#⌇opening the surgery room ( 𝙑𝙚𝙭 | IC )

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"It's ginger vodka with strawberry purée. You have never tried before? It's sweet." He slid the drink on the table and softly smiled.

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It was quite funny the way people could surrender to despair. Babbling and talking about stuff they probably should keep for themselves. It was what Vex loved to use as blackmail material, and the moment she tried to save the situation by spilling more of her secret, the more he was suddenly interested in her. Well, not her for sure, but the fact she was openly talking about money now. Ah, so that bastard who knocked up his mom was rich and he wanted to share his legacy? Bet he was not aware that his precious little daddy girl was giving the keys of the castle to some random asshole. Damn, she was truly not wired correctly up there to ever think that it was a good idea to even talk at all, but here she was, and now that bitch was trapped and he was very happy about it. 

“Ugh, I see. So you really want to help me…” He commented and patted his chin, his brain now wondering if her father would be concerned about receiving her baby’s organs through his mails, but he knew that even if he wanted to hurt her so badly, he had to wait for that. She was more precious in one piece right now, becoming a walking wallet and potentially his future ATM, so he had to tone down his cruel side. At least, on the outside. She seemed stupid enough to buy it. He scratched the back of his neck, giving her a softened look; something that could be almost sad. 

“Ya know girl, I snapped because I feel uncomfortable talking about that. Not the most convenient stuff to hear about someone knowing your life and its little dirty secret. I saw red.” It wasn’t true, he didn’t give a shit about his origins, nor the fact his mom was perhaps dead with a needle in her arm. That bitch deserved it. He sighed and waved his fingers, covering those primal and dangerous emotions behind a veil of slight nostalgia.

“Cool it down now, with apologies. I get it, okay? No need to stutter like that. Don’t embarrass me any further.” He wasn’t as aggressive as he was before, but it took a large amount of self-control not to pick the first metallic straw from those cocktails and plant it right into her eyes. She got pretty ones; maybe she could give them as a black market gift through his surgical care. 

“So what’s the deal?” He asked, leaning against the counter of the bar. He looked around him and eventually snatched the nearest drink he found, even if it wasn’t his. “You want what from me? Because I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but compared to your dad, I got nothing to offer. I'm poor as fuck, I barely have a place to stay so... If you wanna run from daddy's home, it's gonna be complicated for ya.” Poor little Vex, with no money. He sipped on the cocktail he had stolen and eventually pouted, the sore taste of lemon definitely not welcome. He threw it on the ground and waited for her to give him answers.

Now that she begged for his attention and compassion, she better had a good offer. He didn’t want to lose his time if she wasn’t ready to take her credit card out and pay for drinks or food. Then to sell her fucking boring soul to the devil he was. 

Nunnally noticed when Vex glanced around. She was starting to get annoyed; internally. Why did he insist that it was a lost bet and she was just making fun of him?  No-one, who's not an idiot, would do something like that to another human being. That would simply be too cruel. She was not like that! And why did he insult her? Calling her dumb!? If anyone was dumb it was him. Not even wanting to have a look at the documents, at the evidence she brought. One would expect that someone with university degree, perhaps especially in medical sciences, would examine facts and not behave like an erratic teenager unhappy how the things were.

( ‘Oh, stop it Nunnally. You are so unfair! You know little, almost nothing, about your brother and from what you know his life was difficult. Who knows how you would react if you were in his place and some random person came to you? And you just saw him taking drugs. But did you really? Perhaps that does not make him himself.’ ) 

Nunnally only sighed and let him continue his outburst. She only wished they would not draw too much attention.

“Nobody has sent me to you. I have not lost any bet, either and even if I did, I would never do such a thing. Bets are not legal contracts.” – she shrugged slightly; yes, she was annoyed with his stubbornness (so similar to their father anyway) but first and foremost she felt sorry for him, and that feeling allowed her to stand there and simply listen to his insults. Though it was becoming more and more difficult and she suddenly felt she wanted to leave. But Vex’s description of "her" (or rather their) father and his mother relationship caught her off guard, puzzled her, saddened her, and Nunnally immediately decided to stay. Her blue eyes showed nothing but sadness. What was his childhood, his life looked like, if he was speaking about his parents…well about his mother in such a way? At least she was loved. She felt embarrassed about the way he spoke about her mother, too, but she did not protest. The deepening red on her cheeks and biting her lower lip were the only signs his words felt improper.

But Nunnally was not to challenge them. His words were not that different from how the investigator described the situation to her (in fact he also called his mother a whore), and Nunnally knew Vex was right. Her mother never left. And his mother was not the only one. Nunnally knew her father had mistresses, if one could even call them like that. Now some were probably younger than her. Her father had tried to hide it (or had he really?) but she knew anyway. But at least Vex acknowledged the relationship did take place and was simply refusing to accept Nunnally as his sister, as a part of his life. Which was valid. She wanted to point it out to him, but her patience, despite all the sadness and sympathy for Vex, had its limits: --

“I do not know about rich people. I am not rich. My father is. That is a difference.” – she wanted to stop herself from talking but years during which everyone were so in awe about her life; not knowing the truth behind her “loving father”; not knowing the truth about the “perfect” princess, the “perfect” daughter. All that, combined with Vex’s judgmental and simply rude behaviour, made her snap – “Maybe one day I’ll find out how it is to be rich. And probably you as well. We are his only children after all. So, I guess you are as rich as I am…I could not take everything even if all is left just for me… ” –  ( “If I was going to inherit anything, anyway.”)  But perhaps that was not important to dwell on. Nunnally was sure that if her father wanted, she’d never be able to freely use his money. After all his lawyers made it impossible for her to use the trust fund her mother left for her and made him the only one to manage it. To make decisions. Even if she was a legal adult now. She did not want his money anyway. She loved him and did not wish for his death. And she wanted her freedom earlier. She would get the job when her training is completed (at least he provided her with proper education and career opportunities) and even if her life standard would drop significantly (at least when material things are considered), it did not matter for her. Freedom was all what she wanted. And having a brother. But it would not be something she would tell Vex right then.

“I am sorry…” – she apologized almost immediately after she stopped speaking – “I am sorry. I should not have. But everyone thinks my life is a fairy tale…” – ( “Oh no, Nunnally, you’re doing it yet again.“ ) – “I am sorry. I truly am. I did not intend to…” – a sigh – “But you at least accept that they…that they…had a relation…slept…had sex together…” – she tried to smile but failed – “That’s at least a start…”

Perhaps because she felt guilty about her own outburst, she was more willing to let his next words go…although they deeply embarrassed her. Not scare so much as she assumed these were the drugs speaking through his lips, and he would never had said them in any other situation. But his touch on her neck and the idea of them having sex together was too much for her.

“If I wanted to be fucked, I know easier and more effective ways than begging…” – she was not stupid. Nunnally knew she was pretty and it would not be difficult for her to get a date even in this bar – “And I obviously do not want to have…to get hurt…” – she started in an annoyed voice, but finished in much softer and gentler one. His hand on her neck was disturbing, but she was not sure how to get rid of it without insulting him. But he was her brother and it felt so bad.

 “Vex…could you please…” – she wanted to ask him to stop touching her like that but perhaps she was imagining? He would not, would he? She was his sister. He was just spiteful because of what she was saying and she deserved it! She took a step backwards hoping that would be clear enough message that he was invading her personal space too much and that she did not appreciate that touch. Especially connected with the words from moments ago.

“Vex…I am sorry…if my sudden visit is disturbing…but I just needed to find you…to at least let you know…it was so unfair no-one had ever told me that I have a brother! They all, my father, he had no right hiding it from me.”  

“I know I am no-one…but if you let me…” – she did not finish; she let just remain unspoken.

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Vex is haunting this place again !!

carrd is updated with his changed bio 🖤

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Can't believe you let him twist his "sister" mind with awful forbidden dark ideas, drug and manipulate a trashed escort boy to have a pet boy by his side, or let him have a bickering with a disabled woman he will probably steal her wheelchair from...

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I'm working on a total renew for Vex! Still 100% of the most bitchy and psycho of my muses, however I'll throw away the cyborg/supernatural part.

Vex will be 100% human and totally added to the mafia world. He will be working as a "bone collector" for them, which means used for cleaning corpses, making people disappear, maintenance and other disgusting missions that would use his medical skills.

Diego then won't be added to the roster, as Vex will somehow take his role and what I was imagining.

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mikah and vex for the kiss meme

@sansloii

Kiss meme 💋 (50, out of pride)

“A bet is a bet.” Vex shrugged while he sniffed the rest of the white powder displayed on the table, the music of the club barely making their voices audible. He observed Mikah’s features with a certain disdain, before he eventually chuckled and wiped the corner of his nose with the top of his hand. “You said it was a real blond, I said it was a fake one. In the end, you lose the bet and that fucking barmaid is a brunette. Maybe you should get glasses when you want to brag about people’s hair color.” He pointed at his own hair. "By the way, this is purple, love."  

He pushed his back against the velvet cushion of their booth, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. “In the end, I won, so now I can get what I want. Suck it off, loser.” He had noticed that perhaps Mikah wasn’t always happy with his behavior, at least that was the sensation from those few hours they had spent together, but he didn’t give a fuck. Their attitude was fun in the end, and he liked their adventurous demeanor. They were also the one who brought that idea of bet on the table, so it was normal they suffered from the consequences of their actions. 

“Nah, I don’t want another drink. Tastes like piss, and I know what I’m talking about.” He watched Mikah with mischief and slid himself closer. “Actually, I want something else. But I fucking bet, right now, that despite being the flirtatious little shit you are, you won’t do it.” A cocky comment, just to see if there was a spark of anger in the back of their eyes. 

“Wanna show me if you’re real fun? Honestly, I’m a bit bored right now and the coke isn’t that good, but I’m energized. I feel in a mood.” He patted Mikah’s thigh, before his touch turned into a rather more explicit caress, up and down, getting closer to whatever they had between their legs. Usually, people would get cold feet right away, but he had a feeling that Mikah was too proud to turn down a little challenge. “Give a kiss to the winner then. That’s all I want.” 

Vex cocked his head aside, expecting either a burst of violence or a snarky comment. Testing someone’s pride was always fun, the entertainment coming from their reactions rather than their answers. Yet, he didn’t mind at all watching Mikah eventually rushing to claim his lips; quite on the contrary. Vex chuckled at the contact, dragging their bodies closer to his. What a little playful turd he had between his palms, he deepened the kiss, even if he knew he would probably bleed from a well-deserved bite. 

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44 (for Vex or Astra)

@lured-into-wonderland

Kiss meme 💋

Today, he felt in a certain mood. Not that he could ever truly understand the deepness of his own sick brain, but he craved to hurt, and he craved to manipulate. Watching his supposed sister standing by his side - he didn’t believe in those lies, they had nothing in common after all, not even their physics - only gave him the most wicked ideas. He didn’t know why she was so hopeful regarding their relationship; there was nothing such as hope in the universe he was walking in, and the more she stayed by his side, the less she would be able to get away in one piece. 

He didn’t want to anyway. For even breathing next to him, she had to pay. 

“Ah…” He sighed and rolled his arm around her shoulder, pulling Nunnally closer from his chest. He had noticed how much she liked physical contact, her body shivering each time he was closer to her. Perhaps she was such a needy individual, naive and full of desperate urges, and she wouldn’t be able to voice it. It was pathetic and funny. He slid his finger against her cheek, watching with hunger the way she seemed lost with that gesture, confused by the obvious intimacy. And he loved that. 

Violently, not caring if he would bruise her skin, he crushed her neck further against his side while he forced their bodies against the nearest wall. She had always claimed that she wasn’t afraid of him, but she had always been full of distrust regarding his actions; and she was only smart for that. Yet, despite all the alarms and other red flags he had been showing, she had never decided to go away. She thought that she could be unique; the one able to change him. He forced her back against the concrete, his other hand grabbing her face while he laughed and prevented any scream from escaping from his fingers. “Fuck, I think I’m in a mood.” He whispered, and watched with delight her reaction. He couldn’t say what she was experiencing right now; but surely, oh surely, she knew it wasn’t right. 

With no other purpose but to take control and disgust her, he forced a kiss upon her. He glued his entire body and pinned her there, using all his strength to forbid her to move, his mouth devouring her one, tongue out to seek for hers. He wanted her to panic, to forget how to properly breathe, and to be mortified that her so lovely brother was sick to the core. Sick enough to take advantage of that situation, and why not perform actions that her flesh would carry forever. Breaking her was the most amusing game he had in a while.

“Ah little sister…” Vex smirked while he eventually parted, his eyes falling on her swollen lips, slightly more purple because of the violence of his suctions. “You look so dumb.” He chuckled and turned around, continuing his walk as if nothing had happened. 

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A SMALL REMINDER

THAT VEX IS STILL A THING ON THIS BLOG 

AND I DARE PEOPLE TO PLOT WITH MY MURDER SADISTIC BOY BECAUSE HIS PSYCHE IS WORTH THE RIDE AND WE ARE ALL GOING TO HELL ANYWAY 

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He's dusting for TOO LONG 🧐

The true fucked up brain of my roster is still alive, still around, and still ready for fun.

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She was standing in front of the Amazon Club. Uncertain what to do. Nunnally was definitely attracting unwanted attention to herself. She did not suit there. It was less of how she looked; more of how she behaved. Uncertainty and hesitation were these words that were describing her whole demeanour.

Nunnally knew she should not be there. Her father would condemn. Not only condemn. He would probably forbid, sending her somewhere far away from New York. Probably to Europe. He had done that before when he didn’t like her boyfriend. And she knew she was too weak to survive without his support. She had no choice. At least not yet. Perhaps later she’d be ready to go her own way. She looked at the club’s door again, and then at the photo she held in her hands. But this time it was different. She needed to do it. Needed to disobey. Her father had lied to her; had lied about everything he had taught her important. Vex Yoon. Her half-brother. She sighed. It was the third time she came here. This time she’d not run away. This time she’d try.

The club was rather dark inside. It took her eyes a few moments to adjust. She looked at the photo again. She did not have to; by then she’d probably recognize the man anywhere. She looked around not sure if she hoped the man was there or quite opposite. But Nunnally saw him in the corner. She breathed deeply. She walked towards the man. Towards her brother: --

“Are you…are you Vex Yoon?” – she asked, although she knew the answer – “Can we please talk? I…I have been looking for you for some time…May I please join?” – she asked and sat down not waiting for his reply.

“You…you don’t know me…” – oh, that was difficult; Nunnally did not know how to explain everything – “My name is Nunnally…you are…you are…I am…”

A deep breath.

“I know it sounds crazy, but I believe I am your sister. That is your half-sister. I have been looking for you…for some time…I only got to know about you…recently...my father…our father…he has never mentioned you…”

“I am Nunnally…” – she paused; she had already said that.  

@lured-into-wonderland

Like a buzzing sensation going right through his nerves and neurons, Vex sniffed and inhaled the white powder he had crashed onto the table with the bottom of his drink. He felt the pulse of his own blood traveling quicker than before, the music surrounding him suddenly sounding far louder. He was quite used to the adrenaline offered by ecstasy pills, but surely, he could never get rid of the sensation. He loved to be high whenever he was waiting for his clients, the expectations of new projects quite thrilling. If a few here were simply around for a drink and dancing, the dark side of the club was the perfect shelter for twisted souls like him. 

He grabbed his glass of whiskey, the ice tickling against the transparent walls, finishing the brown beverage in one gulp. He was aware that his presence was dragging a certain intimidating atmosphere, because Vex a character in the middle of the Amazon Club, well-known for his dangerous line of work and the fact he was deranged enough to accept anything sadistic or cruel. So, of course, when a soft voice, barely more audible than the bumping music, talked to him in such a polite way, he couldn’t hide his surprise. 

With a quick gesture of his hand, he removed the remains of powder plastered against his nostrils, a mocking smirk soon blooming onto his lips. “Yo. You’re lost?” He asked, his dark eyes scanning her entire self. He had never seen her before, that, he was sure of it. How could this girl have ever heard of him? That was quite a mystery, but Vex felt thrilled that a little fawn like that would throw herself right into his lap. “You’re one of the new girls?” He had almost killed the last one; was it perhaps a twisted initiation ritual? Sending the new prostitute to the monsters of the club? 

He was quick to be disillusioned when she said a particularly irritating word, “our” father. His smirk was quick to disappear, a frown crossing his features. The heck was she talking about? Physically, they had nothing in common; she was a small lady, thin like a twig, with fair hair that had nothing in common with Vex. “Shut up.” He greeted her, as he raised his glasses to be seen by the waiter. “You got the wrong guy here. I have no father at all. So I’m your what, ugh?” He cocked his head aside, and chuckled a little bit. “What kind of bet did you lose to come here? You don’t know who I am?” 

But it didn’t matter. He was pissed off by the simple mention of his genitor, and she was the perfect victim. He had all the reasons in the world to spread a bit more chaos in this world. 

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“If I have to say something...” He offered a light pout before he ​exaggeratedly​ grimaced. “You really look ugly with that outfit.” 

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Finally, she started to feel pissed off by his attitude; and he had to say, seeing a girl in a skirt and wiggling her ass next to her wheelchair was the best sight he ever had for a long time. Vex knew that he was overstepping, on purpose, every limit possible, but she was so funny with her small size and her furious stare. Like fuck, he didn't know that someone so fragile could be so aggressive? God, between mocking and hurting her, there was a world of possibility and he definitely felt powerful. “Manners? Nah, we don’t do that here.” He chuckled again, and wowed when she grabbed his collar. 

“Kinky. You like to pull on people’s clothes because you have short hair and no one returns the favor? Don’t worry, I can always plaster a sucker up there if you really miss that sensation.” He laughed at her face, because he knew how much it was working. He grabbed her wrist, and didn’t hesitate to crush her bone in return, but only to bruise her skin, not to actually break something; not yet. “Leaving? Nah girl, I love being here. But I don’t mind giving you a pushing hand and letting you feel the ground for good.” He pulled on her wrist strongly, but not enough to throw her against the tiles of the club; she was safe on her bench, at least for now. Yet, another yanked he she might be kissing the shoe prints down there. “What do you say, ugh? You could crawl your way out while I sit on your back?” 

She seemed to hate him, wishing him the worst kind of death, and Vex eventually unwrapped his own hand the moment she abandoned her grip as well. He sighed and plunged his fingers inside his empty drink, finding the rest of the crushed ice from his previous cocktail and threw it at her face. “You’re really not funny.” He pushed his back into his booth and observed her. “For a girl who wanted to hit on me, you really have a way to cockblock people.” A dramatic sigh, before he patted her wheelchair again. “Like, I could have been nice and all.” 

Fang's expression soured when he insulted her yet again, only confirming how much of a child he still was, but even so, it annoyed her to the core. At least she would not take the insults from someone like that to heart but the annoyance he elicited in her felt like another form of torture.

"What makes you think, I am still hitting on you?" No amount of good looks would cover that shit personality. "Hey?!" she snapped, when she saw him put out his cigarette on one of her wheelchair's armrests, that still stood at the side of the table. Though with him occupying the bench now, it was impossible for her to reach it, unless she seriously wanted to attempt to climb over him. "D-do you have no manners?!" She seriously wondered, considering there was no way someone could be this much of a dickhead. First her skirt and now her wheelchair, where this idiot probably had no idea, how expensive these could be, though whatever mark he had left was probably treatable, the sheer disrespect hurt nonetheless.

His hand was slapped away, before he could even touch her cheek. For that she grabbed his collar to pull him down on her eye level. "I want you to fuck off this instantly!" she hissed, as her tolerance hit the limit. She had thought that he was somewhat bearable but he was truly insufferable, whatever mother raised him up must have been a total bitch, or a father that had not beaten him enough, because clearly he had not learned a single thing throughout his life, or how can you become such an asshole on the level of a preschooler?! And now he had the audacity to twist things like, she had been interested in him from the start, even though it had been him trying to gain her attention first, with a drink that left her legs sticky and wet. She was pissed at him, and at herself for even giving this idiot a chance, for even believing that someone might have been interested in her. "You are so ... disgusting, I hope you die the most painful death of all." No girl should suffer under this guy, his death would be a blessing to this planet, even if small. Her hands let go, shoving against his chest, so he would piss off finally.

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Raging Machine©

Story 1 - Lila, the social worker 

story by miho - art by MJ 

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Now he wants the deadliest kiss possible... 

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"If you all want to become cat boys, I can help with the body modification."

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@aurorxaeternitatis

Smoke dispersed from his lips into the fresh air, hazel eyes quietly observing the passersby while he waited for his company. A public, rather quiet cafe was decided on for a meeting with only low background music as distraction, and Nikolai would admit, there was a feeling of intrigue. He had heard about Vex a lot, underground rings did tend to drop the name around, and as always when it came to business, the Libra would scale whether the presence of such man was in Family's favour.

"Do you smoke?" Nikolai offered his pack of cigarettes when the infamous man arrived, hazel eyes observing his movements. There was certainly, potential. The waiter was called over and Vex's drink was served, the two of them left to their privacy.

He didn't want to beat around the bush, never the one to simply drag conversations out for the sake of it, so he started. "Rumour has it you've been working on a new drug. One stronger than heroin, heavier for the body than cocaine. Have you perfected it yet or is it still in trial?" / Nikolai for Vex :eyes:

The meeting was settled in a little café he had visited a few times lately, either to enjoy himself or sprinkle a bit more chaos in the mob world. He had plenty of work these days – the families were pretty active, always seeking to gain more power over the other one. Vex was certainly only a jester in this shitshow, singing songs about their failures and their wins, and using his dark thoughts to create abominable tricks to please them. Today, it seemed he had caught the attention of another group. It made him curious regarding their wishes, and who he would meet – Nikolai was the name, right? He loved bastards after all.

“I do.” Vex smirked while he stopped in front of his new interlocutor, a rather tall guy with magnetic blue eyes, danger written in the back of his irises. His heterogenous eyes fell on the package, quite disappointed to settle for cigarettes – he wanted something stronger already. Still, he didn’t refuse while he clipped the butt at the corner of his lips and shamelessly removed the cap of his metallic index to light it up. Being half of a cyborg had his convenient parts after all – Vex wanted to assert a sort of hidden dominance; yes, he was someone people should be afraid of.

He sat in front of Nikolai while the waiter brought two drinks on the table, leaving them to their shady business, the place quite known for the kind of crowd it was bringing. Vex slumped against the backrest of his chair and brought the cigarette to his lips. He didn’t even need to inspect his beverage to find any trace of poison; he was aware he was too valuable in this meeting. “Rumors are running fast.” He grinned, a gray puff of smoke invading the air. “But rumors are rumors and what you wish for right now are confidential information.”

He tapped the butt of his cigarette, the ashes lazily falling on the ground. “If you wanted to see me, then I do believe you have a real offer to bring on the table. If you have heard the rumors, you’re aware I work for a certain price. You’re not dumb, right? How many people have I met for the same reason this week?” He paused and cocked his head aside, a few red strands falling against the bridge of his nose. “Name it, then.”