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bunnirs · 4 years ago

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Scarlet Crossroads

Chapter 5: Trust

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For being one phase, it seemed to carry on forever. Sure, you were a patient person, but that didn’t mean you liked doing nothing for such an extended amount of time.

To be honest, you weren’t just doing ‘nothing’. You were running in the woods, your shoes covered in mud, the cold mist hitting you in the face as you took large steps. You were confident in your tracking abilities, knowing that if you somehow lagged behind, you’d find the group quickly. (Not that it would ever happen though.)

That’s why you didn’t hesitate to stick behind with your newfound companions, Leorio and Kurapika, as they trailed behind Gon and Killua.

You must say, their progress was surprising. Neither of them seemed a bit tired, nor worried. It was comforting in a way, their innocence that is. Looking at them could be compared to still water, resting in its permanent tranquility, unbothered by the unforgiveness of the other elements.

You hoped it would forever stay that way, but of course, life is cruel, and so are the people who walk with it. Breaking from your thoughts, you notice that the two pre-teens had wondered ahead, separating themselves from the group, or maybe even someone in particular.

There was no question as to who it was, which made it all the more amusing to you. The magician hadn’t even tried to hide his aura, the lust practically seeping off of him. As to why your brother affiliated with him? That answer remains unknown.

You glance at your comrades, Kurapika and Leorio matching paces, their breathing evening out with each other. As much as the two liked to argue, they sure did match pretty well. It was as if their personalities were made to clash, often butting heads about some small thing that really held no interest to you.

As you listened to the men ahead of you, you almost wanted to scoff. It seems you weren’t the only one pissed off at Hisoka’s advances. The more you glanced at them, the more they stood out to you. They were running in a formation that looked almost thought out, as if they all knew each other. Most likely a gang of some sort.

Whatever the case was, Hisoka got lucky. He’d be able to let loose some of his pent up bloodlust, meaning, he’d maybe calm down for once.

You merely scowled at the thought, knowing that it would never come true. Hisoka didn’t know the definition of calm, well atleast, your definition of it. You knew that these men wouldn’t complete this exam, much less this phase. They wouldn’t even get to go home to whatever families they had, hug their children, wives, whatever they had waiting for them.

But they chose to come here, knowing the consequences behind it. Murder upon contestants was legal, knowing that as long as the examiners were safe, they didn’t care what happened to you. How comforting.

As you watched Hisoka from afar, he seemed to be luring the group into a separate direction, and as much as you’d like to follow him, you had to stick with Leorio and Kurapika.

Minutes felt like hours, and to your dismay, the fog only grew. If it weren’t for your background, you might have fallen for the tricks used by the creatures of Swindlers Swamp.

Speaking of which, it was pathetic watching these men subject to the noises around them. They gave in to their fear, letting their feet guide them to something even greater.

You stopped as soon as Kurapika and Leorio began to slow their pace, almost like they were out of breath.

“What’s up?” You questioned, your feet digging into the mud below you. “Something wrong?”

Leorio cried out in shock, pointing ahead of him. “Of course somethings wrong?! Where’d the other contestants go?!”

Kurapika was wide eyed, watching as something began to move closer.

Your eyes widened, your arm reaching behind you to grab something from your bag when suddenly someone walked past you. They looked to be in a daze, the contestant clearly confused.

As soon as he got close enough to the object, he disappeared with a yelp, causing Kurapika to jump backwards.

It seems you hadn’t been careful enough, and led them right into a trap. Hopefully, by saving everyone’s asses, you could make it up to them.

With that in mind, you rushed forward, shoving the two men behind you just as the ground tore apart.

Large portions of earth were kicked towards you, your arms crossing as you braced for impact. Before they could touch you, you appeared in the air, landing gracefully on your feet, away from the destruction.

Before you stood a Noggin Lugging Tortoise, a monster who used food shaped spikes on their back to lure prey towards it. It was smart, but due to its size, it wouldn’t be fast enough to keep up with you.

You looked back towards Kurapika and Leorio, the other contestants running away from the large monster. How pathetic, but at least they knew they couldn’t win this fight.

You ran to join the duo, standing back to back with them, your eyes tracing the air around you. From what you could tell, three of the monsters had circled around you, all preparing to crush their jaws down on your tiny, fragile, human bodies.

Before they could do that, you rushed forward, pulling a long metal staff from out of your bag. It’s sharp edges gave off a harsh glare from whatever light was exposed, making it look all the more deadly.

It crackled with energy, the engravings turning a deep red, glowing with what seemed to be the power of its owner.

You sprung upwards, the edge of the staff making contact with the brittle skin of the beast, immediately piercing through it. It let out a shriek, trying to shake you off, but it was of no use.

The area you had punctured turned a deep purple, almost as if it was completely out of blood.

That’s when you pulled back, jumping down from your suspended position, your staff spinning in the air as it made it back to your hand.

The large monster fell to the ground, its eyes drooping to a close. It shook the ground as it made contact, almost comparable to that of an earthquake.

You whipped your head around as you heard the shouts of Leorio, who had gotten caught in the mouth of another beast, wood being his savior as it prevented the jaw from closing.

That’s when Kurapika jumped into the air, his wooden blades piercing the monster's eyes, his eyes filled with nothing but worry for his friend.

That’s when you noticed a difference between the two of you. He did it to save his friend, while you, did it to strengthen the trust they held for you. He did it out of selflessness, while you did it for your own confirmation.

You scowled, the staff shrinking in your hand as you stepped forward, catching Leorio as he dropped to the ground, his weight almost taking you off guard.

Kurapika shouted a quick “Let’s go”, before sprinting further into the fog, knowing you’d be close behind.

As you quickly followed his example, you glanced down at Leorio, who seemed to have experienced whiplash. “You alright there, tough guy?”

He blushed at the current predicament, somehow forgetting the large monster that was growling from behind him. “Y-yeah! Of course I’m fine! You can’t really expect that to stop me, can you?!” He huffed, flailing his arms, almost hitting you in the face. “And can you put me down?! A woman isn’t supposed to be holding a man like this, it’ll give someone the wrong idea!”

“Like what? I saved your ass?” You question, your eyes narrowing. “Cause it’s true.” You paused, looking behind you at where the monster used to be. “That fall would have broken a tailbone, which could interfere with the performance of the exam.”

“Well, I didn’t! So, I guess what I’m supposed to say is, thank you! But seriously, put me down!” Leorio complained, sounding almost like a child.

“Alright fine.” You rolled your eyes, dropping him on the ground, his rear making contact with the wet ground. His head shot up at you, a strong glare on his face. “What? You said to put you down.” You smiled, glancing at Kurapika, who seemed to mirror your expression.

“Not like that-“ he groaned, sitting up to wipe off his pants. “Just- whatever! I don’t care! Let’s just go before we really get behind!”

“Right, like we aren’t already.” You muttered, starting to match paces with Kurapika, your eyes trying to read his features.

Kurapika’s own eyes met your gaze, his orbs widening a bit when he noticed you were staring. He bashfully looked forward again, his teeth baring down on eachother.

“Also, are you gonna explain the weird stuff you did back there?! I kinda wanna know who I’m traveling with! You haven’t said a word about yourself, and you expect us to trust you?!” Leorio had caught up, looking at your bag, almost like he was going to rip it from straps that kept it close to your back.

“Leorio, she doesn’t have to say anything if she isn’t interested, not everyone is nosy like you.” Kurapika mumbled. “She saved you from that fall, you should be thankful and leave it at that.”

You chuckled softly, a genuine grin on your face as the boys argued over you. “It’s quite alright actually.” You spoke, your voice clear as day, almost as if water had been released from their ears. “I don’t mind sharing some things.”

“Great! Now, I’ve got a few questions.” Leorio pondered, his eyes trailing your body, a cheeky smile on his lips. “What’s your-“

Before he could finish his sentence, your hand collided with his mouth, clamming it shut.

Ahead of you stood a clearing, Hisoka and the group from before standing in front of each other, a wicked smile on the magician's face.

Shit.

TYSM FOR READING CHAPTER FIVE BABES!!! THIS IS WHERE WE STARTING GETTING INTO IT!!! IM NOT THE BEST WHEN IT COMES TO FIGHTING SCENES, SO I HOPE THIS WENT WELL?? IM HOPING SCARLET CROSSROADS WILL HELP ME GET GOOD AT ACTION SCENES HAHAH!

ANYWAY, THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING SO CONSIDERATE LAST WEEK! I was seriously going through something AND I don’t think It would’ve ended well if It weren't for the HUGE AMOUNT of support I got from you!!! I love you all so much, so please, take my love. If you ever need anything, send me a dm or an ask, I’ll answer it in a heartbeat.

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birdofprey1234 · 5 years ago

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THIS IS SUCH A GOOD ASK AAAAA!!!!! ILY AND TY!! Also hold onto your hat because IM BOUT TO GO OFF ON A DAMMMNN TANGENT!!! Hands down my fave character design/costume is the Colonel’s (pretty sure this is a surprise to no one). The costume is so fucking good bc it literally tells you everything you need to know about the Colonel JUST by looking at him, which is an actual thing in character design for animation etc.

The safari hunter uniform: I thought he looked like a safari hunter the instant I saw him and i didn't even know wtf they looked like, so good design. Also they draw parallels in-dialogue to the guy from Jumanji which is smart bc I’m pretty sure that’s a lot of peoples only idea of what a safari hunter is. It’s also a very outdated looking uniform in general, and gives us the indication that this is not present day. The badges: immediately indicate he has some sort of army affiliation/is some sort of soldier The glasses: Round spectacles w all the little spyglass lenses on the side, they serve 3 purposes; they’re an older style and no one rlly wears em anymore, they give him a sort of nutty-professor look, and they also give something to hide his eyes THE HAT: !!!! OH MY GOD THE HAT!!!!! PIECE-DE-RESISTANCE!!! It is an old thing no one wears anymore, it brings us back to the safari-hunter aesthetic, but ALSO the hat fits so low on his head and is big enough that it casts a constant shadow over his eyeline/face in almost every shot he's in. This, paired with the glasses, really obscures his face in shadows, which is PERFECT because someones eyes/expression are a good indicator of what they’re thinking, and a big part of the Colonel as a character is him having unclear intentions, he is framed as very suspicious The scarf: It gives us a bit more of that hiding-his-body/neck (Most of his body is covered in clothing actually, which adds to the sort of “mysterious” element) but also, red in colour theory = passion, drama, strength, anger, general extreme emotions, which the colonel has all of in bulk (also linked to romance/sexuality/lust AHEMHEMHM-) Also, it's just good colour theory because the whole outfit is sort of drab beige's and browns and then BAM! splash of red under his neck which subtly draws your attention toward his face The mustache: obviously he has it because he is the precursor the Warfstache, but it also serves the purpose of obscuring more of his face/expression, its a bit of an outdated facial-hair style, and it accentuates the scruff which makes him look all around a little grubby and unkempt. Another big part of his character is being pretty rough around the edges, “eccentric” as Damien puts it. THEN, the entire design has STORY ELEMENT USE! Throughout all of WKM, as I’ve said, the Colonel is framed as very suspicious. He’s a loose cannon who does a pretty bad job at making himself look redeemable, and seems to hate Actor more than anybody else. Throughout the story his entire get-up is on, save for 2 instances. The first being in the party scene in WKM part 1, We see his face tottaly un-obscured, gun pointed to his own head. We don’t know much about the Colonel’s character but like, but there is a lot of speculation that he’s not exactly the happiest person in the world, so this may be alluding to that? Though, his eyes are still closed and he is probably uproariously drunk and sort of lost his inhibitions, so... take this how you will.

The second and more meaningful time is at the end, when the DA wakes up, not exactly KNOWING what’s going on, but knowing that Actor has had some shit to do with what happened. Then, we see the colonel:

No more hat, no more big body-covering jacket, his face is un-obscured and we can finally see his eyes clearly. Also he has his pants and signature splash of red in the suspenders (which the snaps are also more outdated-looking) so it doesn’t look completely unlike him. The scene continues, and in it, the viewer figures out that the Colonel DIDN’T have anything to do with the murder, and in fact has just had a few extremely traumatic events happen to him while being (almost) an innocent bystander. Also, if the viewer picks up on the parallels between his under-clothes and Warfstache’s outfit (he looks more like Warfstache than in any other scene here) they may realize as well that he IS Warfstache. So basically, as SOON as the viewer understands the Colonel/his intentions and story, his face is un-obscured, and we are able to see him for who he truly is. absolutely ACESSS visual storytelling. GOD that’s good shit.

So...y..yeah I rlly like the colonels design, I rlly rlly love the 1920s aesthetic anyways so that rlly adds to it.

As for who’s most fun to draw I’d say warfstache based on how much I’ve drawn him in proportion to the others’. I’m not really sure why? I love his colour scheme a lot and I think his mannerisms are rlly fun to put into art. Also the mustache is cute and i love drawing it.

#birdsmail #birdtalks #long post cw #wkm colonel #markiplier egos

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gukptune · 6 years ago

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Eccentric [m]

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: cyberpunk!au, cyborg!jungkook, eyepatch!jungkook, courtesan!reader, smut, dom!jk, switch!reader

Warnings: a lot of smut, explicit language, explicit acts, oral, foreplay, slight daddy kink, slight bionic finger stuff, cumplay, creampie, edging, big dick jk

Words: 5.4k

Plot Summary: A certain red haired client buys you for the entire night.

a/n: I was inspired by the new cyberpunk 2077 gameplay reveal, cuz im hyped i wrote this - the whole rebellion thing is a meh, a filler, cuz idk how the night city in the game actually works hahah.

Endeavouring into the cleaning of your room for tonight, you could only put away the decorations and pamper up the sheets. In the house everyone had a room for their routine work, all sound proof and completely bare. They kept it that way so that each person had their own individual style, it was nice, nice enough.

Yours was truly nothing special, kept more simple and graced with large windows. You had landed yourself one of the corner rooms which was completely open, the windows reflecting the night city well. Decorated with darker comforters, pillows and blankets. A lot for just the aesthetic but mostly for comfort, something for you to hold onto when you wanted.

You worked at Black Rain Bath House, merely a cover for the sex work that happened every single day. The people who work here are called, Courtesans, mainly because everyone here costs a whole lot. Apart from the sex dolls, bots, of course. Though in this world it was hard for anyone to really stay fully natural, most get modifications― for appearance sake or the perks of having tech in them, like heightened agility, eyesight or just wanting metal parts.

You were one of the rare ones here, nothing done, mainly because they seemed pointless to you.

As you had arranged your room well enough for your liking you hear someone step into your room, “You’ve got one tonight, 10 pm.”

The head mistress came into your room with a device, she handed it to you as you stared at her with confusion.

“Only one?” Usually you started work around 8 pm and kept going all night, the least was at least 3 and the most, well, you weren’t even going to mention it.

She chuckles as she nods, “Hmm, he seems diligent on being your only for the night. Words gone around that a fully fleshed girl knows how to treat any man.”

She smirked watching as you sighed, “Wow, I guess I’m pretty popular.”

“Natural girls are hard to find even here, we’ve got a mere handful and you’re the best of them,” She explained, leaning on the side of your door, “Even I dare say, my pussy is definitely not natural― years of this kind of job, it’s synthetic.”

Not that it was bad to enhance yourself with modern technology, it was just that it was extremely popular. A few years back, courtesans with synthetic bodies or even androids were extremely popular but now that it was so popular and mainstream, everyone seemed to go backwards and want the original just plain ole human again.

“Funny how the world changes,” You said, spinning the spherical device around in your hand.

“Well, let’s just say, human men still like the fake shit but those androids or cyborgs love humans,” She shrugged, “At least we both get some.”

She then pushes herself off and begins to leave, turning around to take a look at you. You watched as she pointed to the device, “Read up on this one, he’s a real big one and not just in that way.”

“Have fun,” She struts away before you could respond, her high heels and formal attire leaving your sight. Even though, this was technically a brothel you dressed extremely formal just like bath house employees would, merely ripping all the formality off as soon as you step into the room.

Humming as you motioned for the door to shut. Walking back to sit on your bed, pondering in your thoughts. Rubbing your thumb against the plate on the sphere, watching as information about your client beamed up.

Jeon Jungkook

Age: 21

Race: Human (Previously), Cyborg (Currently)

Enhancements: Right arm (Metal), left eye (Computerised), knee and joint replacements (Metal), Organ replacements (Synthetic)―

Gosh, you can’t even comprehend, most of these are quite serious and seemed as if they were for medical reasons and that wasn’t even all of it. This made you think of what this boy had gone through to have to had so much done, remembering what Mistress said you blinked, Big...

What could she mean by that in a non-sexual way. As you scrolled through his information about birthplace, education and what not you looked at his affiliations.

It was as if your heart stopped beating at the text you read. He was not just anyone big, he was one of the most influential. He lead an Anti-Governmental gang that fought against the laws against weapons and technology. Things like the ban on manufacturing their own without government supervision, it needed to be owned by someone on the board. Laws against testing and creating new technology that would pose to be a threat against government issued technology. Of course it was stupid, mostly the laws were governed in the upper ring, but not here. The night city still infested with crime and illegal activity, the free city.

It was to say the least that you had known him, you’ve seen him before, he was powerful― it was strange to think that he had specifically requested you. Making you feel like you needed to really prove that you were what they say you were.

Feeling strange about your bedding arrangement now, you shivered nervously with the thought of him being in near in a few hours. Maybe you should consider decorating better now.

9:52 pm

The red digital number blinked angrily at you. Dressed in a new outfit you had just bought you sat on one of the loveseat awaiting the arrival of a certain client. Nervously, biting on your lip as you fumbled with the clip on your thigh high socks. Your toes wiggling, barefoot, as there was no need to really wear shoes in your own room.

The client comes to your room in your establishment, he had a number and himself. He’d knock and you’d answer. At this point, you truly didn’t know why you were so nervous, how were you suppose to open the door now.

9:56 pm

Your eyes never leaving the numbers as it slowly got closer to ten. Groaning as you leaned against the cushion on your seat, pulling it out from behind you wrapping it in your arms as your chin rested against it.

9:58 pm

Fuck. You felt like you needed to pee, was it real or just your head. Keeping your head faced towards the clock you kept peering by the side of your eye at the door, awaiting the heavy knock.

9:59 pm

One minute, a chill shot down your legs. Pursing your lips as you tried to look in the mirror at yourself. Wondering if you looked good enough, jeez, you sure did but the nerves was not something you could push away. The feeling of butterflies in your stomach wasn’t the good kind but the gross anxious one.

10:00 pm

It as time, turning towards the door. You watched. But nothing happened, breathing a sigh of relief.

10:03 pm

He must’ve been late. If it was any other client, you’d cancel and find another one. He was paying a high price for you and you weren’t going to be able to just cancel on him for being a few minutes late, you wondered if he even cared about being on time.

Petting the soft cushion on your lap, your legs crossed you nearly forgot about what you were suppose to do, until a heavy knock echoed in your room. As normal, whenever a client knocked the lights would dim, you watched as the door opened and there stood the man.

You could smell him from where you were, your breath hitched at the sight of his glorious self. He wore a suit, without the blazer, it was folded on his arm― a dark red dress shirt clings to his muscular body, the silk shirt left nearly nothing hidden. His hair seemed wet, brushed up, his forehead exposed― even wet you could see the tint of colour in his hair that the blue light in your room shadows.

His eyes were centred on you, eyebrows raised at you, you noticed the eyepatch he wore― he must’ve not finished his eye replacement, though that made him look even more dangerous, in a good way. At first you were confused, then realising that the cushion you had was covering you entirely, pushing it aside quickly as you stood and walked towards him.

“Sorry, I was just waiting on you,” You said, smiling at him. He breathed, taking you in. You looked up at him through your lashes, reaching out asking for his blazer.

He lets out a chuckle before letting you take it, “Sorry about that. I had a long meeting and the world decides to curse me and rain.”

That explained his wet hair and clingy shirt. You took the blazer gently as you motioned for him to come in. The door closing at that. You hurried to put his blazer on the dresser, hopefully it would dry.

You watched as he strode towards the bed. The bed was facing the door entirely, the headboard non-existant as it was a mere bed with a view of the city as the head board, on it’s left was also a floor to ceiling window.

“Nice room,” He said.

“Thanks, most of them look like this― you know without the windows,” You replied, watching his back flex as he turns.

“I wouldn’t know,” He said, eyes trailing down your body, “Never been here before,” oh, well that’s just great, his first experience with the House was going to be you, that’s just fantastic.

“Glad to be your first,” You trailed, getting up close to him. As you stepped closer to him, he stood proud and big watching your every step with lustful eyes, “Hmm, you sure? You seem tense.”

He teased you, of course he did. Not paying mind to it, you ignore it. Reaching his large body, getting a smell of his aroma. Hands placed on his plump chest, you pushed him down on the bed. He smirked, watching as you straddled his sitting frame.

Arms lacing themselves behind him, your lower body grinding against his― feeling the budge of his cock brush against the thin red lace that barely covered you. His large hands grasping the back of your thigh as his fingers ran over the clips of the thigh highs, both of his hands felt the same―must’ve been some expensive prosthetics, “These are pretty hot, though they’d be better off.”

Feeling a pinch and the snap as it fell off, you peered down at him as his attention was fully at your thighs that were spilling out of your socks.

“Hmm, wouldn’t it all be better off?” You asked, pouting your lips. Feeling his hands stop at the other thigh.

“You’re naughty, is this what you humans are like?” He asked, with amusement. Not hiding the fact that his boner was dying to push out of his pants as it rubbed against your clit. He was huge to say the least and that was one of the only real parts of him. The heat radiating him practically making you melt under his touch.

You shrugged, “Aren’t you human?”

“Sort of,” He shrugs before tugging on your socks to get them off. Rare, usually the clients enjoyed keeping them on. You stepped back onto the ground, on your tip toes as his thick hot hands grasped the bands and pulled them both down in one pull, stepping out of them before giving him a light twirl.

Seeing his smile enlarge satisfied you, his hands immediately went to brush against the bare skin of your thighs. You stood in front of him as he pulled you against him. Spreading your thighs so you’d straddle him as you were standing, feeling his hands molded the skin as you felt heat twitching at your centre.

Letting out a gasp at his hand that slipped between your thighs, zoning into your centre, swallowing as you placed your hand on his thick shoulders―holding on to keep yourself upright. His hand wasn’t as hot, your eyebrow twitching trying to get use of the feeling.

“Not used to prosthetics?” He murmured as his finger brushed against your most sensitive bundle. Biting your lip at the sensation.

You shook your head quickly, letting a smirk slip, “I am. Just not you.”

His eyebrows jumped as the corner of his lip curved, his hands leave it’s original place and rub itself up towards your waist, stopping as it reached the small pinch. Squeezing the lace covered bodysuit, trying to get a feeling of the skin beneath it.

One of his hands slipped down and grabbed your ass, groping as he lifted you up, pulling you into him, back to your previous position. His breath now hot against your neck, as his lips were merely a few inches away.

He swallowed, you watched his adam’s apple bop as the veins on his neck thicken. His tongue slid across his lips as he eyed the exposed skin of your neck, his hand still tight on your bottom.

He hissed as he felt your slick wetting your underwear, “Why don’t I get you accustomed then.”

It wasn’t a question, more like an order― his voice raspy, out of breath and deep, the volume echoing into your spine. Getting aroused by the mere sound of his voice, though his touch was nothing to look pass either.

Knocking the wind out of you as he spins you over, pinning you down on the dark blanket. At the corner of your eye you watched as pillows bounced off the bed due to the sheer force. Your mouth gaping at the sight of him above you, breathing heavily as the hair on his head fell across his forehead slightly, he looked fucked out before you even began.

He had his thick muscular thighs pushing against yours spreading them apart, as he did this you heard a gush of arousal push out. Eyes widening in embarrassment but he didn’t seem to care, he seemed to have liked that. Gliding his warm hand that was on your waist up towards the zipper in front of your chest.

Hearing him slip a groan as the zipper was being pulled down, more and more of your cleavage being revealed to him. As it stopped at your hips he slipped his hands against your bare stomach, pushing the lace back, exposing your entire chest to him.

He bit his lip at the sight before a hand grazed one, making you whine at the sensation, “A whiner? Fuck, would you whimper for me?” He moaned at your voice.

It was hot, you felt hot― things were heated, “I’ll do anything you ask.” You whimpered, smiling as your eyes twinkled at his expression. He was pleased, a grin plastered on his face.

“Good,” He breathed, taking a nipple in his mouth. Twirling the nub with his hot, wet tongue― you arched your back letting a moan out. Your hand grasping underneath his arm, scratching against his back, feeling the muscle flex against your nails.

“Argh, how are you’re so hot,” You froze, shit, what did you just say. Guessing that he was confused, you looked scared. Pausing as your face burned red, “I’m sorry.”

He cocks his head, “Why’re you sorry?”

As if he was in disbelief, as if he didn’t understand what you were saying. In the House you weren’t really suppose to speak out of terms, as in you sound only response to your client. Though, you did let it slip every now and then, usually the clients never notice.

“I’m not suppose to―”

“Speak? Seriously?” He chuckles, pulling himself up, his bulge now placed perfectly at your entrance as he leaned on his forearms which were on the sides of your face. He stared down at you, one of his hands cupping your face, “I asked for you because I heard you speak out of ‘terms’, speak all you want baby girl. You got me hard just with that look on your face and fuck I’m leaking from the tone of your voice.”

“But―”

“Aah, no buts, I want to hear all of it,” His lips captured yours in a hot wet kiss, his lips were red from sucking on you before. Your moans were incased in the kiss, arching yourself into him as his hand slipped under your head to pull on your hair. He tasted like mints, must’ve been from the meeting but god he tasted hot, his tongue snaking around yours. He held onto your face, leaving your jaw open and your lips red and swollen.

“So hot, so fucking, hot,” He placed an open mouth kiss on your open lips and practically tongue fucking your mouth. Making you whimper at the rough feeling, feeling hot in your core― aching down there.

Yours hands running over his front, feeling the sculpted abdomen, whining at the feeling of it being clothed. Your eyebrows dropping as your lips pout at him, tucking on the shirt.

He chuckles with a deep breath, pulling away on his knees, “You’re needy, huh?” he began unbuttoning the top of his shirt, seeing more and more skin your smile grew bigger, biting your lips as you watched his bulge near your face. Resting on your elbows, one of your hands brushed against his cock, causing it to twitch.

He lets out a strangled groan, huffing at you. His hands shaking trying to button, what seemed like a million buttons. You felt kind of good teasing him, “Please―”

You palmed the protruding cock, blinking at him, hoping he’d hurry.

“If you want a taste, you’re going to need to take me out, baby,” Oh, so he wanted you to do it. Fine, you took that as a suck me off cue and unbuttoned him. Pulling down the zipper as you watched him slip the shirt off.

Halting in your tracks at the sight, licking your lips, he took notice of your change of attention, “Like what you see?” He teased.

Taking your hand and placing it on his hardened stomach, his thick veiny hands gripped your smaller one tightly as he used your heat to rub himself. Nodding at his question you pushed off the bed into a sitting position, lips immediately on his hip― sucking on the protruding angle.

“Ah, argh, fuck,” He groaned, you watched as his only visible eye closing at the feeling. You wanted to please him so bad, he looked so good― all your hesitation and fear left at the fucking door.

Pulling his pants and underwear down quickly, taking him by surprise, before he could even say anything you had your hand on the base of his cock. It was huge, being compact and strained inside his tight pants you watched as it strung up to hit his belly button.

He gaped at sensation of a pair of warm hands rubbing on the base of his sensitive dick. His hands rubbing your head through your hair, pulling you in slightly.

“You want me to suck you off?” You tested.

He hummed in response, pulling you in even more. But you kept yourself in the same place, wanting to test him even more.

“Do you? Do you really?” You breathed, your breath blowing against his red, leaking cock. Teasing him as you did.

He seemed to not be very patient as that pretty much ripped him off his nice boy look, his eyes hair and lips set in a firm line― realising that you weren’t just a simple little submissive one but definitely a switch, though he wasn’t going to be having none of the latter. His hand now holding onto your jaw tightly, you stared into his eye― paying more attention to the eyepatch. God, he looked so hot with it.

“Be a good girl and suck me off, okay,” He growled, patting your cheek. You pout at this, feeling his dick throb against your palm as you stayed still.

He realised you weren’t going to do anything from that command, letting out an amused chuckle he bent down towards your face, “Difficult aren’t you? Don’t be a brat, come on―”

“―be a good baby girl and suck daddy’s cock, princess,” He placed a kiss on your forehead. Grinning as you got him to reveal his not so sly kink.

Enough of testing the air, you had your tongue out and licked the tip of the head. Tasting the salty precum, pursing your lips as you pushed his dick to the side. Placing a kiss on the base of his cock, tongue feeling the area before licking the side from base to tip, he choked out a moan at the feeling. Tightening his grasp on your hair, he must’ve liked that. Completely taking the tip in between your lips now.

Feeling the veins that throbbed through his length encased around your lips as he held onto your hair tightly, feeling himself getting so close he began fucking your throat. Gagging and whining at the roughness of his thrusts, you peered up to watch him, blinking as you saw him looking right at you. He choked out a moan as his thrusting jittered and stopped, watching as he quickly pulled himself out― pushing your head back, hearing a lewd pop of your lips, “Fuck, don’t look at me like that when your throat is filled with my cock, baby girl. I nearly came, fuck.”

Pushing you onto your back, he had everything off of you in a split second. Must’ve been that close cum call. Breathing heavily as he pushed your thighs up, placing himself between them. You watched him, his hot, wet― from your sucking, cock dangling it’s glorious self between his thick thighs before they disappeared into the sheets as his body flattened against it.

Completely distracted by his lower half, you didn’t notice his hot breath against your core. Taking you by surprise, a wet and hot lick flattening against your clenching hole, gasping as you felt his tongue exploring you. His hands holding onto your thighs, tightly spreading them apart as one slid itself up to hold your hips down. Completely held down and unable to move your hips against his tongue, he slowed the pace on purpose, hearing the displeased whimper that left your pouty lips he smirked against you as his tongue flicked your sensitive nub, sending a huge jolt of sensation up your spine.

“We’re going to have to prepare your tight little pussy for this huge cock, princess,” He grunts, pushing his thighs underneath your own. Bringing his cock into view again, seeing it twitch and leak at the sight of your clenching saliva wetted hole.

His hand feeling down your cleavage, stomach, naval and stopping right before it hit your most needy spot, whining and thrusting your now free hip at him. He lets out a breathy chuckle before slipping his finger inside you, clenching at the thrust. He gaped, cocking his head, “Only one and already, whimpering? Fuck.”

His other hand squeezing your bottom as the pinky brushed against another hole, letting out a sharp breath you realised reacting like so was a mistake, seeing the arched eyebrow plastered on his face and his curved lip. As if he didn’t know he brushed another finger there.

“Aren’t you full of surprises?” Leaving the finger already thrusted, knuckle deep into your pussy he teased the ring on your bum, feeling the hole clenching hard by the mere brush peaking his interest, “As much as I personally like this, you’d cum way too fast from this― we’ll keep this hole shut til next time.”

Leaving your other hole lonely and tight, he began thrusting again now with another finger. You couldn’t help but reach down to grab onto his wrist, feeling how hard his hand was and how fast he was going. He watched you with his body now leaning over you, hand flat by the side of your face. You could feel his throbbing dick rubbing against the inside of your thigh.

Moaning breathlessly at his pace, you felt it. You high racing up, you body tensing and clenching, he hummed at the tightness and began rubbing his thumb against your clit. A large gasp left your lips, holding onto his shoulder as your eyes shut and eyebrows squeezed together at the simulation, breathing out curses and moans you left gushes of cum pouring out of your.

“Fuck―uh―keep going, fuck!” there it was, already looking completely fucked out and coming undone infront of him. His eyes were watching his fingers disappearing inside you, biting his own lip as he felt it all.

He grinned at the cum all over his hand, “Great job.”

Taking that cum and rubbing it onto his length, pulling on it― getting himself ready as if he wasn’t hard as a fucking rock already. Pulling away from you, letting your arms drop down against the comforter. He pulled his pants off completely, alongside with his underwear. Nearly cumming again from the sight of his sculpted body, fully nude in front of you.

“We’re not done yet, ready to go again?” He murmurs as he was paying a whole lot of attention to your swollen pussy.

“Of course I’m ready,” You breathed, you were so ready to feel that thick cock inside of you.

Chuckling, and letting out a low response he got to it. Placing your thighs on the sides of his waist, pulling you down to meet his hips. Pulling on his soaked cock he lined it against your already clenched whole, from the mere sight and though of him inside.

Rubbing the head up and down the slit, avoiding your clit, he pushed his hips forward feeling the head slip in a bit before pulling out and doing the same thing, “Stop teasing me.”

You whined, pouting at him. His lips curved, “You’re going to need to stop clenching then, it’s never going to go in like this.”

Rolling your eyes, settling onto your elbows you breathed slowly trying your best to stop clenching before he’s even inside, letting out a deep breath Jungkook began pushing in again but now not stopping once the head in nearly all the way in. Gasping at the feeling of fullness you held onto his forearms, squeezing, reassuring him to go on.

Thrusting up fully, and roughly, bottoming out against you. You let out a pitched gasp as he groaned, head dropping onto your shoulder. Letting you set yourself, you squeezed his arm again― he nodded against your shoulder, placing a wet open mouthed kiss against it before pulling out nearly all the way and thrusting. Your body shaking at every thrust, he held your waist to keep you in place. Dropping your head back moaning, he took the chance to suck on your neck drowning out his own moans.

Your legs wrapped around him, keeping him close you could feel him going faster, he must’ve been close. Beads of sweat rolling down him, you let out a loud whimper, “I’m close.”

“Yea? Fuck, I am too.” He looks up at you. Taking the opportunity of both being close, you wrapped your hands around his cheeks keeping his face up looking at you.

Your eyes opening and closing to his thrusting, moaning for him to see, watching his dark eye glazing over your lips. Your hand brushing against the string of the patch, Jungkook took your expression and reached his hand up to pull it off. His eyes both narrowing into you, you felt as if this was extremely thoughtful― seemed like an extremely big gesture to reveal something he was hiding from everyone.

Taking his lips you wet your tongue against his, sucking and pulling. Moaning into his mouth as your high came again, this one inside your core. His own choked breath you felt through his lips, pulling away you gasped.

“Come on then, cum for me,” He said.

His voice was enough to trigger your entire body to shiver, feeling the tinge and spike at your core. His thick cock holding that clenching making the sensation so much more heightened. Letting yourself go completely, visibly shaking in his arms. Eyes shutting and feeling it all.

He raced for his high not long after, using your high to help himself. Within a single loud groan you felt him fill you up completely. He was completely bottomed out inside you feeling your clenching and his throbbing cock inside you, both your cum filling you up.

As you both caught your breaths and came down from your high, he gently pulled out watching as the cum spilled out. What a sight. He rubs your thighs sensually before getting up.

Relaxing against your tower of pillows you stretched, feeling the cracks in your back and relief of the sounds. Watching Jungkook as he wondered around your room, “What are you doing?”

He perked up, turning to you. His body showing off his plump ass and softening cock, “Uh, towels?”

You let out a laugh before pointing towards the dresser where his blazer was, he nods and moves towards it, pulling out the first towel he sees. Getting back on the bed, his knees digging into the duvet, his weight completely shifting you. Holding onto his arm as he bounced around. He breathed an apology for being so rough, for jumping on the bed like that, you shook your head not really caring about it.

He wiped away the leftovers of your passionate fucking. Tossing the towel away as he captured your lips again. His tongue poking at your lips wanting entry.

“Baby girl, don’t be like that,” He pouts, looking much cuter now without the eyepatch. You chuckled at his pouting, a finger brushing over the red hair covering his eye. Purple and blue neon lights, reflecting against his eye. He swallowed, watching as you stared at the eye he kept hidden before.

“I don’t understand why you hide it,” You muttered, poking at the puffy bags under his eye instead of paying much attention to the eye.

He smiled, genuinely, “I don’t either, people think I have prosthetics in them,” shrugging before continuing, “I don’t, it’s just the colour― it kinda bothers me.”

Humming as you looked at it, the bottom half seemed normal, just brown like the other yet the top part was blue with specs of gray, “Did something bad happen to it?”

He shook his head, brushing your hair over your shoulder― placing another kiss on it, right at where he left a mark, “Something like that, it’s weird, huh?”

“Weird? No, it’s probably the most normal thing about you,” You replied, watching as he gave you a confused look.

Continuing on, as it seemed he needed the explanation, “You changed your body so much, from organic body parts that you lost into bionic parts instead of living with it. Whilst with this eye, you could’ve easily gotten it removed and changed even with organic parts yet you kept it. In a way, keeping the memory of it becoming that way, living with it. You tell me you’re not human, but you are. Being human is being able to adapt and live with whatever happens with you, even if you’ve had other things done, you kept something that everyone can see.”

An impressed huff left his lips, he grinned as he met your eyes again, “And yet during your ‘job’ they tell you to keep your mouth shut.”

“They’re just scared of how smart you are, how human you are, aren’t they?” He brushed his fingers against your jaw.

Blinking at him, letting your lips curve, “Maybe, though I don’t usually talk this much to anyone.”

“I guess I’m special,” He replies. Chuckling you hit his shoulder, he pretended that it hurt and rubs it, before his expression changes.

“So,” He flexes his back and straightens up, “Would you consider going outside with me?”

Furrowing your eyebrows as you looked out into the night, “What do you mean? I don’t think I can do that―”

“I think you can, I have you for the entire night.”

Watching him hop out the bed and throw his clothes back on in effort to make you agree, sighing at it knowing that leaving this room with this man would forever change you, it would change your life― whether it be for the better or worse, nothing was stopping you from taking the risk.

“Alright.”

c. 2018

#jungkook #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook smut #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenario #bts #bts smut #bts scenario #bts imagine #bts jungkook #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic

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alexandervbarrett · 5 years ago

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&&. word has it ( alexander barrett ) was just spotted around the city. ( he ) is a ( 35 ) year old affiliated with ( the irish mafia ). it’s been said that ( he ) resembles ( jamie dornan ). ( he ) has been said to be ( ambitious & determined ) but also quite ( short-tempered & cunning ). ( he ) is currently serving as ( the irish mafia boss ).

— ❝ fine. make me your villain.❞

( hi there, kiwi here! this is the official intro for my mafia overlord, alexander barrett; i’m excited to bring him here and finally get the chance to interact with all of the wonderful and diverse characters that the diamond ring has to offer already! please let me know if you’d like to plot; i’m available through both the group’s discord and tumblr ims! )

— In the heart of the Bronx, a boy was born to a starry-eyed single mother who wanted her son to be better than the world he’d entered into.

Financial instability and strife reigned over young Alexander Barrett’s life; poverty and crushing responsibilities became the weight he was forced to bear. Never truly exposed to anything but life in the projects, Alex spent most of his younger childhood years roughing around with some of the neighborhood kids and dreaming of a day when they’d all make it in the big leagues; some of his friends aspired to excel in sports, while others prayed to God that they could keep their asses in school long enough to earn degrees and get solid jobs in the more middle-class areas of the Bronx or even, God willing, another one of New York City’s heavily-populated, compact boroughs. But Alexander, with a mother who was barely able to scrape up enough money to get by for the two of them in their closet of an apartment with two weekday jobs and an additional one on the weekend, knew that getting out of the city and onto making a decent income was less than realistic. And, despite the drastic decrease in crime in the Bronx over the course of the last few decades, the world continued to spit on the boy from the Bronx with a hardened heart and a battered soul. And so young Alexander, pessimistic about the world around him, stumbled into a life of crime and mischief from a young age. As soon as he was old enough to understand what poverty meant and how hard his mother–his beautiful, caring mother, Genevieve��worked to provide for him, Alexander decided to help her out as best as he could. Genevieve was an Irish immigrant, and expenses, such as healthcare, as she tirelessly worked to try and obtain her American citizenship, were hard to come by. So, when Alex was too young to get a job, he’d shoplift clothes from secondhand clothing shops and would tell his mother that some of the older boys at school had traded him for it in exchange for some help on their homework; he’d snatch food from local grocery stores and would scatter it throughout their kitchen, praying to God his mom didn’t catch on. And the minute he was old enough to legally obtain a job of his own, Alex started working for one of the local car garages. First as a mechanic’s assistant, and then, finally, helping out with the cars themselves. But still, his lust for power and security–for stealing what he believed was owed to him and his mother–grew with age, and by the time he was sixteen, Alex was eaten up with the urge to control the world around him. So he hung out with kids on the wrong side of the tracks; began to make a name for himself on the streets. He made an effort not to terrorize people, but took what he thought he deserved. He was just, but stern; he was understanding, but not forgiving. And, most importantly, he’d caught the eye of some older boys who had graduated from high school already; boys who had an in with the Irish Mafia. And they wanted Alex for their own. Because while Alexander’s deadbeat, no-good father had deserted him and his mother the minute he found out Genevieve was pregnant, he had passed on his Irish temperament, his mannerisms, and–much to Alexander’s dismay–his thick head of brown curls to his only son. So without his mother knowing, Alexander plunged into a life of crime. He took up with lower members of the Irish mafia, working his way up the ladder and putting school–and his other responsibilities–on the backburner. He was raking in more cash than he ever had before, and even more so, he was making a name of himself. His mother was proud of him for all the wrong reasons; she thought her son had gained a promotion at work and was working long and tireless hours in the hopes of helping them and saving up for an education for himself. Alex, who still worshiped and adored his mother, couldn’t bear to break her heart by telling her the truth. For a long while, he told himself that things were best this way; that it was easiest and safest for Genevieve Barrett if she didn’t know who (or, more specifically, what) her only son had become. He lied, cheated, and gambled his way out of everything. He was a smooth talker, a charmer, ruthless, and ambitious as hell. He quickly surpassed in rank all of the friends he’d made in the mafia, proving that he was indispensable and invaluable to their organization. Genevieve began to notice a change in her son–one that worried her–but by the time she had decided to approach him about it, it was too late. Alexander was in too deep…and the thrill he got from working with the mafia was too large to even entertain the idea of quitting or walking away now. Besides, he knew too much; far too much.

With great power came great responsibility, Genevieve Barrett would have said, and the words ricocheted through Alexander’s skull like a restless bullet the day his mother died. A balmy spring evening, with promises whispering through the trees, rustling their branches and whistling through the busy city streets, Genevieve Barrett’s carpet became stained with the thick, syrupy taint of her blood. Her corpse was a message, her blood the price of a feud between the Irish and Italian mobs gone awry. Genevieve’s death was a message made for Alexander Barrett, the up and coming prodigy of Mob Boss Ronan Flanagan. And while her death should have cowed and evoked fear into Alexander’s heart, it served to fuel him with a rage unlike anything he had ever known before.

He would find them, the men who had taken his mother’s life from her, and he would kill them. He’d kill them all. Hellbent and on a path of cruelty and revenge, by the time Alexander had entered his mid-twenties (and been involved in the mafia for roughly a decade), he’d made quite a name of himself. Old man Flanagan, the Mob Boss himself, had taken a very special interest in the Barrett boy and, having no rightful heirs of himself, named Alexander the heir to his kingdom and fortune. And when Ronan Flanagan passed away of old age by the time Alex was in his late twenties, the Bronx Prince became the head of the Bronx-organized Irish Mob. He took over with great ferocity, making sure that his assets were protected. He’s created an empire for himself and made a name out of “poor little bastard” Alexander Barrett. And he’ll be damned if anyone ever forgets that.

In an effort to reign supreme and address feuds with the other mafia lords, the Irish Mafia took the Russian mob princess, one Tatiana Valentina, and claimed her for themselves. She had been meant to serve as a bargaining chip--as ransom for the Irish Mafia to hold leverage over the Russians--but soon, Tatiana became so much more. She became more than just a pawn in his game, and as Alex grew closer to the Russian heiress, he found himself falling into a tangled web of romance, seduction, and political drama. As Alex and Tatiana grew accustomed to their bond and their relationship, the Russians decided to retaliate, stealing Tatiana back in the dead of night. And now, without his self-proclaimed mate sharing his throne, Alex is ready to raise hell.

The Russians and the Italians have stolen from him. And it’s time the Reaper comes to collect.

#tdrintro #the bronx prince: ( bio )#kidnapping tw #murder tw

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tialasnow · 6 years ago

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Interview With Tiala Snowdancer

Name ➔ “Tiala Snowdancer, though most people just call me Tia.”

Are you single?➔ “As of recently I’m not. Thalin ( @wildname ) and I finally decided it was about time to stop pretending we aren’t together.” She giggled to herself.

Are you angry?➔ “I rarely ever do get angry, not worth letting the whispers slip back in.”

Are your parents still married?➔ “They were together up until the moment of their deaths.”

NINE FACTS

Birth Place ➔ “My sister and I were born in our families spire, In the mountain south of Eversong.”

Hair Color ➔ “Light blonde like the majority of my people.“

Eye color ➔ “A rich blue, though that tends to be subject to change when I use magic.”

Birthday ➔ “January Twentieth, I’m almost one hundred and twenty seven.”

Mood ➔ “Antsy, I wish I could do more, though it’s nice to be able to lighten the spirits of those serving.”

Gender ➔ “Female... though sometimes I can’t stand being thought of as feminine.”

Summer or Winter ➔ “It’s difficult to decide. Winter has a romantic peace about it, though I prefer the summer because honestly... I hate sleeves.”

Morning or Afternoon ➔ “I’ve always been a morning person. People tend to find it strange but it’s just the best time to get things done.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

Are you in love? ➔ Tiala chuckled her head shaking as she thought. “No, as much as I like Thalin love is something that I’m not sure I’ll be ready for for a long time.”

Do you believe in love at first sight? ➔ “I do. When I first saw Tayla I just had that feeling.“

Who ended your last relationship? ➔ “I did. I have... reservations towards dating men, Thalin has so far proven to be an exception. ”

Have you ever broken someone’s heart? ➔ “I have, I still remember the look on her face when I was sentenced to exile. Pure betrayal.”

Are you afraid of commitments? ➔ “I can be. It’s just how I am. My last major commitment was destroyed by my affiliation with the void. I’m terrified that I could do that again.”

Have you hugged someone within the past week? ➔ “Thalin is a big fan of hugs, so yes, several times.”

Have you ever had a secret admirer? ➔ “Not that I know of actually. If there has been I’ve been completely oblivious to it.“

Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “When I gained my memories of Tay back I was shattered. Whatever the whispers had convinced me was real had ruined everything I had.”

SIX CHOICES

Love or Lust ➔ “Surprisingly I’m a romantic. I would rather be in love with someone than to just be with them physically. Though I will say lusting after the person you love is a great experience.”

Lemonade or iced tea ➔ “I’m actually a fan of sour things, so I would say lemonade.”

Cats or Dogs? ➔ “Cats I would say.”

A few best friends or many regular friends? ➔“I would rather keep a few close to me than have many people I just know.”

Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ "A night in. My career is watching people have wild nights, I much prefer the comfort of a single person.”

Day or Night ➔ “I’m a night person. Walks alone through the city are relaxing... when I don’t get mugged.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

Been caught sneaking out ➔ “Constantly, I would sneak out all the time from my families home. I ended up getting on the bad side of the woman who would always escort me back. Though it isn’t my fault she was really muscular and pinned me against things.”

Fallen down/up stairs ➔ Tiala giggled “More than I would care to admit.”

Wanting something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔“No, nothing good comes from feeling that way, only more pain.”

Wanted to disappear ➔ “The joy of being able to slip through the void is that I can disappear. It’s happened on a few occasions were I left somewhere I wasn’t comfortable.”

FOUR PREFERENCES

Smile or eyes ➔ “Eyes, a piercing gaze just makes me melt inside.”

Shorter or taller ➔ "I like being pinned to things more than I care to admit. I guess either taller or the same height as me is my preference, though my fiancee was shorter than I am.”

Intelligence or attraction ➔ “Intelligence, and there’s much more to it than just being book smart. It’s being able to hold a conversation with someone. It’s hearing their views and being able to see yourself in their shoes.”

Hook-up or relationship ➔ "Relationship, hook-ups are nice for lonely nights and to do something regrettable but nothing compares to being with someone.”

Do you and your family get along? ➔ "My sister and I are still in contact. We’ve made up after what had happened. Unfortunately we are the only two left and both of us vowed we would be the last of the Snowdancer’s”

FAMILY

Do you consider all of your friends good friends? ➔ “Yes, those I keep close to me I keep very close.”

Would you say you have a “messed up life”? ➔ “Not anymore. I used too, I was one of those hooded figures in the back of the bar complaining about her bad past. But now I’m happy, I’m helping as much as I can.”

Who is your best friend? ➔ “My best friends would be Thalin and Allie, though it’s been a while since I’ve seen Allie.” She shrugs “Without them I wouldn’t be the same person I am today. They are the reason I keep fighting.”

Who knows everything about you ➔ “Nobody.” She said flatly “The one person who knew the real me will never see me again. Even those closest to me don’t know who I actually am.”

Tagged by: @roses-and-arrows @alliesweetsong-wra

Tagging: @draenei-tales @adeline-wra @ranger-swiftwind

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thjungwon-blog · 6 years ago

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hi!! i’m clo (she/her) from the gmt+8 squad, and i apologise for being late! anyway, here’s seo jungwon, mischief, from the kim pack and i’m super excited to have him here. if u ever want to plot with him or want him to stir up some trouble somewhere, pls hit me up in my im! here are some links!: bio, profile.

talk tag details below.

1. what is your name?: clo

2. who will you be playing and what’s their skeleton?: seo jungwon, mischief, from the kim pack

3. a quote that you see your character living by?: “create wings out of fire. burn holes through the nets they cast upon you.”

4. how does your character feel about the news of kim sukwon getting in bed with bae hyesu?: jungwon is amused. it’s the kind of drama that entertains him, an event whose repercussions has already proven to be interesting to watch unfold in its cause and effect, a giant ripple. and to be honest, he’s not surprised. this is merely the way of the powerful and the influential. they do as they please and have more skeletons in their closets than they know to do with. it’s all a matter of which laundry is being aired and how sorry they pretend to be about it. ultimately, as long as he doesn’t go back to being the bottom of the so-called food chain as part of the kim pack, he’s not personally invested in it.

5. how about the yongs?: he’s neutral about them, though he does see them as being too flashy and glamorous, too reminiscent of how his ex-family behaves and he doesn’t particularly like that association/affiliation.

6. what’s your favorite food?: chicken!

7. your ultimate bias?: lee taemin and kim jongin

8. anything you would like to see happen in the lands of aglaia?: everything. conflict, love, lust, powerplay, drama, betrayal, shades of grey, complicated relationships.

9. and cue details about your lil baby?:

he was raised as a servant despite being the legitimate youngest son of an it mogul because of his status as a beta, because they were ashamed of him. did a lot of the work for the company but was never given credit.

was expelled from the family when he sold company secrets because he hated his family. eventually joined the kim pack because he asked, because he had something more strategic to contribute if the kim pack were meant to be the brains.

observed a lot of rich people at rich people parties where he learnt to play tricks on them: tricks like uncovering affairs, illegitimate children, treachery. playing with whether he would expose them, to who, who he would potentially pretend to blackmail. later on he would move on to starting affairs.

considers himself an outsider. not quite on the side of anyone. but he skews more towards the rich because although he wasn’t treated very well growing up, he was still raised in a relatively opulent environment.

probably isn’t as loyal to the kim pack as he should be. not that he’s betraying them, he’s merely neutral, on the fence.

has probably dabbled in everything once because he’s just so curious and hasn’t really found anything that could gain his attention for long. could starting knitting one day, and then be fencing the next. could be trying to hack someone one moment and then playing the guitar next. never really sticks to one particular thing.

one thing he does love to do is to watch the stars at night. if it’s a cloudless night, he’ll smoke and pretends the smoke are clouds. if it’s a starless night, he’ll light sparklers.

as long as you don’t disparage him for being a beta, he won’t particularly bother you. because he hates that the most. but you can disparage him for his personality, hahah. he’ll still bother you but he’d be more playful about it.

#ooc.#intro.#th;intro

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kindsickness · 7 years ago

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Gimme Nakajima Yuto(oh yes, i need more), Fujita Nana(and make her connected to one of my existent Jurinas.), Im JinAh, Yamamoto Sayaka(because Sayanee is life) and Morimoto Shintaro(i miss this bitch. ;;)

LONG POST AHEAD~

It’s not particularly well written because I’m a little sick, but I hope you’ll enjoy it anyways ;/////;

Name: Wakeshima Kensui.Age: 27Sign: TaurusAffiliation: n/aBiography:

Kensui has always been what you might call your typical, normal, fairly popular guy. He was always part of a fair group of friends, thanks to his open and friendly character, always a good yet not excellent student, he was, in general, your pretty average guy. It all changed once university separated him and his friends because of his choice of studying to become a screenwriter, and inevitably he drifted a little apart from them. It was a new start for him, a fresh start, but it doesn’t matter how many good people he met during his uni years and even later, when he started to work… sometimes nostalgia of those old, good times strikes again.

Headcanons:

Has been really good friend with Takeshi ever since elementary school, and even if they have now really different lives, they’re still in touch.

Even tho he loves is job as a whole, one of his favorite parts is taking parts at panels during conventions and meeting fans, even if sometimes they don’t recognize him.

At the very beginning of his career a picture of him became viral, and he became famous as the “ikemen screenwriter”. It didn’t help his career much, but still felt good.

Name: Sakurada ErenaAge: 18Sign: LibraAffiliation: n/aBiography:

Erena always had a bit of melancholia, in her character. It’s not like she has never been happy -she is, most of the times-… but ever since she was a child, there’s always been a hint of sadness in her eyes. It’s not like her life ever had something to be sad about, she lived a perfectly normal and satisfying life… but it almost seemed like and older spirit lived within her, without her even knowing about it. Is right that sadness in her eyes that made her famous, tho. When she was about 6, 7 years old, completely by chance, a woman working for a discography house saw her while she was out shopping for vegetables with her mother, and got struck by that sadness. Immediately she asked Erena’s mother if she could take a picture of that peculiar child, and in less than a month her eyes were on the cover of albums sold all over Japan. She has been chosen to appear in the music video of that year’s most famous band, as main character of it. Since then, she’s been known for it even if growing up she decided not to become a full time model, nor actress, but to aspire to a more normal life as a student and, in future, hopefully, a doctor.

Headcanons:

Every once in a while she still gets work proposals from model agencies, but she almost always declined them. Only twice in the last 8 years she accepted: to take part of a charity campaign, and for the first TV commercial of her best friend’s family restaurant, since they couldn’t afford any professional actor to star in it.

Holds a personal grudge against Katsumi for breaking the heart of the girl she was in a one-sided love with. Even tho they now attend the same school, and even take the same train home sometimes, she can’t even look at the other’s face without getting angry.

Name

: Ju Sungji

Age

: 24

Sign

: Taurus

Affiliation

: n/a

Biography

Sungji has always been undeniably beautiful, with her exotic look and calm attire. She always struggled to really understand others, maybe because her good looks made people always behave differently than from others. Girls were envious of her, boys lusted over them, no matter how much she turned them down. This lead to be rather cold-looking, but she really has a warm heart and a thoughtful mind.

Headcanons:

Character from the mahwa What does the fox say? I totally didn’t use her to make you go read it I swear

She now works as a office worker in a vdeogames production.

Falling in love for her team manager, she realized the reason she never has been interested in the thousand of guys who tried to hit on her: she likes girls.

Name: Ishida KurumiAge: 23

Sign: Gemini

Affiliation: n/a

Biography:

Even tho Kurumi lives a normal life, and from outside she looks just like any other 23-years-old who just moved to Tokyo alone, she is much more than that. Ever since she was born, she knew things. All sort of things, she just knew them. Even tho she spent her whole high school years trying to understand the cause of this, she never found something. Was she linked to some powerful entity? Was she in contact with the afterworld? Was Kurumi herself not human? She never found an answer to her questions. She just knows that, now, she knows two people living in Tokyo have to meet, and fall in love. It’s their destiny, and if that fate remains unmet… it will be trouble, big trouble. The only problem? She knows nothing of them: no name, no address, no age. Only their faces, and that they live in Tokyo.

Headcanons:

She once tried not to follow this kind of instincts she have, and the consequences were awful.

Because of her power she often ends up doing weird things, things that seems illogical to normal people, which made her be known as “the weirdo” in her hometown.

She’s really really attached to her munchkin cat, Sir Ian McKitten, and she kept him with her when she moved to Tokyo. He’s for sure not the smartest cat, but she loves him deeply.

Name: Asakura RyosukeAge: 26Sign: LeoAffiliation: n/aBiography:

Former yankee, Ryosuke is now a young and energetic middle school teacher. His dream is to become a great teacher, and help his students bring out the best of themselves, aspire them to live their lives at the fullest and enjoy them. He himself used to keep a lifestyle that, on the long run, would have given him nothing but troubles and door closed right on his face, chances missed because of stupid behaviors. Right as his old homeroom teacher helped him make his life satisfactory, he wants to help others.

Headcanons:

Decided to teach in a middle school after meeting the daughter of her mom’s best friend. She was clearly affected by the chuunibyou, also called “2nd year middle school syndrome”.

He still looks like a yankee, so it was really hard for him at first to find a school open to hire him.

Says to be engaged to keep her young students to develop crushes on him. It would make him majorly uncomfortable to have girls that young trying to flirt with him.

#;ooc #nakamatsuyama

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❝ IM JAEBUM is a TWENTY FOUR year old DRUG DEALER with NO AFFILIATION who goes by the name DEFSOUL ❞

⇀ birth name: im jaebum

⇀ fc choice: im jaebum

⇀ canon: n/a

⇀ alias: defsoul

⇀ age: 24 korean years old

⇀ group: unaffiliated

⇀ occupation: drug dealer, former weapons dealer

⇀ sexual orientation: heterosexual

⇀ languages: korean, english, japanese

⇀ height / weight: 179 cm / 63 kg

⇀ defining features: two small moles top of his left eyebrow, a scar on his left side from a bullet, numerous ear cartilage piercings

⇀ personality:

hazy; or more hazily lost. jaebum has lost his sense of identity, really. it’s completely his fault, and he knows it; it’s unbearable, and he can feel it, feel the self-harming chemicals of his drugs coursing through his veins like artificial adrenaline while simultaneously putting him to a deep lull, feel it clouding his judgement and vision and making the world hazier, hazier, hazier. feel it transform him into somebody he’s not, but what can he do if this is his only form of escape from himself? helpless and hopeless are what he feels—he wants to pull himself out of this deleterious blackhole that he’s moulded himself and learn what it’s like to be healed, but he can’t, and he doesn’t know why. maybe it’s simply beyond his capabilities. maybe he’s sinned too much that the heavens won’t let him. maybe he’s just afraid.

or maybe it’s the fact that he’s slowly beginning to accept that he will never be able to become a better person. jaebum wants to become a better person, he really does, but he finds it impossible to do on his own. maybe he needs someone to help pull him out.

despite his somewhat unapproachable, cold appearance, jaebum is actually an absolute tsundere—although he will rarely admit it. a tough cookie that is actually soft on the inside, he really just craves someone’s touch and care and is a lonely soul. jaebum thinks of himself as heinous to other people, so he purposely tries his best to be gruff and scare the other person off, but often times, he gives in—if the other sticks around long enough. he notices the little things and remembers them, especially due to his photographic memory.

jaebum is, in actuality, an extremely caring, thoughtful, and pure person. he loathes involving himself in anything related to violence that could end up hurting someone else; he finds blood absolutely repulsive. though he won’t get sick simply by looking at it, blood will definitely turn his mood sour and metallic and arouse unwanted memories. he finds beauty in the smallest, most insignificant things, like a curious child: little flakes of snow falling from a gray Pyeonghwa sky, a single blinking streetlight on a quiet, dusky street, a sun’s ray bouncing off of his windowpane, a surface of clear, gleaming glass. philanthropic, he is moved by things that hurt his heart: a child crying over a dropped ice cream cone, a stray cat mewling near a dumpster, even a person dropping dead for the night in front of his house, covered in cuts and bruises. jaebum unconditionally, unequivocally has the potential to be good, to become that better person he lusts to be; all he needs is a little nudge, a little warm fire to get him melting.

⇀ personality tl;dr: warm, ingenuous, vigilant, sentimental, ambivalent

⇀ history:

he had been the most famous, most sought out weapons dealer in the city; of course, until that accident happened. his mind a weapons inventory—quite literally, because he has perfect photographic memory—there was no type of weapon that he didn’t have or didn’t know. though he strictly stayed unaffiliated, not one to ever invest in pesky situations, he helped out a multitude of organizations, as long as he got paid. his connections reached the entirety of the span of east asia and he earned as much money as a large company’s ceo, shaping up quite a fortune for himself. god, the wicked feeling of holding a finely tuned gun in his hand, testing out the balance, the perfect, glinting tint of its nuzzle; the way his dexterous hands slid down the beautiful blade and curve of a knife, its rare steel imported from sweden; the low whistle of a stun dart as it is shot, its tail feathers slicing the air. jaebum found a queer yet dangerously addictive thrill in his job, to imagine how his babies, his beauties would be used: to imagine it was gruesome and inhumane but compellingly sweet. that was, of course, until that accident happened, until it smashed what was little left of his motivation to work for himself to pieces. until it took away the brightest star of his life, until it snuffed the light out.

jaebum had made many mistakes in his life, but his biggest one to date, he knew, was letting himself love someone. and only after she was gone did he realize that she had been his most fatal weakness. his love had been fire; blisteringly hot passion, a bright blaze, flaring up quickly and going out too fast, just too fast. he still remembers that night as clear as day, fuck his photographic memory. it had been a night as every other regular night, with him working to seal a deal with an organization, when the opposing organization burst in to ambush the other. it had simply been a night when his luck had run out, when it had turned into absolute crap as he witnessed her, the one person he had opened himself up to, get shot in the chest by one of his own children. bang. one. bang. two.

a silent scream, lactic acid burning in his thighs as he sprinted toward her, a face struck with fear for the first time. a bullet grazing his side but not feeling a thing. going deaf, only hearing the thud as she fell to the floor, her breaths exhaling in ragged gasps, blood spurting from the two holes in her chest, blood spurting from her mouth. physically feeling the life bleed out of her.

even to this day, he remembers that night clearly, too clearly.

sometimes, when he looks at his own hands, he thinks he can see the red stained on them, feel the hot pulsing of blood and heart against his palms. he thinks he can see his guilt and sins smeared over the calloused skin.

after that night, he swore to never take on that job again; and he lost himself in the world of drugs as a desperate attempt to evade his grief and guilt, but most importantly, photographic memory. his true cruel, eternal curse.

#cl; welcome #im jaebum #krp

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