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ravenbloodshot · 1 year ago

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Pick a Card- Your True Personality

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Instructions: Take a deep breath, and get rid of all thoughts. Then choose a number or decide by looking at the photo, I don't recommend choosing a pile based off your liking for the celeb in the photos, but do as your heart desires. Let's hope your heart steers you to the right pile

Pile 1:

This most definitely is the pile that attracts a lot of PAC veterans (aka ppl who follow a lot of PAC readers). I'm getting the vibe that you may seek a lot of validation from not only people in your life but from PAC's as well, you can get really offended by negative traits that come up in these types of readings and also likely hate all forms of criticism. You are the type to romanticize life and have an inflated ego, thinking of yourself as on a higher pedestal than others. You guys are above average in the looks department and tend to get what you want using your looks/charm. Your not going to have much trouble attracting a romantic partner, but you will have problems making them stay. You can become quite violent and hysterical when you don't get your way and that can turn your partners off. It's as if ppl will find you attractive but once they get to know you, think your batshit crazy and wish to get going asap. I'm definitely getting the vibe that you act high and mighty and like your the queen/king bee out of deep insecurities. Like a person that gets told their pretty/handsome so they go along with that but lowkey live life not 100% sure that's the case. Not calling you a bully but I do see some case of that, if your not a bully could be that you were a victim of bullying or bullied others in the past. Either way you have some aggressive, bullying ways about you.

You may not hold a healthy view of love, believing that it's your partners duty to love and care for you but you don't have to particularly do anything for them. It's the energy of a person who's married to someone completely unconditionally in love with them, while they're just there for the money/gifts. I do think you take good care of yourself (going to the gym, nails done, hair done, skin care on point, closet full of clothes your size and also smaller sizes that your working out to eventually fit into etc...). Your likely single and not happy about it, although you'll never truly admit it to yourself and neither would you to your friends.

This is the pile that has dealt with a lot of heartbreak and may have turned to a selfish but self conscious attitude to cope with it.

Pile 2:

Ooooo, very passionate and powerful. Im seeing a duality with the feminine and masculine energy (remind me of Ryujin). You guys may be my favorite, I just get this warm tingly feeling and this random burst of energy (If I could meet with you irl, ik I would love you 💕❤ )

You are very elegant and sophisticated, giving rich girl vibes and if not rich you strive to be (and not in the way almost all ppl strive to be rich but I actually feel like you have set plans in place for yourself, your not fucking around when it comes to you getting what you want). I'm getting this real sense of knowing who you are and what you want so your quite easy to understand, you may speak bluntly and get to the point. The femininity I mentioned before shows itself in how you care for others, you protect your loved ones and you won't hesitate to stand up for those weaker than you or just in a worse off position. It's like yeah you know your Queen bee but you don't think your above others in and of itself , you just know your above certain ideas/actions of others (I mentioned this queen bee energy for pile 1, but they seemed more 'fake it till you make it' types while you seem more relaxed and confident in your own crown and still willing to fix other's crowns). Now for the masculine energy. I keep hearing the saying "I rule with a iron fist", so you guys may be quite stubborn and set in your ways. I'm also seeing a bit of a temper, you guys give such Taurus vibes, but it takes a while for it to really show its head. I don't think you blow up for every little thing but once your temper ignites, there's no putting out the flames until the fire runs its course (I'm seeing Canadian fires, how terrible and drawn out they were, it's the same as your temper).You do hold this view of "I deserve.....", which can help you to have the confidence to go after who/what you want but when your entitlement is extreme/irrational, you can come off as just a pushy asshole.

You definitely have this healing vibe to you along with this innocent love of animals, plushies, kids and all things cute and cuddly. You may talk to your pets (if you don't own a pet, you should, they will bring you a deep sense of peace/happiness). You love to feel like you've fixed people and things, you can become obsessed with helping ppl get out of their troubles and try to tend to their mental/physical health. One thing I will say is I think your the type to love the chase in relationships (you may become obsessed with being with a person who doesn't want you).

Last thing is , you can be quite the chaos bringer. I'm seeing some type of trolling on social media, if not trolling, you could just be quite aggressive with how you write on social media. I'm seeing a lot of hidden actions and secret accounts 😏

Pile 3:

This pile has the energy of air signs. Your the type to overanalyze and over think everything. Even when it comes to things that you say, you may think about your words quite carefully before you say them. You may be an empath or bc you analyze ppl so intensely, you can pick up on others emotions/intentions and change the way you speak to fit others state of being (for an example: if a friend was in a depressive state and quite down and out, you would know better than to try to joke around, you would communicate with more kindness in your tone and try to be understanding). You can be quite humble and the humanitarian, wishing to do good for others/society (you have the energy of a therapist).

Your sarcastic and witty, quick with the comebacks and yk how to roast ppl (lol). You could have been a victim of bullying or just grew up in a tough environment and later you learned to stick up for yourself by using your words (insulting your bullies, roasting them etc...). Your words are very powerful, likely magical. Your the type to speak things into existence, so if I were you, I would be careful with what I say (which i think you do anyways, I'm just putting this out to warn you). I do see you can be quite vengeful and you have a mindset of "I'll get them before they get me". This makes you very defensive and hostile at times. Not just that but you have some jealousy issues.

You could be dealing with a break up and your heart is not open to love rn. I do think you do try to stay in a positive mindset but you could end up hiding your pain behind your laughs and smiles. Not really the type of person to deal with your emotional pain head on. You don't like to stay in one place for too long, preferring to move/travel often.

Pile 4:

You are very much in your power and know your worth. You could be after an unconventional career that many have told you that it could never come to be but you do as you wish not as your told. I'm seeing that your quite an attractive and sexy person, very well shaped body as well (could be quite curvaceous or your obsessed with having curves) but either way you look good. You command a lot of respect and admiration from others. A lot of ppl wish to be you, look like you, or have you. Your very talented in some kind of musical sense, your likely gifted at singing (or your voice is quite enchanting). You express yourself well, a lot of ppl feel compelled by you and the way you speak (you could live in a country where your accent is different from most). You definitely have the power and the influence to get what you want, it's giving 7 rings by Ariana Grande, " I see it, I like, I want it, I got it" 💅.

I do think you could be too attached to your looks though, it's like you believe if you gain too much weight or you don't keep/get the curves you desire, Noone would find you attractive. I also see some idolizing of others bodies as well (keep off of social media as much as possible, its okay to post yourself but try not to scroll mindlessly. That fake social media shit gets to you and messes with your spirit). You may have been on your own since a young age, having to learn how to navigate the world and its evils/goods on your own. Your very independent due to this and also street smart.

Your in a stage of your life where you may be sleeping around a lot, playing seductive games, being flirtatious and plainly dating. Your likely viewing love as a game rn, and not taking anyone too serious. (If you are wanting to be more serious with love and attract a committed partner, refrain from sex when you date, your an enticing person so your partner will drive themself crazy trying to please and be with you). Most of you in this pile are just having/looking for fun though so that only pertains to a few of you.

Unfortunately, you may be the type to get into a lot of relationships in which your partner cheats or turns out to be pyscho. This may be the reason why I don't think you believe in 'true + unconditional love' (could be parental issues, childhood trauma as well). Your romantic relationships will be the thing in this lifetime that bring you the most headaches and loneliness

Pile 5:

I got a vibe that this pile will attract a lot of fans of Niki instead of ppl who actually feels this pile will resonate to them, so those who picked this pile.

Turn around

Inhale

Exhale

Pick a pile

Welcome.

Okay. I feel like your quite young, probably in highschool or college. You've been through a lot in your life, in which at times you've felt abandoned or ostracized. But I think those experiences have made a stronger, more resilient you. You don't play a victim in life (even if you once were) and you don't encourage others in your life to hold onto victim hood as well. You know that you have to persevere through obstacles, not stay stuck in a pity party. You do have some codependency issues, you can be too clingy and hold onto others too tight. You fear others would leave you. You fear disappointing the ones you love. (I feel like you were "the nail that stuck out and was promptly hammered in"). So I think you may have anxiety about standing out too much or appearing too different from others. You have problems with understanding and respecting others boundaries (I just keep seeing an image of you holding onto a person, with strong grip, as they struggle to push you off). Instead of making ppl feel free and relaxed around you, you could make them feel uncomfortable.

Your a very book smart person. You have a fascination with unique things that most ppl would never think about and you come up with the most creative ideas. I think your more of a hoarder of knowledge and that you feel uncomfortable sharing your ideas with others, likely afraid they would laugh at you or say the idea is worthless. I feel like your not entirely moving forward with your life, your still haunted by your past. You could even recall voices of those who've insulted you or said very discouraging things to you and that can cause you to hesitate a lot in life.

I think this the ppl in this pile may be more sensitive and I want to make sure you don't feel hated or like I'm just another person confirming your own worst thoughts. I'm here to tell you to MOVE FORWARD in your life, don't let the haters win, don't hide yourself away. Prosper like the beautiful flower you are and always will be. 🌻

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neonovember · 8 months ago

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Deceit

Mafia!au x Steve Rogers

CHAPTERS: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

summary: your escape to Brooklyn was harboured by secrets and a harrowed past, left abused and betrayed, you accepted your destiny of being swallowed by the crowd. Until the King of New York showed up in front of you and wanted a piece of you for himself.

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Bucky is quiet the ride over, dark steel greys surveying the road eagerly, like he was waiting for someone, or something to give him a reason to jump out and spill blood.

The wheel wains in his grip, and his dark hair falls over in waves, pushed back behind his ears and smelling of pine nut and mint. There's a hint of a smile on his face, he knows you're watching him.

You avert your gaze quickly, looking towards the mountain trees on either side of the asphalt road ahead.

The relief you had thought would fill you as Bucky pulls into the potholed road of your apartment is blank, and your chest fills vacant without the heat of it. Your mind is restless, and the entire ride over had given you ample time to think over everything that had happened earlier.

You had folded and unfolded every piece of information Bucky had told you about Steve and all it had done was make you feel like you were intruding, like you were given privy to something you had no right knowing. Like peeking through the cracks under closed doors as a child listening in on their parents.

Where your street had once been busy with loitering huddles of gaunt faced men, a quiet murmur settles over the ground floor of your apartment complex, all the way up to the hallway to your place.

And as you pass by a few stragglers who blanch when Bucky shifts his hard gaze towards them, stuttering over their own feet and rushing back to their alleyways, you have an inclination that it was all Steves doing.

His reach was absolute.

You didn’t know what to feel, you’ve known displacement for too long.

Separating from your betrothed, separated from the life you had been half folded into, separating from the very syllabus of your name.

The spaces between the letters get further and further as the years go by. Until you can hardly remember if your namesake is really yours, just a frightening sound that came out of your husband's mouth.

This is different though. Until now, your instinct has always been right. And yet, when you think of Steve? When you try to find footing in your gut it comes up wobbly and unsure.

Was he something more than he let on? Did he only uncover pieces of himself for his own benefit?

Bucky had told you he had lost his own wife, and young too. Forced to be exposed to the brutality of the world before he could even get a chance to indulge in youthful recklessness.

You feel a sense of empathy for him, but also, also surprise. It isn’t the murder, or your own husbands doing that causes a slight slip of your heart. The truth is much more foolish instead.

There was a time Steve was ready to forsake this entire life, live forever looking over his shoulder, turn back on tradition that was as deep as marrow, all for love.

You could laugh if you had remembered what that felt like. The thought outright unnerves you. Steve? The gluttonous leader who held sanctions of New York with an iron fist?

It drives a pit in your stomach when you think too hard about what it means.

There’s a fiery jealousy that swarms you, you had never understood the wielding power that love carried all your life. It was a feeling, just like any other was it not?

Yet it had men like Steve falling to his knees!

And all that swarms your mind is how it’s so unfair, that you’ve never experienced such a thing. That you may never will. Forced to succumb to the life that was only half yours, down a path so far the ground had changed beneath you.

What did it feel like to give in? To show all your misgivings with unabashed apprehension? To let yourself, all of it, to another person?

Anything close to a love like that had come from the faded memories of your father, his warmth and deep gritted protectiveness over you. And that had been stripped from you quicker that you were able to forsake it.

You suppose that wasn't meant to be dealt in your cards, which you had come to understand were drawn years ago. You lie to yourself, but during some nights the aching desire to feel something, to taste the deep gripping love that had caused even Steve to lose focus explodes deep in your gut.

Your longing for connection was something you hid well, and god didn’t you get awfully good at hiding these years? Fit yourself in nooks and crannies that were too small, smoothed out your jagged edges to click into the puzzle pieces.

And yet, the empathy you had silently shared, the intimate conversation you had had with Steve in your mind is stamped out with swiftness as Bucky walks you to your door.

That was then, now Steve had made it perfectly clear where he stood. The cool indifference and hardening this life caused had stolen any shine or hope that Steve may have held those years ago. Everything he did now was calculated, for the betterment of broadening his kingdom.

He might as well have died along with her.

Bucky leans against the hallway, eyes surveying the decrepit halls lit by overexerted linoleum lights. You hesitate a moment, before popping your keys into your door, twisting it this way and that to get it to open.

You flinched as the door opened wide, almost like you were expecting someone to be standing right behind it, waiting for your arrival before pouncing. You’re a child, waiting for the ghoul in the closet to jump out.

Yet all that is there is the same peeling walls of your small entryway and some shoes and a coat strewn to the side in your haste to get to the diner early those days before.

You’d much prefer the monster.

Days, it had only been days, so why did it feel like a lifetime since you stepped foot into your home?

You don’t know what you were expecting, for your apartment to change when you had been kept away from it unceremoniously? For someone to have cleaned out the dishes lying in the sink, and ruffle the pillows lying on your old sofa?

You had craved mundanity for so long, craved consistently at a time where you didn’t know which face of your husband you would meet those days.

When the monster living underneath your husband's skin would jump out.

But now, you crave something more. It simmers right under your skin, deep within your chest and its shadowy fingers flutter over every inch of you.

Your apprehension is evident by the way Bucky shifts his way towards you stuttering frame.

“Hey, I wouldn't be so keen on coming home to this place either. Those carpets don’t look that inviting" Bucky replies, there is a sight lilt in his voice as he drags his eyes across your depressing furnishing.

You cut your eyes towards him, narrowing your lids.

“Not everyone lives in an exorbitant palace you know” You gruffly reply, shuffling into your door in a way that was more spite than eagerness.

Bucky breaks out in a grin that takes up half his face, his hand stuffed into his suit pockets as he rocks on the balls of his feet.

“Talking like a woman who hasn’t done just that half her life” Bucky replies, cocking his head to the side.

Oh right, your husband's estate that took up half of the city. One that was never, and would never be in your name.

You drop your handbag onto one of the hooks attached to the hallway, turning towards Bucky with a sigh.

“That’s different” You reply evenly

“Oh yeah? How so?” Bucky murmurs, eyes shining with a smile

“I was never welcomed in that home- house. God it would never be a home no matter how many architects and designers dressed it up. You think I escaped ‘cause it was my safe haven?” You cock your head to the side and Bucky’s face evens out. The smile adorning his features morphs back into his face as a look passes through his eyes.

“You don’t have to worry about that with Steve-”

“Oh yeah? Because he is the most upfront person to talk to. Right. This place, as depressing as it looks, is solely mine. It’s the only thing I have on this goddamn earth that hasn't been mauled and changed with my husband's fingers. Or the life he leads. You might not understand it, how important that is but-”

“I do. Trust me” Bucky replies, cutting you with and he offers you a nod that was more understanding than half the world's he promised to you.

Can I? You wonder thoughtfully. Was this just a part of some elaborate plan that Rumlow had clued you on? You were everywhere all at once, topsy turvy and turned inside out. This was the life you had to live now.

“Good” You say instead, wringing your fingers as Bucky’s phone begins to buzz from his pants pocket.

You wait for him to reach for it immediately, but he doesn't, just remains quiet as he taps his foot against the hardwood floor. There seemed to be a look of understanding that passed between you when he had racked his fist against the wall adjacent to your door.

The blues of his eyes twinkled under the sun peeking through the hallway window, and you didn’t realize it then but it was trust that shined in his eyes. Like the words he had shared with you warranted the same secrecy he held with the other men he worked with.

You had paid in flesh and blood for your silence, what more was another pound?

The ring runs through, and the silence soon returns between you both.

“I’m not going to the mouth off to half of Brooklyn that their most influential business man likes painting” You reply with a murmur, eyes darting left and right as if neighbors were listening in. Enough of them had watched you walk to your apartment door, eyes strained on Bucky and his shoes that shine too bright. Faces that had never even said hello had craned their necks as you passed, of course. Whispers of inquisition under their breath.

“I know you won’t” Bucky replies instantly. “Just- let him explain the rest of it, yeah? ‘S only fair you hear it from him”

“Fair?” You raise your eyebrows, “You’re talking about fairness now? Bullshit. If you were guided by some moral compass I wouldn't have been forced into this, you wouldn't even be in this life” You snark unconsciously.

Where does this all come from? You hadn't even raised an eyebrow at your husband, and now you were bad mouthing a man with a gun poking through his waistband. You look down, staring at the unusual stain in the hallway carpet you never quite knew what was. The anxiety and timidness you were used to coming back tenfold.

Bucky doesn't retaliate, just looks towards you with a feather-like smirk.

“I was wrong about you, y’know?” Bucky whispers, leaning in as if he were divulging in a secret he couldn't let be spoken in the open air.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re everything like Steve.” Bucky replies thoughtfully, a far away look taking over his dark features.

He’s miles away, reminiscing about parts of Steve that had been left in the dark. He looks younger than, when you notice the way his eyebrows scrunch and his locks fall flat over his face.

But it's enveloped back into Bucky in a second, a sad smile replacing his grin.

“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call”

Giving you one last nod, he turns back towards the hallway entrance and it takes you a few moments before you realise.

“But I don't have your number!” You call out, leaning out your door

His brown locks shift as he turns back to you

“You sure about that?” A raise of his eyebrows at the ping of your phone, waving you with two fingers.

You don't have to pull it out to know it's him. And you can't help but let out a chuckle before turning back and shutting the door firmly.

You find yourself accompanying your time scrubbing down the floorboard and yellowed walls of your home, filling your hours since Bucky had left with meager tasks. It helps you think, concentrating on little chores around the house so you don't have to think about the thoughts that rattled loudly in your mind.

It’s still well into the morning, and as the sun filters through your drapes you lean back on your heels nodding accomplished at the glint of the shining floors. The walls were an impassive yellow, never yielding no matter what cleaning products you threw at them, but beyond the old entryway carpet the apartment was lined with pristine hardwood floors that shined with a little elbow grease.

Not that shitty huh Bucky?

Wiping the sweat that had grown increasingly uncomfortable above your brow, you make way to your small enclosed kitchenette, swiping a cup from the drying rack before you watch the water fill to its glass edge. You gulp half of it down, before your much needed break is interrupted by the faint buzzing of your phone emitted from somewhere in the living room.

You forage for it quickly, searching till you find it wedged between the cracks of your couch. You pause for a moment, considering whether it might be Bucky, or Steve calling but as you see the vibrating screen of your manager's face you slide the receiver across the screen.

You brace yourself for the inevitable screech of her voice, you haven't been to work in days, an irregular for you considering the mountain of bills that left your bank account squandered each month. You needed this job, and now Steve hand upended your life, you fear it’ll slip through your fingers.

Manager calls, you pick up, she’s very quiet and apprehensive and is all sweet in a a way you remember she never had been before. She’s almost scared to talk to you, asking about a shift you could cover and you say yea without thinking. You need a distraction. Even if Steve had made it clear you no longer needed to worry about work.

“Hello?” You reply, eyebrows furrowing at the beat of silence that fills the space usually used up by ** loud un yielding demands.

“Y/N? Hey, how are you doing” Replies carefully, as if choosing her words.

“What?” You blurt out

You can’t help the confusion that puzzles your voice, who was this person? In the months you had spent working at that dead end job not once has she ever asked how you were. Not when you had spent half your break with your head in your toilet the first few months you had escaped. A cat on edge, nerves frazzled by even the slightest heavy stamp of a dress shoe.

What had changed?

You don’t have to kid yourself, you know the answer deep down. Him, it always goddamn is.

“Sorry, uhm I’m been doing good” You reply “I apologise for kind of just disappearing on you and the Diner”

“Oh that? That’s totally fine, once your friends cleared that up” 8 gulped, the sharp exhale of breath filling the receiver at the mention of this friend of yours.

“Friend?” You reply

“Don’t worry about it, I’m glad your doing alright. Uh-, so uhm ’s sister dropped her kids off at 4am last night at hers, she cant her shift. And * got SAT prep. Can you fill in if possible it’s totally okay if you can’t, I needed to stay back a few anyway-”

“Sure”

You needed the distraction, you felt stifled in the walls of your apartment. It wasn’t meant to be a prison, and yet the only time you felt truly free now was when you slammed the door behind you.

“-oh, Oh thank you! Thank you so much. If you could come in at 12, it’s just the afternoon shift. And if you need to leave for whatever reason it’s totally fine you don’t even have to tell me-“

“Mare?

“Yes?”

“Relax. I miss the diner and it’s crappy linoleum lights anyways”

Mare snorts into the receiver “The teams missing you too”

After passing a few more instructions on the wave of Russian tourists coming through Brooklyn this time of year you let your phone clatter onto the coffee table.

Sure, your manager could be a pain in the ass but being passive aggressive didn’t warrant a mob leader holding you at gunpoint.

You wonder what Steve had said to her to cause her to be this shaken up, she was the most stubborn woman you’ve ever met. It couldn’t have been easy to have her yield, at least not without some sort of real threat.

Especially in New York.

You rifle through your bag before grabbing your work uniform. The musty smell of old oil and grease makes you throw it haphazardly into the laundry basket before reaching for a clean shirt.

You try to look presentable, washing your face with the bathroom tap that never not juts out cold water. You avoid your reflection when you pay your face dry, which is interestingly enough, hard to do since it’s well..your face.

Drawing the wisps of coils that spring free you pull your hair back into a bun. You don’t bother with makeup, it never quite sat right on your face when you did it. Reaching for your bag and throwing your phone and the rest of your miscellaneous, you hurry down the steps of your apartment complex.

Popping in your earphones as you step into the train carriage, you memorise the dock and pull of the train ride till you feel your stop. Your music swims through your veins, and you breathe it in before opening your eyes to the tram doors opening.

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itsyagurlchip · 2 months ago

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Hihi! ^w^ saw your requests were open annnd i was wondering if you could do a husk x reader [romantic + established relationship] where reader is his lucky charm. Like he just has such good luck when they’re around him (especially when he’s gambling). Just make it super cute n fluffy :3

☀︎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･The Best Gamble Love Can Give☀︎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

ᯓᡣ𐭩 warnings: super fluff attack(!) cussing(!) gambling/alcohol addiction(!) wife-coded reader(!)

ᯓᡣ𐭩Guys I swear to God if y'all don't correct my grammar imma find y'all houses and eat your waffle fries/j. This one is super cute anon! Thank you for requesting <33 I want to make some hearts explode with this one. Would you be fine if I made you Husk's spouse? (tehe)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Even if he didn't win, he still has you. And that's more than luck could ever grant.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 !!For those who don't play, Speed is a game where you have 20 cards to discard, and two discard piles. You have to place down each card (one by one) as fast as you can, in order, and whoever runs out of cards first wins. If there are no more cards to place, you grab from the piles on the sides to continue the game. All while keeping 5 cards in your hand at a time. While you don't need to know this in order to read the story- it will be helpful to know bc I'm not that good at explaining card games.!!

Husk kept on losing, and it was starting to piss him off. Today's redemption exercise was to practice to eliminate the need for gambling; ironically, Husk was chosen to lead the rounds of games. The current game was Speed, with Hellish versions of playing cards.

And he was losing. So. Bad.

Everyone was sitting in the main area, with the usual furniture switched out for tables and chairs. Husk growled, but kept his composure.

"Where's the serenity at, dear Husker? Getting 'chaff' now are we? I guess the cat does lose it's skill, after getting too curious of course." Alastor said, antagonizing him further. Husk banged his fist on the table, making the sinner in front of him jump a bit.

"Fuck!" He grumbles out. The first 5 were won easily, but for some reason these past 30 something games have been no luck.

At first, the goal of the exercise was to play a few games, and quit. You know, to discourage bad behavior but still have fun. But right now, even without a genuine bet, he was setting a bad example. He knows. The sinner in front of him was playing swiftly and skillfully. His wing twitched and he grimaced as his mind stuttered.

But he just had to win. He has to keep going.

Charlie was getting concerned, but he waved her off. Everyone else was finished with their rounds of games, it was time for a new activity. But Husk wasn't gonna allow himself to lose like this.

Not to a damned practice game.

Then you walked next to him. One by one, he rapidly placed down cards in order. His partner did as well, speed was the game afterall. His ear twitched as your heels softly clacked against the floor.

"Hey Husk, baby. You doin' any good?" You said, your voice dripping like honey over his ears. But then he remembered the game. You were worried, Vaggie told you he's been going on like this for hours non-stop. It's almost nighttime.

"Yea, don' worry. Imma win this game in just a minute." He responded, gruffly as he missed the chance to place his ace. He put down a 4 over the five in the second discard pile then. 2 cards left in his deck, but none that followed the order of the discard pile. Fuck.

His partner had 1 card left, probably a king considering the cards that were already placed down.

You kissed his fluffy forehead, relishing in the near silent purr he let out.

"Alright sweetheart, finish up the game so everyone can go to sleep." You fidgeted with his ears in your hands for a bit, before letting go and sitting at the bar.

Watching from afar, you saw that he won. But he wanted to play again. This time though, you didn't allow it. Vaggie saw that you had it handled, so she went up to the elevator. Probably to her room with Charlie, you guessed.

You stood up, walking towards him again with a glass of whiskey, swished with chocolate hints. You placed it in front of him while he was shuffling the cards, not before taking a sip.

The affectionate way it is then.

"Hey, you." You said, slowly rubbing up and down on his fur. You could feel it bristle in shivers before relaxing. Your chin rested on top of his head, lifting a bit to see what he was doing.

"Hey? You just talked to me a few minutes ago." He began to set the cards up, so you pluck them up and stacked them away into a withered box. His wing flapped in annoyance.

"I know," you chuckled. "I just knew you wouldn't last long without a drink. Nothin' too sweet of course." You finished, pushing the drink towards him.

While you couldn't eliminate his addictions, you could switch them for others in small amounts, enough to distract him to bed. You can't fix him, he can only help himself when he chooses to. You both know that.

"You know me too well, Sugarpie." Husk smiled, before talking a gulp of the glass you gave him. Half of it was gone. "No cherry?"

You laughed a bit, placing the box in your pocket to put away later. No one was in the room, no one you could see anyway.

"Naw." You rested your chin back down on his head, wrapping your arms around him neck a bit. "You would just swing it away. No appreciation for its flavor-" You scoffed amusedly at the thought.

He was now distracted away from the cards and now on you, good. You could hear Alastor snicker before walking away.

"Ready to go to bed?"

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In the dark room, you slept. Husk didn't.

He was wide awake, in a way that still made him feel tired, but not sleep. On his back, he looked up at the ceiling in mindless thought.

Husk didn't mind though, as long as it didn't affect your sleep. He looked at you. Your breaths were soft, and slow. His eyes dilated, though one could never really prove it.

Grabbing onto your waist, he cuddles into your side just a bit more, and relaxes with a deep sigh.

You, in your half asleep state, reach for him. In which you succeed, running your fingers through the tuffs of his ears in an unknown rhythm. Husk purred freely now, he loved it when this happened.

How lucky was he, of all people in this shitty hell, to still have his wife in the afterlife? Sure, you may not have done great things, but he was afraid that the two of you would forever be separated by heaven.

How lucky was he, in all of his shitty problems and mental shit, to be able to still have you around? To have you want him around?

That thought had brought a soft smile to his face. In all of his gambles, this was the best one he's ever made.

I think I remember who asked this, but then again I'm answering this one late. soooo, if I tag you incorrectly I'm so sorry (@kltira )

I think imma call this place the "debriefing space" bc I always wanna ramble, but I'm never sure where. Also, so people won't have to read this before the oneshot/fic. Nothing here will be specific, maybe things I'm thinking while writing, or things that I sorta wanna discuss.

Rather than being a lucky charm, I was thinking reader to be more of a saving grace for Husk. Which he already finds lucky enough. While you are motivation to win, it doesn't always secure his place for it.

I know this trope is kinds overused, but you and Husk were married during life (yippee!!). You guys are just two old people who want to spend time with each other lmao. I sorta headcannon that when he starts to get too into his addiction, you kind of save him (BUT NOT FROM ALASTOR LMAO/hj) and that was one of the reasons why he married you. Not only to keep himself in control, but to see you guys thrive together <33

you are quite literally his only silence from this hellhole.

{Can we just talk about how when Angel Dust nonconsensually touches Husk ppl call it "cute" and "aww", but when Valentino nonconsensually touches Angel it's now bad? likkke. we love the show but we gotta get some new writers for season 2 and fans who don't mischaracterize everything they see.

I'm now only really starting to think about this- and the double standard is starting to be more noticeable to me. Like when Sir Pentious was saying "no" but those demons still dragged him into the sex room. But that scene was used for entertainment rather than "Hey this is a serious moment" like Valentino was.

I'm all for HuskerDust, but you gotta realize when a character does something bad and does nothing to redeem from it, no matter if they're a part of the main cast or not. (isn't that what the show is supposed to be about- redemption? y'all do understand how destructive this behavior is and how it can easily make HuskerDust toxic right?). }

we need the option for another 'keep reading' thingy bc I talk too much. ignore my yapping.

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saintmuses · 10 months ago

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❝𝙣𝙤 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙡 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧❞

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William Killick x Dylan’s Sister!Reader

Summary:

William had to cross the countryside of Wales to England to save Y/N Thomas from Dylan’s drunken rage, not knowing he would place her in another dangerous territory until it was too late.

Warning(s): SMUT. P in V. Slight age gap (5 years between Reader and William). Possessive!William, and he is dark as well. Mentions of trauma bond, implied abuse (from Dylan). Deaths of Dylan and Vera. Minors, dni! Note: don’t mind my mistakes on trauma bond and separation anxiety :(. Trauma bonding was discovered in 1980s, and I’m only using the part of emotional addiction, dependency and trust in trauma bonding due to how William ensures being her safety net. Therefore, pretend the knowledge of trauma bonding and secondhand trauma exists in 1940s, and I would be implying modern therapy in this fic in order for this to work due to how horrible therapy was in 1940s especially with women. As much as I adore sweet William, I absolutely love dark version of him as well.

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1947

The fire was blazing in its warmth, as if there was nothing smothering it, casting a soft orange glow around the room, leaving the corners dark and untouched at the cottage.

He was sitting down on gaudy furniture, holding a tumbler of amber liquid, observing the movement of light.

He was aware of her standing by the doorway, he knew she was feeling out of place at the moment as he felt the weight of her gaze as it landed on him.

He couldn't stand the scrutiny he could feel radiating off her.

In response to the tension, his fingers tightened around the glass, only to release his grip slightly when he heard a subtle echo in her footsteps.

"We need to talk, William." She whispered.

The words carried to his ears, sounding afraid the words that held so much weight would pierce the world that surrounded them.

It could.

That night when he had returned to the very town in England that caused him nothing but bitterness of the memories that were lost a long ago, swearing to the bottom of his heart that he was going to protect Y/N from her brother to ensure she would live.

Vera had told him that Y/N sent a letter to her, pleading for her help to save her from the alcoholic rage her brother would have ever since losing Vera.

He had only met her briefly during Dylan Thomas’ birthday celebration at the pub where they frequented before he left for the war. She was pretty, but timid that he barely paid any attention to her presence.

He left his warm kitchen that night, leaving the imprint of the memory at the kitchen table and the chair, not knowing it would change everything he thought he had known.

The world was fleeting. Regimes rise and fall, he tended not to be fazed by it especially after the war. Tyrants still exist to this day, ruling with an iron fist along with kings and queens representing a lie as figureheads to politics and scheming. Another way to say the world had gone to shit, but God, she was beautiful.

He had saved her just in time, reaching for her floating head in the clawed bathtub. Her hair was floating covering his hands as he pulled her out of the tub, her face revealed black and violet prints.

Ethereal beauty, as if she was a siren beckoning him despite the flaws of the abuse her brother had put her through.

He then took her away after giving her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, turning her body over as her body rejected the liquid. Away from the life she had lived, away from the ones that caused her nightmares.

Leaving everything behind with little regards.

He also left Dylan on the floor, drunken with drool leaking out from the side of his mouth before leaving the house on fire along with a hole in his head where it should’ve been the first time, he had attempted to shoot him. Fortunately, Caitlin and her children were out of town when it happened.

It was a secret he was going to carry to his grave if there was ever one for him.

His little need to protect his love from the horrors of the world had consumed him especially after what she had gone through. It was a parasite borne out of the need after witnessing her experiencing the near brush with death that night several moons ago.

What he had failed to calculate in his need to protect her, is how he was not able to protect her from the one person who served the biggest threat to her life.

Him.

The one person he had thought would've been her brother.

Oh, but he was mistaken.

He was wrong.

It was him all along.

Now there was an obsession that was highly volatile. A need to own her every move, every sweet gaze that he only wanted to her sweet eyes straight at him. He wanted to own it, every beautiful piece of her and leave nothing else for the rest of the world to have.

Of course, he had tried to control himself as best as he could; However, he could not outrun his impatience despite telling himself that he could.

There are some things he could carry patience for and there are things he could not.

He protected her from the world, but he couldn't protect her from him.

He was done trying to control the monster crawling out of his soul to consume her.

She could have his heart if she had the stomach to take it, even when he had already given it to her that night.

She trusted him, he knew that. However, her trust she blindly bestowed on him would severely damage if she had found out the truth he held from her.

The reasoning why Vera was gone in the middle of the night as well.

Y/N, for all of the generous parts of her, needed to help him to take care of his child Rowatt.

It had been six months since he had committed an act of murder against Vera who was buried far away that no one would think to find her body and kept it like a secret in the form of an oath.

It wasn't until one night the dynamic between them had changed when she came to him in the middle of the night, and confessed she was having a nightmare.

It wasn't until she quietly begged him to stay in the same bed as her. Begging him implicitly to taunt his monster that resided in his soul.

Being susceptible to sweet charm of hers, he gave in.

After it was all said and done, he knew it by then. Even prior to her going in town to meet up with a psychiatrist, he held it from her.

He had kept his distance, at least a foot between them, so stiff the tension taunted him of how close she was and yet so far at the same time.

Somehow, she grabbed his hand, tugging his arm with all of her strength which ended up with him rolling over and laid his arm across her waist from behind, keeping a respectful touch to it.

All she had said was the word please.

Needless to say, his control over the beast that resided in him snapped.

He pulled back enough to guide the tip of his cock to her entrance before sliding right in. He nearly growled as her wet, molten walls stretched open to envelope his cock, struggling against his girth, but accepting the intrusion eventually.

Her hand shot back to grab onto his thigh, trying to keep him from going too deep, but he had no intentions of holding back now that he was inside her.

He enclosed her wrist with his fingers, guiding her hand towards her chest before wrapping his arms around her and held her tightly.

"Love," he purred his pet name for her into her ear as his hips met hers. "This is mine," he murmured as his breath kissed her ear.

He could hear her gasping and felt her shuddering in his arms, his eyes falling shut as he withdrew slightly before thrusting again, incredibly slow but as deep as he could from this position.

He'd imagined this in his mind and in his dreams whenever he slept, for so long and now that he had her...he couldn't ever let her go. Finally caught in his golden cage, a wild bird that would still sing.

Every inch of her was like heaven, every moan was somehow more beautiful than the last, and all his.

A wild bird that sung beautifully.

"You're doing so well for me, love." He patronized her, growling slightly when he pressed deep into her pussy. His fingers tightened on her hips, dragging her into him as much as he could so the tip of his cock hit the deepest parts of her.

He nearly shuddered when Y/N whined, a long-broken noise, and he leaned towards her neck in response, pressing his lips to her damp skin while trying his best to make her sing again. “You don’t want to wake up Rowatt.” He panted, thrusting faster, and slamming his hips against hers more forcefully.

His keen sense of hearing picked up on her whimper that managed to escape from her lungs, and he groaned through his teeth.

He leaned back slightly before reaching down with his hand to spread her buttocks apart so he could see his cock stretching her out, pushing into her pliant body. The sight of it made his head fall back for a moment, inhaling sharply before he pulled her close again and started thrusting with a brutal force. He reached around and brought two fingers to her clit, rubbing it fiercely as he kept thrusting.

"William," she gasped, arching her back in response.

He hummed a little in approval. "Y/N, you're so beautiful looking like this," he praised, jerking his hips harshly. She cried out and shuddered, pushing herself on his cock, meeting his thrusts. Amused by her desperation, his thrusts slowed down.

She whined and kept going, her buttocks slapping against his hips loudly in a clear desperation. His fingers were still rubbing her bundle of nerves, he could feel her walls starting to clench down on him rhythmically and her body beginning to shake.

He leaned towards her neck, pressing his lips against her skin once more before his lips pulled back, revealing his blunt teeth, he then sank his teeth into the curve of her neck hard as he could to mark her. To ruin her.

The blood dripped into his mouth. It was at the point where he realized his teeth successfully made its mark into her skin that his eyes rolled back into his head.

The absolute second he heard her cry out in alarm, twinged with pleasure as she reached the peak, he grabbed her and rolled both of them over until she was on her stomach, and he was brutally fucking her into the mattress as he still refused to detach from her neck.

He could still feel her pulsing around his length, gripping him tight and pulling him deeper. He withdrew his teeth from her neck, grunting against the mess of her skin.

"Y/N, you feel so exquisite," he purred, pinning her down by the back of her shoulders as he sped up even more. He laughed lightly when he felt her walls weakly fluttering, his balls hitting her swollen clit with each thrust. "You are a needy little thing, wanting more even when I'm tearing you apart," he taunted as he gave a brutal thrust.

She whined in response. "William," she gasped his name, sobbing hoarsely. "Please don't stop..." she moaned weakly as she begged.

"Oh, I won't stop," he assured her. "You'll never have to beg me for it. I will always give you; you have my word on that, Y/N." He murmured darkly, leaning towards her ear. "You take it so good, love. You were made for me."

He could hear her swallowing, "I want us to be real." She confessed softly, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch. The furniture is relatively average, so there was a little room between him and her.

He refused to look at her ever since the truth of their connection had been revealed.

Secondhand Trauma Bonding. Her psychiatrist had called it. He was angry when Y/N came to him about it.

"This type of bond occurred due to emotions you’ve had for me after the night I found you in the bathtub and I didn’t stop you from depending on me. So, whatever we are...we are very much real." He stated in a flat tone, placing the tumbler down onto the coffee table in front of him. "Isn't that enough for us?"

There was a pause. He could hear her heart pounding as she contemplated the words to say to him. "William, I want this to be real, not some...influence from the trauma bond I imposed on you."

"What do you want me to do?" He snapped, asking her with an angry tone as he glared into the fireplace. "The bond is borne from the emotions you’ve experienced from your brother. You couldn’t help but to find a safety net which is me. So if you think it is wrong…" he muttered, trailing off. "I don't know what to do, Y/N. So, tell me, if you do know."

Lie.

He knew how to stop the bond induced by the emotional ordeal from trauma which she had depended on him for, but he simply just did not want to.

"I do." She exhaled softly, wringing her fingers. William had to tramp down the urge to reach across and take her hands into his.

He had a feeling he would not like her next words. "I talked to Caitlin earlier," she hesitated, giving him a brief glance. "She told me that there is a place for me at her home so we could lessen the dependency on the bond we have. That way I can work on myself then…" The rest of the sentence faded out as the noises coming out of her voice droned out as his gaze on the fire grew with an intense focus.

Damn it all to hell. Of course, even when Dylan was already long in ashes, Caitlin Thomas would be the one to start trouble.

He nearly growled, abruptly slamming down the reaction before it could escape from his chest.

He should let her go.

He was a gentleman, he told himself, scoffing internally knowing the truth.

He had to do the right thing and let her go. That way she could get better like she wanted to, that she deserved, then she could come back to him.

He understood where she was coming from. The bond they both shared influenced their separation anxiety that they were rarely apart from each other until one day it all came crashing down. However, his fear of the unknown is gripping him.

He knew of his emotional attachment to her.

He was not afraid of the fact that his feelings might’ve not be real because it was. It occurred right before she even began to depend on him for the bond that existed between them. He was afraid of her feelings for him.

What if it disappeared after the time and distance apart as she worked on herself?

The thought of it washed over him with a ferocious force of anger that it nearly knocked the breath out of him.

The orange glow wavered slightly in the air as if it could feel his anger brimming on the edge through his veins.

He could feel the tendrils of possessiveness wrapping around her, tightening their reins on her fire that was brimming but not roaring enough to break away from the shackles that was him.

She wasn't going anywhere.

Never.

"It's not going to happen, love."

#william killick x y/n #william killick x you #william killick x reader #william killick #the edge of love #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy

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loveaurapearl · 18 days ago

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Wild Life SMP connections to Alice in Wonderland

To say Wild life is crazy would be an understatement. It's a fun, silly, chaotic series and I love it. But something I wanted to analyze it was it's connections to Alice in Wonderland. Now... I'm not the first person to make this connection. I'm sure there are tons of people talking to their friends about it or at least thinking about it, but I wanted to put more thought into the connection.

I first have to make people understand why people make think this season is connected to Alice in Wonderland in the first place. The first reference was obvious, the shrinking and growing mechanic of session one and the randomized food of session 2 being a reference to how Alice could shrink and grow by eating mushrooms. Sure Alice didn't eat dirt to fly, but the Mad Hatter and Marchhair were able to eat their silverware and Alice could float thanks to her dress. Secondly, the wild mechanic itself. Wonderland is a world where anything can happen at any time. Where laws have no meaning and to try and understand Wonderland with logic will only hurt your brian. So a world where each session changes the rules of the world is the closest thing a Minecraft server can be to a Wonderland world. Thridly, the life Series itself somehow matches Alice of Human Sacrifice. Link to Animatic that showed everyone this connection: Alice of Human Sacrifice || Life Series Winners Animatic. The life series has always been about made up rules that are more suggestions, but thanks to the Watchers, these worlds have been twisted into a death game where only one winner remains. This is just the only season that leaned into the Wonderland aspects.

(Note: I'm actually NOT that well versed on Alice in Wonderland. I don't know all the characters and I don't know them that well. I only watched the original animated Disney movie, so if I'm missing any connections, please let me know. I just want to make a discussion.) Now, I will only be using 5 characters in this analysis... mostly because I want this to fit in the post and I don't know Alice in Wonderland that well. Anyway, here are the characters. Alice, the Red and White Queen, a little bit about the Red King, the Catapillar, and finally, the Mad Hatter. (Note: the most I got to say will be the Red and Queen segments and the Grand finale, the Mad Hatter.)

First off, who's Alice? Well... whoever the winner of this season is. Alice in the Life series is always the winner, but what kind Alice they are depends on who wins. There's a reason why I referenced Alice of Human Sacrifice, because it doesn't matter who exactly Alice is. I'm just here to connect the other characters of Alice in Wonderland to the lifers because that's more interesting.

The first one I want to discuss the Queen of Hearts and White Queen. Miss 'Off with their heads' and the other one. (Sorry White Queen, but there's a reason the Red Queen is remembered more.) Now, one might want to give the Queen of Hearts role to Pearl and the White Queen to Gem, after all, Pearl is becoming 5' am Pearl again. It's easy to say the one turning Red is the Queen of Hearts. But the thing is, I think it's the other way around. The Queen of Hearts controls the other people through fear and tactics. She is never questioned and controls the people through an iron fist. Pearl... while her teammates trust her and thanks to session three their relationships have become stronger so she's not alone, but they still aren't fully trusting of her. In fact, none of the other lifers see Pearl as a leader, as someone that they should follow. Sure, they don't want to be on her bad side, but she does not control them. Gem, on the other hand, is in full control over a vast majority of the server. Skizz is on her side, the Tuff Guys are on her side, and Renwood Mound is on her side, Scar is still technically family to Gem and Joel, and Gem has a secret alliance with Lizzie. Sure the other Spanners haven't made full alliances with them yet, and Jimmy has been trying to kill Joel all of session 3, but if I would guess to say who controls the server right now, I'd say Gem? And why does everyone, even guys who are on Red, don't attack her? Because they're terrified of her. She killed so many people in Secret life and it's a shield to her. So, if Gem wants someone to lose their head, it's easy for the other lifers to follow her command, after all, they don't want her to do the same to them.

Now, Joel isn't the Red King of Alice. Yes he is the Red King of Last Life, but that has nothing to do with Alice in Wonderland. The Red King in Alice is a Wimp and while Joel is trying to be nicer, he's not a whimp. I don't know who the Red King is, but I'm 90% sure he's not a lifer and I have no idea what character in Alice Joel would be.

The Catapillar would be Scott, they're just cool dudes who know a lot of things and are smart... I... I just wanted to add this in because Scott is the closest thing to the Catapillar and I thought it was neat and I feel like they fit each other's vibs.

Anyway, the final character I wanted to talk about, and the main reason I made this post in the first place. The Mad Hatter. The goofy, carefree man with a hat...and the Character I'm connecting it to is Scar. It's... just Goodtimeswithscar. From the moment I saw Scar's skin, I thought... hey doesn't he look kind of like the mad Hatter. Okay, he doesn't actually look like him, but it was the first thing that came to my mind other than, omg, Scar's skin is amazing. Scar is a whimsical man who loves Disney, so I couldn't help but connect him to a Disney character based off of Alice in Wonderland, and with Scar's hat, it made it easy to connect which character Scar would be. Scar is a silly, man who does silly things like the Mad Hatter. You could say the Bamboozler's campsite is like the Mad Hatter's tea area. But then... Scar saw red and... he's... he's not doing good. Scar's on Red and he's out for blood. So... Scar's no longer the Mad Hatter right? Because being Red would undo all the connections Scar had to the Mad Hatter, right? Well... no. Because there's a Dark Side of the Mad Hatter, it's just only explored with the Batman villain with same name, but a connection is a connection. After all, there's a reason the Mad Hatter is called the MAD Hatter. Sure, in a lot of adaptations, the Mad Hatter is just a silly guy with his silly hat, but with other adaptations like the Batman villain, we see the full terror that a mad man can be. You sympathize with them, but they're still villains, they still need to be stopped.

Scar... Scar has never been the most sane man. If you saw Scar in the Life Series, you see the full extent of the ruthlessness his mind will go. From trying to extort Ren for the Enchanter by threatening him that he would be the first to go if Scar ever turned Red in Third Life; doing it again to Team Best in Last Life; burning down bases in each season; stealing the Enchanter on multiple occasions, even outside of the life series during Grian's, Joel's, and Scar's 50 hours in HARDCORE challenge run; blowing up a ton of people in Limited life while on Yellow, trying to destroy the Mycelium resistance and making an evil lazer (go rewatch season 7 of Hermitcraft, Scar was the villain despite his denial of the situation), eating BDubs, Etho, Doc, and VintageBeef during season 5 of Hermitcraft (No. I'm being serious. Scar and Cub ate the NHO during season 5. Go watch Scar's season 5 of Hermitcraft, it's amazing for the Convex.), and his Villain arc in Secret life. Secret life was the most notable because he tried so to be nice and hinged during Secret season before the Secret Keeper decided to make him the Villain. As Skizz said to Scar when Scar confessed he was trying his best to be hinged, "THIS YOU BEING HINGED?" Scar isn't a mentally stable man. Grian said it best, "I'M STUCK ON A MOUNTAIN WITH A MADMAN!"

Scar is a madman. He's crazy and dangerous when he wants to be... but Scar also tries his best to be the best version of himself. To be nice, and kind, and sweet. It's why Scar didn't see himself as the Villain of Season 7 even while he was making evil lasers that drilled into the Eath to find the Mycelium Resistance's base. And even then he still denied he was a Villain until after the war was over.

Scar is the perfect depiction of both sides of what the Mad Hatter is. He's silly, he's whimsical, and charming. But he's also dangerous, vicious, and cruel. Not only that, but he's a Hatter. In Season 8, he made a hat factory for everyone. Scar is LITERALLY a Mad Hatter.

So yeah, I just wanted to give my thoughts. Hope you like them, and if you have any other lifers you want to connect to Alice in Wonderland and Wild life, make your own post. It'll be fun.

#life series #goodtimeswithscar #geminitay #pearlescentmoon #dangthatsalongname #scott smajor #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #wild life smp #alice in wonderland #mad hatter #queen of hearts

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hannahp0calypse · 1 year ago

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>You are the THE LAST KING OF THE JACKALOPES

And finally, after your years of tireless searching, you have found Her.

Your nemesis. The one who cut down your people, razed your kingdom, shattered your throne.

DYER WOLF, THE ROYAL BLOODLETTER

Your heart trembles with a mixture of fear and anticipation. But you've come prepared for this battle. You reach for your weapon, tempered to strike Her down once and for all.

#the last king of the jackalopes #im experimenting a bit here lemme have fun #hannah does drawing

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raven · 10 months ago

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every single fight no matter how big or small has a story behind it that's why when it comes to Tekken and the king of Iron Fist tournament there's one hell of a story to tell in Tekken 8 Jin Kazama will face off against his father kazuya Mishima for the last time kazuya is threatening global domination and since jin is the only other person who possesses the devil Gene as well he may be the only chance the world has left but how did we even get to this point what the hell is a devil Gene and why do these Fathers and Sons keep throwing each other off cliffs well it revolves around these three men heihachi Mishima his son kazuya Mishima and his son Jin Kazama when kazuya was just 5 years old his father heihachi feared the boy possessed the devil Gene which has passed down through generations to the bearer's children it allows the host to transform into a winged demon that possesses Incredible strength and power so heihachi did what any loving father would do threw kazuya off this Cliff to see if he would survive and survive he did kazuya would spend the next 21 years training to become a deadly fighter the hatred he harbored for his father fueling his motivations ultimately kazuya would defeat heihachi and become the first king of iron fist tournament champion and then in a moment of poetic justice would throw his father off a cliff years later we find Kazuya has turned even more Sinister than his father was but it brings us to the one woman who saw the potential good in kazuya animal rights activist Jun Kazama together they would have a child the third piece of this patricidal puzzle Jin Kazama Jin grew up without knowing his father and after tragedy suddenly befell his mother Jin sought out his grandfather and would be trained in the Mishima fighting Ways by none other than heihachi Mishima ever the opportunist and knowing Jin possessed the devil Gene heihachi would use Jin until ultimately betraying his grandson shooting him at Point Blank Range in the face however death was not for jin and what would kill any other man would trigger what had laid dormant in Jin until that moment and Devil Jin was born since then these three men have waged war against each other time and time again this is until the most recent tournament where kazuya faced off against his father heihachi for the final time by taking his life and throwing the body into a volcano like only a Mishima can which brings us to now kazuya's complete global control is almost at hand and his power is seemingly unchecked however now fully healed from his own battles jin has resurfaced and is focused on stopping his father to become not just the newest champion of the king of iron fist tournament but possibly the savior of all mankind too in teken eight fist meets fate

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deadlypincers · 7 months ago

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The reason I love the Bird Trio/HwoaJinXiao polycule so much is because throughout the Tekken story, from part 3 onwards, Jin has mostly been alone and faced many challenges and hardships. It was difficult without his mother's guidance and even harder after Heihachi's betrayal. However, there are two people who have stuck with him and remained the closest to the very end...

Hwoarang and Xiaoyu.

Hwoarang

Hwoarang and Jin first met as teenagers on the streets of Seoul when Heihachi took Jin with him on a bussines trip. At the time, Hwoarang was a gang leader and has likely crossed path with Jin in an attempt to take a money from him, seeing how rich the young Kazama was. He didn't expect Jin to refuse, let alone resist in a great way, as he thought of him as nothing more than a rich spoiled brat, which the latter soon proved him wrong. After their fight ended up in a draw - something that happened to Hwoarang for the first time in his whole life - it sparked something big between them.

At surface level, it looked like a simple rivalry, like any other. However, Hwoarang was the only one who really pushed their rivalrly, demanding that rematch from Kazama over and over, every time they met, but Jin did not take it seriously, nor did he want to fulfil his rival's request at the time as he was focused on getting revenge on the Ogre, leaving Hwoarang frustrated.

After the events of the third King of Iron Fist Tournament, Jin goes missing, leaving the readhead with many questions, and as the time went by, Hwoarang found himself burning with a desire to get the rematch he demanded ever since he lost that day. Fast forward to the 8th KOIF Tournament, Jin and Hwoarang faced off each other again, reingniting that spark of their rivarly from their very first days of the tournament and finding the purpose of it once again.

The rivalry is one-sided for the most of the time being, as Hwoarang is the one who initiates the fight, and Jin being the representative of calm and peaceful Kazama path, so he did not bother with his redhead rival's constant demands. However, in Tekken 8, Jin has finally come to terms with his rivalry with Hwoarang and jas started to reciprocate the need for fight, as seen in their special intro where he says: "Come at me with all you've got." This indicates that he's in a much better mental state and he's willing to play along with his friend and rival, which Hworang accepts happily. They show affection for each other in mutliple different ways, mainly through their fights where they passionately display their will to come out on top and keep the fighting spirit ignited all the way through. Jin respects Hwoarang as his rival indeed, as it can be seen in their Tekken 5 rival battle cutscene, where Jin responds with "no" after Hwoarang asks him if there is somone stronger than him.

Of course, as I am a great fan of "rivals to friends to lovers" trope, the way these two interact made me feel many things about them.

Xiaoyu

Xiaoyu met Jin when he enrolled in the Mishima Polytech High. Being a jolly and extroverted girl with a kind heart, she saw how different and lonesome the young Kazama felt in the school, so she took the matter into her own hands and tried to approach Jin... and it worked.

The tragedy at Jin's home in Yakushima left Jin feeling hopeless and vulnerable for so long, so a person like Xiaoyu was a ray of light that had shown up right after the storm. Xiaoyu's main defining trait was her undying hope and determination and it was that which made her and Jin become close. We can also see Jin call her simply "Xiao" which indicates their close bond and informality that vanished as the result of the relationship developed.

Prior to the fourth King of Iron Fist tournament, as Jin was missing at the time, someone had sent Xiaoyu an email where they warned her about the nefarious plans of Heihachi Mishima, whose protegé she was. It is very implied that it had been Jin, as he had been planning to destroy the Mishimas bloodline along with him at that time. Later in Tekken 5, he warns Xiao to stay away from him and the Mishimas until he deals with Jinpachi, as another sign of him caring about her just as much as Hwoarang.

All up to the events of Tekken 8, Xiaoyu, with her friend Panda, has been in an endless pursuit of searching for Jin, as she was worried and frustarted with everything going on. Just like Hwoarang, she was in disbelief when she heard that it was the young Kazama who started the war, as she knew him way better than everyone else (with a little exception of Hwoarang). Not once did Xiaoyu think of giving up and she chose her allies carefully (Claudio, Zafina) in order to succeed.

Jin and Xiaoyu are each other's biggest supporters and they are the textbook definition of soulmates, as they both know what the other desires and they push one another to success.

TL;DR

Hwoarang and Xiaoyu are the only two people besides Jun that can inspire and move Jin in their own different ways. Hwoarang evokes Jin's fighting spirit and passion, while Xiaoyu brings out his compassion and kindess.

And this is the main reason why I ship them all together, and no amount of money or ridicule is ever gonna make me stop.

The end. ＼(^_^)／

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geekedoutbunny · 1 year ago

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Redson x Human Female Reader

Chapter 1.., , 2 , 3 NFSW , 4.. 5.., 6.. , 7.. ,

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You, Princess Iron Fan, and Redson all stood before the chest. The chains on it glowed blue and the eye sockets glowed the same color. In the center was a lock but the keyhole was strange-looking. You stood on Redson's right side, your hands in the pockets of your sweatpants, a worried look on your face as you stared at the ominous chest. The ground vibrated when Demon Bull King stepped up from behind you all. You watched as he approached the chest, an evil yet cocky smirk on his face as he looked down at it. He reached forward, his sharp nail barely making contact with the lock as he spoke in pride. "Finally." He said before a shining light shined and he was pushed back with a confused grunt.

You looked over at him in confusion and shock before you looked back over at the chest and you saw a blue seal appear for a second before it vanished once more. You blinked in question as you thought over the symbols but the sudden shout of demon bull king made you jump. He shouted in rage his eyes blank in blind rage as he punched the chest, the blue seal appearing once more allowing you to get a good look at it. You, Redson, and Princess Iron Fan watched silently as DBK's punches picked up speed before he began slashing at the seal with frustration. "ANOTHER INFERNAL OBSTICAL KEEPING ME FROM MY DESTINY!!" He shouted as he continued his angry punches. He landed one more punch on the seal before everything went quite.

You watched closely waiting for something to happen, but in the blink of an eye, Redson wrapped his arms around you and he held you tight to his chest as he shielded your body with his right before an explosion of DBK's power pushed out making all of his minions go flying as they screamed. Your eyes closed tight as you held onto Red tightly, you could feel the hot wind blowing past you making you hold on tighter to Redson. It was soon over, the winds settled down and the green light vanished. You didn't open your eyes until you felt Redson pulling back from you, you looked around seeing dust floating past you. You looked over at the chest seeing the blue seal still glowing before it vanished once more.

"Patients, My Love." Princess Iron Fan whispered, her voice still loud enough for you all to hear. You silently agreed with her, because you honestly didn't want that chest to get open. If the seal is that powerful, shouldn't whatever is inside stay there? But DBK didn't take her words in kind as he turned towards her quickly, his large fist balled up as he glared down at her in raw anger. "I'VE BEEN PAITCENT LONG ENOUGH!!" I NEED THAT POWER!!" He shouted as he stepped closer to her. She gasped at his sudden outburst, and you felt Redson tense up next to you, he hated watching his parents fight, and watching his father get all aggressive with his mother so suddenly must've made him get into a slight defensive mode. You rubbed his arm and shoulder in comfort as you both watched her cautiously eyed him as she walked around him and towards the chest.

She placed her hand on the lock, the blue seal appearing naturally, she stood there a little longer before she grunted in frustration. "The power that crafted this tomb, is beyond my skill." She spoke with a grunt as she poured power into the seal only to have it repaled. "Without an artifact of equal strength, there's nothing we can do." She said as she turned her back to the chest, a determined yet angry glare in her eyes as she looked up at DBK. "We're locked out." She finished. You stared at her with a worried look before you relaxed with relief. 'Thank goodness, now maybe they'll bury it and forget all about it.' You thought. You looked around, suddenly realizing that Redson wasn't next to you anymore. "NOT FOR LONG!!" Came his confident voice. You looked over at PIF and you sighed when you saw Red. 'Dammit Red.' You thought in annoyance. PIF stared at him with an unamused face and you honestly couldn't blame her.

You watched as he swiped his hand through the air, 'dramatically of course' making holograms of several screens appear. You'll never get over seeing it, it'll always be so cool when they do that. "All we need is a key." He explained, like it was the most simplest and most logical thing in the world, and apparently, it was just that simple. "And look what I found." He said, his voice laced with pride. You watched as several smaller yet visible pictures appeared showing off a location before the key appeared. You walked closer to the group, stepping past DBK as you stood next to Red. You eyed the strange key, seeing the strange shape of it. The skull at the bottom of it made you feel uneasy as you looked up at the chest, the skull's eye sockets glowed a brighter blue and the sound of whispering sounded through.

You sighed in boredom for the thousandth time, scrolling through your phone, liking photos, laughing at videos, making funny short posts, reacting to weird videos and even reading some fanfiction. Your feet were up on the dashboard, your seat leaning back so you could be comfortable. You turned off your phone and you laid it down on your stomach. If you knew you were going to be this bored you would've taken your chance and stayed at the Bull Family home, cooped up in your room and trying to sleep. You rolled your eyes as you looked up at the building in front of you. "The Delivery Boy's apartment is honestly so depressing looking." You said aloud to yourself as you made idle observations of it for the hundredth time. You perked up when you saw an explosion. "Finally, looks like he finally got home." You said as you watched what little action you could see.

However, it didn't last long as you saw fire shoot up into the sky and the sound of Redson's laughter sounded out making you sit properly in your seat, adjusting it back to an upright position as you put your seatbelt on. By the time you got your seatbelt on, the truck heated up to an ungodly temperature as an orange glow lit up the truck. You looked up and you squinted at the bright orange flames of Redson as he came in through the diver's window. The flames morphed into his body and he flopped on the seat taking away the bright light and the heat with it. You sighed as the truck began cooling down watching Redson shift the truck into gear, his foot hitting the gas and he was off. He hummed a cute little tune, looking proud of himself as his other arm hung out the window. You watched in worry as the cars were pushed and spun out of the way as Redson plowed through the traffic.

You used to fuss him out about it and he isn't so prone to running others over as much as he used to, but he was in a rush this time around so you allowed him to get away with it this time. You looked out your side mirror and your eyes widened when you saw green lightning. You looked over at Redson, seeing that he hadn't noticed it yet. You gulped as you tightened your seatbelt, sticking your phone in your pocket as you readied yourself for the chaos that was sure to break out. "I should've stayed home." You muttered. Redson hummed at your words as he kept his eyes on the road. "Hmm, what was that darli- HUUG!!" He stopped mid-sentence as he just happened to look out his side mirror, doing a double take as he gasped dramatically at the scene behind him. You dared to look out your own side mirror, seeing the same motorcyclist from the race hovering in the air, her helmet gleaming in determination.

Redson leaned further out the window to look back at her so that he could rant to her. Your hand shot out and you instinctually grabbed the steering wheel to keep the truck stable. "CAN'T YOU AND YOUR LITTLE PEASANT FRIENDS LET ME PLOT IN PEACE, JUST ONE TIME!!?" He ranted, halfway threw he let go of the steering wheel, his anger clouding his judgment and you honestly couldn't blame him, it wasn't often that he took you with him on one of his little 'plans to dominate the world.' He could take these types of risks when he was alone, he was guaranteed survival since he was a demon, but you were just human, one mistake and it was all over. You kept a tight grip on the wheel before he turned back around and took back over the wheel. You pulled your hand away as you grabbed onto your seatbelt with an iron grip, flames shot from his eye sockets, making you nervous as you watched him press buttons on a yellow screen, shifting gears once more before his foot slammed down on the gas giving it more speed.

The speed of the truck made you sink back into your seat further as you watched the scene before you became a blurry mess. You screamed when the truck suddenly spun around, making you both drive backward. Your heart hammered away in your chest as you saw the motorcyclist before you, your eyes wide with fear as you looked into her dark helmet. She seemed to perk up at the sight of you, you waved but it didn't last long before you were distracted by Redson. "Take off your seatbelt, trust me you don't want to be in that seat for this." He said. You didn't question it as you took off your seat belt and you were immediately pulled into his lap. You didn't understand what was happening but you didn't question it as you got comfortable in his lap your arms locked around his neck. You looked back at your seat and you stared in confusion when it went above your head.

You looked up, seeing a hole where Redson's seat was before your seat pulled over closing the hole. You watched on in confusion your eyes shifting all around you as you heard metal shifting and unhending. Suddenly you both spun once more and you felt the truck bounce some before the entire truck suddenly went flying. You looked back over Redson's shoulder seeing the shell of the truck spin as it flew before it landed. You saw the motorcycle jerk out of the way and you sighed in relief. You didn't want to be in the area of a death, especially behind some old key. You looked around yourself and your brown arched. 'Isn't this... Redson's race car?' You thought. You looked over at Redson seeing him with his helmet on. 'Yup, it is.' You thought. He suddenly chuckled as he looked over his shoulder, he kept a hand over the steering wheel but it was still enough to make you nervous as you grabbed the steering wheel just in case.

"So long, Dragon... Horse girl... Hehehe, here's a tip, next time pick one animal in- OOF!!" "AHHHH!!" You screamed as a giant pole suddenly landed in front of the car causing you both to crash into it. You both went flying into the air still moving forward as you were lunched from the car. Fear gripped you at your throat as you watched the ground travel at a high speed below you. "I SHOULD'VE STAYED HOME!!!" You screamed as you neared the ground, but the feeling of strong arms wrapping around you snapped you from your fears as red covered your vision. Redson held you in his arms tightly trying to cover you as much as he could with his body as he skied and bounced along the ground. The sound of his breath huffing from his lungs made you cringe in worry as you clung to his coat, you grunted as you felt you both bounce off the ground, his body took the brunt of the force but it was still enough to give you aches and pains.

You and Redson finally landed with a harsh ski on the ground making him grunt as his grip on you tightened, the sound of metal clinging to the ground caught your attention and you looked up from his chest seeing the cursed key bounce a few feet in front of you. You glared at the cursed item, blaming it for all this mayhem. You flinched some in shock when two black shoes suddenly landed before you and a hand swiped the key up. "SO!! Looks like you've reached the end of the line, Redson." He said, you looked up at him, seeing the same guy from the race. "Delivery Boy." You muttered relief filling you as you watched him toss the key in his palm. You looked behind him and you saw the girl take her helmet off a frown on her face as she glared at Redson. She seemed to notice you, the look of relief on your face as you saw MK with the key made her arch her brow but she said nothing.

MK suddenly stopped tossing the key as he looked down at it curiously. "What were you even going to do with this thing anyway?" He asked. The blue chest came to your mind and you shuddered at the thought of it. There was a short silence among you all when a woman's voice sounded through suddenly. "Why spoil the surprise?" She said, you all jumped in surprise as you all looked over, seeing PIF standing on a small building. She seemed pleased as she gave a small smile as she pointed at the key.

"Now hand the key over, and quit wasting my time." She said, you all stared at her for a moment but it wasn't long before you heard the sound of the ground cracking under pressure before MK and Mei shot off over your and Redson's heads. PIF was quick to summon her fan, deflecting MK's attack from his pole. Mei jumped on the wall behind her, using MK as a distraction to try and get PIF from behind but she narrowly missed when PIF pushed MK back while also dodging her. They both pulled back for a moment before they both began attacking her, their movements like a blur before they suddenly stopped, the sound of a gong sounded out when their weapons clashed with the fan, and with a good swing, PIF was able to knock them both back into the building behind you and Redson making the key fall from MK's pocket.

The key bounced on the ground, landing in front of you and Redson, you stared at it in horror while Redson stared in glee as he hurriedly sat up, pushing you off with enough force to make you roll off of him as he scrambled for the key. You rolled on the ground for a second before you stood up, but it wasn't long before Redson grabbed your hand and rushed off with you toward his mother. PIF floated down gracefully, the winds surrounding her making her garments float. "Come Redson, we have things to do." She said as she stabbed her fan into the ground. Redson spun around letting your hand go in the process as you stubbled back behind him placing you between him and his mother. You and PIF watched him do a ridiculous pose as he shouted in victory. " THANKS FOR THE KEY, LOSERS!!" You gave him a sheepish smile while PIF shook her head before her winds picked up teleporting you all back to the lair.

You stood next to Redson as the lair appeared around you all, the winds dissipated, and you looked around and saw DBK getting up from his throne an expectant glare on his face as he approached you all. You watched silently as PIF held her hand out to Redson and he gave her the key which she then gave to DBK. It was silent as he turned toward the ominous chest the key gleaming in his hand as he held it up for a moment before he placed it in front of the keyhole. You all watched as the key suddenly changed shape and it floated into the lock unlocking the chest. You all stared with bated breaths, You reached over and you grabbed Redson's arm, your fingers digging into the cloth of his sleeve. The blue seal appeared once more but this time it dissipated, but it wasn't long before the lock shattered and a bright light shone through as a powerful wind blasted out. You clung onto Redson tightly but it was pretty fruitless as he began to get pushed back.

He grunted as he clung to you tightly while he tried to fight against the wind but it was useless as he continued to slide back getting picked up by the wind, you both shouted in panic as you both went flying back. Just like before he tried to shield your body as much as he could with his as he bounced along the ground, luckily was wasn't such a long drop as he was able to get a grip on the stone below him. He held you close to him for a while until the wind calmed down, he loosened his grip on you allowing you to lay on your stomach while under him allowing you both to watch from a distance. The doors to the chest slid open and Redson stood up in curiosity to see what was inside, you lay there a little longer before you sat up on your knees. "Red... Be careful." You cautioned as you watched in wonder and worry. He continued to step towards the chest until he was next to it.

"B-bones?" He gasped out. You held your breath your hand coming up to your heart. 'It made sense now why Lady Iron Fan called it a 'Tomb'.' You thought. But Redson didn't seem to be bothered with it as he sounded rather upset. "I-it's just... bones!?" He said irritation laced in his voice as he spoke. You sat there for a moment, calming yourself down as you looked down at your lap. 'Guess I was worried about nothing.' You thought as you smiled tiredly, you were snapped from your thoughts when Redson suddenly shouted. "AHH!!" He shouted you looked up in worry as you watched him grunt in annoyance and disgust as he waved his foot around trying to get a blue light off his foot. You watched in curiosity as he fought with the blue blob. 'It looks like a soul kind of.' You thought as you watched it and Redson.

Redson stopped to take a breather as he gasped for air but he paused when he noticed his mother. You looked over at her, seeing her stare up into the air with a slightly worried stare. It made your heart skip a beat as you followed her gaze. You stared on in shock and confusion as you saw chunks of the chest floating in the air, blue markings all over the pieces. There was a sudden gust of wind but instead of pushing you back, it felt like it was sucking you in. You braced yourself on the rocks as you looked around for the source, your eyes widened when you saw it was DBK. He laughed evilly as the blue source was adsorbed into his power bank, the sight of the bull clones suddenly standing up with an unnatural movement caught your attention, you watched as their eyes turned blue almost soulless. You shivered in fear as you hugged yourself, backing up as you watched the scene unfold before you. "Aww man, I knew opening that box was a bad idea." You muttered.

You, Redson, and PIF watched as DBK Lost himself to glee in his newfound powers. The pieces of the chest floating around him, seemed to create a symbol but you couldn't make sense of it. You all watched as the bull clones all got up one by one, their blue soulless eyes staring you all down. The sound of his laughter could be faintly heard mixed with a whisper as it ran out around the caves.

"Freedom."

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coughloop · 2 years ago

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Prototype Jack (プロトタイプ・ジャック Purototaipu Jakku?, in Russian: Прототип Джек) (P. Jack for short) is a playable robot in the Tekken series of fighting games. Prototype Jack was created and designed by Doctor Bosconovitch as the prototype model of the main Jack series. However, after it was stolen by Heihachi Mishima, it was pitted against the main line of Jacks.

Contents

1 Biography

1.1 Personality

1.2 Appearance

1.3 Outfits

2 Story

2.1 Tekken

2.2 Tekken 2

3 Other Appearances

3.1 Tekken: The Motion Picture

3.2 Tekken Tag Tournament

3.3 Namco X Capcom

3.4 Tekken Tag Tournament 2

4 Gameplay

4.1 Fighting Style

4.2 Moves

5 Character Relationships

6 Trivia

7 Gallery

8 References

9 Navigation

Biography

In search of a new, more devastating, weapon, the Russian military began work on the development of androids - superhuman robots built for the purpose of causing destruction. The first step in production was the prototype model of what was to become a line of military robots, which were named "Jack". The prototype was stolen by Heihachi Mishima and his Mishima Zaibatsu, but Russia was still able to produce their main line of Jack robots without the prototype at hand. With the project a success, the first Jack was entered into the King of Iron Fist Tournament. On learning of this, Heihachi entered Prototype Jack into the tournament to face its upgraded counterpart. Prototype Jack was ultimately destroyed by Jack. A couple of years later, the genius Russian scientist, Doctor Bosconovitch, was kidnapped by the new CEO of the Zaibatsu, Kazuya Mishima. Bosconovitch repaired and updated Prototype Jack. After being remodeled and gaining new abilities, Prototype Jack was entered into the second tournament as a rival to the upgraded Jack robot, Jack-2.

It is unknown what happened to Prototype Jack after this. In the non-canonical Tekken Chronicle, some of Prototype Jack's parts, along with parts from Jack and Jack-2, were used in the creation of Gun Jack.[3] Given that Gun Jack inherited some of Prototype Jack's moves, and was partially built in Mishima Industries where Prototype Jack received its upgrades, it is possible that canonically its remains were indeed dismantled and used in the creation of Gun Jack.

Personality

Despite being a robot, Prototype Jack was able to develop some kind of sentience. As a result of being discarded in favor of the main Jack series, it came to resent the Jacks and their creators - the Russian government. As a result, Prototype Jack is an aggressive character, determined to grow stronger and smarter in order to destroy all of its opposition, especially the Jacks, which it sees as potentially obsoleting it and jeopardizing its utility. While silent in battle with the exception of generic grunts and growls, outside of battle Prototype Jack was very vocal about its thirst for strength and intelligence, and frequently practices its newly-learned abilities to the point of perfection to ensure it will never again be defeated.

Appearance

As a prototype model, Prototype Jack's appearance lacks the finesse of the main line of Jacks. In its original appearance, it lacks a human-like torso and arms; its robotic frame is visible and it possesses a pincer and a drill in place of arms. Prototype Jack has a humanoid head, although it is noticeably damaged, and one of its boots is a metal prosthetic. After being remodeled, Prototype Jack gained a new, more distinctive look. It now looks more like the main line of Jack robots, although it lacks the Jacks' skin-like finish; it instead has a shiny, metallic finish. It also now has a rotating hand, a feature which was expanded upon in later releases, allowing it to spin at the waist also.

Outfits

Main Article: Prototype Jack/Outfits

The original build of Prototype Jack wore only green camouflage pants and left the rest of its robotic body exposed. Its second outfit was a bright metal exoskeleton or suit of lightweight body armor, giving it a Robocop-like appearance. After being remodeled for Tekken 2, Prototype Jack received the same outfit of camouflage pants, tank top and combat boots worn by the main line of Jack robots. While these Jacks sport a distinctive Mohawk hairstyle, Prototype Jack differed by wearing sunglasses and a military cap.

Story

Tekken

Version 1: The prototype for Jack was developed in Russia. Since it was just a step in the production, the skin was removed from the mecha. Prototype Jack (or P. Jack, for short) was built only for power, so his power capacity far surpasses that of the completed Jack. The tournament's sponsor, Heihachi Mishima, has entered P. Jack into the contest in order to pit him against Jack.

Version 2: P. Jack is the experimental version of Jack, which Russia developed. As it is only a prototype model, its mechanics are still evident. Its overall balance is bad, but even so, it possesses a power that far exceeds Jack's own. Heihachi has entered Prototype Jack in the tournament to confront Jack, whom it hates.[4]

Tekken 2

Tekken 2 Prototype Jack's Ending

Version 1: After the first King of Iron Fist Tournament, the remains of the first Prototype Jack unit (a first-stage model of the final Jack model) were repaired after almost being destroyed by Jack's rampaging combat abilities. Upon reactivation, P. Jack complained that his alter-ego had received a refit, and he repeated his complaint until his fuel ran out. Now resting in Kazuya Mishima's laboratory, P. Jack was left untouched for months before a back-up fuel supply reactivated him, and once again he began his constant pleas for a new look. To quiet him, Kazuya gave his captured scientist, Doctor Bosconovitch, the task of remodeling the robot.[citation needed]

With a cunning memory change, the doctor managed to convince P. Jack that his new body afforded him superior protection to Jack's, despite it being only a hat and sunglasses. Kazuya is currently goading P. Jack, demanding more programmed maneuvers in time for The King of Iron Fist Tournament 2. Having repeated his fighting moves over and over (to such an extent that the doctor disconnected P. Jack's voice box), P. Jack now feels his next encounter with Jack will have a much different conclusion.[citation needed]

Version 2: Prototype Jack, an android built for military applications. Prototype Jack solicited Kazuya's assistance with upgrades after learning that only its successor, Jack, was making advances in that area, and for reasons beyond its understanding, Kazuya promptly agrees and has Dr. Bosconovitch comply with the androids request. Unbeknownst to it, the only changes made were to its outer shell, which was now armor plated. Prototype Jack despises both Jack and its developers, namely Russia. Recent overwrites of its own CPU has resulted in memory loss, causing Prototype Jack even more grief.[5]

Ending Description: Prototype Jack traverses a tunnel and emerges from the shadows into a chamber with a vertical opening. P. Jack turns on the boosters in its legs and rises upward, into the sky. As it flies away, it explodes and three screws drop back onto the ground.

Other Appearances

Tekken: The Motion Picture

In Tekken: The Motion Picture, three Prototype Jack robots are programmed to protect the labs in which Lee Chaolan and Heihachi Mishima had their test subjects hidden. There comes a point in time where the three Prototype Jacks and Jack-2, along with Lei Wulong, have a battle in the middle of the lab.

Tekken Tag Tournament

Tekken Tag Tournament Prototype Jack Ending

Prototype Jack appeared in Tekken Tag Tournament as a playable character.

Ending Description: Prototype Jack and Gun Jack are standing facing each other. They nod to each other in unison, then turn to face the screen. They then both lift their arms and fly up into the sky, performing a synchronized version of one of their win poses. This ending takes place at Paul's stage.

Namco X Capcom

Prototype Jack appeared in Namco X Capcom as an enemy character. It first appears in Chapter 14, along with a second Prototype Jack, as part of Waya Hime's army, when she attempts to ambush Bravoman and Jin Kazama.

Tekken Tag Tournament 2

Prototype Jack appeared as a playable character in Tekken Tag Tournament 2, sporting the same look it received in Tekken 2 and the original Tekken Tag Tournament. Its fighting style is very similar to Jack-6's, although it has a slightly different moveset, making use of its rotating hand and torso.

Profile: The first incarnation of the JACK series, developed by Russian engineers. Hoping to be upgraded along with his fellow JACK units, P. Jack had Dr. Bosconovitch add rotating arms and torso, as well as flight capabilities, to his frame. He is generally well-balanced in all regards, but his strength exceeds previously developed JACK units. He runs on gasoline.[6]

Tekken Tag Tournament 2 Prototype Jack Ending

Ending Description: An enormous Prototype Jack is being built in a construction lab by many regular Prototype Jacks. A regular Prototype Jack walks toward to the large robot and stares at it. The body of the robot under construction opens and steps descend from its torso. P. Jack enters into the stomach of the robot and sits down at a control panel. It activates the robot and prepares to launch with a countdown while the other Prototype Jacks leave the perimeter. Just as the giant P. Jack launches, a regular Prototype Jack rushes back into frame holding up a large screw. It desperately waving to the pilot in an attempt to get iy to abort the (incomplete) giant P. Jack's launch. The pilot, however, misinterprets the worker's actions as a simple good-bye wave, and does a thumbs up. The Prototype Jacks on the ground are left to watch helplessly as the giant P. Jack launches, rising high into the air before exploding, after which three screws fall back into the hangar.

Gameplay

All Jack robots embody the huge, slow and powerful fighter archetype: they need only a few solid hits to destroy an opponent, but they're very slow and their limited moveset can be predictable, so they require good timing to play well. Jacks deal good damage and possess good pokes and throws, but their real advantage comes from the long range of many of their attacks - most of their punishers are able to hit from afar.

In Tekken Tag Tournament 2, Prototype Jack returned with its moveset changed to be more similar to Jack-6's. There are some differences between the two - Prototype Jack utilizes its spinning limb related moves, while Jack-6 possesses extendable arms - but their core gameplay is essentially the same. Prototype Jack also has moves used by previous Jack models that Jack-6 no longer has.

Fighting Style

While other characters utilize Martial Arts, what Jack robots do is best described as "using brute force to annihilate the opponent", and their fighting style is listed as "Brute Force" accordingly. Prototype Jack is no exception.

Moves

Prototype Jack Moves

Prototype Jack/Tekken Movelist

Prototype Jack/Tekken 2 Movelist

Prototype Jack/Tekken Tag Tournament Movelist

Prototype Jack/Namco X Capcom Movelist

Prototype Jack/Tekken Tag Tournament 2 Movelist

Character Relationships

Dr. Bosconovitch - Its original creator and also its remodeler in Tekken 2.

The Jack series - P. Jacks more advanced successors and rivals whom it hates. Defeated by Jack and possibly destroyed by Jack-2.

Kazuya Mishima - Ordered Dr. Bosconovitch to remodel it for Tekken 2.

Heihachi Mishima - Entered P. Jack to fight the main Jack in the first tournament, either for Heihachi's own amusement or as defense against the perceived threat of Jack - although Jack's true target was Kazuya, not Heihachi. It is unclear how Heihachi managed to steal P. Jack from the Russians.

Trivia

General:

Prototype Jack is the only Jack model that doesn't have plutonium blood; instead, it has gasoline in its 'veins'.

P. Jack is also the only Jack robot that has competed in more than one canonical tournament in the Tekken universe, although there is a large difference between its appearance in Tekken and Tekken 2.

Unlike the other earlier Jack models, Prototype Jack is fitted with a rocket booster built into its leg. P. Jack's internal support system can provide up to three "detonations" to the booster.

P. Jack's arm and body are somewhat "loose", as it can spin its hand freely without limitation. This trait has remained unchanged since the first game, when a drill was present in place of its right hand.

Tekken 2

If P.Jack loses a final round in Tekken 2 due to Time Up, it will faint on the continue screen in the same manner as a losing character on Time Up in the original Tekken. This animation also occurs in Tekken Tag Tournament even without a Time Up, and is also used by Roger and Alex in both games.

Tekken Tag Tournament

As of Tekken Tag Tournament, it is shown that P. Jack's left hand and torso can also rotate, as seen in its moves Drill Upper and Tornado Cutter. Gun Jack also retained the spinning hand mechanism when performing the Ground Zero throw; however later models, such as Jack-5, do not have a spinning hand during this move.

Tekken Tag Tournament 2

If Prototype Jack is idle for about six seconds, it will shut down and reboot itself.

Prototype Jack's Tekken Tag Tournament 2 ending is a re-imagining of its Tekken 2 ending.

Prototype Jack, along with Jack-2, Gun Jack, Jaack-4, and Jack-6 are the only Jack robots to appear in more than one game.

Prototype Jack's Item Move has it grab the opponent with a crane and uses it to spin them around before launching them away. This can also be used against mid-air opponents.

Gallery

Prototype Jack/Gallery

References

^ a b c d e f g h i https://www.bandainamcoent.co.jp/cs/list/tekken2/pjack.html

^ P. Jack's official TTT2 profile

^ Tekken Chronicle, p. 70

^ Tekken Zaibatsu Tekken 1 character profiles

^ Tekken Zaibatsu Tekken 2 character profiles.

^ Tekken Tag Tournament 2 Wii U profile.

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1. A member of the landed gentry, being targeted by (1d4): 1. A fellow lord looking to expand their own holdings. 2. A former secret lover whom they have scorned. 3. A group of peasants whom they are subjugating. 4. A higher ranking member of the nobility whose policies they have opposed.

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THE GRASP OF GILDED STRINGS - Chapter 14: "The Curfew Bells are Ringing"

SUMMARY: Through violence and bloodshed, Donquixote Doflamingo carved out a world of his own making. Now someone is mending the broken toys of Dressrosa with gold — and they did not ask the king of the island for permission. In a land he rules with an iron fist, this small act of rebellion cannot go unchallenged...but for all his schemes and plans, Doflamingo was unprepared to meet the woman behind the gold. Through dogged determination, Saffron engineered a quiet place for herself in the kingdom of Dressrosa. She is content in her self-imposed isolation, because solitude means safety when you have an ability like hers. Too bad she’s been noticed by the one man who could destroy her hard-won way of life. Mending broken toys seemed an act of mercy. Now Saffron can only hope the king of Dressrosa will show her the same. (Doflamingo/OC. Explicit content. Unhealthy relationship. Doffy corrupts. This is not a redemption story.)

TAGS & CONTENT WARNINGS for Chapter 14

MAIN LINK: Read the full story on AO3

PAIRINGS: Doflamingo/Original Character

RATING: E(xplicit) (MDNI, 18+)

WORD COUNT: 16k for chapter 14

GENRE: Dark Romance

FANDOM: One Piece

TAGS: Power Imbalance, Power Dynamics, Original Character(s), Character Driven Plot, Romance, Doflamingo is a horrible person and he will not be redeemed, Corruption, falling in love with a villain, Emotional Manipulation, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Sex, Kintsugi Devil Fruit, Harems, Murder, Stalking, Spying

WARNINGS: Rated E for adult content & canon-typical violence

EXCERPT from CHAPTER 14:

After his return to the shores of Dressrosa, Doflamingo watched Saffron approach the palace gates every morning from the lofty height of the throne room. Every day he sent Baby 5 to ensure Saffron made it safely up Pica’s stone elevator...not that he had left the goldsmith much choice in the matter. Doflamingo had already sent workers to her horrible barn to collect Saffron’s spinning wheel and other materials the day after he declared she would be permanently moving her work to the palace. She had protested, of course, but those protests had died after he reminded her of the truth they established the day prior when they reunited in her horrible barn.

“My world,” he’d told her.

“Your world,” she’d conceded with eyes averted.

And that was the end of that discussion, despite the adorable pout Saffron sported as she surveyed the workers collecting her spinning wheel. Her expression did little to sway him. He’d just laughed at her, patting her head when they carted the items away, delighted when she swatted at his hand like a kitten pawing a wolf.

Her mood improved when she saw her new workspace, of course. The pill became a little easier to swallow, he imagined, when you chased it with a spoonful of luxury. Spacious and bright, the converted suite with its high windows overlooking Dressrosa was fit for any visiting monarch, and it had housed more than one such figure over the years of Doflamingo’s reign. Now, though, it housed everything a workman like Saffron could ask for, and then some. A private courtyard, multiple chambers for storage or workshops, even a private bath…and the neighboring rooms were rarely occupied, bordering a shared courtyard with a trickling fountain very few ever bothered to approach. A quiet and serene place. It was rather removed from the rest of the palace, naturally, kept in an outer wing, isolated and quiet. Doflamingo had chosen it for Saffron personally.

The distance from the main corridors of the palace was intention. He didn’t want to be bothered by her noisy work when he wasn’t in the mood for it, you see. Here, she was just distant enough for his comfort, yet still close enough for his convenience.

But to Saffron, to whom he explained none of this, it was simply more of the luxury she’d likely come to expect from the palace. Her eyes widened at the lovely windows and the ornate marble floor, tracing her gloved fingertips across the large drafting tables arranged for her to work upon, mouth dropping open when she spotted the best tools money could buy sitting in the corner. She couldn’t hide her reaction, her delight, the gasp of pleasure that dropped from her lush lips.

But then, in spite of the lavish accommodations Doflamingo had so generously granted Saffron, her face fell. She looked at him askance, eyes flickering first at him, then at the door.

“The pool.” She swallowed. “It’s nearby, isn’t it.”

“Of course,” said Doflamingo.

Saffron nodded, teeth scraping her lower lip. She did not appear quite as happy as before, even when she looked at the rack of tools that had brought her so much joy only moments prior. But what could the problem possibly be? She needed pool access to complete her job. This was a logical place for her new workshop. Yes, it didn’t have direct access to the pool — this remote wing of the palace bordered the harem wing, and she was at the far end of it — but even so…

Ah. Was that it?

“Oh?” He leaned down toward her with a taunting grin, back hunching to put them at eye level. “Is this not to your liking? Do you want something fancier, perhaps?”

“It’s not that,” Saffron said at once. “It’s…”

But she stopped short. Her eyes darted toward the door — and then to the massive, Doflamingo-sized armchair by the fireplace, which he’d placed there himself. And there it was, the truth of the matter writ plain as day across her lovely face. She was still wary of the harem girls and their assumptions, as predicted. Even though she was not directly underfoot of those primped and polished women, she still worried they’d come wandering and find her, did she? The chances of that were slim, as those women had the collective curiosity of a bread basket, but…

Doflamingo rather hoped they might come knocking. Saving Saffron from their perfumed wrath would go a long way toward earning her favor, and if she wouldn’t admit that they had been bothering her, he’d happily tempt fate a little. And if those girls were somehow encouraged to come find Saffron…well, such a thing would certainly force her hand, so to speak, and push her into coming to him for aid. Truth be told, he’d already thought of all of that when choosing her new accommodations. This new workspace was as much a gift as it was a pretty trap inlaid with marble tile.

But his dear Saffron didn’t know it. She looked around and forced a smile, unaware that she stood upon the threshold of carefully choreographed disaster.

“It’s…bigger than I’m used to,” was all she said, meeting his expectant stare with a polite smile. “And the light is good. It’s perfect, your majesty.”

Truths to shroud a lie unspoken. Silly thing, still avoiding his helping hand. Doflamingo left her to her work, laughing to himself as he stalked away.

Doflamingo continued to keep an eye on her after she took up residence in her new quarters. He watched her every morning from the throne room as she and Baby 5 walked together to the King’s Plateau, his keen eyes missing nothing even from such a high vantage point. Likewise he kept tabs on her work on the pool. Easy enough to do without attracting notice. His personal chambers overlooked the pretty courtyard and its heaven-on-earth array of delights. When she was there, he took meetings from his bedchamber, talking via Den Den Mushi from the shadows as his obscured gaze traced her every move. He wondered if Saffron could feel his eyes on her.

He half suspected she might. Once, midway through a conversation with Pica, she stopped her work and stood. Slowly she pivoted in place, sunlight catching on her hair — and, for the briefest of flashing moments, a spark of gold at her throat. Her metallic eyes tipped upward and traced the windows overlooking the courtyard. Searching. A frown pulled at her mouth as those arresting eyes alit upon his bedroom window…

He held as still as the shadows wreathing him.

Saffron shook her head and looked away, seemingly convinced the unnerving feeling in her gut was little more than imagination. Pica bent his massive body low to say something in her ear, but she just shook her head once more and pointed at their unfinished project.

Speaking of Pica: Doflamingo had been told Saffron and Pica made a good team, but to see her in action with the high-ranking officer was another thing entirely. The pair appeared to work in harmony indeed. He witnessed them together over the course of many days, watching from afar as Saffron directed the enormous man about his tasks before going indoors to examine plans and place orders. To Doflamingo’s immense satisfaction, she spoke to Pica with confidence, asking him to move stone aside so she could see what lay beneath, or divert waterways running underground to better fit her plans. Confidence — he wasn’t used to seeing that on his timid little doll, but he had to admit the look suited her.

The curve of her smile when she laughed suited her, too. He saw her laugh from his lofty perch when Pica said something that made her throw back her head, grinning and giggling in the sunshine. Gold winked at her throat, copper in her hair, silver in her eyes — and for a moment Doffy bristled, thinking she might be laughing at Pica. But the giant man joined her laughter with a shrill shriek of his own, audible even from afar, and Doflamingo relaxed.

Tension returned to him quickly, though he hid it when he summoned Pica to the throne room, adopting an easy affectation as he lounged with a leg hooked over the arm of his throne. Pica drop to one knee and bowed his head while Doflamingo looked him over with a nonchalant chuckle.

He was anything but nonchalant behind his massive, leering smile though. He watched Pica’s every move through unblinking eyes when he asked, “Miss Isabella — what do you talk about with her?”

Pica lifted his head, golden helmet with its many spikes winking in the sunlight streaming through the room’s tall windows. “The project, your highness.”

“And?”

“And stone. And Dressrosa.” Each syllable squeaked from his lips like air leaving a thin-necked balloon. “And the weather, I guess.”

“Nothing else?”

“Ah — and you, a few times.” Pica admitted this as an afterthought. “She’s asked about you once or twice.”

“I see.” Doflamingo’s smile wasn’t entirely performative anymore. “And what did she want to know?”

“If you treated your family well.”

“And what did you say?”

“That your family would die for you, of course, and that you protect us in kind,” said Pica. “And she seemed satisfied with that.”

“Good.” Doflamingo’s shoulders drained of tension, and he settled back against his throne. “What do you make of her?”

“Skilled,” Pica said at once. Then, more slowly: “And kind. Won’t last a week in this court without protection. I can see why Monet wants her escorted everywhere.”

The king chuckled. “Don’t think she can handle herself, huh?”

“Hard to say.” Pica shrugged. “Sometimes it’s the quiet ones who snap the loudest.”

This was true. Doflamingo though about that for quite some time, watching Saffron from his high perch. He still wasn’t sure what, precisely, had made Saffron laugh, but in the end he supposed he approved of her relationship with Pica. It seemed innocent enough. A bond between people who appreciated stone, and nothing more.

…he hated to admit that it nagged at him, though — that she’d laughed so easily for Pica, but not for him.

He hated to admit that he thought about it for days.

[Continued on AO3]

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