#crying screaming rolling in the floor weeping sobbing etc.

[moving-to-dreamwinged]

just watched the SADDEST video EVER WHAT THE HELL??????? i’m going to throw up bro

[cloudystevie]

dude dude dude. i can’t get this out of my head. andy railing you sideways playing with your t*ts still railing you and haha etc. imagine the dirty TALK. fuck lmao

anonymous said: OH AND IMAGINE HES DOING IT IN FRONT OF A MIRROR? “look at yourself” “you look so hot” oh okay yeah you have fun with that

warnings: mean daddy andy (aka my favourite andy lol), mirror sex, just very dirty imo sksksk, also probably technical issues with the position but its fiction so who cares, degradation and language

“look at you honey, such a pretty pussy for daddy to fuck.” his fingers ran over the insides of your thighs, trailing them closer to your spread open cunt

you whined, dropping your head back against his chest

he wrapped a firm hand around your throat, forcing your head up so you could meet his heated gaze in the debauched reflection

“eyes on the fucking mirror. don’t make me say it again.” he growled

you maintained eye contact as andy continued his torture on your sensitive core

your arousal was leaking onto the floor, and andy laughed at the sight, slapping your cunt making you jolt and shriek in his arms

“always so responsive to daddy, i love it.” you nodded, moaning loudly as he cupped your tit in one hand, tweaking and tugging at your nipple roughly

his other hand was occupied with your cunt, stuffing two of his thick fingers inside of you, stretching you out for him

“look at this pretty little pussy. i said look at it!”

you whined and clenched around his fingers at his mean tone, immediately snapping your eyes open 

“there we go. no need to cry little one, daddy hasn’t even gotten his cock in you yet.”

you fisted his shirt in your hands, humping his hand like a bitch in heat

“daddy please i need you so bad!”

he shushed you, continuing his assault on your pussy

“daddy wants you to watch yourself, lay on your side.”

his words left no room for disobedience and you did as you were told, not even complaining about the cool hardwood floor digging into your bare skin

but even though andy could be really fucking mean, he wasn’t completely heartless

so he lifted you up and placed his arm under the side of you, allowing your body some relief

he had unbuckled his belt, freeing his throbbing cock and slapping it against your ass, spreading his pre-cum on your soft flesh

he threw your leg over his hip, and then ran his cock over your weeping folds

he hissed as he thrust into you, growling at the delicious feel of your pulsing hole around him

“fuck such a good pussy. my pussy isn’t it?”

you nodded your head, sobbing out “yours daddy, all yours”

he began thrusting into you with more force, the sheer power of his movements making your tits bounce almost painfully so

“just a little toy for me aren’t you? for me to fuck and fill up with my cum whenever i want?”

your fingers wrapped around his wrist that was wrapped around your neck, “good girl, taking daddy so well.”

andy always had a way of reducing you to nothing but a shaking, screaming mess and then praise you so sweetly; the contradiction pushed you closer to the edge

his fingers wiped away your tears, “dumb little baby crying for my cock. such a brat.”

his filthy words never came to a halt as he whispered lowly into your ear.

“daddy ‘m gonna cum!”

he picked you up, settling you on his lap before slamming your hips up and down his cock, “come on then, make a fucking mess of yourself.”

the new position allowed him to reach all over your sweet spots, and you seized up around him, back arching and then slumping against his chest as he rode out the waves of your orgasm

your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your arms and legs jerked wildly before andy shushed you, pushing your thighs apart with his own and lacing your fingers through his

holding you in place

he groaned at the sight of you convulsing around him; because of him

“now i want you to squirt on my cock. and i’m not stopping until you do” he nipped your ear.

[mountphoenixrp]

We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

                                 Nylah Jang, who is known by no other name;                                                   a 28 year old daughter of Set.                                                       She is a dancer at Minx.

FC NAME/GROUP: heize CHARACTER NAME: nylah jang AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 28 / june 1, 1991 PLACE OF BIRTH: vienna, austria OCCUPATION: dancer @ minx

PERSONALITY: hello, welcome to the worst person you’ll ever meet, following closely behind her own father. nylah jang is a lovely young woman with a penchant for…dark habits.

detached, cold, emotionless ━ except when she isn’t. silver tongued with equally velvet fingers, the daughter of chaos has a talent of playing the role of any character to get her victims anyone to bend to her will. mask after mask, she slips them on and off with ease. if you manage to look past the seductive smirk and alluring eyes to find the vat of pure void…well, sweetheart, you won’t be alive for very long.

just enough to see her tower over you with the only flicker of true joy in those pitch black eyes as she watches you writhe on the floor in terror and pain until you pass out from shock. it’s as if she feeds on the fear. makes her stronger.

she feels no remorse, and doesn’t care to think about it. why should she? everyone is below her. worthless. trash. just play toys for her. nylah wants everything in the world, and she will do anything to get that. she plays with mortal lives as if they’re nothing, as if the people around only have one purpose: to serve her.

nylah’s done terrible things; torture, murders of varying styles. a short and very general list of things that she is quite proud of.

personal relationships are nonexistent in her world, simply a waste of her time. any resemblance of one is either a ploy to get what she wants, or ━ yeah, no, that’s it.

HISTORY: (tw: murder, torture, and animal abuse)

I. a mother weeps as she holds her child for the first time. it is a sob of a despair, drops of bitter salt at the sight of the creature in her arms. it stares at its creator silently.

her name is nylah, and she is a curse. the ever present reminder of a stroke of black ink across her past.

she does not release a cry, nor does she reach out for her sobbing mother. the infant simply stares.

she knows of her purpose.  

II. the daughter of chaos is three years old when she makes her first kill. it’s a small, sad pathetic thing that hangs lifeless in her hands. a kitten, she thinks. the incessant sounds it made had irked her to no end, and nylah found a solution. she does not understand why her mother is screaming. she wishes she would shut up.

III. gabriel schmidt is his name; the man that manage to charm and seduce his way into the bed of nylah’s mother. in some way, nylah can understand why his mother is so willing to drop her panties for the first man that gives her any attention. it’s been ten years since the last time she got fucked. ten years since she’s been born.

she hates him.

she hates everything about him.

how dare he insert himself into nylah’s life? without her permission.

nylah would have preferred if the man got his dick wet once and walked away without a regret. the loud sobbing of her mother would be a grating sound, but the bitter scent of despair and sadness would be intoxicating. instead, all she could smell was the sickly sweet syrup of love.

the pile of dead animals in the backyard grows larger each week.

IV. she sees the way her mother stares at her.

MISTAKE MISTAKE MISTAKE

nylah stares back with eyes that speak of chaos and darkness and death. she smiles.

EVIL EVIL EVIL

her mother does not look her in the eye.

V. mina schmidt is her name; the squealing red-faced thing that apparently shares blood with her. nylah looks at it with disgust, sneering down at the wriggling baby. she doesn’t know why her mother looks at it with such adoration; she’s never looked at nylah that way.

the next day she writes out her sister’s name on the side of the house in the blood of mutilated birds. love thy family.

nylah giggles at the screams that erupt from her mother and the husband as they discover the bloody message on their home; she savors the fear that seeps from their souls. the girl finds that it is the most delicious thing she has ever tasted.

she decides that she wants more.

VI. the sight of the boy curled on the floor before her is the greatest she’s ever had the pleasure to lay her eyes on. tears are streaming down his face, expression twisted in agony as he screams out. he’s begging her for mercy, apologizing over and over; nylah simply smiles at him.

lifeless, pitch black eyes suddenly come to life.

she would be lying if the waves of pure terror rolling off the boy didn’t turn her on. there’s a growing dampness in between her legs as she watches him claw at her feet, offering up anything to make her stop. it’s pathetic, how people are willing to give away their dignity in order to save their own skin. besides, nylah knows that she wouldn’t be able to stop; the swirls of chaos around her have already latched on to the girl and they’ve tasted the first blood. it’s too late.

it’s oh so easy to slip into the depths of his mind and bring out the deepest fears and sins to light. claws prod and poke at his thoughts, suffocating him until all she can breathe, see, and hear is fear.

nylah twists and squeezes his mind to her will, melting it into putty until finally her grip on him lets go. he’s laying in a puddle of his own piss and tears. she cocks her head to the side, lips curling into a smirk.

�� do you fear me now? ❞

he vomits and passes out.

and nylah ━ a realization dawns upon her. she has the power to do what she wants; to terrorize and raze the earth. take and take and take until everything is hers, because who can stop her? she is god.

thus begins the fall.

VII. nylah is eighteen now.

her body count: 12

those were only the ones who weren’t strong enough to make it through the enlightenment. that’s what the daughter of chaos calls it ━ diving deep into mortal ears and twisting and turning and feeding on their terror until the only thing they wish for is death, and the only person who can give them that sweet mercy is her. until she becomes both their savior and greatest fear.

❝ do you fear me now? ❞

THE ENLIGHTENMENT.

A GOD.

OBEY.

VIII.

her family is next. nylah can barely scrounge up any love for them; it’s a disgusting concept: love.

it’s all too simple.

gabriel, with his mind so easy to mold and play with. she whispers to the man in his sleep, sleek claws sinking into the brain of a pathetic mortal.

KILL KILL KILL

nylah goes deeper.

MURDER MURDER MURDER

and everything snaps.

IX. BREAKING NEWS ; MAN MURDERS WIFE AND DAUGHTER IN RAGE

this is channel ten with breaking news. police reports have confirmed that forty three year old gabriel schmidt went into a flying rage and brutally stabbed his wife and eight year old daughter twenty times each. afterwards, he took his own life.

we have updates that there was a single survivor.

his stepdaughter, nylah jang.

X. it has been ten years. she’s fucked and killed her way to the top, manipulating everyone around her until she’s filthy rich and swimming in luxury. chaos has unfurled from deep within, taking root as a deep and vile disease. the daughter of chaos has long been rotting from the inside out.

she’s traveled the world, leaving a wake of sin and utter wickedness ━ and she can’t get enough.

nylah has just been reaching the peak of boredom, until she finds a particularly interesting new victim friend. in a state of panic and desperation, the boy quickly calls himself a son of aphrodite. nylah pauses in curiosity; a demigod? she’s heard of the myths, but tossed them away as frivolous fairy tales.

another prod of the sniveling boy’s brain confirms the truth; a whole island full of….immortals and half-immortals alike. for the first time in a very long time, nylah finds herself excited. fresh meat.

and perhaps a way to get herself truly enlightened.

LOOK TO YOUR KINGDOMS

I AM COMING FOR THEM ALL

PANTHEON: Egyptian CHILD OF: Set

POWERS:

chaos manipulation : the power to manipulate the chaotic forces of the universe

001. chaos inducement: cause chaos in any scale, from minor disorder, confusion and/or disobedience, up to causing massive storms, destruction, loss of laws and order to cause mass panic, etc.

002. chaos empowerment: become stronger, faster, more durable, etc. by/from chaos

emotion manipulation: the power to manipulate emotions

001. fear: manipulate the fear of people, animals and other creatures, whether by increasing, causing or otherwise channeling fear

002. anxiety: manipulate the anxiety of people, animals and other creatures, whether by increasing, causing or otherwise channeling anxiety

003. insanity: manipulate the insanity of people, animals and other creatures, whether by increasing, causing or otherwise channeling insanity

mental manipulation : the power to manipulate thoughts, mindsets, and upper brain functions of others.

001. this ability is highly limited, and only applies to her before mentioned abilities. she is able to slip into the minds of others to see their deepest fears to manipulate them to her will; though if a mental barrier is too strong, she will not be able to invade the mind. if that is the case, nylah is able to cause and manipulate fear, but isn’t able to see what exactly her victim’s fear is.

002. by slipping into their mind, she is able to whisper certain encouragements amongst other things to toy with her playthings

STRENGTHS:

+ eloquent and charming

+ highly manipulative, she’s able to smoothly exploit and control almost anyone

+ quite the actor, nylah can put on any mask to play whatever game she wants to achieve the end…whatever the means

WEAKNESSES:

- falling into a spiral of insanity that will soon make her lose his grip on reality

- terribly power hungry, which may be her downfall

- an immature child that throws fits whenever things don’t go her way

[pickalilywrites]

Maybe a heart to heart with Gabi and Falco in jail and someone from the Sc (Could be Jean,Eren etc. You choose)

♡ ♡ ♡

Somewhere We Belong

Gabi Braun. Falco Grice. Connie Springer. Canonverse.

1950 words.

Sitting in the cell, she had expected them to be kept in conditions harsher than she was used to on Liberio. After all, she had been accepted on Liberio because of her services as a warrior of Marley despite her tainted blood. It’s something these monsters would never understand. Devils, the lot of them, heartless creatures that killed her friends without a second thought. They should have killed her when they caught her on the airship, but they wanted to make her suffer first. Of course, they’d keep her locked in a dungeon where they could torture her for killing one of them. It only makes sense that these demons would want her to suffer a long, slow death.

But the torture never comes. While she’s locked in a cell, separated by Falco by a stone wall, they never come to poke her with strange instruments or tear out her hair and limbs. No, instead they feed her three meals a day. They give the prisoners a clean change of clothes every other day. The guards don’t talk to them, hardly even look them in the eye, but they give the prisoners more hospitality than they should. In some ways, they treat them better than any Marleyan officer has ever treated them. Gabi can’t understand it at all.

“It’s seafood today,” the soldier says. It’s the same soldier who was on the airship that same fateful day, the one with the closely cut hair and large eyes. He had cried the most on the trip back to Paradis. Gabi had tried to ignore him, but his sobs were too loud. She never knew anyone could cry so much. She thought he would hate them the most, but he acts like everyone else does. He pushes the trays to them, slipping them through the bottom gap of the cell bars. “Neither of you is allergic to shellfish, are you?”

“No,” Falco squeaks from the other side of the wall. She hears him pick up the tray, take a large bite of it, and almost choke because he’s eaten too much at once. “It’s good! What is it?”

The soldier sits down across the wall that separates Falco and Gabi. He smiles at Falco and for a second Gabi is surprised that he looks so human. Kind, even, but she quickly shakes that thought from her mind. They’re nothing but monsters and that’s all they’ll ever be.

“They’re lobster rolls. We caught a whole lot of them the other day and Nikolo – that’s our chef – decided to make these. We had some leftover and I decided to sneak some over for you guys. You’re young, so it’s good if you eat a lot, right?” The man smiles at Falco who continues to eat, enjoying every bite of it. He turns to Gabi, who sits in the corner of her cell, her face turned so that she doesn’t have to look at him or the food he’s brought for her. “You aren’t going to eat, Gabi?”

She balls her hands into tight fists, clenching them to her sides. If she could, she’d punch him in the face, but she knows her arms are far too short to reach him. Instead, she curls up with her knees tucked up under her chin and mumbles, “I don’t want to eat any of your disgusting food. I’m not hungry anyway.”

The man hesitates, wondering whether or not he should try to convince the stubborn child to eat even a bite of it, but Falco says, “Don’t worry about her, Mister Springer. If you leave it there, she’ll eat it as soon as she’s hungry. It always happens.”

Gabi hates that Falco always talks to the guards and soldiers that pass by. He never gives them any information about Liberio, but his civil conversations with them are enough to anger her. He speaks to them so cordially, as if they weren’t the ones who had locked them up in the first place, and never forgets to address them as “Mister” or “Miss.” She’d lash out at him, call him a traitor, but she decides that ignoring him is a more effective punishment because it seems the punishment given by the Paradis Eldians isn’t cruel enough. Still, it’s difficult to keep her mouth shut during moments like this.

The man – or Mister Springer, as Falco calls him – just nods. He stands up, brushing his clothes off, and says, “I’ll leave you two then. I’ll come back later to collect your trays. Alright, Gabi?”

He says her name and not Falco’s because he knows she hates her name being spoken from any of their dirty mouths. Falco might not mind it, but she does. She loathes it. She wishes that they treated her like filth, called her “scum” or “monster,” and threatened to kill her instead of providing her with food and water, speaking with her, and referring to her by her given name. He’s mocking her by calling her name so kindly as if she’s a child.

It’s only then that she speaks because she can’t bear the thought of him coming back with the same kind expression, saying her name with such concern when he returns to find that she hasn’t touched even one of the lobster rolls that he’s left behind for her. She doesn’t just speak. She shouts. She yells. She screams because it’s been so long since she’s spoken to anyone at all and if she screams loud enough, she can break them in the same way they’re trying to break her.

“Shut up!” she screeches. “Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Breathing heavily, she stumbles to the bars of her cells, reaching between them to lunge at the soldier but she collapses against them instead. Splotches of black obscure her vision and her head feels light. She tightens her grip around the steel bars, but she can feel it become loose as she slips to the ground.

“Gabi? Gabi!” she hears Falco call. She wants to tell him to shut up too, but she’s finding it difficult to lift her head.

Arms lift her up, the hands gentle. The same voice she had tried to silence calls to her, keeping her awake. “Gabi, you need to eat more. You’ll pass out if you don’t,” the man says. Reaching down, he offers her a lobster roll. “Come on. You’re still a kid.”

“I am a warrior!” she roars. Gabi smacks his hand away and the food flies out of his hand and onto the floor of her prison cell. For a second, she feels regret. Such rich food had only been available to her during festivals and only then if she was authorized to attend one. To have such extravagant food end up on the ground is a waste.

Falco strains to look over at Gabi. He clings to the metal bars, looking at her with worry and concern just like he always does. “Gabi,” he whispers. “Please just eat it. He’s right, you know.”

“Stop siding with him,” Gabi shouts, glaring. She turns her anger back towards the soldier. Once again, she forces herself to stand and she pretends to be unaffected by the dizziness she feels. “You monsters don’t even know what you’ve done, you don’t even care. I was so close. We were all so close, and you had to come and ruin everything.”

The man shushes a distressed Falco. Taking a moment to look at Gabi carefully, he opens his mouth. “What did we ruin, Gabi?” he asks softly. The way he says her name makes her want to cry. When was the last time anyone had said her name so softly? When the Marleyan officers called her name, they’d bark, following it up with harsh orders about what to do and who to kill. Only her friends and family called her name with such gentleness. Who is this man and who did he think he was to treat her so kindly when she has been nothing but terrible to him?

“If we did what they wanted, they’d finally accept us. They wouldn’t look at us like vermin or pests,” Gabi says. Her voice shakes as she tries to hold back sobs. Tears leak from her eyes and she hastily wipes them away, but she’s overflowing with them. “We would finally have somewhere to belong.”

But once she’s said this out loud – her biggest hope, her biggest dream, what she’s been working for all along – she knows that it could never happen. She could kill all the damned devils in the world and they would always treat her like a monster. She saw it in the disgust in her instructors’ faces, the repulsion in the shopkeepers at the festival stalls when all she and her friends wanted were food and pastries like the other children, and the absolute loathing in the faces of the Marleyan civilians whenever they saw star on the bright red band on her arm that marked her as different. She could do everything they wanted her to and more, and they’d never accept her. She had known that from the beginning and yet she pushed that thought far back into her mind, fooling herself into committing all their sins that they would change their mind. What a foolish girl. She might be a warrior, but she’s still a child.

She looks at the man who still sits across from her, separated by the thick metal bars of her cell. He gazes at her with eyes full of sadness – for her and her broken dreams, for her lost friends, and the friends he had lost as well. There is an unbearable tiredness about him, and Gabi looks at the ground instead.

“I just wanted to belong somewhere,” she mumbles, her voice thick and heavy. She doesn’t remember the last time she cried. Before this, it was after seeing Zofia and Udo’s broken bodies, but were there any times before that? She was too busy being a warrior to cry, too busy being used. “I just wanted somewhere to belong.”

The soldier reaches his hand through the bars, but this time Gabi doesn’t slap it away. His hand settles on the top of her head and sits there, kind and warm. Here she sits in a cold and dark cell, and the kindest touch she has ever received is from a man she considers her enemy. It makes her weep.

“Gabi,” she hears Falco say, desperate to reach her, but the man hushes him once again. She’ll be fine. She just needs time.

He tells her to eat – tells both her and Falco to eat because they might be warriors, but they’re still children that are growing – and leaves. She thinks that even her parents weren’t ever that kind. When they had told her to eat, it was to grow strong so she could be a warrior, not to eat for her own sake. It was always for someone else.

When she looks up to thank him, she sees that he’s already left.

The lobster roll still sits on the floor where she had last left it and Gabi picks it up, dusting it off with her hand. Bringing it to her lips, she takes a bite and is surprised at how the lobster meat melts almost instantaneously in her mouth. It’s sweet, soft, and tender. The bread holding it together is a bit hard, but it’s better than what she’s usually served for lunch on Liberio. It’s the most delicious meal she’s ever eaten, she thinks, but she hates it because it reminds her that this place feels more welcoming than anywhere she’s ever been.

[steverogershurts]

Fic idea: Hydra captures steve with heavy recovery (and lots a stucky)

Warnings! This fic idea contains: mentions of various forms of torture, memory loss, loss of consciousness, sex (it’s consensual), PTSD, and general recovery struggles. If you are not comfortable with any of these things, scroll far, far down .

Steve is captured by hydra on a mission (around late june). Team search and search for him but his tracker is removed (shocked out of use, violently removed, beat until broken idk you choose) so it’s nearly impossible. The base that has him is a nomad base, meaning they are consistent in moving locations every few days or so, also they are extremely diligent and well-informed on new locations where they are less than likely to be found by SHIELD. // meanwhile, the base is using Steve in order to maybe attempt to create and break in a new winter soldier/ wring Steve of critical, top secret, highly classified SHIELD info via multiple types of torture/ a fuck you to America/ test new ‘exotic serums’ made with extraterrestrial materials collected by previous battles on Earth/ because they’re all psychotic shit heads who are unable to part with the past.// Every time avengers get even a hint of a lead on a [possible] new location, base gets word from advanced intel and moves (inside a mountain, underneath an ocean, Chernobyl, in plain sight, etc.). The nomad base seems unstoppable until shield is finally able to track a pattern in their locations _ a final resort strategy that Bucky is nearly unwilling to wait for because of course he wants to get to Steve as soon as humanly possible, but after about a dozen failed attempts around the globe, he reluctantly agrees to. Yeah, there’s a lot of broken!Bucky here _ (this happens sometime in late July- fun fact: that means Bucky probably spent steve’s birthday either huddled under a desk covering his ears at the sounds of Fourth of July aka Steve’s birthday fireworks, or crying/screaming into an empty floor full of the life they *had* together. Or you know, maybe both). in order to counter the base moving to their next location and continue whatever the fuck they’re doing to steve (because shield doesn’t exactly know, but they can guess especially Bucky and Nat), shield has pull at the two locations they have predicted the base to move next, as well as pull at the one they are currently at in order to corner them. shield successfully counters the base’s next moves, but not without a long-winded battle resulting in the escape of various hydra operatives. Steve is rescued (knock yourself out with this one- he’s been tortured in like ways that Bucky was aka electroshock, beatings, stabbings, unchecked serum administrations for unchecked periods of time, malnourishment, and even a few memory wipes). he’s rescued unconscious and Bucky’s feeling a million things but mostly a) utter, overwhelming relief that his soulmate somehow survived a month of personalized hell in the hands of hydra and b) that he’s a fucking mess who can’t even think about what happened in his past knowing it just happened to Steve without throwing up and breaking down in to a puddle of sobs and tears. Doctors tell Bucky the same thing the told Steve all those years ago when Bucky returned: we don’t know if he’ll be okay. They tell him Steve might not wake up, and if he does it will be a damned miracle if he completely remembers the life he and Bucky have spent years building after their respective pasts screwed any chance of them living in their original time. doctors tell Bucky that steve will hurt mentally and because the seeming advancements of hydra technology to overcome even the strongest serums, that memories will come and go and Bucky just can’t believe it because steve has an eidetic memory and fills - or filled - every hole Bucky couldn’t. Doctors tell him that steve will hurt physically, that his body has suffered multiple lacerations, contusions, countless injuries _ some of which cannot be so easily erased by his serum, which has suffered itself_ and that he will ache for days possibly weeks, that the aftermath of the torture he endured is long-lasting (meaning migraines, nausea/sickness, infections, respiratory/circulatory/immune system complications, etc etc etc). They basically tell Bucky Steve won’t be the same person he was. Doctors don’t need to tell Bucky about the nightmares or the panic attacks or the lack of trust steve will most likely experience, because Bucky was there once too, and he can’t bear to imagine Steve where he was because it was so bleak, so horrid, and seemingly impossible even with your soulmate at your side. Steve eventually wakes up and surprise! the doctors were right. he remembers things in waves, doesn’t want to be touched by any hospital staff or friends or Bucky, passes out frequently, is generally scared shitless when he’s not asleep (and even when he is), experiences hourly nausea/headaches/fatigue/weakness/all that fun stuff, frequently forgets his own name or who Bucky is or where he is, and hates hates HATES sleeping or laying on his back so they strap him down because he needs to heal. Though Instead of lashing out and becoming aggressive, Steve falls quiet. Radio silence and all he does is either let tears roll down his face or stare off to an unknown distance. Through Steve’s first week awake, Bucky tries to be there for Steve like Steve was: no touching unless invited to (didn’t happen within the first week), only speak very little at a time and softly, bring food and water no matter what, and always always be there for him, among other things. Steve is extremely reluctant to Bucky’s help at first (he’s extremely reluctant to Bucky in general. Shield figures it was some twisted form of negative reinforcement involving pictures of Bucky’s face and scattered torture methods), but once Bucky establishes many times that he’s safe, that he and Steve are a couple, and that he can be trusted, Steve allows Bucky to talk to him even if there’s no response, feed him and stroke his arm/face/stomach (though he’s specifically wary of Bucky coming anywhere close to his neck for some reason *cough cough Pavlov*). After a few weeks awake, steve starts to talk again. Short phrases mostly to ask for water or to have his restraints loosened or to have Bucky maybe come back in the room again, but it’s a start. Steve starts to sleep more, like really sleep. Without nightmares sometimes, that is. he gets hungrier, wants more company, and even once asked to have the curtains open so the sunshine could come in a little bit. It was four weeks after Steve woke up that he asked for Bucky to come in the hospital bed (no more restraints at that point). Bucky slowly joined steve, relishing in the closeness he hadn’t gotten in months, waiting for him to make the next move. Steve slowly pulled Bucky in closer to him, then latched onto him, Bucky does the same. They sit like that for a moment until Steve starts to sob - hard. Really hard. He cries and cries into Bucky’s chest where he lays in Bucky’s arms. Bucky just holds him tight and weeps right along. He rubs steve’s back and lightly kisses the top of his head (he’s being careful about his intimacy still). Steve cries until he falls asleep, but Bucky continues to silently let the tears slip after the fact because after all this time steve’s in his arms. He’s not whole but he’s alive. And Bucky knows he can recover from this, Bucky knows it because he once did too, and even if he still is, he knows Steve has it in him. The days pass and steve’s color comes back to his cheeks. Weeks pass and the tips of his mouth start to curve when Bucky shows him an old sketchbook or a picture of them off his phone. His voice grows fuller and he starts to regain memories, even if they’re only of what Bucky’s favorite holiday is or what Sam’s favorite breakfast cereal is or what side of the bed he himself sleeps on. There are relapses, though. Where steve returns to silence, can’t remember what’s going on, or just passes out for hours on end. Bucky nearly has heart attacks, but endures. He nourishes steve, watches calming movies with him, crawls into bed with him and holds him tight when the nights and days are rough. After five weeks, Steve’s back at their home and semi-taking care of himself (with Bucky’s consistent monitoring). The hospital advises Bucky to take a step back and let steve care for himself a bit, and Bucky listens. Steve makes grilled cheese sandwiches for himself though they’re always a bit burned, which doesn’t worry Bucky too much because steve was never the cook of the duo. Steve brushes his teeth and combs his hair and changes outfits without aid. He even sometimes pulls out a sketchbook and draws. Bucky breaks down in tears the first time he sees Steve looking up at him, studying Bucky’s features and returning to his sketchbook to copy Bucky’s face onto paper because that’s what steve used to do. Steve’s goes to Bucky when asleep, and Bucky pulls him in, letting steve breath against his chest. Steve still has nightmares, but after continuous visits to his doctor and the reassurance that Bucky will always be there to wake him up, they start to become less common. Steve goes to paint sometimes, he goes for walks in the park and then runs in the park. He watches Bucky doze off and smiles softly at Bucky’s sleepy murmurs when the alarm goes off in the morning, just like before. Steve starts to become himself again as months pass on, so slowly it’s barely even noticeable. And finally, five months after steve wakes up, Bucky and Steve sleep together. It was slow and languid, the opposite of fast. Steve makes the first move and thumbs at Bucky’s jaw. He slowly pushes Bucky against the doorframe and kisses him, deeply. They go to the bed, clothes become piles on the floor. Afterwards they lie in each other’s arms and breath. Steve looks over at Bucky and, for the first time in half a year, Steve smiles. his chin trembles and the mist in his eyes spill over, but he smiles at Bucky and buries his nose in the crook of Bucky’s neck. Bucky holds him there and rubs his neck, and Steve doesn’t even twitch, not even a little bit. He wraps his arms around Bucky’s torso and kisses his cheek, gravitating as close to Bucky as possible. “I love you, Buck.” Steve’s breathing evens out and he’s under. “Till the end of the line, baby.” Bucky kisses the top of Steve’s head and joins steve in sleep eventually. And that’s when Bucky knows: he finally, finally has his Stevie back. For real this time.

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We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

                                Kim Hyojong, who is known by no other name;                                                        a 23 year old son of Set.                                                       He is a bartender at Minx.

FC NAME/GROUP: Kim Hyojong // Pentagon CHARACTER NAME: n/a AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 23 // june 1, 1993 PLACE OF BIRTH: vienna, austria OCCUPATION: bartender @ minx HEIGHT: 174 cm WEIGHT: 60 kg DEFINING FEATURES: pitch black & emotionless eyes, dark under eye circles

PERSONALITY: hello, welcome to the worst person you’ll ever meet, following closely behind his own father. kim hyojong is a lovely young man with a penchant for…dark habits.

detached, cold, emotionless ━ except when he isn’t. silver tongued with equally velvet fingers, the son of chaos has a talent of playing the role of any character to get his victims anyone to bend to his will. mask after mask, he slips them on and off with ease. if you manage to look past the seductive smirk and wandering hands, and find the flicker of pure void…well, sweetheart, you won’t be alive for very long.

just enough to see him tower over you with the only flicker of true joy in those pitch black eyes as he watches you writhe on the floor in terror and pain until you pass out from shock. it’s as if he feeds on the fear. makes him stronger.

he feels no remorse, and doesn’t care to think about it. why should he? everyone is below him. worthless. trash. just play toys for him. hyojong wants everything in the world, and he will do anything to get that. to him, he’s a god. he plays with mortal lives as if they’re nothing, as if the people around only have one purpose: to serve him.

hyojong’s done terrible things; torture, murders of varying styles and i wouldn’t put it past him to force himself on one or two people. a short and very general list of things that he is quite proud of.

personal relationships are nonexistent in his world, simply a waste of his time. anything resemblance of one is either a ploy to get what he wants, or ━ yeah, no, that’s it.

he thinks he is a god. he is a god. he is the one true god. all other gods are weaklings that he could crush in a matter of seconds.

this is a lie. hyojong is spiraling down into insanity that worsens with every second that he uses his powers. he’s dying, and he doesn’t realize it. the son of set is an immature, foolish child that parades behind a facade of confidence and the cool venom of a snake. if a single thing doesn’t go his way, hyojong will throw terrible fits that are not unlike a two year old. he’s exceptionally physically weak, and it’s easy to scare him off.

a wilting and rotten rose hidden in the mottled husk of a snake.

HISTORY: (tw: murder, animal abuse, torture, mentions of rape)

I. a mother weeps as she holds her child for the first time. it is a sob of a despair, drops of bitter salt at the sight of the creature in her arms. it stares at its creator silently.

his name is hyojong, and he is a curse. the ever present reminder of a stroke of black ink across her past.

he does not release a cry, nor does he reach out for his sobbing mother. the infant simply stares.

he knows of his purpose.  

II. the son of chaos is three years old when he makes his first kill. it’s a small, sad pathetic thing that hangs lifeless in his hands. a kitten, he thinks. the incessant sounds it made had irked him to no end, and hyojong found a solution. he does not understand why his mother is screaming. he wishes she would shut up.

III. gabriel schmidt is his name; the man that manage to charm and seduce his way into the bed of hyojong’s mother. in some way, hyojong can understand why his mother is so willing to drop her panties for the first man that gives her any attention. it’s been ten years since the last time she got fucked. ten years since he’s been born.

he hates him.

he hates everything about him.

how dare he insert himself into hyojong’s life? without his permission.

hyojong would have preferred if the man got his dick wet once and walked away without a regret. the loud sobbing of his mother would be a grating sound, but the bitter scent of despair and sadness would be intoxicating. instead, all he could smell was the sickly sweet syrup of love.

the pile of dead animals in the backyard grows larger each week.

IV. he sees the way his mother stares at him.

MISTAKE MISTAKE MISTAKE

hyojong stares back with eyes that speak of chaos and darkness and death. he smiles.

EVIL EVIL EVIL

his mother does not look him in the eye.

V. mina schmidt is her name; the squealing red-faced thing that apparently shares blood with him. hyojong looks at it with disgust, sneering down at the wriggling baby. he doesn’t know why his mother looks at it with such adoration; she’s never looked at him that way.

the next day he writes out his sister’s name on the side of the house in the blood of mutilated birds. love thy family.

hyojong laughs at the screams that erupt from his mother and her husband as they discover the bloody message on their home; he savors the fear that seeps from their souls. the boy finds that it is the most delicious thing he has ever tasted.

he decides that he wants more.

VI. the sight of the girl curled on the floor before him is the greatest he’s ever had the pleasure to lay his eyes on. tears are streaming down her face, expression twisted in agony as she screams out. she’s begging him for mercy, and hyojong simply smiles at her.

lifeless, pitch black eyes suddenly come to life.

he would be lying if the waves of pure terror rolling off the girl didn’t turn him on. the tightness in his pants give it away as he watches her claw at his feet, offering up anything to make him stop. it’s pathetic, how people are willing to give away their dignity in order to save their own skin. besides, hyojong knows that he wouldn’t be able to stop; the swirls of chaos around him have already latched on to the girl and they’ve tasted the first blood. it’s too late.

it’s oh so easy to slip into the depths of her mind and bring out the deepest fears and sins to light. claws prod and poke at her thoughts, suffocating her until all she can breathe, see, and hear is fear.

hyojong twists and squeezes her mind to his will, melting it into putty until finally his grip on her lets go. she’s laying in a puddle of her own piss and tears. he cocks his head to the side, lips curling into a smirk.

❝ do you fear me now? ❞

she vomits and passes out.

and hyojong ━ a realization dawns upon him. he has the power to do what he wants; to terrorize and raze the earth. take and take and take until everything is his, because who can stop him? he is god.

thus begins the fall.

VII. hyojong is eighteen now.

his body count: 12

those were only the ones who weren’t strong enough to make it through the enlightenment. that’s what the son of chaos calls it ━ diving deep into mortal ears and twisting and turning and feeding on their terror until the only thing they wish for is death, and the only person who can give them that sweet mercy is him. until he becomes both their savior and greatest fear.

❝ do you fear me now? ❞

THE ENLIGHTENMENT.

A GOD.

OBEY.

VIII. his family is next. hyojong can barely scrounge up any love for them; it’s a disgusting concept: love.

it’s all too simple.

gabriel, with his mind so easy to mold and play with. he whispers to the man in his sleep, sleek claws sinking into the brain of a pathetic mortal.

KILL KILL KILL

hyojong goes deeper.

MURDER MURDER MURDER

and everything snaps.

IX. BREAKING NEWS ; MAN MURDERS WIFE AND DAUGHTER IN RAGE

this is channel ten with breaking news. police reports have confirmed that forty three year old gabriel schmidt went into a flying rage and brutally stabbed his wife and eight year old daughter twenty times each. afterwards, he took his own life.

we have updates that there was a single survivor.

his stepson, hyojong kim.

X. it has been five years. he’s fucked and killed his way to the top, manipulating everyone around him until he’s filthy rich and swimming in luxury. chaos has unfurled from deep within, taking root as a deep and vile disease. the son of chaos has long been rotting from the inside out, doing as he pleases as a modern god.

he’s traveled the world, leaving a wake of sin and utter wickedness ━ and he can’t get enough.

hyojong has just been reaching the peak of boredom, until he finds a particularly interesting new victim friend. in a state of panic and desperation, the boy quickly calls himself a son of aphrodite. hyojong pauses in curiosity; a demigod? he’s heard of the myths, but tossed them as frivolous fairy tales.

another prod of the sniveling boy’s brain confirms the truth; a whole island full of….immortals and half-immortals alike. for the first time in a very long time, hyojong finds himself excited. fresh meat.

and perhaps a way to get himself truly enlightened.

LOOK TO YOUR KINGDOMS

I AM COMING FOR THEM ALL

PANTHEON: egyptian CHILD OF: set POWERS:

chaos manipulation : the power to manipulate the chaotic forces of the universe

001. chaos inducement: cause chaos in any scale, from minor disorder, confusion and/or disobedience, up to causing massive storms, destruction, loss of laws and order to cause mass panic, etc.

002. chaos empowerment: become stronger, faster, more durable, etc. by/from chaos

emotion manipulation: the power to manipulate emotions

001. fear: manipulate the fear of people, animals and other creatures, whether by increasing, causing or otherwise channeling fear

002. anxiety: manipulate the anxiety of people, animals and other creatures, whether by increasing, causing or otherwise channeling anxiety

003. insanity: manipulate the insanity of people, animals and other creatures, whether by increasing, causing or otherwise channeling insanity

mental manipulation : the power to manipulate thoughts, mindsets, and upper brain functions of others.

001. this ability is highly limited, and only applies to his before mentioned abilities. he is able to slip into the minds of others to see their deepest fears to manipulate them to his will; though if a mental barrier is too strong, he will not be able to invade the mind. if that is the case, hyojong is able to cause and manipulate fear, but isn’t able to see what exactly his victim’s fear is.

002. by slipping into their mind, he is able to whisper certain encouragements amongst other things to toy with his playthings

STRENGTHS: + eloquent and charming + highly manipulative, he’s able to smoothly exploit and control almost anyone + quite the actor, hyojong can put on any mask to play whatever game he wants to achieve the end whatever the means

WEAKNESSES: - falling into a spiral of insanity that will soon make him lose his grip on reality - terribly power hungry, which may be his downfall - an immature child that throws fits whenever things don’t go his way