#kolte

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kolt drawy

[fullmetaleditor]

Shit I never posted this here u go

[linusbenjamin]

Grimm 1.13 | Three Coins in a Fuchsbau

[jojaydoodles]

I finally managed to finish this page TT_TT I'm (sort-of) back. I'm turning off memberships becasue I got so slow with my art posting schedule, but I'm still drawing, so you can always support me and follow me for more content - if you're watching-paint-dry-level patient. ko-fi // redbubble

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Voltober 31. Oubliette - Fallen Part 14

Author's notes: I hope I'm not sliding into Ivan/Gale/Alpha-2 being completely brainwashed too fast, but ah well. I think it's a decent pace and it's been surprisingly fun! I can't wait for Kolt to see him again.

Challenge Masterlist - Part 30

Fallen Masterlist - Part 13

Content: living weapon whumpee, lady scientist whumper, creepy whumper, intimate whumper, brainwashed, mentions of torture

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Forgotten | Brainwashed | Suppressed Memories

Alpha-2 was obedient. He was quick to follow orders and he was loyal.

Well, loyal to Dr. LeAnne. He was not emotionless. He would still kill Dr. Anderson the moment the option became available to him. The man had not gone back on his word, dragging Alpha-2 out of bed every other night to play with him for hours, using different syringes full of unknown chemicals to elicit pains that brought Alpha-2 right to the edge of his sanity before using vials that brought on such pleasure it pushed him to the other end of the scale.

Still, he had persevered, and he had not broken. It had been pretty easy. All he had to do was imagine Dr. LeAnne’s gentle hands and her promise that she would let him kill Dr. Anderson when the time came. He could wait. He was patient.

Now, Dr. LeAnne stood with him, smiling to herself. She was clearly pleased, and that caused any tension in Alpha-2’s mind to relax. If she was happy, he was happy. If she was happy, he would be rewarded. He loved making her happy.

“You have made it through your training very well, my dear,” she said warmly. “I am so proud of you. Are you ready for your last test?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he replied, almost eagerly. Usually, emotion of any kind in his tone was not appreciated, but she grinned eagerly herself. That was why she was the superior master to Dr. Anderson. She understood him and loved him, and that was all it took to make him want to give her the world.

“Good. Now, how have you been feeling? I know that the first part of training was hard on you. Has that confusion caused you any additional problems?”

He gave his head a firm shake. “No, Ma’am.” And that was true. What was there to be confused about? His job was to obey Dr. LeAnne. Everything else came second to whatever she wanted, whatever he had been before she had taken the reigns of his life. He was grateful to her for that, too. He used to be so confused all of the time, he was fairly certain. Always second guessing himself and the decisions he could no longer remember. This was so much easier. And it was made all the better because she knew exactly what he wanted in return. He could see it in her eyes when she looked at Dr. Anderson, reaffirming the promise to him that the scientist would die horribly at his hands.

“Good,” she chirped. “Let us begin.”

She turned to face him, holding out her tablet for him to look at. There was a face there that was familiar to him from his training. “Phoenix, leader of the Dragon Gang. Enemy.”

“Good,” she cooed.

She swiped to the next picture.

“Lynx, second hand to Phoenix. Below is pictured his team. All enemies.”

“Good. Would you capture them alive, or dead?”

“Whatever my handler desires.”

Dr. LeAnne cooed. “They grow up so fast,” she commented to a guard who rolled his eyes at her antics.

She paused, giving Alpha-2 a stern look. “I want you to tell me the first thing that comes to mind when you see this next image, understand?”

Alpha-2 nodded and she lifted her tablet again.

On the screen was a man with black and grey hair, a stern set to his mouth and eyes.

“Familiar,” he said automatically, then flinched, remembering the on and off nights of pain at Dr. Anderson’s hands.

Dr. LeAnne tilted her head. “He should be. He is your number 1 enemy. Why did you flinch like that, darling?”

Daringly, Alpha-2 glanced around to see if Dr. Anderson was anywhere nearby. “Previously, a handler did not appreciate that specific answer in regards to something else and punished this weapon. This weapon apologizes. It will not happen again.”

A displeased frown settled on Dr. LeAnne’s lips, churning up fear in Alpha-2’s stomach. “A handler? Not me, certainly. Dr. Anderson?”

Alpha-2 swallowed. “This weapon was told not to discuss Dr. Anderson’s night time activities when it comes to this weapon.” There was a small swell of victory in his stomach. Holding to the promise Dr. Anderson had forced out of him, but clearly outlining that something had been wrong. He had been trying to find a way to let Dr. LeAnne know something was going on for two weeks now.

“Tell me, Alpha-2,” she said, seething, “What the other handler has been doing. This is a direct order.”

“Ma’am, Dr. Anderson has been disrupting this weapon’s sleep to take him to test drugs and torture mechanics on,” Alpha-2 said with relish. “He has been mistreating this weapon. This weapon was unable to tell you due to direct demands, ma’am.”

Maybe the second ma’am wasn’t necessary, but Dr. LeAnne liked it when he deferred to her at every possible moment.

He could hear her back teeth grinding as she hissed, “Drugs!? TORTURE!? What kind of drugs?”

“As far as this weapon can guess, everything as was deemed safe. Everything from extreme pleasure to extreme pain. Truth serums, venom, large quantities of pure healing elixirs, and everything in between. If this weapon is allowed to say so, it has been extremely unpleasant.”

Dr. LeAnne was literally stomping around, she was so angry. The guards tensing up as they worried she would be taking her vast anger out on them.

She finally came to a stop, her eyes glittering with malice. “Alpha-2. Come with me to the ready room.”

He simply nodded and followed. As the guards followed too, she turned and held up a finger. “Ah, not you. You will go on leave for a week, and if what has been said here today gets back to Dr. Anderson, I will unleash my pet here on you, hmmm? Understand?”

The guards nodded quickly and turned to leave silently.

In the ready room, Dr. LeAnne sat on the table and gestured for him to sit in the chair in front of her.

He did so eagerly, waiting patiently until she put her hands in his hair and pulled his head into her lap, stroking his lengthening curls and rubbing little circles into his neck. “You’re a very good weapon,” she crooned. “My weapon, and this has gone on long enough, I think. I am so sorry he hurts you, my dearest one. So so sorry.”

He hummed softly, something she graciously allowed as her fingers dipped down to his shoulders, rubbing the muscles there. Each touch felt like a firework going off under his skin, reminding him that she had been the only one to ever touch him kindly.

There was a vague feeling that that wasn’t quite true, but it was chased away by her breath on his ear as she bent down to whisper to him.

“The next time you see Dr. Anderson, I want you to pretend to break. Pretend to be his. Get him alone somehow. And kill him. Kill him however you see fit. Let me know if you need anything to enjoy yourself as you do it. I will cover it all up for you, my sweet toy. My good weapon. My beloved dog.”

She tugged at one of his curls and his breathing hitched. He loved that she decided to grow his hair out. He loved how it felt when she played with it and took care of it.

“This weapon will need keys. To the shackles,” he breathed.

“It is done,” she replied. “Will you need any implements to exact your revenge.”

“No. He will supply them.”

“Good. I will work out the details for covering all of this up. Do it at night, when he pulls you out of your room, alright? That will give me time to plant some interesting things for the higher ups to look at when they come looking into why their favorite lab boy has died.”

Alpha-2 shivered as she kissed the shell of his ear before she sat up again, pushing him off of her lap and back into the chair.

He sat up straight, attentive as she pulled out her tablet, the face of that strange man still on it.

“Back to this, my weapon. This is your enemy. You are training so hard now to face him. He will be your first truly difficult mission. We will work up to him, but it will be your job to capture him alive and mostly unharmed. A very difficult task.”

He nodded firmly. Difficult indeed. He was only just getting started in his true physical training, but he was learning it was harder keeping a target alive for capture rather than just killing them. He hoped Dr. LeAnne would continue to be gracious as he worked out how to do deliver was she wanted from him in that aspect as well.

“Do you know his name?” she asked, tilting her head curiously.

“This weapon does not, ma’am.”

“This is the super villain Kolt. His blood it what we have been using to make you better. Stronger. But we only have so much stored, so we need him back so we can finish forging you into the perfect weapon.”

“May this weapon ask a question?”

“Yes.”

“Was he this weapon’s enemy before…. Before you?”

Dr. LeAnne smiled a smiled that made his heart flutter in his chest. “Yes, dear weapon. He has been you enemy always. He destroyed you. He left you beaten and broken where I found you. And I felt so bad, I had to build you up again, remember?”

There was a faint memory of looking up at her from the ground, a scratchy carpet in his face. That had to be it. He nodded.

“Good. And I will help you remove your enemy and use him to make you stronger. Then you will help me.”

“This weapon would help you either way, ma’am,” he replied freely, and she smiled.

“I know, sweetness, but I want to give and not just take, after all.”

She got a very serious look on her face and leaned forward. “Now, I need you to really listen to me, Alpha-2. Your enemy, Kolt, he will try and tell you that you were friends. He will try and use your memory against you. It had to be removed because it hurt you so bad, understand. And he knows that.”

Alpha-2 nodded seriously. That was incredibly cruel. To try and convince him that they were friends, when Kolt was the reason he could no longer remember. This was all making perfect sense, falling into place like puzzle pieces in his mind.

“You will not speak with him. If you must, simply refuse what he tells you, and ignore him. You may even pretend to be deaf, if you would like. Do not give him any reaction, it’s what he wants. He will say anything to slip you up.”

“This weapon will not listen. This weapon will not fail you,” Alpha-2 said with such conviction, he was almost afraid he would be reprimanded for it.

Still, Dr. LeAnne graciously allowed it and even grinned. “Good. You are my perfect weapon. All we need now is for you to finish your physical training, manifest some powers, and we will rule this world. I will always take care of you, and you me. That is our pact, remember?”

He nodded. “This weapon remembers.”

“Good. Now, we need to finish your little test. I will list things and you will tell me the first thing you remember.”

The rest of the test was easy. She said names that Alpha-2 had no recollection of, and objects that meant nothing to him. The only thing he stumbled on, for some reason, was pickles.

“Chocolate,” he said without thinking. He frowned, realizing what a strange thing that was to say.

Dr. LeAnne didn’t really seem to notice. “Oh, has my weapon been craving chocolate? Don’t worry, my sweet. I will bring you chocolate once you have killed Dr. Anderson for me, alright?”

“Yes, ma’am. This… Your weapon would sincerely enjoy that.”

Dr. LeAnne gasped with delight upon hearing that. “Yes, my weapon! Oh, I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

She leaned forward, cupping a hand to his cheek and kissing him gently on the forehead. He smiled to himself as she leaned back, looking back down at her tablet.

“I believe that is all, my dear. You have done very well for me today. Remember, if you think of anything else you may need to deal with Dr. Anderson, all you have to do is ask.”

“This weapon will keep that in mind, ma’am.”

“Perfect. Take the rest of your day off, Alpha-2. Get some real rest.”

He nodded and stood up, taking his leave as she looked back down at her tablet. He felt very warm inside. He would get to kill Dr. Anderson. He would get to finally have his revenge, and then Dr. LeAnne would have him all to herself. It was better than anything else he could ever imagine.

He was almost too excited to sleep. However, he had been given an order, so he obeyed it as soon as he laid in his cot and closed his eyes.

Fallen Part 15 - Coming soon!

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[terminusantequem]

Prabhakar Kolte (Indian, b. 1946), Untitled, 1997. Mixed media on board, 49.3 x 49 cm

[tvbles]

Girl’d.

[thunderstruck9]

Prabhakar Kolte (Indian, 1946), Untitled, 2004. Oil on board, 48 x 58.4 cm.

[scenesandscreens]

Three-Body, Season One (2023)

Directed by Yang Lei & Vincent Yang

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[mamaasawriter]

ici, c'est chez moi, s'il n'y a pas de travail, je ne travaille pas, si le travail me rend dingue et qu'on me pousse au cul, je ne travaille pas non plus, je veux me coucher, je veux m'expliquer une bonne fois, je veux de l'herbe, l'ombre des arbres et pouvoir gueuler, même si on doit me tirer dessus, puisque c'est cela qu'ils finissent par faire.

Bernard-Marie Koltès, La nuit juste avant les forêts

[sketchcake-ocs]

Pepper's friend!!!! their name is Kolt

Kolt- an Orange Lizard that Pepper accidentally befriended and now follows and guides them around

Originally drawn (8/28/2022)

[fullmetaleditor]

I haven’t had the energy or the focus to draw something this complex in MONTHS so fingers crossed I can finish it!!

COUGH totally reffed from one of the cool ps2 game covers

[j1mmycut13]

боже дай мне сил

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𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝝝𝗨 𝗖𝝝𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖

𝗜 𝝠𝗠 𝝠 𝗗𝝠𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝝠𝗡𝗗𝗪𝗜𝗖𝗛 🎧💃🏽🕺🏼🪩🚀💥

𝝠 𝗧𝗥𝝠𝗖𝗞 𝝠 𝗗𝝠𝗬 𝗞𝗘𝗘𝗣𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝝠 𝗗𝝝𝗖𝗧𝝝𝗥 𝝠𝗪𝝠𝗬

𝗚𝝝𝝝𝗦𝗘𝗕𝗨𝗠𝗣𝗦 / 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝝠𝗧𝗜𝝝𝗡𝝠𝗟 𝗕𝗘𝝠𝗧𝗦 /𝗜𝗡𝗧𝝝𝗠𝗬𝗦𝝝𝗨𝗟 / 𝗘𝝠𝗥𝗚𝝠𝗦𝗠 / 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗭𝗭 𝗜𝗭 𝝠 𝗚𝗜𝗙 𝝠𝗧𝗧𝝠𝗖𝗞 / 𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗗𝗥𝗨𝗚𝗦𝝠𝗡𝗗𝗦𝝝𝗖𝗞𝗦𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗛𝝝𝗟𝗘𝗦 / 𝗣𝗨𝗡𝗞𝗦𝝠𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗗𝗘𝝠𝗗 / 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗬 𝝠𝗦𝗦 / 𝗚 𝝝 𝗗 𝗜 𝗦 𝝠 𝗗 𝗝 / ΓЯДCҜФFΓHΞDДУ / 𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗣𝗗𝝠𝗥𝗞𝝠𝗡𝗗𝗗𝝠𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥𝝝𝗨𝗦 / 𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗜𝗧 𝟰 𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗡 / 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛𝝝𝗨𝗧𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘𝗪𝝝𝗨𝗟𝗗𝗕𝗘𝝠𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗧𝝠𝗞𝗘 / 𝗪𝝝𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗙𝗨𝗟 𝗜 𝗖𝝝𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗖𝗥𝗬 / 𝗪𝗘𝗜𝗥𝗗 𝗜𝗦 𝝠 𝗖𝝝𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 / 𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗡 𝗧𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗 🎧 / 𝗟𝝝𝗦𝗧 𝗜𝗡 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝝝 / 𝗧𝗛𝝠𝗡𝗞𝗦 𝗟𝝝𝗥𝗗 𝟰 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞 / 𝗜𝗠𝗙𝗥𝗘𝝠𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝝝𝗨𝗧 / 𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗧𝝝𝗗𝝠𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝝝𝗨𝗧 / 𝗦𝗨𝗕𝗕𝝠𝗦𝗦𝗠𝝠𝗦𝗦𝝠𝗖𝗥𝗘 / 𝗦𝗛𝝠𝗞𝗘𝗪𝗛𝝠𝗧𝗬𝝠𝗠𝝠𝗠𝝠𝗚𝝠𝗩𝗘𝗬𝝠 /𝗗𝗥𝝝𝗣𝗕𝗘𝝠𝗧𝗦𝗡𝝝𝗧𝗕𝝝𝗠𝗕𝗦 / 𝗥𝝝̈𝗛𝗥𝗧 𝗪𝗜𝗘 𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗖𝗛 / 𝗜’𝗠 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝝝

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𝗧𝗥𝝠𝗖𝗞 𝝝𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝝠𝗬: The Flute Tune by J-Cut & Kolt Siewerts

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Voltober 19. Captains All - Fallen

Author's note: I realized that I had never even thought about how Kolt got captured by Dr. Leanne, so that;s what this is.

Masterlist - Voltober 18

Content: villain whumpee, henchman whumpee, chased, man hunt, exhaustion, last stand, beaten, bound, unable to help

@voltober

Team Leader | Last Stand | “It’s up to you now”

Gale looked back over his shoulder as he ran just behind Kolt down an alley. Behind them was a squad of people, some of them Powered. They were not the same people who had started chasing them three hours ago.

“New group,” Gale puffed. “They’re taking shifts.”

Kolt looked back to see for himself, and Gale was shocked to see actual fear there.

“Can’t we hide somewhere?” Gale asked, the stitch in his side making itself known. It was a stupid question, one that he shouldn’t have wasted his breath on. They’d already tried hiding in all of their favorite spots, but they’d been sniffed out just as quickly, no matter how good their tactics.

Kolt didn’t answer and Gale desperately asked, “The Dragon Gang?”

Kolt looked back, a familiar sort of pain. He hated asking for help, except for when it came to Gale. He especially hated asking the Dragon Gang and being indebted to Phoenix, no matter how friendly the guy was.

He changed their course subtly and Gale felt relief ease the pain in his side. They’d get somewhere safe. No matter how big the group chasing them was, they wouldn’t dare mess with Phoenix and his gang.

As they turned a corner, the group that had been chasing them earlier came into view, they shouted, pointing at Kolt and Gale.

The two were backed up against a building, no way out and not enough time to climb.

“Go,” Kolt said gruffly as their pursuers closed in. “Climb and get to Phoenix!”

“Kolt, no! I-”

“GO!” Kolt growled, shoving Gale against the wall. He swallowed hard and turned, grabbing onto the brick and looking up to plan his route.

He flinched as he heard a gunshot that ricocheted off of the wall above him, but the following screams proved that Kolt had his back, sending blasts of energy into the groups, holding them back as Gale climbed.

Gale pulled himself up over the wall and pulled out his pistol. He knew he only had three rounds left, but it would have to do.

He leaned over the wall, aiming and shooting the leader of one of the groups in the head.

“Climb!” he called to Kolt, but Kolt ignored him and kept fighting the two groups, backed up against the wall.

“KOLT!” Gale screamed, fear pounding in his chest.

Gale nearly fell off of the building as a something flew over head, catching and tearing the back of his jacket.

He rolled onto his back and shot at the creature. It wasn’t safe here, and he was out of ammo. He was exhausted and didn’t have any powers to his name. He would just have to trust that Kolt would find his way out of this. He was smart and he was one of the strongest Powered in the three cities.

Gale got to his feet and ran, heading in the direction of one of the Dragon Gang’s headquarters.

The flying creature didn’t come back for a round two with him, likely injured from the shots that Gale managed to land.

Gale reached a more spread out part of the city and quickly slid down a pipe to the bottom, turning and sprinting the last bit to the hotel the gang ran.

He pushed past the greeter and ran to the desk, panting as he gasped out, “Phoenix! I need Phoenix.”

The lady behind the desk gave him a wide eyed look, shaking her head in confusion, but the manager looked up sharply and called, “I’ll help you sir, follow me.”

Gale followed the man to a back room, still trying to catch his breath. He was so tired he couldn’t follow the blur of motion as he was pulled into the room, the door slammed closed as the manager put his arms through Gale’s and twisted him into an arm lock. He shouted in pain as someone else approached, patting him down and taking his empty guns from him.

“Who are you?” the manager growled into Gale’s ear.

“Gale. I’m with Kolt,” he gasped. He groaned as the manager twisted his arms further.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Please! We don’t have time for this! We were being chased by all of these people and he’s still out there! They’re going to-”

The other person, at some signal from the manager, pistol whipped him with his own gun.

He staggered, falling to his knees and holding his face as the manager let him go.

“We’re not doing anything until we verify who you are. Who can identify you?”

“Phoenix,” Gale said, pulling his hand away to look at the blood smeared on it. “Or his council. Anyone from the council.” It was too late. He was too late. Phoenix wasn’t going to get here soon enough or anyone from his council and Kolt was still out there, probably fighting or…. Or dead.

Gale got back to his feet, fighting a wave of nausea as pain rippled through his head. He tried to walk steadily to the door. “I have to go back,” he said, mostly to himself to keep himself focused through the pain and exhaustion. “He’s gonna get himself hurt.”

The manager made another move that Gale couldn’t keep up with and he was suddenly on his back on the ground, trying to get air back into his startled lungs.

“Tie him up,” the manager said to his assistant. “Don’t let him go anywhere until we figure out who this idiot is. Do you know how much of a breach of operations it is to have someone running around screaming to see Phoenix?”

“Yes sir.”

Gale was rolled over, his hands bound behind his back. He struggled weakly as his legs were tied at the ankles and knees, but it made no different as he was dragged to the corner and left there on his stomach as the assistant stepped out, turning out the lights and locking the door.

Gale lay in the darkness, blood trickling from the cut in his head, fighting the urge to fall asleep as he tried to get himself unbound.

He failed on both accounts.

VTB Part 20

Fallen Masterlist

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