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The Sorcerer’s Dark Magic

Bruised, battered, and bloody.

This was the sorry state of, Cinder Fall.

A member of, Salem’s inner circle had been identified whilst she was in, Vale. Beacon sent several of its highly trained, Hunter’s, and Atlas had also sent in members of its elite team of, Specialists to bring her in.

They had found her, and her cronies in the midst of a pack of, White Fang members lead by the murderous zealot, Adam Taurus.

The fight had been long, and bloody, costing the lives of several Hunters, Specialist, and many members of, Cinder’s entourage, along with scores of members of the, White Fang. Even the murderous zealot, Adam Taurus’s life was taken in the fight.

But, they won, and they had taken, Cinder Fall in alive. And, now it was time for her interrogation to begin.

An event that would scar many who whiteness the horrors about to be unleashed.

~~~

The door opened to reveal a trio standing before a one way mirror, they all turned, and nodded their greetings at the duo as they entered the room. Within the room there was the headmaster of, Beacon Academy, Ozpin. The deputy headmistress, Glynda Goodwitch. And, lastly there was a seasoned huntsman, and a drunkard named, Qrow Branwen.

Entering the room was, Headmaster of Atlas Academy, and General of the Atlas Military, James Ironwood, followed closely by his aide, Specialist, Winter Schnee. They joined the trio at the mirror to stare at the bloody, and bruised body of, Cinder Fall.

Ironwood: So, what’s the plan?

Ozpin; Hello to you too, James. Right now the plan is to wait.

Ironwood: Wait, wait for what?

Qrow: The Sorcerer is finishing up his treatment of the wounded.

Ironwood: The Sorcerer? You have a magic user; why didn’t you notify me that you found a maiden?

Ozpin shook his head as he watched, Cinder pull at her aura suppressing restrains that binded her hands in a vain attempt to escape.

Ozpin: I would have if we did, but no. The Sorcerer is just a nickname he picked up.

Ironwood: He? So it’s a male. Hmmm… Who is this, Sorcerer you’re talking about?

Glynda: His name is, Jaune Arc; He is an experienced, Hunter who is a teacher here at, Beacon Academy, and he doubles as an assistant school nurse when the need arises.

Glynda’s brief rundown gave, Ironwood a simple understanding of who he was, and considering how normal he sounded, he understood why, Ozpin never brought him up before. But, why would he need someone so plain to interrogate her?

Winter: Arc…? Does he have blond hair, and blue eyes?

Glynda: Yes.

Winter: I believe I met him. He seems like a kind, and caring individual who cares deeply for the wellbeing of his students. Why are you having him interrogate the prisoner?

Ozpin: We need her to talk; We need to know what, Salem’s plans are, and who is working with her. If we try doing so ourselves we will get nowhere. But, if we let, Mr. Arc do it himself, we will get all the answers, and more that we are looking for.

Ironwood: Are you sure about this, Ozpin?

Ozpin: Honestly, James if I was being ‘interrogated’ by, Mr. Arc. I’m not sure what secrets I wouldn’t spill to get him to stop.

Ozpin shuddered as he remember the last time he sat on, Jaune interrogating someone. It was effective, but disturbing.

Qrow: Wait, you made that sound like he wasn’t going to talk with her, but more like he’s going to ‘talk’ with her.

Ozpin: …

Ozpin: It must be done…

Qrow: Seriously?! You’re gonna make, Tai 2.0 go in there, and torture her?

Ironwood: What?!

James looked to, Ozpin as he held his head in defeat. He had no other options left. And, considering what, Cinder, and her associates were planning, and how they barely caught it, and just managed to stop it. They needed her to talk to prevent anything else from coming.

Ironwood: You can’t possibly have forced him to do this?!

Glynda: Jaune agreed to do it! He lost several of his friends in the raid to get her, this is his own way of avenging them. And, you know how effect his methods are, we both have seen what he can, and will do to someone.

Qrow looked away before taking another drink from his flask. He knew what, Jaune could do, he knew exactly what he could do. That didn’t mean he liked what he saw.

Qrow: Fuck…

Qrow took a swig from his flask as he turned back to look at the girl in cuffs. Ironwood gave the drunk one fleeting glance before turning to face his friend.

Ironwood: How will this, Arc fellow make her talk?

Ozpin: He will no doubt try, and talk to her at first. But, when that inevitably fails, he will use his semblance instead.

Ironwood: And, what is his semblance?

Ozpin: It’s… Oh, he’s here.

~~~

The door opened, and closed with a heavy click of steel. A blond haired man entered the room. Cinder eyes him warningly as he walked over to the table, and took the seat across from her. He put down a notebook, and a pen, before brushing some unseen dust from the desk before he turned to face her.

: Hello, Ms. Cinder Fall. My name is, Jaune Arc. May I call you, Cinder?

Cinder said nothing, and just stared him down. They stared each other down for a while before, Jaune shrugged his shoulders, and opened his notebook to start taking notes.

Jaune: Not much of a talker, eh? No matter, we’ll get you talking soon enough.

Jaune: Now then, Ms. Fall, let’s summarize the past days events: A team of, Beacon students stumbled upon your little operation going on in, Mount Glenn. A team of veteran, Hunters from, Vale, as well as a team of, Atlasian Specialists came in to prevent you from colliding a train into the old train house in downtown, Vale thus releasing a horde of, Grimm into the city. Did I make a mistake in any of that, Ms. Fall?

Cinder: …

Jaune: Still not talking, eh? No matter, I’ll get you talking sooner, or later. So, pray tell what were you planning to do?

Cinder glared daggers at the man who radiated golden retriever energy, but said nothing.

Jaune: Twas a rhetorical question, since you won’t answer me after all. So, let us speculate then shall we?

Jaune: Hmm… you wanted to launch a horde of, Grimm into the city… but, why?

Jaune: Since the White Fang were involved was it to act as a protest against the mistreatment of faunas?

Cinder: …

Jaune: I expect that was the, White Fang’s plan, at least what they thought the plan was. So logically they would do this to kill people, both human, and faunas as a means of retribution for past, and future wrongs.

Cinder continued to glare at him, but within those burning eyes, Jaune could see her asking him a simple question.

Jaune: What the hell am I talking about? That’s what you’re thinking, I can see it in your eyes. But, well, extremists all ways take the simplest things, that often have the simplest solutions to the extreme. Hence the name: extremists. But, what’s your angle in all of this?

Jaune leaned closer, and stared, Cinder down. Their eyes locked on one another in a staring contest that made, Cinder’s blood burn. And, yet this feeling in her blood wasn’t from rage.

Jaune: We asked your associates what you game in all of this was… And, what were their names again…?

Jaune flipped through his notebook, before pulling out two photos, attached to slips of paper.

Jaune: Ahh yes… Mercury Black, and… Emerald Sustrai, that’s their names. The didn’t snitch on you, they never would. But, as they say… ‘Dead man tells no tale~!’

Jaune could see her eyes flash wider for the briefest of moments. She seemed to not care about her associates, at least, she seemingly didn’t care that much.

Jaune: But, your pal, Roman Torchwik. He sung like a song bird, and told me all of your dastardly deeds, after receiving some proper… motivation~!

~~~

Ironwood watched carefully as he listened to, Mr. Arc as he interrogate the prisoner.

Ironwood: Did you also ‘interrogate’ this, Torchwik fellow?

Ozpin: There was no need to, we offered him a plea deal for all the information he had on her, and he was rather forthcoming coming. Although his information as to what, Ms. Fall’s plans are, were rather limited.

Ironwood: I see, hopefully this, Arc fellow can make use of it. Now, I don’t mean to sound… disturbed. But, when is this supposed… ‘interrogation’ meant to begin.

Glynda: It already begun. As soon as, Jaune entered the room the ‘interrogation’ started.

Winter: How can you be sure of that? All they’ve done is talk, nothing that hints towards torture has started.

Glynda: She’s sweating…

Everyone looked over to see a bead if sweat drip down, Cinder’s forehead as cold air escaped her lips.

Ironwood: What? That rooms kept cold to stop her from using her fire semblance, why is she sweating?

Ozpin: Good question…

~~~

Jaune: Now… Roman told us all about your evil plans. Well… that of which he was privy to that is…

Jaune put on a show, Cinder could tell he was trying to put her off guard, and it wasn’t working. The sweat falling down her head was getting on her nerves though, the room was freezing cold, and yet she was sweating. She could help, but wonder why.

Jaune: You hired him to steal large quantities of, Dust. Though he says you threatened him. Now, I am curious as to why you needed that much, Dust? You weren’t selling it, and you did make several bombs on that train, but the quantity of, Dust that was used in those bombs is no where near the amount that was stolen. Are you trying to artificially inflate the price of, Dust?

Cinder glared daggers at the man, hoping to burn a hole through this golden retriever of a human being. But, still refused to answer.

Jaune: That would mean you’re working for, Jacques Schnee! I knew you were a heartless bitch, but I couldn’t believe you were that heartless to work with that Grimm spawn bastard son of a bitch!

Cinder: I don’t work for that, Dust whore… Ahh?!

Jaune relished the sound of her little outburst as a vicious grin crept from the corner of his mouth as he stared down the prisoner as she pulled back from him.

Jaune: You spoke~! Ah-hahahaaa~!

~~~

Winter: Calling my sperm donour a, ‘Dust whore;’ I best remember that.

Qrow: Oh, you’re not upset that people are making fun of daddy?

Winter: The majority of the people of, Atlas, and Mantle despise my father, I among the top three individuals that despise the man. I’ve been using photos of the mans face for target practice for the new recruits.

Ozpin: Really now? And, how is that going, Specialist Schnee?

Winter: Better than I expected; Atlas’s military personnel’s average accuracy when handling firearms has gone up by 27%, and is still climbing.

Ironwood: Oh really? I was wondering how that increased happened. Well done, Specialist Schnee. Start implementing that in, Atlas Academy, I’m curious to see how the students will improve if we implement such a… policy.

Winter: I will see it done, Sir.

Ozpin: Should we implement such a policy here as well, Glynda?

Glynda: We shall discuss that later, Ozpin. The Sorcerer is at work.

~~~

Jaune: So tell me… what was your plan…?

Jaune’s smile sent shivers down, Cinder’s; it was a calculated smile, its intent was to unnerve, and put one’s foe on the backfoot.

Cinder: …

Jaune: …

Cinder: …

Jaune: Hmm?

Jaune: Still no talky?

Cinder: …

Jaune: Okay then… So you don’t work for that dust whore. You obviously don’t work with the, White Fang, you’re obviously not a faunas. Unless…?

Jaune was giving her the once over, as if to find some hidden faunas trait that was hidden behind her clothes.

Cinder: I am not a faunas…

Jaune: No…?

(Tap, tap, tap.)

Jaune: I would have guessed you were some sort of snake faunas; Hidden fangs in your mouth, elongated tongue those kind of things. Nothing?

Cinder: No…

Jaune: Well, then you’re obviously working for some sort of hidden secret organization that’s bent on the total, and complete destruction of the world!

Cinder: …

(Tap, tap, tap.)

Jaune: Hmm… you’re quite good at hiding your emotions, but your eyes keep giving things away.

Cinder’s eyes flashed for a moment before she looked away. She cursed herself for letting her emotions escape her harsh grasp. She had done plenty of research on the staff at, Beacon Academy, but, Jaune Arc was one she couldn’t find much information on. At most it was common knowledge that if you asked anyone anything about him they would tell you the same thing. Jaune tended to keep his personal life like that, personal. At most it was know that he was single, and the only son if his family.

Well, as secretive as he may be, it was no where near as…?!

Jaune: Why does the witch want to destroy the world?

~~~

Ironwood: Wait, what?! Ozpin, how does he know about, Salem?

Ozpin: One of, Mr. Arc’s greatest skills is his observational awareness. I thought I was being subtle with any information retaining to, Salem, but he picked up on my… unsaid words. And, forced me to talk…

Ironwood: Forced? Did he use his semblance on you?

Ozpin: Possibly…? I am not sure.

Ironwood: Can’t you tell when he’s using his semblance?

Glynda: It depends on how, Jaune’s using it. It can be very subtle, subtle enough that you don’t even realize he’s using it. Subtle enough that even he doesn’t realize he’s using it at times.

Ozpin: But, when it’s obvious he’s using his semblance you become painfully aware that he’s using it. To say it’s blood curdling in its usage is an understatement of the extreme of extremes.

Qrow: Ughh… I remember when I saw him use it to its fullest extent; Can’t say the guy didn’t have it coming, but throwing up my lunch wasn’t what I had in mind that day…

Ironwood: …?

Winter: What the hell is his semblance?

~~~

Cinder: What witch?

(Tap, tap, tap.)

Jaune: Oh come on now… I know all about, Salem, and Ozpin’s stupid little shadow war going on behind the scenes. So if you plan on playing dumb well…

(Tap, tap, tap)

Jaune: Let’s just say it won’t work well for you.

Cinder could feel sweat dripping down her head in a freezing cold room, his words caused dread to slowly build up in her heart.

Cinder knew that playing dumb wouldn’t work any longer. At best she could deflect, and feed him bread crumps to cause him to look away from her true objective.

Cinder: I was trying to… trying to cause a, Grimm stampede in the hopes of destroying, Vale.

Jaune: To what end?

Cinder: Spread the seeds of chaos, and show, Ozpin, and his allies that his precious little cities are not as safe as they think they are.

Jaune: To what end?

Cinder: I just told you; To destroy, Vale.

Jaune: Don’t play dumb with me my dear, I’m not an idiot like, Ozpin, or General Ironwood. They would take you words at face value, but I can tell you’re hiding something…

Cinder: What is there to hide; you already know everything I planned to do, you’re just trying to confirm what happened for you reports, aren’t you?

Jaune: Well…

(Tap, tap, tap.)

Jaune: You could say that… but, your goal wasn’t to destroy, Vale… No, no, no. Your goal may be quite well thought out, but you don’t care if, Vale fell. No, no, I recon your plan wasn’t to destroy, Vale… A definitive bonus if your plan succeed, but no. Your true goal was to distract, Ozpin… but, to distract him from what tis the question…

Cinder’s heart was beating erratically as this interrogation continued on. She had read, Mercury’s, and Emerald’s reports on the man; they read of a kind, and caring man who would lay his life down for his students without a moment’s hesitation. But, the man currently before her, was not that man.

He exuded an aura of cold, calculating indifference, and a predatory smile that sent shivers down her spine, the exact same smile he was giving her right now. There was a sparkle in his eyes as he came to a simple conclusion; the an answer to a riddle that answers everything he wanted to know, and more.

Jaune: You’re after the, Fall Maiden, aren’t you…?

~~~

Ozpin: The Fall Maiden…?

The answer to a question unasked escaped, Ozpin’s throat in a ragged whisper. It made sense, too much sense that this was, Cinder’s goal, she was after the, Maiden’s powers, and she was willing to destroy, Vale to get it.

Qrow: So it was her, and her cronies that attacked, Amber! Why didn’t I see that…?

Ironwood: She never did finish off, Amber because, Qrow came to the rescue, this is all an elaborate plot to get the, Fall Maiden’s power… I amazed that, Mr. Arc was able to come to such a conclusion.

Glynda: But, to go to such extents to acquire the, Fall Maidens powers seems a bit over the top.

Winter: Couldn’t she have just killed her when she first had the chance, and acquired her powers that way? Why did she plan to destroy, Vale in the process?

~~~

Jaune: Oh? Now isn’t that an interesting reaction!

An involuntary, sharp gasp escaped, Cinder’s lips as he effortlessly hit the nail on the head. Arc, knew about the, Maiden’s, in the case what else did he know! She looked away from him, daring to hope he would not find anymore clues in her broken mask.

Jaune: Excuse me, we’re talking; tis quite rude to look away from someone while we’re talking.

Cinder couldn’t look at this man, there was something off about him…

(Tap, tap, tap)

Jaune: Excuse me, don’t turn awaywe’re still talking here.

Something that could make the skin crawl…

Jaune: Oi, look at me.

Something that was deemed unnatural…

Jaune: We’re not done speaking, Cinder.

Something that was indescribable to the senses…

Jaune: Cinder… Look at me.

But, it was something completely explainable.

Jaune: Haaa…

Something so obvious, and simple, that it was often overlooked as an item of irrelevance.

Jaune: I said…

A semblance.

Jaune: Look at me.

Cinder could feel her entire body being wrenched forward, her muscles screaming in pain as they were forced to move in what felt like an unnatural, but completely natural manner. Her body was set straight in her chair, her head forced to stare at, Jaune face, making her stare into those calm, uncaring cerulean eyes of his. She tried to turn her body, to squirm in defiance as he stared her down, but she could not move her body by a hairs breath.

Jaune: Now, shall we continue our discussion?

Cinder: A-A semblance…

Jaune: Hmm…?

Cinder: A semblance! Y-You’ve been using your semblance on me this whole time! From the moment you entered this room, you’ve been using a semblance on me to make me talk, haven’t you!

Jaune: CorrrrecT!

~~~

Ironwood: Ahh, telekinesis!

Winter: He’s a telepath? That would most certainly explain how he was able to get, Miss Fall to talk.

Qrow: Nope.

Ironwood: What?

Qrow: The kids not telepathic.

Ironwood: He isn’t?

Winter: But, the way he forced her body to move, that’s clearly a telekinesis based semblance.

Qrow: It may look that way, but his semblance is nothing like that. If it was, I would be better at holding my stomachs contents when he decides to… let loose.

Glynda: I’d doubt that.

Qrow: Well… it wouldn’t be as bad… hopefully?

Ironwood: Then what is it?

Ozpin: It would be best to let, Mr. Arc explain it…

~~~

Cinder: Y-You’ve been using your semblance to extract information from me! Haven’t you!

Jaune: Mmmm… In a manner of speaking… I’ve mostly been connecting dots, and what not from what clues you’ve given me. That, and reading your facial expressions, any little bodily ticks you are showing off. I’ve mostly been using my semblance to make you feel a sense of unease. It’s been quite effective if I do say so.

Cinder: What is it; Telekinesis?! Are you some sort of psychic?! What is your semblance?

Jaune: Oh, nothing so… civilized as those…

(Tap, tap, tap.)

Jaune: Nothing like that…

Cinder: That tapping! You’ve been doing that ever since you came here… why?!

Jaune: As I said, ‘To make you feel unease.’

(Tap, tap, tap.)

Jaune: I take it that it has been working.

Cinder: How does tapping your fingers make me feel unease?! Do you have some sort of telekinesis based semblance?! I demand to know!

Jaune: As I said: It may seem liked that, but no. I don’t have a physic, telekinesis, and sort of moving stuff with my mind based semblance.

Cinder: THEN WHAT THE HELL IS IT!!!

Jaune calmly stared at, Cinder as her rugged gasps of breath slowly tapered out. Before he calmly responded to her question.

Jaune: I’ll answer your question: How is that I am making you feel unease, why the tapping, how I forced your body to turn to face me. I’ll explain it all. But, in exchange you have to answer something for me.

Cinder: And, what is that?!

Jaune: What does, Salem want with the keys to the vault, and what does she intend to do with its contents when they are emptied?

Cinder: W-What…? H-How did you figure it out…?

Cinder’s rage, the blazing inferno that burned within her body was suddenly snuffed out as if it was a match struck in the midst of a typhoon. What was replaced was stunned fear. She hadn’t mentioned a single thing, no clues, no hints, but this freak had managed to put together every piece of her plan, and managed to figure out what her true goal really was!

And, all he did was calmly look at her with a cocky smirk forming from the bottom of his lip.

Jaune: Oh I just managed to connect the dots that others leave unseen. Four kingdoms. Four Academies. Four Maidens, and lastly, Four Relics. My educated guess tells me that one of the four relics is hidden in one of the four kingdoms academies. And, that they are kept behind in a secret, hidden vault that requires a key to unlock them. And, that key, is a maiden. Am, I wrong?

Cinder: …

Cinder: You’re correct…

Jaune: Am I know~?

~~~

The group all stood back as, Jaune turned to give them a dark smile as he managed to make, Cinder spill all her information on why she was going to attack, Beacon Academy.

And, it had only been ten minutes.

Glynda: Salem’s after the, Relics? I can only imagine the destruction she could wrought across, Remnant if she had even one of those…

Ironwood: We need to tighten security back in, Atlas. And, in all the other academies at that! In all the kingdoms! We cannot allow her to gain access to any, Relics!

Qrow: What is she even planning to do with those things? They aren’t all that dangerous no are they?

Ozpin: She not after any one, Relic for its individual capabilities… she wants all four of them.

Ironwood: What is the difference is she has one, Relic, or all of them? The destruction she could wreak across, Remnant could be unimaginable!

Ozpin: Not if those two came back…

Ironwood: What?

~~~

Jaune: Excellent! Now that we have all the speculation as to why you are doing this out of the way. Now I must ask who your other accomplices are, and what they are doing, and we can finish everything up once, and for all. Alright?

Cinder: No…

Jaune: No…?

Cinder: You said you would tell me what your semblance was… I answered your question… But, unless you tell me the truth… I won’t tell you anything! It doesn’t matter if you torture me… I will never talk!

Jaune: No, that’s fair… You answered my question, tis only fair that I answer yours in kind. Tell me… I assume you’ve done your research on all of the staff at, Beacon, myself included. So, I can assume you heard about my nickname?

Cinder: Yes… The staff here call you, ‘The Sorcerer.’ But, none of the students know why.

Jaune: That’s because, ‘The Sorcerer,’ isn’t really what my nickname is all about. And, I can assure you, a few students know what the story behind my nickname is, and my semblance is as a result of that. And, the reason why no one knows that start is simply because they just don’t like talking about it.

Jaune: You see… I can use magic…

Cinder: Impossible… Only five people in the world can use magic, and they all happen to be female… which you clearly are not.

Jaune: True… I just like to referring my semblance as magic, helps others… comprehend my semblance, and its abilities.

Cinder: Then what is your semblance…?

Cinder leaned in and scowled at, Jaune as he returned her scowl with a devious and, all knowing smirk as he softly replied.

Jaune: Blood Magic~!

Cinder: What…?

Jaune: Blood Magic! That’s what my semblance is! I can freely manipulate the blood of any living being! Making them my puppet…

Cinder could feel her eyes darting to the right, and lefr, then back to, Jaune, and yet she had no intention in her mind to move her eyes.

Cinder: M-M-My eyes?! You’re moving my eyes?!

Jaune: I can also regulate your heart beat! Why do you think I kept on tapping my finger?

(Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap…)

Cinder focused on her body, slowly she started to feel the controlled beating of her heart as, Jaune tapped his finger to a steady beat.

Cinder: You made my heart race at an unnatural beat… causing my body to go into shock because of my blood wasn’t flowing properly, causing me to…

Jaune: Panic. Yes, tis a very effective way at making people nervous. I have to tap the beat though… I could hold out my hand, and flex my fingers inward, like so…

Jaune held his hand before, Cinder, and simply made a closed fist that lasted, but a hairs breath. However…

Cinder: AHHHHHHH?!!?!

It caused, Cinder to collapse in pain as her breath came in hard, and laboured gasps like a drowning man struggling for air as water filled their lunga. Her eyes widened in horror at the stunning realization of what he had just done to her.

Cinder: You… Y-You… haaahaha… you were crushing my heart?!

Jaune: Correct… My semblance is no doubt among the most powerful there is. I can tell precisely where a person is based upon feeling a persons circulatory systems. I can even tell people apart to some extent.

Jaune turned behind him to look at the one way mirror, and pointed at it.

Jaune: Right there is, Qrow Branwen. I can feel the alcohol in his veins, don’t ask me how, I can’t explain it. Next to, Qrow right there should be, Glynda Goodwitch. I can tell it’s her because the blood flows differently in woman than it does in men.

Jaune: I can also tell it’s her because I can sense more blood in the… front.

Jaune turned back to look at, Cinder; his face etched into a look filled with self loathing, and disscontempt.

Jaune: There are many things I despise about my semblance.

He shook his head in disgust as he pointed back at the mirror.

Jaune: Ahem… right next to her is, Ozpin; I can tell because I can feel his body posture that indicates he is resting on a cane, and that he is holding a bug in his hand. And, all the caffeine in his veins. Guy seriously needs to cut back on the joe…

Jaune: Next to, Ozpin is another woman. I have no idea who she is, but I know she’s there.

Jaune: And, right there is, General James Ironwood. I can only sense half a man partly floating in the air… such a perverse feeling… I can feel the blood flowing to his toes on one leg, but on the other it stops when it reaches his hip. The same on his arms; I can feel it reach his finger tips one one hand, and yet on the other I feel it stop at the shoulder joint… Such a ghastly feeling…

~~~

Winter: B-Blood magic?! That’s his semblance: Blood Magic?!

Ozpin: It is as he says… he can sense, and manipulate the blood in a persons body. To say it’s ghastly is a understatement of a lifetime.

Qrow: He can tell it’s me based on my blood alcohol levels? I better cut back a bit…

Glynda: He knew it was me because of my bust…?

Winter: At least he takes no pleasure in knowing that.

Glynda: Haaa… A gentleman to the end…

Ozpin: James? Are you alright?

James Ironwood gaze was dead stead at staring at his right hand, his robotic hand. It was a terrifying thought, that, Mr. Arc could feel precisely where his body ended, and where his cybernetics began without even touching at him. He understood the pains wrought upon his body in ways no others could, not even the victim of such mutilations could feel.

Ironwood: I can… speculate why I haven’t seen, Mr. Arc until now… Such a semblance must bare heavily on its user…

Ozpin: Jaune tends to keep to himself out of necessity, rather than a desire to be left alone. To many people around is like listening to a thousand voices all at once. Simply put; it’s overwhelming to the senses.

Ironwood: I take it then that, Mr. Arc is done with the interrogations? At least…using his semblance?

Ozpin stared at, Cinder as she managed to regain her breathing, and steadied her heart beat as she stared defiantly at, Jaune. Ozpin shook his head at the notion.

Ozpin: I’m afraid, James… the worse is about to begin…

~~~

Cinder: Haa haaa… Hahahaha!

Jaune: What’s so funny?

Cinder: You told me what your semblance is… I now know what you can do with that semblance of yours… it doesn’t matter what you do now! It doesn’t matter what! I will not tell you anything! You’ll crush my heart before I let anything spill! Come on, Arc! Do your worst!

Jaune: Pfff! Haha… hahaha… Aaaahahahahahaha!

Terror filled, Cinder veins as, Jaune let loose a laugh that found everything, down to most minute of details, in, Cinder’s attempt to show her bravado, her arrogant pride absolutely, unequivocally hilarious.

Jaune: Haha-ha-haaaa…

Jaune: My worst? You think me grasping your heart is the worst I can do…? My dear sweet summers child… I can do so much worser things than that, that honestly; I’m not sure what my worst is!

Jaune: I can bend every bone in your body till it shatters, then put them back together! I can stop your heart, kill you, and then bring you back to life! I can cause a brain aneurysm, and kill you on the spot! Cure you, and again I could bring you back to life! I could crush your entire body, turn every muscle in your body in on yourself until your body is nothing more than a meat cube! And, I know I can do this, because I’ve already done it before, and I will do it again!

Jaune: So tell me, Cinder Fall… Do you want to just tell me who else you are working with, and what are your other plans. Or, shall I torment you with pain unimaginable that I may break your mind from the pain?

Cinder could understand that he was just saying this to scare her, that he wouldn’t got that far to break her. But, she knew deep in her heart, that he could do it. But, she knew he couldn’t kill her, he needed her alive, otherwise all her secrets would go with her to her grave. She resolved her, and she would grin, and bare what was to come.

Cinder: Do your worst asshole! Hak-sptoo!

And, with that she spat on, Jaune’s who merely rubbed it off, and shook his head in disappointment.

Jaune: Haa… very well… I did warn you…

Jaune leaned back in his chair, and held his hand up, before he turned to gaze at, Cinder one last time.

Jaune: You know… They say there are different ways one gains their semblance; Personality, or circumstances… I believe the later one is applicable for me. Cause you see… everyone thinks I’m an only child. When in reality, I’m the only son in my family, when I actually have seven sisters. So, I think I developed my semblance, just to shut them up, because I swear…

Jaune leaned forward, and gave, Cinder one more predatory smile.

Jaune: That seemed to happen at least once a week!

Cinder pondered for a moment what he meant by, ‘once a week.’ Until it dawned on her, and a terrifying thought appeared across her mind. If he knew how to deal with that, then he knew how it was cause, and if he knew how it was cause…?!

“Snap~!”

Cinder:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Then she would know what true pain felt like.

~~~

Haaa…

To think I went through all of that just for that last bit…

#rwby #jaune arc #cinder fall #emerald sustrai #mercury black #rwby roman torchwick #winter schnee #james ironwood #qrow branwen #glynda goodwitch #rwby ozpin #rwby salem #rwby amber

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Milan DAMN girl you have every mental illness in the book, but youre hot and rich tho so wanna be my sugar daddy?

Milan pauses, the cool surface of the teacup brushing against his lips. Grey eyes blank as he processes the words just spoken.

He's heard of the concept, sugar daddies and their... babies. He knows many of his father's friends, the ones who are single and the ones who are still married, are sugar daddies themselves, but has never seen the appeal in it.

Love earned not through warm, affectionate words and actions, but instead, through cold, hard cash and expensive gifts was not something he found himself ever wanting for, no matter how desperate he became for a boyfriend.

It wouldn't be real. Each honeyed word spoken would be a lie that he'd be wasting his money listening to, and each gentle caress would be frigid and forced. Milan was tired of the cold masks that his business partners put on to appease him. To receive the same treatment from a romantic partner? Somebody he was meant to love? To hold? To trust wholeheartedly? No, thank you.

But... he glances at [Name], working within the bakery, singing along to whatever cheesy love song is playing from the speakers, and as radiant as ever.

Milan remembers the file being handed over to him, the papers detailing [Name]'s financial records, anything from his income to what credit cards he had, all in three pages. What caught his eye was the college debt, which he still struggled to pay.

He recalls the time that he saw [Name] behind the till, hair disheveled, clothes a bit wrinkled, eyes surrounded by dark circles. He was zoning out the entire day but at the same time easily spooked and, as agitated as a deer aware that it was being hunted. He could infer what was bothering him, [Name] were struggling to pay rent, his job at the bakery wasn't paying enough but it was the only job he could get, and there was still the debt from college.

Milan tried to get him to say it so he could readily make himself available to [Name] as an option, a savior of sorts. He wants to repay him for all the good he's done him, and it won't cost him more than a couple thousand to pay off his debt. But [Name] was stubborn and kept changing the subject, so he took the hint and played along.

He wouldn't mind being [Name]'s sugar daddy, Milan is sure that the younger man would be too nice to actually fake it. Besides, he likes Milan enough, doesn't he? Anything that [Name] would show will be real, to the point that it'll feel like just two friends hanging out with money as the bonus. Regardless of how much he wishes that the two of them could be more.

Maybe, just maybe, if Milan pays him enough, [Name] would be willing to do just a bit more for him. A bit of skin, a sultry gaze, a mischievous smirk. A warm hand running along Milan's throat, teasingly caressing his adam's apple before wrapping tightly around it and-

Milan clears his throat, hoping that you don't see how the tip of his ears turn red. He takes a sip of his tea, "I... appreciate the sentiment, but I must decline," He glances back at [Name], a dark storm brewing in his grey eyes. There was somebody else he wanted.

Maybe money can't buy him your love, but desperation may just force you right into his grasp.

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rebornclinic · 19 days

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Medi-Facial vs. Traditional Facial: What’s Best for Pune's Climate?

Although much better than many Indian metropolitans, lately, Pune’s climate has undergone several changes. The otherwise cool and pleasant Pune is heating up by the year, making it a hot and humid place – although not as much as Mumbai! However, such a climate results in several skin concerns that require proper treatments. Two of them include medi facials and traditional facials. While both are effective, which one suits Pune’s climate better? Let’s find it out.

What are Medi Facials?

Medi facials are medical grade facials, performed under a skin expert’s supervision. These treatments address pigmentation, aging, and acne and usually suit all skin types. Some medi facial types include Vampire facial, oxygen facial, Hydrafacial, microcurrent facial, and chemical peel. Every treatment type follows a unique procedure. However, generally, a medi facial cleanses, exfoliates, hydrates, and moisturizes the skin. Let’s look at some pros and cons of medi facials.

Pros of Medi Facials

Some advantages of medi facials include the following.

Customization You can personalize medi facials based on your individual skin needs and concerns. Discussing them before undergoing the treatment helps you customize the treatment and achieve optimal results.

Ingredients and Expertise Medi facials use medical-grade products, pigments, and active ingredients. These are recognized by skin experts and safe for usage. On the other hand, the treatment procedures are conducted by skin specialists who use their expertise and experience to ensure safety, customization, and the best possible results.

Specific Skin Issues Medi facial treats a range of skin issues, including fine lines, hyperpigmentation, wrinkles, and rosacea. These treatments help you achieve noticeable and ensuring results over a period of time.

Deep Cleansing The treatments involve thorough cleansing to remove dead cells, and impurities, unclog pores, and enhance skin texture. Additionally, they promote healthier skin by stimulating the production of collagen and enhancing blood circulation.

Cons of Medi Facials

Medi facials also have some disadvantages associated with them.

Cost Since medi facials involve specialized treatment and expert intervention, these facial types are usually a little costlier than traditional facials.

Downtime Some medi facial types might require more downtime for recovery. During the recovery period, the skin may appear peeling, swollen, and red

Multiple Sessions Medi facials may require you to undergo multiple sessions to achieve optimal results. These sessions can add to the overall cost and treatment commitment. On the other hand, you may also choose to undergo traditional facials. Let’s delve into their details to understand them better.

What are Traditional Facials?

As the name suggests, traditional facials are generic facial treatments that beauty salons offer. These focus on relaxing the skin and general maintenance. They involve processes like cleansing, steaming, exfoliation, extraction, facial massage, and applying a facial mask.

Pros of Traditional Facials

Here’s how traditional facials benefit your skin.

Relaxation These treatments usually prove relaxing and relieve the overall stress, making you feel better and more pleasant. They help boost the blood flow, circulation, and vascular function which helps increase oxygen flow to the skin cells.

Thorough Cleansing Traditional facials offer deep cleansing, detoxification, and unclogging of the pores. Thus, they help prevent blemishes and reduce the number of breakouts.

Cost Since traditional facials do not involve a highly specialized treatment, they are usually more affordable than medi-facials. These facial types are Generally more affordable than medi-facials. Besides, you can find them easily at beauty salons and spas.

Cons of Traditional Facials

Some disadvantages of traditional facials include the following.

Effectiveness and Results Since most of them are generic treatments, they may not address specific skin concerns, thus making them less effective than medi facials.

OTC Ingredients These facial types include using over-the-counter products that may not necessarily prove effective or suit everyone.

Which One is Suited for Pune’s Climate?

So now, which one works for Pune’s climate? The city’s heavily urbanized environment, containing pollutants, can make your skin susceptible to excess oil, acne, and sun damage. Medi facials treat climate-related concerns like pigmentation and acne. Their targeted treatment helps weather-related skin concerns. On the other hand, traditional facials ensure general skin maintenance and relaxation. However, as you’ve already seen, they may not be as effective as specific options like medi facials.

While climatic suitability matters, what’s more important is asking which treatment suits your problems and skin type. You must consult a skin specialist to know what would work in your case and make an informed choice.

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I mean this the nicest way possible but have you considered the fact that you just .. hate RPF? Wich is fine, like you said it's a gray area. It's not everyone's cup of tea, actually! It's not even mine because I actually came across those trailers you said! And I instantly went "ew wtf" and I clicked not interested, and then I another showed up, and clicked not interested, and then the algorithm went ok got it, and it's been a while thankfully, that hasn't showed up. So, what I mean is, there is content in the internet that is weird, that's for sure, but there's like... Ways to avoid it? And the way that this has been a persistent subject in your blog in such a deep way makes me think that you suffer it more than anyone, wich is fine but just, don't look at it anymore? I don't know what to say honestly because, again no to be rude but youre making the MOST out of it. And it's like you're treating fandom culture like this deep dark secret when its as public as it can be and I promise you the most a person can do is feel weirded out and mute that content, and hope it doesn't show up.! But for example, I hate povs content, and that has to be the most persistent content I've seen so far on F1, full of "you're the wife/girl/sister" blah blah and I'm a lesbian, I've clicked not interested so many times I lost count and IT KEPT showing up (until i figured muting y/n, driver x reader helps) so if it keeps you more calm there are ways to avoid content you dont like!

I get where you’re going with this but also, nah. I’ve always loved RPF and will keep consuming it whenever I can. I just make a big stink out of seeing it outside of tumblr and ao3 because of algorithms and the way I was taught to interact with RPF about fifteen years ago in which….these things have to stay within their intended circles at all costs. This is back when fandom content was not cool and mainstream and unless you kept your fandom life and your actual life very separate you get bullied to hell for it. Now, I often feel like the pendulum has swung a little too far the other way and there’s such a massive influx of new people because fandom culture is trendy that fandom etiquette is starting to collapse. The treatment of RPF being one of them.

RPF differs from POV content in two ways. The first is that POV content is a little more accepted than RPF in the general consciousness, usually because it’s het but also because it’s very obvious this is a self insert fantasy which while I imagine is awkward for drivers to see, can be easily laughed off as being so obviously just a fantasy. RPF on the other hand builds off of pre-existing relationships and lore and is usually slash, which already introduces an awkward element (and you can say the men shouldn’t have toxic masculinity all you like, it’s not just them that’s the issue it’s everyone who perceives them and the content), also it’s more difficult because people DO talk about these pairings platonically. In order to not experience Lestappen on my tiktok FYP, I can’t interact with any video that mentions those two in the same breath ever because the algorithm will eventually push me ship content even if I don’t want to see it and I click not interested. This happens over and over again.

I love RPF which am just on super high alert about RPF safe spaces being breached because I know from lived experience that it doesn’t bode well. This is also just personally not the way I was taught to interact with fandom, and again I’ve seen enough shit in my time to understand why that etiquette had to be enforced.

#anon #asks #keep RPF on tumblr discourse #there’s generally a breakdown of fandom etiquette and RPF popping up everywhere is a symptom of that I could talk for hours but

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His Little Doll

• badboy!nicholas x fem!reader

• Warnings : Big fights, knives, violence, kissing, blood, the reader is an orphan, RIIZE's Wonbin and Shotaro appears, Grammar error

He seems to hate you and only uses you as his bully doll, but because of one incident, none of that is true. You are his little doll...

Loving Nicholas is stupid. Especially when you have confessed your feelings to him. Because you were brave enough to confess your feelings to him, you immediately became one of the targets of his bullying. You often get hurtful words, unpleasant treatment from him, his fans, and his circle. Moreover, he often drags your status as just a poor, orphaned girl living in an orphanage, but dares to hope for a guy like him who is very rich. Pressing on you that you and him are like heaven and earth. Oh of course he emphasized that. He has a popular status at school, although he is a bad boy, he is intelligent, the son of a wealthy family. Of course he wants a girl who is his equal.

However, sometimes love blinds some people. Including you. Even though Nicholas always gives you unpleasant treatment, your feelings of love for him have not changed. You even still have hope that one day he can accept you and return your love even though it's only a one percent possibility.

You even believe that, behind Nicholas' sharp badboy status, he is a good kid. Because you once saw him helping a grandmother and her young grandson who lived on the streets.

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Home time has come. You can't take the bus back to the orphanage, because the head of the orphanage hasn't been able to give you money to take the bus. He said that the orphanage's expenses were running low, especially since there were no donors who had made donations.

You are lucky to be able to attend an elite school because of the scholarship route which frees up one hundred percent of your education costs up to university level. You just need to get good grades to keep your scholarship.

To take a faster path, you decide to go through a quiet tunnel under an overpass. It was the closest road to the orphanage. Although it is very tiring, because it takes about fifteen minutes. But at least it saves your energy, if you go along the main road it will take you thirty minutes on foot.

The tunnel you pass through is quite long, quiet and dark. Not many vehicles pass through here, because the area is a bit scary. But you are used to areas like this if you don't take the bus.

You stopped your steps suddenly because you heard a commotion not far from you. Precisely still in the tunnel area. You slowly walked forward to check what kind of commotion it was.

When you turned to follow the direction of the tunnel, you stared in shock to see a group of school children brawling. You were even more shocked when you saw who was involved in the brawl. Nicholas' circle together with high school kids were quite famous too. You know them because they are the 'eternal' enemies of Nicholas' circle.

Your body shakes with fear, especially when you see the guy you have a crush on hurts people mercilessly. Nicholas' fighting skills are really impressive. He is good at taekwondo and can use sharp weapons such as knives or katanas.

As you froze, one of them who had a name tag that read 'Wonbin' looked at you, noticing your presence. Wonbin is the leader of the group who is currently having a big fight with Nicholas. He saw the uniform you were wearing, exactly the same as the uniform Nicholas wore, and of course he immediately knew that you were a student from the same school as Nicholas. The stupid anger within him surged. For some reason, he immediately lusted after seeing you in front of him, as if you were his main prey.

Shotaro, one of his friends, who noticed your presence, even said a word which provoked him even more. "Wonbin, that's Nicholas' weakness! Finish that girl!" Shotaro's provocative sentence were heard by Nicholas. He immediately looked at Wonbin who was looking at you with lust, lust to finish you off. Nicholas was shocked when he saw you here.

Wonbin ran fast towards you, you who were already panicking immediately ran fast to avoid him with fear and loud screams. "Wonbin bastard, don't go near her you dog!" Nicholas shouted angrily and immediately chased Wonbin with no less explosive anger.

You ran fast with tears starting to flow, you didn't want to stop. Moreover, the one chasing you is carrying a knife which will definitely stab your body if you are caught by him. But unfortunately, you fell quite hard because you tripped over your untied shoelaces. You hit the asphalt quite hard, you can be sure that your knee will bleed, because you will feel a very painful scratch.

And right at that moment, Wonbin stood in front of you. He grinned with satisfaction as if he had found his prey. You looked at him with a scared look, dragging your body to get away from him, but it was useless. "Lucky day for my group, we found Nicholas' weak spot. It's okay, miss. We just wanted to hurt you a little to make Nicholas kneel before us," He said in a sweet tone but sounded scary. You shook your head, trying to beg him not to hurt you, but of course it fell on deaf ears.

The knife was raised and was about to be plunged into your stomach. You screamed hysterically and covered your face with both hands when the knife was aimed at your stomach.

BUGH!

Before the knife stuck in your body, Wonbin was kicked forward by someone. He fell right next to you. His knife was also thrown from his grip. Your breath catches in shock because you were pushed away from your untimely death.

"Stupid bastard, how dare you want to hurt my doll!” You looked at the person who kicked Wonbin and said those words. Nicholas. What did he just say? His doll?

Nicholas looked at Wonbin with a look full of hatred and hurt. His veins were tense, you could see his jaw was also tightened with passionate anger.

Nicholas' gaze turned towards you, who still looked shocked and afraid. He also saw that your left knee was bleeding from the fall earlier. He made you get up into a sitting position. His large hand reached for your face and gently stroked your hair. "Are you okay, Doll? Hey," He looked at you as if you were his most precious and holy pearl. You were of course shocked by this, he was being sweet to you. For the first time.

Nicholas kissed your forehead for a long time, squeezing your shoulder gently. And of course you were even more shocked by that, your body stiffened.

BUGH!

You screamed in shock when Nicholas, who was still attached to you, was suddenly kicked by Wonbin, who had now gotten up and was holding the knife in his hand again. "Giving me free drama, eh? But I'm not interested at all," Nicholas gave Wonbin a cynical look, he got up and counterattacked the guy.

You screamed several times seeing Wonbin's knife which was always almost stuck in Nicholas' body. Wonbin and Nicholas are both agile, but Wonbin couldn't give Nicholas the jab which of course made him frustrated.

But there was a time when Nicholas was weak, Wonbin managed to make him fall by giving a strong punch to the jaw area, making Nicholas vomit a little blood. Nicholas fell onto the asphalt, enduring the pain in the area where his jaw almost broke. Wonbin also kicked Nicholas in the stomach, making Nicholas lie on his back. "Ready to die, Nicholas?" Wonbin smiled with satisfaction as if he had completely won.

Wonbin raised the knife high, preparing to stab Nicholas in the stomach. You glared, maybe because of the shock and impulse you ran towards Nicholas with a hysterical scream. "NO, NOT NICHOLAS!"

You were right on time, you held firmly the blade of the knife that was about to be thrust into Nicholas. Squeeze it hard. Fresh blood began to ooze from the palm of your hand because you were holding the knife tightly as hard as you could. And it hurts. You cried, the pain in your palm was really hot, you didn't have the strength to throw it. You could only hold the knife, while Wonbin grinned. Instead, he twisted the knife hard as if he wanted to cut a hole in your palm. Making the blood flow even more profusely, your screams become more hysterical.

Due to the urge of deep anger and the pain of hearing your heartbreaking hysterical screams, Nicholas got up and kicked Wonbin hard in the sternum, Wonbin was thrown quite far because of Nicholas's great strength. The knife was thrown again, and this time with a trace of your blood.

You also fell backwards after the sharp knife slipped from your grasp. Nicholas ripped off the shirt he was wearing, he got you into a sitting position and immediately bandaged your hand to stop the bleeding from your palm. Nicholas' face turned red. Panic and anger mixed into one. You feel like your fingers are about to break off because the pain is truly unbearable. Your cries echoed in the tunnel.

"Doll it's okay, you're okay, pretty. Hey, look at me, don't keep looking at your hands," Nicholas calmed you down, you immediately looked at his face. Look directly into his eyes.

Finishing bandaging your hand, he pulled you back into his arms. He couldn't stop thanking God that you were okay.

Wonbin, who didn't give up, wanted to attack you and Nicholas again. He really has the ambition to finish off Nicholas and you. But...

"HEYYYY!" Eight men in black suits stopped Wonbin from attacking Nicholas again. They brought two jeeps. Wonbin cursed, he thought the eight people were the police. He ran towards the scene of the brawl, informing his friends that the police were there.

"Young master, are you okay?" The person Wonbin thought was a police officer turned out to be the Nicholas family's security staff who had the expertise of the authorities. Nicholas gave them a location to 'resolve' what his circle was currently experiencing.

"Take care of my friends there, I'm fine," The four of them nodded then immediately went towards the brawl which was at the bend in the tunnel.

Nicholas helped you to your feet, ordering his family's security staff to open the front door of the jeep. He sat you in the front seat (not the driver's seat) with your feet facing out. Nicholas took the first aid kit to treat your injured knee.

Four other security staff stood guard nearby, fearing that another child might carry out the attack.

While your leg was being treated, you looked deeply at Nicholas. Still can't believe what you see. He acts this gentle towards you. Treating you with care. Even though at school he acted rudely and impolitely towards you. He seems to hate you because of the difference in status stated.

"Why are you doing this?" Finally you spoke up. Ask him. Nicholas looked up at you. "Doing what?" He asked back.

"You want to help me, you even seem like you don't want me to be hurt by that guy. You kissed my forehead, hugged me, called me pretty and doll," Nicholas looked away when you answered his question.

"Nicholas, why are you silent?" You asked again, daring to take his hand gently. You have hope, that he has more feelings for you. Hopefully so.

Your hand played with his fingers which were filled with several expensive rings, he was silent. Don't refuse or remove your hand from his hand. "Nicholas, answer me," you asked him for another answer, shaking his shoulder gently.

You wanted to make a sound again, but your mouth was immediately silenced by Nicholas' sudden kiss. He kissed you quite aggressively, his security staff immediately pretended not to see anything.

You were of course surprised by the kiss, Nicholas gently pulled the nape of your neck to deepen the kiss. You squeezed the shirt he was wearing tightly to channel your passionate emotions.

When he felt you were out of breath, Nicholas broke his kiss from you. Your breath comes in gasps with swollen lips, your chest rises and falls. He pressed his forehead against yours, occasionally giving your cheek a small kiss. "You're mine," he whispered softly. "Since the first time we met, you were mine. I've loved you since I was fifteen. I pretend, pretend to hate you because I don't want you to be in danger, I have many enemies. I consider you my pretty little doll, not the object of my bullying. I love you more than anything the universe has, doll. I fell in love with you first," said softly. Stroking your jaw area.

Hearing this, you actually shed tears, your hands squeezed the shirt he was wearing tightly, letting out your overflowing emotions. "Doll, don't cry," He kissed your tears as they rolled down. "You are safe with me now, nothing will hurt you anymore, you will not lack anything anymore now, you have me. I will try to give you the love that you couldn't get from your late parents," He kissed your lips briefly, pulling you back into his warm embrace that you never got.

The man you have always loved but thought was toxic turns out to have had great feelings of love for you from the start. The man you thought always thought you were just trash turns out to think you are his pretty little doll.

In the end, God gives you the love you have always wanted...

#&team #&team imagines #&team nicholas #&team angst #&team x reader #&team fluff #&team scenarios

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hazel51 · 2 years

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Best Dark Circle Treatment in Mumbai

As the body begins to age, there are certain appearances or development that can hardly be hidden, and this often reflects the impact of the aging process on our skin. One of such development is the distinctive dark circle that usually appears under the lower eyelid. Dark circle is, however, not about aging alone as its emergence can also be triggered by genetic factors, hyperpigmentation, thyroid conditions, and prolonged sun exposure to the sun, dehydration, or fatigue. It is a no-brainer that dark circle will eventually dent the aesthetic outlook of anyone having it, and as such, a visit to the Best skin clinic in India should be given some priority. The Esthetic Clinics, with renowned cosmetic doctors like Dr. Debraj Shome and Dr. Rinky Kapoor on board, has one of the best facilities and resources in India to provide a lasting solution to dark circle and other cosmetic concerns.

Dark Circle Treatment in India

Dark circle can be treated with any of the several protocols that have been extensively used in the cosmetic industry. Some of these (protocols) include:

Chemical peels: Chemical peels are specially prepared solutions that can be applied [and left to act on] on the affected part of the skin. The dark circle will then come off with the skin layer – which is removed along with the peel – and new skin will ultimately emerge in place of the old one.

Laser treatment: Laser treatment is also very effective for dark circle treatment, and it primarily concerns introducing low-frequency laser light to get rid of the dark circle.

Dermal fillers: Dermal fillers such as calcium hydroxylapatite and hyaluronic acid are also valuable in taking care of dark circle. In this instance, the filler is injected right under the affected area, and this particular treatment option is suitable for addressing dark circle resulting from the loss of fatty tissues.

Blepharoplasty: There are cases of dark circle emanating from excess fat or skin around the eyelid, and this sort can be conveniently taken care of through blepharoplasty. Blepharoplasty in Mumbai is a surgical technique that has to do with getting rid of the fat or skin that has been implicated in this case.

Post-treatment considerations

For one, you may get to experience swelling around the treated area – if you have undergone any of the treatments discussed above – but this can be alleviated with the use of cold packs. More importantly, you should note that what you do after treatment will be very crucial to help you sustain the outcome of the treatment. As such, you should consider the following:

Avoid staying out in the sun for a prolonged period

Form a habit of having a good sleep

Desist from smoking and alcohol intake

Use sunscreen regularly

Always stay hydrated

Cost of dark circle treatment in India Giving a one-size-fits-all Dark circle treatment cost in India will not be ideal since everyone’s situation is peculiar. Hence, you will have to find a way to schedule a consultation with a cosmetic doctor for proper assessment. You will be able to get a viable cost estimate for the treatment of your dark circle after this.

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orionhere · 2 years

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Behold

The Holee Trinity

Also spoiler from his affection story:

Note that I can only read a little of chinese & with help of translator lol, so I'm so sorry if there's some mistranslation😥😥😥

There's something wrong with his M.I.N.D that causing his consciousness overlap with each other (?) So in chapter one his memory is back when he was 9 years old. Ofc with the memory of 9 years old, he doesn't know us at that time, so yeah, he's kind of wary to us, Liv, and Lucia

"I'm 9 and a half years old" Lee bantering with Asimov lmao

"Fragment of his childhood consciousness currently take over his frame. The age stage of specifics consciousness.... I'd say about 9 years old at most?"

"9 and a half years old, thank you." LMAOOOO

"I can understand what you're saying here, but it's impossible. I am standing here right now, how could this all just a fragment of my consciousness?"

"This is the truth, Mr. 9-and-a-half-years-old." ASIMOV 🤣

Hey, Mr. eye with dark circles, can I touch this?

No.

I know how it works, so you don't need to worry I'd break it.

No.

ALSO HE'S SULKING WHEN HE'S BEEN TOLD 'NO' TWICE BY ASIMOV LMAOOOO

Skk gave him milk, hence the blushing face.

The next day, it's the consciousness from his time as an assassin. (During when he desperately need money for Murray's treatment) He misunderstood he was being taken captive and asking where the exit route is as he hold Skk hostage. Lucia restrained him.

Long story short, after Skk explaining the problem, he tells us about his job as an assassin to required money fast. Also he keeps asking about Murray's wellbeing (awwwww).

The next day, he and Skk go outside (under the assumption that Skk has a task for Lee). They went to Cerberus base, asking if Murray is there at that time, but he's not there. (But Vera appeared instead lol. Don't want Vera to know what's going on with Lee, they ran XD)

ICE CREAM DATE

So yeah, basically Skk buy him ice cream.

"It's... Sweet..." I'm gonna combust

During these consciousness problem, he would take notes on his notebook (Skk called it diary lol) to keep record.

Hence the childish-style writings from his 9-years-old version. "I accidentally grazed Skk's ear with my gun." "The infected is a monster, it's terrifying."

"Skk fell asleep on the desk with all of many reports and document about specialized frame around. Skk also been working very hard lately. Let's leave something as a thank you, maybe a gift." LEE😭😭

Skk, Lucia and Liv kind of prepare a party (?) for him in the end. During this, Lee's consciousness problem almost solve. Before that, Lee ask Skk what we would want as a sorry/thank you gift for all this problem. Skk want the "diary" that Lee used to keep record of his difference memories from before.

ALSO LEE SAYING THE "HEAT-REGULATION SYSTEM FAILURE" WHEN HE BLUSH AGAIN, I SWEAR TO GOD

Lee give Skk a chip that contain projection from his past consciousness (From childhood, Kurono era, early Gray Raven (Palefire frame) and Entropy frame era) as a thank you gift.

"Thank you for the milk... Skk. The future me is really lucky to have met an excellent commandant." (Kid Morian)

"I'm sorry again, Skk. I.... The ice-cream...it was delicious." (Kurono era)

Palefire just telling you that you have grown and all that stuff lol

"Even if the road ahead is dark, it's alright to shine side-by-side with a star like you in the night sky." (Entropy)

"I will always be "Lee from Gray Raven", and I will stand by your side." JESUS CHRIST THIS GUY IS BAD FOR MY HEART

Anyway, that's what I got from rough translation lol. Sorry if there's some mistranslation or I didn't convey the deeper meaning good enough (also bc I don't fluent in English so my vocab is limited 😥)

In conclusion, PROTECT LEE AT ALL COST

I'd say sorry to Chrome bc Lee just took your 1st place in my heart again😭😭

#punishing: gray raven #punishing gray raven #pgr #pgr lee #pgr cn #orion shittalk #pgr spoiler

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Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: princess bride!AU, pirate!izuku, reader is in an arranged marriage with someone else, angst, smut, brief mentions of alcoholism and drinking too much, izuku spends some time as a prisoner of war, specifically as a galley slave, implied SA but not to yn or Izuku

a/n: i am doing my best. it aint much, but it is my best. please enjoy this centuries-late update (:

Stain was right. Izuku would and did beat men to death with his bare hands. Some days, he even enjoyed it.

It was all a matter of getting there.

There was a red stain on the planks of the deck. It lay perfectly within the borders of a painted circle near the helm. Izuku paced, unchained, around the perimeter of that circle. This was what he did with the precious few moments of pseudo-freedom he was afforded each week; he paced the circle— his bleeding ground— and he remembered.

I swear to you, I will come back.

At first, Izuku had resisted indulging Chisaki Kai’s desire for bloodsport. The chain and the oar, he’d borne with dignity; he was no stranger to work or harsh treatment, and though his muscles ached and the whip stung, it was bearable enough if he did not think overmuch. Like a good slave, he did all that was asked of him without complaint, even eating the gruel they passed off as food without so much as a murmur— but when he was asked to endure the animal indignity of being forced to fight an innocent human being for sport, something within him rose, righteous, rebellious. The demand had been wormwood in his mouth, and his first time in the ring, Izuku had let the other man beat him bloody, preferring to let his opponent take their rage out on his flesh rather than give their spectators the satisfaction of retaliation.

There was some pride in that, his resistance. Even when one of the guardsmen stepped forward, whip in hand, pride shielded him, bearing in part the pain he felt strike after strike— but soon even that was stripped from him when he heard Ochako scream out above the jeering crowd.

“Izuku!” she’d screamed, as if the words had been ripped from her by force. “Fight back! Fight him, or they’ll kill you!”

Izuku thought of home, then.

He thought of (Y/N), wondered if she was worried for him.

He thought of death, eternal rest beyond this world of whips and chains.

He thought of breaking his promise.

I swear to you, I will come back.

Izuku— battered and bloody, but not beaten— had grabbed the whip as it lashed out to strike him, allowing it to wrap around his hand before closing his fist over it. For better or for worse, that was the moment that he decided his fate. He would come back to her, no matter the cost.

That night, he'd killed the guardsman who'd beaten him, then, unstoppable, had crushed his opponent beneath his boot heel. There had been no contest. That night, dark and bloody, had marked the first of many such nights— and tonight would be no different. Even his body seemed to know it as it trembled in anticipation. Though it was seldom indeed that Izuku remembered his fights, his body never, ever forgot. It kept the score in the aching kiss of bruised knuckles, in the taste of blood on a busted lip, in the throbbing headache from an overhead blow that never seemed to go away.

It was only a matter of getting there.

The evening’s entertainment was light work for Izuku. On the latest run ashore, the captain had procured some fodder for the bloodsport— tribal natives who spoke no language in common with anyone aboard, and whose bodies, however lean and strong, were no match for Izuku’s cursed, wretched speed and power. In an effort to create an actual challenge for him, they'd set two of the poor wretches on him at once. After a few minutes of toying with them, Izuku had slammed their heads together so hard at the temples that they'd all but cracked like eggs.

The victory wine rolled down his chin, the taste of it like vinegar and rot.

“Come,” he distantly heard Chisaki say. Without looking, he knew that the captain spoke to Todoroki Shoto. Without so much as turning his head, he could feel the horrible, hair-raising weight of the captain's hand on Todoroki’s shoulder. It was always so after the fighting. Today, Izuku could not bring himself to bear witness once more, not even for the sake of his friend. Not when he knew what he would see, and what would come later.

Selfish, a little voice cried inside his head. Selfish, selfish.

That voice cracked harder than any whip, and Izuku looked to the endless stretch of ocean, bleeding, wondering.

Wondering if the waves were easier.

Something— someone— pinched the tender skin of his inner arm. He turned to find Ochako, small and sad, but no less pretty than she'd always been, staring up at him with big, dark, reflective eyes.

“You look tired,” she said, though he did not feel it. “Come below with me.”

Ochako held out her arm, and Izuku let himself be led. A look passed between Ochako and Bakugou along the way, and his childhood friend passed his mop and bucket to a put-upon Iida— something that he'd never have gotten away with any other night of the week, but there it was— and in three long strides, was at his other side.

“Idiot,” Bakugou grumbled under his breath, alongside a thousand curses, but he linked his arm through Izuku's as though he were helping him stumble drunkenly down the stairs. Kacchan always was at his meanest when he was worried about something.

Belowdecks, in the slave quarters, the three of them waited in utter darkness. What they were waiting for, Izuku couldn't have said. It was a long time that they stayed awake, touching one another lightly as if to remind each other that they were alive. Eventually, though, those touches became fewer and fewer until Ochako’s snores and Bakugou’s soft exhalations were the only sound. Izuku envied them. He wished he could sleep.

Sometime during the night, after even Iida had been brought belowdecks and was sound asleep, the oaken door creaked and a sliver of lamplight sliced through the darkness. In that brief light— just a flicker before the door was shut against it— Izuku could see Todoroki’s face. It was bruised on one side— his good side— and tears had made shining tracks down his face. That horrible image burned behind Izuku’s eyes long after the door had been shut and Todoroki had shuffled blindly over to him, knocking his knee against Izuku's foot in a fumbling crawl.

Out of the damp, heavy silence, Todoroki spoke.

“I want you to kill me.”

His voice was raw and broken, likely from screaming. He was close, now, Izuku knew— not just from the proximity of his voice, but also from the smell of copulation.

“I can’t do it again,” he continued. “He threatened— he said—”

His voice broke. A hand fumbled blindly for Izuku, grabbed him, and squeezed him so tightly that he feared his bones would break beneath that grip.

“If you are any friend of mine— if you have any mercy— you will kill me. I know you can. I've seen you do it. Please, Izuku.”

“Shoto…”

A queasy feeling roiled within Izuku. The boat rocked hard to the left, and he thought he might be sick.

“If you knew what he does to me,” Todoroki choked out, “You would kill me. There is yet enough kindness in you for it.”

A cold hand yanked Izuku's arm until his hand was resting on Todoroki's throat. Those frigid fingers pressed against his own, contracting his grip.

“Please.”

Izuku shook his head— then promptly felt foolish, because of course Todoroki could not see that he had, not in the utter dark.

“I can't.”

Todoroki's hand trembled against his own.

“You must, Izuku. I am not above begging.”

“No, Shoto.”

Todoroki took a shuddering breath, and Izuku realized with shock that his friend had begun to cry.

“Please.” His voice was high and tremulous, like the weakened warble of a child. “I can’t bear it. I can’t. I can’t bear it another night. He hurts me, Izuku. I can't bear it.”

A pang of sorrow wracked Izuku. How many times had he thought those selfsame words? How many times had he looked at those waves, so dark and perilous, and thought of casting his lot with them rather than the wicked men who held his life and squeezed the pulp from it?

But Todoroki was leaving nothing to chance. He did not want to fight the waves, or risk recapture. He wanted to be sure of the deed. What right had Izuku to refuse him?

And yet there was a force unseen, unknown, that stopped him— a mere hint of a quiet whisper rumbled in the depths of his soul.

Not yet.

“We must live.” He squeezed Todoroki’s hand with the words. “We must. We must live, and we must escape.”

“Escape?” Todoroki hissed the word as though it were a curse. “Have you gone mad?”

The words were out of him before he realized it. Had he even thought of escape before this moment? No, he hadn’t, and yet there it was— the obvious solution. He and his friends were few, yes, but the number of galley slaves aboard the ship far outnumbered the crew. Chisaki Kai and his men were only human. They were bound to slip sometime.

“Perhaps,” Izuku admitted to the darkness. “Perhaps.”

Madness or no, though, a million plans flashed through his mind— some plausible, but most impossible, impossible. Still, they persisted, even in his dreams, and they did not leave— he would not let them leave— until the day he tasted freedom, or death one.

It was all just a matter of getting there.

***

At times, it seemed as though (Y/N) could see the whole of the realm from her chamber window.

She had never been so high up in her life, before she moved to the castle. From where she sat, pulling needle and thread through thick linen fabric, she could see miles and miles of rolling hills and their verdant valleys, stretching out like ocean waves beneath her high tower. Tall, untouched grass lay in a thick coat over the land, and like so many rebellious coat-tails flapping in the breeze, the blades of grass waved cheerfully to and fro as if in greeting.

As beautiful as the scene before her might have been, it was not this image which (Y/N) sought to capture with white linen and colorful thread. Instead of brilliant green, the color of her thread was coal-black, and the shape of her stitches were not gentle, sloping hills, but that of a young man's profile. It was not a perfect rendition of the image she held in her mind, and indeed she would say that it was not even a very good one— but there was some comfort in tracing the curve of the familiar young man's graceful, upturned nose, his rounded, ever-shaven jaw. Tiny french knots littered the space of his cheek next to slightly-curved lashes, and all that was left for her to finish was the difficult twists and turns of his wild mane of curly hair.

Tears stained the fabric, making it damp and heavy in her once-calloused hands.

He was a year and a half gone, and yet the wound of his absence felt as raw as ever it had. Izuku Midoriya, her first and only love, haunted her in the daytime and loved her still in the darkest hours of the night; there were times she could swear she could hear him sighing next to her, or feel his lips, chapped and chaste, against her cheek. She loved, loved, loved him— but he was dead, doubtless at the bottom of the ocean, his flesh turned to food for fish and his bones indistinguishable from the countless others who had died aboard the same ship.

He was dead, and it was her fault.

Now, she supposed the gods were punishing her. Trapped in this gilded cage, she felt like a nightingale brought to a temple as a sacrifice, waiting for the bitter bite of a knife against her throat.

Her curse?

(Y/N) was to be the next princess— the next queen— of all of Florin.

It had all happened so fast (Y/N) even wondered if she was present for the whole affair. Prince Humperdinck had begun a tour of the countryside shortly after Izuku’s death, purportedly holding feasts and dances with all the country folk. How the crown could afford that while at war with Gildur, (Y/N) didn’t know and didn’t care to ask, even when the prince’s party visited the neighboring village. Numbly, she’d let her friends lace her tightly into her finest dress on the night Prince Humperdinck hosted a ball; with all the presence of a woman still sleeping, she’d sat at the table closest the prince, eyes on her lap. What right had she to dance and make merry when her lover was dead? What right had any of them to celebrate?

Then, the next day, Humperdinck had approached her father with an offer, and that was that. From that moment on, (Y/N) had been stuffed into the most beautiful clothes she’d ever seen and paraded through town after town, all through the country until they reached Humperdinck’s castle. The people loved her, and there were as many whispers of her beauty as her low birth— a rarity, in Florin. She was living the life any girl of her standing would kill to have… and yet, it was a life that she would be willing to die to escape

Often, she thought of how better it would have been if Izuku had only been a lesser man. If he had only heeded her pleas for him and married her despite her father, or if he had made love to her when she asked, perhaps she could have saved herself from this fate. Maybe if she'd told the prince of her sullied virginity, or perhaps had even been carrying a farm boy's bastard, she would have been less appealing to him— but as it was, the memory of that night and Izuku's rejection of her advances was firmly fixed in her mind, reminding her always of his honor and virtue and kindness to her.

I want to do this the right way, he'd told her, squeezing her hand. I love you, (Y/N), and I won't do wrong by you just because you want it. True love, our love, cannot be stopped by time, by distance, or even by death. Have patience, darling. All things will happen in their time.

And so he'd set off in search of gold and glory, with only a sword at his hip and a cap on his head. (Y/N) should have known that she would never see him again, but she had hoped… she had hoped.

How cruel it was that he was taken and she yet remained. Often, (Y/N) thought of how much better it would have been to meet Izuku's fate and not her own— to have died rather than been the one who was left behind. In death, at least Izuku was at rest. He could feel no pain, no regret. He could not remember those last days they had together, or mourn that they were now gone.

It felt like all she ever did was remember. It was as if she had left herself in the past, her present self merely a shell.

There was a soft knock at her door.

"My lady?"

Upon hearing the small, timid voice of her chambermaid at her door, (Y/N) quickly pressed her embroidery against her torso, concealing its design. She turned to find Liliana— for that was the chambermaid's name— poking her head in with a hesitant smile, and she returned one of her own, or as close as she could manage with such sorrows resting heavily on her heart.

"What is it, Lily-dear?" she asked, welcoming the maid in with a beckoning hand.

"His Majesty wishes to see you now," said Liliana, blushing girlishly, as though the master of the castle didn't make the exact same call at least thrice daily. "He's waiting in his chambers."

(Y/N) had learned long ago how to keep the disgusted scowl off of her face, concealing her true feelings, but there were times when doing so was more challenging than others.

"Tell my dear prince that I am busy at present," she said, standing from her seat at the window. "Tell him— tell him I was just about to go riding, if he would like to join me."

Riding, (Y/N) had found, was an excellent compromise between her desire and that of her fiance. Prince Humperdinck loved to ride, loved the chase, and loved her; (Y/N) loved to ride, loved to be free to roam the grassy hills, and loved to escape him. She was the best rider within a hundred miles, the Hump (as she unaffectionately thought of him) included; she loved nothing more than to challenge the prince to a race he would not win, not on any steed or on any day. Admittedly, she took a sick sort of pleasure in defeating the Hump in just this one thing, as though her triumph over him could win back some measure of her dignity, her agency, her happiness.

Alas, such a thing could never be— not with what he'd taken from her.

"But my lady!" Liliana protested, "You aren't dressed for such!"

"Then dress me."

The command came swiftly and easily, as if from the mouth of a born princess. Sometimes, (Y/N) shocked herself with how much like true royalty she had become, how far removed she was from the woman Izuku Midoriya had fallen in love with. Sometimes, she wondered if he could still love the woman she had become.

“Of course, my lady,” Liliana curtsied, oblivious to (Y/N)’s inner conflict, and (Y/N) fought back a sigh as Liliana walked forward, cheerful and ready to follow her lady’s every command.

As strong, working hands brushed close to her body, divesting her of first her corset, then her dress, (Y/N) wondered just how far away she was from the sea. She wondered, while her legs were freed from her stockings, if she could ride away and away, urging her horse onwards until she reached the cold, rocky shores that had borne her love away from her. Most of all, though, she wondered if perchance she rode her horse into the waves how far she must go until rider and steed both drowned, the story finally ending with one last gasp full of stinging salt-water— so very like that of her tears.

Though, I must not die, (Y/N) thought idly to herself, stepping into little leather riding boots. I must live. He would not want me to die, after all— he would want me to live, and be happy.

To live and be happy— what laborious pursuits! And yet (Y/N) could do no less to honor her lover’s memory.

And so it was with a smile that she thanked Liliana for dressing her and dismissed the maid to deliver her message.

Moments later, (Y/N) would walk to the stables where she would meet the man that she would marry with that same smile, seeming to the world to be the perfect princess, a fine match in looks and in heart to Prince Humperdinck. She would meet him, greet him, and let him kiss the soft leather covering her hand, and he would never know the depth of the sorrow that she carried with her from day to day, week to week, month to month like a condemned man might be forced to carry his noose to the hanging tree. He would never know how much she hated him, despised him for who he was and what he had done to her; he would never know how she longed to be free, to live her life in misery of her own choosing rather than of his.

He would never know, never even ask— and she would never tell.

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