#record: zarina

[callofthxvoid]

So I leap from the gallows and I levitate down your street Crash the party like a record scratch as I scream "Who's afraid of little old me?" I was tame, I was gentle, 'til the circus life made me mean "Don't you worry, folks, we took out all her teeth" Who's afraid of little old me? Well, you should be 'Cause you lured me and you hurt me and you taught me You caged me and then you called me crazy I am what I am 'cause you trained me So who's afraid of me?

[bumblingbee1]

Bro would not leave me ALONE 😆😭😭

[mjonthetrack]

bw 14

tw- mentions of sexual assault, torture, kidnapping, etc.

“Please I don’t know what happened but I promise I won’t tell nobody!” Zarina screamed out her throat raw from screaming and crying pleading with the three masked figures who stood in front of her. The taller one threw a rope around her neck tightening the woman went hysterical crying loudly begging God to spare her. Zarina felt bile reach her throat as she threw up when the men unmasked themselves, they were some of the towns proud boy cops, the deputies rookies. Zarina froze, she began thrashing harder,”I don’t know nothing, let me the fuck go!” The one man laughed gripping her chin as he barked out for the other one to hit record. He tossed the rope around a branch only barely leveraging the screaming woman.

The other male laughed loudly putting his mask on he wandered over putting a stool under her feet,”be a good black cunt and tell the people what’s wrong.” Zarina’s legs shook knowing what would happen if the stool went away she cried out pathetically, the man wound his arm back sending her head snapping to the side from the slap,”shut that crying shit up bitch!” Zarina stared defiantly at the man, she knew would die here in these woods alone, she decided she wouldn’t go out weak. Zarina turned her head back ignoring the stinging of her lip and bruised cheek, spitting blood at his face. The man growled out landing a swift kick to her ribs that she had to take whilst keeping her feet planted,”I’m not scared of any of you, where’s your uniform if you’re so fucking brave you pussy ass crackers!”

The other male came moving the one who hit her,”you’re doing it all wrong, she won’t learn her lesson that way,” the angry man moved to stand by the one recording. The huskier one who reeked of alcohol and chewing tobacco grinned roughly squeezing her jaw smushing her face,”my grandpa used to tell me your kind were the best to take, so lippy and loud when they were put in their place.” Zarina clenched her jaw clamping her mouth shut she defiantly tilted her chin up in defiance,she kept her eyes on the camera, refusing to satisfy the sick fucks. Whoever would see her last moments would know she went bravely and never bent to the white demons. She couldn’t stop the tears from spilling when his dirty hands ripped at her shirt exposing the bra she had on.

“You dirty bitch, what would some ghetto girl like you have such a nice skin, I wonder how many of them gangsters gang bang you for needles and smoke in that hood you all crawl around in,” the man spit at her as he tied her hands behind her bounding her arms and waist to the tree as her neck was still bound by a rope.

The man holding the camera laughed loudly hollering,”hey put that gasoline on her dirt skin, I wonder if they burn the same way.” Zarina cried out thrashing against the tree whilst the man gagged her. The man who was angered earlier stalked over slapping her harshly turned on by the tears she spilled and the blood that flew from her mouth. “I wonder how much you bleed, they say you all have a higher pain tolerance,let’s see if you feel the same as the real women.” He had cut the woman’s bra off, the camera man came close recording the woman being stripped down. Zarina felt light headed from the drugs he’d used in the cloth, she struggled flailing against the man’s touch.

When she tried to kick at him he tsked,”uh uh bitch play nice and we may just go easy on you!” His laughter was demonic, the group were enjoying the torture they put her through. The camera man complained wanting a turn, he switched places with one of the others then went up. He roughly squeezed her breast, when she head butted him he growled biting down on the skin above her right breast making her scream. The man pulled his dick out from his pants making the woman cry out in hysterics again, he groaned,”that’s right bitch cry out for your ancestors.” The man finished cumming onto her stomach smirring it over her body, the others cussed following through similarly defiling her, the taller one going as far as forcing his hands in between her legs. It was only when their radio went off on a truck they groaned cussing, reporting back they were out on a parole and would be on their way. The chubby one who smelled bad grinned tossing alcohol all over her as they’d saved the recording backing away and leaving the woman weakly trying to stand on the stool.

Zarina couldn’t help but feel defeated, her legs were wobbly and she couldn’t cry anymore. The woman watched them speed away and left her like trash hanging by the mercy of the stool, degraded and alone in the woods, naked. She lowered her head trying to free herself but it was no use, giving up she slumped forward her legs gave out. The woman began praying for God to give her a merciful death, as her vision went black.

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Jimmy was pacing in the house,”nah she knows, I can tell she was too defensive, look how she fucking left Uce!,fuck she ain’t never gonna talk to me again!” Zilla was equally as concerned but for a different reason it had been four hours since the woman dipped out and the group was trying to figure out what to do. Jacob rubbed his beard,”you two closer to her we will hold it down go catch up with Za at her mamas place.” The two cousins nodded at the older men who were calm despite being found out. Jimmy growled in frustration storming out the house, it was all crumbling apart and he was just getting to knock her walls down. He just got her back in his life and he probably fucked it all up now, he saw Zay rushing into his side of the truck mumbling,”we shoulda been followed her ass, she shouldn’t be down there alone.”

The pair made their way to the restaurant sighing in relief seeing her car still parked in the parking lot. Zilla hopped out nervously rubbing the back of his neck,”what the fuck we gone say, we sorry?!” Jimmy was already rushing down the sidewalk then calmly shoved the front door open. “Z! Yo! Come on out we gotta talk!” he noted the tv was on and figured she was in the kitchen. He jogged to the kitchen not seeing her he called out again,Zay had knocked on the bathroom door when no answer he banged on it,”cmon Zari let’s talk about it we aren’t gonna hurt you, let us explain!” When the man received silence seeing Jimmy shake his head at the kitchen he kicked the door open doing the same with all the stalls seeing them empty.

Jimmy cussed out not seeing her in the men’s bathroom or the janitor’s closet, he jogged to the back door to see if she went out back, when he came up blank his head whipped when he heard Zilla yell. He ran, bursting through the back door, he saw Zilla crouched down to the floor his hands through his hair as there was a video recorder, and splatter of blood on her notepad as well as smeared blood on the dessert case. Jimmy shook his head his brows furrowing, “nah uce,” he laughed out in disbelief, he felt a ringing in his ears. He sat down on the nearest chair pressing play. Zilla flinched hearing the woman’s screams, his blood running icy as guilt overtook his system to what happened to his family.

Jimmy couldn’t ignore the ringing in his ears, he couldn’t pry his eyes from the small screen, angry tears fell from his face,”Nah uce! Nah!” He yelled throwing the video recorder it smashed against the wall when he’d seen them assaulting her and the ropes. He could only see red, his vision was blurring as the ringing in his ears increased. Zay’s hands shook as he updated the cousins as well as the others, “we got to find her, she got to be close!” he choked out past his own tears having seen the last bits of the video before Jimmy threw the recorder. “What fucking way Uce! Tell me! Because all we got is fucking blood and a tape, they probably kil-,” he choked out shaking his head dropping down to his knees,”Uce- I can’t! She’s my purpose! I can’t fucking lose her! I don’t give a fuck what happens to me, she has to be okay!” Zilla feeling an anxiety attack coming something he dealt with privately in the cells rubbed his chest, the images of her in his head made him feel light headed he was a useless ass friend, she trusted him with all of this and he couldn’t even help her.

Zilla saw how his cousin was self destructing, he saw him grasp a glock from behind the counter something he’d put there for protection. Zilla rushed grasping Jimmy’s shoulder,”they want you to go out in a blaze Uce! Don’t let them win, we gone get them Uce! We gone avenge her I swear to God!” Jimmy laughed out with a crazed expression rubbing the barrel of the glock against his temple losing it,”if she shows up dead I’m going to kill every last cracker in this fucking town,on my momma, I’ll paint this fucking city red.”

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Two hours had turned by and the two were now joined by Jacob, Jey, Roman, Sefa, Solofa and Talisua and De’arra. Chloe was at the house in case she showed back up. The group was covering the woods even when it grew darker they were spread out trying to find the woman. Jimmy was hellbent sprinting around screaming for the woman he loved, he didn’t have the mental capacity to deal with that realization. He was beginning to feel hopeless his heart sunk with every single step he took and the radio silence from the others. The women were besides themselves trying to keep brave faces but hearing what Zay could manage to explain to them all through his panic attack was enough to shake even Roman and Jacob who never saw the younger man lose his composure.

“Baby just call out!,” Jimmy screamed out desperately feeling bile rise he threw up as the images of her hanging or dead after potentially being raped and all alone made him empty his stomach for the third time. He had hot tears blinding his eyes,”Baby please!” He called out his voice cracking as his legs gave out, Jey caught him worriedly,”Uce! yo Uce!” Jimmy looked at his younger twin in desperation,”fuck I can’t lose her-,” he choked out a sob. Jey had hot tears fall down his face feeling the pain coming from his twin, he tried to keep a strong expression forcing his brother to his feet.”Cmon Jon, she’s out here and she needs you! let’s get her okay!” Jimmy was growing weak in his legs from the dread in his system.

”YOOO!” Roman’s loud voice boomed echoing in the distance, somehow the older twin found a new sense of drive flying in the direction of his cousins yell with his twin. The two arrived along with the others who’d sprinted hearing the man’s voice. They saw the tall male crouched down grabbing something he had an expression like he’d seen a ghost. Zilla looked away seeing the lace bra with no trace of its owner, he moved away throwing up, imagining the worst now crying without shame, Jacob having to support him even the seasoned og looked scared.

Talisua clung to her husband crying now as De’arra crumpled screaming out, Sefa catching her as he had his own look of distraught for the woman who was always a kind sister to him. Jey felt a new sense of dread flood his system he couldn’t even look his twin in the face, who was frozen in place. Something in Jimmy snapped, he started laughing hysterically, he snatched the bra and began shaking violently, he let out a loud scream of anger, it ripped through the forest causing birds to fly off.

Zilla who had wiped his mouth feeling dizzy nearly lost his balance leaning against Jacob who tried to avoid looking at Jimmy never hearing that level of anguish from any man,from the streets or not. Zilla squinted his eyes, he pushed himself off Jacob rushing forward, he crouched down feeling impressions on the muddy ground,”fuck!” he cried out in hope. Jimmy shoved away from his twin stumbling in the direction of his cousin,”Zay?” The shorter male laughed out tears in his eyes,”Uce, footprints, work boots.” That’s all Jimmy needed taking off in the direction of the footprints with Zay trailing him. Neither filling the group in a new sense of desperation hit their systems fueling their stamina.

Jimmy started back,”Baby! Cmon let us know where you are!” he yelled, he out ran Izayah by a few yards thanking his time in football. Jimmy thought he could see something in the distance and he sprinted, closing in he saw the outline of a slumped figure and ropes,”Zarina!Fuck!” He felt his heart plummet at the sight of her, he fell by her feet,”I’m so sorry!” He cried out by her feet delirious at the sight in front of him. Zilla cussed out seeing the horror in front of him, he rushed forward trying to cut the ropes struggling.

Jimmy felt a panic attack coming on as he forced himself to his feet, he pressed his hand to her face which was cold,”baby cmon it’s okay!” he cried out his large hands shook as he forced the rope from around her neck at the same time as Zilla worked the ones from her hands and waist sending her slumping forward. Jimmy caught her in his strong arms, he landed on his ass, he placed his head near her chest, his heart racing when he didn’t hear a pulse,”baby please don’t! please don’t do this!” He began to lose it, Zay had to pull her away from him as he had started hyperventilating, he could hear the others catching up, but he was already starting cpr, aiding with mouth to mouth as Jimmy was rocking back and forth his eyes were glazed over in denial.

[dweetwise]

[Dbd] Wanderlust

A small post-Entity one shot I wrote this summer and apparently never posted 💚 No ships, just some survivor bonding (and bickering 😂) Rated G | 1.2k words | ao3 link

The plane lurched to the side and Haddie did the same in her seat, her pencil sliding across the map of Malta and drawing a line in the Mediterranean sea. She huffed in annoyance and wordlessly reached to buckle her seat belt.

Next to her, Élodie did the opposite and pushed up from her seat with an exasperated groan.

“Just a little turbulence!” Ace’s voice sounded from the cockpit. “Nothing to worry about!”

“This tin can is awful!” Élodie complained. She wobbled to the front of the small plane, steadying herself on any solid objects as the plane shook from the turbulence.

“Aww, don’t worry, baby,” Ace said, affectionately patting the outdated flight instruments in front of him. “She’s just jealous of all your vintage glamour.”

“It’s a piece of scrap metal held together purely by duct tape and wishful thinking,” Élodie retorted. “In fact, I’m amazed we haven’t crashed yet.”

“Eh, I’ve flown in worse,” Zarina piped up from the co-pilot seat. Based on the fact that she had her feet propped up on the dashboard and was leaning back in her chair, she didn’t seem to be doing much of said piloting.

“See?” Ace told Élodie, then added with a grin, “If you’re so peeved about my plane, why don’t you ask your sugar daddy to buy us a shiny private jet instead?”

Zarina snorted while Élodie merely glared down at Ace.

“You refer to Felix as that one more time and I’m ejecting your seat,” she threatened.

Ace gasped. “But then who’s going to fly you all over Europe to do your Scooby gang shit? I’m not letting just anyone touch my plane, you know.”

“You’ll hopefully be a pancake on the ground, so I don’t think you have much say in the matter,” Élodie countered.

“Human pancake. Yum,” Sable offered. She was sitting in the back of the plane, busy with painting her already black nails even blacker regardless of the bumpy ride.

Zarina sighed before turning to look back at Haddie. “How’s the map coming along?”

“Good,” Haddie said. She waved the thin folder with the Imperiatti insignia that contained their information on the case. “It should only take a day to investigate the site and talk to all the witnesses. It’s a small island.”

“Should we split up?” Zarina asked.

“Dibs on the witnesses!” Ace hollered. “I’ve heard Maltese women are stunning.”

“Me and Haddie should go to the site to investigate,” Élodie said. “I brought my archaeology kit just in case.”

“I’m coming with you,” Sable said. Nobody protested: keeping Sable away from people was usually the way to go if they wanted their witnesses to not shit their pants from fear.

“I’ll go with Ace,” Zarina said, fiddling with her voice recorder. “And Vittorio?”

Haddie glanced at the man in question. Vittorio didn’t even appear to have heard the question; he sat completely silent on the seat opposite of Haddie, staring intently at the floor. His face was ashen and he desperately clutched the Lidl plastic bag they’d acquired on their pre-flight shopping trip in Coburg.

Considering this was his first time ever flying and he’d chosen to do it with Ace as his pilot, he was doing remarkably well.

“You okay?” Haddie asked, nudging Vittorio’s shoe with her own.

He looked up and gave her a shaky smile. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“You didn’t have to come,” Zarina said. 

“I will have to get used to flying sooner or later,” Vittorio said with determination. “The Imperiatti works all over the world and I don’t want to be hindered by this should my help be required somewhere.”

“You could have stayed in Germany with Ursula.” Ace’s head popped into view as he leaned to look back at them. “She sure seemed interested in getting intimately acquaintanced with you and your…knowledge.” The sentence was accompanied by the wagging of eyebrows.

Haddie rolled her eyes while Vittorio grimaced: from nausea or the innuendo was anyone’s guess.

“She’s a very capable woman, but I don’t see how that’s relevant—” Vittorio started.

“Air pocket,” Zarina abruptly cut him off. 

A split second later, Haddie’s stomach dropped as the plane jumped and tilted to the left, before Ace grabbed the controls with a curse and righted their course.

Vittorio squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed a few times before rasping, “Can you please focus on flying?”

“I am!” Ace protested. “Just trying to lighten the mood.”

“Vittorio’s already having a hard time,” Haddie said. “So keep the plane steady unless you want projectile vomit all over your ‘baby’.”

Élodie visibly cringed. “Eugh, please, no puking.”

“Speak for yourself, I love puke,” Sable said. Somehow, her nail polish bottle and drying nails were still completely unscathed.

Élodie stared at her. “Remind me why we brought you along again?”

Sable responded with a sickly sweet smile. “Because I’m not going to get spooked by lawn furniture and run away screaming like a little bitch.”

“I told you, the canopy curtain looked like the Nurse from where I was standing!” Ace protested.

“Yeah, it probably did,” Haddie hurried to defuse. “And I sensed some weird energies in the area. I most likely would have been startled too.”

“Exactly!” Ace said.

Élodie looked at Haddie with a raised eyebrow, but Haddie just shrugged. She really didn’t want to hear more of Ace’s excuses about the sun in his eyes, or how he was just running away to get help, or “Felix’s girlfriend told me the manor is haunted, so of course the Nurse could appear at the garden party!” when the reality was most likely a few too many German beers.

“Maybe it did look like the Nurse,” Sable conceded, then grinned wickedly and added, “if you’re a little bitch.”

Ace let go of the flight controls to turn and point at Sable, eyes narrowing as he snapped, “Okay, listen here you fucking brat—”

“Fly the goddamn plane!” Haddie, Élodie and Zarina yelled almost in unison.

In the end, they made it to Malta relatively unscathed. Haddie successfully marked all their destinations on her map of the island, Élodie secured all their bags, Sable finished painting her nails, Zarina radioed the airport and got them permission to land, Ace got them back onto solid ground with most of the plane’s rusty landing gear still intact, and Vittorio only puked once into his bag.

The others were grumbling about the rough flight and even rougher landing as they exited the plane, but Haddie was smiling as she felt the familiar adrenaline rush of an unsolved mystery. Now, they only had to figure out if the rumors of shadowy figures lurking in the woods were an urban legend that got out of hand, or something more sinister like a paranormal occurrence or the Black Vale trying to regroup after the Entity’s defeat.

She’d never tell the Imperiatti, but she actually hoped it was one of the latter. Returning to normal life after years in the Entity’s clutches hadn’t gone well for her—and based on the ragtag group of fellow survivors who had eagerly volunteered their help for the trip, she wasn’t the only one still craving the thrill of danger.

A new adventure was just what they needed.

[thepinksteve]

Dwight Fairfield - Headcanons

Relationships. . .

Dwight gets along with, (almost,) everyone in the realm, after spending so much time in the realm, (and getting into a few fights,) he's learned that hating people isn't worth his time anymore. Though he still has his opinions about people, of course, but he won't say he hates someone.

He keeps his friends to a smaller number, he doesn't like seeing them get sacrificed and then get tortured by the Entity, and sometimes get completely remade. Forgetting who they were completely, he didn't like seeing that - so eventually he just stopped befriending people. He stopped after Sable arrived at the campfire.

"Well, I don't really (uh) enjoy watching the people I like get killed over and over, so I kinda just stopped," Quote from Dwight Fairfield, recorded by Zarina Kassir on 1/25 - 1:07 / 13:07

Dwight does befriend his closest friends though, whenever they do give up during the torment.

Meg, Claudette, Jake, Nea, David, Ace, Yui.

Other than that, it's up to the others to decide if they feel that connection with him after being reborn, so the cultist calls it.

Yui

He literally fell in love with her at first glance, he actually was the last person to finally meet her. He was completely clueless that someone had joined the realm. . . Let alone a new killer, not only did the Entity throw him in with the new survivor, whom he fell in love with, he also got slammed into the ground a few times because of Oni.

They like to plan small dates, within the trials and outside, Dwight also moved over to Yui's claimed area, which is more towards the fog that separates them from the killers, he likes it and hates it because he can feel them staring but he can also talk to the ones that are his friends.

Their dates aren't usually the best, the Entity takes the flowers he gets for Yui as an offering and burns them right in front of the two. He frowns and she just tells him it's okay.

"Honestly, it's really cute how he gets me these little flowers but um, Claudette uses them a apart of her, uh, what's it called? I dunno, to make out cuts and bruises feel better, and the Entity knows when he has them... He tried to sneak them in a toolbox and a med-kit, I think he finally gave up once he realized that it didn't work in a map either," Quoted from Yui Kimura, recorded by Zarina Kassir on 1/6 - 2:28 / 14:28

Dwight isn't as open about his relationship with her as she is, which isn't for bad reasons but he hears how the others talk about the openly lovely dovey couples, and he does not like exactly what he hears. He does want to subject her to any negative comments from others.

He's very protective of her, yeah she's stronger than him and she definitely doesn't need protection from a pizza boy but he still can't help but try. He'll be all bandaged up and beat, she won't have a single scratch or anything and he will still throw himself at the killer for her.

He has started to ask Vittorio if he is able to weld a ring for him, yes he can just buy one from the bloodweb but he wants it to be special for her and only her. And he knows that anything can happen, like the Entity can decide she doesn't need a survivor anymore and discard them completely if she so wanted.

Dwight doesn't really care, he knows he wants to spend his day with her, whether it be long or short, he knows he wants her to have his time until the Entity decides she doesn't need him anymore.

Killers

Now, Dwight is scared of most of the killers, but he befriended a few. Being Evan, Philip, Max, and the Unknown, who have yet to give themselves a name.

He doesn't enjoy being put into trials with them because he knows they won't let him kill himself and he hates to know they'll get punished for it. . . Which means the Entity puts them in the same trial all the fucking time.

He befriended Evan very quickly, they actually started a group to defeat the Entity, they managed to find a spot where the Entity can't hear them and they can actually be in the same area, instead of being parted by the fog wall between Killers and survivors.

Feng

Everyone has some sort of issue with Feng, Dwight's is that she won't stop writing smut of him and Evan, which is a problem because Dwight has a girlfriend, Evan is a dear friend and Dwight is convinced the guy has feelings for someone.

So, his feelings for her aren't the best, again. He doesn't believe in hating people but he does have some strong opinions about her that he refused to share with the press.

People who hate him.

Felix, Yun-Jin Lee, Jonah, and Jill.

"I don't like him because he drugged a man! It was all over the news, I actually thought I died and went to hell when I saw him, I think he's evil and a psychopath and I don't understand why he's not a killer," Quote from Felix Richter, recorded by Zarina Kassir on 1/6 - 10:17 / 22:17

Jonah and Jill had the same reasons, they were law enforcement in some way. Jonah had already heard the story and Jill learned it eventually.

"Who? Dweet Farfield, oh, I think he's a little loser who doesn't deserve to be my friend... He also left me on the hook for more than five seconds when being right there," Quote from Yun-Jin Lee, recorded by Zarina Kassir on 1/6 - 10:21 / 22:21

Card Night

Every, what they can assume to be Wednesday, Dwight, Ace, David, and Bill all gather for a game of cards, sometimes they'll include Tapp or Vittorio but most of the time, they'll keep the game closed.

They gamble mostly their bloodpoints, but sometimes if one has a winning streak, they'll throw up their Shards or Auric Cells, though they only offer the cells if they're playing extremely well.

Dwight will only as far as his shards, he likes to buy his outfits with the cells. Sometimes the Entity will take in requests if he gives enough cells to her.

Dwight makes sure to remind Ace to keep their wins and winnings down.

The Score.

Ace - 65 wins, 1,237,980 BP, 4,268 IS, -50 AC

David - 26 wins, 274,829 BP, 100 IS, 5 AC

Bill - 89 wins, 2,899,267 BP, 16,294 IS, 600 AC

Dwight - 46 wins, 156,278 BP, 2,097 IS, 10 AC

Tapp - 10 wins, 25,679 BP, 1,278 IS, 0 AC

Vittorio - 7 wins, 16,000 BP, 200 IS, -10 AC

Overall they have played 243 games together, starting a bit after Wesker joined the realm.

Dwight doesn't like seeing his friends die so he kills himself for them, he will run back into the map and sacrifice himself so they can get out, he knows he has a stronger will than anyone because of how long he's been there.

When he finally does give up, he makes sure to have a notebook that has everything written down so he can't forget, he makes sure to keep his notes written down about Yui some place safe he can't even risk losing them.

Now only a few times has he actually given up, his will is pretty strong and sucks to suck, he is very stubborn. He'd rather live forever and watch everyone he loves die than let the Entity get the best over his mental health and give in to death.

Dwight doesn't give a fuck, as long as the Entity can't get her full feeding off of him. He will suffer as much as he needs but he will not become a husk because she was able to get all of that emotion off of him.

Now, Dwight is a bit Favorited by the Entity, he gives her a lot and she returns it by going a little less harsh on him in the punishments. Along with giving him not so shitty clothing and if he asks nicely, (with a little offering,) he gets clothes made and hairdos.

Dwight for a good while when everything started, the signs of the Entity wanting him and his slow decent to madness into the realm, he thought he was in a real horror movie, the things he saw and hear. Those things were something he saw in the realm - which made so much sense after he got used to his new life.

It doesn't make him feel much better, but he can't say that he would rather be in his own realm. He wouldn't have gotten the chance to find Yui or escape his dead end job. In a way, he's a bit grateful that he got taken. His life wasn't any good in his realm.

Dwight dabbles in playing musical instruments, what is he supposed to do with all his free time? Not learn something new? Plus he enjoyed putting on shows with the other music goers.

He was able to learn new songs from people who got taken past 2015 and he was able to learn songs that didn't exist in his realm! It was nice, sometimes they got to forget they were in a giant spider Goddess realm who sucked on their emotions they produced.

He has learned many songs and he enjoys it because he lost music when he was literally working all the time because he was so poor, he missed being able to live within musics lines.

He was very much into music when he was in high school, being alternative, music was very big with it. He hates that he could never find time to play a song, at least not a full song. And the music he did hear was not anything he wanted to listen to.

Some people in the realm just flat out don't like the man and they have their reasons, mostly what happened to his old boss Lazar, how he drugged him and the man almost killed someone while being on the drugs he gave the boss.

He has been called a psychopath many many times, and sometimes it gets in his head but the only thing he can do is ignore all of it, he can't let their words get to him. So he ignores them.

Dwight has a bit of attachment issues, he was really bad when he didn't have Yui, it was more towards Claudette and Meg. Claudette is like a mother to everyone and Meg was just a really good friend.

Now Yui, he is so incredibly attached to her. And when he isn't with her, he is thinking about her. A lot he hopes that she's thinking about him.

Yes. he may be a little love sick but he hasn't had many girlfriends in the past and when he did, they weren't compatible. He is with Yui.

Dwight discovered a spot within the realm where the Entity can't reach, where she has absolutely no power or control there. He brought Evan to see if he was able to cross the fog and into this area, he was, so they started to plan.

They basically made a resistance and they recruit people into it, not until they are sure that they can trust her. Evan and Dwight both fear that some people are working for the Entity, at least more survivors than Killers.

Mikaela was a person who wasn't allowed to know for a while, they didn't know because she was given something new in the realm. She had special privilege.

Sable is someone who isn't allowed to know at all, no matter how much Mikaela begs - Dwight fears that she isn't real, that she was made to fuel Mikaela. Yes, sometimes she forgets things that Sable swore happened but she trusted her.

Dwight being one of the founders, he usually gets the votes to not tell her.

I'm back!! and gonna be staying >:)

[jaqiqi-blog]

Day 60: Zarina Kassir

Zarina is neat for her perks mainly lol

I don't see many Zarinas and her story is ok so the rating for this is mainly perk-wise which, I do like her perks. Well, two of them. I like for the people to goof around and just be a general goober when healing people. Let them heal me first and ftp, 99 someone then ftp, ftp someone downed immediately after they get downed, it has a lot of funny potential.

Red herring is the other one I like purely for my blast mine build. It just gets killers to actually go to my gens. Sometimes I get a lil extra bold if it's the last one and 99 it, red herring and wait nearby to charge in and finish it while they're stunned.

Of the record is boring, but funny sometimes if a killer is trying to tunnel you out for some reason.

Overall, funny bad perks, 8/10

[zorkaya-moved]

"Oh, hello Lady Zarina. Did you need the Data Bank for something? I just about finished with updating it. Admittedly, I didn't need to look too far, my dreams continue to speak to me." If she were to look at his screen, she would find that the update in question involved someone named Black Swan.

@etherealguard

She did need the Data Bank to update it based on her work with the IPC before joining the Astral Express. After discussing it with Himeko, she decide that she needs to spend her time updating certain planets' information to ensure correct representation. There have been secrets hiding beneath the corporation's eye, but the higher ups won't bother themselves to know those details but Nameless would care. The culture, the connection, the community, the experience. It's all far more essential as it's something to connect people, create bonds that will someday ensure the beauty of the galaxy to bloom once more. Across the branches of Imaginary Tree, all of them must unite against the destruction of the universe.

However, when Zarina walks in, she doesn't expect to ee Dan Heng there. According to her calculations, he was supposed to be out with the Trailablazer and March, but it seems like it was incorrect. Usually, it wouldn't matter but when the woman approaches the Vidyadhara's seat, her eyes catch on the familiar name. A name of a Memokeeper known to her personally. A mirror reflection when it comes to her facial structure and her body, she's been quite surprised to see her the first time when memories were exchanged for knowledge. Eyebrows furrow ever so lightly in confusion but also in concern over the words spoken: my dreams continue to speak to me. Memokeepers and their ability for mental control or weaving.

Sokolova brushes the locks of silver hair off her cheek before starting.

"Why do you have that woman's name in your files, Dan Heng? That's a codename of a Memokeeper," she inquires, already stating that she's aware of someone under that name. Black Swan. Of course, it would be her who would be interested in the Nameless' history and their memories. Warm memories, she once said. Warm memories. "And memories speaking to you... Were you visited by the Garden of Recollection?" Now that wouldn't be an issue since they were recorders and keepers of memories, thy weren't malicious. However, it'd be better to know if they did rather than not. As much as Black Swan was a collector, her ability to manipulate memories and dreams is something not to trifle with. "Garden is not inherently malicious, but... Was Black Swan the one who appeared in your dreams?"

[chaosandcrimson]

LOCATION: Epsilon Labs FOR: Yag Drake & Ven Waley ( @sparepcrts & @cyberneticatoms )

"Before we start, I want to make it clear that I am not a medical doctor," Zarina said, picking up a tablet to record her notes on before taking a seat behind her desk. She had not known what to think when Ven suddenly showed up with Yag in tow, but as both a close friend and a woman of science, she had no reason to decline when he asked for a favour. "However, I am objectively a genius with an IQ in the top percentile of the population. I should be able to tell you if there is an anomaly and narrow down the most likely explanation." She looked at Yag. "Can you describe your symptoms?"

[callofthxvoid]

✥ - zarina and xander

new romantics by taylor swift

'cause baby, I could build a castle / out of all the bricks they threw at me / and every day is like a battle / but every night with us is like a dream / baby, we're the new romantics / come on, come along with me / heartbreak is the national anthem / we sing it proudly

dreams and disasters by owl city

follow the light through the dreams and disasters / follow the light to the edge and the after / we won't turn around / we will not slow down / follow the light through the dreams and disasters

dark blue by jack's mannequin

dark blue, dark blue / have you ever been alone in a crowded room? / well, I'm here with you / I said the world could be burning 'till there's nothing but dark blue / just dark blue

[askstorykids-hq]

Welcome to Addersfield, home of Illedale University. Let’s see what information we have about you for the town hall’s records, shall we?

Name: Nikova Strauss

Parent(s): Grigori Rasputin & Justice Strauss Film/Show: Anastasia / A Series of Unfortunate Events Face: Odeya Rush Age: 20 Major (if student): Botany Minor: Legal Studies Occupation: n/a

Name: Edwina Quagmire

Parent(s): Violet Baudelaire & Quigley Quagmire Film/Show: A Series of Unfortunate Events Face: Victoria Justice Age: 21 Major (if student): Cartography & Photogrammetry Occupation: Front Desk, Hotel Denouement

Name: Briar Hendricks

Parent(s): Zarina Film/Show: Tinker Bell Face: Kate Siegel Age: 23 Major (if student): Science Education Occupation: Jewelry Designer

Name: Malcolm MacKenzie

Parent(s): Douglas MacKenzie (Mor'Du) Film/Show: Brave Face: Charlie Hunnam Age: 23 Major (if student): Chemistry Minor: Combat Occupation: bouncer, The Essence

Zan, Rory, Flynn, and Destini, you have 24 hours to send in your blog URL/post in-character on your multimuse. The follow notice for a new blog will be posted as soon as possible. Thank you for your application and welcome to the group!

[kevinb3896]

Indian-American Artist Zarina Hashmi: A Journey through Art

Zarina Hashmi, professionally known as Zarina, was a notable Indian-American artist and printmaker based in New York City. Her artistic repertoire encompassed drawing, printmaking, and sculpture. Aligned with the minimalist movement, her work employed abstract and geometric forms to elicit a spiritual response from viewers.

Born in Aligarh, India, in 1937, Hashmi initially pursued mathematics and later worked as an educator and librarian. Her artistic journey led her to Bangkok for woodblock printing studies and Atelier 17 in Paris for intaglio printmaking under S. W. Hayter's guidance. In 1968, she returned to India and began exhibiting her art both nationally and internationally. In 1974, she relocated to Tokyo and worked with Toshi Yoshido, subsequently immigrating to the United States in 1975, where she settled in New York City.

Zarina Hashmi's art is distinguished by a minimalist look and an obsessive attention to detail. To express significant topics and feelings, she frequently used simple geometric designs and a limited color palette. Her work was heavily impacted by her personal experiences of displacement and longing as a result of living in nations such as India, Thailand, Germany, and the United States.

Here are a few of Zarina Hashmi's most well-known works as an artist:

Some of Zarina Hashmi works include pieces characterized by simple geometric shapes that explore themes such as home, displacement, borders, and memory, often inspired by her personal experiences as a globally mobile Indian woman.

Her art has been showcased in prestigious museums worldwide, including the Museum of Modern Art in New York, the Tate Modern in London, and the Centre Pompidou in Paris. Hashmi received numerous awards during her career, including India's Padma Shri in 2006. Notably, her print "Untitled (Border, 1975)" set a record for an Indian artist, selling for $1.2 million at auction in 2017.

Zarina Hashmi's art transcends borders and cultures, delving into complex themes like identity and memory while maintaining a personal and universal appeal. Her mastery of materials, often utilizing paper, wood, and metal, allows her to convey profound emotions and ideas with elegant simplicity.

Investigating Identity and Place

At the heart of her work is an exploration of identity and the concept of home. Having lived in various countries, she keenly understood the fluidity and complexity of identity. Her series "Home Is a Foreign Place" poignantly captures the feelings of displacement and the quest for belonging, often incorporating maps, intricate lines, and symbols to convey physical and emotional journeys.

"Letters from Home" is a striking collection of eight monochromatic woodblock and metalcut prints inspired by Urdu letters from her sister Rani, who remained in Pakistan after the 1947 partition of India. These prints depict Rani's family life and sentiments, revealing the human cost of the partition and the unifying power of art across time and geography.

Zarina Hashmi's artistic odyssey demonstrates the ability of creativity to transcend boundaries and unite people across cultures. Her art continues to inspire and connect with new audiences, fostering a deeper appreciation for abstraction, minimalism, and the exploration of identity. Through platforms like Auction Daily, her work reaches a broader audience, promoting the beauty of these artistic expressions. 

Zarina Hashmi was an Indian American artist who used minimalism to explore topics such as home, displacement, borders, and memory. Her art has been displayed in various museums around the world and is highly sought after by collectors. She was a significant figure in Indian and worldwide art.

Auctiondaily delivers thorough and up-to-date auction business news coverage, educating readers on the auction process and the importance of auctioneering. The website includes auction news, previews of upcoming auctions, an auction calendar, and a blog.

Zarina Hashmi's art is a testament to the universal language of creativity, serving as a bridge between cultures, emotions, and experiences.

[dweetwise]

[Ace X Zarina] Bad behavior

I love them your honor. Rated Mature | 1.1k words | ao3 link

“I can’t believe you!” Zarina exclaimed. "How the hell did you think that was a good idea!?"

She stalked toward Ace while ranting, and he did an awkward half-dance, half-skip backward.

"Hey, now." Ace grinned and held his hands up. "I thought Dwight said we shouldn't put blame on a single person for—"

"We should if they fucking hide in the basement when people are dying on hook!" Zarina argued. “What's the point of even having rules if you're just going to break them every trial!?"

“Oh, you're one to talk," Ace shot back. "You really want to lecture me about rules, Ms. trespassing and illegal recordings?"

“That’s different!” Zarina argued. “It was in the real world and for a good cause!”

“Well—fuck!" 

Ace yelped as the back of his knee hit something solid, sending him flailing for balance while he tried not to fall on his ass.

Zarina's hand shot out to grab a fistful of his jacket and pull him upright. She was surprisingly strong considering her size, and at least now Ace knew she wasn't angry enough to want him to injure himself.

Ace glanced around—they'd reached the campfire and he'd tripped on his own damn overflowing hoard of items—but none of the people hanging around seemed to be paying them any mind.

To be fair, it wasn't like Zarina yelling and Ace making an ass out of himself was anything out of the ordinary.

Ace winked and gave Zarina his most charming smile. "Thanks for the save, sugar."

"Uh-huh," Zarina said, utterly unphased by his sweet-talking. "And?"

"And, as I was saying…" Ace cleared his throat to feebly try to restore some of his wounded pride. "My basement excursion was also for a good cause."

Surprisingly, Zarina crossed her arms and cocked an eyebrow instead of telling him where to shove the bullshit. “Oh?” she asked. “Let’s hear it, then.”

Ace's brain frantically scrambled for anything that would make a good excuse.

“Adding a toolbox to the collection?” he suggested.

“Ace!”

“—For the starving children!” Ace added, pointing to Renato and Meg sitting nearby.

Renato looked up at them and offered a confused, “Huh?” while Meg just sighed.

“Can’t you guys take this somewhere else?” Meg asked.

“Fantastic idea!” Ace said. “I was just about to go ask Jonah—”

“You.” Zarina gripped Ace's arm firmly before he could slink away from the conversation. “With me. We’re not done yet.”

Ace wagged his eyebrows at Renato and Meg as Zarina dragged him into the woods, earning a snort from Renato and the middle finger from Meg.

"The children are surprisingly ungrateful," Ace told Zarina.

"Shut. Up," she grit out.

Ace held his tongue and tried not to smile too much.

Zarina was somehow even more attractive when she was angry, but Ace doubted she'd appreciate hearing that right now. They'd butted heads ever since meeting—and somehow even more after Zarina succumbed to his charms and they became an item—but at the end of the day, she still always curled up in his arms and kissed him goodnight, so Ace usually tried not to push his luck too much.

Sometimes he just couldn't help himself.

Once they were sufficiently far away from the campfire, Zarina released Ace and turned to face him. 

“So? Are you going to apologize?” she asked.

Ace tilted his head and blinked innocently. “For what?”

“Oh, for the love of—!”

Zarina threw her hands up and made a sound of pure frustration, before yanking Ace down into a kiss.

Ace smirked against warm lips and wrapped his arms around Zarina, caressing down her lithe back and toying with the hem of her shirt. Zarina’s response, nowhere near as gentle, was to push him against a tree and bite his bottom lip hard enough to make him feel it.

Ace groaned and wrapped his hands around her tiny waist to pull her closer. If this was supposed to be his punishment, was it really any wonder that he kept misbehaving?

Zarina released his mouth and stepped back. “On the ground,” she ordered. “Now.”

Ace scrambled to obey with such haste he probably should’ve been embarrassed. What could he say? She pushed his buttons just as much as he did hers.

Ace lied down on the filthy forest floor—he's a gentleman, after all, and it wouldn't do to get the lady dirty. 

He watched as Zarina undressed, shimmying out of her tight jeans and pulling her shirt over her head to reveal mouth-watering smooth skin. Ace’s pants were already feeling several sizes too small and he figured he might as well try to speed things along. He reached for the button of his slacks, and… 

“What do you think you're doing?” Zarina snapped.

"Uh," Ace said, his hands freezing. 

Zarina's expression was cold and unimpressed as she walked over and stared him down, completely unbothered by the fact that she was now fully nude in front of him.

“You think you deserve to come after the shit you just pulled?” Zarina demanded.

An involuntary shiver ran through Ace and his dick throbbed even harder in his pants. Damn, she was in that kind of mood, huh?

If Ace knew what was good for him, he'd probably apologize right about now.

Instead, he propped himself up on his elbows and gave her a challenging smirk. “Well, considering my noble cause to save the children—oof!”

The air left Ace's lungs as Zarina planted her foot on his chest and firmly pushed him back down on the ground.

"Rude," Ace croaked out, because the alternative was to moan and ask her to do it again.

Zarina wordlessly sank down on her knees, straddling Ace’s chest and putting her full weight on him: an equally pleasant and efficient way to get him to stay still.

He opened his mouth to make a quip but Zarina clearly anticipated it, and the only sound that escaped Ace’s throat was a breathless whine as she grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked it.

“F-fuck,” he breathed, eyes stinging from the pleasure-pain.

“Shut up,” Zarina said, her hand twisting in his hair one more time before she let go. “Don’t you have something better to do with your mouth?”

Despite her harsh words and rough treatment, Ace could see the way her breath was coming in pants and felt the heat radiating from between her legs. It was always an ego boost to know that no matter how far he pushed, she'd always pull him right back in.

He eagerly settled his head more comfortably into the dirt, ignoring his own throbbing arousal in favor of the task at hand.

Ace licked his lips and winked, motioning for Zarina to straddle his face. “All yours, darling."

[doctorknightley]

"My uncle wasn't a fan of it either," Knightley admitted, a brief grimace on his face. "For the record, I didn't find it annoying, you're allowed to react to the things I do," he said, "Though I know it's easier said than done. It's been new being more vocal when things actually bother me."

"I've never dated prior to my relationship with Zarina, so you have me beat on this one," he quipped. He gave him a sympathetic look, "While it's not the same I can relate to lines blurring. I'm use to categorizing people either in what I can do for them or what role they fit into. Girlfriend, friends, and family aren't labels I used before, it's taken some adjustment as well as accepting that it's give and take now." Giving Finch one last squeeze on the arm he smiled, "Well you're welcome to bring him over if you'd like. Or just come over yourself and we can try and sift through things.

"I - know," Finch took a deep breath to try to steady his nerves. He felt like he was going to jump out of his skin more than usual. "My dad never liked it when I whined - it was annoying, you know. I don't mind you teasing that... it wasn't really about you. Just old habits or whatever they say, you know?" He laughed but there wasn't much humor behind it.

Finch nodded slowly, trying to tick this information away. "I just never really... learned the difference between some things. The only people I ever dated were my best friends, so the line is kind of..... blurry." He refused to meet Knightley's gaze, but it was as close to an indirect admission as he'd ever gotten to about his feelings for the other. "Right now good enough is okay. Good enough keeps him around and it keeps things normal. Sometimes that's more important." He paused for a moment, but nodded. "It would be nice. To have someone to sort of... help me sift through things."

[zorkaya-moved]

the concept of zarina being 50k+ years in hsr is honestly hilarious to me. the garden of memories is on her ass constantly for years now to get her memories. fuli wants to record the story of the aeon of origin and zarina has memories connected to knowing elysia and being close to her. so its a record of pre-aeon of origin memories. that still cling, that still stay, that she still keeps to herself.

she just exists at that point. longs for death that elysia cannot grant her because origin does not have that authority. instead, origin's blessing also doesn't let her die or be affected by other curses because of it's life/cleansing effect. so she's just there, trying to fulfill her promise to elysia after 50k years as well. to fight until there is nothing left. and this mission, is her last one. it may take years, decades, maybe centuries, but... she sees the trailblazer and just knows. this is another hero. this is the hero that'll connect countless worlds. very similar to how black swan talks about them as well, btw, zarina speaks very similarly to black swan as an observer.

[callofthxvoid]

✥ (z & finch)

zero by imagine dragons

hello, hello / let me tell you what it's like to be a zero, zero / let me show you what it's like to always feel, feel / like I'm empty and there's nothing really real, real / I'm looking for a way out / hello, hello / let me tell you what it's like to be a zero, zero / let me show you what it's like to never feel, feel / like I'm good enough for anything that's real, real / I'm looking for a way out

so am i by ava max

I can see ya, I know what you're feelin' / so let me tell you 'bout my little secret / I'm a little crazy underneath this, underneath this / do you ever feel like a misfit? / everything inside you is dark and twisted / oh, but it's okay to be different / ‘cause baby, so am I 

brave by sara bareilles

nothing's gonna hurt you the way that words do / when they settle 'neath your skin / kept on the inside and no sunlight / sometimes a shadow wins / but I wonder what would happen if you / say what you wanna say / and let the words fall out / honestly, I wanna see you be brave

[bakingwithjaiden]

Jaiden had been sipping at his shake, filing the information away for later when he could process it without someone else around. "A pharmacist pulling someone out of a building is impressive, let alone two people," he said. Though Knightley treating people wasn't that surprising, it did make sense that it would make him closer to them though. "I wasn't looking for Zarina, so I have no knowledge of what she was involved with before her arrival. Knightley had a decent reputation for being a well respected doctor," he was rambling he realized and shrugged taking another sip. "I'm trying to say I assumed he'd be somewhat of a good person based on past track record. I was hoping that make him open to speaking to me."

Marisol smiled and nodded, and made a mental note to remember that for next time, if there was a next time. He preferred sweet things. "He's good friends with my brother," she explained, having another sip of the milkshake. "He's been giving him medical training for a while. And he comes to family dinner sometimes with his girlfriend, Z, but you know her already." She paused, stirring the straw in her glass, before continuing. "I'd already met them and liked them before the earthquake, but Z like, literally saved my brother's life during it. Pulled him and his partner Eagan out of a burning building. And Knightley treated Eags and my little brother's girlfriend. Hard not to feel close to the ones who did that for your family, you know? They're really good people."