#bc it’s impossible to travel any other way when you live at the end of the world

[selfconsciousfangirl]

Today was 35C (95F) and it’s not even summer yet. We're in the middle of yet another heatwave and it's miserable. I hate this. I hate that I feel so helpless to stop this. I don’t drive, I take public transport everywhere; we're careful not to waste food & very mindful not to overcomsume. No new anything just because. Sustainable fabrics only if we buy new clothes, old stuff gets given away or recycled. My tv is older than dirt, but it still works so I won’t be changing it any time soon. I’m obsessive about water usage, same about recycling and switching to fewer packaging products. Only candidates with solid ecological standing get my vote.

Short of not using the dryer (no room to dry the laundry, horrible memories to how much work that was) and composting (where? Where would I put a composting thing? It sounds so complicated) I don’t know what else to do. I hate feeling this powerless about climate change. Feels like there’s fuck all we can do to stop this from getting any worse because the people truly in charge won’t listen. And no amount of recycling will get them to change.

It shouldn’t be this hot. I should be fast asleep hours ago, but it’s so hot and I’m so angry and hopeless I needed to vent.

[fixedglare-ii]

Hangster/sereshaw twisters au where

Jake didn’t end up flying for the navy but instead is seeking his adventure with the tornados (I’ll let you fill in his past <3)

He is known as the Tornado Wrangler because he simply Wrangles Tornadoes. And yes, he is that good.

Bradley meets Jake after quitting the navy after The Mission, the scare was a bit too great for him and he wants a bit more safety and stability.

He goes back to Virginia to his roots and gets sucked in the world of tornado taming after encountering a tornado and Jake is there to help.

First he can’t stand the man, but then he looks up his youtube and finds out he actually donates the money.

Jake still annoys him to no end but likes him more and more.

Then obviously he joins Jake in tornado wrangling, finds anything but safety and stability, Mav can’t say shit bc he’s as much of an adrenaline junkie, and Jake and Bradley fall in love after saving each other when a nasty tornado hits.

OR

After Bradley’s mom dies Mav actually talks and relays his moms wishes like an actual adult (ice definitively helped).

Bradley is upset because it feels like betrayal but ultimately understands and goes to college.

He misses the weather from Virginia, thinks cali weather is too boring and goes to study meteorology.

There he specialises in tornadoes (is that a thing you can do??) and eventually joins a tornado hunting team, once again meeting Jake.

They’re rivals now and Bradley disapproves of Jakes methods but ultimately they need each others help.

They team up and idk save the town and once again fall in love.

OR

Bradley has become a journalist travelling all over the country to report on disastrous weather.

He’s always been fascinated with tornadoes and asks to join a storm chaser to write an in-depth article.

He contacts one Jake ‘Tornado Wrangler’ Seresin, knows he has a prominent YouTube channel but doesn’t watch any of the videos or live streams.

(He really really regrets not watching it).

He quietly (and later loudly) thinks Jake is absolutely insane as he drives into a tornado with his hijacked tornado-wrangler-car and shoots fireworks into a raging tornado.

Apparently, because his fans asked if it was possible.

Bradley follows Jake doing more impossible-but-possible stunts and figures out along the way that Jake is generous (he donates the money from his YouTube channel to help people affected by tornadoes) and smart (he actually studied meteorology in college and uses very up to date science to locate and categorise tornadoes)

then of course something has to go wrong bc how would we create tension otherwise???

and Bradley realises Jake has become important to him and switches to full time tornado reporting, joins Jakes crew and falls in love with him.

Not in that exact order.

(Jake of course loves him back, and has absolutely the time of his life doing wack ass stunts and scaring Bradley in the process)

OR

Something more like the actual movie [SPOILERS]

where Goose wasn’t a navy pilot. He and Carole stay in Virginia (or Tennessee bc that’s where Goose is from)

((wait how did we accept Virginia as the state where rooster’s from? Is it bc he studied there????))

Bradley has a fascination with tornadoes from since he was young, goes to study meteorology and proposes a phd study to dissolve tornadoes after directly experiencing how it devastates cities and peoples lives.

Then one day he goes after a tornado with his friends (maybe some ppl from the daggers? Or whole new people) to try to dissolve it but his calculations are wrong and the tornado turns out much more dangerous, things go to shit and he loses three close friends.

Years later he is looked up by the other surviving friend in New York, where he works now at a weather station.

His friend convinces him to ride with his company after showing some cool new gadgets.

When following the tornadoes he meets Jake, who seemly is nothing but an adrenaline junkie who profits from mindless fans and people whose lives are ruined by the tornadoes.

Finding out his old friends company is the one preying on the people, he joins Jake (who turns out the opposite of what he thought of him. Tho he’s still annoying and wants to punch his face) and they try to revive Bradley’s phd project.

Jake fell in love the moment he saw Bradley, Bradley falls in love after the two of them successfully dissolve a tornado and save the town.

OR

From jakes pov where he’s always been obsessed with storms and weather patterns, studies meteorology, desperately wants to help people but doesn’t know how to do that with just tracking and collecting data.

Eventually makes a YouTube channel with some good people he met along the years, and using that money to buy food or make shelters.

He inevitably meets Bradley, is instantly enamoured with the (presumed) city boy who actually seems to know what he’s doing.

He can’t help but start teasing him and does his best to end up where Bradley ends up.

His team doesn’t know how to deal with it, why is Jake so distracted by this new guy????

Bradley resists his charm but eventually gets worn down.

They save each other when one day, the storm chasing turns out for the worst and Bradley falls in love with this very capable but also Stupid man, but is still hesitant.

Then Bradley has to go back to New York, and they are both too stuck on their perches and don’t say anything when Bradley has to leave.

Then one of Jakes friends is like seriously dude??? And Jake gets his shit together and runs after Bradley to declare his love before the plane leaves <3333

OR

Another one I just thought of where they both meet at college, in undergrad or at the phd programme.

Both vying for funds for their project.

They split ways after Bradley’s disastrous experiment. Bradley quitting and moving to New York. Jake ending up with the funds.

And meeting years later when Jake has become the Tornado Wrangler.

And yes once again they fall in love somewhere along the way!!!

[the-moons-tears]

Scar (wuwa) x reader NSFW

A beast, a man, or both?

Hey guys! From the poll, you guys voted for the hunting thing the most, so here it is! It’s not completelyyy nsfw, but I’ll go ahead and mark it as that. More notes at the end of the work!

Edit: I’m gonna go back and finish the actual nsfw part bc I’ve got time and feel motivated enough to do it so stay tuned!

Preview:

“What are you?” You breathlessly got out, swallowing hard.

“Yours~” he answered back, leaning down to press kisses to the exposed flesh of your chest.

It was ironic, a lamb intimidating you, a hunter. You moved into the woods a couple of weeks ago, settling into a shabby cabin. Hours of work turned it into a quaint house, lively and perfect, just for you. Being alone in the woods wasn’t bad at all. The sounds of the tall pines swaying from a breeze and the creatures crushing the leaves under their feet, it was all…right, perfect. You wondered if those rumors were just paranoid tales. I mean, a giant goat-like figure? Stalking these woods in search of something?

You scoff to yourself as you kick the back door open with your shoe, yeah right,. In your arms is a bucket, empty, but by the time you come back, it’s always full. The dirt and soil compact under your steps, marking a trail of footprints leading away from your house. A gun is slung around your back, typically there as precaution, but sometimes you spot a good rabbit or squirrel.

You have yet to see a deer, and the only time you did see one was a mutilated corpse that looked like a bear had sunk its teeth into it. It was rather gruesome, and looked fairly recent. A few couple days were spent in the woods looking for any signs of a bear, but you never found anything.

Crouching down, you cut some edible mushroom from a patch that grew frequently. The moist environment mixed well where the spores tended to land in. From what you could gather in the plentiful forest, you could make some pretty exquisite meals. Soups and other things that keep you healthy and full. The mushrooms filled quite a big part of your basket, so before it got too full you decided to make a few trips to the other places you gathered from.

There was a small grove a little ways away from there, giving many hanging fruits that you really liked. You had buckets placed underneath several of them, catching the fallen fruit when you weren’t there to pick them. Inspecting each fruit, you placed them in your basket until it was near full. A rustling caught your attention, only to be a tiny creature dashing out from a bush.

The bush was new, growing little berries you hadn’t seen before. You wrapped some of them in a cloth in case they were poisonous, waiting to get home to test them and see. With a now full basket, you adjust your gun and set off back home. You’ve traveled the forest so many times that you know your way around and doubt that you would ever get lost.

While on the treck back, you feel strange. The air smells different, ashy. Thoughts race for a second, worried that there might be a forest fire, but that’s practically impossible with huanglong’s provisions and safety measures. With a furrow of your brow, you continue back, eventually making it so your front door once again.

As you approach, you notice a gift on one of your outside tables. You had been getting those ever since you came. Small trinkets and things. You kept them, knowing that crows sometimes did such things as well as other animals. They all went into a little box of random things. Some of those gifts were strung together to make a little necklace that you wore everyday.

You're able to get the latch open, holding it open with your back pressed to it as you walk inside with your new gift in hand. The basket is set down on a large table inside, light pouring in from your little window. You set everything out, putting fruits away and preparing mushrooms for later use. Briefly, you check on your hanging herbs and self grown vegetables before heading out once again to investigate that weird smell.

The gun is still on you, making you feel secure as you try to follow a source of a smell. No smoke, no fleeing flocks or animals, and no heat anywhere. Where’s it coming from?

You end up walking quite a way from the house, still having no luck. About to give up, you turn around, but are suddenly frozen where you stand. All forest chatter ceased immediately, the smell of ash overwhelming your nose. The chittering of animals in the trees stopped, the noises of flying bugs quieted. No bird flew, and all life seemed to have vanished. You could hear your heart beating. They were all hiding from something, and it was painfully obvious you were in clear sight to whatever it was.

Swallowing, your wide eyes scan the area, trying to see anything, hands oh so gently grabbing your shotgun around. Hairs on your neck and arms were raised, and anxiety settled in. You had the power to shoot whatever it was, but there was a nagging dread that weighed down the thought.

With light steps, you start backing up, preparing to make a run back to your house, where the trees are denser and easily navigated by you, giving you potential upper hand should whatever it is give chase. Your frantic eyes finally land on it, the thing that had been eyeing you for much longer.

It was terrifying, hiding still behind a tree with a large part of its body locked on you. Its face was like a skull, with the horns of a lamb or goat. From your distance, it easily surpassed your height, fur dirty with what was clearly blood. Muscular arms were scarred and battered like the rest of its body, impressive eyes like a demon’s. The way it seemed to smile at you, eyes clouded with some sort of twisted affection, made your blood run cold.

Your brain couldn’t process any sort of plan before the beast crushed the ground underneath it, running toward you at impossible speed. You ran immediately, not confident any sort of bullet would penetrate its hide. Those trees could give you cover from its more massive body, if you could get there in time.

The beast was deathly quiet aside from the thumping of its hooves on the forest earth. You don’t know how long it had been eyeing you, but you were in too much of a panic to think about anything other than escape. You could only hear your elated breathing, accompanied by the fast gaining strides of the thing hunting you down. Reaching a densely covered forest patch, you weave quickly through it, sliding down muddy hills and brush, giving a few cuts to your legs.

It seemed whatever it was was still trying to follow behind, tearing through trees to try and reach you. You had to stop for a moment, chest heaving and you slid down, adrenaline making your head spin and legs ache, feeling electric but so wobbly. It was a moment too long, because the beast burst in from the side, clawed hands grasping at you as tree shards flew in all directions. The thing was desperate to have you, and you were terrified to think of what it wanted, mind recalling the body of the deer.

You cried out and scrambled back, yells of terror ripping from your lungs. The gun was beneath you, pressing uncomfortably into your back. With claws grabbing and pulling, you couldn’t do anything, body moving against the soil and leaves.

Its face was close, eyes gleaming in pleasure as it moved on top of you. Your hands pushed against its skull, kicking legs not reaching its inverted goat ones. A purr like growl came from its throat, pressing itself close to you anyway it could. The fur was physically hot, and the overwhelming smell of ash returned.

The clawed hands restrained you at last, and quietly you cried, tears of fear falling to the dirt below, scared to even look at the thing above. It nuzzled you, vibrating hums and growls that traveled through your body. The beast kept doing that, not hurting you with its giant teeth or claws, just nuzzling. It was perplexing, the way it was…affectionate?

“What do you want from me…?” you whimpered out, words just spilling, although you doubted a beast like this could be sentient or in any way respond. The claws didn’t puncture you, merely keeping their hold on you to ensure you couldn’t leave. You almost came down from panic, but it only returned as a loud cracking came from the creature, back contorting and face spasming how the skull could. The beast was…becoming smaller.

You tried to scramble away, but the claws held you as they cracked, a low growl coming from the beast, menacing enough to diminish thoughts of escape. Closing your eyes from the disturbing bend of limbs, you prayed from your gut that you would get out of this alive. The weight of the claws had lifted slightly, legs finally bending forward to touch yours. Opening your eyes with uncertainty, you witnessed the last few seconds of transformation.

Its, or rather his, warped head finally settled into a scarred human face, eyes shifting from a goat’s to a male’s, two different colors staring at you. His body, scarred like his face, was sculpted and dirty, tattered red clothes hanging on his skin, covering what it needed to. Fur shifted into skin, and on his head silky strands of white with red appeared. The smile he gave as his body settled over you made you cry out, scared beyond anything.

The man leaned down, nuzzling once more to you, more boldly on your chest this time, jostling the necklace that lay there. A voice came from him, raspy and a sort of desperate want you couldn’t place.

“I knew you would wear them…my gifts led me to you and…and oh~ you smell so good…” his hands were tightening, making you wince and struggle. This was the rumored beast, surely. A shifting sort of goat creature that had most likely caused that horrible scene with the deer. The gun shifted below your back, making you grunt, hands trying to reach for it. Immediately he sat up, hips pinning you down as he reached down, smile changing into a deathly stare as he pulled the gun out and away.

That smile returned as he looked over the gun, chest and body shaking slightly as he laughed through his words, “y-you wanted to shoot me? Why would you do a thing like that?” You weren’t sure if he wanted an answer, too scared to give one anyway.

“My sweet delicate little mate,” his honeyed voice emphasized on the sweet and delicate, “you don’t need that, and you don’t need to be scared. You took my gifts of affection and I’ll-I’ll be gentle…so gentle…”

His hips were on yours, breathless pants coming from him as he towered over you, hands returning to your arms. “You’ll help me right? It-it came so much earlier than I’d thought, and you just walked right to me. You couldn’t have smelled my pheromones if you…if you hadn’t accepted my gifts.”

Looking at him, his lips were wet, lower lip being bitten by sharp canines as he looked at you with an evident lust, flush across his cheekbones. A shiver ran through you, mind running fast, realizing you couldn’t think of any escape. You saw how he tossed your gun away a few seconds ago, the metal bent out of shape so easily.

“What are you?” You breathlessly got out, swallowing hard.

“Yours~” he answered back, leaning down to press kisses to the exposed flesh of your chest. “And you’re mine…I’ll mark you, and maybe you'll…you’ll be full of me inside…I’ll make you full~” he began to rock himself into you, tongue trailing up your chest as he rambled.

He was hot, skin giving off feverish temperatures as he rubbed against you. “Please…please let me in your bed. I’ve seen you…and you just need me in it with you I know it…” The man beast whined out, eyes closing and lips glistening. Maybe it was the pheromones he was releasing, but he looked hot like that. Needy and desperate.

“Do…do you have a name?” You shakily get out, wondering if maybe you play civil, you could keep him from killing you, still unsure of his goal despite the strained fabric rubbing on your lower stomach. The look you received when you tried to grab your gun made you fear enough.

“Call me Scar, love, worthless dog…I’ll love anything you call me by. Please take me…it’s too hot.” his breath came out in pants, sweating scarred chest huffing in and out. You were conflicted. Here, he looked harmless, just a whimpering horny mess needy for you. The same man that threw your gun away, and hunted you a couple minutes ago in a horrid form.

He knew where you lived, planted gifts there that you absentmindedly strung into a necklace. You practically went looking for him, inviting him with the very gifts around your neck, making him go crazy. Breathes came out from you heavy as well, seeing the mess he was already making on your clothed stomach, not quite dripping down onto it yet. Scar bit his lips so hard a drop of blood flowed down his mouth, eyes locked on the necklace.

Maybe you were crazy. Maybe you had become lonely, mentally trying to block out reality with your daily routine. You hadn’t felt touch in so long, and he seemed more than willing to please you if you didn’t refuse him. You moved out to be at peace, but it didn’t help with wanting a bit of romance in your life. Looking at him in the eyes finally, he smiled wildly from such a small interaction.

Giving in, the fear from moments ago gone, you whispered, “are you going to hurt me?” Ready to follow up after response.

“Ohh~ I would never hurt you…I’d-I’d tear apart anything that tried. I promise I’ll only love you…make you my mate.”

Swallowing hard after hearing him give a particularly long groan and a stutter of his hips, you got out, “if you release me and let me get my gun back, I’ll…I’ll take you back.”

Scar smiled and laughed, leaning to give a sloppy kiss to the middle of your breasts. “I wouldn’t allow you to shoot me~”

A shiver ran through, but it was good you weren’t thinking about it anyway. Slowly, his clawed hands trailed your arms, tracing down your waist before coming off reluctantly. Your arms were free. You slid out from under his spread thighs, making his breath hitch and eyes close for a second.

You stood up eventually, wary of his movements. Scar simply looked up at you with a smile, canines visible as his hands reached out to your legs, slipping off as you walked over to your gun.

…or what was left of it. There was a handprint dent in the metal where he grabbed it and threw it away. Sighing, you picked it up, unaware of how he had gotten so close behind you. Arms snaked through your ribs, settling to cross over one another on your stomach. Scar pulled you to him, giggling a little before whispering, lips to your ear, “hurry~ take me into those warm sheets, let me take my time with you…”

Internally, you wondered if this was a bad idea.

…

After finally making it back to the house, scar behind you matching your walking speed, you turned. He smiled innocently and kissed a strand of your hair he had been holding gently, starkly different to the beast that had stared at you in the woods. Scar walked ahead as you put your gun away, opening the door and waltzing in like he lived there now. Did he now though?

Walking in after him, you closed the door. There was, still practically naked in his tattered clothes, biting into a fruit you had put away. You huff with hands on your hips, but internally you were glad he didn’t just feed on meat, adding to the trust you were placing in the man.

He smiled again, then eyes went wide as your bed came into his vision. Scar walked briskly over to it, fruit in his mouth like a puppy as both his hands ran over the sheets, finely made from huanglong. Looking to you with a claw swirling the sheets and his other hand holding the bitten fruit, he gleamed, “it’s big enough for sure~”

Rolling your eyes, you went to organize your things, but quickly turned when you hear a thud and a pained moan. Whipping around, you see his body has given out, hands clawing at the sheets, bitten fruit rolling on the ground. Scar’s face is twisted, cut off groans and jolts racking his body, his thighs shaking on the floor. Back when he had first caught you, you remember him saying something about ‘it had come earlier than usual’ or something like that, and you were sure that he was referring to a heat cycle. The prime time for animals to…breed with their mate.

Sweating internally, you walked over and placed a hand on his scorching hot back. Those eyes fluttered to you, in pain, but so lost in pleasure. Weakly, he reached for you, burying his face into your available thigh. Hands reached higher as they could, tugging at your clothes.

“It hurts…I wanna be yours~” He whispered, eyes on yours. Your teeth bit into your finger that was at your speechless lips. What were you supposed to do, and how would you help? Slowly, he stood up, arms trapping you into him, rutting into you slowly. Balance shifted, making you sit on the bed, Scar climbing on top, trying to shed the tattered clothes off.

“It’s so hot…ngh- please let me in~ I need it~ need to make you my mate~” his head was hung, hair covering his face as he went low, claws hooking around your waistband, pulling impatiently already. And well, you couldn’t really resist that needy look could you, not after you’d been so lonely.

You could indulge in this for a bit…right? Oh how mistaken you were, realizing it as he laughed madly while pulling at your fabrics at the thought of utterly ravishing his mate.

Working on finishing it! I’m just super tired and will come back in the next few days to wrap it up 😏

[vasito-de-leche]

;NSR MAYDAY - General Headcanons

Compilation of general headcanons and analysis about Mayday and other Mayday related things.

I just needed an excuse to fleshen out / analyze Mayday and any HCs I have for her bc I'm thinking soooo much about this game <3 there's also Zuke stuff in here because you can't talk abt one without the other lmfao

Aside from music, Mayday and Zuke share an interest for fixing, modding and tinkering with machines (any piece of tech discarded out in the streets).

Their approach to reverse engineering all the tech they get is different - Mayday focuses on recycling to build something entirely new and more powerful, while Zuke focuses on fixing and perfecting whatever it is that he's tinkering with, to make it more precise.

This is most notable with their respective instruments. Mayday's guitar is 100% built from scratch, spare parts and passion, it's also modded and tuned to her liking. This means that she's literally the ONLY person who can understand how it works, and why she couldn't replace her old guitar once it was destroyed at the end of the game. Meanwhile, Zuke opts for using NSR-brand drumsticks - the best of the best in the market - which he mods to work better with his way of playing.

The workshop in their base is attributed to Zuke because he's the one who cleared out the area to have all of their little projects located in an organized spot, since most of their living quarters were filled with unfinished projects, wrenches and bolts everywhere and so on. This is because Mayday has a very short attention span and gets attached easily, so she never has the time to finish anything nor the heart to discard her projects - especially when she keeps drawing faces onto everything.

A lot of their equipment was just made by Mayday herself, since she needed speakers strong enough to withstand the power of her guitar without getting fried after every performance. Many of their mutual friends see Zuke as the genius of the duo, but he insists that Mayday is the one doing most of the carry for B2J.

Both Mayday and Zuke got into music because of their loved ones.

It's canon that DK West is the reason Zuke got into music, and I like to think family was also one of the main reasons Mayday got into music, namely rock. One of her dialogues in-game mentions how her grandma used to listen and sing to the Goolings with her using an old radio, despite not knowing the lyrics nor understanding the music.

Whereas Zuke was influenced by his brother's rap career to give music a try, it was kind of the reverse for Mayday - rock music became a big interest for her from a young age, and her family supported her wholeheartedly. They would take her to concerts, buy merch for her whenever it was possible and basically hype her up. Her father can probably name every different phase and era in Mayday's childhood and teenage years based on the groups she was into at the time.

Judging from dialogue, I think it's implied that Mayday was born and raised in Vinyl City, and that she never really travelled outside. So it's not impossible for her family to attend her first concerts (in small, local venues as a teenager, before she and Zuke even met) and her proper debut in B2J. Her family is also the first ones to receive official B2J merch, shirts that she and Zuke designed and that look AWFUL but that they love all the same.

I think this family aspect also ties in nicely with the base game, specifically Yinu's fight since it's the first moment of tension for Mayday and Zuke in which they realize they might not be the good guys for hijacking concerts.

For Mayday, music is a lifestyle, not something to be forced onto people - she goes directly against NSR because of the EDM enforcement and the rock ban, after all. So it makes sense to me that she becomes a bit too engrossed in fighting Yinu's mother, someone who is directly puppeteering her own child and represents parents who live vicariously through their talented kids, to the point where she also forgets that Yinu is a child. A fact that she also initially brushes aside herself since Yinu is part of NSR.

I don't know, I just like when characters are flawed and multifaceted! Mayday and Zuke should be allowed to be hypocrites, as a treat.

Mayday taught herself how to play.

My personal agenda is to also hype up Mayday for being a music genius at 21, so yeah! I like to think she's 100% self-taught, which parallels Zuke's musical education rather nicely. They're both extremely good in their own unique ways.

She used to play by ear, trying to figure out how to play her favorite songs when she was younger, and later began to actually study music notation and so on.

When spontaneously coming up with new melodies and songs for B2J, she mostly uses her phone to record herself singing, as opposed to Zuke immediately needing to jot down everything.

It took awhile for Mayday to pick up and use Kul Fyra's guitar.

After the events of the game, Mayday ABSOLUTELY needed some time to properly process everything - her dialogue is all about realizing that she was in the wrong and reconsider the reason she picked up music in the first, wondering if she began to rebel against NSR because she couldn't cope with B2J and rock (two things very dear to her heart) being rejected, etc. So she wouldn't have had the heart to use her idol's guitar without coming to terms with a lot of things first.

My favorite headcanon to think about is that the cutscene at the very end, during Tatiana's speech, is of Mayday and Zuke performing after B2J's hiatus, after they both help each other mature and grow up a bit. And Mayday using Kul Fyra's guitar is symbolic of her renewed love in music and taking Tatiana's words to heart - "where I have failed, I want you to go beyond".

Mayday doesn't have any powers unique to herself.

I KNOW, I KNOW - it's kind of UNFAIR since EVERYONE has WORLD BENDING ABILITIES AND WHATEVER. Even Zuke is implied to have inherited DK West's shadow puppets and all, BUT consider THE FOLLOWING....THAT'S THE POINT.....

Every major character in NSR represents a type of musician or figure in the industry - and I'm not sure if it was meant to be read like this or not, but Zuke reads as that type of person who has really good connections with important figures, who had the chance to pursue higher education and afford expensive equipment, who is knowledgeable when it comes to the ins and outs of the industry BECAUSE he was there to see and experience it all firsthand (if we're taking into account the fact that DK West was implied to be a revolutionary activist related to NSR). He's even the one who is the most reluctant to go against NSR and gives them the benefit of the doubt, which can easily be attributed to him being the calm and collected, reasonable half of the duo but also because he personally knows EVE (and DK West if you count him as an important major figure). He's a huge fucking nerd with a degree and it makes sense that he's the one giving ALL the information about the music industry when interacting with all the objects around Vinyl City.

But May? Her dialogue is all about more common things, the way she talks about certain people shows that she knew them personally, that they were friends or acquaintances from all over town instead of the important figures Zuke speaks of. She complains a lot about the fact that from a surface level, NSR does look like a bunch of sellouts and really offers that underdog vibe in B2J. She has NO connections to ANY major character in NSR other than being a fan of Kul Fyra. We know virtually nothing about her backstory too.

So to me it makes sense that Mayday lacks any sort of unique and incredible ability, as she IS part of the little guys that B2J fight for. The underdogs that get brushed aside for whatever reason, because they're not relevant or seen as profitable and so on. She represents the artists who are naive, full of passion for their craft and determination to make their dreams work regardless of how cruel the industry might be.

My personal hot take is that instead of powers and some innate talent, Mayday offers something else: deep connections with people.

This example might not click with everyone since it's how I personally perceived the music and all and I actually know absolutely nothing about music other than It Sounds Good and It Makes Me Want To Dance, but yknow!

When listening to the B2J solos, there are times when Zuke's solo is very aggressive and almost takes over the entire song, which makes sense since it's a solo and they ARE trying to win over EDM. But Mayday's solos blend in so well with the base track of each boss fight, like she really is trying to match their vibe using her own genre rather than fight for the spotlight.

This is most noticeable in Eve's fight - both Zuke and Mayday's solos match Eve's base track perfectly. You can understand why Zuke would match her, since they know each other intimately and when you explore Dream Fever, he's the one giving ALL the in-depth explanations about Eve's vision when creating her sculptures and art. But Mayday would have no reason to match Eve at all, she doesn't understand any of her art let alone know her as a person. And still, the ONE thing Zuke tells Eve at the end of the fight is that if Eve came to know Mayday the way he does, she would like her as well. Zuke is happier being Mayday's friend and bandmate despite the fact that he's Mayday's antithesis, than being part of a big company and records label with his super hot girlfriend.

I like to think that Mayday's solos, the fact that she is Zuke's direct opposite in almost every way, that she's closely tied to the regular people and citizens of Vinyl City and that piece of dialogue from Zuke are a testament to Mayday's ability to really reach out to people through music. Not to say that her power is just friendship, but just the fact that she can adapt and come to understand anyone - as long as it's in a musical setting.

Personally I like it more when Mayday is just a regular girl without unique powers, but you could take these aspect of her and turn them into its own power!

[magical-glimpse]

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might be a hard pill to swallow but 99.9% chance that every idol ends up marrying a *gasp* Korean! It’s not impossible for them to marry otherwise no but it’s HIGHLY unlikely. Just bc your idol isn’t outwardly xenophobic doesn’t mean they aren’t behind the scenes and if they are willing to date outside their race, they risk their entire career doing so as Korea as a whole is still quite xenophobic and racist

Not to mention the language barrier, cultural differences, long distance, etc. that are highly likely to cause problems just like any other interracial relationship. Most people wouldn’t date outside their country and that’s fine why is it a big deal when it comes to idols? 🤨

Apparently I have to repeat myself from a few years ago.

First of all, if BTS turns out to be xenophobic, i'm leaving this fucking fandom and taking every person of color with me. You are mentioning that way too casually to my taste.

Yes South Korea is xenophobic and racist, but a third of rural korean were married to foreign women in 2006 through arranged marriages, especially to south east Asian women.

There is a rising Chinese population in South Korea since the 1990's. It has one of the largest American immigrant population (100 000 people in 2022) in the world, especially because of the Korean Americans going to live there.

There are 2,245,912 foreign residents in South Korea as of December 2022, the percent of foreigners in South Korea has risen to 4.37% of the total population.

Which means that, your 99,9% comes out of nowhere. Now statistically speaking, I do not know what of the 4,27% is eligible to marry, but it certainly does not amount to 0,1% of all people around BTS.

Non-korean people live in Korea. More and more foreigners go live in Korea every year . I think most of them would know of the cultural differences, language barriers etc. Bonus; when you are a foreigner living in Korea, and the person you are dating is a Korean living in Korea, it's not that much of a long distance relationship, as you may see. Also, there is nothing unique about Koreans to make them less likely to be in interracial relationships. There is literally a growing number of mixed korean idols, how the fuck do you think they were born mixed if it was not through a korean person having a baby with a foreigner ?? In Korea or somewhere else ???

BTS especially, are at a strange spot, are they are probably among the koreans who have most travel and have the most contact with other cultures ??? We are not talking about sheltered young boys who have no idea about cultures outside of their country. They all know Japanese for fuck's sake. RM is fluent in english.

"Just like any other interracial relationship" FFS, just shows you have no idea what you are talking about. I might just now teach you that there are *gasp* people who speak multiple languages, or people who speak languages which are not linked to their race !!! Also, there are people from all races living all over the world !! How strange does globalization and migration work huh ???

" Most people are too racist to date someone from another race or culture so i think BTS should have the right to as well and i want to claim it" is a weird ass hill to die on. You are a fucking idiot if you thought you could come on my blog, the blog of a mixed raced multilingual fucking witch, and expect me to be fine with your casual racism. Yes, it is true BTS are likely to marry a korean person, no, none of your arguments are made in good faith and deserved to be fucking listened to.

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ALRIGHT CLOSING UP FOR THE NIGHT: UPDATE (its long)

oh mizuki my darling my sweetie gravy i missed you so much hi mizuki hi mizuki missed youuuu

nothin on ryuki but man she's so fun to play as. it's alos just. nice that she and aiba act a lot friendlier to each other. dont get me wrong tama and ryuki's dyanmic is fun, and i know they really care about each other, but like. doing the crime scene investigation and aiba cheering mizuki on with her acting was really sweet. i loved it.

the mizuki boss daughter mother thing ramble starts here.: so i read all the profiles and glossary stuff pretty religiously, and i know that in Boss's glossary for her current profile, it says she adopted Mizuki. and if not for that it would be impossible to tell. come on gangggg that's so insanely interesting as a concept can anyone mention it like even vaguely in passing im BEGGING. i also nEED to know more on bosses First daughter, who i suspect is missing now? maybe she's related in some way to kizzy's first Big Sis?

but srsly its bugging me so bad, like that tracks w/ how casual mizuki is to her but !! it drives me insane there's a literal interaction in which boss says 'dont act like my daughter' and the take away is that mizuki SOMEHOW didnt know about bosses FIRST daughter bcs it NEVER came up?? im assuming boss just lied there and the daughter thing slipped out, (more points for boss daughter and kizzy sister same girl, both remind them of mizuki), so despite the fact that, i dont know, adopting a girl after already adopting one kind of feels like the sort of thing that would end up being mentioned somewhere in there, paticulartly considering that boss's daughter was still living with her as of one day before date died, like. she didnt come home that night and im assumin gshe never did, ran away or something??

i can't tell if the game is just setting breadcrumbs in a weird way or if they just decided boss should be a mom now and then never actually do anythin w/ it. AND SECONDLY, how is THAT the wtake away when 'dont act like my daughter' is a legitimately insane thing to say to the GIRL YOU ADOPTED. SHE LITERALLY IS YOUR DAUGHTER THAT IS HOW ADOPTION WORKS AM I LOSING MY MIND.

the mizuki boss mother daughter rant is now over. you are safe.

so putting that aside: hilarious they didn't model lien any differently. i like to think this is a repersentation of his inabilty to move on. im just. im choosing to believe that. i'm not a wheelchair user, so I can't speak to much on the whole arc kizuna's got going on here, i'm just kind of... carefully watching it. it could be... alright? but it could also drift into some territory i feel is kind of. stereotype-y?

haven't found shoma yet, on a note semi related to the mizuki boss thing. his house is identical to how it was 6 years ago down to whats been left on the floor and you're telling me he still lives there. does aitsf suddenly take place in a world where children over the age of 11 can just chill out on their own-- I SWEAR THIS MANS WIFE LEFT HIM. WHO IS WATCHING THIS CHILD. HELLO?? CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?? being buddies with lien is not a legal guardian!!!!!

NOW. COMPLAINTS ASIDE> ima ctually having a lot of fun. inverted controls is a . im mixed on it on one hand it's a litttttle cheap making it physically harder instead of making more complex puzzles. on the other hand it fits so so well and its just the right level of challenge for me so i kinda love it.

but i love mizuki and aiba hanging out they're really really fun. i love what we're building with what im calling 'kanji madness ryuki'. lots of questions w/ the masked woman and the iron mask man. why does everyone hate date personally who knows.

current predictions/observations/questions: i suspect time travel. i really think time travel is involved or morphogentic fields or something i really do. this could be good or bad. idk. i could be totally wrong here, but. there's a lot more. explict stuff in teh other timelines i shouldn't know that i do. PATICULARLY WITH DAHLIA BOAT AND ALL. stupid name i love it. i wonder if its an anagram but im shit at those. its a little suspect how much mizuki route stuff i've seen actually, if we cant pull in timelines seperately.... w/ the first aitsf it wasnt rlly timelines as much as it was like 'getting date's memories back' i played zero escape im down for timeline hopping bull. lets do it!!. pelase i need mizuki roue continuation. very curious about what aiba was doing.

hopes for the future: the videos are really cool i want to do a somnium like that. pleaseee please let me do a somnium like that. i know im totally mizuki biased but. plelpelaspleaspleaseeee plEASE let me do her somnium proper you cannNOTT tease me with that mizuki route somnium with the stew and everything and the bird cage and horse GODDDD its so cool pLEASE let me play it im BEGGING. i. i want more mizuki date interactions. i want them to have another good emtional moment. like mizuki route. i dont know if u can tell i really like mizuki route. i dont know HOW we do that if we even can but. please. im begging. can we get a proper aiba and date interaction b4 the end as well. liek i know he's not the pov character anymore but after the way the last game ended you cannot just have them come back and only fight on screen thats absurd.

but yeah feelign good enjoying the game rn! im. a little worried about some stuff but in general... i hold hope.

[charmcoindied]

ok movie over i gave it 4 stars on letterboxd which i don't even know if i necessarily agree with but i'm standing by it honestly. don't look under the cut if u have no emotional attachment to this film (it's long)

i think it holds up but it makes me Pissed off about the way steves story ends in endgame with him time traveling back to the past or whatever because his whole fucking arc in this movie and in the mcu as a whole because it does play out over multiple films but his ENTIRE DEAL is learning to not live in the past and be in the present. you can't go back you have to keep marching forward. and like fucking obviously he would want to go back and be with peggy DURING catws but has he really gone through no growth/development at all through the next like ten years or whatever that would give him an emotional attachment to the present day??? like obviously he feels uncomfortable in the present day and has attachments to the past bc that's when he grew up when he became who he is to some extent but like. he's doing his homework. he's trying to catch up. he's listening to marvin gaye with sam in a hospital room are we really just going to magic him back to the past and have him leave behind who he is and what he's built in the present?? FOR WHAT REASON!!!

anyway i was surprised with how like, thematically coherent it was. like the writing wasn't terrible it knows the story it wants to tell and it sticks with it. it ends up being less of a comic book superhero movie and more of a mission impossible movie which some people dislike but i think it helps it feel a lot more grounded in reality and that works to its benefit.

and of course the stucky. I think part of why it drives people crazy is the childhood friends of it all and of course seeing two white men and wanting them to fuck (even though sam is right there but i digress) but it really does just deeply intertwine w who steve is like he is such a sentimental emotional etc person who feels lost in the present and clings desperately to the past and having that commonality with bucky is like a life preserver to him... he is such a deeply lonely person and NO ONE is capable of understanding that other than bucky it makes complete sense that he would roll over and not want to fight him because fighting him would mean abandoning that past + that hope that he's still in there which is the thing !! he spends his entire life !! clinging to !!!!! he is stuck in the past physically emotionally mentally etc he Cannot let bucky go because if he does he is letting go of who he is and having to find himself completely anew all alone. he's obsessed with him and the idea that by saving bucky he could bring the past back. incredibly unhealthy of him it makes me ill

anyway happy 10th birthday to the only marvel movie they ever made sucks they didn't make any more before or after this i was looking forward to Captain America: Gay Sex

[cosmicdream222]

im literally kicking myself in the foot for not doing something more worthwhile with my existance... i never knew of manifesting until recent years and while society likes to say its never too late sometimes it feels like that is it too late cause to learn any skill you have to have already learnt the techniques then have good practice abilities on top of it, like you cant just waltz into a sport for instance and take a gold medal you have to do it step by step but to do that again im fucking regretting so much rn cant i just bash my head into a wall and slowly die? or music for instance cant just pick an instrument and be good at it right off the bat again shouldve just fucking picked something and stuck with it

also i never had the likes of tiktok or anything internet for entertainment when i was a kid so in a way it shouldve been perfect chance to really do smth but as always situations got in the way and im regretting existing a lot rn. like why so many ppl so good at their niches or whatever it is they choose to do and theres so much more available now than there was back then but i cant seem to pick a single damned thing that i could realistically do at my age and still feel accomplished bc id just end up feeling behind or regretting not doing it sooner

sorry for ranting abt myself there just if only there was time machine or a literal realistic way of shifting to another damned reality cause this aint it like why im wasting so much of it doing fck all? it should be shameful honestly but like at the same time its kind of impossible with current economy being so crappy

for instance if u want to own a business (which i would do if i could even afford one with my own money but then u got to ha e the job and the know how on running it) seriously my ancestors had so many more things that were successful in their lives and some did have businesses bc shops were affordable back then, education used to be affordable too and housing etc etc. id be more inclinced to then have a family of my own if that were the case but it is not soooooooooooooo then its like even if you want a bog standard job it can still take months just to get something basic. i once did manage to manifest a free bus ride and my teacher not coming to college for a few days but thats abt it. other than that lifes kinda average sadly its not the 1950s and elvis is still dead asf.............. not fair

the other thing that puzzles me and sorry for making this so long but if we are supposed to have had past lives a) why havent we known about it before now and b) how come some celebs dont reincarnate or do the celebs that pass away just get a free pass to heaven and decide to stay put? (in which case i wont blame them but its also not fair that i have to still exist... or fail to exist i should say)

My dude, I understand where you’re coming from and I have been where you are. But you say you wish there was a way to travel back in time or shift realities - there IS a way to shift realities, travel back in time, and live whatever kind of life you want. Seriously. That is the whole reason I created this blog!! So please read through all the information I’ve collected instead of just complaining ok? 😭

All of that stuff you mentioned about your current reality is an illusion. Time is an illusion. It does not matter what you’ve done in the past. The economy does not matter. Your present circumstances do not matter. Past lives only exist if you believe they do.

Look around tumblr at void, loa and shifting success stories. I have shared many of my favorites. People in very difficult circumstances have regularly completely change their lives overnight, wake up in new houses, shift to alternate realities, change their genders, change their ages, bring people back from the dead, to say the very least.

None of it matters because we live in the literal matrix - a VR simulation - and you can have anything you want NOW.

[capriciousleo]

“Fatui Harbinger Natal Charts” Pt. 2

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Part 1 with Dottore’s chart can be found here!

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𝑺𝑰𝑮𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑨’𝑺 𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑨𝑳 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑻

Sun- Leo

Moon- Aquarius

Mercury- Virgo

Venus- Scorpio

Mars- Leo

Rising- Scorpio

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(Long ass song intro but I saw one tiktok edit for Signora using this audio and it brought me to tears and it fits her Venus)

OKAY. THIS WOMAN. Got me thinking for a GREAT while lmOaoao. First and foremost- huge Leo energy. She shows both positive and negative traits of this sign. She’s confident, yet she has made quite enough steps further and acted straight up arrogantly lmao. Just her manner of speech, acting as if she’s way above others and they are some unworthy mosquitoes😭 “I know, I know you can’t get me out of your head. But you don’t have to always call out my name.” Hfkdks. She has also made a crucial mistake of being blinded by her status and power- she didn’t properly read her own situation and underestimated herself in the entire scene with the Traveler and the Shogun. “You are aware that the loser must die?” She sounded so condescending saying that😭. Her Leo Mars, in addition to her Sun, made her impulsive at times. Also, this woman can take no joke and no criticism at all. Remember how she literally tossed Venti around bc of his jesting replies to her in Mond? Yeah.💀

Scorpio Venus is very distinct. She loved her fiancé with her whole heart and literally began self-destructing herself after his loss. I associate her butterfly form with the Phoenix, which is heavily associated with Scorpio placements. But, in the end... she wouldn’t be able to rise from the ashes. It’s an “all-or-nothing”— another Scorpio energy. When she loved, she loved with passion, she loved with utmost care. In addition, Leo placements , if they pick someone, they also love very deeply. It simply added more to her Scorpio placement. Losing her fiancé completely broke Rosalyne, so she became another version of herself— a spiteful to the world Signora. (As a person with heavy Scorpio placements myself, I totally understand how she felt. So I fully support😍)

Virgo Mercury and Aquarius Moon. Now... these are the placements that hold Signora detached and clear-headed from others. Virgo Mercuries are extremely logical and responsible to get their task done. You can fully entrust them with any mission, and they will certainly provide notable results. For example, Signora getting the Tsaritsa 2 Gnosis all by herself, while others barely lifted a finger (except for Dottore). Makes sense why Tsaritsa entrusted her so much and imo, Signora deserved a higher rank in the Fatui due to her hardworking nature. Virgo Mercuries also criticize people/things quite a lot. Aqua Moons also have some issues with seeing themselves as someone better (in any aspect) than others and are very distant. With people with these two placements it’s near impossible to get to know them and actually build a ground for future relationships of any kind.

Scorpio rising, another Scorpio placement. My girl needs a break, makes sense why her life went so dark. Scorpio risings always face challenges throughout their lives that literally kick their ass into a from one transformation moment into another. Life always attempts to make them grow and change by making them go through awful situations. These people always have some sort of an inner turmoil due to this. They never feel at peace deep inside. In addition, her CLOTHES. Bestie is wearing the most revealing and dramatic outfit that I’ve ever noticed in the game. Also the colors she chooses? Mainly black, red, and there is some white with light pink-red at the end of her skirt. She wants to look sexy. And sex is related to power. She thrives off the feeling of being powerful— it perfectly feeds her Leo Sun and Mars.

P.s. Yet again I wrote this at 2 am help💀 She’s so precious at 1st pic, just look at her🥺

[sorcerous-caress]

Currently invested in whatever tf is going on w/ Sol

I'm going down your chimney and leaving you gifts as we speak, thanks for asking anon bc I'm dying to talk about them. Hell might even start taking request for x reader stuff for them.

Okay, so their backstory revolves around heritage and passed down gifts. They come from a family of powerful Sorcerers, the head of the family is the still living red dragon who granted them this power. She is referred to as great grandma.

On the surface they're just like any other prestigious noble family, a little arrogant but nothing out of the ordinary for Sorcerers. Eventually each member travels to fulfill a mage contract at a different family or in an important position.

But you never see them as kids. That's because a lot of time, most kids don't make it alive into adulthood. Mostly because of their magic that ends up igniting them inside out in an all-consuming flame that doesn't need fuel and can not be put out by water or suffocation. The red dragon passed down too much of her power into these humans and told them to live up to her expectations, to not dare and reject her generous gift.

So, to keep their appearance and not ruin their magical reputation by letting others know how unreliable and dangerous their fire mages tend to be, they only announce new family members after they reach adulthood. Since by that time most mages are at full control of their powers, and it's easier to blame something else if an accident does happen.

Sol wasn't exceptional, just like any other kid, they were put under watch and always treated with the fragility of a ticking bomb. If their fire got too bright, they have to go into the isolated fireproof rooms for a while just incase they end up igniting themselves. Since steel covered rooms are the only way to prevent the fire from spreading.

And like any other magic, emotions greatly affected its stability. Sol made sure to watch their emotions, to either use them to fuel their fire or as a weapon to tick off others and get their own emotions unstable enough for them to get removed. It's a double edged sword since they might end up pushing someone too far that they become really dangerous.

They did have siblings, a lot of them, in fact, but only a couple remained since their generation grew up. They weren't hostile towards each other, but not kind either. They felt like they had to hold each other in line, to always test the other person and make sure the outside world can never hurt them in a way their own sibling didn't before so that nothing may get under their skin. In a twisted way they did care for each other.

So did their parents, but it was mostly the red dragon who took responsibility for raising them, holding the fragile humans to impossible standards and teaching them vanity and greed.

And Sol took these lessons to heart. Greed did in fact sate their fire, gems and glittering gold did distract their magic. Focusing on vanity helped in tricking their magic into being more careful, into building a fire resistance since you wouldn't want to harm this beautiful skin or burn this long hair, would you?

But those things were also their downfall. Their greed didn't stop at material stuff and looked around at what other people had, envied them and attempted to take the best part of others and force it to fit inside them. Always watching, Always learning and adapting even if it wasn't something they wanted. They needed it, they needed everything the world had to offer.

The vanity could easily give way to insecurity, self doubt. The need to always look presentable, the need to be certain that others are attracted to them even if they themselves don't want those people sexually. They needed the validation, it kept their fire from burning their skin.

Their two siblings coped in different ways of course, maybe healthier ways, maybe worse ways. Sol did what they can to survive and cluthed to the first line of life support they can find.

When the mindflayer kidnapping thing happened, it was shortly before they were going to get introduced to society as an official memeber of their family. They were supposed to join society at 18 but certain incidents happened within the family and the new generation depute had to be postponed 4 yeara. So they are 22 by the time the mindflayer thing happens.

In a way, they aren't an official member of their family yet. Society doesn't know them, and they can't tell anyone about their origins.

Honestly, even if they wanted to, they couldn't. They didn't know their last name. That information was purposely kept from all children until they were declared to the public as official memebers. It was one of the rules the red dragon set in place.

Even her name, they don't know, they call her grandma. Everyone in their family did, even the elders.

The outside world is new, they've never had to deal with money before, they have never had to even cook before. Now they're hungry and penniless in some side shore near the city of Baldur's Gate. A city so far from their own home that they've only learned about through private teachers.

Ignorance is weakness, and they cannot be weak. They have to learn quickly, to adapt to things quickly and decide if they want to walk this road alone or find a group of people.

They go to the Grove, they would be lying if they said they weren't curious. All their lives they were surrounded by humans, dragons and dragonborns. The idea to see other races was beyond intriguing, not just read about them in books.

Their emotions get the better of them, they get too excited, too happy. Emotions outside of their comfort zone and territory of control, their flames react so and they end up setting a thing or two on fire multiple times.

Druids don't take kindly to that and Tieflings don't want to make things worse for themselves so Sol gets kicked out. Eh, they barely react and just walk away, although a part of them is dejected because they thought the druid were very cool.

Fire always destroyed things, left nothing but ash. So the concept of being able to repair it, to make nature flourish and plants grow sounded almost like a dream.

One thing about Sol, tho, is that they never took their magic for granted. In a way, it did set them behind their siblings in term of power. Instead of focusing on their sorcery only, they learned to fight, pick up a spear and build up their body strength.

Just in case, they told themselves, but they were never sure in case of what? It just felt right to have some muscles and a weapon to back up their life if their magic failed them.

Which was almost blasphemy. The flame demanded all, and to claim its power, you must sacrifice all. Their source was extremely envious and didn't allow the use of many other spells.

One thing led to another, the stumble around too enamoured by their surroundings to notice the gaint hole they cartoonishly trip into. A whole fucking sorcerer with 22 years of magical training and a hole gets the best of them.

It probably was the fact they are walking around in heels, did I forget to mention that? They refuse to take them off, vanity reasons. Also they may have read some fictional novels back in their youth about powerful mages in bikinis and 9 inch heels and took it as a life manual because fuck that was badass and they wanted to be that no matter how unrealistic and unconventional it was.

Luckly, they manage to claw into a rock midfall and hang into their dear life. They can feel burning heat running through their veins, a painful acidic scorch inside their stomach, they fear the worst.

They steady their emotions, by whatever it takes. Lame jokes, mean juvenile comments, cringy mindests, any element of shock is useful here to distract them from the severity of their situation.

They succeed, they gave it their best, for once they feel a hint of genuine pride at their own efforts.

But that dammned fucking tadpole, it squirms in their brain. A voice yelling at them to obey, to submit. Their grasp slips from the rock.

In an instant they're completely engulfed in flames. A gaint explosion of bright fire light snapping through this portion of the underdark and blinding everything for a split second.

They're so fucking dead, they think.

they can feel the dragon heart inside their chest spread its poison, the sparks flying with each pump.

They gave it their best and it still wasn't enough.

But instead of burning alive as they fall into endless abyss, or splashing into the ground in a puddle of flames and flesh. They fall headfirst into a glowing blue tree.

The leaves are soft, surprisingly so. And...their flames, their magic, it's gone.

Actually gone. Their heart of a human, their fingers bear no traces of fire. They even attempt casting a simple cantrip.

Nothing happens, only the echo of their failed attemped through the quietness.

A sussur tree, they don't know that this is what its called, but it saved their life. Nature did.

So they stay on its branches, get down on a comfortable spot to sit on. Let the white branches cradle them as the silver blue leaves pillows under their head.

They pluck a single flower, apologising to the tree. And they study it in their hand. It doesn't wilt no matter how much times passes, it softly pulses with a dim glow.

Sol hesitantly puts it on their head, secures it through their braid. A new lifeline.

They keep sitting on the tree. This is where the player may find them. Sol will ask if they knew about this tree and what these flowers are, only if the player is a druid.

If left unrecruited, they will eventually make their way through the underdark. Maybe go find the myconid colony, the society of brilliance. Or maybe go through the Nere route, help rescue him but doom the gnomes in the process.

And that's for the backstory.

I haven't fully worked out their quest plotline, but it definitely will have a confrontation with the grandma red dragon at the end.

Sol either takes the remaining draconic power from her, channeling magic that no human ever should have. Becoming an ever burning flame with a fast approaching death date.

With romanced Tav, they take them with them. Fully embracing the worst of the worst of their own traits. Their envy, absolute greed, jealousy, possessiveness, vanity.

In their last moments, they make sure even after death, Tav's soul can not be separated from them. And they live as the new head for their family for a short while, a decade or two before their flames finally melts their bones.

Their features slowly twisting into more dragon-like ones, scales spreading through their skin and covering most of it, slitted pupils and sharper nails, a bulging at the skin of their backs where wings would eventually sprout and tear through their flesh in agony.

Yet their coping mechanisms has failed them, they cannot fool themselves into thinking they were eternal like their grandma. A human can never be as ancient as a dragon.

So instead, they use every bit of their remaining time, never waste a single second of their short life. Take everything they have ever wished for by force, every person they cared for will be hoarded and imprisoned, all the riches and gold and gems they ever dreamed of, all they pretty clothes they can never wear as their body continues to deform from the draconic blood.

And when they die, they will make sure to be at the center of everything they have ever loved, to take every person that was kind to them alongside them. All the beauty they found in the world will be ereased and turned to ash as their heart ignites them and the everburning flames spreads out.

In the good end, they lose their magic forever. I haven't figured out how yet, but they feel free at last. Fully becoming a fighter with a spear and shield instead of a sorcerer.

And they are happy, they are more humble, kinder. They are so beautifully flawed just like any other human should be, their skin full of imperfections that they never attempt to hide.

The heels and sexy clothes never change tho, that is a hill they will die on. But instead of sorcerer clothes it's sexy chainmail now.

They have their full life ahead of them, they can go and explore the world. They can stay here and built themselves a new home. They can move with those druids fuckers and finally cuddle some pigs and water flowers like they always wanted to.

[kresnikcest]

uhhh aight sleep deprived mtl skimming

purple-eyed elle is victor’s first elle

they travelled together to get the asteria equivalents of the waymarkers (negative catalysts, similar to divergence catalysts but you can destroy them without destroying the world, and they actively corrupt their hosts)

asteria’s world is losing mana due to plot reasons, the kresnik clan hoped to save the world with the trial but they were fractured

purple-eyed elle’s father (another victor/ludger) intended to resolve the situation by using elle’s key of kresnik powers, which could draw mana from other fractured dimensions and the prime dimension (i think?)

this solution involved taking elle’s soul out of her body and imprisoning her somewhere for eternity

victor (green eyed elle’s father) couldn’t stand that and killed purple-eyed elle’s father for it

he tried finding other ways to resolve the situation (and had green-eyed elle with lara for some reason... but green-eyed elle never met purple-eyed elle before... don’t think about it...) but ultimately could only find a temporary solution

he asked purple-eyed elle to send the negative factor waymarkers back out to other fractured dimensions and siphoned mana through them into his own body (which has a negative factor he took on willingly)

it doesn’t resolve the mana issue of their world, but he considers it worthwhile as long as elle (both green and purple?) can live in peace

of course. that means he’s responsible for fractured sorey, keele, and luke’s changed behaviour in the previous three chapters, and all the conflicts that came with that

his mask is able to control the reaction of his own negative factor but it still causes him pain and can take him over (this may be a reference to how in the OWG Q&A, it’s claimed that victor’s mask suppresses the reaction of his divergence catalyst to ludger’s presence)

victor also references the OWG short story, in that when he’s being pressured to give up green-eyed elle, he was told that he could always have another child, which victor says is impossible bc lara couldn’t conceive any more children

so victor killed jude and rita and a bunch of other people. including julius again. (no idea where bisley is in asteria...)

SERIOUSLY WHERE IS PURPLE EYED ELLE IN ALL THIS

ahem. so purple-eyed elle’s deal is that she’s actually been acting separately of victor. she and victor attacked julius because they were protecting their world from destruction, but they become mostly peaceful when ludger informs them that their world has a negative factor, and thus can’t be destroyed the way a divergence catalyst would be.

purple-eyed elle wants to prevent ludger and victor from fighting because she knows it’ll result in victor’s deaths, and so she steals julius and ludger’s watches. but victor. they’re actually quite cute when i don’t have to think about the timeline. victor’s like “don’t do reckless things, but you have nothing to apologise for” and he’s flattered that she wants to protect him ;-;

anyway victor’s negative catalyst goes haywire and he starts demanding elle back from ludger and julius and purple-eyed elle (who were away retrieving the stolen watches) intervene. purple-eyed elle tries to talk victor down and ludger promises not to kill victor

they still end up fighting and both elles use their power to. do. something. i assume it’s their key powers but i really need to sleep and can’t keep reading

anyway everything is resolved, the negative factor becomes a waymarker and ludger and julius and green-eyed elle return to the prime dimension

oh elle also finds out who purple-eyed elle is and i think she’s jealous over her being victor’s partner... i need to review this later when it’s not literally 6am

anyway overall a fun story. imo this makes up for the lack of focus for elle in the rays anniversary event, but conversely we aren’t getting much ludger and julius interaction besides the pleasant irony of their conversation over whether or not they’d kill others to protect their loved one.

unless i missed something tho they still haven’t explained what purple-eyed elle’s deal is. she would have been 10 when green-eyed elle was born. who the fuck was taking care of her while green-eyed elle was growing up. why did victor name her elle when purple-eyed elle was still alive. *shakes asteria canon* i understand what you were doing BUT THERE’S A PROBLEM HERE. ANSWER IT.

[chrysanthemumpink]

Idk, I just feel like he's not moving forward. And when we used to argue, id wonder if we could just get through it with love or whatever. But now, I don't know if there's even enough to get through. It feels like I'm slowly out growing him. Which is way worse than falling out of love with him.

Like we had this conversation about a "million dollar home." And maybe he thought we were just joking and maybe we were. But after some superficial google researchers, if we both made 6 figures, it would be possible. Nothing too crazy. I make 100,000k and he does too, we can have/own this thing. Between the two of us, there's literally 7 professional degrees. It's hard, really hard, but not impossible.

But he's barely done anything. To be perfectly honest, he hasn't grown much since the first day we met. That was 6 years ago. And I'm not saying, I've done a lot. But I'm not at square one anymore. Ever since that conversation, I've been working towards a relatively stable future.

And he's not lazy. He's really not. He doesn't do anything that makes him unhappy or uncomfortable. He prioritizes what makes him happy in the moment, never long term. And it's almost like he's incapable of invisioning something and actually working towards it.

I don't bring it up because that's the exact thing he's very very self conscious about. Like he says he hates Instagram because it makes him very jealous and resentful. He feels like he hasn't accomplished anything. He's 35.

And I think he does genuinely want more for himself. But won't do anything that will make him grow bc he keeps landing in things that keep him comfortable in one place. I've watched him turn down jobs and not seek opportunities because he doesn't like them. But he doesn't even try. He might like it if he did

Off topic, but there were times, maybe a year ago when there'd just be messages and pictures from girls. But these girls were like 21-25. Just reflecting on things, I guess, but I know 35 year old women his age would never give him the time of day. Heck, I'm 27. And I'm getting to my wits end.

And I have tried. I have tried to make him interrogate why he's willing to even entertain girls that young. Like the fact that you can have conversations with these people in their early 20s is a huge problem.

Then theres other times when he says he keeps me around because it's getting harder and harder to find a woman with no kids.

I don't know what I'm saying anymore. But he took this job overseas, without telling anyone. And yes, it's an amazing opportunity and yes it's fun to travel. But it's not an excuse to do yet another thing that absolves him from any responsibility. And it sure doesn't pay any kind of salary

There is no nice way to say this. But I wish he'd get a job. And actually do the things that wouldn't leave him jealous of his friends Instagram posts. Money isn't everything. It really isn't. And this isn't about money at all. It's just that he's living life as if he were a college student. We met as grad students so I lived the same way too. But when Im with him, its like we're still college kids.

And I don't want to be a college student anymore. I want a grown up. And I want a grown up partner.

There's just genuinely no way to bring that up nicely or while avoiding the insecurities that already exist. But if we break up and he dates another 23 year old, I can't say I didn't warn him

[teahatts]

you know what, fuck it. i have more to say about silver

Silver is, as mentioned, always being ignored by Sega in literally any media they put out. even in Sonic Prime, or Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog, both in which they could have very easily incorporated him into (especially Sonic Prime. seriously. Time Travel, diffferent timelines, a mess of keeping each variation in check??? this is literally all Silver. i'm coming for you Sega) even if it were as simple as Silver coming in at the end and going batshit at Sonic and Shadow for causing such a big mess for him to clean up and keep in place

AND AND ☝️ don't even get me STARTED on he gets treated in canon.

Sonic 06 is the one i'm gonna bring up the most bc memphis tenesee can catch these motherfucking hands.

like, mephiles is, and i will die on this hill, one of the best written villains, perhaps even THE best villain that Sega has produced. he is evil for the sake of being evil, but not in the same way that eggman is. he's evil in a dark way, a manipulative way that we see with how he treats Silver, and by extension Blaze.

when you were to look at Mephiles plan, silvers role was not necessary at all. mephiles didn't manipulate and gaslight silver due to a greater plan, he did because he was bored. Silver nearly killed Sonic (and don't say he didn't, silver was more than ready to kill a man if he thought it was necessary) simply because mephiles wanted to see how it would play out.

THEN, him befriending and proving his worth, creating friendships and actually better understanding the world, IT ALL DOESNT MATTER BECAUSE THE TIMELINE GETS RESET (i love angst so so much, but by god im gonna climb up the wall)

Silver being a time traveler doesn't help either considering how he is stuck in between two impossible situations. on one hand he can befriend ppl from the future that may begin to exist whenever the future is saved, however, every time the future is ruined, those people wouldn't be alive anymore. then when the future is safe, those people may just straight up cease to exist due to technicalities that could arise from time travel or they would not remember silver because of him going back in time and due to time travel technicalities.

then we got the other side because what would sega do besides give us so much fucking angst hidden in optimistic characters that just want to see other happy. (Sega, once i'm done with memphis, i'm coming for your jugular.) The otherwise is Silver befriending the people of the past. him befriending Sonic, Amy, Espio, Vanilla, Blaze, and everyone else is all fun since they are all very good people. until you pay attention to the fact there is a over 200 year time difference between them and Silver and that when Silver were to come back to his home, y'know, the one that he never knows will be an alive place with actual living organisms or an endless ball of fire, all of them would be dead!! oh and also them really seeing him as a bad omen since he almost always come when something bad happen. this doesn't affect his mental health at all!!!

So Silver is stuck between two options that both suck and aren't good for him. He is constantly lonely, lonely in all things someone as optimistic and joyful shouldn't be.

and i distinctly remember when i was a kid, first getting into sonic, the way that Silver was treated in the fandom. he was hated on so much. i didnt understand it and i still don't understand the sheer amount of hate i saw my favorite character receive. i'm so glad the fandom be a lot nicer to him and actually treat him like a character, but goodness, the damage that he received simply from being connected to Sonic 06 was insane to me.

in the end, Silver is still a kid. a fourteen year old that just wishes for a better future that was lok

Sega really did just give silver the most depressive backstory in all of Sonic history. like they just straight up said

"yeah he lives in an apocalyptic world that is on Fire in complete isolation and his only best friend was sent to a different dimension after the whole universe was reset bc some Evil Dude took advantage of his naivety and hope for a better future to destroy all of time and space and he's stuck over 200 years in the future so every friend he ever makes would be long dead by the time he time travels back to his home that, incase you forgot, is a ball of fucking fire because ppl keep on trying to destroy the world and he has to keep trying to travel back in time to fix a problem that will only repeat itself and he is considered an Omen of Death by many as his prescience means destruction and he cannot catch a break and he is only 14"

pleas let this boy be in a big game, series, comic, literally anything i beg of you sega let this poor boy breathe he has been through enough

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Here’s an observation post that serves as an appetizer for the content I’m preparing for y’all (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ I feel so good today ahh hope you like this one ☺️

☂️ The degree of your ASC ruler is a simple way to see how you may come off to people

🍇　Gemini risings with Capricorn degrees in the ASC are incredibly neurotic and controlling individuals. They give massive Virgo stereotype energy in their behaviour

☂️ Libra placements attract jealousy a lot more that scorpio placements because they naturally portray that "pristine" and "perfect" image

🍇　Libra placements are also prone to easily feel envious too, or easily feel extremely insecure about themselves with the people they admire. This is because I've noticed these natives (when underdeveloped) have this pattern of befriending the people that embody everything they wish they were so they keep these people close as a way to feel "complete"

☂️ Virgo ASC/Mars literally find it physically impossible to be spontaneous. Everything about them is so.... deliberate lol

🍇　Capricorn placements/degrees (specially sun/moon) almost seem destined to have it really rough in some way throughout their lives specially their childhood. They grow up having so much on their plate that they just end up living their entire life jumping from burden to burden, jumping from one stress to another constantly. It makes sense cus they basically came here to build themselves from the ground up

☂️ Scorpio/Pluto in the 6th house can indicate working a job or living in an environment where literal death or crime is a very common risk in your daily life either for you or for your family. This could mean working in a high-risk/tense job where your life or the life of others is often at stake or you could even be used to seeing corpses in your daily life/job (examples: working in medicine, police, living in a dangerous neighborhood, having a serious health condition etc.). You may have a job or a life-style that prepared you for survival in some way.

🍇　Since the 6th house also represents animals this can also indicate your pets dying in a rather traumatic way

☂️ People with Mercury or Gemini in the 10th house have small teeth or teeth that look like baby teeth

🍇　I can't remember if I've said this or not but hard Mars-Neptune aspects are common in people who self-harm

☂️ Also, people with any Mars-Neptune aspects tend to enjoy pain during sex

🍇　I don't see people mentioning this but one of the things that Aquarius/Uranus rules is aviation, planes and airports.

☂️ Since 9th house rules over leisure travels, ruler of the 9th house in the 6th house can mean working in something related to vacation where you often have to deal with foreigners and tourists.

🍇　I’ve also noticed that people with 10th house ruler in the 6th house at least at some point of their life have had a long-term job where they literally serve people like for example being a waiter/waitress

☂️ All cardinal mars people are very bossy

🍇　I've noticed people with ruler of the ASC falling in the 6th house or 6th house stellium are very humble. They are the type to feel super awkward when others put them in the spotlight or hype them up and they have a very low-key energy to them

☂️ I’ve noticed water moons aspecting venus are the most prone to getting in a bad mood when they’re hungry

🍇　I recently met a Capricorn rising girl who had a tattoo of Saturn in her wrist. She has no clue about astrology. It was a fun coincidence

☂️ People with 12th house placements will go through a period or periods in their life where they will completely disappear from the face of the earth and nobody will know NOTHING about them. These isolation periods can happen bc the native voluntarily wants to disappear or bc circumstances force them to, and usually the person comes back with renewed energy/glow up. In some extreme cases this isolation can manifest as going to prison, being hospitalized etc

🍇　People with Aries degrees (1º, 13º, 25º) in their big 3 have a VERY strong character and have a very feisty side to them that won't be very obvious at first (unless placed in a fire sign)

☂️ Many celebrities have North node and/or vertex in Leo degree

🍇　Also many celebrities or highly popular people have their big three really close to a cusp

☂️ Leo placements will act selfishly on purpose when they are mad/upset

🍇　Virgo placements are not OCD but they always have that ONE little thing (or things) that makes them go into OCD mode if you know what I mean. Like their entire house can be a total mess and they literally don't give a shit but all of a sudden they will be like "DO NOT TOUCH THE COMPUTER SCREEN WITH YOU DIRTY ASS FINGERS"

☂️ I’ve noticed Sagittarius risings with Virgo MC are more outgoing around people (Libra 11th house) and embody more accurately that extroverted stereotype of sagittarius since they have a more loud personality (Aries 5th house)

🍇 On the other hand, Sagittarius risings with Libra MC are more quiet around people (Scorpio 11th house) and they have a more chill and calm personality (Taurus 5th house) unless chart says otherwise of course

☂️ I’ve noticed Libra placements live for social media a lot more than their fellow air signs. They’re the type to stay constantly active on Instagram stories sharing their life. Either that or they like to show off an aesthetic on their social media.

🍇　People with air moon, moon in an air house or air IC could have a mother or family that was mostly focused with "fitting in" with other people in some way and may have encouraged the native to be like others and follow the crowd (Aquarius/11th house) or the native may have been encouraged to imitate their neighbors, friends, relatives, etc (Gemini/Gemini 3rd house) or the native's mother was very preoccupied with looking good to others in order to have some social status (Libra/7th house)

☂️ Simplified significance of the MC-IC axis:

4th house/IC -> how you were raised 10th house/MC -> what you took from it and take with you when going out in life

🍇 Males with Mars-Jupiter hard aspects are super arrogant and have the biggest ego, they’re not necessarily showy and can actually be insecure deep down (depends on the chart) but they always have this haughty demeanor ☂️ Gemini risings have the hardest time compromising to things like plans or projects, they really prefer to go with the flow and are more about talking/brainstorming than putting things into action 🍇 Ruler of the 4th house in the 2nd house can indicate coming from a wealthy or financially stable family. Sun, Venus and Mars in the 2nd house are also indicative of this ☂️ I have seen sooooo many females with Scorpio mars/moon who have had fertility issues or they never had kids or had kids very late in life or they had unwanted pregnancies.... With these placements there seems to be an energy of disconformity when it comes to conceiving

🍇 Well developed Leo placements honestly have a heart of GOLD and are some of the best humans ever but it's so common for them to be insecure about themselves and dim their own light it's very sad...

☂️ People with Mars in the 6th house love dogs. And when I say love I mean LOVE

🍇 People who have Mars in Libra/Cancer or Mars-Venus, Mars-Neptune are the type of people who live on coffee. They literally need coffee in order to function ☂️ Chiron in the 4th/5th house = stolen childhood

🍇 (related to MBTI) I’ve noticed ENFPs usually have prominent Leo+Mercury dominace mix in their chart and they also have scorpio energy (or water in general but specially scorpio) thrown in that mix as well

☂️ Pisces/12th house placements seem to be either fascinated or terrified by the sea, the ocean or sea creatures 🍇 The most reliable and ride-or-die people I have EVER seen are Capricorn moons and Scorpio moons. They have a hard time expressing how they truly feel but they’ll surprise you with how much they actually have your back and will stick with you through thick and thin. Some of the most loyal people to exist really (when developed of course) ☂️ Sagittarius placements always have something they know a lot about or a certain topic they think have all the answers to and people always turn to them to ask them about that topic 🍇 However, I’ve noticed one of the reasons Sagittarius placements can come off obnoxious or arrogant is because they tend to project an “intellectual superiority” because of this knowledge and often have a “I’m the one who knows about this here, you don’t know what you’re talking about so shut up” attitude without even realizing it sometimes and they can also have a "if you believe ___ then please unfollow me" mentality as well ☂️ Many Scorpio placements love chaos wether they like to admit or not. One way or another they always end causing or engaging in drama and I’ve noticed they somehow become obsessed with (sometimes even fascinated by) apocalyptic ideas 🍇 However, well-developed Scorpio placements avoid drama at all costs. They’re not people pleasers and are definitely not scared to call someone out or speak up about something controversial/taboo when it’s needed, and they always seem to know how to do this while staying unproblematic and they’re the best at choosing their battles wisely which is something I deeply admire ☂️ People with Fire moon in an earth house are very demanding individuals. They're the type to keep the waiter busy at a restaurant 🍇 I've noticed people with North Node in Pisces/12th house (other pisces/neptune/12th house influences can apply too) end up living a very luxurious life. Pisces is opposite to Virgo and Virgo is all about minimalism and having just enough of what you need, while Pisces is all about glamour and feeling like you’re living a dream come true or an “unreal” life. However, when they start living FOR the luxury they either loose it all or become emotionally miserable

☂️ Mercury rx people LOVE to read

🍇 When a Capricorn placement tells you something's not worth it, you listen, specially when it comes to something financial ☂️ I've observed a lot of times people with with Moon/Venus harshly aspecting Saturn have some sort of resentment/frustration towards woman, even more if Pluto is involved. If they’re sexually interested in woman they could feel they have “no luck” with women

🍇 Scorpio placements care MUCH more about fairness than Libra placements. They really HATE seeing someone innocent or just a genuine good person being taken advantage of or having “bad luck”. They’re all about karma and people getting what they really deserve so that’s why unfairness always hits close to home for them even when it’s not personal. And that’s also why it’s common for them to end up having a very pessimistic views towards life, the world, society, etc.

☂️ Gemini Venus people have very bright and charming smiles/laughs, their presence is very light-hearted and fun without being a class clown or anything like that. I don't know how to explain it exactly but they have a very comforting and approachable energy

🍇 People with moon in the 1st house are very bunt and honest with what they want. They are never "ashamed" or hesitant to ask for what they want but they are usually intuitively more considerate/gentle about other's boundaries than mars in the 1st for example

☂️ I've noticed Capricorn risings tend to go against their mom in some way like they find it really hard to agree with their mom unless they have a prominent/well-placed moon

🍇 Aries placements are very charming and uplifting people, they're more fun to be around than Sagittarius placements tbh

☂️ Virgo moons are very underrated tbh. They're not the most affectionate or nurturing, are usually loners and I've noticed they often go MIA and are very forgotten even by the people that are close to them, but they deep down very reliable really will be there for the people they care about when they need it the most. Their love language really is going outside their isolation mode every 6 months to ask how are you

🍇 Some scorpio moons can be very stuck in their ways and can go to major lengths just to be right. When loosing an argument they act like a cornered animal and can choose manipulating the situation over just admitting they were wrong

☂️ Cancer placements are not crybabies. They make vulnerability look like something very powerful and a strength which is so admirable tbh

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the king’s daughter | ksj

↠ seokjin x princess!reader ↠ enemies to lovers | royalty AU  ↠ 2506 words ↠ warnings: minor character death, mentions of murder, mentions of arson, violence, oc injures someone, seokjin is a little mean but with good reason.

A/N: okay this is really pure enemies rather than enemies to lovers, but the potential for romance is there 😂 i might end up making a part two but really have no idea when bc i already have so many wips and will need to come up with a whole plot to match what i’ve written here loool. 

i haven’t proofread!! (it’s 2am sorry). also, the banner image is from vikings and in my head, that’s the kind of au i’ve pictured in my mind (idk if anyone’s seen vikings or not!), so it’s not the typical big castle kind of royalty au. the song i listened to is shum by Go_A -- it’s eastern european (not northern like vikings) but fits in with the mood for this pretty well (particularly the chase part). 

this drabble includes the prompt: “and yet you’re still here.” for @youwannabelostandnotbefound​​ I hope you enjoy ❤️

“The King is dead!”

Thunderous applause follows, hoots and hollers all rejoicing in your father’s death, with weapons being thrust into the air in time to a chant of freedom. The man with the eagle tattoo, dressed all in leather and gold atop the makeshift throne raises a hand, asking for silence. The crowd follows through… 

Then comes the command you feared the most.

“His daughter still lives! Find her for the sacrifice and you will be rewarded!”

The sound of metal being unsheathed sends shivers down your spine, and it’s the threat of death that keeps you on your feet, moving as far away as you can.

But they’re everywhere. Men and women, warriors and farmers alike, all searching endlessly for you. 

You have nowhere to find refuge. The place you called home has been ravaged and set aflame, and the only people you trust have been killed. Your father was murdered a few feet away from you as you hid in the tall branches of a tree.

He ran with you for as long as he could, fighting anyone who saw the two of you, but only a few miles away from your home on the border of the forest, there were too many of them… you’d unknowingly walked right into the rebels camp. 

Then was the first time your father ever commanded you to obey him, not as his daughter, but as his subject. “Do not come out, no matter what, and run the first chance you get. Run fast and hard, Y/N. Make north and when you reach the lake, travel east to Virdona. There’s a woman there, Gyda, she’ll help you. Just show her this.” Then he thrust a golden medallion into your hand. 

You’d never seen it before, nor did you have time to ask any further questions before he kissed your forehead and jumped down to meet his death in what others might call a courageous battle. 

But you think it was foolish. He had no chances of winning and now he’s dead. 

Wiping your tears, you continue to move as silently as you can beneath the wagons. You’ve long since removed the fine silks that you wore to bed and have replaced them with a rough spun material and some leathers you stole from one of the tents. If you don’t want to get caught, you have to at least not look like the King’s daughter. 

You’ve yet to get your hands on a weapon, but the chances of that happening seem slim with every one of these rebels out hunting for you. 

There’s fires blazing everywhere, sparks flying high as they light your way out of the camp. Except it’s endless. Tents and carts are everywhere, men and women are everywhere, and your escape seems impossible. 

You’ve reached the end of the row of wagons and there’s nowhere else for you to hide behind. You have no choice but to walk through the camp in clear sight...

So you do. 

Raising your chin and rolling your shoulders back, you walk as confidently as you can, blending in with the rest of the rebels standing around the camp still. You’re convinced you’re doing a good job, moving further and further through the camp, past the centre fire pit that has something burning to a crisp above it. You’d rather not know what it is. 

Fighting back the urge to throw up, you look away towards the mostly vacant camp ahead of you, and then you see him. 

A tall boy— no not a boy, a man, just watching you. He’s leaning against the wooden pillar of the earl’s tent, biting into an apple. The way he’s looking at you has goosebumps rippling across your skin. 

He knows.

He’s looking at you as though he knows every one of your secrets and it’s unnerving. Your feet naturally come to a stop as you hold his gaze, but that was a mistake. 

“Hey!” A gruff voice comes from behind you. 

You turn around quickly on your feet. 

A man stands there a few feet away from you, axe in hand as he stares at you. There’s another shorter man next to him, and a woman. All three of them stare at you with daggers for eyes. 

Hesitating, your eyes look towards the pillar again, only to see the space empty. 

You look back at the three rebels in front of you, all armed. Then one of them mutters something low in their own tongue but you’ve been taught all the languages of this nation, so you understand. 

“I do not recognise her,” the woman says quietly. 

“Nor I,” the shorter man says. 

It’s the gruff man who addresses you again. “Show us your eagle,” he orders.

Your mind is racing. I could run now. It’s the smart choice, except then I’d be weaponless. Your eyes scan the tall man as he takes a slow step forward. The dagger at his waist. 

Raising your chin to meet his gaze confidently, you say nothing. It challenges his ego and so he steps forward, eyes narrowed while his friends tighten their grips on their weapons. 

Closer, closer, closer… that’s it.

He’s close enough for you to smell the stench of alcohol on him, no doubt from a celebratory drink after your father was killed. 

“Your mark,” he repeats, staring down at you. 

Holding his gaze, you lift your forearm and grasp the rough material of the sleeve. Then you pull back. 

The man has no time to process the blank space of skin because you’ve already reached for the dagger from his waist and pulled out the steel blade, slicing into his chest as you do. 

Any other man would cry out in pain, but these rebels know more than pain. The last thing you see as you turn and run is his axe rising up in the sky, coming down to meet its target — you. 

You miss the blade narrowly, and you’re barely a few feet away before the three of them are on your heel, yelling out for the other rebels to join them. 

Your feet hit the ground faster than the hammering of your heart. Your father’s words repeat in your head, “Run fast and hard”. And you do. 

They’re hard on your heel but you don’t let up, ignoring the pain from your feet, your chest, ignoring the branches that whip at your face as you dart between the trees. You’ve reached the end of the camp, and ahead is only dark forest. 

I can lose them here, you think. Just keep going. 

“There she is!” A woman’s voice calls out. 

One look behind your shoulder and you see all eyes on you. 

Shit. You run harder, desperate for the dark cover of the forest, but you’re not fast enough. The voices behind you get louder, their fire torches lighting the way. Within a moment they could have you…

Desperation to survive fuels you as you keep going, but then in a second you’re being pushed to the side and strong arms wrap around your frame, a firm hand closing on your mouth before a cry can escape your lips. 

Your first thought as you’re dragged behind a tree is that you’ve been caught by a rebel, eager to hand you in and claim his reward. But you remember who you are and you won’t let that happen. 

Just as you attempt to wrestle yourself free, kicking your legs and resisting with your arms, a man’s voice whispers low and calm in your ear. 

“Be quiet, princess. Unless you wish to be caught.” 

His tone is what makes you question yourself… is he going to kill me? Because he doesn’t seem like it. So you go still in his arms, hearing the voices that chase you grow louder, and with it, your fear suddenly increases. 

With a sharp movement, you try to stab the man holding you in the thigh, but he’s faster, taking hold of your wrist. He doesn’t realise right away that his grip on your body has loosened, and you use the opportunity to elbow him hard in the ribs. 

He lets out a low grunt and you slip out of his grasp, ready to break free into a run again, but before you know it, you’re being pulled back and pushed harshly against the tree. 

This time the man stands close in front of you, clamping his hand over your mouth again. Your eyes take a few seconds to adjust to the darkness, but you recognise the face. It’s the same man you saw earlier, learning against the earl’s tent. 

“I told you to stay quiet,” he mutters, with anger in his deep voice. “Unless you would rather be killed” — he lets go of you, stepping back and motioning towards the rebel’s voices which have now become more distant — “then by all means, try to escape.”

The dagger is still in your palm, the leather hilt making you feel braver. “Who are you?” you ask firmly. 

Scoffing, the man looks at you in annoyance. “What use is my name to you?” he responds with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. “If I tell you, will you know who I am?”

Despite you being the vulnerable one here, you still feel the anger rising within you. Maybe it’s because of everything you’ve been through today. 

“I’ll know if I can trust you,” you hiss. “So tell me, who are you and where are you from?”

The man in front of you laughs mirthlessly, shaking his head. “Fine then. If Your Highness wishes to know who I am, then I ought to tell her. My name is Kim Seokjin, son of Kim Nam-Jung.” Anger replaces the amusement in Seokjin’s features as he continues glaring at you. “My father was a blacksmith. A humble man who worked hard day and night to acquiesce to your father’s demands.” Seokjin takes a step forward. “Now that you know who I am, tell me, can you trust me?” 

For a moment you’re speechless, trying to understand Seokjin’s words and his anger behind them. He said his father was a blacksmith, so that either means he has retired, or he’s dead. Seokjin’s anger tells you it’s the latter. 

Your instincts tell you the answer to his question is no, I can’t trust you. But you don’t say that. 

“I don’t have much of a choice,” you reply, watching him carefully. 

“You didn’t answer the question,” he says sharply, eyes dropping to the dagger in your hand before meeting your gaze again with an unkind glare. “I’m not surprised. You don’t know who I am, nor do you know who my father was. You never cared to know about anyone outside of your privileged, pathetic life.”

His words are full of venom and his eyes pierce into you. But you’ve been through hell today and it’ll take more than an insult to tear you down. 

“You saved my life, why?” 

Seokjin stares at you wordlessly for a moment, the anger still visible in his deep brown eyes. Then he steps back, muttering a low, “Follow me.” 

“Not until you tell me why,” you demand, staying firm on the spot. 

Halting, Seokjin stands with his back to you and you’re certain he’s contemplating whether or not to kill you here and now. But your thoughts are distracted by the broad width of his shoulders and the two blades that are slotted into the black leather straps across his back. 

Seokjin turns around slowly to face you again. “Your father is dead and there is a manhunt for you, yet you want to waste time asking me why?”

“It’s not a waste of time if it’s to make sure you’re not going to take me back to the camp and have me killed,” you snap. 

“I just saved your life…” Seokjin looks at you with raised brows. 

You shrug. “Maybe you want to take me back so you can claim the reward for yourself.”

Rolling his eyes, Seokjin reaches for something from his back pocket. The movement shifts his tunic and the black ink of an eagle head tattooed across his chest is exposed to you. 

Your hand raises, aiming the dagger towards him. “You’re a liar,” you accuse, heart beating faster in your chest. “You’re one of them.” 

Seokjin frowns in confusion for a second until he sees where you’re looking. He quickly straightens up, hiding his inked skin from view. “Was,” he retorts. “Now we don’t have time for this, we need to go.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” you shoot. 

Irritation flashes across Seokjin’s face and he pulls out a chain from his back pocket, and at the end of the chain, is a medallion. The same as the one your father gave you which is hung safely around your neck, the gold sitting against your sternum. 

Seokjin takes one step towards you again. “Will you come with me now?”

You look from him to the medallion, and then back to him. His gaze is steady, watching you carefully. 

“How did you get that?” you ask him, nodding towards the medallion. 

“It was my mother’s,” he says. “She gave it to me a few years ago.”

“What does it mean?”

Seokjin sighs impatiently. “If you have it, it means you’re in danger and should be travelling to Virdona as fast as you can. Surely your father mentioned that to you?”

“Yes he did,” you seethe. “Right before he was murdered by your people.”

“I told you I’m not one of them anymore,” Seokjin snaps back with just as much vehemence.

Glaring at him, you lower your blade. “I do not trust you.”

“Yet you’re still here.” Seokjin cocks his head. 

“I’m only here because you have the same medallion my father gave to me. It must mean something.”

Seokjin scoffs. “So you trust me because of a piece of gold?”

“No, I trust my father.” You take three strides forward and stand in front of Seokjin, waiting for him to meet your gaze before you bring the blade up to his neck. 

He doesn’t flinch. 

“I’ll go with you, but if you try anything at all, I will kill you.”

A smile dances across Seokjin’s lips, though he says nothing. 

Lowering the dagger, you sheathe it between the leathers you’re wearing and brush past Seokjin to make north like your father told you to. 

A firm hand closing on your wrist is what stops you, and before you can react, your back is being pressed against Seokjin’s chest, one arm holding you tight against him, keeping your arms locked into your side. 

His lips brush against your ear, the warmth sending shivers down your spine. “I know you will,” he whispers. Then there’s the cold metal of a blade pressing into your neck. “But remember, so will I.”

You’re stunned, momentarily speechless, but Seokjin lets go as quickly as he grabbed a hold of you and takes two steps to walk ahead of you, murmuring a quiet, “Follow me,” as he goes. 

You do, but only after a moment of wondering how you could feel so safe and threatened in someone’s arms at the same time. 

A/N: thank you for reading! if you liked this, please comment/reblog/send an ask -- it means a lot! 

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𝐁 𝐁 𝐇 𝐌 𝐌 - jjk

I was basically inspired by these ^^^ pics of jk bc wow hot hi

⚠️ ALSO QUICK DISCLAIMER :: this is my first fanfic on here so it might be terrible but enjoy anyway. ⚠️

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 :: reader x crimeboss!jk

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 :: bitch you better have his money.

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 :: ABSOLUTE SMUTTY FILTH heh angst too ig

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 :: 11.9k

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 :: long haired tatted jk, that’s it, that’s the warning, uh kinda sketchy plot hsjsjsj, WOW ANGST ASF at the beginning tho, dub!con towards the middle don’t hurt me, fuck or die ig, gunplay????? yeah????? jks BLATANT OVERUSE of pet names, dacryphillia, major-ish character death, describing the injuries on a dead body, jk has a sir kink ig??? um excessive over exaggerated choking bc jks hands yum, explicit seggs, rough jk, he’s kinda mean, dom!jk, sub!reader, oral m&f receiving (facefucking on both ends), coochie sniff if you squint, coochie slaps if u squint too, spanking, OVERSTIMULATION, unprotected seggs, degradation, he calls her a bitch once idk, other bad names, praise too ig, jk gives an ultimatum, SLIGHT aftercare, he kinda like switches from flirty to murderous like a bunch of times it’s kinda weird, jk has an impossibly huge shlong obv, contemplating death, super mature themes, reader is a BIG fucking crybaby, overuse of the word fuck, corruption kink at the end if u squint super hard, also DUB!CON in case you didn’t see it, at this point I should just write what it doesn’t have

“If you’re not out of my house in 3.4 seconds, I'm dragging you out by the testicles” you uttered, your alarmingly calm voice laced with raw brutality as hot tears cascaded down your burning cheeks, your arm outstretched and pointed toward the blinding light of the hallway that contrasted with your dark bedroom. You said nothing more, with your eyes trained angrily at one of the four blank tan walls nearby, not possibly being able to bear speaking to or sparing a glance into the eyes of a cheating whore. The woman you had just caught him with scurried past you wearily, a terrified and confused glint in her eyes as she passed your frigid frame sans underwear, with her sparkly silver pumps dangling from her fingers and a wrinkly silver dress hanging limply from the clutches of her other hand. The man in question shuffled cautiously around the bed, clutching the exposed parts of his body and approaching you with extreme hesitation and outstretched hands, as if trying to calm the already blazing flames of your fury. He laid a cold, rough hand on your shoulder squeezing softly, a motion that once brought you comfort but only added the all consuming hatred that bubbled up inside you akin to ravenous bile filling up the pit of your belly. “Did you not hear what I said? Get out.” You spat, glossy eyes still pointed toward anything but him.

“____ please” he croaked, like the slimy frog he truly was, his voice dripping in false agony which only neared you closer to the brink of undoubtedly committing an act of extreme violence against that man. “Please baby it wasn’t-'' you blanked. He was about to make an excuse. A stupid, rediculous, horrible, completely false excuse which you had absolutely no patience to hear. So you snapped, harshly shrugging your shoulder and sending his arm flying back to his side. He stepped back, ceasing his incessant chatter as he stared at you, a surprised expression painting his “pained” features. He wasn’t accustomed to you acting like this, you were never one to raise your voice or act out in any sort of way so he stood there, eyes widened in dumbfounded silence and you took this chance, bending down, scooping up as much of his discarded clothing as you possibly could and throwing it in his face, your rage bubbling over into something much more carnal as you inhaled deeply through your nose.

“Shut the fuck up and leave!” He scrambled to catch as many clothes as he could and was taken aback by your abrupt outburst. He stood silent once again though this time, he was making the face he often made when forcing himself to cry. It was the face he made around his mother to get out of family responsibilities. The face he made around his friends when guilt tripping them into buying him drinks, and now he's using it for you. To guilt you into taking pity on his pathetic actions which merely was the catalyst for your unforgiving violence. In an instant you were behind him, heaving him out of the door with your bare hands, pushing with all your might, using the immense pain coursing through your limbs as motivation to drive his beefy frame further and further out of the bedroom, down the hallway, into the living room and closer to the door yelling “I said leave! Leave! Now!” Pushing harder and harder with every word you choked out. The tears began to flow faster, clouding and distorting your vision as your face contorted into an expression of pure anguish until finally, he was forced out of the open doorway and into the main hallway of your apartment building. You promptly slammed the door in his face and the only thought traveling though your mind was ‘thank god she left that door open’ because you wouldn’t have been able to force him through it otherwise.

You stood silently for a few seconds, back to the door, face still slick with tears as the cool wood on your back shook senselessly with every beat of his fist and muffled shout of his voice crying phrases like “____ open the fuking door!” , “this is my apartment too baby come on” and other variations of the sort. Your mind was empty while you remained there, letting the harsh reality sink in like the slowest molasses. You allowed that man, that pig, to take 10 years of your life. 10 years of your prime. 10 years that you'll never get back no matter how much you beg and plead for it. Come to think of it, you had shaped your entire life around him. His influence was there no matter how much you wished it wasn’t. His residue staining your life like the blackest ink of which you would never be able to rid yourself. At the surfacing of these thoughts, you’d finally broke down and cried, like ugly cried. Broken heaves and sobs escaped your throat until you felt like you were suffocating as you slid down the door, not caring if he heard your wails and whines of torment on the other side of the polished mahogany. You actually hoped he did hear, you wanted him to hear the anguish and grief he put you through. You wanted him to hear you cry out all of your attachment and love for him until there was none left, so he knows the tears flowing from your body hold all of the affection you harbor for him. All ten years of attraction flowing out in a gigantic tsunami of grief that can only end in a new start.

Your mind played through all the memories, and the small amount of good times you had with each other while you sobbed mercilessly, also coming to the realization that he never did anything for you. Ever since you were 14 you’d been changing everything about yourself for him, while he merely lived his life, dragging you along like a supportive little puppy and rewarding you with cheap token gifts and mediocre sex once in a blue moon.

He wanted to attend university in your hometown so you abandoned your dream school, which accepted you, to attend a closer college. He made the decision to study abroad, so you had to drop everything and move to Australia for him. He wanted to wait to have kids so you froze your fucking eggs for him. He got a great new job at a large company in Asia, so you dropped everything again and moved to South Korea. You learned Korean for him. You have the same friends as him. You even cut a few family members off because he was “uncomfy” around them. He wouldn’t even go down on you because it also made him ‘uncomfy’, which should’ve been a red flag from the start. You did all of this bullshit in the haze of love. The promise that he’d reciprocate all of it in affection and adoration, which he didn’t, and now you’re sitting in your living room bawling your brains out because you were too lovestruck to see the signs.

After sobbing hysterically for what seemed like hours, you’d sat limply in front of your door, slouching back onto it as if it were a plush armchair and staring blankly into space, your mind completely empty. Feeling overwhelmed and exhausted beyond belief, you leaned forward, groaning in anguish as your tired muscles cried out in distress after being immobile for more than four hours. Crawling over to the couch, you tiredly flung your nearly paralyzed body onto the soft cushions with a sigh, not even bothering to pull the fluffy throw blanket over your body as your entire frame began to steadily shut down. Before your eyes completely shut, you caught a glimpse of the clock perched on the wooden tv stand which read 11:11 and scoffing quietly as you thought to yourself, ‘I thought that was supposed to mean good luck’ and you gave in to the delicious expanse of slumber.

You were startled awake by the incessant pounding of your now ex-boyfriends fist on the door, again. For the past 4 days since you’d forced him out, he’d show up outside your door at the ass crack of dawn just banging on the door profusely, as if that would persuade you to open it an inch. He had a schedule, he’d come at 5am, before he went off to work, then at 12:30 on his lunch break, then again at 9:45 just to make you miserable before you went to bed. You’re actually surprised the neighbors haven’t complained to the landlords yet. You tossed the blanket off of your sticky body, kicking and thrashing wildly due to the annoyance caused by that nuisance.

You cried more times than you can count during these last 4 days, especially during the times he would attempt to win you over with sappy shit like “baby, you’re my everything, you’re all i’ve ever wanted”, the lyrics to one of your favorite songs or, “you’re my forever ____, you can’t just throw 10 years away babe” to which you cried about for 3 hours after he’d said it, after realizing that he actually wasted 10 fucking years of your life. Anger bubbled up in the pit of your stomach as you listened to the repetitive banging of his fist and at this point you had enough and came to the decision it was finally time to pack his shit. Stomping into the living room, you grabbed a necessary box of bags that sat on the coffee table in the center of the room, figuring you were ready to use it. With a final nod of your head, you marched into your shared bedroom and opened all of the cabinets and drawers that contained the plethora of his belongings and flinging them on the floor, grabbing the box of xl trash bags you’d snagged on your march in here and started tossing things in left and right, not caring about the brand name or the state of the fabric or anything for that matter. All you saw was red as your eyes welled up with tears for the first and probably not last time that day.

“I can’t do this” you sobbed out, voice hoarse as you fell to your knees, ignoring the rugburn that was soon to form on those areas as your shoulders shook with every harsh breath you took. You had been dreading this task. Dreading it only for its significance that once you packed all his things and tossed them out, your relationship would be truly over. You definitely didn’t want him back but this would be the first time you’ve been alone in 10+ years and you were not certain you were prepared for that let alone wanting it. Inhaling shakily, you sniffed, ridding your face of any moisture as you cleared your throat and walked back into the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of chardonnay from your anniversary that fell on the week prior and venturing back into the closet to resume your task. You weren’t much of a drinker but for this task, you’d need a bottle or two.

A few hours later, he’d finally went off to work and you sat in the doorway of the closet, drunkenly dressed in the wedding gown you were made to be wed in this summer still combing through all of his clothing and tossing them messily into a bag that laid open on the floor beside you. You took a swig from the bottle, hissing softly at the satisfying burn that seared it’s way down your throat and rubbing at your puffy eyes with the knuckle of your index finger. The closet was mostly bare, except for a rack with some of his clothes and one rack of semi-expensive clothing his cheap ass reluctantly purchased for you and you glanced around, catching a glimpse of some ugly floral fabric in the corner of the small space. Getting on your hands and knees you reached a limp hand out, taking hold of the horrendous fabric and dragging it out with a groan, eyes wide at the surprising heft of the object in your hand.

It was a pillowcase. A pillowcase full of something brick shaped. You raised an eyebrow quizzically before reaching into the bag and pulling out a fat stack of cash. Taking a sharp intake of breath you paused, staring blankly at the wrapped wad in your hand and cocking your head to the side. You peeked over into the bag after a few minutes, eyes popping out of your skull as they feasted on more huge stacks of money. It was Korean currency but there had to be at least 250k USD worth in the entire sack. You furrowed your brows, tossing the money back into the pillowcase forcefully as a tornado of thoughts whirled in your mind. Had he been saving behind your back? Was he planning on getting rich then eventually hanging you out to dry for some younger girl? How long has he had all of this? Where the fuck did it all come from?

You looked back at the money then back at the corner you found it in, squinting as you spotted some more ugly purple fabric. Crawling behind the clothing earnestly, you managed to fish out 4 more pillowcases full of money. You stifled a laugh, having never been in the presence of so much currency, you guessed it had to be more than 1 million dollars. You smiled for the first time in 4 days, lips curling up into a wide joy filled expression as you dumped all of the money onto the rugged floor of the closet. With all of the alcohol coursing through your veins, (almost a whole bottle) you didn’t hesitate to grab the biggest tote bag you own and stuff as much money as it could hold inside. You figured it was the least he could do after cheating on you.

He deserved to pay, and you obviously deserved a raise.

It was a full on shopping spree. After throwing all of his shit into bags, you tossed them outside your door and left with as much money as you could carry before he could come back on his lunch break. You even came back to get some more money, just to go out and spend it again. To say you splurged would be an understatement, you spent almost half of the money on clothes, shoes, a hair and makeup appointment, a manicure, a new car, and you even paid rent for six months after taking his name off the lease.

So here you were, struggling up the stairs as quick as you could, due to the fact that it was 9:30 and you were trying to avoid seeing him at his 9:45 visit. Your feet screamed in agony in your new jimmy choo pumps, because you’d been on them all day, and you had at least six shopping bags hanging from each arm, all full with an assortment of gaudy items such as shoe boxes, makeup products, and clothing. You had finally reached the door after a while, smiling at the absence of his bags which meant he took them and swiftly unlocked the door, clamoring in and tiredly dropping the bags in your hands. With a sigh, you locked the door, running a hand through your freshly styled hair as you rid your face of the designer sunglasses that shielded it. Kicking off your shoes, you hummed gratifyingly at the pleasurable feeling of bare feet and shuffled over to your couch, plopping down on the end cushion groggily.

A soft buzz in your back pocket caught your attention as you carefully fished out the new phone you purchased and unlocked it with your perfectly manicured fingers, raising an eyebrow quizzically as the texts rolled in, ‘i thought i blocked him’ you thought, preparing to do it a second time before a few texts caught your attention and you froze on the spot, chuckling heartlessly at his words.

+82 2 2263 5950 : whose car is in our parking spot?

+82 2 2263 5950 : did you already move on?

+82 2 2263 5950 : wow whore

You rolled your eyes, wondering where he attained the gaul to accuse you of a feat such as that. Calling you a whore as if that name isn’t suitable for himself. Even more so than you. You decided to text him back, feeding off of an unknown source of confidence as your fingers furiously tapped along the screen.

me : it’s my car asshole

me : bought it with the money u left me

me :thx baby <3

+82 2 2263 5950 : what money?

me : the money in the closet you didn’t bother telling me abt u dumb fuck

+82 2 2263 5950 : don’t use that money

me : why should i listen to you?

me : you aren’t my bf

+82 2 2263 5950 : no seriously ____ don’t use that money wtf is wrong with u

me : already did bye babe

You blocked him as quickly as you could, face burning with absolute anger as you tossed your phone on the cushion beside you. Who is he to tell you what you could or couldn’t do? You had come to the decision then and there that you wouldn't let him treat you like a child. He wasn’t your dad. Thanks to him you barely speak to your dad. The only thought going through your mind at the time was ‘fuck him.’ Before you could delve into your thoughts any further, it started. His incessant pounding on the door. Again. Although, this time it was much more frantic, desperate. He was much louder with his pathetic pleas and whines, crying out “please don’t use that money!”, “Listen to me god damn it!”, “___ open the fucking door now!” But you stood your ground, ignoring him once again as you did for the past few days.

Just to escape the racket of his wails of desperation, you retreated to your room, slipping on one of his expensive balenciaga sweatshirts you kept for yourself and climbing into the cool blankets, burying yourself under the plush fabric and folding your pillow over your ears. You knew this would be the longest night of your life..

And you were correct, It was the longest night of your life. He never truly got the memo that you would not be coming out to communicate with him so he finally left at around 1:30 in the morning. You had slept horribly, tossing and turning as the aftermath of his cries and pleads left a print on your mind and tormented you at all hours of the night, you didn’t manage to get any real sleep until around eight and woke up a mere five hours later in a state of confusion. It was well past noon and yet it was silent, you had woken up of your own volition, not because of some crazy man outside of your apartment screaming like a banshee. In due time, you had come to the conclusion that he had finally given up and gone about his day without banging on his ex-girlfriend's apartment door like an idiot at all hours of the day.

This theory was almost set in your mind until you heard a knock. Groaning violently, you stared up at your ceiling, eyebrows furrowed as you erased that theory from the whiteboard in your cortex. Fully prepared to ignore the person at the door, you rolled over to your side until another knock was heard. This wasn’t him. This couldn’t be him. The knocks were way too soft, they lacked an element of urgency, desperation. They were simply just way too calm. So, you sat up, swinging your legs over and reluctantly standing up, before making your way into the living room to be greeted with another knock and a smooth male voice calling out. “Miss ___ ___?”

You glanced wearily though your peep hole to be met with a tall male, dressed in a blue and white uniform. “Looks like a cop. He called the fucking cops on me, shit.” you whispered to yourself, voice small as you held onto the door handle. Figuring it’d be worse to make him wait, you opened the door, being met with the warm, dimpled smile, of the decorated individual. “Yes, i”m ____” you respond, shoving your hands into the pockets of your sweatshirt and looking everywhere but him, which probably seems more suspicious than anything but you were too riddled with anxiety to care. The officer clutched a navy blue manilla folder in his hand and opened it promptly in order to sift through its contents.

“Hi, i’m officer Kim.” he breathed out, calmly bowing and resuming his apparent spiel, “do you know this man?” he pondered, raising an eyebrow quizzically as he pulled a photo from his folder with calloused fingers and lifted it, spinning it around to face you. Your eyes widened slightly upon being shown a picture of your ex and you nodded hesitantly.

“He’s my ex boyfriend- well ex fiance I guess.” you responded, voice barely audible as your mind raced faster than the speed of sound. You asked yourself what he could’ve done that was bad enough for the police to show up at your door. Maybe you had been too harsh on him and he had gotten into one to many bar fights, maybe he robbed a bank at gunpoint, maybe he stole some old lady’s car and filled it with off brand mayonnaise before he returned it. All your questions- all your thoughts stopped as Officer Kim responded, running a tired hand through his hair.

“He passed, earlier today.” he paused, giving you time to digest things and you froze, staring at his face blankly as your mind processed what you had just been told and you hummed questioningly, your throat becoming tight with realization. “It happened around five this morning,” he paused again as you stood in complete silence. Sure you hated him but you’d never wish death upon another person, especially him. You hate him now but you were in love with him once too. You hate him now but, he was the closest person in your life. He was all of your firsts, your fiance, your best friend. You thought you wouldn’t be able to get all of that back because of the breakup but now you truly can never get any of it back, because he’s dead. Then, you started to cry, for the hundredth time this week but this one was different. You weren’t crying because you missed him, or wanted him to come back like all the other times, as horrible as it sounds. You were crying because you felt bad. Because of his short life that was ripped from him by the unforgiving hand of death. You weren’t crying because of him, you were crying for him. A hand on your shoulder interrupted your sobs and you wiped your face, glancing up at the culprit with glassy eyes. “I’m so sorry for your loss...” he paused, giving you a few moments to breathe as he rubbed your shoulder comfortingly before speaking again, “but we have an idea of who did it, it would be helpful if you just came down to the station with me for some questioning.” he asked softly as the shaking sobs and whimpers that came from your body slowed to a halt and you nodded.

“Yeah, uh. Let me just go get dressed.” You muttered, smiling up at him softly and shuffling back to your room to prepare. The longest night of your life was about to turn into the longest day.

And you were correct again as you stood in front of your apartment door after the absolute, and I cannot stress this enough, longest day of your life. Your ex was murdered, brutally, and they made sure to go over all of the gory details with you while you were at the precinct, they even took you to see his body, which made you cry because it was mangled almost beyond recognition and you were horrified. Apparently, he had been tortured for hours, which explained all the bruises, gashes, and burn marks on his body, strangled, thus the huge ring shaped mark around his neck, and dumped into a river, which made his body all pruny and wrinkled. You had spent 10 long hours at the police precinct and it was now nearing midnight as you fished your keys from your pocket in order to unlock the door. Inserting your key, you jiggle it around in the lock for a minute before realizing it was already unlocked initially. Figuring you had left it unlocked accidentally in your depressed haze, you pushed your way into your apartment and locked it promptly, pressing your forehead into the cool wood of the door. You sighed softly, relaxing only for a minute as you absorbed your surroundings before freezing as you heard the rhythmic tapping of someone's foot.

“Long day huh?” the voice was deep, one you hadn’t heard before as you remained facing the door, your grip of the handle tightening until your knuckles turned white. He spoke again, “you must be ____.” he murmured softly, sending a terrified shudder down your spine. “I’ve been wanting to meet you but he said you were off limits. You know, he talks about you a lot-...” he stopped himself as if realizing something, “well talked, I mean.” the man mused, an ominous chuckle flowing from his mouth.

“Who are you?” you rasped, attempting to conceal any cowardice but blinking your eyes harshly as your voice broke. You vaguely hoped this was one of your ex’s friends coming to visit, at an odd hour of the night, sitting ominously in the dark of your apartment waiting for you to come home just to say hi but the chances of that actuality was very slim.

“None of your business” the man retorted, a smirk evident in his ominous tone. “Now, let’s get down to business little dove,” you furrowed your brows at the nickname. You had never been called a nickname, especially by a man who randomly just snuck into your apartment one night. Your ex only ever called you baby or babe so little dove was different for you. It seemed endearing in the worst type of way. “I want the rest of my money.” he paused, “I found half of it in a closet here, and he said you might know where the rest is.” he paused again, only this time a sound is heard, a metal rattling of some sort that ricochets off of the walls of the apartment like a stray jumping bean in a pill case. Then it hits you, he has a gun, and he just shook it as if he intends to use it. . “Don’t make me ask again sweetheart.” Your eyes widen and well up as your head falls down, knowing you're going to die today and you take a deep breath, telling yourself you’d be ready for whatever happens so you decide, if you’re gonna die, you should at least know the name of the man that’s gonna kill you so you scrape together every last drop of confidence you can muster and ask once more.

“I said, w-who are yo-” you choked out, in an attempt to hold onto the last shred of your dignity as you blinked back the tears threatening to fall from your glassy eyes. However, your small shred of confidence is promptly ripped from your grasp as the man cuts you off mid sentence, slamming his gun down onto a hard surface with a loud clatter. You jolt, crying out softly as the tears you’d been holding back with all your might fall onto the ground before you.

“I said none of your fucking business bitch where’s my fucking money.” he spat, his sinister tone draing a choked sob from your thoat as you realized, you wouldn’t be getting anything you wanted today. “Answer me” he said, alarmingly calm as the sound of him cocking his gun travels directly to your mind.

“I spent it” you muttered between your soft hiccups and stiffened slightly upon hearing a heavy footstep approach you, then another footstep, and another, and another until they cease, and you can feel the man's warm breath raising the hair on the back of your neck. All your readiness for whatever happens and willingness to die flies out of the window as you lean your head on the door once more, taking a shaky breath as you begin to plead, aware of how pathetic you sound and part of the reason why you have such a strong urge to cry harder. “Please don’t kill me” you whined desperately as you feel the cold metal of the gun barrel resting on your shoulder.

“Relax little dove” he whispered, his lips brushing the back of your ear and sending a chill rushing through the entire expanse of your body. “Just find a way to pay me back and we’re even,” he continued calmly, his raspy voice reverberating in your eardrums as you think through what he just said carefully. You gasp and sniffle, shaking your head softly and lifting it slowly from the wooden door frame.

“I-” you stopped, taking a deep breath and preparing yourself as much as you could for his response then opened your mouth to continue. “I don’t have that kind of money” you whispered hesitantly, shutting your eyes tightly, allowing nothing to escape but the numerous tears that fell to the ground in anticipation of his actions. There was an eerie silence as he contemplated your words before he abruptly turned away, lifting the gun from your shoulder and holstering it in the waistband of his jeans, causing you to let out a wavering breath you’d been holding that entire time. His hand traveled back up, taking refuge on your left shoulder as the other hand made its way up your right arm, the warmth setting your skin aflame and sending a shockwave of warmth coursing through your body.

“There is another way you could pay me back.” his velvet voice rasped, stressing the word ‘another’ in a way that you immediately understood his insinuation and you took a sharp intake of air, bracing yourself for what he was about to say next. But he didn’t say anything for a moment, letting his hands do the talking for him as he gripped your arms softly, using his hands to spin you around and face him. You whirled around, yelping in surprise but stopping when you were met with the most exquisite, carnivorous brown eyes you had ever seen in your life that were accompanied by full pink lips and a tousled bunch of fluffy black hair you just wanted to run your hands through. Even in the darkness of night, the moonlight streaming through the kitchen window illuminated the room enough for you to trail your eyes down his face and get a vivid idea of what he’d look like with illumination.

Yummy as fuck.

Your eyes began to wander down to his exposed collarbone and before they could travel any lower, his fingers roughly grabbed your chin, forcing your gaze upward until you met his borderline cannibalistic gaze, which crushed you into nothing. He cocked his head to the side, a mischievous glint in his eyes as the corner of his lips turn upward slightly. “He was always bragging about you… saying,” he speaks, his sultry tone lulling you into a state of compliance as he spoke, “you’re such a good fuck,” he continues, placing his left hand gently on your waist and stepping even closer, if that’s possible, his soft breath hitting your face with every word as he speaks. “Your sweet little cunt is so tight” he glances down at your lips, running his thumb over your bottom lip “your mouth feels like heaven” he pauses again, running his hand down to hold the side of your neck softly to which you gasp “maybe i’d like a demonstration little dove.” he smiles, a twisted horrifying smile that snaps you out of his seductive trance and back to reality as your eyes widen and you pull yourself quickly out of his hold, running over to the couch and bracing yourself on it.

“No” you cry out, out of breath for some reason as you swallow thickly and shake your head. “No, I'll find a way to pay you back, I promise.” you plead, praying he wasn’t going to kill you on the spot and that he hadn’t noticed your blatant ogling. He probably did but at this point you didn’t care, you just wanted him gone.

“Whatever you say sweetheart” he replied, emitting a dark chuckle “call me if you change your mind, my number��s in your phone” he opened the front door and you glanced back at him, noticing the way his all black attire contrasts with his tan skin, and most of all, you notice the full sleeve of tattoos that ran down his right arm. Heat crawled up to your face as you realized you were gawking again and you nodded in response, feeling unable to form the words to respond with. He only uttered the words “you have a week.” before the door slammed and you were left alone in the dark.

You ran your fingers along the side of your neck where the aftermath of his touch lingered like a searing residue. No one had ever touched you like that, especially your ex. He was the man that took your virginity and was the man there for every time after so you’d become accustomed to his textbook missionary vanilla sex that left you touch starved and unfinished every. single. time. But you’d finish yourself off each time, feeling bad because you thought he was trying his hardest and truly didn’t understand how to please women. But as time went on, you realized he didn’t care about your pleasure and too enveloped in his own release to ever worry about your needs, but were too deep in love with him to care.

Your thoughts were interrupted when your phone went off to signal a text and upon picking it up there were two text messages from an unknown number that sent a shiver down your spine which read.

+82 2 5284 8735 : don’t try to run

+82 2 5284 8735 : we’ll hunt you down little dove

“Can’t you just take the shit back?” You questioned frantically, clutching the phone by your head until your knuckles turned white, rolling your eyes tiredly when you got no response. “They hung up, great” you deadpanned, plopping onto the couch you had been pacing in front of. It has been 6 days since the man showed up and you were running out of time and hadn’t slept in two days, your mind running frantically with the thought of him coming back to see you nearly empty handed. Well, not exactly empty handed. You had managed to get 253k of the whopping +400k dollars you had spent of his money and after not being able to return the car, manicure, hair appointment, rent, and a bunch of clothes and shoes, you were manic. Some might even say a bit crazy. Many of the stores and the dealership knew you by name because of the amount of times you called them. You dropped your phone into your lap, burying your face in your hands and wishing someone was here to console you through this but the only person you knew even remotely enough to offer any consolation was your ex. You wish he was alive so you could punch that bitch in the face and ask him what kind of shit he got himself into because the man that paid you a visit was most definitely not from corporate.

You sat for a silent minute deliberating if you should text the mystery man and take him up on his offer. You had asked yourself, is it really worth your life? Were you really going to die because you didn’t want to sleep with the hot guy you stole money from? The answer at first was yes because you still had your pride intact then but now, you had been starting to second guess your confidence in getting all the money back. After all, the deadline is tomorrow. You still had your hesitations, the only man who has ever seen you in such a lewd nature was your ex. You didn’t know if you were ready for sex with another person, even if he was the hottest man you’d ever seen. But, against your better nature, you convinced yourself that your ex was gone and this was bound to happen sooner or later, so why not sooner?

You grabbed your phone in earnest before anything inside you could convince you to stop and unlocked it, opening the messages for his number and typing out your text, hitting send before any sort of regret had the chance to sink in.

me : i’ll take your offer

me : this is ____ btw

You placed your phone down on the couch cushions beside you and chewed nervously on the not so fresh manicure that was still on your nails. To your surprise, his reply came in quickly and you frantically reached for your phone as the dings came rolling in.

+82 2 5284 8735 : i know who you are

+82 2 5284 8735 : i'll be there in 20

+82 2 5284 8735 : be ready sweetheart

Your heart thumped restlessly as you shot up from your seat shouting “twenty minutes?!” and you cried out nervously. You hadn’t even seen his face in good lighting and you didn't know his name so you’d basically be fucking a complete stranger which scared you enough as it is but the fact that that stranger held you at gunpoint merely a week prior is what scared you shitless.

In the limited time that he gave you, you decided to freshen up a bit so you hopped in the shower. Your first shower in a few days after your psychotic state worsened. Humming in bliss, you relished in the feeling of the scalding water flowing over your skin as you took your time washing , shaving, and singing, in an attempt to rid yourself of the horrendous nerves that overtook your senses. After reluctantly stepping out of the steamy oasis, you’d decided on a white lingerie set you had gotten yourself for christmas but never got to wear for anyone because your significant other was always “working” or too tired/busy to take the time of day for you. Pairing the set with a matching white silk robe and not bothering to wear any shoes because you’re in your own house, you slicked your lips in a thick coat of gloss and applied some mascara and eyeliner to your tired eyes just to spruce up a bit. You figured, if you put effort into your appearance, then maybe he’d spare your life after the sex. You stared at yourself in the mirror, tying your robe, smacking your glossed lips together and ogling your appearance before a soft knocking was heard from the living room. “He’s here” you told yourself with a deep shaky breath as you vacated the bathroom and slowly ventured toward the door.

You stood silently before the front door, contemplating whether this was a mistake or if it was too late to turn back. As much as you hated to admit, there was no logical solution to your problem that was in compliance with any standing laws. Heck, what you were doing was probably illegal in everywhere but Las Vegas so you had no other choice than to twist the handle, open the door and stare up at the most alluring man you had ever laid eyes on. You ran your eyes all over his body, studying him, his features, his gorgeous eyes, impeccable nose, plush lips, smooth hair, and strong arms that lead to a presumed strong chest hidden under his plain white tee. He noticed you blatantly checking him out to which he placed a finger on your chin, lifting your face up so your eyes met and making you watch as he rolled his bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it for a moment. Oh how you wished that was your lip.

“You ready little dove?” he asked, his tone seductive and smooth like chocolate as he walked closer to you, closing the door behind him and backing you up until you stood patiently before the couch staring up at him, a wistful glint in your eyes as you nodded. He reached up, using a finger to push your robe off of your right shoulder and cocking his head quizzically. “All dressed up just for me?” he pondered, his eyes trained on the white lace peeking out from under the robe. You nodded, to which he gripped your chin roughly, furrowing his eyebrows at your response. “Use your words sweetheart” he warned, loosening his grip so you could speak in affirmation.

“Yes…” your voice trailed off, thinking of what to call him, as you still didn’t know his name, so you addressed him as you would any man you didn’t know, “yes, sir. I dressed up just for you” you concluded, your voice barely greater than a whisper as the corners of his lips turned up. He let out an animalistic growl at the name you gave for him, obviously satisfied and moved his hand from your chin to grip the back of your neck promptly.

“It’s Jungkook, but sir will do nicely” he basically growled before latching onto your lips with carnal aggressiveness. You whined heartily into his mouth as his tongue slipped deftly into yours and intertwined with yours, causing your mind to fall into a haze as he coiled his arm around your waist, bringing your body flush against his toned frame. You reached up with shaky hands, fumbling with his shirt, eager to get it off of him and gaze upon the expanse of his abdomen. His lips detached for a moment, giving you the chance to pull his shirt over his head, which he gladly obliged and lifted his hands over his head, swiftly resuming their positions when his shirt formed a pile on the floor beside you. You leaned back in, attempting to capture his lips in another phenomenal kiss but he pulled back, leaving you to chase him and whine when you ultimately lose, to which he laughs mischievously, taking his hands off of your body and toying with the silk tie on the front of your robe.

“How do you want it baby?” he pondered, the new nickname sending shivers down your spine as you glanced at him quizzically, as if asking what he meant. He chuckled softly, tugging at the ribbon and opening your robe as he brought his hands up, carefully sliding it down your arms and bending down so his face was level with your collarbone. He placed a gentle kiss there, leaving fire in the wake of his lips as he spoke, his breath cooling the seared flesh, “would you like me to be gentle?” he asked leaving more hot kisses along the expanse of your shoulder and neck, drawing salacious sounds from your parted lips as he brought his hand up to rest at the base of your neck. “Or…” he paused, sliding his hand up and increasing the intensity of his grip on your throat, restricting the blood flow to your brain as your mind became hazy and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. “Do you want me to be rough?” he continued, lifting his head to watch your face as he loosened his grip. “It’s your choice little dove.”

You were elated, ecstatic and a little disappointed when he loosened his grip on your neck. Your ex was always into sex that lindered toward the vanilla side, as mentioned before, so he would never think to try anything like choking, which always intrigued you just a little bit. You wished you would have experienced other styles of love before you met him but you didn't, and this was your chance to try them out now. Your fingers travelled up, lightly grazing over that hand that was tightly wrapped around your neck. Whining quietly you rolled your bottom lip between your teeth, biting it softly as your other hand came up and wrapped around Jungkook’s forearm.

“I wanna try it rough” you mumbled, eyes closing as you relished in the hazy feeling this restriction gave you which only heightened as he tightened his grip.

“Perfect.” he groaned out almost inaudibly as he pulled your face to his, colliding your lips in the roughest, most passion filled kiss you’d ever experienced. He devoured your mouth with gluttonous amusement, his grip on your airway never wavering for a moment as he tongued you down, his carnal need prevalent and present in the thick air of the room. You reached up, completing a task you’d been wanting to do for days, tangling your hand in the messy black mass that fell upon his head, and relishing in the soft feeling of his waves. Then he detached from your lips and moved away, forcing your hands to fall from his hair and onto his broad shoulders, which, while pleasurable to touch, didn’t even come close to frolicking your fingers through his locks. He moved his hand from your neck to your shoulder, to which you whined with a small pout, missing the new contact as he chuckled at your eagerness. He stared at your lips, before leaning down and capturing your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down on it voraciously before he spoke. “Do you want me to put this slutty little mouth of yours to use little dove?” he asked, pulling back as if waiting for an answer, to which you obliged.

“Yes sir” You answered quite honestly in fact, as you felt all your hesitation and weariness about this task slip away. “Please put my mouth to use.” you pleaded, staring up at him, a wanton expression on your soft features.

“You’re so good for me .” he whispered, his soft breath fanning your face as you nodded in agreement, “such an obedient little dove, hmm?” he asked, to which you nodded once again, a bit more frantically this time as you awaited his cue. He used the hand on your shoulder to abruptly push you down with a small yelp so you were seated on the black leather couch behind you, the colder leather contrasting the burning lust in your entire body as you looked up at him. “Get to work slut.” Your eyes widened at the name. Maybe it was supposed to be an insult or he just liked calling you that but you couldn’t help the gargantuan wave of slick that coated your panties at the moment.

You looked down, a bit above eye level with his crotch as you reached up to palm him through his faded blue jeans. His scent was tantalizing, musky, and you couldn't get enough as you stared up at him through your eyelashes, your lips slightly parted as you gazed in awe. He gave you a warning glance, as if scolding you for teasing him for this long and you unzipped his pants. He held out his hand, as if to stop you before reaching behind his pants and pulling his gun from the back of his jeans. Your eyes widened, gaze now trained on the firearm in his hand, a horrified expression on your face as you ceased all actions. Which he noticed, peering down at you, a horrifying smile etched on his godlike features as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Relax darling, I won’t kill you,” he purred, reaching down and weaving the fingers of his free hand into the roots of your hair, grabbing and pulling back roughly so you have no other choice but to meet his dark eyes. “We’re only just getting started.” he lowered the gun, pressing the muzzle into the underside of your jaw, the cold metal like ice against your scalding skin. However, you felt no need to cry, felt no need to fear for your life even as this gun was pressed to your neck, aimed to kill, because you knew he wouldn’t do it. Through the dark facade and ominous gaze in his eyes there was something else that made you trust his inability to kill you. You realized you were enjoying the thrill, the excitement of putting your life in his hands. So, you did what any crazy bitch would do in this situation, you breathed out deeply, relaxing your shoulders and slouching yourself down to push your neck further onto the tip of the gun with a mischievous smile. Jungkook stared down at you in awe, running his tongue on the inside of his cheek and taking his gun off of your neck before tossing it over to the end of the couch behind you.

Resuming your actions with a shaky breath, you tugged his pants down until they fell to his ankles and placed your hands on the sides of his underwear clad hips. You might’ve been inexperienced in his style of fucking but you sure knew how to give a good blowjob, so you got to work, placing open mouthed kisses to his clothed appendage. You looked up at him once more seeing the lust clouded haze that filled his deep brown eyes. After a bit of teasing, you hooked your fingers in the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down in a seductively slow manner as you allowed his needy cock to spring free, and you stared up at it with a gasp.

It was huge.

You didn’t really know what qualifies as huge because the only dick you’ve ever had was around 6 inches on a good day but this alluring appendage swinging before your face had to be at least 9 inches long and you wondered how the fuck you were going to fit it all in your mouth let alone your pussy, which was already aching for it. Your mouth involuntarily opened wider in anticipation of his delicious dick inside and you grabbed the base, with two hands, drawing a hiss from the man that stood over you as he kicked off his shoes and the rest of the clothing that pooled around his feet. You licked teasingly up the sides of his dick, stopping at the tip to swirl your tongue around it, and catching some salty precum when you did. You glanced up at him and he looked absolutely furious in the best sort of way. Frustrated to the max as you teased him mercilessly, only spending meere fleeting moments at the spots which needed the most attention.

Then he snapped, taking you by surprise and using his hand that was still tangled in your hair to hold you still while he shoved his cock in your mouth. You tried to gasp but it merely came out as a small strangled whimper that was cut off as his length reached that back of your throat. You moved your hands to the sides of his hips once again, bracing yourself as he slowly pulled his member out of your mouth, most likely winding up for another thrust. He propelled his hips forward once again, stuffing not nearly all of his cock into your mouth, as his tip grazed the back of your throat. The feeling of him completely filling your mouth had you livid, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you moaned, the vibrations reverberating onto his appendage which drew a salacious moan from his plush parted pink lips.

“Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven.” he moaned out, then he started to fuck your face, tears pooling in your eyes while his dick basically hit the back of your throat with every harsh stroke of his hips as he gripped on your hair tighter. After one particularly hard thrust, he held his length down your throat as tears rolled down your cheeks and you gagged around him. He took his cock out of your mouth, to which you gasped, swallowing the spit that pooled in your mouth with an aroused groan.

“Tastes so good.” you mumbled, not possibly being able to get enough as he shoved his cock back into your mouth and fucked your throat relentlessly. The tension building in you was too much to bear and your need to cum only heightened as his actions resumed. You arched your back slightly, pushing your clothed clit into the black leather cushions of the couch as you gyrated into it slowly, praying he wouldn’t notice and would be too invested in fucking your throat to realize.

You were wrong. He noticed immediately.

He halted all movements, taking his cock from your throat and grabbing your neck harshly, to which you gasped, whimpering as he pulled you up to stand in front of him, cock slapping the front of your body as you stared at his face in anticipation of his actions. You could imagine what you looked like right now swollen glossy lips, and tear stains running down your face because you didn’t bother to wear your waterproof mascara. You never needed it any other time so you figured why would you need it now. Oh how wrong you were.

“Dirty little dove, trying to get off on the couch because you want me that bad?” he rasped, nearing closer to your face with each word and you nodded frantically, basically begging him to do something, anything. “Words” he barked, drawing a cry from your lips as you thought of what to say.

“I want your cock, please sir.” you begged, before he groaned hungrily and captured your lips in a ravenous kiss, taking you by surprise. No one had ever kissed you after they’d fucked your throat before so why would he do it. You didn’t dwell on that thought for too long before melting into his touch and wrapping your arms around his neck. Jungkook took his free hand, trailing it around your body to unclasp the back of your bra, your eyes going wide at the skillful ease of his fingers. He snatched the white lace clothing off of your frame, tossing it to the other side of the room and reaching back up to cup one of your soft breasts in his hand, flicking the nipple with his index finger and making you sigh satisfactorily into his mouth. He leaned forward, taking you with him as he lowered both of you back onto the couch, settling himself between your newly opened legs and never breaking the kiss. He unlatched his hand from your neck, trailing it down your body as the other hand continued to knead your breast skillfully. His burning touch slowly ventured further and further down your abdomen until he reached the band of your panties and abruptly tore the thin while lace from your body to your dismay and discarding it on the floor beside him. You whined sadly, as those had been your favorite pair of underwear but barely had any sort of time to grieve as you felt two rough fingers dip into the wetness of your slit, trailing them up and stopping right over the spot you needed him to be at, pulling a moan from your still swollen lips.

He began kissing a trail down your body, stopping for a mere moment to suck on the pert bud of your free breast before resuming his path of destruction. He moved his hands to settle on the inner sides of your thighs, spreading them apart and sighing as he got a glimpse of the treasure between them. Your eyes widened upon realizing his destination as you scooched away, holding a handful of his tousled black hair in an attempt to grab his attention.

“I-…” you paused, chewing on your bottom lip and thinking of how to word your statement. “i’ve never asked anyone to do that for me before, so y- you don’t have to do it.” you stuttered wearily as the nerves set in. No one’s face had ever been remotely close to your womanhood and the thought of it sent a chill down your spine as you released his hair from your grasp. You wondered what it would even be like. He glanced up at you, eyes dilated as he chuckled, a dark chuckle that made you shiver as he tightened his grip on your thighs, yanking you closer to his face and taking a deep drag of your scent once you were close enough.

“Oh baby I want to” he basically moaned out, licking his lips and glancing down at your glistening slit, the corners of his lips turning up in a hungry smile. You raised an eyebrow, asking yourself ‘why the fuck would he want to do that?’, and ‘isn’t this for my pleasure?’, but all your concerns were answered once he spoke again. “I can’t wait to make you writhe on my tongue little dove” he muttered, causing your cheeks to burn with the intensity of a thousand suns as he talked into your soaking entrance. “... make you beg and cry without even using my cock.” he continued, releasing your left thigh from his grip as he placed a hand on your pubic mound, lowering his thumb and slowly beginning to circle your clit eliciting a loud wail from you. “You think, if I had the power to turn you into a messy little whore all for me just by using my mouth, I wouldn’t use it at any chance I could?” He asked and you whined, nodding as your hips stuttered up in desperate need of more friction. “It’s all about power baby, and I have it all here” he groaned, watching you clench pathetic around nothing.

Then, he finally gave you what you wanted. His hand resumed its grip on your thigh, forcing it away from the other as his thumb was swiftly replaced by his warm tongue licking up and down your wet sex. You moaned, placing your shaky hands on the mounds of your chest, toying with your nipples just to add to the pleasurable sensations he was creating with his tongue. This feeling was unlike any ecstasy you had ever felt and you never wanted it to stop. His tongue slipped deftly into your soaked entrance twisting and turning skillfully as you keened loudly. His warm wet appendage swirling around your wet cavern was the best feeling in the entire world and you knew if he continued ravaging you at this pace, you’d cum in no time. But, you needed this release. You needed to let go of all this pent up sexual frustration you didn’t even know you harbored. You needed to experience your first orgasm in months, if not years, that wasn’t self inflicted and you hoped and prayed with all your heart that it would come soon.

He switched his focus,, moving his tongue up to play with your aching clit and slipping two fingers into your formerly empty hole with a deep groan that reverberated through your core like a powerful vibrator which only intensified your moans and cries of pleasure. You looked down on yourself to see the delicious sight of him devouring your cunt ruthlessly, the sight alone almost tipping you over the edge as you brought your hands up, covering your eyes while you neared completion.

“Jungkook you’re gonna make me cum.” you called out, an exasperated cry leaving your lips when your impending orgasm was painfully ripped away from you as all his motion stopped. You uncovered your eyes, about to stare down when your body jolted, a harsh sting being felt directly on your clit, sending a wave of warmth barreling through your entire body. Then you understood, he slapped you, and you peered down at him, your eyes glassy due to the orgasm that was ripped from your grasp.

“Who? said you can cum.” he deadpanned menacingly, staring up at you through hooded eyes as you leaned your head back tiredly, realizing the error in your words and prepared to beg, just like he said you would.

“Sir” you cried, holding your arms limply over your head as you continued to plead. “Sir please, please make me cum.” you begged mercilessly, a tear of relief sliding down your cheek as he resumed his assault on your core, attacking at a steady pace and retrieving the all too familiar knot that formed in the pit of your stomach. You reached up, grabbing the edge of the couch with an iron grip, your knuckles turning white as your hips began circling on his face, your clit rubbing against his tongue with every movement and venturing you closer to your sweet release.”Please don’t stop sir, oh my god” you whined loudly, fucking his face relentlessly as you chased your high, nearing it more and more with each thrust of your hips until he finally pushed you off the brink of ecstasy, a scream leaving your lips as Jungkook continued his unrelenting attack on your pained pussy.

You rode out your high, writhing and panting before him, his pace never faltering, his fingers never slowing, his tongue never relenting and it soon became too much. The euphoric delirium quickly turned into madness as you barreled down the path into overstimulation. You wailed pathetically, thrashing under his hold as the pleasurable pain consumed your body and you could barely form a coherent sentence but you persevered, scraping all the coherent thoughts you could muster and turning them into tangible words that sat on the tip of your tongue, ready to be spoken. “Sir please, it's too much!” you cried to which Jungkook finally let up, slowing his pace to a halt and sitting back.

“Oh my god that was so fucking hot” he growled before sucking on his glossy fingers and cleaning around his mouth with his skilled tongue as he gazed amusedly upon your exhausted body. But he was nowhere near done with you. This fact made apparent when he stood and wrapped an arm around your hip, lifting your limp body and turning you over with ease, positioning you so your face was pressed into the now warm couch cushion and your ass was raised high into the air before him. His eyes rolled at the view of your swollen cunt bent over for him and he gave it a light smack, eliciting a pained, but tired yelp from you as he chuckled muttering “you’re going to drive me crazy little dove.” under his breath.

He crouched down, coming face to lips with your abused cunt as he wrapped his arms around your bent bottom, lacing his fingers together as they rested at the arch of your back and dragging his nose up the tortured path of your slit, drawing whines and cries of overstimulation from your wiggling frame as you tried to get away from the punishing menace that was his face. “No, please. I can't take anymore, it's too much.” You whimpered, your voice muffled as you leaned your face into the couch tiredly to which he obliged, reluctantly, as he stood, grabbing his neglected dick in hand and pointing it toward your pink entrance.

“I can’t wait to stretch your pretty little pussy ____.” he purred and you moaned at the sound of your name slipping off of his tongue like the creamiest butter. He dragged his tip along your swollen clit, abusing it again for what seemed like the millionth time that day as he covered his girth in your slick, a guttural groan emitting from the back of his throat. Then, abruptly, he sunk into your slippery cavern, barely all the way in but you’d never felt so full in your entire life as he pushed forward slowly, filling you up and providing you with the most delicious stretch you’d ever felt. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you whined, a desperate whine that you could barely register was your own voice as he pushed his length completely inside of you, his head falling back and your name, rolling off of his tongue once again.

After barely giving you time to adjust to his alarming size, he reeled his hips back before slamming into you again, and again, and again, over and over again until he was fucking you at an unrelenting speed you barely knew was possible to achieve. Suffering from the overwhelming pleasure he forced you to endure, you shut your eyes tight, crying out in strangled indulgence as you grasped onto the fluffy throw blanket strewn lazily over the couch in front of you. You relished in the sting of his girth, staring ahead blankly with glassy eyes as he rammed into you with a punishing speed and black mascara filled tears streamed down your cheeks.

You knew you were about to cum soon, again, only due to the all too familiar feeling accumulating in the pit of your belly. Jungkook reached down, placing a hand on your shoulder blade and pressing your chest further into the couch while he drilled into you, moaning and cursing at the feeling of you flexing deliciously around his cock. He felt you were close, so he moved his hand, snaking it around your waist and trailing his other hand to assume its position around your neck, hoisting you up so your back was arched against his abdomen and you had no choice but to stare up at him as he talked down on you, never slowing the snapping of his hips for a wavering moment.

“You’ve never been fucked this good have you?” he teased through clenched teeth as he leaned down, sucking and marking all over the expanse of your neck with grunts and growls of pleasure. You were way too fucked out to even think about the words to form a coherent sentence, barely being able to form whimpered versions of ‘mhm’ after he questioned you but he was having none of that. He unraveled his hand from your waist, tightening his grip on your throat and landing a hard slap to your left asscheek, drawing a shrill shriek from the depths of your throat as he warned in your ear. “Words little dove” he slapped you again, “how many times do I have to fucking warn you.” he concluded, landing another harsh smack to your abused flesh as you whimpered.

“You’re the best I’ve ever had, I’m such a slut for you sir.” You sobbed out, “please let me cum, please fuck” you whined, drawing out your words and you reached back, tangling both hands in his unruly mop of hair as he split you open, moaning directly in your ear which in itself, was a thing that could make you cum on the spot.

“Cum then.” He said obviously, as if it was the most simple response, only it was this simple command that shoved you off the precipice of ecstasy for a second time. The feeling that bloomed deep in your stomach soon blossomed into a full blown orgasm that racked through your body quickly, leaving nothing but white hot pleasure in its wake as your legs trembled viciously, with one last loud cry of Jungkook’s name. But, he still did not falter, his pace quickening as he neared his own climax, the speed both too much and not nearly enough at the same time. You reached back, attempting to push him and escape the all consuming pleasure torturing your body like a blazing fire but your hands were caught quickly by Jungkook’s hands which crossed them tightly and held them behind your back, resuming his attack.

You shook your head, letting it hang as your tears fell freely onto the couch before you, his moans and groans of ecstasy increasing in volume and frequency as he neared his own climax, his hips faltering in their pace for the first time in a while as he worked to his own release. In what seemed like an instant, he released the most beautiful, salacious, strangled moan you had ever heard, pulling himself out of your soaked cunt, and painting the surface of your ass with his white hot ropes of cum. He finally let you go after a moment, watching as you fell limply to the couch, laying face down, panting exhaustively, your arms still crossed limply behind your back as he smirked down at your fucked out frame. He left you alone for just a bit, coming back but a few moments later before you felt the sore skin of your asscheeks being wiped off with what felt like a warm hand towel. You were relieved he had the respect to clean his mess, it made you respect him just a little bit more as a person but you were way too tired to dwell on the subject any longer.

“You did so good for me little dove” he cooed, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it as he placed a sweet chaste kiss on your lower back, caressing his hand up the side of your body. A simple touch that lacked any sort of sexual aspects, it felt comforting and you sighed, leaning further into the soft couch as you heard him begin to put his clothing on. You felt a pang of distress, seeing as you were more of a fuck and cuddle kind of girl, but you really hadn’t expected him to stay so why’d you feel the need to ask him to. Pushing the feeling deep inside your gut, you sighed deeply as he walked in front of you to bend forward and grab his gun that laid discarded on the opposite side of your couch, also grabbing the throw blanket beside it and tossing it over your naked frame before thinking about something. “So,” he started, tucking his gun in the back of his pants and humming, “I’m thinking that was worth about, hmm 50k” he started. You vaguely understood what he was saying and knew you’d flip out once you were conscious enough to truly comprehend his words. “I’ll keep in touch.” He said, pulling his shirt down and smiling deviously at you as you uttered a hoarse ‘huh?’ To which he answered simply, “if I wanna come collect some more money” and he spun on his heels, opening your door and sauntering out of the threshold.

When he got into the hallway, Jungkook burst into a wide smile, satisfied with the encounter he made today. He entered this agreement fully prepared to either fuck you once and take the money you’d earned back or just fuck you and kill you, but once he’d had a taste, he was insatiable. You were flawless, your compliance was impeccable. The way you obeyed him, begged for him, the way you tasted, the way you felt, the way you looked. There was no way he could ever get enough and is probably the reason he kept overstimulating you like a frat boy with a bruised ego. There was no way he was gonna just let go of an absolute gem like you, so he made his excuse, a plan. Everytime you fuck him, you pay back a portion of the money. He was so tempted to tell you this session was only worth $100 just as an excuse to come back over and over and over until he had his fill, but he kept his composure, giving you hope that you’d ever be free of his grasp. Jungkook for once was extremely ecstatic, elated, excited to ruin you even more than he already had and he was dead set on making you want him just as much as he craved you no matter what it took. Though he was pretty sure you already did.