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9haharharley1 · 10 months ago

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Having a dilemma because I would love to know 001 for Blackice but also 002 for Jack and Pitch individually 💦

Where do I even begin with this!!! Hold on to your hats!

001 | Blackice

When I started shipping it if I did:

Story time! So, back when I originally watched the movie in 2015 or 2016, I didn't think much of it. I thought it was cute, but I was battling heavy depression and dissociation, and so I didn't really think anything of it past that. Themes and characters meant nothing to me. Even the voices didn't stick, which is weird because I've been in love with Jude Law since I was wee. Fast forward to September 2022, I'm reading Apprentice89's entire pompep catalog, and, desperate for anything similar they might have written, I stumbled upon their only Blackice fic. Even though I remembered nothing from the movie, the summary was just interesting enough, and I love their writing so much that I had to read it. I read it, fell in love, had to go watch the movie again, and promptly watched it about ten more times that same day, and I've been obsessed ever since!

My thoughts:

They make me insane. I've always been a sucker for dark/light ship dynamics, Yami/Yugi (puzzleshipping) was my very first ship when I figured out what shipping was, so you can only imagine how I lost my mind when I found out Jack used to be a creature of light in the books! Black/White, Light/Dark, Black/Blue, two sides of the same coin, beings who complete each other if only they would let it happen! This stuff makes me feral. I was never gonna be normal about them when I finally figured it out, and I hate that I'm late to the party, but better late than never!

What makes me happy about them:

Where do I even begin with anything on this list?! They're just... ugh! They're perfect! They're comedy and tragedy and hope and despair and love all wrapped up in a messy box of internalized pain topped with a neat little bow of healing magic! They understand each other in a way that no one ever will! They have felt and experienced love and loss, have faced a lifetime, and then some of loneliness and heartache, only to have finally found each other when it all became too much, this other being who understands, who feels some semblance of the same bitter ache the other feels! Here is someone they can talk to; they can touch, they can exist together, and maybe, finally, be able to begin to heal together.

What makes me sad about them:

They're lonely. They are both so lonely, even Jack with his newfound place with the Guardians and among his believers- he will never be completely unalone among them. The Guardians will never understand the kind of ache and bitter loneliness he and Pitch have felt, Jack will never be able to explain that kind of torment to them. And now he has to worry about spreading belief in him when it seems only a handful of kids from the movie even know he exists. And Pitch has been alone for even longer. He's had nothing but shadows and the whispers of failures long past for centuries before Jack is even born. He'll forever be haunted by the things he's done, the lives he's ruined, and know that belief in him will only continue to fade with time. But when they're together, they're not alone. They understand each other in a way that the Guardians will never be able to. They can help one another, they can connect and heal, and maybe even tie themselves together enough that they can spread a shared belief in each other.

( I have no idea if any of this is even making sense, I've gone incoherent)

things done in fanfic that annoys me:

Pitch always seems to be too nice. He's too nice and too thoughtful, and Jack is sometimes too timid or even just too angry and aggressive. Jack being a little too confident can also be grating. I also don't like it when they're over-sharing their thoughts and feelings, and every little action needs to be picked apart and talked about, oh hey, here's what a healthy romantic relationship between these two should look like! It gets annoying to me.

things I look for in fanfic:

I read fics based on interesting enough summaries and worry about the tags later. I love it when there's a bit of conflict and drama, I love it when Pitch is possessive and needy of Jack's affection, I love when Jack doesn't realize how desperate he is for Pitch's attention and doesn't know how to reconcile his love when faced with the Guardians when they find out! I love when Pitch is not necessarily redeemed, but certainly not Good, and only willing to heel for Jack.

Who I'd be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

I love a good platonic relationship with Sandy for both of them. A begrudging friendship between Pitch and North makes me laugh. Gilly, you made that wonderful little doodle of them sharing a drink that just melts my heart! Jack and Katherine in the books also have a cute friendship, and that can stay platonic for me as well. I do like a little bit of JackRabbit, but I also prefer it as a cliche trope to make Pitch jealous cuz I crave a possessive Pitch. Basically, no, I don't ship them with anyone else.

My happily ever after for them:

Their happily ever after includes continuing to learn and grow together. Since they're immortal to some extent, they get to spend their days learning about each other, falling in love over and over again at some new quirk they never notice the other has, they get to heal as time goes on, they get to bicker and argue and kiss and makeup over and over while falling more and more in love until the heat death of the universe. Basically, they get to live their best married life forever.

who is the big spoon/little spoon:

Pitch is the big spoon usually. He tends to run hot, and Jack is just the perfect little ice pack to keep him cool in the dark of his caverns. Jack tends to sleep curled up - he's used to sleeping on tree branches or awnings, small tight places high up enough he won't be bothered, but also has had to learn to make himself small for so he won't fall. Pitch loves it, and since my Pitch doesn't sleep, he tends to use this time to me be creepy; touching and groping at Jack until his lover is squirming uncomfortably in his sleep.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity:

Honestly, they just like spending time together. They've both been alone for so long that idle conversation is enough for them as long as they're together, be it down in Pitch's cave or up in the world as Jack spreads winter. They're constantly touching - feet in laps, holding hands, hands brushing skin. They play games, they spar, and Jack often drags Pitch to the movies or a play or even the occasional concert. As long as they're together, they're happy.

002 | Jack

How I feel about this character:

I'm normal about him. I swear. Completely normal. No, his centuries of loneliness and isolation doesn't make my heart weep. What do you mean I'm crying over the resentment he so clearly harbors over the ignorance from his creator and the Guardians alike? No, I'm not sobbing over how he can relate to no one except the one person he's not supposed to feel kinship with! How dare you insinuate I'm tearing my hair out over his choosing to be kind in a world that has shunned him and being a good and decent person despite his pain and isolation when he would perhaps be justified if he had taken the devil's hand and unleashed a a second ice age upon the world!

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Pitch. Obviously. Also Kozmotis. Obviously.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

He and Sandy can be bros. As a treat. And I guess Katherine is a cute platonic friendship. I forget Twiner exists because I go off the movie mostly, so him to, I guess.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

Oh boy. So this kind of goes with what I said under the ship bit above, but I don't like it when he's too timid. Jack is not a timid person. He's insecure. Insecurity does not necessarily mean he's scared, but he's been alone for 300 years. He's interacted with very few people as far as we know (unless you go by the books, which I don't usually, but even then). He talks to himself, he talks to the Moon, he talks to Sandy , who doesn't talk back, and he's talked to Bunny, which has been historically antagonistic. His social skills come from studying the people around them, gauging what is right and wrong thru observation alone, but he's not entirely confident in himself. Which brings me to: I can't stand when he's overconfident. Once again, he's insecure. He's unsure of himself, of his place in the world, of his role with the Guardians. He's known no true loving friendship in 300 years, and suddenly regaining his memories is not gonna fix that kind of trauma. Can you imagine the mental break he'll suffer when he realizes his sister had to watch him die, knowing there was nothing she could do to help? That she had to go on with her life, thinking it was her fault her big brother drowned? I don't like when he's super happy-go-lucky, either, but also when he's this weird avenging spirit of hurting children, too? I've seen that, and it bothered me.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

What blackice fan doesn't wish for him to have reached out to Pitch at the end of the movie? I would have loved for him to be the one to chase after Pitch at the end, to have reached out his hand to the Boogieman the same way Pitch had in Antarctica, to offer him a place among friends. Maybe not as a Guardian because I firmly believe Pitch would hate that, but as equals and friends.

my OTP:

Blackice, of course

my cross over ship:

None that I take seriously, but I did use to really enjoy Hijack, and I still find it cute on occasion

a headcanon fact:

I know it's unpopular HC, but my own HC for Jack is that he's a virgin. As a human, he fooled around with a local friend, discovering together what these weird teenage hormones are all about, but they never got that far past frotting in the woods after dark. When he became a spirit, his internal and external temperatures were too cold for anyone short of winter fae to handle past embracing for a brief period of time, and Jack learned early on not to entirely trust the fae court, so he steered clear of them foe the most part. He figured if he didn't have the urges too much as a spirit anyway, then it wasn't a big deal. His body didn't miss it, why should he? Then Pitch came along, and suddenly, his sex drive is working overtime.

002 | Pitch

How I feel about this character:

I am SO normal about him. Please ignore my twitching eye. Tall, goth, creepy, handsome men with spooky shadow powers haven't all been my weakness since I was wee lass, stop looking at me like that. I'm not thinking at all about the broken legacy this man left behind, about how he was once a great hero, renowned and loved by all, how he loved his daughter above all things, only to lose her and what little he had in an endless war and become a shell of that great hero, how he lost himself to despair, became corrupted by the very shadows he vowed to destroy, proceeded to lay waste to his people, destroyed entire Constellations, and became the monster in the dark children fear. I'm not thinking at all about how this man became nothing more than a shadow himself, forced to prey on the fears of children who no longer believe in him in an ever changing world. I'm not frothing at the mouth that this same man found the only other person in existence who has felt even an inkling of his same loneliness, had pinned all his hopes for companionship on that being, only to be turned away, forced back into his dark and lonely hole, into the dark and away from a light he can never touch. What do you mean I'm clawing at the walls? I have no idea what you're talking about.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Jack Frost, and a bit of Nightlight thrown in for some flavor.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Sandy, of course. The idea that Pitch is the only one who can community clearly and fluently with Sandy makes me laugh every time and is one of my favorite HCs to come out of this fandom.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

Once again, it all comes back to characterization. Authors tend to make him too nice or too thoughtful. He's too neutral or too tame. I like my bad guys to be Bad Guys. Don't neuter him just so you can have a fluffy redemption thru sex. This man has had nothing to claim as his own for millenia. He's gonna be possessive and all kinds of red flags about it.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I wish we got to see more of Pitch's power in the movie. I would have loved to see the spooky, shadowy shapeshifter from the concept art. I would have loved to see him be an actual nightmarish threat, with shadows and fearlings, sailing the skies on his Nightmare Galleon. I wish we could have gotten a hint of the terrifying Nightmare King we glimpse in the books and the fear his very presence strikes in those around him. It would have been an entirely different movie.

my OTP:

Blackice, duh

my cross over ship:

None

a headcanon fact:

Pitch spied on Jack over the course of the boy's 300 years. He sensed his fear when he died. He wanted to be there when he rose out of the lake, but the Moon's light prevented him from reaching out to Jack. Instead, he settled for being a stalker creep, feeding on Jack's fears when both of them were in Burgess. He never met Jack personally, but he watched him. He thought it a kindness to leave Jack out of the fight with the Guardians, but since Jack was playing favorites, Pitch decided he was fair game to try swaying to his side, especially since they had so much in common.

#thank you for asking!!#this was a trip to write #im at work and actively stopped working for 3 hours just to get all this down #this was so much fun tho!#harley answers #asks #harley writes #blackice #rotg

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frostbittenfemme · 1 year ago

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When Wild’s optics reactivate she doesn’t recognise where she is, not that she could focus on anything other than the unforgiving heat of her surroundings. Immediately her HUD is overwhelmed with temperature warnings blaring at her all while agonising pain travels throughout her frame. She cries out, trying to sit up so she can determine wherever she is, but she cannot, in fact she cannot get up at all. Wild gives another tug, attempting to move her arms only this time can she register the fact she’s restrained through all the pain in her frame. Where the frag is she?! As she struggles against her binds she hears the sound of encroaching pedesteps. Someone is coming which means she’s going to be in more trouble if she cannot free herself. The heat from her environment quickly saps away at her energy and what little she can muster up she utilises trying to free herself from her binds. Suddenly the door slides open and Wild attempts to lift her helm to see her captor.

“Subject 001 of Project Eugenesis continues to fight against her restraints, despite the environmental temperature being set to 35 degrees Celsius. Increasing temperature to 50 degrees Celsius.” The voice alone is enough to send fear coursing through Wild’s frame. The femme can do nothing but thrash against her binds. Primus please let her escape! “Is my favourite subject going to behave today?” The scientist asks, moving to loom over her. Wild doesn’t deem him with a response, instead she turns her helm away, not that it mattered, the scientist merely grabs a hold of her helm, claws digging in as he turns her to face him. She lets out a pained groan, HUD once again filling with angry temperature warnings as she attempts to fight against his grip. This paints an ecstatic grin on the scientists faceplates. “No no. You will look at me. I want to see your face. You know what will happen if you don’t co operate.” “Frag.. you...” Wild glares, trying to hide her pain expression. “Which one of your friends shall I make pay for that? Clamp? I’m sure Charge will love watching her Conjunx suffer.” “Leave.. them…alone.” Wild pitifully attempts to growl. “Oh no. no no no. I know who. That that cowardly pacifist helicopter you call an amica.” “No… only me.” Another pitiful attempt of making a demand. “Don’t worry Wild. I plan to make you suffer too.” He answers.

Wild can barely focus, struggling to even keep her optics activated. She hasn’t the energy to try and break free, every reserve of her strength going to keeping her spark cool. She doesn’t hear nor see what her captor is preparing to the side. Neither does she hear the words he speaks to his audio recording device. Her optics finally deactivating, Wild goes completely limp on the operating table. There is no escape. “Beginning extraction attempt seven. Previous attempts lead to the freezing of tools and servos when entering subject 001’s spark chamber. I will attempt fragment extraction by utilising a flame to heat extraction tools.”

Searing pain spreads throughout her chest cavity, ice crystals melting away in an instant. Wild’s brave façade breaks in an instant and her agonized shriek echoes through the laboratory. Somehow Wild manages to lunge herself forward, reactivating her optics she finds herself sat up in bed rapidly venting. The femme looks around, optics flitting around the room trying to find someone who isn’t there. She is alone. After a few moments Wild realises her vision has a haze, a shaking servo coming up to touch her faceplates surrounding her optics. She peers at her digits and sees the snowflakes perfectly formed and firmly attached. Only now does she realise there is a pile of them in her lap; tears. Desperately she tries to wipe them away as she takes another look around the room, there’s large icicles protruding from the walls, floors and ceilings, each sharp point all leading to one thing – her.

The femme lets out a whimper, servo rubbing over the chest armour covering her spark. She can still feel the pain, feel the servos reaching inside of her. It is something she very much wishes she could forget. Wild stares at the icicles around her; the physical reminders of her fear, taunting her. Her night terrors are getting more and more frequent and she cannot help but think this is linked to all her questions.

With no hope or want of going back to recharge there is little more Wild can do than sit on her berth and wait the ice out.

#❄️ic❄️#event:...

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kuradoberijam · 1 year ago

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I am going to make a double order and ask for Dratchet for 001 because I like hearing your opinion on them

Cris. Noè. I am using all your names here. You monster. (Light hearted).

Drift first because he’s my skrunkly:

How I feel about this character:

I love this dude to death. His inconsistent characterization and martyr complex have bewitched me body and soul. I think what ended up being the driving force in gravitating me towards him was I almost never see characters who had a prior drug addiction being portrayed as being as (and I say this with irony because Drift isn’t human) human as Drift. He is on however many layers of masking himself and putting up a facade and I think that whole deal is very compelling because “character who is desperately trying to present himself as being silly while also being capable of extreme violence” is a character type that I’m like psychotically attached to.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Ratchet. No contest.

My non-romantic OT for this character:

Him and Perceptor have such an underutilized dynamic. I would argue it’s actually better than Drift’s dynamic with Roddy.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

I still like him with a little bit of kook. Yes he’s a stone cold killer, yes a lot of his bullshit was turned up to 11 and he absolutely changes his zodiac sign every time he wants to get out of going to certain meetings but I think there’s also elements of his kookiness that are real. He shows you his dream journal and you go along with it because you’re low-key kind of afraid of him.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I wish Rodimus would have given him a proper apology.

my OTP:

Dratchet.

my cross over ship:

None.

a headcanon fact:

I feel like at one point he would’ve been insecure about his fangs.

Ratty next tehehehe!!

How I feel about this character:

Oh this dude has so many guilt issues it’s practically unreal. There’s a reason people hc him as a borderline alcoholic. He’s probably one of the only examples I’ve seen done well of a character who ultimately means well but whose world view and interactions are colored by his privilege. His loneliness and isolation over knowing he’s running out of time and can’t do what he’s used to is what grabbed me the most.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Drift.

My non-romantic OT for this character:

Him and First Aid have a dynamic I really like.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

He’s actually a lot more kind than people give him credit for.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

Personally I wanted to see more onscreen Dratchet.

my OTP:

Dratchet.

my cross over ship:

None.

a headcanon fact:

You show him a meme and he looks at you confused.

#asks #solchadguy #cris

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allofsuhyeok · 2 years ago

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the one i was desperately looking for, oh my love, be my only love

@itschoinamra

A tarde daquele dia havia passado de uma lentidão tortuosa para Suhyeok; enquanto acompanhou Daesu no almoço, que lhe relatava empolgado sobre como havia conseguido um jogo retro para passar o tempo, e também quando ficou de vigia com Onjo, que estava mais quieta ultimamente. Ele não a culpava, já fazia alguns meses que haviam tido um contato com Namra e o Lee, provavelmente, mais que todos, sentia falta disto. Ele soltou um suspiro de alívio quando Hari os chamou para irem se juntar aos demais; estariam saindo mais uma vez na esperança de encontrarem a Choi. A caminhada foi longa para ele, que sentia um aperto no coração ao pensar que poderia voltar para o alojamento sem vê-la. Um barulho atraiu a atenção dos que ali estavam e antes que pudesse olhar direito, ouviu a voz de Onjo com um murmuro “Namra”, sendo seguido dos passos apressados da outra que correu na direção da Choi para abraçá-la.

#( convos. )#( c: namra. )#( the one i was desperately looking for. oh my love. be my only love; 001. )

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ashintheairlikesnow · 3 years ago

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Mr. Petrus is somewhere in public when a meek stranger approaches him on the street. They immediately recognized him as a Handler—formerly theirs. They appear alone, and half a second from falling to their knees should he so much as look at them a certain way. They try to tell him something but the words catch in their throat and only a quiet noise slips free. How does he react this unexpected interaction?

CW: Pet whump, whumper POV, creepy/intimate whumper, escaped whumpee returns to whumper, dehumanization, collared, implied dubcon/noncon at end, dubcon touch, dubcon kiss

He isn’t usually the type to go out to bars - Luke’s a workaholic on a good week, content to all but live in his Facility sleeping quarters, leaving for supplies or to spend a day out in the sun and then coming right back.

When you love what you do, as they say, you’ll never work a day in your life.

Still, Renford's essentially mandated he take a damn vacation for once. He’s left behind his trainees and headed out to enjoy himself at a bar he used to frequent, back before he found he preferred to frequent the cells the frightened young men are held in, waiting for the slightest touch to remind them they exist.

Luke sits back on a barstool with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Oh, he’s not supposed to smoke, but this bar doesn’t push the issue and he’s not the only one filling the air with the familiar, acrid scent.

Out on the floor, people dance together, barely lit by dim lights changing color every so often, Red, blue, and green move over sweaty skin, curves and straight lines. Luke enjoys it all. He quirks a smile. He can see, just looking, who here would look fucking gorgeous with a collar buckled around their neck and a little more emptiness inside.

Get ‘em so empty they need someone to fill it up.

Luke’s probably ten years older than the oldest of the people on the dance floor, but that doesn’t bother him. Plenty of people like an older man, and those who don’t… well, if he gets them on the wrong end of his baton, they don’t really get to choose what they like or don’t, now do they?

The beat is a deafening rumble that rolls against his skin in rhythm and Luke hums contentedly. His beer is cool and rolls with citrus sourness along his tongue and down his throat, slightly fizzy compared to the darker stuff. Bright enough to flirt with tasting like cider, or nearly so.

Some local craft brewery shit, probably. In his Facility studio, Luke just keeps some basic Coors. No need to get fancy at home, after all.

Does he even have beer in his actual home? It’s been so long since he’s been there…

Something touches his arm, pulls just slightly at his sleeve, and Luke turns, head tipping to the side, a grin already on his lips.

There’s a lithe, beautiful young man there, with hair dyed a brilliant, ridiculously bright purple, eyes ringed in eyeliner. He has a lip ring, Luke notes, his tongue moving out to run over his own lower lip in thought.

There’s something familiar about the young man, although Luke can’t quite place him. Not exactly.

But the shiver of trepidation mixed with a desperation to have eyes - and more than eyes - on him… Luke knows that well enough. It tells him what he wants to know. His smile widens, just a little. “Evening, pretty boy.”

The young man looks up at him, his hand still hovering just over Luke’s bicep, and his mouth opens like he’ll reply. All that comes out is a soft sound that Luke only hears because a new song has started, slightly off-key piano playing over a heavily-synthesized voice and the slow introduction of a beat.

“What?” Luke’s eyebrows raise. “Use your words.”

The young man takes a step closer, and then another. He’s moving like a newborn fawn, on suddenly-awkward legs like he might fall to his knees at any moment. Luke was watching the dancers before, but now his gaze is wholly caught by the absolute goddamn sexiness of a runaway pet who can’t stop himself from walking back into a cage.

“H-Handler Petrus,” The runaway says, and when Luke’s hand moves to cup his face, the young man tips his head immediately into it. His eyes are watering, wet with tears that haven’t yet fallen. As soon as one slips out, Luke leans slowly forward and licks up the side of his face. The runaway whimpers at the wet heat of his tongue, the casual ownership of the action.

“That’s me,” He murmurs into the young man’s ear. “You know it. Why aren’t you running from me?”

The young man swallows, hard, and turns his head, pressing his own lips in a shivering, fearful brush against Luke’s cheek. “I-I’m hungry,” He says, voice almost too low to pick up. “And… and I don’t-... I don’t w-want-...” His voice trails off, and Luke’s smile only widens as the runaway leans forward and rests his forehead against Luke’s shoulder.

He sighs, setting his beer down half-drunk and turning to run his condensation-cold fingers through that garishly bright purple hair. “You ran away, huh?”

He already knows the answer.

The runaway pet nods without speaking.

“It’s not all it’s cracked up to be, is it?” Luke slides off his barstool, shifting to slide an arm around the runaway’s shoulders. He slaps a ten-dollar bill on the bar and walks away, heading for the door, the beat of a song bouncing off his skin right up until they step outside. It’s chilly out here, with a stiff breeze blowing the scent of saltwater through the air around them. It feels a little like walking through the surf, down here at the old warehouse district.

“No. I’m… hungry all the time, I still have to fuck for a place to sleep, people are… mean sometimes, I don’t know. I don’t know what to do, where to go.”

Fuck. He has to make sure the lib people don’t get ahold of this little beauty. He’s exactly what they’re looking to save.

“What’s your number?” He asks, casual as can be. The runaway isn’t wearing long-sleeves or a bracelet, he’s scarred on the inside of his left wrist when Luke takes a peek. Looks like he cut the tattoo off of himself, or had someone else do it, once upon a time.

“654338,” The pet says automatically, without hesitation. “Designation Romantic, Facility 001-”

“Yeah, I got that part.” Luke cuts him off and the pet falls back into silence. “Why’d you run away?” With his blue eyes as cold as ever, Luke lights another cigarette, takes a deep, deep drag, exhales smoke into the air in front of them as they move. The runaway coughs into one hand.

“I just… didn’t want to, anymore. With my owner.”

“You should know that what you want doesn’t fucking matter,” Luke says amiably, but the runaway winces and hunches into himself. Luke watches from the corner of his eye, his own mouth watering at the sight of the pet’s shame, his nervousness. “You don’t exist to get what you want. So why come up to me?”

“I thought maybe-... maybe you could help me.”

“Get back to your owner?”

The pet turns to look up at him, with gorgeous warm brown eyes full of pleading. “No, Handler Petrus. Please, please no. Just… just, to someone else, please, someone who won’t-... hurt me so badly. Please. Please.”

“It’s my job to get any runaway I see back to the Facility, gorgeous thing. Then back home."

“No. No, don’t take me back there! Please, I can’t-... I can’t do the lights again, please. I can't take how he h-hurts when, when he-"

"Yeah, yeah." Luke rolls his eyes. "Wimp."

The pet's eyes close against more tears.

Luke snorts at the sight. Pathetic. “We have pretty strict contracts that ensure runaways go right back to their rightful owners.”

“No, please, just-... can you help me another way?” The runaway goes up on his toes, presses his lips to Luke’s chin, against the corner of his mouth. Those pretty hands move to slide up under Luke’s shirt, cold fingers against his warm stomach. They tease moving downward. There’s a distance in the pet’s eyes, now, separating himself from what he’s doing to earn what he’s desperate for.

Luke considers. Then he has an idea, and he sighs, as if he's won over.

“Tell you what.” He rubs a thumb over the runaway’s lower lip, toys with his lip ring. The pet opens his mouth to show the silver stud on his tongue. Luke’s smile goes slightly cock-eyed, a jolt of heat straight to the pit of his stomach, spreading from there. “I’ve got a friend who might be able to keep you. I’m not going to just hand over anyone, though.”

The pet takes Luke’s thumb into his mouth, sucks lightly, rolling the tongue piercing against the underside in an unspoken promise. He pulls back just to ask, “What do I need to do?”

“I have an apartment, a week’s worth of vacation scheduled, and you can show me just how good you are at earning your keep.”

The runaway swallows with an audible click in his throat, then nods. “I-I can do that.”

“I know you can, baby. I’m the one who trained you. Now, let’s go find out how good you are with that tongue ring.”

Luke leads the pet away, towards his car, smiling contentedly into the night. He can enjoy a week of desperate eagerness, then drug the fuck out of the pretty thing, buckle a collar right back around his neck, and throw him into a cell at WRU to be wiped and put back where he belongs.

Once he’s on the Drip for a couple of days, he won’t even know Luke broke a promise.

He’ll be the same puppy-eager for Luke’s hands and mouth and anything else he wants to give him that he is right now. Plus, Luke’ll get a nice little bonus for turning in a runaway.

This is shaping up to be an excellent vacation.

#luke petrus is a piece of garbage #whump #bbu #box boy universe #box boy #implied dubcon #dubcon touching #dubcon kissing #dubcon kiss #escaped whumpee #referenced starvation #referenced drugging #pet whump #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #luke is such a fucking asshole #the red letter anon

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rextasywrites · 4 years ago

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Little Darling 8 - a Lady Dimitrescu x Mia Winters fanfiction

"Lady Dimitrescu closed her note book, putting the pen aside. It was three in the morning and the women had to prepare their journey to the lab. It would take them an hour maximum, but they needed knives and other weapons...just in case. Lady Dimitrescu left her studies, hearing faint snoring from Mia’s room. She decided to give the human some more rest as she needed it, especially after the devastating news. "

the attack is coming close. what is happening in the lab?

after a short break for this fanfic i am back with an update! don’t forget, i opened requests too! read my pinned post and feel free to send me your ideas!

Warnings: mentions of various life problems including having a mutant baby

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

“Pregnant? Me? How...how are you supposed to know?”, Mia frowned, not believing what Alcina was telling her. Alcina sighed as she wiped her mouth clean from the last bit of blood, looking at Mia. How could she explain this…

“Pregnant women have a different tasting blood. A bit sweeter than usual, not as sweet as diabetic person, but sweeter than the usual person’s. It is also a certain tingle on the tongue from all the different hormones mixed together. I have tasted enough pregnant women in my life to know that you are pregnant too.”

“...fuck.”, Mia sighed as she leaned back on the bed, her head against the wall. She lifted up her shirt, enough to expose her stomach. “Not again.”

“I…”, Alcina started, but Mia placed a finger on her lips, making the vampire shut up. “Don’t say anything right now Alcina. Please. I need a moment for myself. Please...just leave.”

Mia touched her throat as a lump started to foam, not knowing if it was because of anxiety or the overwhelming dread that she was pregnant with another mutant, or… Alcina had left the room to give Mia some air, something she desperately needed. She couldn’t be far along. Maybe a month and a half. When was the last time she slept with Ethan…?

As her fingers trailed over her belly and the minutes dripped down to Hour Zero, she knew she’d have to do something with this baby. She didn’t know what yet or how to handle the whole situation, but she couldn’t let it get kidnapped like Rosy. But Rosy had highest priority at this moment.

Alcina stayed in her studies, going over the plan of their attack again. Cassandra and Bela were great fighters, but Daniela was the best, only her bloodlust alone made her the greatest of the trio. Alcina was proud of all three and how they evolved from women left to die to fighting machines and grande A vampires.

Once they had Rosy, they’d take her to safety in the castle. The lycans were informed and ready to guard the castle in case shit would go down. But Lady Dimitrescu didn’t hope for this outcome.

Rosy would need to be nursed back to health after being away from her parents for so long, without any real human touch and contact. That’s a trauma that could change a child’s life forever, especially if it lived with a mutation like Rosy.

As soon as Rosy would be healthy enough, Lady Dimitrescu would take blood from her to develop her own ‘vaccine’. A vaccine that would make her even stronger than she already was, and no Umbrella or Redfield could stop her. Then, she would make Mia part of her coven. Rosy should be given time to grow up, but once she was old enough, Lady Dimitrescu would turn her too. Given her mutation, she would be the perfect vampire and ready to lead over the world. With another baby on the way, they could even make a double pack of the perfect vampires...and nothing and no one could stop her.

Lady Dimitrescu closed her note book, putting the pen aside. It was three in the morning and the women had to prepare their journey to the lab. It would take them an hour maximum, but they needed knives and other weapons...just in case. Lady Dimitrescu left her studies, hearing faint snoring from Mia’s room. She decided to give the human some more rest as she needed it, especially after the devastating news.

Chris stepped towards the cell, watching the child in there. She was currently occupied with some stuffed animals and a barbie, making the two talk to each other in different pitches of her voice. “Oh no, Mister Stuffles, we cannot get married! I love Richard and not you!” “Oh, why Jen? Is it because Richard has more money?” “He has the word rich in his name!”

“Have you given her the fish crackers she asked for?”, Chris leaned over to one of the scientists observing Rosy, his question being confirmed. A small bowl was next to the bed on a table. A tablet with a youtube video about some watermelon singing to children was playing.

Chris paced back and forth - he never expected the situation to escalate like this. The mutation passed down from Ethan was stronger than they had previously anticipated. Mixed together with the vaccine Mia received at the Baker’s house...what an explosive mixture they had created.

“When did she age up so quickly? When I left yesterday evening, she was nothing but a baby sucking on her thumb.”, Chris questioned the next scientist. “How is the vaccine going ahead?”

“Rather slow. It will take a few more days until her blood is completely identified and taking out the remaining D-series and E-series DNS.”

“D and E-series?”, Chris frowned at the mention of both types in Rosemary’s body.

“Yes, both types. D-series from the vaccine her mother received in 2017, E-series from her father who still deals with the mold infection.”

“But how...how did she age up so fast?”

“Mr. Redfield...I suppose the kidnapping triggered some kind of trauma in her system. Do you remember? E-001 aged up quickly too. The different types of serieses must be responsible for this, but we are not completely sure by now.”

Suddenly, a scream was heard from the cell Rosy was kept in, the one-way glass splitting due to its pitch and volume - like a jet was taking off. “I want my Mommy! I want my Daddy! Where are Mommy and Daddy?!?!”

#resident evil #lady dimitrescu #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #mia winters

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moon-writers · 3 years ago

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To Love

Characters: Yoon Jaehyuk x Oh Shijin (Y/n)

Genre: fluff, angsty, romance

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Love.

That’s the only thing that she can’t do.

All the roller coasters emotions

The up and down feelings

She’s too tired, too scared to be part of it

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[001]

“The same thing?”

Before I could say anything, a familiar face asked with a smile on her face. I just nodded and returned the smile before handing my card to her. After swiping it on the machine once, she returned it back to me. I went straight to my spot.

A white table at the corner of the shop by the window. It was not too visible to the people outside, but it was not too hidden away as well. That way, I could see everything around while remained unnoticed by them.

As usual, the order arrived a few minutes later.

An ice latte and a carrot shortcake.

I pulled out my laptop. Placing it on the table next to the tray of snack. After that, I pulled my hair up into a pony tail. I just hated it when the hair got into my face while I work.

That was how I spent my weekend. For I was an introvert, I was more comfortable being alone. It was not that I don’t interact. It was hard for me to do so.

However, from time to time, I did join the company’s gathering.

But hey! Those are also forms of interactions.

“Uhm…Shijin-ah, can I have a word with you?”

Jihyo, the girl at the counter earlier, asked me. For some reasons, she looked troubled.

“Yes sure, eonnie!” I replied and she sat down. Jihyo was the owner of the café and had been my friend for a few years now. She helped me a lot to adjust when I first moved here.

“The thing is…I mean…Uhm…You currently not dating anyone, right?”

Jihyo asked. I just stared at her for a moment, catching off guard by her sudden question.

“I… I’m not…why…”

I replied, still stunned by what she just asked.

“Great! -I mean; I have a friend. He came over quite a lot to help out and so he had seen you a few times. He wants to know if it’s okay for you if he is to ask you out for a date?”

A date.

Something that I’ve been trying to avoid.

“Eonnie, you know I’m not interested in dating.”

I replied. Trying to sound as polite as possible.

“It doesn’t have to be a date. Just think of it as a hangout.” She said, looking so desperate and pitiful.

“Please?”

She begged when I said nothing.

For some reasons, her pleading eyes made me gave in.

“I guess…?”

I answered and almost immediately she held both my hands in hers.

“Thank You, Shijin-ah! That prick won’t stop bugging me!”

She said. A big smile on her as she pulled out her phone.

“Here is his number. I’ll give him a head up then you guys can discuss on the meeting place.”

Jihyo sent me his number through chat.

Yoon Jaehyuk was the name.

Attached was his picture.

I have to admit, he looked so handsome.

“His name is Yoon Jaehyuk. One year older than you. He’s working for his father’s company at the moment. Y&G Foods, you’ve heard of it right?”

Said Jihyo.

“So what do you think?”

She asked.

“Not bad?” I replied, hoping it didn’t sound like I was completely not interested when I really was not interested.

“I’ve known him for a long time and I’m saying this just because he’s my friend. He really is a gentleman.”

For a short moment, Jihyo just looked at me.

“You should let go of the past now. I really hope things will work out for you two.”

I said nothing, but just smiled.

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staysuki · 3 years ago

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squid game final episode reactions:

1) is squid game the final game. i mean, its the title of the series, i was expecting for it to come up soon

2) ok so it IS squid game 😀 gotcha

3) i love how they’re gonna do this wearing bloody fine-ass suits. that’s also one of the things i like here, the costume design, sure, there hasn’t been a lot of variety but honestly it’s great.

4) so we all know that gihun’s gonna win or the police will come before the game ends. so many possible endings going through my head rn:

- gihun wins, gets the money, fulfills his plans

- gihun wins, gets the money, becomes the next black mask head

- gihun wins, police arrives, doesn’t get the money

- police arrives, gihun and sangwoo are saved, nobody gets the money

- police arrives, gihun and sangwoo are saved, they both take the money still(????unlikely)

- police arrives, gihun and sangwoo are saved, gihun kills sangwoo still

- they both die idfk 💀💀💀💀

i’m honestly just throwing a wide net here and hoping one of them is true 💀💀💀

5) also we haven’t seen the “host” yet. i’m still betting it’s 001 or someone from inside the games idk.

6) big brain with the sand, i love that

7) i live how in-ho just killed his brother and now ten minutes later he’s explaining squid game to some foreigners 😀 gotta love how life works

8) the rain really putting a nice vibe.

9) I KNEW HE’D SAY THAT 😭 putting her out of her misery my ass

10) sangwoo’s descent to villainy, goodness, i love it. hate him as a person, love him in a character writing perspective. if i ever wrote some angst or thriller fic, i would 100% follow his character narrative’s pacing.

11) it looks a bit boring because there’s only two of them, barely any effects or sounds but again, i really have to commend the action choreography. its so good.

12) hit him in the nuts 😭 or just complete the game while he’s down.

13) STOPPING THE KNIFE WITH THE HAND. I CANT. I HATE IT WHEN THAT HAPPENS.

14) i’m gonna be nauseous for days.

15) gihun spared him, ofc. ofc he would. but still, he has to win the game so like idk. unless sangwoo stands up still. or not ig. just end the game already 😭

16) stop with the clause three 😭😭😭 but that seems like such a gihun thing to do. idk, he never gave “here for the money” vibes. not like sangwoo, even ali had that desperation for money. ugh #JusticeForAli, i’m still mad.

17) no, kill sangwoo already 😐 he is despicable. he’ll probably kill himself

18) oh look at that, he did. the game is no more. but yeah, there was no where else this would go, gihun was definitely gonna win. i was still hopeful with the clause three though, that was one thing i didn’t see coming. they really gave me a hopeful red herring huh.

19) there was only one guy watching over the security cameras omg 😭 that’s so sad, everything is so lonely.

20) wow, so sick. they’re so cruel. but i’m happy for gihun (not really, he’ll be messed up for life) but jfc 😭 this show.

21) it does feel like a dream. imagine being stuck in an island for that long and then thats just what happens.

22) they really just dumped them on the side of the street huh 😭 does he even get the money. what a bunch of a-holes. give him his money

23) horrible way to wake up. some rando stranger smiling down at you with wide eyes telling you about jesus. i would think i died.

24) HE DOES GET THE MONEY (????)

25) oh wow he does get it. i didn’t know there could be so much tension in withdrawing cash.

26) imagine seeing that much money in your bank account, i wouldn’t know what to do 😭

27) sangwoo’s mom!!! 😭💔💔 “by any chance have you heard from sangwoo” I AM BROKEN

28) i feel like his mom is dead. i wanna give dear gihun a break but i just FEEL IT

29) why do i have to be right all the time 😀. i just felt it, at that moment, the slow panning of the camera as he walked back to his house, everything is dark. it’s 100% a death introduction. i couldn’t even cry because i was so busy being mad that i guessed it correctly. GIVE MY MAN GIHUN A BREAK

30) ONE YEAR LATER?!??!? THERES STILL 30 MINUTES. I hope he takes care of Saebyeok’s brother :((((

31) loving the rich poor guy aesthetic. again, gotta commend the fashion design and stylists here, they made him look so different.

32) i cannot see where this is going, i mean, with the way he was treated it seems like the bank guy knew he was rich rich but he asked for money. maybe he doesn’t wanna look at his bank account because of how traumatizing it is? ptsd?

33) cHoGiYo

34) THE FLOWER IS A PLANT (i meant like its suspicious). oh theres a card in it.

35) oh for fucks sake 😭 not the squid game again

36) I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT. 001 IS SO SUS. HE’S THE FUCKING HOST. I FUCKING KNEW IT. GGANBU MY ASS 😭😭😭

37) we saw ali die, we saw saebyeok die, we saw jiyeong die, we saw sangwoo die, we DIDNT SEE 001 DIE

38) no confirmed kill = still alive. still hoping on mr. hwang too 🤭🙈🙈🙈🙈

39) prediction = 001 started squid game to give a second chance in life because he’s rich af and getting old and think that he wants people to have another fair second chance in life because he cant have that anymore idk maybe. and also he likes gihun because he was nice to him this whole time.

40) great acting moment from gihun here.

41) what is this game 😭

42) 001 is right, he needs the answer. you cant kill him

43) anyways, senile old man is the bbeg all along, wbk

44) DONT KILL HIM FFS 😭

45) uh oh he bet anything. i bet he’ll be the next squid game front man if he loses the bet. also him being a sharkloan pls 😭

46) “if tHat Even is yOuR reAL nAme” im losing it

47) ms. girl really just walked away 😭 UNCALLED FOR

48) so is mr. 001 just a huge anarchist or smth. does he have a pessimistic view on life on how people are all meanies.

49) guilt for what he did??? he’s been doing it since the 90s 😭

50) there’s a few minutes to the bet left. he’s gonna run down there and help the drunk man himself.

51) IM GONNA SOUND SO HEARTLESS BUT I AGREE WITH 001???? (if i was in that situation, ofc i’d feel as broken as gihun but since i’m speaking as a detached viewer—) like, nobody was obligated to play and they all had a vote to end the game and then it was all up to them to join back AND THEY DID. maybe i’m just a sucker for rules and contracts and such, like, it’s a logical argument you can’t counter against (morals aside ofc). this makes me sound such a dick 😀

52) ok nvm he lost the bet 💀

53) whats up with him being so distrustful 😭

54) i love this part. the cutting of the scenes to gihun to 001 to the clock then to the drunken man. such great visual tension even with such simplistic scenes, you could tell what they were implying and what they were building up to. ugh, i love great cinematography.

55) ms. girl coming in with back up, we stan.

56) he died 😭 i mean, we saw it coming but where’s the doctors here

57) you saw that you lost— priorities right here.

58) whats up with mr. big brother hwang. i think out of all the characters, i’m confused with him the most. like, seriously, what a huge plot arc left unexplained.

59) THE RED HAIR I’M BAWLING

60) THE RED HAIR I’M BAWLING (2)

61) saebyeok’s brother 😭💔💔💔💔. HE IS SO CUTE AND INNOCENT I CANT

62) SANGWOO’S MOM 😭💔

63) how did he even explain where saebyeok is. i’m heartbroken.

64) OH MY GOD DONT LEAVE A SUITCASE FULL OF MONEY AND A CHILD ALONE IN THE OPEN 😭

65) awww he’s gonna see his daughter with red hair 😭♥️

66) MR. COFFEE PRINCE MY MAN. HE IS SO FUCKING CUTE IM SO SOFT. UGH IVE BEEN WAITING FOR HIM TO COME BACK ON SCREEN. ig he’s just some famous celebrity cameo, too expensive to keep him for the whole show or smth ugh he’s the best. he’s so ageless, so beautiful.

67) THE SQUID GAME STILL CONTINUING EVEN WITH 001 DEAD 👀

68) HE’S JOINING AGAIN ISNT HE 😐😐😐😐

69) go see your daughter please 😭💔

70) YEAH DONT JOIN. JUST GO TO AMERICA AND GET THERAPY IDK

71) GIHUN FFS 😭 what do you want to do by golly q

72) so gihun plans on rejoining and toppling the institution probably; is the front man even gonna let him in the game— i mean, they knew he’s 456 so like, they could literally just ghost him idk.

73) open-ended huh, perfect for cutting it there for interpretation or continuing with a second season. i don’t really plan on searching for any news on this so i’ll just surprise myself ig.

74) where’s my man hwang.

#ash squid

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minbbydoll · 5 years ago

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So Cold - 전 정국 (001)

↳ Genre : Angst

↳ Pairing : Cheating Husband!Jungkook x Mistress!Reader

↳ Description : Jeon Jungkook the man you dream to hold close to you as he tells you how much he loves you, a dream that will never happen though because he’s married to your best friend, you’ll only ever be a mistress to him. Someone who is so easily replaceable, he’ll never love you and you know it but you still can’t stop hoping for something more. You still can’t stop putting yourself through the heartbreak over and over again.

↳ Word Count : 3.1k

↳ Warnings : Cheating, self-hate, degrading words (mostly slut), praising kink, impregnation kink, unprotected sex, Dom!Jungkook, Sub!Reader, foreplay, daddy kink,

↳ A/N : This story will be based on the song So Cold by Ben Cocks, also feel free to leave comments I want to know what you think of this story.

(002), (003)

Oh, you can’t hear me cry.

You let out a faint broken smile as you made yet another excuse as to why you couldn’t go to lunch with your friend and his husband, as soon as you hung up the phone apologizing once more you let out a small shaky breath.

You don’t know how much longer you can keep this up, you can’t hide your affair with his husband much longer, he’s bound to find out. Yet here you were curled up in a ball, letting out a small stream of tears, upset that not only do you not have the man you love but that you can’t even face your best friend of years because of the terrible thing you’ve done.

Kim Taehyung the man who you love dearly, the man who as a child protected you from bullies, the man who would do anything for you and you vise versa, the man whose husband was cheating on him with you.

You so desperately wanted to end things with Jungkook but you couldn’t just do that, the thought of him not being by your side gave you major anxiety. You didn’t want to hurt your friend but you couldn’t stop indulging in your selfishness. You were a person who didn’t really need love but then Taehyung introduced you to Jungkook and you felt your heart flutter when he smiled at you, you felt your hand burn with desire just at his simple touch.

You don’t remember when it started but you remember how it started. You remember allowing these things to happen, you remember taking advantage of Taehyung’s husband. You remember how much it hurt when he left you and said he needed to get back to his husband, and most of all you remember how disgusted you were - no are with yourself for sleeping with Jungkook for the first time.

“Hey, are you just going to sit here alone all night?” You turned to be met with the man you didn’t want to see right now; Jungkook, you looked at him up and down and noted he looked really good in his simple black t-shirt and dress pants.

“Ha, no I’m just not really up for a dance for right now- hey, where’s Tae?” You hoped to distract Jungkook by looking around to try and spot his husband. Jungkook smiled at you, “Ah, Tae went upstairs to one of Jimin’s bedrooms, he said he wasn’t feeling well.”

You nodded and stood up from your seat, “Well I guess I’ll try and find a man to dance with.” You took out your wallet to pay for your drink but Jungkook grabbed your wrist. “Allow me [Name].” Jungkook took money out from his pocket and put it on the counter, “It’s not free though, come dance with me.” You let out a small chuckle and grabbed his hand.

The song that was playing was slow and very sensual, you felt Jungkook grab onto your hips, it was a small action but it made you gulp. “S-should we be dancing t-this close?” You could feel Jungkook’s grip tighten on your hips as he pulled you harshly against his chest, his breath fanned over your ear, “Don’t worry about it babe.”

Jungkook slowly and sensually rutted against you, he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist as he dove his head into your neck taking in a deep breath of your scent. You don’t know why you let it happen, you weren’t drunk, yet you still let him slam you against some random bedroom door. There was a clash of teeth, tongue, and lips. You weren’t drunk that one thing you’re sure of, you weren’t drunk, not on alcohol at least.

“Jump.” Jungkook growled out as he nipped on your ear. You let out a wanton moan as you felt his bulge against your sopping heat when you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist.

Jungkook roughly threw you onto the bed, “G-Gukk” You whispered out a shorten version of his name and it only made him growl possessively as you looked so small and helpless.

You were practically dripping with arousal and it made him slip further into dom space. He ripped off the dress that seemed to be skin tight.

“Fuck, look at you baby, so fucking wet for me.” He tore off your panties and you didn’t care they were really expensive, you only cared about him being able to almost make you cum just be his voice.

Jungkook wasted no time and dove straight into your core, he licked up your arousal only to have it replaced by more. He wasn’t going to lie; you had a nice taste to you and he absolutely enjoyed eating you out.

“Mhm, all this for daddy baby, all this yummy pussy for me and only me, right?” Jungkook sucked on your clit making you whine.

“F-fuck yes, daddy it’s all for you and only you, I belong to you.” Jungkook peppered kisses on your clit, “My baby is cute, I’m so lucky, you want daddy to make you cum baby?”

You let out a strangled moan, “Yes please daddy, please make me cum, please, please- oh f-fuck.” You let out a small shriek as Jungkook dug his fingers into your thighs and roughly sucked onto your clit.

He didn’t even have to finger you to make you cum, “Oh baby, you came so hard and I haven’t even started yet.”

Jungkook stood up and unbuckled his belt, and he made eye contact with you as he stripped off his clothes. “Look at you slut, you want daddy’s cock, you want daddy to fuck you with his hard cock, tell me slut is that what you want?”

You nodded, “Yes daddy, please, I want your cock, I want you.” Jungkook stroked his cock a few times, “Such a good slut, you want daddy to fill you up even though he’s married, you want daddy to fuck you on someone else’s bed, such a filthy slut.”

You momentarily remembered he’s married to your best friend but quickly dismissed it when you realized you wanted him more than anything, and you won’t be able to stop yourself from indulging in your selfishness. “D-daddy please.”

Jungkook knew he had a condom in his pocket but he wanted to feel you, all of you, raw. “Only because my sweet baby asked so nicely.” Jungkook moved closer to you and peppered kisses on your chest.

He slid in so easily, “D-daddy, v-virgin.” He managed to understand what you meant, you were a virgin. “W-want me to stop,” in all honesty he didn’t even know if he would be able to stop, you were so warm and wet for him, so ready and he was absolutely ecstatic.

He was so glad you shook your head no. “Want you to take it, j-just slowly.” Jungkook nodded and slowly slid in, you grabbed onto his back and dug your fingernails into his skin. Jungkook isn’t a masochist but you tightening around his cock as he’s deep inside of you staying still while you dug your nails into his back has him wanting cum right at that moment.

It took everything Jungkook had for him not to ram into you and make you scream his name. “M-move please.” Jungkook took his time with you, and he didn’t want to hurt you, to you it was like making love instead of just sex, he was so gentle and he slowly thrusted into you deeply.

“F-fuck, you’re doing so good for me baby, so t-tight, such a good girl.” Jungkook sped up a little, he held onto your shoulders and thrusted into you quickly.

“Ah, Jungkook!”

Jungkook loved when you yelled his name, when you clenched around him, when you arched your back so he could hit deeper, so deep his cock kissed your cervix.

Jungkook moved his hand to rub your clit but before he could he felt you spasm around him, clenching and unclenching. “Ah, g-god, so good.” You squeezed him so tight you drove him straight to his own end. Jungkook didn’t slow down or speed up as you both rode out your highs.

Jungkook did cum inside you and when he pulled out there so much cum it spilled out of you, it ran down your thighs and onto the bed. “Mhm, baby you take daddy’s cock so well, you look so cute with my cum oozing out of you.”

You looked up from your knees as you heard your doorbell ring, “Pizza!” You grabbed your wallet from the coffee table and walked over to the door. You were greeted by a man that looked around your age probably a few years older. “Hello, that’ll be $20.89.”

You grabbed the money and 20 more dollars as a tip. “Oh ma’am, this is too much for a tip.” You shook your head and encouraged him to take the extra money. “Please, and don’t call me ma’am you look older than me, just call me [Name].”

He bit his lip and shyly took the 20 dollars, “You can call me Yugyeom [Name], please let me do something for you, this is too much.” You jokingly said, “Well, you could get me a boyfriend.” His eyes widened and he quickly nodded, “I have a friend who I think you would look really good with, I'll set you up just give me your number.”

You gripped onto the pizza, “Ah, I was just joking.” Yugyeom cutely tilted his head, confused, “But it doesn’t hurt to try.” You sighed, he’s right, I should try dating. You turned around and put your pizza on the coffee table. You grabbed a near by paper and pen. After writing your number down you handed him the paper and he thanked you before leaving.

You sighed disappointed just as you were about to take a bite your pizza, your phone dinged. You really didn’t want to check it but you did anyway, you very often hated your anxiety that pushed you to do things you didn’t want to because of your irrational fear of missing something important or being pushed out of your social group for not texting back.

[Gukk] : I need u rn, I don’t care what you’re doing I’m coming over. - 12:55am

[Name] : Okay, I have pizza for afterwards. - 12:55am

You put your phone and stripped off your clothes, you walked to your room and grabbed your silk robe that was laying down peacefully on your cleaned and recently made bedsheets.

You continued watching tv while waiting for Jungkook, only after 20 minutes did you hear your doorbell ring again. Jungkook slipped off his shoes as he stepped into your apartment.

“Mhm, baby are you all ready for me?” You stood up and walked over to Jungkook, “Yes daddy.” Jungkook slowly undid your robe and slid it off of your shoulders and onto the floor.

“Baby, how do look so much better everyday, how are you all only for me?” Jungkook kissed your shoulder as he continued complimenting you, Jungkook liked to have slow romantic sex with you. It wasn’t very frequent Jungkook was rough with you, only when he was impatient; this meant when he went too long without seeing you.

Jungkook dove straight into your lips, his thin plump lips devouring your own, his rhythm slow and sweet as usual. Jungkook’s hands roamed all over you, from your waist, to your naked breasts, to your face eventually ending in him roughly grabbing your ass cheeks.

“Baby, fuck I can’t believe I get you to myself, this sweet pussy only for daddy, this yummy ass only for daddy- fuck!” Jungkook let out a small shout of the curse word as he felt his cock getting way too hard in his way too tight dress pants.

“I’m sorry, I can’t wait any longer baby, I need to get inside of you.” Jungkook rapidly and messily undid his belt buckle to slide his pants off, still in his boxers he felt a bit better than before. Jungkook palmed himself as the both of you continued to kiss with swollen lips.

Jungkook finally let go of your lips and grabbed your hand leading you from your living room to your bedroom, the room he was all too familiar with. Jungkook took his lips against yours once more until the both of you were on the bed.

Jungkook gave you a few pecks on the lips before trailing down to your neck. Jungkook’s previous marks already faded, his swollen lips worked on your neck making sure to make them as dark as possible.

You grasped onto his hair, his touch never ceased to amaze you. “You like that slut, you like me marking you.” You nodded, “Yes daddy, I l-love being marked by you, l-love being yours.”

Jungkook has always loved how easily you’ve submitted to him, the way his name falls from those precious pink lips of yours, the way you moan for him and only him.

Jungkook took one of nipples in his mouth, he sucked on your nipple as his left hand played with your other breast. “Ah Jungkook~ please.” Jungkook’s mouth left your nipple with a popping sound.

“Please what baby, tell daddy what you want.” You whimpered at his tone, “Want daddy’s cock please- oh please, w-want daddy to fuck me please.” You begged, he always likes when you beg and you know that.

“Do you deserve daddy’s cock, have you been a good girl?” Jungkook’s hands impatiently stroke his cock to prep him to enter your warm heat. “Yes, daddy, I’ve been such a good girl please, please let me have your cock daddy.”

Jungkook’s breathing was suddenly heavier, ever since he started having sex with you he gets this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach- wait no, ever since he met you the feeling started.

Jungkook shook his head and turned his focus back to you, he tapped your clit with his cock a few times before he first pushed in. He stayed still before coming out fully and pushing back in.

Jungkook does this to tease you and himself, he loves watching his cock go in and out of you, he loves watching you squirm when he teases you. “Daddy, please!” Jungkook couldn’t hold himself back anymore, he grabbed onto your hips and thrusted into you.

You were so wet it made him slip in so easily, you and him both let out a much needed moan. He could feel you tighten around him as he thrusted into you again.

“F-fuck, you take me so well, you just love getting pounded into by daddy’s cock, don’t you?”

Jungkook rubbed your clit with his free hand while the other tightly gripped your hip. “Answer me, slut!” Jungkook got rougher as he didn’t he hear a response, you tried to respond but the way he was fucking you, it was just too much.

“Y-yes.” You managed to squeak out a response just before you threw your head back as your eyes also started to roll back. Jungkook leaned down and sucked on you neck leaving more hickies.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. You want my cum, you want my baby in you, tell me slut, do you want a perfect round belly full of my child?” You know Jungkook has an impregnation kink but what he was saying was actually very true for you, you do want his baby, you want a family with him.

“Yes, daddy please, please cum in me, I want- no need it please.” Jungkook went as deep as he could with his thrusts, your words only fueled his need to cum in you. “Only ‘cause my slut asked so nicely.”

Jungkook gave a few more thrusts before filling you with his seed, you both came at the same time. You were so fucked out you could only see white as you continued to clench and unclench around him.

Your head was thrown back and Jungkook knew this was a sight he wanted to continue seeing for the rest of his life. He loves fucking you so much, he pulled out his soft cock and rolled onto the bed next to you.

You finally came down from your high still panting, you turned on your side to look at him.

You turned on your side to look at him, “I still can’t believe you’re my first.” Jungkook softly smiled as he brushed your hair back, he let out a small hum. “Why?”

You shyly looked away from him, “Well call me crazy but I’ve always wanted my husband to be my first, not only my first during sex but my first during everything. First kiss, first boyfriend, first-,” Jungkook cut you off with a peck on your lips.

He didn’t want to hear anymore because his heart clenched at your words and he felt guilt not because he cheated on his husband but because he took away a part of you, you can’t ever get back.

But just as he pulled away he came to a realization, “Wait for your husband to be your first everything you would have needed to not have your first kis-,” he stopped as he looked at you in horror. He didn’t deserve to take your first kiss, he didn’t deserve to take your virginity. Oh, god I’m such a horrible person.

Jungkook snapped out of it when he heard his phone ding, he turned to look at it. “It’s Tae, I’ve got to go.” Jungkook stood up picking up his discarded clothes and placing them back on.

After taking away your virginity he just left you alone. What did you expect to be able to wake up next to him in the morning? What the fuck is wrong with you, Y/N he has a fucking husband and his husband is your fucking best friend.

You silently let your tears slide down your cheeks as you felt nothing but melancholy. Why couldn’t you just stay away from him, why do you feel this need to hold him tight and never let go?

You slammed your hand against your mouth to try and silence your whines and loud sobs, it was in vain as you couldn’t help but just sob louder.

The next morning you had breakfast with Taehyung and his husband, Taehyung couldn’t help but want to gossip with you. “So~ I heard my little Y/N got laid last night. How was it, are you gonna marry the guy?”

Your eyes widened as you took a quick second for your eyes to dart over to shook Jungkook. “T-Tae, I really don’t want to talk about it.” Taehyung tilted his head, “But why, you’ve always been so adamant about staying a virgin until you got married.”

You bit your lip as you looked up to Jungkook once more before turning to Taehyung, “People change their mind, is it so weird I did?” Taehyung nodded vigorously, “Yes, very no mat-,” Jungkook held onto Taehyung’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “Babe, maybe you should just leave the poor girl alone.” Taehyung nodded and hesitantly let go of the subject.

“I think I wanna see other people, Jungkook.”

(002), (003)

#jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts #bts smut #jungkook smut #cheating #jungkook angst #angst #taehyung #taekook

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kenzie-ann27 · 4 years ago

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Number One

This post has been a long time coming- as has this specific Stranger Things theory- and I am finally so glad to be able to talk about it now that I have all of my research and all of my evidence in order. Plus, you know, it is always an absolute pleasure to talk about my favorite character, Mr. Murray Bauman. I- like most people- understand that there is undoubtedly more to Murray than meets the eye, but went down the rabbit hole to listen to and analyze each line, each look, and each detail when it comes to this character, and my final conclusion is something that I believe has to be the answer to who this character really is, as I have a hard time believing he is just an old crazy guy living out in the middle of the woods for no reason other than he just is oddly suspicious of the government (in a country he claims to love). Either way, I would suggest to clear your schedules, grab a snack, and buckle up, because this is gonna be one crazy post.

First things first, it might be easier to simply state my working theory and work from there to prove it with my piles of research and evidence that I am eager to be seen proven when season four rolls out. It feels very strange to actually write it in words for other people to read, but strange little Murray Bauman is- pausing for dramatic effect- none other than the very first child in a long line of strange, superpowered children that once called Hawkins Lab home. Yes, yes, yes, Murray is Number One.

Now, of course, here comes the fun part- trying to prove that theory. To make things simple, let’s take a step back and think about Murray as a character; we don’t know how old he is, where he’s from, what his family is like, nothing. But in this theory, I think I am able to piece together some form of a story for him that is most likely wrong, but that’s not what I am proving here. Murray was born sometime around 1939 in the United States (making him 46 in season three), most likely in Illinois as that is where is currently lives (not entirely sure about this one); as we only know his mother is still alive, another working theory is that his father was maybe a soldier in WWII, or, considering how Bauman is a German/Jewish last name, maybe something considerably worse became of his father. This would also lead to explain his love of the United States, as a young immigrant mother who was able to make her way to the United States during WWII would probably have her son grow up deeply appreciating the country that took them in in a time where they would have been killed for who they were. Making my way past this to the wonderful Cold War, the US government set up a strange set of experiments during the 1950s, the oh-so-fun Project MKUltra that was mentioned way back in season one. Being 16 in 1956 (Hawkins Lab started doing these experiments in 1953), and a young kid knowing he was different than the others with thoughts in his head that wouldn’t stop and weren’t his, Murray took the trip to Hawkins as a way to get some money to help out with his single mother and to figure out what exactly was with those thoughts of his. My problem, of course, is I’m not sure what happened in those 30 years between then; my guess is it wasn’t pretty, considering he lives out in the middle of the woods and is beyond suspicious of the government. He’s hateful of those that amplified the problem he desperately wanted dispelled, those that caused him to live a life where no one would believe a word he said, knowing full well that “your priest, your postman, your teacher, the world at large; they won't believe any of this.”

This brings me back to my more potent evidence, starting with the fact that caused me to think about this theory in the first place: not once do we see Murray’s left wrist. Whether it’s covered up by a sleeve or his watch, we never see the part of the body that would confirm Murray’s part in these experiments, as he would have that 001 tattoo hiding right there. A tattoo that, if my previous paragraph stands, would make an excellent parallel to the tattoos that were given in concentration camps; a tattoo, a number, that is meant to put a person in their place, to show the world they are nothing more than just a statistic. Like himself, Murray hides the tattoo, knowing the things people would think of him if they knew. He would know those things, of course, because that’s what his powers are: he’s an empath, he can read minds.

That shouldn’t come as much of a shock, of course, as we see Murray demonstrate those powers with Nancy and Jonathan in season two and then again with Joyce and Hopper in season three; he hears thoughts constantly, and it was driving him insane to hear them think those things about each other when the solution, to him, was to just get together and get it over with, and not to bother him with their- in his own words- “mind-numbing and frankly boorish mating ritual.” It’s why he lives in the middle of nowhere, it’s why he was so happy to hear the lab being shut down that he drove roughly four hours (just a guess, as Murray lives in Sesser, IL, and I’m using Indianapolis, IN, as a reference for Hawkins) to watch it for himself, it’s why he made such a good journalist and investigator, it’s why he screams desperately for people to stop talking (not with their mouths, of course, but with their heads). Other people’s thoughts, constantly screaming, yelling, annoying the shit out of him. And it is exactly the reason why he drinks so much, why he listens to jazz music oh-so-coincidentally from 1956 (on another note, he seemed to have an affinity for Woody Woodpecker, and the Woody Woodpecker Show aired in 1957, though the character had been around since 1940)- he uses those things to drown out people’s thoughts so he can think for himself. He said himself the music “helps” him, he said himself the vodka helps him think because “it’s a central nervous system depressant,” which is strange in itself because CNS depressants actually slow down brain activity. Why would alcohol help you think clearly if its purpose was to do the exact opposite, unless your brain activity was already unusually high?

This is my latest nail in the coffin, as I just only realized it today, but Project MKUltra was designed specifically to target the Russians during the Cold War- if you have this insanely powerful kid that can read minds, and you’re working against the Russians, it might be useful for this kid to learn how to speak Russian. Which- gasp- is something that Murray just so happens to do that no one ever really takes the time to question.

Of course, these are just my strange thoughts that I’ve taken way too much time to organize, though it was quite fun to think about my favorite character and hope for a minute that he would be one of the most important people in the story of this show. Murray is weird, he’s eclectic, he’s off-putting and nothing short of a hermit, but that’s what makes him so interesting. In a show full of odd characters, to me, he takes the cake; which is why I hope he is much more than what he seems to be. And, when it comes time to sit down and watch season four, I’ll be glad to see him and all of the empathy and telepathy that one antisocial and awkward guy can handle (though I am 90% sure that I will be right, of course).

TL;DR - Murray Bauman, guys:

#stranger things #murray bauman #thank you for coming to my ted talk #stranger things spoilers #gonna tag it as spoilers cause it will be #smh #stranger things theory #thank you

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kingofthecon · 4 years ago

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@flynnfletchr Stanford was doing that thing where he tried to pace a hole into the floor of their hotel room and it had become aggravating thirty minutes ago. "Ford." The slightly older twin didn't seem to hear his younger brother and continued pacing in the same spot - arms behind his back as he mumbled about whether or not he still had time to come up with a different project for the science fair. The answer? No. Not unless he could come up with something in less than twelve hours. "Ford. Please. I don't wanna knock you unconscious but so help me I will if it means we both get some sleep. It'll be fine." Stanford Pines looked towards his twin who was laying flat on his stomach at the edge of the bed with his arms beneath his head. The scowl he wore read as 'try me', and caused Stanford to slow to a stop. He looked bent out of shape, almost miserable and Stanley Pines didn't understand why. They went to several science fairs and Ford was always a shoe-in for first or second place. Maybe that was the reason why? The teenagers from Danville were competing in this particular contest of dorks and though Ford appreciated the friendly competition and the challenge that came with trying to one up the boys each year, it was clear that Ford didn't like it when he lost to them. He wasn't exactly a sore loser, but he wasn't a gracious loser either. He would put on a front, accept whatever place he'd taken, and then go back to the drawing board to hopefully come up with something even better to showcase his intelligence all while grumbling under his breath and talking like an actual super villain. Who uses the words RUE THE DAY in a legitimate conversation? "For one, you literally don't have time to come up with something else for this thing unless you decide to make a Mentos and Cola volcano using a Styrofoam cup cause that's what I have on me, and I don't think that'll even win a first grade science fair project. Secondly, you're a genius in a room full of geniuses. If you're that desperate then I can probably steal or sabotage someone's project for you which--don't look at me like that, I just wanted to make sure you weren't too far gone which brings me to bulletin three. Everyone knows that you have a high IQ. The highest IQs. The tallest mountain in the world of IQs. You don't really have to prove yourself so just relax." "Stanley, you don't understand. Phineas Flynn and Ferb Fletcher have an extensive history with their creations. I'm just a kid from Jersey who came out of nowhere." "Sixer, everyone loves the underdog. Besides, you three practically share the limelight at these things. You guys are top brass. Nothin' wrong with a little friendly competition to keep the blood flowin'." "Stanley, you're supposed to be on my side!" "I am on your side. One hundred percent. Otherwise I would have shoved you into the hallway so I could get some semblance of sleep. Instead I'm trying to talk you out of coming up with a list of junk you could make in the next like, eleven hours. You created a functioning robot girl complete with artificial intelligence and everything. You've skipped like, a hundred of these fairs to perfect Stannabelle." "She's an android and that is not her name." "The point is that you'll probably have even Tony friggin' Stark or Bruce Wayne lookin' your way. I mean, that's part of the reason why you chose this particular science fair, right? Who knows. Maybe once you're outta West Coast Tech you'll get picked up by Stark Industries or Wayne Enterprises? Oh, what about Star Labs?" "That's why this has to be perfect!" With a whine, Stanley rolled over and allowed himself to fall out of the bed. He wasn't on the floor long; rising to his feet he made his way towards the closet where the robot girl was sitting in her charging station. If anyone looked at the bot they would believe it to be a human with Stan and Ford as her big brothers. Stanley crossed his arms and presented to Ford his own creation. "Earth to nerd. The kid's perfect." "She sounds like I installed a Speak & Spell as her voice modulator." "Okay, so you missed something when you programmed her. Just, I dunno, take apart the TV if ya gotta do somethin'. Just...you need to relax. It'll be fine." He pat the android on top of her head and closed the closet door before flopping back down on the bed. "Just...you know, do it quietly? Some of us wanna walk around the Expo and sneak into places they shouldn't." "You're going to get us kicked out." "Probably yeah, so make the most of it. I'm goin' ta bed. Try not to stay up too late. Night, nerd." "Night, pain in my side brother who occasionally makes sense when it's convenient for him." "Too long. Try again." With that Stanley pulled back the covers and spread out for sleep leaving Ford to figure out what to do. He'd brought extra parts and equipment in case something went wrong so...like Stanley had suggested, he began to work on fixing the voice modulator with parts around their hotel room. ____________________________

Morning arrived way too fast and was thus slept through meaning that Stanley woke around noon. His awakening was accompanied by a terrified scream as a face way too close to his for comfort came into focus as he opened his eyes. He rolled off the bed in his attempt to get away and orient himself with his surroundings. His fall came with a one man laugh track which caused Stanley to zero in on the culprit. "Are you alright, Uncle Stan?" a little girl with the too expressive for what should have been a robot's face asked him. Stanley, a little unnerved with the realistically human sounding voice looked passed her and towards his twin who was far too proud of himself. "Peachy," he answered as his twin tried to hide his laughter behind a six fingered hand. Stanley pulled himself up so that he was kneeling against the side of the bed. More awake and aware now he realized what this meant. He turned to Ford and he grinned at him while patting his "niece" on top of her head. "This is great! So ya managed to fix the voice issue. Good job, and nice to finally meet you, kiddo." "My designation is not "Kiddo". I am Alpha 001 - SP." Stanford had such a proud look on his face while Stanley just slow blinked at the two of them before he began moving around the room to change into his clothes for the day. "Okay, but I'm calling you Allie for short. "But my designation--" "--Is a mouthful. No one is gonna call ya that except for the uppity geeks who want to sound professional and use big words all the time. 'sides, when someone has a long name like that people usually give'em nicknames. For example, Stanford over there tends to go by Ford while I, Stanley, go by Stan or Lee." The little android was silent for a moment, most likely computing the information she'd received or something before she finally nodded her head in understanding. "Very well. I will accept this as a secondary form of address. "Excellent! You've really outdone yourself, Sixer. Allie's perfect! Though I hope you slept. Anyway, I'mma go walk around the place and get breakfast." A look to the clock had him groaning. "Or brunch, apparently. You two should get ready for later this afternoon. I'll meet you at your booth or whatever." Once completely dressed with his hair and teeth brushed, the younger twin made his way from the hotel room and sighed as he headed towards his destination. Though he was happy to be here to support his brother, he didn't really feel as though he belonged. There'd been a few times in the past where he'd gotten mistaken for his brother, but once they realized the mix-up and asked him questions pertaining to his brother's project Stanley had only succeeded in making a fool of himself. He wasn't smart. He was barely above average and in a turn of crazy events he ended up being made fun of. It reminded him of the bullies back home in Glass Shard Beach, specifically Crampelter and his cronies, but back then it was never this...bad? This humiliating? Though it didn't happen often, it did happen enough that he hated coming to these things. He'd never tell his brother though. Stanford had been teased all his life for his Polydactyly and for being the smartest person in any room. Stanley could bite the bullet of being the odd one out for a change, especially when it only happened once every year or every other year. Stanley hummed to himself as he entered the elevator which went from hotel to convention center. He rocked back and forth on the heels of his feet the balls of his toes as he mentally counted the floors as they lit up. Once the doors opened and he stepped out he found himself tripping over something. He blinked as he stumbled out of the elevator. A part of him wondered if he'd tripped over some nerds project garnering the reaction of, 'oh shit!' and 'at least that'll knock out one of Ford's competitors. When he actually looked at what he'd tripped over, however... "What the heck are you s'posed to be?" He crouched in front of the teal duck bill beaver tailed...thing, and poked at it to make sure that he hadn't hurt it. "You lost and tryin' to catch the elevator, little guy? Or are you a girl? whatevenareyou?" He moved to pick up the creature just to make sure with no regards for safety (the creature could absolutely bite him after all), but his love of animals outweighed his need to be careful.

#flynnfletchr #—Swindler's Folly #► Mystery Hack #Science Fair/College AU #Maybe?#—X-0vers #Loooooooong Post #In My Head He Trips Over Perry and Perry Makes the Sound #x'D #Stan Is Just Like #Whazzat?!

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thirdwars · 4 years ago

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the battle at diagon alley // diomedes avery.

Mentions/features: Cassius Rookwood, Eden Dolohov, Juliet Avery, Davina Travers, Molly Weasley senior, Olive Longbottom, Jimmy Fletcher, Ronan Nott, Molly Weasley junior, Theodore Burke, Fiorella Longbottom. Triggers: violence, torture, blood, death, loss of a child.

To summarise: Diomedes came out to attack and had so much fun. Pre-battle, he has a little huddle with Cassius and Eden, where they discuss their plans. He’s told Juliet to stay away. At the battle, he duels with Davina, who he injures mildly and who abandons the fight. He also comes across Molly Sr, who he fails to kill. When he sees Olive, he supposes that it’d be poetic to subject her to the cruciatus curse, and he does, but is confunded by Jimmy before being able to finish the job. This leaves room for Ronan to get some spells in, but once Jimmy and Olive have disapparated, the spell breaks and he duels the other for a while. He also comes across Molly Jr, who he intends to kill with the sectumsempra after having failed to kill her namesake. Unbeknownst to him until later, he fails at that too. He also comes across Theodore Burke and Fiorella Longbottom while they’re in the midst of their half-hearted duel, something he will keep in mind in the future. I’m not sure about the order in regards about all these events, I just know that Molly senior came before most of them! Ahhhh. Diomedes comes out relatively unscathed, to a rather furious Juliet ( which is played out on the dash, see here ).

THREAD 001: Eden, Diomedes, Cassius.

EDEN DOLOHOV: murder tw / "I'm going to take out the Minister," Eden announces. She's still as a statue, hands clasped under her chin in a perversion of prayer, eyes trained on the table in front of the three of them. It's an unfamiliar sight to anyone that doesn't know her well — this is her planning face. Granger-Weasley at the helm of government is a problem, after all, and even if she cares little for politics, it doesn't hurt to clear the way for the Death Eaters to assume control of the Ministry. "Killing Potter was the right move, of course, but he wasn't the only thing that gave mudbloods and blood traitors hope."

Her eyes flit to Cassius and Diomedes, then. Her resolve is steel-firm, but she's accustomed to collaborating with the two of them — strength in numbers, and all that.

DIOMEDES AVERY: murder, death of a child tw / Part of him wants to say, all child-like, that he wants to take out Hermione Granger, but he bites his tongue. Eden can have her glory: he'll find his own. "It looks like Lestrange junior will be focusing on Longbottom," he said, thinking out loud. He'd like to see all of them die, all of Potter's friends picked off. "So that leaves three more of them, if he succeeds." With them, he meant those who'd been there the last time Voldemort had been defeated, when his father had gone to jail. "I'm not sure, what would be more ... ah, satisfying. Most of them dying in one night, or drawing it out a little?"

He shoves his chair back, folds one leg over the other. "I'll focus on their children, I think. Nothing like losing a child to make someone lose their fight." His mind thinks to the hole he ripped in the Bardon family, and he smiles despite himself.

CASSIUS ROOKWOOD: He doesn’t like deferrring but it’s a necessary sacrifice. It won’t always be this way. But until then, it’s true enough that he find Diomedes and Eden valuable, feeds off their energy. There is, perhaps, purpose after all in letting the lines between alliance and friendship blur. “Come now, Dio, it’s not meant to be satisfying. We take life only to accomplish our goals,” Cassius makes as if to lecture but can’t hold back a sharp smile. “Though of course, I’ll take out any Weasleys I see with pleasure.” They both make valid points, a good team despite Cassius knowing in the end they each had their own agenda. “The Minister is the brains”, he agrees, nodding at Eden. It’ll be a challenge but he’s seen her in action, and he believes she’s capable of defeating Granger. He’d far prefer Eden have whatever glory would come attached to the deed than Rabastan. “And undoubtedly the most important target. But losing Potter didn’t break them. Victoire Weasley assured me of that personally. Apparently, it only made them want to to fight harder.” Cassius only just manages not to roll his eyes at that. “We need to kill as many of them and their people as possible. Destroy their numbers.” For the most part, he takes this planning session with utmost seriousness but once more he lets humour into his voice, “We could always make it a friendly competition.”

THREAD 002: Molly Sr and Diomedes

DIOMEDES AVERY: death of a child tw / Eyes fall on the matriarch of what is Diomedes least favourite family, and he hardly hesitates as he approaches her, wand at the ready. "Shouldn't you be keeping your children indoors, Molly?," he asks, voice sharp, aiming his wand at the ground at her feet, where he lets the cobbles burst in an explosion. He's smiling behind his mask, feeling like he's getting the revenge he deserves, he has deserved for so long. "You already lost the one, after all."

MOLLY WEASLEY SR: Molly’s head swings around at the sound of her name. ‘’And shouldn’t you be in Azkaban by now?’’ She snaps in retaliation, jumping back as the ground beneath her feet explodes. A shooting pain explodes in her left leg. FURY takes over her body and she sees RED, she throws a scorching spell, watching the flames burst from the end of her wand and dance in the air as they move. ‘’ do not talk about my family. ‘’

DIOMEDES AVERY: He jumps aside as the fire shoots past him, missing him only just. Impressive. "Azkaban? You should know better than to put your faith in such a faulty prison." He lets out a cold laugh, then, sending pain-inducing hex her way. He wants to see her family burn, fall, eradicated. "But your family loves to be talked about, don't they? Weasley this, Weasley that, the fucking paper is filled with you red-haired nuisances. It's like you're asking for it."

MOLLY WEASLEY SR: The pain hits her in the chest and for a moment she’s sure her hearts going to give way. She bends over in pain, hands over her chest, the others words echoing in her head. She will not back down. ‘’ You sounds almost jealous,’’ it’s said with a laugh as she sends another scorching hex his way.31 October 2020

DIOMEDES AVERY: "Oh, of what?" He laughs, even as the scorching hex hits him, and he points his wand to his aflame robes, putting out the fire. His actions are quick, but he hates the gap that he's leaving in his offense, and he soon points his wand at her again, returning her favour and sending a scorching hex back. "Two dead family members, in less than a month? Can't say that I am."

THREAD 002: Olive and Diomedes ( torture tw throughout )

DIOMEDES AVERY: Much like his shoes, he picks his duelling partners with care. Diomedes thinks not everyone is worth is time, considers the long-game. Short-term sadism isn't his style, after all: he much prefers to cause suffering that lasts. And so, when eyes fall on one of the Longbottom children, a plan clicks into his mind. What happened to their grandparents is legend, after all, a notorious fate: who is he not to try and show her what they went through? He's quick to act, wand at the ready, "Longbottom," he calls. "How's grandma?" And then, his wand whips. "Crucio."

OLIVE LONGBOTTOM: in years past, olive had staunchly refused to attend the annual halloween fair that was held in diagon alley — she was never a fan of such large groups of people. but (one or two, certainly not all) her sisters and her parents had practically begged her to come along and she had reluctantly agreed. the night had gone by rather smoothly, much better than she could have expected, and she had been enjoying spending time with her family. then, all hell broke loose. the death eaters decided to do what they did best, turning a joyful event into a terrifying one. olive lost track of her family rather quickly, not by choice, but due to the sheer chaos happening around them. standing in the middle of the street (like an idiot), she scanned the area around her, desperately trying to locate her family. it was then that she heard the voice of diomedes avery and her stomach dropped. she swiftly turned on her heel, wand drawn, her eyes filled with a mixture of panic and rage. "she's saner than you are." olive spat, his allusion towards what had happened to her grandparents only fueling the anger boiling up inside her. when she noticed his wand she acted quickly, darting behind the nearest building in order to escape whatever spell he had in store for her. the failed cruciatus curse missed olive by inches and instead, connected with the brick of the shop that she had jumped behind, scattering debris on everything in the immediate vicinity, including her. "protego." she whispered, taking a moment to gather her breath (and her thoughts), before stepping out from behind the building, ready to face diomedes. "what the fuck is wrong with you?" she hissed before raising her wand once again. "sectumsempra!"

DIOMEDES AVERY: As she hides behind the building, he's just satisfied at her cowardice. Let him terrify her. He doesn't care about the pain he causes, he cares about the power it grants him: the power that comes with being feared, with being run from. He wants to hold all the cards, to be the strongest piece on the board of chess and win. When Olive shows her face again — just when Diomedes was considering striding over, cloak billowing — he grins behind his mask. "Plenty," he snarls, waving his wand to dodge curse, redirecting it to the building. Debris covers his shoes, his cloak, but he hardly cares. In this anonymity, appearances hardly matter, after all. "Using dark magic, now? What would your dear father say?" He remembers the start of the battle, how Neville Longbottom had dropped, with a satisfied smirk. "If he can even speak after tonight, that is." One by one, all of them will fall. Harry first, now Neville, and hopefully Eden is taking care of their new minister somewhere, too. Perhaps after tonight, there'll only be three left. For now, though, he'll keep himself busy with one of their children. He focuses on Olive, wand waving again as he attempts a — "Crucio!" — again.

OLIVE LONGBOTTOM: as he redirected the spell into the nearest building, she cursed under her breath. she didn't want to admit it but he was talented, much more so than she had previously assumed. when she heard him talking about her father, she tightened the grip she had on her wand, knuckles turning white. "don't you dare talk about my father." she replied, attempting to keep her voice as calm and level as possible, not wanting to give diomedes the satisfaction of knowing that he had been able to get under her skin. on the inside, she was screaming, panicking, obsessing over what he had said about her father — why hadn't she spent more time trying to find her family? when he attempts another cruciatus curse, olive tries to redirect the spell, but she isn't fast enough. pain, a white-hot pain, floods throughout her entire body and she can't help but scream. "leave me and my family alone!"

DIOMEDES AVERY: "Oh, what are you going to do about it?" His voice his a sneer, his expression filled with sickening glee. "Me keeping my mouth shut won't save him." The legacy of the Longbottom family is stuff of legend, and Diomedes feels nothing but satisfaction at the idea of building on that. Taking a part in it. He doesn't care about the causing of pain, per se, just the rammifications of it, the things it means. The Longbottom family will not know rest: that he promises. Not untill they all die. Her screaming echoes, and Diomedes' lips curl into a grin as he steps closer. "Actually, no, I don't think I will." His voice is a snarl — this is classic predator versus prey. "I'm just trying to give you something to bond over." Ruthless, merciless, twisted: Diomedes Aveyr is far removed from the polite man he presents himself to be, and that is where his danger lies. He is both, after all, a man of luxury and wealth and charity, as well as a monster. "Crucio."

OLIVE LONGBOTTOM: "why don't you just kill me?" she spoke through clenched teeth, still in excruciating pain. "kill me and leave my family alone." olive didn't want to die — in fact, she was afraid to die. there was so much that she still wanted to, so much that she still needed to experience, but she was willing to sacrifice that all for her family.

THREAD 003: Davina and Diomedes

DIOMEDES AVERY: On first look, a scene like this – chaotic, fiery, filled with debris and mess – doesn't seem like Diomedes' scene. It is, though: he'd been raised with an appetite for chaos, and it shows in moments like these. He carefully picks his sparring partners, not wanting to waste time on those who weren't worth it, and so when he sees Davina – estranged cousin, childhood friend, enemy – he chooses her. He intents to hurt. He intents for her to know it's him: it's not like she hasn't been able to guess. Diomedes gets close, wand pointed at her face – it's so familiar that he hardly needs look at it, "Kind of ballsy, to show up when you have so many enemies, Davina." His words are spat out, his eyes narrowed behind his mask.

DAVINA TRAVERS: she’s rattled. all she can think of is catriona, and getting away, getting back to her instead of staying trapped in this battle that isn’t her’s to fight. somehow, a voice cuts through the din. she knows that voice. so desperately wishes she didn’t. “well, i’m not quite subscribed to the family newsletter anymore, so i didn’t have time to prepare.” but he’s right, he’s right, he’s right — how many people here would be just as quick to hurt her as they are to sneer blood traitor? there’s a pang in her chest for him. she can’t bring herself to put the name to the voice. she refuses. “if i’d known i was such a hot topic, though, i would have picked a better outfit to see everyone in.” grip adjusts on her wand, tightens. she doesn’t want this.

DIOMEDES AVERY: Good. She knows it's him. He hopes that his oncoming ruthlessness will instill her with a sense of fear, that she will refuse to reciprocate it. Davina is weak, he thinks. "I think you should have reconsidered your outfit regardless," he says, and he's unable not to think back to those days where they'd bantered as friends. Their history lies between them, so much lighter than whatever is between them now: a hatred, a deep-rooted anger, a feeling of betrayal, in all truth. He hates to admit it, but it's rather unsettling that she knows him so well. On the other hand, he knows her well, too. "Where's little Catriona, then? I should hope you brought her, to such a fun evening?"

DAVINA TRAVERS: there’s something poetic about blissfully ignoring red flags for years, and then having all of those flags waved in front of your face in the form of a wand. one where the etching alone is familiar, evocative of school and big manors and laughter. once upon a time she wondered how they were so similar, but now she just thinks that they couldn’t be any more different. “i can think of a furry little thing you should reconsider too, but i suppose i’ll keep my mouth shut.” even still, she finds the desire to protect him lingering in her lungs. it was so fucking sad. “where she is is none of your business.” a shrug, like saying c’est la vie. “remind me, does your daughter know about your extracurricular activities?”

DIOMEDES AVERY: Even here, people seemed awfully occupied with his mustache. Eyes roll behind his mask, Diomedes' tendency to be annoyed not stilled by the chaos around him. "You'll keep your mouth shut? Then why, in Merlin's name, are your lips moving and making sound?" The taunts are childish, almost, but that's what he's used to when it comes to Davina. As adults, they barely talk after all, most of the words spoken between them either child-like remarks or their conversations before she left. "Hmm, she's my family, is she not? That makes it my business." His family loyalty hardly extents to her runt, though. He lets out a laugh, then, but it's cold, hiding the discomfort he feels as Davina addresses Helen. "Oh, come on now Davina, you must know enough about child development to understand that she is much too young to know, let alone understand, such things!"

DAVINA TRAVERS: "y' got me there. i've never been good at the whole quiet thing, anyway. think that runs in the family? i've always thought it was a rowle trait." just when she thought she had taken a step forward in her life, she's sent reeling five steps back. perhaps she shouldn't be surprised that it's him that has that impact on her, as stinging and abrupt as any hex to the gut. "so she's family now?" a click of her tongue. a tilt of her head. "i thought that was forfeited the day i was kicked out. might want to make up your mind, eh?" davina knows she's no longer precariously balanced on the edge of dangerous cliff -- when he laughs, she's falling headfirst into the canyon that had eroded between them over the years. he laughs, and a chill ghosts down her spine. he says her name, and it feels like a curse. the center of his attention was the last place she wanted to be. "sure. but you know as well as i do that even the best attempts at sheltering someone from the truth can fail. does she know about me? do you ever wonder if she did whether she would start questioning everything that daddy dearest told her?"

DIOMEDES AVERY: Her wit is sharp as a knife, as sharp as his, and he falls back into this way of banter easily. "At least there's one thing you didn't disappoint on." The list of reasons she did disappoint is endless, most of them labeled as personal betrayals in Diomedes eyes. No one breaks his heart and gets away with it. He's not built for pain like that, has not been raised to be familiar with things like nostalgia and perhaps even, deep down, regret. Because the truth of it all is, is that he misses Davina. And he can't have that. "Oh, only in the technical sense. Emotionally, she's nothing to me." He pauses. "Or, well - perhaps a little less than that." He hates that she speaks of Helen, hates how it gets to him, the thought of his daughter questioning him. He's doing this for her, after all, for her and all the children of his that might follow. Davina is clever, though, and knows how to point her arrows. Diomedes hates her for it, when he once loved her for it. "Helen will never be like you Davina." That has to be the truth, because anything else is unimaginable. He hates how she's able to get under his skin, and he tightens his grip on his wand. "She will value loyalty, family, unlike you."

DAVINA TRAVERS: "go on." when she looks down the path of the wand pointed at her, she meets the silver, emotionless face staring back at her. davina wonders if he feels the same noxious lump in his lungs that she does with every word that drags against her throat. "paint me all the ways that i ruined the family. how i let all of you down. how i am the disappointment. tell me whatever story you've created to vilify me because it can't be worse than anything i told myself when i was alone during that pregnancy." there's a certain breathlessness to her, now. she thinks she might hate him when he speaks of catriona. the challenge he makes of her loyalty. (hurt and ugly nostalgia root in her chest. it blooms, like an invasive thing that spreads and spreads until there's nothing left of her to claim.) davina's throat bobs when she swallows and spine straightens. fingers shift in their grip on her wand. "you say that, but i think part of you is afraid. it wasn't like my da' ever saw it coming, either. helen might not look like me, she might not sound like me, but there's always a chance she could become me."

DIOMEDES AVERY: The worst thing is this: Diomedes thinks, somewhere, that she is right. He does not like guilt, it's not an emotion he permits himself to feel, but as she speaks about being alone in those months, something eats at him. Still, he's been raised on a warped vision of history and has made that all his own, and even this - something so personal - is something he can twist. He is the one in the right. "Oh, boo-hoo, Davina. Must I remind you that you had options, and still chose to leave? I won't cry for you." Family loyalty is one of the things that is deeply rooted in Diomedes Avery's being, something that starkly opposes all that he does now. It stirs, as he looks at Davina, her emotions so much more easy to read than his are. He is glad for the mask, because he knows his face is revealing more than he wants to. He hates nostalgia, and it seeps through him like poison. He has no retort to the comments on Helen, because Davina is right, she's right, and it scares him, it throws him for a loop, so he just waves his wand in stead, "Diffindo!"

DAVINA TRAVERS: “you keep rattling on about loyalty, but where was that virtue when my parents were more loyal to appearances than their own daughter?” she had always worn her heart on her sleeve. hiding her emotions wasn’t something davina was familiar with, and this was a pitfall her mother had often found. but alisha rowle had also been the one to show her how to sharpen her words when she was angry — taught her to shoot to kill. davina’s been provoking him this entire time, that much she’s certain, and it’s a question of just how hard he’ll retaliate when it’s said and done. “i’m not asking you to pity me. i just think you’re so fecking sad, diomedes.” his name tastes like something decayed dripping off her tongue, and she wishes she could take it back. but she can’t, and she isn’t quick enough to completely sidestep the curse he directs at her — though she manages to avoid a direct hit to the chest, it still skims her dominant arm. coat sleeve and shirt beneath are ripped near her shoulder as the skin beneath tears open into a nasty gash. “expelliarmus!” she can’t be certain it’ll reach her mark. heart beats out a melody dissonant to the symphony of madness around her: run, run, run.

DIOMEDES AVERY: blood tw / "I am not your parents, Davina, if you have an issue with them I suggest you send them an owl." He says her voice like its a curse, something dirty that needs to be spat out. That he has regrets, about how things went back then, he doesn't say: such things he hardly admits to himself, after all. Diomedes is carefully skulpted lies and disillusions, it's how he's able to observe the world the way he does. "Well, I don't need your pity either," he snarls. "I'm quite happy, after all." And that he is, especially on a night like this, when power seems so easy to grab, every curse he sends that hits its target a rush. That is what he wants: pure power. He does not want this nostalgia or longing, this hidden curiosity in regards to how Davina is. When his curse hits her, albeit not too directly, he grins behind his mask. Sadism is easier than empathy, after all. He watches the blood with a satisfaction, considering how ruined hers is, despite the magic flowing through it. It's not a waste. He dodges her spell with a quick protego. "What, are you tired? You're not getting my fucking wand, Davina."

DAVINA TRAVERS: blood tw / "then i guess my issue with you is that you're a coward. would you have really forgiven me if i'd gone with those plans, anyway? she still would have been born a half blood. all the lies in the world couldn't change that." chest rises and falls in heavy breaths. seeds of doubt linger at the fringes of her mind -- would she have been able to say anything she has tonight if he didn't have the mask? would she be able to look him eye to eye and lay herself bare? of all things she abandoned, diomedes is one of the ones she regrets the most. "are you? because, i gotta say, it really looks like you could use some new friends." she can feel the blood dripping down her arm. it's warm, and the fabric of her clothes clings to her skin. there's no way to tell how deep it is, but there's an inexplicable flash of pain against her nerves when she moves her arm again. fight or flight is a powerful instinct, and davina finds that the need to flee outweighs any desire to continue this twisted dance. she takes a slight step back. "not tired. out of practice, maybe." another step. just enough to give her room -- "confringo!" davina doesn't linger long enough to make sure that the blast hits the stone between them, simply hopes that it's enough to knock him back. then she runs straight into the bedlam, abandoning him again.

DIOMEDES AVERY: "I'm the coward? Didn't you take the easy way out? Speculate all you want Davina, but had you stayed, I would have had your back." And now he's ready to drive a knife into it, as if their history does not matter to him at all. Of course, a knife to the back is personal, and proves that he does care. It's clear, from the way he fights her with words rather than magic, that he does, from the way he considers their history out loud, albeit twistedly. He cares, and he hates himself for it. No: he hates Davina for it, and points all blame to her. "I appreciate the concern, but I'm quite satisfied in my interpersonal relations." His voice is dripped in sickening honey, a drawl made out of years of praise and prejudice. He watches Davina step back, and considers it a victory already. Part of him hopes she runs, another part will condemn her for it if she does —— and so when the confringo hits the street between them, Diomedes knocked back, he grins behind the mask. Weak, she's weak, just like she was years ago when she chose the easy way out. He does not follow Davina, if only because he knows he will have his revenge one day. And then, she will see his face.

THREAD 004: Molly Jr and Diomedes

DIOMEDES AVERY: It can't be said that Diomedes doesn't have an artistic touch to what he does. He considers himself a deliverer of poetic justice, or at the very least poetic suffering, and so when he sees Molly Weasley junior (as if one of them wasn't enough), he fights off his current duelling partner with a stunning spell and moves on. How poetic is it, after all, if he fights both Molly's in one evening? He sends a stinging hex her way - if only to get her attention - and then calls (because a duel without a bit of dialogue is bland) to her, "All by yourself, Weasley? Is that wise, these days?"

MOLLY WEASLEY JR: "Oh my god!" Molly yells as she jumps out of the way of the death eater's hex, more out of annoyance than desperation. Her makeup is smeared, and she supposes she looks not at all serious and fierce but rather pathetic in her bright pink, cheetah-spotted outfit. She readies a shield charm (her specialty, thick and sparkling) before shouting back. "Fuck off, you fucking muppet! Tarantallegra!"

DIOMEDES AVERY: "You want to dance?," he asks, dodging the hex. Diomedes, is in all truth, amused by the other's interpretation of a duel, and he almost wishes the other could see the way he's grinning. "This isn't second year duelling club, Weasley." He sends another pair of stinging hexes her way, relatively harmless yet effective enough for now.

MOLLY WEASLEY JR: "It's not? Because I feel like I'm talking to a twelve-year-old right now." The stinging hexes — well, they sting, but Molly knows this Death Eater is capable of much more. He's toying with her, in that fucked-up little way Molly's always heard about in stories of Bellatrix Lestrange, who likes to play with her food before she eats it. Her shield falls, and instead of recasting it she sends three Knockback Jinxes to the Death Eater in quick succession: "Flipendo!"

DIOMEDES AVERY: "You must have met some interesting twelve year olds, then." He'll give her one thing: she's quick-witted, and apparently quick with her wand too. He dodges the first two jinxes, but the third one hits him— he's knocked backwards in the rubble surrounding them, his fall broken by a quick non-verbal spell. She's got ... well, he doesn't want to say skills, but spunk at the very least. He rises, wand pointed at the ground near her feet, "Expulso," and he's moving forward, distance closing between the two. Then, a cutting hex, "Diffindo," for good measure.

MOLLY WEASLEY JR: blood tw / She only just manages to jump out of the line of fire of the Death Eater's expulso; it blows apart the stones where she was just standing, sending sharp stones cascading against her legs, sure to cause bruises. The cutting hex opens a gash on her calf as well. "Fuck you!" That's the least of her concerns, however, because it's quickly dawning on her that she's no match for this masked man as a duelist.

Thinkthinkthink — Molly wracks her brain in an effort to think of a spell that can buy her time to run away. She sees a flash of red hair out of the corner of her eye — and it doesn't even matter that it's probably not her aunt, it just gives her the spark of inspiration she needs. The young witch aims her wand at the space between the Death Eater's masked eyeholes and rattles off Aunt Ginny's most famous spell: the bat-bogey hex.

DIOMEDES AVERY: blood tw / Behind his mask, Diomedes Avery is showing his ugliest self. A twisted smile, watching the other dance around his curses and failing, eyes dark. He failed to kill the other's grandmother: maybe killing her namesake would be good enough for today. Determination takes a hold of him, and he's planning to end this. Sooner, rather than later.

Her hex takes him by surprise, and things go fast, then: bats force their way from his nose, his mask falls to make way, and then wings are slapping him in his face, leathery and quick. Indignant fury takes a hold of him, ice cold, the embarrassment inspiring a rage. He's never been one to shrink, when made a fool of: he's been fed too much pride for that.

He forces his mask back on, hoping she's not seen him ( and if she has, it hardly matters: she won't live to tell the tale ). "Sectumpsempra!" His voice is all ill-contained fury, as he slash, slash, slashes, not once or twice, but thrice. He watches the gashes open in Molly's skin with sickening satisfaction. A moment he waits, saying, "Say hi to your uncle, will you?", before retreating as she falls.

#* diomedes. ( eden. )#* diomedes. ( cassius. )#* diomedes. ( molly. )#* diomedes. ( molly ii. )#* diomedes. ( olive. )#* diomedes. ( replies. )#* plotdrop. ( the battle. )#uhhhhh yikes

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steebharringt0n · 5 years ago

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sanctuary - part 2.

summary: Subject 001. That’s what you’ve been called your whole life. You’ve known nothing but pain, violence, and isolation. You were their greatest secret weapon, but when your final mission is to ensure the end of the universe, you escape to Hawkins, Indiana to team up with Eleven and to put an end to all this chaos, once and for all - you just never expected to fall in love with the resident bad boy along the way.

rating: m

pairing: billy hargrove x reader

warning: graphic violence, slurs, abuse, curse words.

A/N: HOW ABOUT THEM SEASON 3 SPOILERS. Yeah not happy with the direction they chose his character to go down. Crossing my fingers that he doesn’t die (it’s not looking too good though). slurs, cursing, & abuse in this chapter! if this isn’t your thing pls be forewarned! feedback and likes are super appreciated.

001. prologue

--- 002. firestarter

A familiar blue camaro came roaring into the quiet cul-de-sac. The driver had a smirk on his face, pleased with how his night had gone. The blonde girl next to him had a similar smirk, her hair, wildly out of place, her lipstick smudged all over. The driver pulled over on the side, leaning over and placing his arm around the passenger seat.

“I had a good time Billy” she cooed, letting her finger trace up and down his chest.

“Likewise doll, see you on Monday?” he asked. She nodded solemnly, leaning over and placing a kiss on his lips. She winked at him and opened the passenger door, slowly stepping out, letting her ass dangle in front of Billy’s face who then gave it a hard smack. She yelped loudly, giggling as she walked up her to her front door.

Billy waited till she got into her house and reignited the loud roar of the camaro as he headed back home. Samantha was his new taste of the week, but he knew by next weekend he would have some other Hawkins High girl in his passenger seat. It was the only way he knew that would help him survive the hellhole that was Hawkins, Indiana. Sure he had a reputation, and it wasn’t a good one, but he didn’t care. He didn’t need friends, he didn’t need anyone. He just had to get through these last couple of months and it would be back to California.

He turned the volume knob on his camaro, blasting Led Zepplin at high volume. The road back home was long, dark and winding but he didn’t mind the drive, it was a way for him to spend some time with himself before heading back home - not like he wanted to be home anyways.

Billy glanced at himself on the rear-view mirror, admiring his looks. He grinned at himself, taking one of his large curls and pulling it with his fingers, letting it bounce. He might be an asshole but damn he was good looking and he knew it.

He looked back up at the road and his eyes instantly widened. A dark figure shone in the headlights, standing completely still.

“Oh shit!” he exclaimed.

His foot pressed on the brake pedal as fast as he could. The loud screech of the camaro could be heard from miles away. His heart felt as if he was going to leap out of his chest. His adrenaline quickly turned into anger as he realized that it was a person standing in the middle of the road. He put the car in park and opened the door.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” he screamed at the figure, who was wearing a hoodie and a pair of jeans. “I could have almost fucking killed you you fucking moron!”

You stared at the man in front of you. Not particularly caring that he was screaming at you. He shouldn’t have been speeding down this road anyways. You watched his movements as he walked over to you, taking large steps. You were fully ready to snap him in half.

“Are you deaf or something?!” he continued to scream at your face. He was inches away at this point, his chest huffing. You looked up at him, battered face and all and he took a step back.

“What the fuck is up with your face?” he questioned harshly.

You shoved the file that you took from the warehouse into his hands. He stared at it, completely confused.

“Eleven. I need to find Eleven”

He opened the file, a slight frown on his face as he looked through the pictures. He recognized those faces, he knew those faces. “What are you some sort of fucking stalker? Have you been watching Max?!” he demanded. You snatched back the file from his hands, shoving it back under your arm.

You were growing tired of his constant badgering. “Lead me to Eleven now or I will kill you”

He snorted at your warning, what could a girl like you do to him? “Kill me? Doll you have no idea who you’re messing with I - “

Before he could speak you quickly emitted a fireball from your hand and chucked it at the nearest tree. It exploded loudly, the tree falling over near Billy. He jumped away from the explosion, running behind his car. You stood perfectly still, watching him as he cowered away.

“What the fuck?! What are you?!”

You rolled your eyes, “I warned you didn’t I?”

Billy carefully started to weigh his options. Either he could die, or he could take you to Hopper.

He preferred the latter rather than the former.

He raised his hands up, surrendering to your wish. “Okay, okay, listen, I can take you to Hopper okay? Just don’t fucking kill me”

You raised an eyebrow, “Hopper?”

“Yes, he uh, takes care of your little friend, Eleven”

Billy had remembered the shitstorm that involved Max and her little friends a couple months ago. And he knew that Hopper had taken her in, due to all the times he had seen Hopper pull up and drop Eleven off at your house. (Neil almost pummeled him to death - thinking that Billy had a run in with the cops). He knew that Hopper would help with this and this would all be out of his hands.

Or so he thought.

You quickly walked over to his passenger side of the car. You swung the door open and sat down, waiting for him to take you to whomever this Hopper person was. Billy gulped loudly, he very well knew that if you said the wrong thing his life would be over in an instant. He quietly made his way back around the driver side and got in, pulling the car out of park and back into drive.

You took in the surroundings of the camaro. It was very well kept, and very clean. You noticed the radio that was in the center and you reached towards it, messing with the knobs.

“Is this a radio?” you asked.

Billy glanced at you nervously, not caring that you were messing with his car. “Y-yes”

“Do you have Wham?”

Billy frowned, “What? Like that faggot music”

You cocked your head to the side, “Faggot? What is that?”

He snorted, were you really that ignorant? “It’s prissy music, you know … ?” he trailed off, hoping you’d get the hint. But you just shook your head, shrugging, “Is that a bad thing?”

He sighed heavily, already getting tired of conversing with you. “Listen uh … “ he snapped his fingers, trying to recall your name, but he suddenly remembered that you never gave him a name. “What is your name anyways?”

You lifted up your wrist, a small tattoo with the numbers 001 was etched. He squinted at the small tattoo, “One? Your name is one?”

You nodded, “Yes, that or bitch, or stupid girl, or whatever other curse words they would call me in Russian.”

Billy was getting weirded out by the minute. He had no idea what in the hell you were, or how the hell you managed to make your way all the way to Hawkins. But he was suddenly intrigued.

“Is that uh, how you got your bruises?”

“They would send me to the sensory deprivation tank as punishment. I would have to face the monster” you simply explained. “He’s too tough for me to face alone, this is why I need Eleven, she can help me”

“Help you?”

“The world is going to end soon. I’m going to stop it but I need help.”

This was too much for Billy at this point. He came to a stop light and looked over at you. You had a look of determination written all over your face, you were ready and willing to save humanity, despite the horrors you had committed, this was the least you could do. You looked up at him and studied his face. A strange sensation went to your stomach, you had never felt it before, but it made you nervous.

“Stop it” you ordered him. Billy looked around nervously, “Stop what?”

“You’re giving me this feeling in my stomach. It’s making me nervous”

A slight smile appeared on his face as he pressed on the gas again. He almost wanted to laugh. “I think you have butterflies in your stomach,” he explained.

You frowned, “That doesn’t make any sense. How could an insect make my heart beat fast, and make my stomach feel weird?”

There was no way she can be that dense, he thought to himself.

“It’s uh, it’s an expression. Means that you like someone, like you think they’re cute”

You snorted, “I don’t even know you, how could I possibly like you?”

He shrugged, “Well you think I’m cute, obviously” a smirk appeared on his face. You blinked blankly, “Well, yeah, you are cute, I suppose. If my body is having this reaction to you”

Billy almost wanted to laugh. He turned the corner and pulled up to Hopper’s house. He frowned when he realized that all of the lights were off and there was no car in the driveway. Then he suddenly remembered, Max and all of her little buddies went camping for the weekend which meant that you were stuck watching firestarter over here. Billy groaned loudly, placing his head on the steering wheel. You stared at him in confusion, “Are you okay? Is this his house?”

Billy nodded, his head still placed on the steering wheel. “They’re not home - they’ve gone away”

“Gone away?! I need to find her!” you exclaimed hurriedly, getting out of the car and running towards the house. Billy pulled his head up, growing tired of already dealing with your shenanigans, “Hey! You can’t just go in there! You could get in trouble! Come back in the car!”

You ignored him as you made your way up to their porch. It was dark, but you didn’t care. You peered into the window but saw nothing but more darkness. The feeling of dread replaced the butterflies in your stomach. You were desperate, you were panicking.

Billy turned off the engine and put his car in park. He carefully watched your movements, trying to determine whether or not he should approach you. “They’re not here, they won’t be here for another 2 days” he explained plainly, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. You ignored him as you continued to stare at the dark house. 2 days? That was way too much time for you. You glanced over at him, watching him as he fumbled with his zippo lighter.

You walked over to him until you were a couple of inches away. Billy stared at you as you snapped your fingers and a small flame was emitted from your hand. You held up the flame to his cigarette. He stared at you in awe, taking a small puff from the stick. He was able to look at your features a lot better through the dim flame. Although you had bruises covering your face, you were kinda cute in a weird, innocent way. You held the small flame in between the two of you, allowing light break the darkness of the neighborhood.

You glanced up at his face as he exhaled the smoke from the cigarette. You noticed something pink on the corner of his lips. Instinctively, you reached up and gently brushed the pink tint away with your other thumb.

“You have something …” you murmured.

Billy stood frozen as he felt the soft pad of your thumb wipe away the pink lipstick Samantha had left during their wild make-out session. The gentleness of your touch sent a slight shiver down his spine.

A sudden loud roar from your stomach broke the reverie between the two of you. The flame from your fingers suddenly disappeared as you looked down. The last time you had eaten was the night before, and you were starting to feel the effects of having an empty stomach.

“It’s my stomach. It’s telling me I’m hungry” you remarked - as if Billy didn’t know what that sound meant. He chuckled at your comment, “Let go to the diner, I can get you some food … until we figure out what to do with you”

He flicked the ash from his cigarette and made his way back into the driver's seat. He hated that he had to come to this conclusion, but he was grasping at straws at this point. There was no way that Neil or Susan would allow this freak of a girl in their house - let alone stay the night. There was no way to explain this situation. Hopper and company were all gone for the weekend.

He sighed heavily. He only had one option left.

He reached in the middle console of his car, rummaging for a piece of paper that had a certain set of digits on it. He pulled out the small piece of paper and held it between his fingers. Karen Wheeler - 555-232-2847.

“If you ever need anything - anything - don’t hesitate to call me” Karen Wheeler once told him, giving him a wink as she handed him that piece of paper. He rolled his eye at the memory - oh Karen Wheeler, so desperately trying to get in his pants.

But Karen Wheeler wasn’t the person he was trying to reach.The only other person Billy knew that would be able to help him is Nancy - she would have an understanding about this. She was his last resort.

You trudged back into the car, huffing loudly as you plopped down into the passenger seat. So far, things were not going to plan, and it annoyed you.

Billy started up his car again, he glanced over at you. Your arms were crossed and your lips were slightly pouting, a small smile appeared on his face. He was more than ready to get this girl of his hair.

You pulled up your feet onto his leather seat, pressing your knees to your chest, curling yourself up. Billy almost jumped out of his skin, “Watch the damn leather! Do you know how much that cost me?!” he yelled at you, turning the car on.

You slowly turned your head over to look at him, a cold, stoic expression written on your face. You sneered and turned to face the dark road. “It’s just a stupid car” you mumbled, keeping your feet on the leather and ignoring his request.

Billy angrily reached over, aiming to grab your leg and yank it off the leather. But before he could even reach your leg, you quickly grabbed his wrist, squeezing it tightly to the point where his face twisted in pain.

“Don’t fucking touch me” you growled. “I can break you in half”

The words came out like ice. Billy was suddenly terrified, not only could you start fires, but you were incredibly strong. “Okay, okay! Fine! Fuck! Let me fucking go!”

He tried to pull away from you but you kept a tight grip on his wrist. You gave him one hard stare and threw his hand back. Billy quickly shook his wrist, trying to get the blood flowing back into his hand. He inspected his wrist quickly, trying to keep his eyes on the road.

“Shit! Fuck! You could have broken my wrist!”

“That was the intent. No one puts their hands on me - no one”

You were 8 years old. The room was cold, concrete walls surrounded you. You curled up your legs on the metal seat.

You knew they were on the other side, watching you, waiting for you to make a move. In front of you was a steel table, and on it, a sunflower, bright and yellow. You reached out to touch it, it was the first time you had seen anything so colorful and beautiful.

The wires on your head made your scalp itchy. You glanced up at the two-way mirror, not knowing what to do.

“Devushka … you can do it” the loud voice with a thick Russian accent spoke from the intercom spoke.

You knew what he meant. You just hated to destroy something so beautiful.

“I - I can’t …”

Another loud booming voice came through the intercom.

“It’s papa sweetie … I know you can do it, just like you had done the day before”

You stared intensely at the sunflower, your nostrils flaring as you were taking deep breaths, concentrating.

But nothing happened.

Tears started to leak from your eyes. You furiously wiped them away, getting angry with yourself.

“Papa, I - I can’t do it” your tiny voice croaked. The other side stayed silent, fear suddenly entered your veins. You knew what would happen if you didn’t obey orders. The door behind you suddenly swung open, one of the guards suddenly charged at you, screaming obscenities in your face. You pulled up your legs to your chest, as close as you could. Covering your ears with your hands, tears were now streaming down your face.

The guard gripped your wrist, yanking you off the chair like a rag doll. You sobbed loudly, wailing as he you threw you on the ground.

“You’re stupid, useless!” he screamed at you. “What good are you to us if you can’t even use your powers!”

You slowly pulled yourself off from the ground, your wrist burning from the pain. You choked out a sob as you looked over at the guard, a smirk of satisfaction on his face.

“Don’t you touch me” you warned him in a low voice. The guard laughed at your face, mocking you. “You’re fucking useless - throw her in the sensory deprivation tank”

You refused to go back there, absolutely refused. You’ve been there once and you almost died since encountering that … monster. You stared intensely at the guard, your anger fueling every fiber of your being. You’ve never felt such intense, hot rage course through your veins. Your palms were getting hot, your head was growing heavy. You let out an intense scream from your mouth and all of a sudden the guard spontaneously burst into flames.

Your eyes widen in horror as his screams pierced your ears. You backed yourself up in a corner as he flailed around, the smell of charred flesh hitting your nose, making you nauseous. You shut your eyes, throwing your hands over your ear to cover the howls of pain that were coming from his mouth.

And suddenly, there was silence.

You heard the door open from behind you, feeling a presence loom over you. You glanced up, your cheeks red and your eyes swollen from your tears. Dr. Brenner stood there with a large grin on his face. He crouched down, wiping away tears from your cheeks. Leaning over, he placed a kiss on your head.

“Good girl”

“Hey, hey!”

You suddenly broke out of your reverie and looked over at the blond boy. You took in your surroundings, a large neon sign with the word Diner in cursive illuminated the darkness inside the car.

“You okay? You seemed out of it”

You nodded slowly, pulling your knees away from your chest and sitting upright. “Just thinking” you muttered.

Billy sighed heavily as he turned the engine off. “Well, let's get you something to eat … “ He looked over at you again. A feeling of guilt entered him, he knew what it was like to be grabbed it - he shouldn’t have done it. He refuses to be like Neil.

“I - I uh, I’m sorry … I shouldn’t have tried to grab you” he spoke quietly.

You turned to look at the blond, a look of guilt written all over his face as he started to fumble with the carton of cigarettes again. He anxiously looked out the window, waiting for you to say something.

“I never got your name” you observed. You snapped your fingers again and emitted a flame. He leaned over to your fingers and placed the cigarette close enough where it lit. He inhaled.

“It’s Billy. Billy Hargrove”

He exhaled a puff of smoke. You smiled at him.

“Nice to meet you Billy Hargrove.”

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Even if it says “Pathologic” I’ll mostly be talking about Pathologic 2 and specify if it’s not the case. It’s just where most of my experience lies since I’m not done with Pathologic Classic HD yet. ^^

Also I’m putting this one under a cut because… man. That got long! Like way too long, I thought I could do this one very quick and now two hours have passed and I’m still writing it! Dear god, these are a lot of questions!

Favorite character: ... It’s Dankovsky. We all know it. I mean I went into the game being like “I’m pretty sure the tragic asshole character is gonna be my favorite...” Credit where credit is due, I persevered until the day 11 conversation. But we all would have known that Marble Nest would have gotten me anyways so.. Yeah. I especially love his dynamic relationship with Artemy in Patho 2 and he is just a fun and complex character, that I really love to think about and who has made some terrible decisions while still staying sympathetic for me. Also the mix of science and dreams is just something that I find interesting and also can kind of relate too. Love that stuff!

Least Favorite character: In Patho 2 it’s Oyun. The way he talks about the Kin makes me really uncomfortable. The animalistic portrayal is for me one of the biggest flaws in the game and he is the worst offender. And yeah since he is one of the Kin, I’m probably not the one who should judge... But I don’t know... from what I’ve heard that seems to be considered a problem by the fanbase in general... Outside of that I also think he’s just structurally very badly included in the game? He appears very late and is hostile in a way that doesn’t really make you engage with him. And I was way to stressed and didn’t get enough opportunities to actually talk with him to really make a connection (though one reason was, that I didn’t give him my house in the first run. Didn’t want to, so I had the pleasure to walk to Shekhen every time to meet him.) Even without the very questionable undertones his constant ranting about strength and leadership didn’t really appeal to me in a game, where leadership just far has only proven to fail everyone in a time of crisis. The way he is revealed as the murderer is kind of weak, since you either figured it out long ago or the game just randomly tells you... He just is very unappealing to me. Vlad the Elder also fucking sucks. But at least he as well as the game are so open about it, that it’s easier to ignore while the game seemed to make me want to like Oyun, while I really couldn’t so this one makes me a little more salty.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): 1. Artemy/Daniil: What a shocker! Narrative foils who have an actual rivals to friends ark in the game and a shitton of sexual tension within it! What’s not to love? 2. Lara/Rubin: I just think they deserve each other. Both of them are very hard working and prone to giving up themselves for the greater good but they are also harsh to others. I think they would apreciate each other but also reign the other person in and care about them. 3. Daniil/Rubin: I just want Rubin to be happy, okay? This one is more a Patho 1 thing, but they really appreciate each others work and I really like how they interact in the Bachelor route. They care about each other and they share a lot of struggles and actually a more similar view on the town and the world than Daniil does with Artemy. Also again we have two very hard working people here, who would have a lot of bonding over weird science projects. (Even if these one are worse at reigning each other in and fights would be pretty horrible to the point of needing a mediator because non of these two are talking to each other and maybe only stoop down to writing very passive aggressive letters...) 4. Notkin/Khan: Also more of a Patho2 thing, since they act way more brutal in P1 and also do not really reconcile. But in P2 they seem to care and immediately bury the hatchet when shit hits the fan. The whole house of the death quests shows them more as bickering friends. And I have a soft spot for bickering friends romances, okay? Also this one is obviously only two teenage boys having a crush, no shitheads allowed here! 5. Yulia/Eva: I cannot really chose between my favorite w/w pairing, there are so many good ones! Right now it’s Yulieva again. They are tragic, they are soft, they are so atmospheric and fun to write! Also I just love Eva and think she should get as many girlfriends as she wants.

Character I find most attractive: Uhhh... I don’t know I find their models beautiful but there are not a lot of them I find specifically attractive. I guess it’s between Daniil, Artemy, Lara and Yulia for me. Daniil get’s the most ridiculous style points ever but... too old for me specifically. I think Artemy is really attractive but I think his outfit is also really unflattering ... Lara is so much my type and so is Yulia! (Though why didn’t you keep the short hair, queen, it would have made this choice so easy!) I think I’ll have to go with Lara, because I first saw her and just went “I love you” immediately?

Character I would marry: If I assume that the other person would be as happy with our arrangement no matter who I chose: Victor. He is the perfect husband by definition and I want to learn more about time magic. Though this marriage would remain very much platonic and also very much sexless... he is way older than I am and that is disregarding that time is weird for the Kains. Also we have to consider Nina’s continuing existence... okay I don’t mind that one at all.

Character I would be best friends with: My first instinct is to say “man all of these people would despise me”, which is such a Pathologic mood. I think I would be best friends with Eva. I think we would get along well and we’d have much to talk about. Also, her house is cool and we could go stargazing!

A random thought: I love Dora! She is the worst and most iconic child caretaker of all time and I want to talk about her! The whole baby thing and the way it’s delivered to Artemy is already great but then she just silently takes the baby and gives the reward when you’re there the second time? The time she takes Grace away is genuinely such a good dialogue and a tough decision so that’s great but then, she manages to actually get Grace adopted by a dead person, if Peter is dead! And then she may think it’s Andrey WHO IS DEAD TOO! Seriously, who hired her! I know the entire town is falling apart but man! Dora sure as hell doesn’t help the case. But she tries her best! I think. I hope.

An unpopular opinion: Oh I have a lot of unpopular opinions, but I think most of them should get their own post, where I can explain in details and a bit more serious what I’m actually talking about. But here’s a small one: Okay ummm… please my fellow burakhovsky shippers, please don’t get mad but… uuuumm…

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I like the first Bachelor conversation in Patho2 better than the one in Patho1. … Okay, look. I love the “left hand right hand” line as much as everyone else. Wouldn’t have missed it and loved it in Pathologic Classic! And I also think it’s a shame that Daniil’s homosexuality got dialed down. Totally agree with that. But! I really love them starting out on the wrong foot. Their whole dynamic of having to establish their relationship makes their journey and the scenes where they actually reconcile again so much more powerful to me and I love how dynamic it is. And having the two of them completely clash underlines for me how much they have to try and develop to be more comfortable and confine in each other. It’s a great starting point! Also the scene is hilarious in it’s own right. The whole buildup to it where Artemy is in such a desperate position to find out his own kind-of-brother wants to murder him… starting this whole thing with “you owe me” and the whole “Vorakh” thing. It’s really great how in retrospect it’s just a really fucking bad start and a trainwreck of the Bachelor trying to sound competent but from Artemy’s perspective it’s just utterly horrible because the whole town wants to kill him, his father is dead and this stranger is talking some bullshit! Yeah, nobody would have any patience and so the situation escalates immediately! It’s great storytelling and absurd and… I really do love this scene and it’s dynamic and I think it's a great first interaction! (Even if it is sad if people think that they now get the Bachelor. Which… dynamic storyarc… complex character. But I think most people will get that eventually, if they just engage with the whole storyline.) It also makes it a bit more genuine when they actually do act friendly, because you can see, how they act, if they’re not trying. In P1 the Bachelor’s dialogue can feel manipulative rather than friendly and while that has it’s own positives, I just prefer the more dynamic approach of their relationship. To be honest, I think both conversations fit in their own games nicely. I just prefer the overall approach to their relationship arc and I also think it’s just less clumsily written and a bit more memorable apart from the very first line. And while I love it in Patho 1 I couldn’t really see it and it’s sudden intensity in the writing-style of the second game, so I also do not really miss it specifically in their interaction. It’s great were it is but it wouldn’t enhance the situation here.

My canon OTP: Victor and Nina. This man just loves his powerful evil and passionate wife and I respect that. I think the way they are described and how Victor would fit in makes this combination so interesting to me. He is quiet and capable and you can really imagine the whirlwind Nina still appreciating him and... it’s so cute, okay? They are in love!

Non-canon OTP: (Oh my god, there are so many pairings where my brain goes “what do you mean, they aren’t canon???) I think Lara/Eva is a really cute pairing that sure as hell isn’t alluded to in the Canon at all. Lara deserves Eva’s positivity and her view on the potential of the soul could be really cute. And Eva deserve her practical care and consideration. Also they are both talking about how they do not know what to do with their live and since they both arrive at this rather depressing conclusion very differently, they might be able to help each other! Also they could play matchmaking with the local doctors together and I find that hilarious.

Most badass character: Aglaya. There isn’t really a competition. (Okay Clara is also really badass and one has to mention Aspity for just dying when she feels like she should make a point and for being alive whenever she has something really important to say... that’s also pretty badass and she also is in general.) Aglaya is so powerful and intimidating and armed with metaknowledge. She even knows about her plot armor (and how long that will last...) Do not cross this lady, you will definitely regret it! (Okay the true answer is obviously Teensy. But shhhh…)

Pairing I am not a fan of: I’m not really a fan of Aglaya/Artemy especially in Patho2. I just cannot get over her immediately opening the gallows and then breaking Grief down. Artemy in Patho2 doesn’t really feel like a person who would appreciate either and he gets like really upset about Grief without it getting really resolved. (And Aglaya is very unapologetic about it, which might be a part of the truth since we don’t know what happened but still doesn’t help the case.) Also they talk very businesslike and like Aglaya is just making plans which Artemy in mind which doesn’t feel like a good baseline even if she appreciates his insight. It’s still only one person making the decision in the end... But I also totally get the appeal and they are both stubborn, have an interesting way of seeing connections and their worldviews are very interesting together especially, if we think about P1, so I also get shipping them! I’m just not the biggest fan myself.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Uhhh... Hm... There is not really a character I find completely broken and I’ve complained about Oyun enough... So I have to go with Aglaya and only for the reason that I find the ending where they leave town pretty forced. (I’m sorry, I don’t hate her! All of the characters are so amazing, she only has some writing choices specifically that I didn’t like! But I still think she’s cool!) I actually kind of like that it exists and I think the way it plays out is very heart-wrenching and honestly amazingly made but the whole way to get to the decision feels a bit awkward to me just because both of their duties get weirdly lampshaded without making the meta entirely obvious. Either just shattering the fourth wall here or making the situation way more desperate for both of them would have done the trick, I guess. I in general would have loves, if her meta would have been used a bit more explicitly. It felt a bit gimmicky to make her cool at times and while Artemy might not be the route for that... there ideology talk in Patho1 sure as hell managed that. Their dialogue is still good but I had very high hopes while I approached it. I do know that there is more behind the meta and I wish we could have seen a bit more of that then her offhandedly mentioning it. She never really engaged with her struggle and never allowed Artemy to really engage with it, what also made the whole town fleeing scene a bit jarring, especially if you didn’t play the first game.

Favourite friendship: I mean the whole apple basket gang friendship, obviously! Is there really another friendship that competes in the game? I love their dynamic and I also love how torn apart the friendship is and how they are only beginning to reconcile even at the end of the game. Not all is good yet but they stay hopeful and I think that is a very strong message.

#crimsondaisy #ask

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