#Scarlet Matar

[firapolemos05]

Manners

CW: suggestive, creepy whumper, lady whumper, pet whump, water deprivation, muzzles, defiant whumpee, forced to beg

The glass of water on the table had caught her Pet's attention.

Scarlet noticed him stealing glances over the book in her hands, eyes darting between the glass and the floor. Longing. Oh it was simply adorable how he tried to hide it.

'How long should I make him wait?'

She raised the glass and took a nice long sip, the cool liquid refreshing. Her Pet's gaze held longer that time, a glint of desperation sneaking into his eyes. Chapped lips pulled into a thin line under his muzzle, and Scarlet knew he was trying so hard not to waste any remaining moisture in his mouth on them.

It had been days since she last allowed him to drink.

A consequence of disobedience. 

Fluids and nutrients delivered intravenously would prevent any actual dehydration, but that did nothing to treat cottonmouth. The parched barren of his throat must be unbearable by now.

"You must be thirsty, aren't you, Pet?" she inquired. His eyes shot back to the floor, embarrassment marking his face at being caught. Scarlet chuckled. That pride of his made it too easy. "Come now, you remember your tenth rule, right?"

Mentioning the rules always made him flinch. Oh he remembered alright. She had made sure of that. Made him recite each one over and over, interrupting each mistake or refusal with a strike of her switch across his back.

He remembered them very well.

'Rule 10: Pets do not request, they beg.'

While knowing his rules was one thing, following them was another. And her Pet had a particularly difficult time with this one. A defiant little one, he was, but after several weeks of strict training, Scarlet had cracked his armor. 

Some beautiful cracks. 

The fear that flashed in his gaze whenever she entered his cell. The empty, resigned silence whenever she ran her fingers through his hair, or traced the masterpiece of scars over his skin. He was even getting better at remembering to call her 'master.'

Now Scarlet watched another crack form. Watched the show of emotions he failed to suppress: anger, humiliation, anxiety, craving. She took another sip from the glass and watched the unspoken threat fuel those last two. And soon she spots the exact moment of breakage. 

He turned towards her and bowed his head. His voice weak and rasping.

"May I please have some water. . . Master?"

Oh how delightful. 

It usually takes him far longer to beg. He must really be desperate. He didn't even growl this time. 

The satisfaction was like a drug.

"Good boy," she smiled and he bristled at the praise. He despised it now but it'll be a matter of time before he's craving that too. She pointed to the floor in front of her chair. "Come here."

Her Pet hated to crawl, but he knew better than to attempt standing without permission. Oh well. He can be grateful his arms are bound in front of him today.

He avoided eye contact as he approached, a glare glued to the tile flooring. But soon, he was where he looked best, kneeling at her feet.

His hands rose to reach for the glass, a gesture Scarlet swiftly corrected by catching the chain connecting them under her boot and pinning them down.

"Pets do not use their hands," she scolded and he grimaced. She held the glass out, hovering it just above his head. "Tilt your head back and open your mouth."

His face flushed dark at that, the anger and shame making a reappearance. He had earned his reward, but he still had to accept it however she wished him to. Even if it was a display of power such as this. It was too late for him to refuse, but he almost looked as if he was going to try. Fortunately for him, the desire to quench his thirst won out. He obeyed, his jaws parting as far as the muzzle would allow them.

Scarlet poured slowly, wanting to savor his reactions. She could be a gracious master now and then. She was careful to let the water fall steadily in between the muzzle's wires.

To his credit, her Pet tried to remain stoic, composed. But as soon as liquid passed his lips, the animal need took over. Like an eager dog he gulped it down, leaning closer, squeezed his eyes shut as he craned his neck to catch every last drop. The effort failed him, as his movements made the drops catch on the muzzle, splashing over the metal. Well, that was his own fault. Glossy streaks ran down his chin and neck.

Scarlet licked her lips.

She should do this again, just with her favorite red wine. Painting her Pet's neck with dripping red would be quite enticing. And it would be an order then, rather than a reward. He won't be able to refuse, and won't be able to stop her from pulling him into her lap to lick the wine from his neck.

Oh how he will hate it. And she will feast on his helpless fear.

The last drop of water fell from the glass.

It's barely enough to satiate. Her Pet gasped for air, greedily seeking more where there is none. It will be a short respite, and he closed his mouth to prevent his breaths from stealing that back. Then he noticed the amused expression of approval on his master’s face and turned away, abashed at his behavior.

Scarlet curled a finger through his muzzle, pulling him back to face her. "Now what do you say?"

Another rule he had difficulty with.

Contempt twisted his features, and before he could think better of it, the words already left his mouth. "Go to hell."

Scarlet grinned. She can already taste his regret. 

Time for another lesson. 

[46snowfox]

Reiji Sakamaki Chaos Lineage Capítulo 4

[Capítulo 3]

Monólogo:

“Han pasado más días desde que empecé a vivir con Reiji-san y los demás—

Y finalmente nos han hecho entrega del informe que no deseaba escuchar.

La casa Violet, liderada por Carla-san, ha empezado a moverse con tal de robar a Eva. Mi pulso se acelera al escuchar esa noticia.

La batalla finalmente dará comienza. Una espantosa pelea en la que si te descuidas puedes perder tu vida.

Ahora me encuentro sentada en la mesa junto a los demás sin saber cómo detener el conflicto.”

Lugar: Mansión Scarlet, living comedor

Reiji: Los he reunido con un solo motivo.

Reiji: Según los informes la casa Violet parece planear atacar nuestra casa.

Kino: Je, así que Carla ha empezado a actuar.

Yui: (Carla-san y los demás vendrán a atacar…)

Yui: (Escuché que las armas que todos utilizan aquí son espadas de plata. Armas capaces de matar a los vampiros—)

Yui: (¡Ser heridos por algo así sería fatal…!)

Yuma: Je, así que al fin vendrán. Démosles la bienvenida.

Shu: Ah, que pereza…

Yuma: Oh vamos, motívate, aunque sea un poco.

Shu: No me interesa…

Reiji: Guarden silencio. No es buena idea interceptarlos en la mansión.

Reiji: Si nos acorralan aquí no podremos escapar.

Reiji: Además, los Violet están conformados por cinco personas, ellos tienen la ventaja numérica.

Yuma: ¿Aah? ¿Entonces qué haremos?

Reiji: Tengo un plan. Los recibiremos afuera.

Reiji: Les tenderemos una emboscada en el bosque que se encuentra entre la casa Violet y la nuestra.

Yuma: ¿En el bosque? Allí no podemos mover mucho nuestras armas.

Reiji: ¿Qué tanto planeas moverte? Es lo suficientemente espacioso como para que actúes como gustes.

Yui: ¡D-disculpen! ¿De verdad van a pelear…?

Reiji: ¿Qué dices? Si los Violet llegan hasta acá te secuestrarán. No podemos entregarte.

Yui: Pero debe haber una forma de solucionar esto sin pelear.

Reiji: ¿Y qué sugieres?

Yui: Pues…

Kino: Como se esperaba de la legendaria Eva, es amable con todos.

Yuma: No, solo es ignorante. Esta es una batalla en donde arriesgamos nuestras vidas. No la tomes a la ligera.

Yui: …Lo siento.

Yui: (No es solo Reiji-san, nadie cuestiona la batalla por convertirse en rey supremo.)

Yui: (Supongo que la batalla es inevitable, ¿no…?)

Kino: Oh, cierto. ¿Qué haremos con Eva? Es peligroso dejarla aquí sola.

Yuma: Es verdad. Es probable que la secuestren sin que nos demos cuenta.

Reiji: Tienen razón, tengo mis dudas sobre qué hacer con ella.

Yui: (Las miradas de todos me resultan dolorosas. Me hacen sentir como un estorbo…)

Shu: En resumen, alguien debe quedarse con ella, ¿no?

Yui: ¿Eh?

Shu: Yo me quedaré y de paso vigilaré a Eva.

Reiji: ¡…!

Yui: ¿Eh? ¿Tú te quedarás Shu-san?

Yui: (Eso fue inesperado… No, puede que simplemente no quiera pelear.)

Yui: (Pero si Shu-san se queda aquí podré estar tranquila…)

Reiji: …No, no puedes quedarte, te necesitamos en el campo de batalla.

Yui: ¿Eh? ¿Reiji-san?

Reiji: Para evitar ser sobrepasados por nuestra desventaja numérica necesitamos pelear todos. Eso significa que nuestra única opción es llevar a Eva con nosotros.

Yuma: ¿Ah? ¿Hablas en serio?

Shu: Y yo que pensé que podría descansar, que pereza…

Reiji: No aceptaré objeciones. Esta es la decisión final.

Yui: (Reiji-san parece desesperado. Quería evitar que me quedara a solas con Shu-san, ¿no…?)

Yui: (No, imposible. No podría pensar en algo así cuando su vida corre peligro, ¿verdad…?)

Kino: No me molesta que llevemos a Eva, ¿pero no te parece demasiado riesgoso pelear mientras la protegemos?

Reiji: Es verdad… si la tenemos que llevar al campo de batalla, entonces necesitamos que nos sea útil.

Yui: ¿Qué sea útil…?

Yui: (No sé pelear, ¿qué espera que haga…?)

Lugar: Bosque

Reiji: …Finalmente ha llegado el momento. ¿Estás listo, Kino?

Kino: Todo listo.

Reiji: Eva, procura no separarte de mí.

Yui: S-sí…

Reiji: La ventaja que supone tenerte a mi lado es que servirás como señuelo.

Reiji: SI apareces frente a ellos no hay duda de que se centrarán en ti.

Reiji: Aprovecharemos eso para que Shu y Yuma los ataquen por la espalda. Si rompemos su formación los venceremos.

Yui: Señuelo… soy un señuelo…

Reiji: No cometeré el error de permitir que te secuestren. Mantén la calma.

Yui: S-sí…

Yui: (Es solo que esto es más deprimente que ser tratada como una herramienta…)

Yui: (No, suficiente de mí. ¿Al final esta pelea es inevitable?)

Yui: (¡No tiene sentido que se lastimen entre ellos por culpa de unos recuerdos falsos…!)

Kino: Hablando del diablo, ya llegan los Violet.

Yui: (¡…!)

Reiji: Tal y como predijimos, se han dividido en dos grupos.

Reiji: Aunque al principio pensé que se valdrían de su ventaja numérica.

Reiji: …Andando.

Yui: S-sí.

Carla: Sabía que podía sentir sus presencias, mas no esperaba que decidieran mostrarse.

Carla: Y para colmo traen a Eva con ustedes. Tienen ideas muy extrañas, familia Scarlet.

Yui: (Es Carla-san… y también están Kou-kun y Azusa-kun.)

Yui: (Es extraño ver a estos tres juntos, pero parece ser algo normal para el resto…)

Reiji: No te veo muy sorprendido. ¿Esperabas una emboscada?

Carla: Hmph. ¿Qué lograría si no fuera capaz de prever vuestras tácticas mezquinas?

Carla: Sin embargo, ver a Eva con ustedes fue inesperado.

Carla: Aunque es provechoso para nosotros, nos ahorra el trabajo de ir a buscarla.

Yui: (…Nuestras miradas se encontraron. Siento un escalofrío…)

Reiji: ¿Crees que podrás robarla? Pues me temo que no pienso entregarla.

Carla: Entonces solo debo arrebatártela a la fuerza.

Yui: (Sus espadas… si se cortan con eso…)

Reiji: Eva, retrocede y escóndete. ¿Entendido?

Yui: S-sí…

Yui: (Quiero detenerlos.  Pero yo no puedo hacer nada. Solo puedo limitarme a observar…)

Reiji: Entonces, ¿me permites enfrentarte?

Carla: Perfecto, me encargaré de rebanarte.

Carla: Kou, Azusa. Acaben con el otro.

Azusa: S-sí…

Kou: A la orden. Sí que te gusta explotar al resto, Carla-kun.

Kino: Je, ¿ustedes dos contra mí?  Veo que me tienen miedo.

Kino: ¿O simplemente son debiluchos?

Kou: ¡Compruébalo tú mismo!

Kino: Oh, Como no tengo de otra supongo que los enfrentaré. ¿Por qué no atacas tú también?

Azusa: Ah… yo…

Kou: ¡Azusa-kun! ¡¿Por qué dudas?!

Azusa: P-pero…

Kino: Si no peleas, entonces— ¡Lo haré yo!

Kou: ¡¿Wow?!

Yui: ¡Kou-kun!

Yui: (Comenzó… ha dado inicio…)

Yui: (Ahora solo me queda rezar… aunque estoy segura de que Dios me abandonó hace mucho tiempo—)

Yui: (Por favor, ¡que alguien los detenga…! Esta batalla no hará feliz a nadie…)

Carla: Pensaba que solo sabías usar la cabeza… pero veo que eres hábil con la espada.

Reiji: También tengo conocimientos en esta área. Veo que también tienes experiencia en combate.

Carla: ¿En serio? ¡Pues no pienso perder contra ti!

Reiji: ¡Tsk! Ya veo… ese fue un ataque poderoso.

Yui: ¡Reiji-san!

Yui: (La hoja de la espada lo ha rozado… no soporto ver esto.)

Yui: (Tengo que pensar en algo, pero estoy tan impactada que no consigo centrarme. ¡¿Qué hago?!)

Kou: Desde hace un rato que solo esquivas. ¡¿Te burlas de mí?!

Kino: No es eso, solo estoy midiendo el tiempo de tus ataques.

Azusa: ¿El tiempo…?

Kou: ¡No sé qué pretendes, pero no te saldrás con la tuya!

Kino: Fufu, ahora es el momento perfecto.

Kino: ¡Aah!

Yui: ¡¿Kyaa?!

Kino: Auch… Lo siento Eva, terminé chocando contigo al esquivar. ¿Estás bien?

Yui: S-sí, estoy bien.

Kino: Bueno, tengo que pelear con ellos. ¡Nos vemos!

Yui: (¿Eh? Espera, luego de que chocó con mí quedé en…)

Carla: …Jamás imaginé que vendrías hasta acá.

Yui: Carla-san…

Yui: (Carla-san está frente a mí… ¡De todos los lugares posibles tenía que acabar aquí…!)

Reiji: ¡…! ¡Eva! ¡¡¿Qué estás haciendo?!!

Yui: Ah… L-lo siento…

Yui: (Debo huir… pero mis piernas no responden…)

Carla: Eva, ven conmigo. Te enseñaré que yo soy digno de convertirme en el rey supremo.

Yui: N-no iré… decidí que estaría al lado de Reiji-san.

Carla: Te haré cambiar de opinión. Vamos, toma mi mano.

Yui: (No la tomaré. Sin importar qué ocurra, yo amo a Reiji-san…)

Yui: (¡Y jamás me separaré de él!)

Reiji: ¡¡Espera!!

Carla: ¿Hm…?

Carla: Ugh… Ese fue un buen ataque.

Reiji: ¡No te entregaré a Eva…!

Yui: ¡Reiji-san!

Reiji: ¡Escóndete detrás de mí! ¡No pienso entregarte a este hombre!

Yui: ¡…Sí!

Carla: Perfecto… Ven.

Reiji: ¡Aaah!

Yui: Increíble…

Yui: (Es diferente a como peleaba antes. Las espadas… es como si bailaran…)

Yui: (Incluso si sé que intentan matarse entre ellos, sus movimientos son hermosos…)

Carla: Eres un buen espadachín. Si no fueras el hermano mayor de mis enemigos me encantaría sumarte a mis filas.

Reiji: Me halagas, pero tendré que negarme a la oferta. Tengo el deber de proteger a mi familia.

Carla: Veo que ninguno de los dos planeamos ceder esa posición… Acabemos con esto en el próximo ataque.

Reiji: Sí, hagamos eso.

Yui: (La atmósfera ha cambiado…)

Yui: (Este no es momento de admirarlos. ¡De verdad planean asesinar al otro!)

Yui: D-deténganse… ¡Por favor deténganse!

Carla: ¿…Eva?

Reiji: Guarda silencio.

Yui: ¡No me callaré! ¡No deberían pelear! ¡Nada de esto tiene sentido!

Yui: ¡Nadie debería morir! ¡¡Ni los Mukami, ni Carla y Shin… ni los Sakamaki!!

Reiji: ¿…Sakamaki…?

Reiji: Ugh… Aah… ¡¿Por qué justo ahora…?!

Yui: ¡¿Reiji-san…?!

Reiji: ¿Qué fue… ese paisaje…? Se me hizo familiar… Ugh…

Carla: Hmph, que truco más sucio. ¿Estás actuando? Veo que me subestimas.

Yui: ¡D-detente! ¡Por favor detente!

Carla: Apártate Eva. No puedo rebanarte junto a él.

Yui: ¡No, no me moveré!

Reiji: Aléjate…

Yui: (Para detener esta batalla… solo existe un método, aunque será temporal…)

Yui: Si vas a rebanarlo, entonces también tendrás que acabar conmigo. ¡Si no estás dispuesto a hacer eso, entonces guarda tu espada!

Yui: ¡Esta pelea ya ha finalizado!

Carla: Que tontería. Solo tengo que apartarte de él a la fuerza.

Yui: (…No pienso alejarme. ¡No quiero separarme de Reiji-san!)

Kino: …Ya casi.

Kino: Oye, ¿no tenías otros dos hermanos menores? Creo que sus nombres eran Subaru y Laito, ¿no?

Kino: Imagino que se habrán quedado en casa por si acaso, pero tal vez deberías regresar.

Yui: ¿Kino-kun…?

Carla: ¿De qué hablas?

Kino: La verdad es que vi a los Orange enviar a sus familiares.

Kino: Es probable que hayan ido a atacar tu casa y los hayan masacrado… ¿No sería chistoso?

Carla: …Patrañas.

Kino: Deberías comprobar tú mismo si estoy mintiendo o no.

Azusa: C-Carla… regresemos por ahora. Me preocupan esos dos…

Azusa: Incluso si nos llevamos a Eva ahora… dudo que podamos llevarnos bien con ella.

Carla: …Está bien. Hoy he probado que puedo arrebatarles fácilmente a Eva.

Carla: La próxima vez la tomaremos en perfectas condiciones.

Carla: …Esperaré ansioso ese día.

Azusa: Ah… Carla.

Kou: ¡Espéranos!

Yui: (Se fueron… Que bien, ¿no…?)

Kino: Eso estuvo cerca. Que bueno que se retiraron.

Reiji: Kino… ¿De dónde sacaste esa información de los Orange…?

Kino: Ay por favor, es obvio que era mentira. Aunque no parecían muy convencidos.

Reiji: …Ya veo. Tu rápido actuar me salvó. Y también Eva.

Yui: No, yo no hice nada..

Yui: (De hecho, creo que fue mi culpa que Reiji-san sintiera esos mareos.)

Yui: (Estoy segura de que en ese instante Reiji-san reaccionó ante la palabra “Sakamaki”—)

Yui: (¿Acaso esos mareos ocurren cada vez que empieza a recobrar la memoria?)

Yuma: Oigan, ¿qué pasó? Como nunca lanzaron la señal nos quedamos escondidos todo el tiempo.

Yui: Ah… Yuma-kun, Shu-san.

Shu: Reiji… ¿Qué sucede?

Reiji: …Nada.

Reiji: El ataque sorpresa fue un fracaso. Afortunadamente los Violet se retiraron. Cometí un error.

Yuma: ¿En serio? Es poco común…

Yuma: Pero el enemigo se fue, ¿no? Entonces lo hiciste bien.

Reiji: No, fui salvado por Kino y Eva.

Shu: ¿…Ellos?

Kino: Yo no hice prácticamente nada, ¿verdad Eva?

Yui: ¿Eh? S-sí…

Yui: (Aunque pensándolo bien, acabé en frente de Carla-san porque Kino-kun chocó contra mí…)

Yui: (¿No habrá chocado a propósito—?)

Yui: (No, debo de estarlo pensando demasiado.)

Reiji: …Ya no tenemos nada que hacer aquí. Regresemos a la mansión.

Yuma: S-sí…

Yui: (Reiji-san se ve deprimido… pero no sé qué decirle.)

Lugar: Mansión Scarlet, living comedor

Yui: (Me alegra mucho que solo regresaran con un par de rasguños.)

Yui: (Todos regresaron a sus habitaciones, me pregunto si habrán descansado. Espero que se deshagan aunque sea un poco de su fatiga.)

Yui: …Esa era la batalla para ser el rey supremo.

Yui: (El sonido de las frías hojas chocando entre sí todavía resuena en mi cabeza… Y me asusta.)

Yui: (Ese conflicto volverá a repetirse…)

Reiji: Vaya… estabas aquí.

Yui: ¡Reiji-san! ¿No necesitas descansar?

Reiji: Mis heridas no son graves, no te preocupes.

Yui: Ya veo…

Yui: (Aunque me preocupa más el verte deprimido…)

Yui: (Incluso si Shu-san y los demás no lo reprimen, él sigue sintiéndose responsable.)

Yui: (Estoy segura de que se está regañando a sí mismo…)

Hablarle ♟

Observarlo en silencio ♙

Hablarle:

Yui: Reiji-san, por favor anímese.

Reiji: …Hablas como si estuviera desanimado.

Yui: Ah, no, no quería decir eso…

Yui: (Le hablé por impulso, pero parece que fue un error…)

Observarlo en silencio:

Yui: (Intentar animarlo o sentir lástima por el son cosas que lastimarían el orgullo de Reiji-san.)

Yui: (Me frustra… pero por ahora lo mejor es no decirle nada.)

Fin de las opciones

Yui: Disculpe, ¿quiere beber agua? Yo tampoco podía dormir, así que salí a despejarme un poco.

Reiji: …Está bien, beberé algo. Pero antes—

Reiji: …Recuerdo que ya habías mencionado la palabra “Sakamaki.”

Yui: ¿Eh? …Ah es verdad, lo dije cuando acababa de llegar a esta mansión.

Yui: (Creo que lo dije. Estaba desesperada porque Reiji-san recordara todo…)

Reiji: Cuando dijiste esa palabra en medio de la batalla sentí un mareo.

Yui: Mareo…

Reiji: Antes no me sonaba de nada, pero ahora no deja de frustrarme.

Reiji: Estaba seguro de que era una señal de que me estaba convirtiendo en el rey supremo, pero no creo que sea así. No consigo descifrar el significado de este mareo.

Reiji: Obviamente no pienso echarle la culpa a eso por el fracaso de hoy. Eso se debe a mi debilidad.

Reiji: Sin embargo, Eva. ¿Puedes explicarme de qué estabas hablando cuando la mencionaste?

Yui: Pues…

Yui: (De tus verdaderos recuerdos… del verdadero tú.)

Yui: (Pero me da miedo decirlo. ¿Si sientes esos mareos recuperarás tus recuerdos?)

Yui: (¿O solo estaré atormentando y acorralando a Reiji-san…?)

Reiji: …Parece que te acompleja explicarlo. Veo que he preguntado algo de más.

Reiji: Descansemos por hoy. Necesitaré tiempo para enfriar mi cabeza.

Yui: Ah… sí…

Monólogo:

“Eventualmente Reiji-san se alejó de mí y se retiró silenciosamente del living.

Con solo observar su espalda mi corazón me duele.

El fracaso de la misión de hoy no fue culpa de Reiji-san. Fue mía por decir algo sin pensar.

Hasta ahora he deseado desesperadamente que Reiji-san recobre sus memorias, ¿pero realmente lo hacía por él?

Mientras observaba con dolor su espalda me sentía confundida por las dudas que nacieron en mi interior.”

[Capítulo 5]

[Masterpost]

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[ficha-brianna-vassermiller]

La hansa de Ebbing

<<sin querer nos hicimos familia, sin querer acabamos uniendo nuestros destinos.>> — cervin el brujo

CERVIN EL OSO

más información aquí

FC 3D: hayden christensen

FC 2D: anakin (star wars)

RUNA

grigori Jormungandr - bruja

más información: aquí

FC 3D: Josefin Asplund

FC 2D: -

BRIANNA VASSERMILLER

más información aquí

FC 3D: elisabeth olsen

FC 2D: maximillian calypse, scarlet witch (marvel)

AUGUST VAN DER ERMIUS

|| muerto, supuestamente ||

vampiro del clan ammurun

nació en el continente vecino, más allá del gran mar. en la gran casa familia van der ermius.

había pasado sus años más jóvenes junto a su clan hasta que se enamoró por primera vez de una vampiresa superior, aquellos tiernos años de la “infancia” vampírica empezaron a ser un infierno, pues la vampiresa exigía sangre todos los días y aquello a august no le agradaba, finalmente aquella relación terminó en una lucha que duró dos años en el que august tuvo que regenerar el corazón, ya que la vampiresa se lo arrancó de cuajo, y parte de sus órganos interiores y decidió atravesar el gran mar y viajar al continente para explorar.

pasó la mayoría de los años viajando de las tierras del norte a las del sur, hasta que finalmente hizo de ebbing su hogar. a pesar de ser un lugar corrupto, august amaba aquel reino con toda su alma.

august suele vestir con unos pantalones de cuero marrones oscuros, unas botas, una camisa y una casaca negra, le da aspecto de aventurero. además su pelo el ligeramente largo y adorna su rostro con unas gafas con montura de oro que le da un aspecto más humano, o eso cree él.

si tuviera que elegir un oficio, august elegiría ser cartógrafo o historiador pues le encantan los mapas, las leyes y las historias antiguas de los lugares que visita.

es un hombre inteligente, más por la edad que tiene (más de 1000 años) que por sus experiencias académicas (que también), su clan, los ammurun beben poca sangre humana pues en el continente donde viven hay escasez de humanos, puede que august parezca un vampiro superior débil y fácil de matar, pero es el quinceavo en la línea de sucesión de la jerarquía vampírica.

posee un acento extraño y exótico (así como los nilfgaardianos hablan algo así como una especie de latín y los vampiros hablan una especie de etrusco, august poseería acento argentino.) aunque con los años ha sabido suavizarlo en demasía y casi ha adoptado el acento que se tiene en la región de ebbing.

cuando conoció a brianna, de forma casual, una noche en una biblioteca tuvo la necesidad de llamarla rhena sin saber que brianna era heredera al trono. con el tiempo ambos estrecharon lazos y el cariño y afecto fluyó entre ambos, hasta el punto de unir sus vidas para siempre.

tras la boda de brianna y august, específicamente, tras veinticinco años, august fue notificado de guerras en su país natal y tuvo que viajar a defender a su casa y sus dominios como decimo quinto duque , pero tras 5 años august no volvió.

lady van der ermius, su madre, notificó a brianna de que su hijo estaba en paradero desconocido y el título del vampiro pasaba a la hechicera por derecho de casamiento.

actualmente la esencia de august se encuentra hecha plasma en el antiguo castillo van der ermius, tal vez, si alguna alma caritativa desee ayudarlo, el vampiro podrá regenerarse y volver a la no-vida.

FC 3D: keanu reeves ó adam driver

FC 2D: dracula (castelvania), v (devil may cry), kylo ren/ben solo (star wars)

AËTE AN BLATHAN

|| en búsqueda ||

aen woedde - líder de los elfos del bosque

nacida en nilfgaard, de las pocas sobrevivientes a la tercera guerra de las razas. en especifico nació en uno de los bosques empantanados de ebbing, es amiga de la adolescencia de brianna, de ahí que se lleven excesivamente bien y siempre vayan juntas a todos lados.

aëte es una guerrera, sus armas preferidas son el arco y las flechas seguidas de un par de dagas que esconde en sus botas.

es una gran cocinera y es la que solía dar de comer a la hansa con sus grandiosos guisos de conejo y patatas.

siempre viste ropas holgadas para poder confundirse con un hombre y ocultar su pecho además de ocultar su cabeza y sus orejas con una capa con capucha de un color verde hoja precioso.

le gusta demasiado la música pero no sabe tocar ningún instrumento, así que a menudo pasa su tiempo libre dibujando junto a brianna o escucha do las canciones de cervin.

su cabello es tan rubio que parece blanco pero reluce como el sol y sus ojos son de color miel oscuro, no usa apenas maquillaje y aún sin él es una mujer hermosísima.

con el tiempo se hizo la líder del pueblo aen woedde, ya que como heroina de ebbing había protegido aquel lugar y aquel pueblo innumerables veces. no como su reina, pero sí como aquella persona sabia que sabía tomar decisiones tanto políticas como estratégicas.

FC 3D SUGERIDO: elizabeth debicki, morfydd clark

FC 2D SUGERIDO: princesa zelda

COSHUNEE

|| muerta ||

La súcubo de nazair

de las tierras sureñas de nazair, coshunee, o nee para la hansa, robaba el sueño a hombres y mujeres de aquella región, con una sola mirada era capaz de arrancar suspiros.

august y brianna fueron los que la acogieron con rapidez, y de paso ayudaban a los nazareños a recuperar el sueño.

su cabello es rojo como el fuego y brilla con una intensidad sobrenatural, sus ojos son de color verde esmeralda, a no ser que use sus poderes que se tornan de color ambar. normal mente usa un amuleto que le regaló brianna que le hace tener un aspecto humano, pero cuando se quita el amuleto se pueden ver sus cuernos y sus patas de cabra.

es una mujer astuta y entregada, le encanta el arte y todo lo relacionado con este.

murió a manos de un brujo de la escuela de la víbora el año 1289 (aunque eso nadie lo sabe por el momento) debido a que pensó que ella era malvada e iba a causar estragos por dun dare. aquello ocurrió en el año 1295, sus amigos solo encontraron el cadáver de coshunee en la cueva dónde la súcubo vivía.

FC 3D SUGERIDO: rachel evan wood

FC 2D SUGERIDO: - a elegir -

LANWE

||En búsqueda||

Aen Seidhe - la primera dama de compañía

nacida en tir na lia, fue una elfa sirviente que conoció a ciri cuando esta viajó a la tierra de los alisos, tenía interés romántico en caranthir pero este solía tratarla mal. su historia la llevó a viajar hasta el continente y allí Brianna la salvó de morir por la espada de algunos cazadores de elfos, la mujer juró prestarle servicio a Brianna debido a su deuda de vida.

Actualmente tiene una relación con un vampiro llamado Aramis, pero solo brianna lo sabe.

FC 3D SUGERIDO: natalie portman

FC 2D SUGERIDO: Lanwe by Yagi Hikaru

CLARABELLE

||En búsqueda||

Aen Woedde - la segunda dama de compañía

nacida en los bosques de los Aen Woedde, clarabelle fue amiga de la infancia de aëte, cuando esta se unió a la hansa y marchó en busca de aventuras quedó consternada por el abandono de su amiga, no fue hasta años después cuando coshunee murió y la torre fue construida que le pidió trabajo a brianna, esta accedió pues sabía que la verdadera intención de clarabelle era cuidar de aëte, años después aëte sería nombrada líder aen woedde, y clarabelle decidiría quedarse en la torre pues podía tener una vida completa por si misma bajo la protección de la hechicera escarlata.

aunque casi nadie lo sabe, clarabelle es sanadora, no llega al punto de ser hechicera pero puede usar magia para poder sanar a la gente.

FC 3D SUGERIDO: Sibel Kekilli

FC 2D SUGERIDO: -

ELIA AEP BULLOG

||muerta||

la bardo

nacida en el año 1256 en fano. cuando tuvo edad de escolarizarse viajó a la imperial academia a aprender los 7 artes liberales pero no le fué demasiado bien, así que al tener cierta facilidad con el habla, la poesía y la música probó suerte siendo bardo, y así fue. trabajó poniéndole música a un montón de obras de teatro, incluso participando en ellas. con el tiempo fue una barda notoria tanto que era comparada con adrien de rouleau el bardo oficial y vasallo de anna henrietta.

se convirtió en miembro de la hansa cuando en 1276, tras los acontecimientos de la duquesa roja de vinland y a sus 20 años, asi fue asesinada por la condesa en una velada musical.

cervin, brianna, august, aëte y coshunee la rescataron y la tomaron como una más de su familia.

la mujer compuso algunas grandes obras como:

el águila y el gato (balada sobre el brujo putnam y la bruja tubiel)

la noche de los largos colmillos (evento sucedido en toussaint)

la familia no es de sangure (canción para la hansa)

los osos azules (balada sobre cervin el oso)

la gran hechicera escalata (balada sobre brianna)

no es oro todo lo que brilla (balada sobre aëte)

seductores sueños (balada sobre coshunee)

el conde de claremont (balada sobre august)

la sangre de aquellos (balada romántica sobre brianna y august)

el coliseo (canción sobre claremont y su corrupción)

no nos moverán (canción infantil sobre unos niños que no querían salir de un barco pesquero de ebbing)

la mujer murió en 1332 antes de la gran invasión haaki a ebbing, no pudo ver como el gran khan zeus moría a manos de brianna.

FC 3D SUGERIDO: natalie dormer

FC 2D SUGERIDO: - a elegir -

[sangvinario]

Se tinha tido alguma impressão, era a de que ela parecia ter ficado contrariada com sua fala; quase ofendida. Pode ser que Jeremiah tivesse soltado o comentário sem pensar muito a respeito, como que para deixar claro para os habitantes daquele mundo que ele não se importava tanto com suas reações. No entanto, se estivessem sob a luminosidade, talvez fosse possibilitado à outra perceber que o sangue tinha subido para seu pescoço.   ‘ Ainda não pude formar impressão nenhuma. Fazem apenas cinco dias que estou aqui ’   remendou, o que não era de todo mentira. Ele podia ter seus preconceitos em relação ao que ouvira e lera a respeito daqueles contos, mas vê-los e interagir com eles era outra história. Estava tentando puxar da mente quais heroínas poderiam passar longe do papel de donzela em perigo para adivinhar com quem estava falando, crente de que ela encerraria o assunto por estar incomodada com ele, quando ouviu o comentário seguinte.   ‘ Bem. Pode ser que eu tenha mentido. Não sou exatamente um cavalheiro ’  e não se referia apenas ao papel que havia recebido do livro depois que tinha chegado ali, mas também do que desempenhava desde sempre. Se ela soubesse das coisas que ele havia feito antes de ir parar ali, pode ser que não estivesse mais tão disposta a mostrar hospitalidade.  ‘ O bruxo ’   não tinha conseguido identificar o que Merlin era  ‘ pode não querer matar os visitantes, mas o mundo de vocês parece não compartilhar do mesmo pensamento ’   um sorriso um tanto sádico surgiu nos lábios do Dawson ao proferir as palavras, como se ele não sei importasse com os destinos bem pouco felizes que aguardavam os perdidos. Pode ser que antes mesmo que enfrentassem seus fados tivessem de se deparar com outros desafios naquela terra, desafios que não poderiam lidar sendo pessoas tão comuns. Não lhe ocorreu que as pessoas podiam realmente se importar umas com as outras mesmo naquela realidade, já que os personagens, aparentemente, tinham sentimentos.   ‘ Depende do que você considera cruel. Não sei bem se o meu caso se encaixa. Executar uma mulher desarmada... Parece cruel ’   e irônico, se fosse pensar, mas não estava à vontade para compartilhar esse tipo de pensamento com quem acabava de conhecer. ‘ Cruel com ela, quero dizer ’. Não queria  voltar no tempo e pensar em coisas que lutava para esquecer.   ‘ Não acho que vamos chegar a esse extremo ’   o  pigarrear que se seguiu à fala mostrava que ele não tinha assim tanta certeza. Tinha até esquecido do cigarro entre seus lábios quando ela tomou o isqueiro de suas mãos. Jeremiah não fez nada além de encarar enquanto a morena se aproximou para fazer com que o fogo queimasse na ponta do papel que enrolava a nicotina, olhando-a de cima por aquele breve momento, o fogo possibilitando que verificasse a cor exata de seus olhos e formato de seus lábios. Tragou e retirou o cigarro da boca ao pressioná-lo com o polegar e o indicador, retrocedendo um passo com a escusa de expelir a fumaça - merda de lugar. Já estava mexendo com sua cabeça. Era visto que a outra não gostava de ser subestimada, já que reafirmava isso de diferentes formas, com frequência, ao ponto de o ex-fuzileiro se perguntar o que havia passado para que, hoje, precisasse disso.   ‘Quem foi que disse que estou com medo? ’   elevou uma das sobrancelhas, desafiando-a de volta.  Talvez estivesse, mas não deixaria isso evidente.  ‘ Eu estava prestes a atravessar ’   mentiu, dando mais algumas tragadas antes de se desfazer da bituca  para meter as mãos nos bolsos e começar a caminhar.   ‘ Scarlet por causa de um certo capuz vermelho? ’  lhe parecia o chute mais óbvio, mas podia estar redondamente enganado, e passaria vergonha diante da outra. ‘ A não ser que você seja a rainha maluca do País das Maravilhas ’   testou, negando com a cabeça.  ‘ Seria decepcionante descobrir que está me atraindo para dentro de um labirinto para cortar minha cabeça ’

Observando sinais de nervosismo no rapaz, tentava não pressioná-lo com sua presença, pois não tinha como objetivo afugentar os forasteiros. Tão perdidos quanto os nativos, careciam de atenção e cuidado por parte daqueles habituados com aquele universo. Esforçava-se para ser uma boa anfitriã, o tipo que desejava encontrar caso os papéis estivessem invertidos naquela situação.  ❛ Não sei qual é sua impressão desse lugar, mas aqui as donzelas sabem muito bem como se defender e se proteger. ❜ Sorria, sendo igualmente assertiva e gentil com sua réplica. Apreciava as boas intenções demonstradas por ele, ainda que notasse certa insegurança, que se traduzia a uma espécie de austeridade.   ❛ Mas, como expressado por mim, a ajuda dos cavalheiros sempre será bem-vinda. Nada nos impede de unir forças. ❜ Debaixo da capa vermelha, ela encolhia os ombros ao sugerir a colaboração. Acreditava que nenhum homem era uma ilha e não tinha qualquer resistência quanto a receber qualquer tipo de ajuda. O temor manifestado por ele era justificado por toda conjuntura presente, por isso assentiu.   ❛ Pode ficar tranquilo quanto a isso, não acho que encontrará nenhuma ameaça aqui dentro. Duvido que Merlin queira matar nossos visitantes. ❜ Foi firme ao assegurá-lo, mas logo transpareceu hesitação, arqueando as sobrancelhas ao debater internamente sobre as próprias palavras. Era pedir demais que se sentissem seguros ali, uma vez que um leque de futuros assombrosos fosse apresentado diante deles.  ❛ Pelo menos, não antes do tempo. ❜ O pesar se diluía na voz e a cabeça balançava em negativa.  ❛ Durante a socialização descobri que alguns de vocês estão fadados a este destino cruel. Sinto muito, se for seu caso. ❜ Justificou-se antes que qualquer dúvida emergisse, não deixando de declarar seu sentimento genuíno quanto ao destino de alguns dos visitantes. Diante da oportunidade de evidenciar sua benevolência, ela se arriscou em avançar alguns passos e pegar o objeto da posse do rapaz, examinando-o por alguns instantes para compreender seu funcionamento.   ❛ Tenho certeza de que este está funcionando perfeitamente, talvez apenas não tenha pegado o jeito ainda... ❜ Levou o isqueiro em direção da extremidade do cigarro, obstruindo o fluxo de vento com uma das mãos e apertando algumas vezes seu gatilho até que uma chama avermelhada fosse produzida e ardesse o fumo. O sucesso de sua tentativa a fez sorrir, satisfeita com a conquista, ainda que pequena.  ❛ Prontinho. ❜ Seus olhos encontraram o dele e, com a proximidade, pode observar melhor suas feições, banhadas pela meia-luz noturna. Erguendo o acendedor na altura do rosto, o devolveu a seu devido proprietário.  ❛ Não desejo provar nada a ninguém, apenas acho a proposta divertida. Vai do gosto pessoal de cada um. ❜ Respondeu, agora se afastando, possibilitando a retomada de sua caminhada assim que concluíssem a conversa.  ❛ Mas você ainda não me disse o que te trouxe aqui, já que tem medo de se aprofundar pelo labirinto. ❜ Desejava aprender mais sobre o desconhecido, para que assim se tornasse algo além disso.  ❛ Aliás, me chamo Scarlet. Muito prazer! ❜ Com uma reverência, o cumprimentou.

[firapolemos05]

@augusnippets Path of Hurt

Day 10: execution/fake execution/begging for mercy

CW: minor whumpee, mock execution, government corruption, abuse of power, imprisonment, framed for a crime, future captivity

Itzal (he/him)

Word count: 756 (a bit longer but I couldn't resist)

The Champion taglist: @emmettland , @ostensiblywhump , @scoundrelwithboba

They don't listen when he says he hasn't killed anyone. When they shove the gag into his mouth and secure the strap at the back of his neck, Itzal realizes they're not going to listen to anything he has to say.

He doesn't want to die.

It didn't make sense. There wasn't a trial. No evidence given that tied him to the supposed death of whatever unnamed Lapis guard they mentioned.

Only twenty-four hours between Itzal getting brought down to this prison and learning they were going to kill him.

‘ “Rebels don't get trials,” ’ they had said, sneering laughs lapping up the tiefling's terror.

He cursed them. Would've trashed and clawed up his cell had the shackles at his wrists not held him down. Would've tormented the guards with illusions had his magic not been suppressed. All he had were his words and he used them. Such fragile pride they had that they'd waste time and resources to silence a seventeen year old vandal who dared to insult them.

Itzal's anger spat until they gagged him.

He realizes now part of that anger had been fueled by denial. Armored guards clutch his bound arms as they drag him towards the courtyard, and dread clutches his gut.

He's going to die.

He tries so hard to fight. Bucks at the grasping hands until their grip is hard enough to bruise. Lashes out with his horns until one guard grabs one to force his head still. The blindfold around his head is wet with tears he failed not to shed.

He should’ve been more careful. Should've picked a safer, less public spot for his last graffiti run. Should've went home when his mother told him to and wait for a different day. 

His mother's face flashes into Itzal's mind. His father's. His little sister's. 

What's going to happen to them?

He won't even get to say goodbye. 

The screech of a metal door opening preceeds a waft of warmth as the sunlight hits his skin. The Crescentine sun is always harsh in the summer. The guards force Itzal to his knees in the dirt, latching the chains to a bolt in the ground so he couldn't stand. Couldn't flee. He balls his hands into fists to hide how much he's shaking. 

“Itzal Azarola,” a voice booms from behind. “For the crimes of treason, accomplice to murder of a government official, defacement of government property, government slander, and resisting arrest, you have been sentenced to death under orders from the Cerulean Constellate.”

Treason?

It doesn't seem real. It can't be real. This has to be a nightmare. He'll wake up home in his bed and be safe.

There's more noises. A rifle being loaded. His heart hammering in his chest. 

He will wake up soon. He doesn't want to die.

A click of the safety being released. A muffled sob escaping his lips.

He doesn't want to die.

“Fire!”

HE DOESN'T WANT TO DIE!

A trigger being pulled. 

A deafening blast sends him reeling, all other sound drowns under the piercing ring in his ears. His head throbs. His body collapses. He hopes it'll be quick. He hopes it'll be over before he feels it. He-

He's still alive.

The pain of a bullet tearing through his organs doesn't come. No smell of blood or burning flesh. The world still dark under a blindfold he can still feel on his face. Itzal is still alive.

More hands grab him. The chain is released from the ground and he is being carried away. His legs drag uselessly. His muscles feel like gelatin. His mind in a fog.

Why?

He should feel relief but instead there's a void. Nausea burning up his throat he has no choice but to force down because he's still gagged. 

What's happening?

Was there a mistake? Is he actually dead and his thoughts now are from his ghost trying to cling to life? Where are they taking him? He still can't see. No one's saying anything. What're they going to do to him now?

They drop him on hard stone. “Is this the one you wanted, Lady Matar?”

The blindfold is removed. There's a woman standing in front of Itzal. Short red hair and red eyes. Cloaked in the luxurious vestments of the Constellate. Lady Matar. High Martinet Scarlet Matar.

The master of judicial law stares down at the young tiefling, drinking in the tears on his face.

The way she smiles at him is the most terrifying thing he's ever seen.

“Yes. I will be taking him now.”

[shield-o-futuro]

Agora quero saber qual foi a reação da Natasha quando a Yelena voltou pra casa sem a Scarlet 🤣

Natasha: Achei um absurdo, obviamente. Eu quis matar ela, como a Yelena me faz uma coisa dessas? Não importa se a Scarlett sabe se virar, se elas saíram juntas, então ela tinha que ter trazido a Scar de volta. Eu nunca deixei o Yaqub em lugar nenhum.

Yaqub: Isso porque nós nunca saímos juntos sozinhos, mas confio que você não me deixaria pra trás mesmo. Se eu tivesse com elas, isso não aconteceria.

[immagrosscandy]

Clover está bailando con La muerte y no lo sabe--

Pq debo shippearlos, me duelen, me queman, me lastiman.

A veces uno tiene que hacer lo que el corazon mande... aunque duela hacerlo

Yo no quiero matar a Scarlet, pero tengo que hacerlo....... vos no queres shippearlos.... pero tenes que hacerlo...... es lo que manda el corazon 😔

Osea yo lo veo y lo shipeo es simple es claro algo mas no se pide en la vida vite? hay que shipearlis el deber llama y hay que contestar....

el angst es inimaginable eso lo hace mejor 😎

eu no te imaginas la cantidad de personas que shipean a sus mcs con Daniel es de no creer xdd

[firapolemos05]

Please

[cxrsedlovers]

-  ̗̀♘RUKI LABYRINTH END: ESPAÑOL

•️ੈ۪۫✦• • • ━━━━━

【♕Lugar: Iglesia】

Yui: Nn...

Yui: (Huh... ¿Dónde estoy? Se supone que debía haber huido de la iglesia con Ruki-kun...)

Yui: Eh... ¿Por qué...? ¿Por qué estaba durmiendo aquí si pensé que habíamos salido de la iglesia?

Yui: Uh, Ruki-kun... ¿¡Dónde está Ruki-kun?

—La campana de la iglesia suena—.

Yui; ¡Kyaa!

Yui: ¿La campana de la iglesia...? Eso me sorprendió...

Reiji: Finalmente el sello se rompió. Nos hiciste esperar demasiado.

Yui: ¿Eh...?

Reiji: Es un poco lamentable que tú seas la persona sagrada, pero es indiferente.

Reiji: No hay ningún error mientras estés en esta iglesia.

Yui: ¿Reiji-san...? ¿Por qué estás aquí...?

Yui: (No, he visto esta escena antes. Podría ser esto——)

Kou: Oh, me encontrastre. Y eso que iba a ocultar mi presencia.

Kou: Oye, ¿nos podrías entregar a Eva? Carla-kun la desea.

Yui: (No hay duda, es igual que en aquel momento——)

???: Tú deberías venir a mí. No hay otras opciones.

Ayato: Te mimaré mucho. Hasta que me canse.

Yui: (¡¡Por primera vez, exactamente lo mismo que cuando desperté en esta iglesia...!!)

Yui: ¿Qué es esto...? ¿Sucedió algo...?

Yui: (¡Exacto, Ruki-kun! Tengo que ir a la mansión Orange y encontrarme con Ruki-kun——).

【♕Lugar: Mansión Orange - Hall de entrada】

Ruki: Has vuelto, Shin.

Shin: ¡Ah, hermano!

Yui: (¡Ruki-kun...! Este encuentro es exactamente el mismo también).

Yui: (Pero, estoy segura de que Ruki-kun aún mantiene sus recuerdos——)

Ruki: …Shin. ¿Dices que esta es Eva, quien estaba en la iglesia?

Yui: Eh...

Yui: (¿Él no recuerda...?)

Yui: (Esa mirada gélida y penetrante. ¿Otra vez se distorsionaron sus recuerdos...?)

Yui: (¡Pese a que le costó tanto recuperarlos!)

Yui: ¿Por qué...? ¿¡Por qué——!?

【♕Lugar: Habitación secreta - Luz interior】

Karlheinz: Rebobinaré el tiempo en ese jardín en miniatura tantas veces como sea posible.

Karlheinz: Ruki y Eva. Hasta que ambos superen la prueba.

Karlheinz: Sin embargo, incluso si retrocedo el tiempo vuestras almas seguirán recordando ese objetivo.

Karlheinz: Si no salen de allí pronto, vuestras almas se romperán gradualmente conforme pasen los días.

Karlheinz: Aún así... Este también podría ser vuestro destino.

【♕Lugar: Bosque】

Ruki: ¡Púdrete en el infierno!

—Ruki corta a Yūma—.

Yūma: Ugh... ¡Agh——!

—Yūma se desploma en el suelo—.

Yui: No puede ser... Yūma-kun está...

—Yui corre hasta Yūma—.

Yui: ¡Yūma-kun! Espera, ¡¡Yūma-kun!!

Yui: (No... La cuchilla atravesó su corazón... ¿Por qué es que está sucediendo esto?)

Yui: (Anteriormente esto no hubiera sucedido... ¿Dónde me equivoqué?)

Ruki: ...Ugh——

Yui: ¿¡Ruki-kun!?

Ruki: Ah... Ah... ¿A quién... Maté...?

Ruki: De ninguna manera... Yūma... ¿Yo——

Yui: (Su recuerdos... ¿¡Han regresado!?)

Ruki: ... Yo... ——

—Ruki cae de rodillas—.

Ruki: —grita con todas sus fuerzas—.

Yui: ¡Ruki-kun, mantén la calma! ¡No es tu culpa! ¡¡No es culpa de Ruki-kun!!

Yui: ¡¡Ruki-kun no sería capaz de matar a una mosca——!!

—La pantalla se vuelve blanca—.

【♕Lugar: Iglesia】

Yui: ¡...!

Yui: (... ¿Es esto un sueño? No, no lo es. Esto es——)

—La campana de la iglesia suena—.

Yui: (Nuevamente, está sucediendo...)

[Monólogo]:

❝ Una y otra vez, el tiempo retrocede y me despierto en la iglesia. Por alguna razón, todavía lo recuerdo.

Y nuevamente, con Ruki-kun, cuyos recuerdos estaban distorsionados, la historia comenzó de cero.

A veces, Ruki-kun mataba a Kou-kun y los demás.

A veces, Ruki-kun perdía la vida.

A veces, quien perdía la vida era yo.

Pero de nuevo, me despierto en la iglesia y todo empieza otra vez. En esta batalla interminable. ❞

【♕Lugar: Mansión Orange - Habitación de Ruki】

Ruki: Uh... Ugh...

Yui: Ruki-kun, ¿¡estás bien!? ¡Oye, despierta!

Ruki: ... Ah, ah... Justo ahora...

Yui: Está bien. Acabas de tener un mal sueño...

Ruki: Un sueño... ¿Fue un sueño? ¿Estás segura?

Yui: ¿Eh...?

Ruki: Soñé con una escena donde mataba a Yūma de Scarlet con mis propias manos. Todavía siento ese toque en mis manos...

Yui: Eso es...

Ruki: También hubo escenas donde asesiné a Kou y a Azusa de la mansión Violet...

Ruki: En ambos casos, estaba gritando delante de los cadáveres...

Yui: Fue un... Sueño. Todo eso fueron malos sueños.

Yui: (Ruki-kun, quien había perdido sus recuerdos, repite esas escenas pasadas en sus sueños).

Yui: (Una escena miserable, que se repite una y otra vez——)

Ruki: ¿Los sueños son tan explícitos...?

Ruki: Vi el momento en el que los asesiné. Y allí estabas, con los ojos bien abiertos, admirándome, y después——

Yui: ¡¡Ruki-kun!!

—Yui abraza a Ruki—.

Yui: Vamos a olvidarnos de eso. Todo fue un sueño. O mejor dicho, todo fue un mal sueño.

Ruki: ...Ya veo.

Ruki: Eva... Eres muy cariñosa.

Yui: Si le calma a Ruki-kun, te abrazaré siempre.

Ruki: Sí... Gracias.

Ruki: ...No, esto no puede ser.

Yui: ¿Eh?

Ruki: Algún día... Esta vez, te terminaré matando... No sé por qué, pero lo puedo ver.

Ruki: Estarás recostada sobre un charco de sangre——

Yui: ...

Ruki: Y no lo soportaría, así que apuntaría con la espada a mi...

Yui: ¡No, no! ¡¡No quiero escuchar eso!!

Yui: ¡Detengámoslo ahora! ¡Esto es un sueño, un mal sueño!

Yui: ¡Despertarme en la iglesia y estar en esta mansión es solo un sueño!

Yui: (Así que por favor, despierta pronto).

Yui: (Antes de que Ruki-kun y yo nos rompamos).

Yui: (Por favor, quien sea... Ayúdenos).

『Labyrinth END』

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[uncomicmas]

Reseña de "YOUNG #HELLBOY THE HIDDEN LAND #2 DE 4" con spoilers ya a la venta por Dark Horse Comics Dark Horse Comics nos trae una historia de la divertida y peligrosa infancia de Hellboy. ¿De Qué viene? En YOUNG HELLBOY THE HIDDEN LAND #1 Hellboy y el Profesor Bruttenholm se estrellan cerca de una isla misteriosa y son ayudados por Scarlet Santiago -Sky Devil, una heroína/piloto de esa época que lleva dos años desaparecida. Esta isla tiene todo tipo de seres extraños peligrosos y prehistóricos. TRAMA Hellboy y el Profesor Bruttenholm se separan en la isla y Hellboy logra compartir con Scarlet, para descubrir que ella se puede convertir en un Gorila gigante adquiriendo super poderes, gracias a un ritual que hizo esos simios inteligentes cuando ella se estrelló en este lugar. Scarlet lucha contra un Tirano saurio al mejor estilo de una película de King Kong, una secuencia genial e intensa. Hellboy no puede contener el secreto de Scarlet y se lo comenta al Profesor, es cuando le pide a Scarlet que le permitan revisar la isla porque siente una gran presencia mágica, ella le responde que los habitantes de este lugar no quieren que nadie se acerque al templo escondido. Pero en ese templo otros seres de la isla llevaron al fanático religioso que quería matar a Hellboy en el avión, su sangre va a despertar a una momia la Reina Vesperra, que despertó hambrienta de sangre y caos. Esta segunda entrega mezcla el género de superhéroes de la era de pulpa de los cómics con el misterio y suspenso de Hellboy. ARTE El arte de Craig Rousseau nos adentra en un mundo que se detuvo en el tiempo, con mucha acción, misterio y terror. La fortaleza y sensualidad de Scarlet brilla en cada secuencia. Resumen Hellboy y Scarlet están por vivir una peligrosa aventura en esta isla Calificación 5 de 5 Créditos Escritor: Mike Mignola, Thomas Sniegoski Artista: Craig Rousseau Rotulador: Clem Robins Colorista: Dave Stewart Portada: Matt Smith Fecha de Lanzamiento: 31 de Marzo Publicado por: Dark Horse Comics Fuente @darkhorsecomics https://www.instagram.com/p/CNFeWi3HoXs/?igshid=o5b3ar37sf39

[p4ssycatcheshire-arquivado]

- Eu entendo você ter inveja da sua irmã, mas ela, sabe... Não tem um cabeção que nem você. Não me leva a mal, ou leve, até os idiotas dos Tweedledee e Tweedledum são mais bonitos que você. - disse para Scarlet num tom de brincadeira mas que soava muito verdadeiro. O Cat Cheshire estava irritado aquele dia e o motivo era os vilões. Nunca foi de se intrometer na vida dos outros - apenas se fosse necessário, claro. E em Storybrooke, assim como os mocinhos ele sentia-se ameaçado mas não por muito tempo. Quando encontrou a cabeleira ruiva em meio algum restaurante da cidade, não pediu com licença ao sentar na mesa e começar o seu monologo. - Se você encostar um dedo na Alice, eu vou matar você. Pedacinhos, por pedacinhos. Ouviu bem? - a questionou sem medo pois nunca tinha sentindo esse sentimento por ela, talvez pena, mas era até demais sentir algo por alguém sem coração como a Rainha Vermelha. 

@iheartya​​

[firapolemos05]

Scarlet Samhain

Bloodied knuckles | Tear stained cheeks | Rust | A busted lip | Claws | Fangs | A bloody nose | Chattering teeth | A dark space underneath the bed | Scratching noises on a wall | Creaking metal | Fog | Dancing under moonlight | Blood dripping lips | Heavy breathing in the dark | A feeling of unexplained dread | A figure in a dark corner |  Dirty peeling wallpaper | A bloody handprint on the wall | Sobbing in the dark | Bite marks on the skin | Eerie whispers | A hood covering a stranger’s eyes | The growl of a hidden animal | The sound of a blade being sharpened | A deep, dark forest | Walking on the streets alone at night | A cobweb-filled, abandoned building | Eyes darting in paranoia | A heavy beating pulse | The feeling of being trapped | Struggling to get out a scream | Boards covering broken windows | A quiet graveyard | A gas station in the middle of nowhere | A road that never ends | Heavy fog rolling in | The scent of blood in the air | Eerie old photographs | Walking along traintracks at night | A chill going up the spine | Gathering crows | A dusty, dimly lit study | Mist over a deserted cobblestone street | Ghost towns | Shadows around a campfire | The sound of chanting | Church bells tolling | An orange harvest moon | A broken down carnival | A dirty stuffed animal abandoned | Wiping bloody hands on fabric | Nightmares | Waking up in a panic | A power outage | Heavy lightning storms | A secret trap door | The feeling of being watched | Fear from trauma | A Ouija board set out on a table | An eerie doll | A scream of anguish and pain | Withered plants | A room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust  | Owl eyes in the dark | Curled, dead tree branches | A ritual altar | Flickering candles | A lantern held up in the dark | Fear of being followed | Creaking floorboards | Repressed, horrible memories | Clenched teeth | Soft, echoing piano keys | An old book covered in dust | Many pairs of glaring eyes | Stumbling in pitch black darkness | Being stranded in the middle of nowhere | Tarot cards on a table | A trail of blood

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Bloodied knuckles | Tear stained cheeks | Rust | A busted lip | Claws | Fangs | A bloody nose | Chattering teeth | A dark space underneath the bed | Scratching noises on a wall | Creaking metal | Fog | Dancing under moonlight | Blood dripping lips | Heavy breathing in the dark | A feeling of unexplained dread | A figure in a dark corner |  Dirty peeling wallpaper | A bloody handprint on the wall | Sobbing in the dark | Bite marks on the skin | Eerie whispers | A hood covering a stranger’s eyes | The growl of a hidden animal | The sound of a blade being sharpened | A deep, dark forest | Walking on the streets alone at night | A cobweb-filled, abandoned building | Eyes darting in paranoia | A heavy beating pulse | The feeling of being trapped | Struggling to get out a scream | Boards covering broken windows | A quiet graveyard | A gas station in the middle of nowhere | A road that never ends | Heavy fog rolling in | The scent of blood in the air | Eerie old photographs | Walking along traintracks at night | A chill going up the spine | Gathering crows | A dusty, dimly lit study | Mist over a deserted cobblestone street | Ghost towns | Shadows around a campfire | The sound of chanting | Church bells tolling | An orange harvest moon | A broken down carnival | A dirty stuffed animal abandoned | Wiping bloody hands on fabric | Nightmares | Waking up in a panic | A power outage | Heavy lightning storms | A secret trap door | The feeling of being watched | Fear from trauma | A Ouija board set out on a table | An eerie doll | A scream of anguish and pain | Withered plants | A room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust  | Owl eyes in the dark | Curled, dead tree branches | A ritual altar | Flickering candles | A lantern held up in the dark | Fear of being followed | Creaking floorboards | Repressed, horrible memories | Clenched teeth | Soft, echoing piano keys | An old book covered in dust | Many pairs of glaring eyes | Stumbling in pitch black darkness | Being stranded in the middle of nowhere | Tarot cards on a table | A trail of blood

[nomadasdigital]

⚠ SPOILERS ⚠

Cuando sintonizas el final de la temporada (¿serie?) de WandaVision, probablemente no esperabas ver a dos Visiones flotantes realizaran un seminario sobre filosofía griega antigua, tema de discusión: el "Barco de Teseo". La respuesta es importante, ya que White Vision ha sido programado para "destruir a Vision", un error de codificación tremendamente ambiguo que parece insondable en su estupidez.

A lo largo de sus nueve salvajes episodios, WandaVision se ocupa de ideas y conceptos que probablemente nunca esperaste ver en el MCU, para el caso, en cualquier tipo de programa de televisión. El episodio final apropiadamente nombrado, "The Series Finale", finalmente trae algo de esa acción de MCU de la vieja escuela en la mezcla, pero mantiene las escenas de lucha en línea con la inclinación del programa por los latigazos de humor. Wanda (Elizabeth Olsen) encuentra a Scarlet Witch dentro de sí en una batalla mágica psicológicamente cargada con la poderosa Agatha Harkness (Kathryn Hahn). Darcy Lewis (Kat Dennings) inmoviliza a Tyler Hayward (Josh Stamberg) en su SUV después de que las nuevas habilidades de Monica Rambeau (Teyonah Parris) se encarguen de su potencia de fuego. Ah, y en cuanto a Pietro (Evan Peters) ... bueno, al menos ahora sabemos lo que el marido de la comedia de situación de Agatha, Ralph, ha estado haciendo todo este tiempo.

Podría decirse que el giro de pelea más genial en el final de la serie es la batalla entre la versión Westview de Vision de Wanda (Paul Bettany) y White Vision (también Bettany), recién reactivado por SWORD y salir a matar. La batalla comienza exactamente como te imaginas, con golpes, vuelo y poderes de fase en una exhibición completa y gloriosa. Sin embargo, la pareja pronto se encuentra en la biblioteca de la ciudad, y la versión de Visión de Wanda convierte la batalla en una discusión filosófica que finalmente convence a White Vision de retirarse. Es el enfrentamiento perfecto entre dos versiones dramáticamente diferentes del personaje más pacifista y analítico del MCU, y posiblemente la única pelea de superhéroes en la que el "golpe" final es una cortés conversación en el aire sobre la naturaleza de la existencia. Pero, ¿cuál es exactamente esa metáfora que usaron con tanta eficacia para calmar la situación? 

El "Barco de Teseo" es un antiguo rompecabezas que pregunta si un objeto puede conservar su naturaleza fundamental incluso si reemplaza todas sus partes. También viene con una misión secundaria interesante: si usas las piezas originales desechadas para construir un objeto nuevo e idéntico, ¿cuál de ellas es el objeto?

Vision usa el Barco de Teseo para explicar que él es básicamente el barco reconstruido, ya que todas sus tablas y velas metafóricas han sido cambiadas y no tiene ningún material original en él. Gracias a este tecnicismo, su estado como el verdadero Visión está en duda, y White Vision no está obligado por su programación a matarlo. Mientras tanto, White Vision son los tablones originales que se han ensamblado una vez más, lo que hace que ambas versiones de la Visión sean el verdadero "barco" y algo más al mismo tiempo.

Con una conversación filosófica, los dos evalúan su situación, y Visión ayuda a la White Vision a recuperar sus recuerdos y, con suerte, a encontrar la manera de ser el único barco real una vez más. Ciertamente, Vision parece creer que este es el caso. Después de todo, mientras espera desaparecer con el Hex, se pregunta en qué se convertirá a continuación y deja a Wanda con la seguridad mutua de que se volverán a encontrar.

Al final, ambos Visiones simplemente aceptan la paradoja, casi admitiendo que la cuestión de la identidad absoluta no tiene solución o es irrelevante. Lo que parece ser exactamente el tipo de conclusión a la que llegaría Visión: el cual se ha vuelto un poco más místico a lo largo de los años.

Resumiendo sus cambios de identidad con el tiempo en su momento final con Wanda, Visión dice: “He sido una voz sin cuerpo. Un cuerpo, pero no humano. Y ahora, nada más un recuerdo. Aún no sé que más puedo ser".

Hablando en una entrevista con Esquire, donde se le planteó la pregunta sobre cómo sería el futuro de Visión en el MCU, el actor Paul Bettany respondió: "¿Cómo hago esto sin spoilers? Supongo que hemos visto lo que le sucede a Wanda cuando se le quita el amor ... y me pregunto cómo se vería eso con Visión". Quizás Doctor Strange In The Multiverse Of Madness se vaya dentro de la madriguera del conejo. Es mejor empezar a repasar esa filosofía de dos mil años. Tenemos un año más o menos.

★ Próximas fechas de lanzamiento

Loki (Disney+)  Julio 11, 2021

Black Widow (2021) Mayo 07, 2021

Eternals (2021) Noviembre 05, 2021

Shang-Chi And The Legend Of The Ten Rings (2021) Julio 09, 2021

Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021) Diciembre 17, 2021

Thor: Love And Thunder (2022) Mayo 06, 2022

Doctor Strange In The Multiverse Of Madness (2022) Marzo 25, 2022

Black Panther 2 Julio 08, 2022

Captain Marvel 2 (2022) Noviembre 11, 2022

She-Hulk (Disney+) 2022

[oopsbooks]

Tu instinto de protegerme podría ser tan fuerte como tu instinto de matar.

Scarlet (Marissa Meyer)

[firapolemos05]

No devil hides beneath my bed

Part 1, Part 2

@whumptober | Ao3

No. 3 "Like crying out in an empty room, and no one's there except the moon."

No. 9 "Learning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days."

CW: NSFW (minors dni), noncon, captivity, pet whump, mind control, forced kiss, forced arousal, past whipping, licking wounds, mentioned death of a minor, multiple whumpers, creepy whumper, intimate whumper, object insertion (used to hurt and punish), spanking, bath scene, nudity, forced stripping, disassociation, restraints, future forced prostitution, whumpee injures whumper, begging, non-human whumpee, 'master' as a title, thoughts of self-harm, muzzles

(This fic is a direct sequel to my other story Still your heart, so much to prove so I recommend reading that before this. And of course Please Mind the Content Warnings.)

Tonight was not a fight night, so the Champion was rather alarmed when the silence of the dark cell was broken by the approaching footsteps of several people. Perhaps there was an event he'd forgotten? Did Master have company tonight, someone she wanted to show him off to? Was she angry?

The notion made him shiver as his blood ran cold. He thought he'd been good since the last time he was punished. Memories flooded back from that horrible night at the fighting pit. A too-young body lying cold. The bite of shackles and Master's whip. The wounds on his back were still sore.

It's why he was here, in a cold, dark stone box rather than his more comfortable quarters. His disobedience had cost him that privilege. He scrambles off the pallet serving as his makeshift bed, pushing himself to his knees as the door begins to open. But it was only a couple servants and one of the manor guards.

"You are being summoned to meet the master’s guest. She has ordered that you be presentable."

Most of the tension and anxiety drains out of the Champion’s shoulders. Ah, so it was just some company for the night. Nothing too out of the ordinary. He wasn't in trouble. Master wasn't angry.

He rises to his feet, following them down the familiar corridor to the baths. If he was being displayed to a guest, then he needed to look his best. He may be a fighter who got himself covered with blood and bruises for other's entertainment, but outside the caged arena, all he was was Master Scarlet's pretty little trophy. And pretty little trophies shouldn't be soiled with dirt, or unkempt hair, or the smell of old stone that enclosed his cell.

None of them speak a word, not during the walk, and not when they enter the bright, cold marble room. The servants because it was unnecessary; they knew the procedure. The Champion because he was not permitted to speak to them. Or at all, and he learned long ago what doing so without permission would get him. The guard takes post at the door while the other two strip the tiefling of the sparse fabric adorning his body. The enchanted gilded gold shackles chaining his wrists, along with his golden collar, are left untouched. 

The hot water is a rare comfort. It chases away the chill of the stone tiles where he kneels, glittering black streaked with bold white. The servants pour the water and lather various scented oils and lotions into his skin and hair. 

There was once chains dangling from the ceiling, forcing him upright as they hosed him down.

He lets his mind drift off. The air smells of roses and apricots.

He'd snap at any hands that drew close, until they forced a muzzle over his head and sedatives into his bloodstream.

Indifferent hands scrub a bit too rough at his still healing back. It hurts, he doesn't dare move.

' "He's forgotten that he is first and foremost a slave." '

It's far from the worst bath the Champion has ever had. He at least now has the privilege of being allowed to clean his lower half on his own.

He buries the memories back down.

One moment the warm steam curls up his skin, and he lets himself get lost in the feeling of being somewhere else. Someplace with no chains, cages, or whips to assault him. Someplace he can finally see the sun as much as he wants.

Then the next moment, he blinks and there's the touch of smooth, cool fabric. The water is gone, and he's standing as the servants dress him. By now he's already accustomed to the disappointment. Pants of sheer black chiffon embroidered with tiny red gemstones secured with laces up his thighs. Opaque black cloth with golden thread hangs from his waist, front and back. And finally a sash of red silk, set across his lower back before looping around to criss-cross his chest. The gold hooks fastened to either end clipping onto his collar.

It's certainly on the more revealing side of outfits Master has made him wear. But if the tiefling's opinions had mattered at all to her, he wouldn't be here.

Then came the jewelry. Dainty gold chains and more red gems. Draped elegantly around his arms, hips, horns, and tail. Tonight's guest must be expensive clientele if Master is decorating him this much. But they're finished with preparing him, so perhaps the Champion can finally get this meeting over with.

A lift brings them up to the main part of the manor, the churning of the mechanisms a pleasant break to the absent voices. Its doors open, and their master is waiting for them. All three kneel upon stepping off the platform.

With the Champion’s head bowed low, he feels his master’s eyes rove over his form, before she gives a pleased hum. "Good work with him, you two," she praises the servants. "You are dismissed. Follow me, my pet."

She leads him down one of many hallways, lined with various artworks and shining sconces. It's unfamiliar, and while he's supposed to keep his eyes cast downward, he can't help but take in the decor. Usually when Master presents him, he's brought to the dining room or the parlor, or some other gathering area for guests.

She stops at a pair of wooden doors, and once opened, gestures for him to enter.

It's one of the guest bedrooms. 

A crackling fireplace bathes the space in a warm glow, colluding with the darkness leaking in from the night outside the windows and balcony doors. The glow lights up the rich browns of the wooden furniture, carved with ornate motifs that must be the bane of whomever was tasked with keeping them polished and free of dust. His eyes are immediately drawn to the large four-poster bed. The columns at its corners taper to spire-like points above the canopy frame, from which hang silk drapes of burgundy. A cushioned bench sits at its foot, and a plush rug of intricate patterns ('looks like Muthamian make,' says a far-off point of his mind) spans the area of dark hardwood surrounding the bed.

"Ah there he is." The voice pulls the Champion’s attention back to the opposite end of the room. A figure rises from an armchair in front of the fireplace, and years of training make the tiefling drop to his knees, eyes down. "My my. You have my compliments, Scarlet. This is quite the ravishing introduction."

Something about the man's tone doesn't sit well. It twists a knot in his stomach. He can't pinpoint exactly why, it's not like this was the first time someone made condescending remarks towards him.

"I figured this would be to your liking," Master replies. One of her fingers strokes the spikes on his horns, flicking a dangling gemstone. "You did mention wanting to see him in red."

Footfalls approach, and black leather shoes with gold buckles enter the Champion’s vision. A snap of fingers tells him he should look up. Pale stockings, slate blue pants rising high on the waist, a white dress shirt frilled at the collar and cuffs, and a smiling face framed in brown hair. In his hand was a wooden cane with a curved ivory handle.

"A pleasure to formally meet you, Champion," the man greets, words rolling with a thick Mężnydzik accent. Short, rounded ears speak human and high-quality clothes plus a well-trimmed beard speak high class. "Ivan Mitreski, I am an associate of your master."

"It's nice to meet you, sir." The Champion’s reply is automatic.

"Ivan here is rather new to the business with the fighting ring. He was witness to some of your most recent matches."

"Indeed, I was quite impressed. Though it's a shame you weren't able to handle killing that last dark elf fighter."

The comment feels like a slap to the face. Why did he have to remind him of such a failure, a horrible act he was forced to commit?

"His disobedience did come as a surprise," Master states, the coldness of her words further chilling his nerves. "But he won't be foolish enough to repeat such an offense, isn't that right, pet?"

"Yes, Master."

"Why don't you show Ivan what happens when you disobey." She snaps her fingers again and points down.

The tiefling bites his lip and quiets the part of his mind that bristles with humiliation. He hated this command. Lowering his chest to the floor, he crosses his shackled wrists to rest his head on, then raises his hips with an arch of his back. With nothing but a single sash of silk over his torso, there was barely anything to hide the tender stripes now on full display.

He awaits Ivan to make some sort of remark, relieved that he at least didn't have to see the man's face. But instead he was nearly jolted out of his skin as Ivan touched one of the wounds.

"So sensitive."

He wishes he could bite him. Touch still stings.

"If there’s anything else you find yourself desiring, feel free to ring one of the servants. Though come straight to me if he gives you trouble."

'Wait, what?'

"Of course, Scarlet. Again you have my sincerest gratitude for this."

And without a single regard for her pet's confusion, Master turns and departs the room. The Champion was left breaking position to stare at the closed door in bewilderment. 

Master never left him alone with a guest.

'What's going on?'

"Your master has allowed me to spend time with you for a little while." Ivan sits on the bench in front of the bed, cane to the side, and gestures for him to come closer. "Don't be shy now, I'd like to talk with you."

The expression was soft, inviting. A warmth washes over him, easing his nervousness and tension, and he crawls over to kneel in front of the man. Ivan just wants to talk with him, almost no one ever wanted to make conversation with a slave. This would be a nice break from the norm.

"What would you like to talk about, sir?"

"I'd love to hear more about you. Tell me, how did you come to be Scarlet's fighter?"

He usually didn't like to think about this, the memories were often unclear, but with clarity began tragedy. But Ivan wanted to hear what he had to say, so it'd be rude to not answer his questions. "I don't remember everything, sir, but I did something unlawful and got caught. Master says she brought me here as punishment."

"I see, I see," the man nods, no judgment in his tone. "And how long have you been here?"

Another one he didn't know for sure. Prior to the fighting ring, Master had him held under some sort of spell that left him nothing more than a feral animal. Time and language meant nothing. He had no idea how long she kept him like that. "A few years. Sorry I don't know the exact number. But I do know I've been brought to the fights for about four years."

"And from what your master tells me, you became the Champion not too long after joining. That's quite impressive."

"Thank you, sir."

Simple questions like that Ivan asks him. Back and forth they went. The man asked him his age (Master says he's in his early 20s), if he had any family (not anymore), where he grew up (the outskirts of Altruek Atea). The question if he'd ever been in a relationship before seemed a bit off, but when he answered in the negative, Ivan didn't press further, so it was probably harmless.

"Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?"

That catches him off guard. Without thinking, he looks up and Ivan is leaning forward, arms resting on his knees, leveling the tiefling with a strange smile. He doesn't scold the Champion for making eye contact.

It was a compliment, right?

"N-not really. Master sometimes calls me that, but not in a serious way."

"Well that's a shame." His hand reaches over and brushes a lock of black hair behind a pointed ear. "I'm positive you'd be quite popular, little devil."

The touch was gentle, affectionate even. He should’ve detested it. He always did when Master touched him like that, a controlling caress meant to remind him of his place. But somehow this felt different. This stranger . . .no, Ivan's hand and words didn't frighten him. This was the first normal conversation he's had with another person in years.

"Thank you," he replies, as that was the polite thing to say.

Ivan smiles some more, then pats his thigh. "Why don't you come sit with me here?"

He . . .he wanted him to sit on his lap?

"Master says I'm not allowed to sit on the furniture."

"Oh I'm sure she won't mind as long as I'm allowing it, right? Plus she's not here right now, isn't she?"

That did make sense. If Ivan is requesting him to sit with him, it must be okay in this case. And yes, Master had left them alone, with the order to call her only if her pet was being disobedient.

He doesn't want to disobey Ivan.

Rising to his feet, he walks closer. He'd been expecting to simply sit on the man's leg, so he jolts in surprise when Ivan takes hold of his arm and waist and pulls the tiefling onto himself.

"Relax, Champion."

That was a little hard to do now when he was straddling the man. This seemed too close, too . . . intimate. "Is. . .is this what you wanted?"

"Yes, you're being very good, Champion."

Good, Ivan had said. That was reassuring. He wants to be good. So he continues to be good and not move when an arm wraps around his waist. When a hand cups his chin.

When Ivan purses his lips and angles his face towards his. The pressure of the hands holding him told the Champion he should allow himself to-

'What are you DOING?!'

A bubble bursts. A sudden brick shatters the veil that was the charm spell from his mind. Just in time for his wits to scream at him to get away and his body to respond.

It was a trick. A cruel lie.

He shoves at Ivan's chest, pushing the two of them apart. His shoulder takes the brunt of the impact as he fell, but that hardly mattered now. Putting distance between them, the tiefling scrambles back, then faces the man with a snarl.

"Get the fuck away from me!"

The moment those words leave his mouth, he realizes he'll be made to regret it.

Ivan's face holds no trace of that once kind smile. Only cold disappointment. 

"Well then," he begins, standing up and dusting off his shirt, as if the Champion pushing him somehow dirtied it, "I had thought you would've liked to have this the easy way but it appears that isn't the case."

His hand traces a sigil in the air, one all too familiar, and for the second time that week, the Champion feels his mind shut off.

The average charm spell is valued for its subtlety. It falls over the mind like a friendly embrace, the warmth of an inn, a pair of rose tinted glasses. Most people won't even recognize the change until the spell lifts, and certain mages could make it so that their victims won't find out at all.

But a dominate spell holds no such features. It does not need to be subtle. It forces itself onto the mind like a muzzle and cage, locking down the conscious so that the body is a pliant little puppet.

So the Champion can't question it, can't fight back, when Ivan orders him to crawl forward. A hand grasps his jaw and the tiefling is incapable of resisting when Ivan leans in and presses into him with a possessive kiss, devoid of the faux affection. A tongue worms into his mouth, and even through the spell he tenses with revulsion, a small whimper escaping.

Ivan purrs into his ear when he withdraws. "Oh I'm definitely going to enjoy you tonight.” He turns away to drag the bench away from the bed before facing him again. “Be a good boy and kneel right here for me, facing the wall. Arms raised."

His body moves on its own, against his will. He takes his place on the mattress as commanded, lifting his arms over his head without a word. He can only wait in terrible silence as Ivan fixes his shackles to the canopy frame. The man then retrieves several cords of silken rope, tying his ankles to the bed posts. Even his tail was restrained to his leg to keep it out of the way.

The spell goes as easily as it came, allowing the Champion’s awareness of his predicament to set in.

Trapped. Vulnerable. Exposed. 

Too similar to the position he found himself in mere days ago. The ache in his back grew into a throb until he could practically feel the stone pillar against him and smell his own blood.

"Wait." At this point, Master Scarlet usually wouldn't allow him to beg. The damage had been done and he needed to be taught a lesson. But Master wasn't here and maybe Ivan would show mercy. "Sir please, I'm sorry I re-. . . I disobeyed you. Not the whip again, please, anything but that. I can't-"

A hand on his horn pulls his head back, and he cuts himself off to bite back a pathetic sounding mewl as Ivan licks a wet stripe up the shell of his ear. "You beg quite nicely, little devil. Rest assured, I don't intend on lashing you."

The Champion’s thoughts are caught between distrust and relief. He wants to believe him. He can't begin to imagine how painful it would be for his wounds to be assaulted so soon after. That punishment had been agony, he can't handle it again. Is Ivan telling the truth or only trying to lure him into a false sense of secur-?

Something touches his thigh.

His gaze shoots downward and Ivan is undoing the laces in the silk.

"What are you-?" he begins to say, fear tainting his voice, but the man presses a finger to the tiefling's lips and orders him to be quiet. The undone threads bare more skin from thigh to hip, and soon the pants are tossed aside. 

It's when the black cloth is removed, with the red in quick succession before he can protest, that the pieces fall together into a vile puzzle. 

No.

The revealing outfit, Master leaving them alone, the charm spell, the lurid stares and honeyed words on his looks, the kiss, the fact that he is now naked as the day he was born with his legs spread.

No. NO!

"Oh did you figure it out?" The damning chuckle accompanying that question took a sinister tone. A harsh squeeze of his ass shocks the denial right out of him.

The Champion jerks away, body trembling in revulsion and terror. "Don't touch me!" But he can't go far, and the bindings hold tight.

Hands latch onto his hips, and Ivan pressed up against him. To the tiefling's dismay, he can feel the man's hardened member against his thigh. "Let's make something clear, little devil. Your master has given me full permission to use you to my desire. So I have full allowance to touch any part of you I want. Understood? So I have a question for you."

He's prepared to ignore it, or say some lie or refusal depending on what the question is. But then Ivan runs his finger up the length of his tail.

"Is it true tiefling tails are quite sensitive?"

An unfamiliar sensation rushes up his spine. His breath hitches in his chest. A strange heat begins to build up within him.

"Judging by that reaction, I'd say my presumption is correct." And Ivan continues his caresses with a heightened vigor.

What is this?

His tail is sensitive, and each stroke is sending jolts of . . .some feeling throughout his body. It makes him shiver and bite down on his bottom lip, the heat in his face darkening his cheeks and ears. It pools in the region between his legs and he tries to close them to no avail. His toes curl. He can't even thrash his tail to dislodge the offending hand, whose fondling is clouding his mind into fuzz. His brain keeps saying this is wrong, invasive; he doesn't like what this sensation is doing to him.

So why does it feel good?

Each time he tries to pull away, some semblance of his body resists him, tries to lean in for more of this pleasurable touch ('No, this is not pleasurable. You're not enjoying this.') He tries to ignore it. Ignore the touch, ignore the hands and chains. Instead he bites his lips until blood drips down his chin, digs his claws into his palms until they bleed, and focuses on the pain.

And it almost works, if the fingers hadn't been replaced by a tongue.

The Champion's vision floods with blurry stars and the sound he makes is some cross between a gasp and a moan. He would feel ashamed and disgusted with himself if his senses weren't being overwhelmed by his tail being licked and nibbled and dear gods one of you please burn that fucking thing out of Ivan's fucking mouth.

"Oh, you like this don't you? That won't do."

He wishes he could tell the bastard to go fuck himself. This was nothing likable. This was wrong and violating. But unfortunately, he was having a hard time convincing his body of that. He refuses to look down and see how else his body is responding to it. He doesn't even hear the second statement over trying to stop himself from whining and panting like a dog in heat.

When the mouth leaves his tail, it's a breath of relief. Until he lets out a pained yowl as it introduces itself to the wounds on his back.

Saliva stings abused flesh and the Champion writhes in agony. Ivan begins with a stripe across the small of his back and works upward, aiming for all twenty-five. Meanwhile his hands resume their torment of the tiefling's tail, assaulting the poor creature's body and mind with a simultaneous barrage of pleasure and pain.

"S-stop, pl-please!"

"But you taste so good, little devil."

He doesn't want to. He doesn't want any of this. But the touch won't stop.

The whip would be preferable to this, and that terrifies him.

Each stinging lick sends him squirming, arching his back desperate to escape. With every movement, the dangling jewels mock him with their chimes. They only entice his assailant on further. Further. A painful stripe running between his shoulder blades. Strokes at the base of his tail that almost make him break. It's maddening. 

And then a single digit slips under to edge the rim of his entrance. 

NO!

The Champion tosses his head back under a surge of panic, and the tip of his horn catches Ivan right in the face.

The hands release his body with a grunt of pain as the man stumbles back. Looking back over his shoulder, he sees Ivan hold a hand to his bloodied cheek and lets himself bask in the satisfaction. Serves the bastard right, he wishes he gouged out an eye.

But that vindication soon melts away as reality comes to slap him in the face with the enormity of his actions.

He hurt one of Master's guests.

Oh gods, he hurt one of Master's guests. 

The dread returns in full, and only grew when Ivan composes himself and levels the tiefling with a knowing look.

“I- I didn’t mean-.”

“Save your breath. We both know that’s a lie.” He pulls a white handkerchief from his pocket to dab at the wound. “Now I am going to go fix this little mess you made, and when I return, it will be with your master."

"Wait!"

Ivan exits the room, ignoring the Champion’s protests.

His gut twists into a knot. If he wasn't chained up like this, he would've crawled into the smallest space he could to hide.

It's been years since the last time he lashed out. The last time he'd bitten a woman's hand for yanking on one of his horns. The punishment he received for that kept him from ever repeating that mistake again. Until now.

Master's going to be furious.

Whatever's going to happen next will be horrible.

It's futile to try and break free, but he tries anyway. He yanks at the chains holding up his arms, tries to wriggle his legs free of the ropes. Hopes that something will give.

Nothing.

The dread takes hold, squeezing at his insides like a snake constricting prey. The fireplace continues to crackle, yet soon there's more sounds filling the Champion’s ears. It takes a moment before he realizes what he's hearing is his own hyperventilating breath and the rattling of chains from how violently he's shaking. Terror takes root and his fear and anger feed it.

He doesn't know how long they keep him waiting. It simultaneously feels like both eternity and a brief moment.

Footsteps echo from the hallway.

The Champion’s never been the religious type.

'Dear gods.'

The door opens.

Maybe now's the time to try.

'Please don't let this happen.'

"Did you think that just because I'm absent from the room means you can ignore the rules, pet?"

Ever since Master Scarlet first captured him, her voice always felt like icicles stabbing into him. Sharp and cold. Even her words of praise held an icy undertone he could sense under the mask she placed over her apathy.

Scoldings felt like getting trapped in a blizzard.

"It was an accident-" A force he cannot see slaps him across the face. 

"I don't recall giving you permission to speak."

He snaps his mouth closed, burying the hopeless frustration far down so it wouldn’t show. It was always a gamble with her. Sometimes she would ask the tiefling questions expecting an answer, others were only rhetorical. It was up to him to guess the difference.

"Besides, it doesn't matter if it was an accident or not. You're in no place to strike my guests at all. So you are going to apologize to Ivan, now."

His training egged him to submit. He messed up big time and punishment would be worse if he didn't say he was sorry. But anger clawed up his body like a cornered cat. Why should he have to apologize to the bastard? Ivan stood besides Master, puncture wound nowhere to be found, not even a blemish. That only further boiled his rage. Years have gone by without him managing to lash out, and now that he did, there's nothing to show for it? Ivan's wound is gone without a trace, yet the Champion has scars (from far more painful wounds) that will last the rest of his life.

It's not fair.

Does Master know what Ivan's planning to do? Maybe he should tell her. Perhaps she'll stop Ivan to prevent her pet from getting damaged like-

' "Kill the girl." '

No. She wouldn't care.

She definitely knows already. Ivan no doubt has informed her. She doesn't care. She forced her Champion to kill a little girl, of course she wouldn't have anything against this. She doesn't care.

He forces down the rage. The injustice. Forces it down into the deepest pits of his gut. He can't show it. Getting angry is showing disrespect. Hissing his words is showing disrespect. Giving an apology that doesn't sound genuine is showing disrespect.

He growls with venomous sarcasm, "I'm sorry for hurting your fragile pride, sir."

He's not sure how his grip slipped. 

By the way her eyes narrow and fill with disappointment, Master doesn't find it funny. "So easily you forget your lessons. Did we not just have this discussion the night of your recent fight?"

' "He's forgotten that he is first and foremost a slave." '

It doesn't even target him, but the Champion senses her magic take. The shackles above him unhook from the canopy frame and suddenly he's being pulled forward by an unseen force. He falls onto the mattress, arms outstretched, and is helpless as the chains magically meld into the headboard. The position leaves no doubt as to what is meant to transpire.

He won't let himself feel regret. The bastard doesn't deserve it. But the little voice in his head still yells at him. Calls him an idiot for not obeying. 

The bed is soft. Far more comfortable than anything he remembers sleeping on in his life. It feels nice against his face. Maybe if he tried hard enough, he could lose himself in the rare luxury enough to drown out everything else around him. Like with the bath. 

A hand grasps onto his horn and his head is pulled back so he can face his Master standing beside him.

"Let me make this clear, since you're having trouble remembering." Her finger presses into his side and traces a shape. The Champion can't see, but he knows exactly what she's touching. The branded initials of his master’s name seared into his flesh. "What does this mark mean?"

That definitely isn't a rhetorical question. There's an answer that his training won't allow him to forget. "It means I belong to you, Master."

"Good. And given that fact, it should be obvious by now what you are. I own you, pet. You are my slave. You have the title of Champion in the ring because I trained you. You fight for the entertainment of your betters since that's your purpose. To obey your master and entertain however your betters wish you to, whether it be fighting, being a pretty little server, or more private favors. Do you understand?"

His blood runs cold. 'Private favors.' A sugar-coated term for sexual favors. 

Did-

Did that mean this would be a regular thing now? Would there be more people than Ivan who would use and violate him? More pain and more punishments if he refused or didn't satisfy? More-

He feels sick.

In his panic, he forgets to answer Master's question. She snaps her fingers. He senses Ivan behind him again but he can't see what-.

A sharp yelp rips from his throat. 

Something is pushed inside of him. It's cold and hard and covered in some viscous substance. His body instinctively tenses around the foreign object, that strange heat already beginning to sink in.

"If you continue to defy your purpose, expect to receive this punishment more in the future."

This-.

This heat isn't the same as before with his tail. It lingers in the area it started and intensifies. It festers first into a sting, then a burn.

"Take this, Ivan," Master says as she hands over a flexible metal rod, the correction device she often uses on her pet. Said pet barely notices through the tears filling his eyes. He clutches onto the sheets with a desperate but futile wish for escape. 

His insides are on fire.

What the fuck did they put in him?

"Strike him."

The rod cracks across the top of his right thigh, an acute twinge that gets drowned out by the burning spike as he tenses against the fiery intrusion.

It hurts in such an intimate way. He should’ve known; the rod by itself was too easy a punishment. 

"First question: what are you?"

The moment he requires to register the question is taken as hesitation, and upon the next strike, the pain only grows worse and worse until it’s an effort to keep his words coherent. “S-stop!"

Smack!

"What are you?"

"Please, I'm sorry!"

Smack!

"Make it stop! Master, please!"

So this must be what the Infernal Hells are like. How ironic that a being of fiendish blood faces his own hell on the mortal plane. Devils did always like to scope out evil, and Master Scarlet had enough of it to last an immortal life. Hellfire would be a measly candle compared to the sear that tears through him.

"What are you?"

He can't even try to turn onto his side, the way his legs are bound won't allow it. The rod strikes an already tender welt and he howls. 

"A sl- a slave," he finally chokes out, because this is too much. He'll do whatever Master commands to get this to end.

But the rod falls down on him again and Master repeats her question. So the Champion cries out the horrible word again because that is the right answer, isn't it? It has to be, there's nothing else it could-

Oh.

"I-I'm your sl-slave!"

There's a pause as Master acknowledges the correction, and her frown lifts into a pleased grin. "Again, louder."

Tears streaming down his face, he screams as the agony flares once more. "I'M YOUR SLAVE!" He wants this to end, he can't take it anymore. 

Pathetic. Weak.

"Good boy. Second question." 

He hates her. There is not a single fiber of his being that doesn't roar with contempt for this woman. He mentally prays to every god he knows to curse her with an excruciating death.

"What is your purpose?"

A far off point of the tiefling's mind hears this and thinks, 'To rid this world of you someday.' It's a wishful thought, wrapped in a fantasy. It barely registers to him through the fire.

"T-to obey a-and entertain!"

Smack!

All he can focus on right now is the pain and doing what his master wants.

"Say it the right way, pet."

"I'M TO OBEY AND ENTERTAIN!"

His face hits the mattress, and it takes several seconds of heavy, uninterrupted breathing and no more strikes of the rod for him to realize Master finally released him. It's over. His breath is short and ragged, throat full of cotton. He tastes salt and iron from his tears and ruined lip. His wrists probably don't look very good either from how much he tugged on the chains. He doesn't want to know what his ass and thighs look like right now. The rod doesn’t usually draw blood, but there’ll definitely be some nasty marks that’ll swell.

Another sudden touch startles him, and he doesn’t have the energy to stifle the whimpers as that awful whatever-it-was is pulled out of him. He nearly cries again in sheer relief as that burning presence fades. 

"You have thirty more minutes, Ivan."

That picture of relief is shattered. Ivan is still here. Ivan still hasn’t finished with him. This isn’t over yet, they aren’t done hurting him yet. This man is still going to rape him.

"Oh that should be plenty of time," the man replies, unfazed by the tiefling's broken wail.

"I would hope you have some form of covering, or else that cream will give you a bad night as well."

"Worry not, I've come prepared." 

"Good. Have him repeat his rule until he no longer hesitates. Let me know how he performs."

With that final damning note, Master Scarlet made her departure. And Ivan turned to the battered and crying slave before him, cruely brushing his thumb over a welt before unbuttoning his pants. "Well, little devil, it's just you and me. I'm still waiting for that apology."

The Champion buries his sobs into the bedsheets.

----

They chained him up and muzzled him for his second bath.

He didn't want any more hands on him. No more touch.

But since when did the Champion’s desires matter?

The water could wash away tears, blood, and other bodily fluids. It could not wash away bruises and bite marks that were definitely going to scar. Soreness and pain where it shouldn’t be. Nor could it stop making him feel sick, wrong, filthy, disgusting, weak.

He's back in his cell, lying on his palette curled up in a tight ball. Not a scrap of clothing adorns him, only the dainty little jewels that, with his hands bound behind his back, he isn't able to rip off.

He isn't able to rip at his skin either. To tear away soiled flesh and let blood chase away the phantoms that wouldn't cease their tormenting caress.

Master had stopped by minutes ago to tell him the news. She would be hosting a dinner party in a couple nights, and he would be present. 

She informed him of its purpose. 

The events of tonight weren't going to be a one-time occurrence. 

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Fire Sans

Ficha: *Seis séculos/567 anos! *1,68                     *Usa nos dedos do meio alianças de relacionamentos passados como uma ofensa! (Não é totalmente cannom, mas ele usa as alianças!)                 *Nasceu no ano de 1453, sua data de criação é 17/04/2019-04/17/2019!         *Tem o habito de fumar com extrema frequência! *Tem diversas faixas cirurgicas espalhadas pelo corpo, junto de manchas negras de queimadura, principalmente nas mãos e pés! *Tem o crânio rachado e olhos escarlates como brasas! *Não fala com entes queridos como filhos ou amigos, se afastando deles! *Tem uma personalidade desconfiada e levemente ignorante com pessoas desconhecidas, se torna agressivo e frio com certa facilidade. Raramente deixa alguém se aproximar de si ou lhe tocar, evita muito aproximação a não ser que esteja bem bêbado e distraído. É difícil ter sua confiança, é esquentadinho, protetor e reservado em relação a sentimentos, chega a ser honesto em excesso! *Quando cansado ou bêbado se torna manso, quando sozinho fica deprimido e desanimado, não é tão apegado a relacionamentos mas quando se apega é carinhoso, atencioso, cuidadoso e compreensível! *Tem um lado meio demônio, e a cada instante esse lado cresce mais ainda, sendo algo ruim pra si! *Seus únicos amigos próximos são Crystal e DJ-Luke! *Carrega consigo uma velha foto de sua família! *Visita seu amigo Luke que está preso em seu mundo para que não fique totalmente sozinho... Mas perder essa mania! *Shipp semi-cannom com Snape Seiza (By; Kazemaro)! *Fanchild’s oficiais: Obsidian, Nhatyn, Vulce, Blaze e Candle! *Tem o habito ruim de se afastar e isolar das pessoas, principalmente de amigos e parentes, pessoas próximas que o amam! *Tem pirocinese, habilidade de gerar, manipular e controlar o fogo, fora o poder adicional sobre certos demônios de portes pequenos! *Tem um certo medo e paranoia em relação a ser o motivo de dor e sofrimento daqueles com quem se importa e ama, ser o causador do caos, o problema! *Adora maionese e bacon, e não gosta de carne... mas não sabe que bacon é carne!(Não ouse contar pra ele!!!) *Tem diversas crises de dor de cabeça e intensa insônia! *Gosta de observar o mar de longe e o cotidiano dos animais pequenos, lhe traz uma calmaria que ele não tem. Gosta de cozinhar e cuidar de alguém como se fosse um filhotinho. Fumar, beber e queimar folhas secas e outras coisas pequenas e sem vida são seu passatempo preferido! *Não gosta de ser tocado, que se aproximem muito de si sem permissão, que se intrometam em sua vida, carne, café, a cor amarela, mentiras! *HP: ??? *AT: Aumenta aleatoriamente! *DF: 85 *Água não é o suficiente para lhe matar, mas se atingir o núcleo que é sua alma, pode o enfraquecer, sua outra fraqueza são as pessoas que ama! *Surtos de raivas repentinos! *Seu pai era um demônio e sua mãe uma mulher normal, ambos tiveram um relacionamento proibido e foram mortos por isso e Fire foi abandonado em uma igreja velha e abandonada, aonde cresceu! *Pela falta de controle sobre seu poder causou diversos acidentes e incêndios e foi caçado várias vezes, denominado como aberração e monstro! *Tem uma certa amizade com Aquarius (Ex parceiro) após ele voltar a vida, tendo um belo laço entre amigos! *Visita Crystal algumas vezes para buscar cura de ferimentos graves e faixas cirurgicas especiais que ajudam a controlar seu poder e a não se ferir usando ele! (Mais informações em breve ou não, sabe deus) --- Comentário adicional: Bem, este aqui é o meu primeiro Oc oficial desta categoria (Esqueleto), pela ordem certa seria o quinto Oc e no geral eu não sei! Bem, esse é o Fire, um personagem bem complicado e azarado no quesito shipp, ele participou de mais de 5, fora uns que eu não posso citar. Esperamos que dê certo dessa vez, torçam por ele. Então, ele está aberto pra amizades e coisas assim, podem fazer fan art e asks pra ele que eu sou desocupada e ele também, vamos responder. Irem trazer ele aqui bastante, estou até fazendo uma comic de brincadeira sobre os shipps que ele passou, só pra descontrair, espero que gostem dele e quero fan arts dessa coisa linda, amo ele na real! Beijinhos e até mais! --- Are you ready for this post? - We're captain! I didn't hear you right! - We're captain! [Insert funny sound here] [ENG]

Fire Sans

Token: * Six centuries / 567 years! *1,68 * Use alliances of past relationships on your middle fingers as an offense! (It's not entirely cannom, but he does use the rings!)* Born in the year 1453, its creation date is 17/04 / 2019-04 / 17/2019.* Has the habit of smoking extremely often! * It has several surgical strips spread throughout the body, along with black burn spots, mainly on the hands and feet! * Has a cracked skull and scarlet eyes like embers! * Don't talk to loved ones like children or friends, moving away from them! * Has a suspicious and slightly ignorant personality with unknown people, becomes aggressive and cold with some ease. He rarely lets anyone approach or touch him, he avoids too much approach unless he is well drunk and distracted. It is difficult to have your confidence, it is warm, protective and reserved in relation to feelings, it gets to be honest in excess! * When tired or drunk he becomes tame, when alone he is depressed and discouraged, he is not so attached to relationships but when he is attached he is loving, attentive, careful and understandable! * It has a demon side, and every moment it grows even more, being something bad for you! * Your only close friends are Crystal and DJ-Luke! * Carry an old photo of your family with you! * Visit your friend Luke who is trapped in his world so he won't be totally alone ... But lose this craze! * Semi-cannom shipp with Snape Seiza (By; Kazemaro)! * Official fanchild’s: Obsidian, Nhatyn, Vulce, Blaze and Candle! * Has a bad habit of getting away and isolating people, especially friends and relatives, close people who love you! * Has pyrokinesis, ability to generate, manipulate and control fire, in addition to the additional power over certain small demons! * Has a certain fear and paranoia about being the reason for the pain and suffering of those you care and love, being the cause of chaos, the problem! * Loves mayonnaise and bacon, and doesn't like meat ... but doesn't know that bacon is meat! (Don't you dare tell him !!!) * Has several bouts of headache and intense insomnia! * Likes to observe the sea from afar and the daily life of small animals, it brings him a calm that he does not have. He likes to cook and take care of someone like a puppy. Smoking, drinking and burning dry leaves and other small, lifeless things are your favorite pastime! * He doesn't like to be touched, to get too close to him without permission, to meddle in his life, meat, coffee, the yellow color, lies! * HP: ??? * AT: Increases randomly! * DF: 85 * Water is not enough to kill you, but if it reaches the core that is your soul, it can weaken you, your other weakness is the people you love! * Sudden outbreaks of rabies! * Your father was a demon and your mother a normal woman, both had a forbidden relationship and were killed for it and Fire was abandoned in an old and abandoned church, where he grew up! * Due to the lack of control over his power, he caused several accidents and fires and was hunted several times, known as freak and monster! * Has a certain friendship with Aquarius (Ex partner) after he comes back to life, having a beautiful bond between friends! * Visit Crystal a few times to seek healing from serious injuries and special surgical bands that help you control your power and not hurt yourself using it! (More information soon or not, god knows) --- Additional comment: Well, this is my first official Oc of this category (Skeleton), in the right order it would be the fifth Oc and in general I don't know! Well, this is Fire, a very complicated and unlucky character in terms of shipp, he participated in more than 5, apart from ones that I can't name. We hope it works out this time, cheer for him.So, he is open to friendships and things like that, they can make fan art and ask him that I am unemployed and he too, we will answer. They will bring him here a lot, I'm even doing a comic joke about the shipps he went through, just to relax, I hope you like him and I want fan arts of this beautiful thing, I love him for real! Kisses and even more!