#shirk raya

[swynlake-rp]

Abundant adventures await you here in Swynlake! Tales of magic, friendship, and mystery. What stories will you weave?

Moana Motunui (Moana, Moana) - Salty ocean breeze, crushed seashells under your feet, and blue waves, all things you’ll miss about your home island. But everyone’s got to spread their wings eventually! Your wings have taken you to Swynlake, and you can’t wait to see what you’ll learn here.

Shuǐ Silvermist (Silvermist, Tinkerbell) - Since coming to the Enchantra Hollow, all your family has wanted to do was prove that they are a part of the Enchantra community. Everyone has fit in seamlessly but you want to do more than fit in. You want to catch the attention and praise of the Queen!

Raya Tran (Raya, Raya And The Last Dragon) - You cannot believe your father gave his life for an organization that would allow your National Dragon to get away with shirking their duties like this! You've been chasing leads around the globe to try and convince them to come home and do their job. The next lead's got you coming here to Swynlake. Will this be yet another dead end?

Meilin Lee (Mei, Turning Red) - Despite what your mom thinks, you know your panda isn’t a problem! It’s just a big fluffy side of you — something you totally have under control … who has time to worry about red panda transformations when you have tickets to buy and exams to study for? If only your mom trusted you!

Priya Mangal (Priya, Turning Red) - Nobody's a bigger vampire fangirl than you! Nobody! And you're so excited for the opportunity to meet vampires in Swynlake to conduct your research to write your own wild vampire romance fantasies. Trouble is, how exactly does one befriend vampires?

Chihiro Ogino (Chihiro, Spirited Away) - Has anything unexplained ever happened to you? Great! So your parents have also gone missing and you worked in an enchanted possibly otherworldly bathhouse under an unhinged sorceress? Oh, no? Right, so just Chihiro then. Well, time to find answers then!

[viiperfang]

Ahh! sorry for like, never posting. I rarely do polished pieces outside commissions and I don't think you guys wanna see a bunch of half-finished doodles and sketches. Maybe I'll make a sketch page or something... Anyway, this is an AU of mine and my friend(s)' characters. I hope you recognize Shirk (yes, he is a Siren in this AU), and the other character's name is Amaranth! I'm actually kind of proud at how this came out! The background especially! I've never drawn underwater before so I'm glad it looks alright, lmao.

[thedragonnerd]

Rayaari headcanon, because they live rent-free in my brain:

Raya loves to touch Namaari's face when they kiss. 

This has led to her accidentally knocking Namaari's earring off several times.

After being alone for so long, Raya is used to having conversations with herself. Sometimes Namaari will walk in on Raya having loud arguments with no-one. Over time, these conversations (and arguments) are between the two of them instead.

Namaari is actually the more ‘huggy’ of the two, although she would never admit it. 

Raya is the one more likely to grab Namaari’s hand though, especially mid-conversation without even realizing. Namaari always notices, and clings on tightly.

Raya is shocked at how many people Namaari "knows" by name in Fang. But this is thanks to her duties as Princess; Namaari doesn't have any actual friends.

Namaari is usually the more reserved personality out of the two. But if you ask her a question on dragons, she gets into a nerdy rant where her eyes light up and her hands gesture wildly.

Raya likes to drag them off on questionable "adventures". Namaari likes to complain that they are too silly or dangerous, but when they actually go on said adventure, she is always right next to Raya. 

They get into trouble often (Raya says it isn’t her fault; Namaari disagrees).

Namaari is definitely a cat lady. She hardly ever shirks her duty, but when she is desperate for some peace and quiet, she can probably be found napping on one of their fluffy backs. 

The cats growl at anyone who tries to disturb her (except Raya).

Raya gets annoyed by her long hair during sparring, but doesn’t know how to deal with it. Eventually, Benja teaches Namaari how to do lovely braids in Raya's hair.

[chysgoda]

⚡️ - Lightning

((so Yay this kicked started Last dragoon writing again! This and Into the twisted wood will get worked into a proper story, But hey right now there are words on paper)) 

A bandit attack had brought Bel to the tender care of the healers. Raya-O-Senna paused as she examined the spreading bruise on Bel’s side to make sure there wasn’t any internal damage. A scar on the dragoon’s back had caught her eye. Her fingertips ghosted over jagged lines that spread a handspan out from a central point. Bel squirmed like the touch tickled. She turned her head and saw what the white mage with looking at. “Oh, that.”

Raya glanced up to meet her friend’s eyes. Bel’s tone had been resigned rather than dismissive. 

Raya licked her lips nervously. “That was from the Lord of Levin wasn’t it, when Kupcha Kupa brought you to find me?”

“He was the only being that knew where the elementals had taken you,” Bel said softly.

“Could you tell me about it?” Raya hesitated, “if you are comfortable with that?” 

Bel turned her head forward again and was silent for a long five count before she motioned Raya to come around where they’d be face to face. “I always remember the smell first….” 

The air was thick with the smell of wet earth and thunder and there was static in the air that made the fur on her tail and ears stand on end. Kupcha Kupa hovered near her shoulder looking more like a dandelion gone to seed than anything else. They followed the purple-tinged sylphs deep into their domain to the place where they summoned Ramuh, the Lord of Levin. Lightening cracked from cloud to cloud and the lack of thunder kept her on edge waiting for the boom. Her echo screamed with lightning always a moment away but never actually striking, and instead slipping away into the realm of forgotten possibilities. 

The bolt that struck her could not be avoided no matter how her sight twisted. It drilled through her armor and into her shoulder forcing her to her knees with a scream for the searing agony. Her muscles locked and her heart skipped beats erratically. In this forced genuflection she watched aether gather and shape to give the primal’s form. Some part of her mind laughed in terrified hysterics at the beard that was the same size as the primal himself. 

“Child of Man, daughter of Hydaelyn’s champions, you dare enter these woods in the wake of their failure?” The Lord of Levin bellowed as he glared down at her kneeling form. 

Bel swallowed convulsively as she got one foot underneath her. She looked up at the Sylph’s primal. “Yes, I come to seek what knowledge you may have on where Seedseer Raya-O-Senna has been taken.”

Ramuh was silent as the dragoon forced herself to her feet. He stroked his beard, “I bid your mothers’ to drive the darkness from this star, to not shirk from battle as it was needed.”

“They died trying to prevent the calamity.” Bel tried to keep it as a statement of fact, to push back all the emotions that swelled and roiled. 

“Even they and their companions could not stave off the machinations of unshattered.” Lightning crackled along the length of his staff as he mused. “And yet this calamity has rid the forest of man’s interference. Why should I give thee what they desire and invite thy kind’s meddling again?” 

“I have no desire to meddle with you or yours. I came to rescue the Seedseer and then I will leave. I have no intention of returning, but I will swear never to step foot in these woods again if you desire it. Deny me and I will continue on regardless if you stand in my way.”  Bel’s voice was steadier now that her heart had settled back into its regular rhythm. 

The Lord of Levin stroked his beard again considering. “And if Hydaelyn did not approve young champion?”

“I do not ca-“ Bel’s hot words were strangled as her throat constricted. She gagged and one hand flew to her throat. 

“Coils within Coils, surround us all it seems.” Ramuh watched the young woman struggle. His fingers drummed on his staff. “With each calamity, some of mine own wisdom and knowledge is restored. As it is with all on this star. Come prove yourself at the striking tree and I will give you what you seek.”

Bel’s voice trailed off and Raya-O-Senna shifted uneasily in her seat. “You don’t have to go on.”

Bel smiled gratefully, “maybe another day I’ll finish it for you, but let’s get back to work today.”

[shirk-raya]

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: Multi

Fandom: Freak Fam - Fandom

Relationships: Shirk Raya/Disaster Haywood/Ace/Vinny | Shirk Raya/Disaster Haywood

Characters: Shirk Raya | Disaster Haywood | Ace (Freak Fam) | Vinny (Freak Fam)

Additional Tags: Some of the fakes make an appearance | but i dont really want this in their tags | Temporary Death | Minor Character Death | Violence | Gore | Hurt/Comfort | Angst | Mentions of Suicidal Thoughts | Self-Worth problems | Animal Violence | (theyre already dead tho so does it count?) | people talk about their feelings!

Language: English

Summary: Following Geoff's suggestion, Disaster goes to check out a warehouse the man has an eye on, Shirk coming along for protection and manpower. But when an unexpected turn of events happens, its a race against time.

[vinnydoesbad]

💀 and shirk?? (sorry if i sound demanding by sending so many, i just wanna give you options ahaha)

💀 - Head wound

Oo that’s gotta hurt, definitely gonna need some stitches

@shirk-raya

(Np dude! Options are good!)

[spacediddly]

We stan a curly legend

A Valentines Day gift to @acesinadeck @disaster-doll @shirk-raya @vinnydoesbad , had do draw the cutest ship in Chaos Crew for V Day

(Ace looks like an 80s mom with their curls, omg)

[wisp-spinning]

@shirk-raya tol boi and smol boy!

[acesinadeck]

idea by @shirk-raya

send me the name of your freak fam oc, and ill tell you ace's opinion of them, plus my first instinct on how i think they met!

[timetravellingstoryteller-blog]

Saka

 It refers to legacy, more to the mother's heritage of the legacy of the father . It covers all the inherited things including peso treasure, pesca land and so on. 

Saka also refers to a kind of subtle creature , possibly from the jinn / satan , which is preserved for the purpose of self-sufficiency. It is said to be in various forms and appearance. From this it is usually inherited from generation to generation by the heirs even without their knowledge. It is usually required to be maintained with a randomized meal ( eggs , roasted chicken , yellow glutinous rice ) according to the consent of the original master. Usually owners will call from them with various calls including declaration, grandfather, companions, companions and other calls.

From this it must be passed on to others before his master dies. If not, the owner is hard-headed or he is making a disturbance by disturbing the old owner's neighbors.

It is inherently inherited among the original owners of the family, but there is also an opinion stating that this can be passed on to anyone and the way to be left out consists of either by shaking hands or by uttering such as: "You are my best friend of the world and hereafter. "

Goals

The science of this is usually claimed as a means of self-preservation or property rather than an enemy. There are different types, depending on the purpose and purpose of the original owner and the type of / jin that is found. Additionally, it may also be used for an enemy or a person hated by the owner.

Advantages 

This can be used to help the owner in his daily work, such as farming, hunting, etc. As an example of the ear, it allows his master to listen to animal movements while hunting.

Types of Saka

Saka refers to all types of jinn / shaitan accompanied by a person and this includes: -

Toyol

Polong

Pelesit

Hantu raya

From animals

Puntianak

Langsuir

Delete

Ghost

Weakness 

This black witch practitioner or astray is a shirk in Islamic religion .

From this will be moved to the heirs after the death of the master of the original and those who are not kept in hostage will incline his new master. This poses a problem because new masters usually do not know the presence and the will. The longer it is inherited, the more difficult it is to remove it.

From those who are not inherited heirs will usually roam and will rage and disturb the people around. Normally, if the heir is a strong man, then it will move to the little boy.

Removal 

Saka usually difficult to get rid of. Therefore it is usually persuaded to spend in a container known as random and drifting through the river to the sea, or sometimes it is tied to an object that is perceived to be permanent to prevent it from wandering disturbing the masses.

[swynlake-rp]

"I made a mistake. I trusted someone I shouldn’t, and now the world’s broken.”

FULL NAME: Raya Tran BASED ON: Raya (Raya and the Last Dragon) FACE CLAIM: Up-to-player PRONOUNS: Up-to-player BIRTHDAY:  Up-to-Player CURRENT STATUS: Open

Character Information || cw: death ||

The daughter of a National Dragon, Raya just missed the cut off to qualify for the position herself

Still, she has dedicated her life to serving the Dragon Order and helping Magicks everywhere!

But after her father gave his life for the Order, she’s begun to be a bit distrustful of the organization

… especially when his successor seems super lazy and uninterested in helping!

In fact, she ran off and shirked all her duties – what gives!

Raya is in charge of tracking the missing National Dragon down, and the search has taken her to Swynlake… 

✓  Dutiful, playful, wise

✖  Headstrong, distrustful, suspicious 

Character Suggestions

Southeast Asian 

Current Relationships

None

Possible Relationships

Click here!

Magical Abilities

Dragon —not the same as a shadow, they can transform into a dragon at will and it is very much them in control. In human form they have some enhanced strength and dexterity. They can also turn specific parts of their body into their dragon equivalent

[hedeoseo-blog]

Travel Tips And Hacks You Must Know Before Travelling To Bali

Bali, Indonesia, often referred to as the ‘island of Gods,’ is known around the world for its stunningly spectacular beaches, centuries old temples, unique culture, and traditional music and dance. This tropical paradise is famous for offering great value for money, and hence is frequented by tourists from around the world. If you are planning to visit this exotic destination, then read on. The hacks and tips to travelling in Bali that are featured below will make your trip even more enjoyable:

1. Get a multiplug adaptor or the world adaptor - Like any other place in the world, you will need to carry a multiplug adapter while traveling to Bali. Keep in mind that here, they use the 2-pin socket and plug. An adapter will prove to be extremely handy, helping you power up your mobile, laptop or any other essential electronic device, while on the go.

Best brands to pick: USB Charger Plug Syncwire, Poweradd travel charger, or the USB Travel Power Strip.

2. Put your bargaining shoes on! - Shopping is a must while you are on a vacation. So, it is only correct that you hit the market when you are travelling to Bali. Though relatively cheaper than several other tourist destinations, ensure your wallet does not do the talking while you are out shopping. It is best to talk to the locals around before shopping, as it will give you a fair idea of the actual prices and more in tune of the goodies that you wish to purchase. Once you have a fair idea, you can haggle vigorously at various stores and agree to an acceptable price. You can use your HE deo for the time being to stay fresh throughout your shopping spree.

Some of the go-to markets are: Jalan pantai kuta, Jalana raya ubud, Jalan monkey forest, Jalan legion and many more.

3. Carry cash - When in Bali, you will find that a lot of small stalls, markets, restaurants, and travel agencies will accept cash only. Cards, be they debit or credit, are only accepted in larger stores. And, since ATMs aren’t always around, it is advised to carry cash with you. Keep in mind that you shouldn’t carry a lot, but enough to easily travel around. To get your hands on the Indonesian Rupiah, you could simply get your crispy hundreds and have them exchanged them at the airport when travelling to Bali.

The nifty exchange rate is: 100 INR equals 20751.02 Indonesian Rupiah

4. Dress appropriately - Although a haven for tourists from around the world, you must keep in mind the local traditions while enjoying in the islands. It is recommended to cover your knees with a long skirt or a sarong when visiting the ancient temples in Bali. Try to cover your shoulders as well, as the local population does the same. Beachwear as an attire will not be easily accepted in many places due to their strict dress-codes. But, you can call ahead of time to know about the dress code if you are not sure. Also, do use some of the best perfumes for men to stay fresh.

Bonus point: You can rock your wardrobe in some bars, pubs and clubs like Kuta and many more that are exempt of dress codes.

Also, a few street markets like Jalan raya seminyak and Jalan raya kerobokan offer you a mix of local and international fashion boutiques, galleries and many other options to choose your look.

5. ‘Stay’ on point! - You can book for the best hotel options easily, going from surfer hostels to super villas. The choices are endless but you can shirk your accommodation worries with the cheapest option of homestays. Homestays involve staying in a family run property and experiencing the local way of living. While you may not find these on the travel booking sites but it can easily be found around the place. Also, it could be big on cost cutting when travelling to Bali. Opt for HE Deo and be on point!

 Check these out: The poppies lane for some affordable and amazing homestay options. Also, check the Great Villa Zara, Villa La Coca, Villa Agni and many more for experiencing the warm hospitality of Bali.

6. Dig into the yummy foods - Nasi Goreng, Nasi Campur and Mie Goreng are some of the best local delicacies. Do not be afraid to try out the local food stall to enjoy the authentic taste. What's more, is that eating local is also the cheapest way to eat in Bali. Dig into the yummy culture at the 'warung' which means the snack hut to find the best of local food. So remember to stay hydrated and satiate the foodie in you when travelling to Bali.  

Do visit: Gabah restaurant and bar, RIMBA’s Kampoeng Bali, Bale Udang, and Selingsing Cepaka to delight your palate.

7. Be Bali Belly careful - Keeping you and your tummy healthy is an important factor when you are travelling. You might take time to adjust well to the food and the weather in Bali so remember to stay hydrated. Get Bali's version of Gatorade - Pocari sweat to do so. The over-conscious traveller could carry some activated charcoal just in case. Chances are you do not have much to worry about, so simply be spontaneous and enjoy everything Bali has to offer.

Tip: Do carry the Balinese version of Gatorade – Pocari sweat to beat the heat.

Foodies do not miss: Fair warung bale, Warong legong, Putu’s wild ginger, Warung nia

8. Bottled water is the way to go – Opting for bottled water is the mantra when travelling. The same goes for Bali. As you’re not a local, and you don’t really know what works well with your stomach and what doesn’t, always drink bottled water and ask for the same at the places you go to. 

9. Humidity prep – Bali is a fairly warm place, owing to its positioning from the equator. Pack light when travelling to Bali as the humidity is usually high there. You can also add some of the best perfumes for men to keep yourself properly groomed.

10. Sim cards are super cheap – Like most of the South East Asian countries, Whatsapp rules the social connectivity world. Make sure you get a local SIM card from any of the vendors around or even at the airport. Buy one of the known good brands such as Telkomsel Flash 4G and you are good to go. Be sure to get a package that includes data and call credit. If getting a SIM card is too much of a commitment, stay connected round the clock with the WIFI which is available everywhere.

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[viiperfang]

Detective Roger Davis's report:

"I'm writing everything I know about Los Santos' "Black Demon" in case something happens to me. I feel he's gotten wind I know too much.

Name: Shirk ??? Raya Age: 22 Aliases: "Black Demon" "The Dragon" Gender: Male Hair Color: Red (Dyed???) Eye Color: Green Tattoos: A brand-like mark on his right hip. Other Identifying Marks: Scars across nose and lip.

Relationships: x Close with Chaos Crew's leader, Ace. Maybe more than friends? x Friends with rest of crew. x Not fond of Fakes, hates Vagabond (They're,,, eerily similar. If I had never seen them both in the same place, perhaps I would have thought them to be one in the same.)

Skills: x Killing in numerous ways x Weapons, including Guns, Knives, Axes, his hands… x Agility (Speed somewhat lacking due to size but the man can Move) x Singing (who knew a murderer has such a lovely voice?)

Crew: Seemingly works alone, seen with the Chaos Crew for some god-forsaken reason.

Fears: x Sleeping (???) x Sexual Advances x People seeing his body x Rats

Vices: x Smokes x Drinks x Fights in Fighting Rings x Pulling his hair

History: Born to [ineligible] and [smudged]. Ran away from home with his sister, Alandria, at the ages of 8 and 6 respectively. A man, George Smith, took them in, seemingly in good graces. However, by the age of 10, Shirk was running drug deliveries and stealing for their 'adoptive father'. This is probably how the kid got into the crime life. Sources also tell me that the man demanded sexual favors from the kid. As he got older, the jobs went from deliveries to straight-up murders and more, unsavory things. [The rest of the paragraph is unable to be read to to blood and smudging.]

At the age of 16 Shirk killed Smith, took his sister with him, and fled the city. They ended up in Los Santos where Shirk became a merc for hire to make money for his sister to go to college. He has become one of the best killers in the city, extremely quickly--"

The report is unfinished. There is blood staining the paper, making some of the works hard to make out. You fear the worst.

@artlesscomedic Here it is! My crimnal for the Chaos Crew! Don’t worry, a sort of,,, origin story for how he met and became friends w/ Ace and their crew is coming! His face paint under his mask is modeled after a sugar skull, and he has glowy bits within the mask. He has a lot of hair, but the mane on w/ his mask is fake hair/fur/whatever. The headshots in the corner are w/ the mask and underneath the mask. He’s like, 7′1. Tall as fucking shit, my dudes. I fucking,,, forgot to color his gauge. WELP.

[shirk-raya]

Castle of Glass [ One-Shot ]

Characters: Shirk, Vinny ( @vinnydoesbad​ ), Disaster ( @disaster-doll​ ), Ace ( @acesinadeck​ ), Vulpe (mentioned, mine.), Dr. Majesty (mentioned, @ a-wanderin-whirlybird ) Rating: T for language, graphic descriptions of violence and heavy topics Warnings: Heavy amounts of blood, graphic descriptions of violence, mentioned kidnapping, mentioned torture, hurt/comfort, angst, allusions of self harm, needles, self care of injuries, head injuries, character going nonverbal, panic attacks, sign language Word Count: 4,036 Words Relationships: Shirk/Ace/Disaster/Vinny (The New Gods) Summary: Prompt fill:  "You can't expect me to believe nothing happened, not when you flinch every time something touches you." A/N: So, uh, remember that fluffy drabble I posted not long ago? Yeah, this is the complete fucking opposite. Sorry that I’m not sorry. This was written in one night, without sleep, and not proofread, so if there are any mistakes, welp. This is rather heavy, so read at your own risk.  I like making my boy suffer ;3c

The clouds rolled low over the tops of the buildings, hung heavy with bellies full of the promise of rain, threatening to break their hold at a moment's notice. They completely covered the sky in a thick blanket, blotting out the moon and stars which twinkled high above without a second thought about what occurred below their light. The only illumination that lit up the dingy streets were the flickering street lights, old and unkempt, which lined the black asphalt in mirrored, uniform lines. A dark, hulking shape shuffled itself through their pockets of light, hunched in on them and sending darting glances to every shadow like the world itself was readying to pounce on them. Their left leg dragged uselessly behind them with a quiet, and all too loud, scuffing noise. A long, jagged metal pipe was held in a white-knuckled grip in their left hand, a serrated knife hanging loosely from their right. Both had rivers of blood and ichor falling away in a rhythmic drip, drip, drip as the person slowly made their way through the streets, leaving a bloody trail that mingled with the person's own blood.

 Bright red, disheveled hair was lit up underneath a street light, calling focus to the gore and unsavory grime that caused the ruby strands to clump disgustingly together, staining their head and neck an ugly shade of red. A flash of lighting followed shortly by a sharp crack of thunder caused the figure to seize up, hands clenching impossibly tighter around the weapons held within. When no one jumped out from the darkness, no glint of a gun meeting their eye from within the creeping shadows, they let their shoulders slump and began their trekk once again. Another flash of lighting and another sharp CRACK thundering through the sky caused the person to jump and glance upwards in an unsteady squint, green eyes weary and unfocused. A fat drop of rain, bone-chilling and foreboding, fell between their eyes, causing them to flinch away from the freezing touch and pick up their slow shuffle to a slightly faster amble.

 As the clouds finally broke under their pressure and the rain began to pelt down painful bullets of ice-cold water in earnest, soaking everything their chill-inducing hands grasped, including the lone figure in the street. A familiar building rose out from the darkness like a beacon of hope. The abandoned mall. A painful smile cracked across the person's face despite the way they flinched violently against every thunderous wave, splitting a previously unseen cut across their bottom lip open again and spilling fresh blood down their chin, rough with unshaven stubble. Their amble picked up speed once again, and they forced weight on their injured leg, sending sharp spikes of agony up their spine into their chest with every step. Each excruciating step brought them closer and closer to safety.

 They finally, and quite literally, stumbled into the building, water cascading off of them in waves and mixing with the bloody footprints left behind after every step as they made their way to the single elevator in the middle of the main entrance area. They stepped into the elevator and hit the floor they wanted to go to. As soon as the doors slid shut, they collapsed heavily onto the railing, weapons clattering heavily to the carpeted floor with a series of dull thuds. The mantra that was being chanted in their head like a song on repeat thudded painfully loud within their skull. I am Shirk Raya, the Dragon of Los Santos. I will not betray my family. I will not give in. I am Shirk Raya, the Dragon-

 The doors opened with a cheerful chime and he stooped down to pick up the abandoned weapons before stepping off the elevator, watching dully as the doors slid closed once again. He then slowly turned, head and leg throbbing painfully with every beat of his heart, and shambled down the short hallway to the room he knew was his. He fished out his keys-the only thing left on his person after his captors destroyed everything else-from his jacket pocket, unlocking his door with a cuh-chunk and taking a single step into the dark threshold. The door shut with a soft click behind him and he finally allowed himself to relax, beaten and battered body nearly giving out where he stood.

 Shirk was exhausted, wanted nothing more than to sleep, but he knew that it was highly unlikely he would get any amount of rest for a while, what little sleep he would manage to capture would almost surely be plagued with nightmares. Plus, he was getting nowhere near any of his furniture being covered in slick blood as he was. First thing: shower. Tend to his wounds. Eat or drink whatever he could stomach without throwing it back up. A flash of lightning alighting the room through the single window to his left caused the normally fearless man to startle so violently he nearly passed out, a vice-like grip crushing his lungs and causing his heart to pound painfully against his ribs. He quickly scurried like a frightened cat to the bathroom, closing the door tightly and locking it before allowing himself to breathe. He kept the lights off, didn't want to see himself in the mirror until he was at least somewhat presentable, and turned the shower on as hot as it could get. He had enough cold water to last a lifetime-

 A quick shake of his head dislodged the memory, and he quickly shucked off his clothes and climbed into the shower, not for the first time glad it had a seat-like slab in it as his busted leg finally gave out on him and he fell heavily onto it. He let the blistering water pour over his skin, washing away the physical reminders of what had happened barely hours ago. He felt more than saw the blood wash down the drain, no doubt coloring the water a horrid red as it swirled around. He quickly cleaned himself, taking extra time and special care on his hair, making sure it was completely clean and snarl free before moving onto his injured body. He washed himself down the best he could, mindful of every fresh wound and abrasion, some still dribbling blood even as he cleaned them. He attempted to move his left leg to give some attention to it, but it spasming sharply at the smallest movement caused him to forgo cleaning the limb entirely.

 He shut the water off and clambered out of the shower ungracefully, left leg refusing to bear anymore weight. He grabbed one of the towels off the rack- leaning most of his weight onto the bathroom counter- and patted himself dry, ignoring the white linen turning red in spots as he did so. Once suitably dried off, he wrapped the towel around his waist and turned the light on, ducking his head at the bright assault to his eyes. Once his eyes adjusted to the change in light, he opened them and glanced at himself in the mirror. The man staring back was hollow-cheeked, with sunken eyes and cuts and scrapes littering his face. The beginnings of a beard colored his chin and cheeks, below the dark hair his skin was pale and sickly. The man's eyes lacked any emotion in them, being closed off and mistrusting of everything.

 The only thing that told Shirk it was him and not some stranger were the all too familiar scars brandished across his face. This wasn't the man Shirk had left as three weeks ago, this wasn't who he remembered. He didn't have the beard, or the nearly feral look in his eyes for starters. Unfamiliarity stung as his brain and he tore his eyes away from his face, to take inventory on the rest of his body. Numerous new wounds- some already scarred, others fresh- littered what unmarred skin he once had. Some were sticky and hot with infection, and yet others were scabbed over uncomfortably. A plethora of different wounds in different states of healing; most intentional, torturous wounds meant to hurt, not kill, though a few were gained in his escape-

 He once again shook his thoughts away, moving to crouch in front of the sink and rummage through the cabinets. Shirk pulled out his first aid supplies, including a needle and stitches, and began to patch himself up. He'd maybe go to Doc Majesty, but probably not. Never does seek out her aid, lady makes him nervous, only when forced to go or on death's door would he find himself at her lair. He found he had zoned out, deft fingers working on auto pilot as he sewed and bandaged himself up. His torso and arms were done, all that was left was his leg.

 Which, unfortunately, had the head of a crossbow bolt stuck in his calf. Not one of the small ones, one meant for hunting large game, broad and triangular. He kneeled down so all his weight was on his right leg, moving his left to a position where he could reach the wound. Prodding gently, not without sharp pain radiating out from each touch, he located the foreign object. Holding his left hand over top it from the outside, he grit his teeth and took a deep breath. Positioning his right hand, he dug his finger into the wound, biting his tongue to keep from making a noise. He breathed heavily through his nose, the stench of blood and antiseptic clogging up his senses. He fished around and his finger finally brushed over the hard edge of the arrowhead, and he quickly yanked it out, pressing in with his left hand to staunch the fresh blood flow from the wound. He couldn't help the pained grunt- too loud- from escaping his lips, and he stilled, holding his breath.

 Shirk thought he heard movement from outside the bathroom, so he waited, daring not to breathe, listening for anything further. When no other sounds greeted his ears, he turned back to his leg, grabbing the stitches with a hand he refused to acknowledge was shaking. He quickly stitched the offending limb back up, wrapped a tight bandage around the rushed job, and stood up, still bearing most of his weight on his right leg. He washed his hands, ignoring the one injury he refused to touch-they re-carved BEAST just below the brand.

 He couldn't help the way his eyes drifted down to the age-old brand, phantom pain of the hot metal biting into his skin causing the muscle underneath to twitch and jolt as if it were being branded all over again. He swallowed, throat dry, and remembered step three of his plan. Get something to drink. Easy. The nausea suddenly rolling in his gut promised he'd be unable to eat anything, but he's gone this long without food, what's a few more hours? Shirk pointedly ignored his ribs poking out from under his skin, and turned to the door. He hesitated, glancing back at the mess he left; a pool of blood, used bandages and towels, other medical supplies strewn about… He'd clean up later, he decided. He really needed water. He hesitated again, before praising the Gods he kept a spare change of clothes in bathroom for times like this. He quickly threw on the sweatpants and t-shirt, not bothering to tie up his hair.

 He swung open the door without second guessing again, turning out the bathroom light as he did so. Another grumble of thunder caused him to jump. Shit, he fucking forgot it was storming. What a damn coward. Jumping at a little thunder. He let out a quiet, humorless laugh, limping his way towards the kitchen. The knife and the broken pipe he had brought home with him sat on the wooden table, neatly placed. Strange, he didn't remember putting them there. He could've sworn he had dropped them somewhere by the door…

 The hairs on the back of his neck rose, and that was his only warning before footsteps approached behind him. His hand reflexively reached out and wrapped around the handle of the knife, and he ducked into a crouch, springing away from the person behind him. They gasped. He whirled around and bared his teeth, pushing the pain away. Brandishing the knife like a sword, he narrowed his eyes, just seeing the outline of the person standing before him. Their hands were raised, hands empty. Shirk didn't trust them-

 The light turned on and he violently flinched, backing up on instinct. His foot hit the counter, his bad leg, and sent a shock of pure agony up. He groaned, resisting the urge to grab his leg, and opened his eyes into a glare. As the people in front of him came into focus, he froze, knife clattering to the floor. Disaster was the one who came up behind him, in a nightgown, eyes flashing with worry and confusion. Ace stood behind her, slowly putting down the book they had grabbed. Vinny was over by the door, looking ready to bolt but trusting Shirk enough not to hurt any of them. All the fight in him left in a rush and he suddenly felt light-headed, headache back double-fold and leg angrily pulsing in pain with every heartbeat. He slowly lowered himself so he was sitting on the floor and hung his head, focused on drawing in breaths that didn't cause his chest to shudder.

 The rush of blood in his ears receded, and a voice right in front of him- too close, too close- replaced it. "-irk! Shirk, answer me!" His head snapped up and he attempted to scoot away, panic seizing his body again, but his back was to the counters so he had nowhere to go. He was trapped. His hand reached for the knife again against his own accord- "Woah, shhh, it's okay." Disaster was crouched in front of him, trying to calm him down, hands held out once again. He hand gripped around the blade of the knife, serrated edge slicing easily into his palm. "Please put down the knife," she told him in a calm, soothing tone. She was too close. He hand reached out to touch his arm, his vision swam, and he curled away from her outstretched palm.

 He heard Ace- or was it Vinny?- ask something in a scared voice, but all he could focus on was how close Disaster was and how he wanted her to back up. "Nnn," he tried, mouth unable to form the words his brain was screaming.

 "Shirk?" Disaster asked, attention back on him.

 "Bhhh," he tried again, frustration mounting the fear. His eyebrows furrowed, and his hand clenched further around the knife. The bite of the blade didn't register in his mind. "Bhhk," he ground out, chest heaving-in anger? In fear? He wasn't sure-and heart somewhere in his stomach.

 "I don't understand, sweety," Disaster told him, and he nearly brought his head back to connect with the cabinets behind him, but barely restrained himself.

 A sudden thought came to him, and his hand slowly uncurled around the knife. He brought his hands to his chest, shaking like a leaf. He refused to look at Disaster or Vinny, instead meeting Ace's eyes. 'Back up,' he signed at them. Again and again, repeating himself. 'Back up. Back up. Back up back up back up-'

 It took a few tries, Shirk's movements jerky and sloppy, but Ace's eyes soon lit up in recognition. "He wants you to back up, I think?" When Shirk nodded, too desperately in his opinion, Disaster's mouth turned to a deep frown, but she moved away a couple of feet, finally giving Shirk room to breath.

 "Shirk," Vinny piped up, moving to sit next to Disaster. Now that Shirk didn't look like he would shank one of them or hurt himself out of fear, they felt more confident to approach, in slow, deliberate movements like one would do around a frightened dog. That's what he was, huh? A fucking scared animal. "What happened?" Vinny's word stopped Shirk's train of thought, face shuttering over.

 He wanted to tell them, he really did. But something held him back, something screaming about not trusting anyone, something scared and broken from weeks of torture and abuse. His hands moved of their own accord.

 "'I'm fine, nothing happened,'" Ace translated, settling near the other two.

 "Bullshit," both Vinny and Disaster said at the same time.

 "You can't expect me to believe nothing happened, not when you flinch every time something touches you," Disaster told him. Her tone rose as she spoke, clearly upset, and Shirk had to fight back the instinct to curl away from her volume. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction of proving her words.

 He glared back at her. 'I'm fine,' he stressed, ignoring the blood dripping down his arm. 'Nothing happened. Got a little banged up, that's all.'

 "Shirk," Ace said quietly, after translating. "Why are you lying to us?"

 'I'm not-'

 "You are," Vinny told him. Shirk raised his hands to sign something back when they stood up a little too quickly. Shirk shifted before he realized, back in a crouch and fingers brushing the knife again. "You wouldn't look 10 seconds from slitting one of us if something didn't happen."

 Shirk curled his lip at that, averting his eyes. Damn Roach was too perceptive for their own good. He startled when he looked back and saw Vinny closer than they had been. Not within touching distance, but closer. Shirk's breath caught in his throat.

 "What happened?"

 Shirk wanted to use words, his voice, for this. He forced his mouth to work, frowning at its reluctance to do what he wanted. It had been over a week since he spoke. "I-its nnnothing you neeed to con-concernn yourselvess about," he started, slowly and haltingly. His words came out slurred, and for the first time he worried about brain damage. Maybe that's why his head hurt so much.

 "Shirk, we just want to help you," Disaster piped up, having moved closer too. Ace wasn't far behind her, in the process of crab-walking over beside her.

 It was like a dam broke, and something that had been misplaced clicked in his brain, mouth suddenly spouting words he didn't want to be spoken aloud. "What do you want me to say?" he nearly shouted, voice wavering and cracking from lack of use. "I fucked up, okay? I got caught, I was stupid, I fucked up." His breaths were coming out in gasps, but he couldn't stop the words anymore. "I was caught, and tortured for three fucking weeks, and I didn't think you were coming-" his voice cracked harshly, but he barreled on, "and to top the shit pie, it was the fucking Burgundy Beasts who got me. I was in their grasp again and I was alone and I didn't know what to do-" His voice broke completely, and his legs gave out below him. He gripped his hair, finally allowing his head to connect with the surface behind him with a CRACK. "He's coming, he's coming, and we're all fucking screwed because he's on his way," he said, quieter. A shudder passed through him, and he whispered, "I thought you weren't coming for me."

 "Shirk," Ace started, but Shirk cut them off with a frantic shake of his head.

 "You know how fucking scary it is, to be tortured for three weeks, and you try, oh you try to hold on hope that help is coming. They have the best damn hacker in Los Santos minutes away, of fucking course they're on their way. But the days pass and the torture gets worse, you go fucking insane trying not to say anything, and then you realize the ones you love aren't coming. If they were, they'd be there by now. You start to doubt they ever loved you at all," he told them, tears welling up in his eyes. God he was so fucking weak, crying like a bitch over this. "Do you know how that feels?"

 A spur-of-the-moment thought made him lift his shirt up and off, showing the bandages hiding new and old wounds he would normally never show anyone. He almost unwound the white linen, but just  stopped short of doing so. Brain damage was likely. He gestured to the scars, peeking from beneath the bandages, across his chest in anger, staring at Disaster and Ace who didn't know what the Beasts were capable of. "Do you know how it feels to be ripped to pieces, day in and day out? To have old wounds-" he gestured with his bloody hand to the re-carved words under the brand- "reopened with the intent of breaking you?" He ended with strained breaths, entire body shaking.

 "Shit dude," Ace whispered, getting elbowed in the side by Disaster. No one knew what to say for a moment, the only sound being Shirk's ragged breathing, too fast to be healthy.

 Vinny moved first, breaking the tension that had fallen over them. They moved forward, slowly and deliberately, knowing that when Shirk got like this a hug was the best thing to do. They got within a couple of inches and paused. "Can I touch you?"

 Shirk started to shake his head no, but changed his mind and nodded a quick yes. His eyes were screwed up against the tears that still threatened to spill. When Vinny's arms wrapped around his body, he jumped, inhaling sharply. But he quickly melted into the hug, arms coming up to clutch at Vinny's back. "I thought-I thought-" he blabbered, barely suppressed sobs shaking his frame. "I-I thought y-you-" he hiccuped, pressing his face into Vinny's chest.

They had never actually seen Shirk break down like this, but the two had some close moments when talking about their shared experiences within the Burgundy Beasts, and they simply ran their hand through Shirk's hair, shushing him whenever the babbling got to incomprehensible. Disaster and Ace soon joined them, wrapping their own arms around Shirk's frame- which was much thinner than they remembered-and giving him soothing words and touches. They avoided any and all fresh wounds, sticking to his head, his neck, his arms.

 His sobs quieted, exhaustion settling over his body, and he pulled away from them, eyes glassy. He crossed his arms across his bare chest, frowning at himself. In a fit of anger towards his actions and words over the past… however long, scooped the knife up off the floor and stood. The others gave him questioning, almost doubtful looks as he turned the blade in his hand. He stabbed it behind him into the counter top before he mumbled something and stomped away to the living room and collapsing face-down onto the couch. He felt someone gently grab his hand in their own and had to force himself to not snatch it back. They wrapped something around the cut down his palm, and he signed 'thank you' from the side of his head, unwilling to move his face from the pillow.

 He heard Ace mumble something about how he "had mood swings so violent it'd must hurt," from behind him, and then heard what sounded like a smack followed Ace whining.

 Shirk realized dully that he never got the water he was originally after, and he fought with himself whether or not to get up and get it. One the one hand, laying down for the first time in weeks felt so good, and the sleep was pulling at his body. On the other, he was unwilling to sleep as he knew what would happen if he did. Mind made up, he went to push himself up when a comforting weight settled onto his back. Hands started carding through his hair, and Shirk sighed in bliss, pressing his head back into the hands. He could… lay here for a little longer. At least, until whoever was on top of him moved. The hands didn't still and he found his thoughts slowing and his consciousness being pulled away from him. He would get up… he would. Just after... he took a small nap. -- A/N: There are some questions left unanswered, which aren’t spoilers for a maybe story about what happened before, so I’ll put them here: Q: What prevented Enigma and the others from finding Shirk for so long? Also how was he not found during a sweep of Los Santos if he was missing for so long? Were they under the pretense that he’d be out of communications for a while? A: Shirk had been out on a job, gather intel and spy on a group that was claiming a little too much land within the city, and while told not to engage, followed them back to their base in the mt Chilliad region. The group happened to be a subset of the Beasts, and Vulpe themself was personally visiting the crew to make sure things were running smoothly. There was a shootout and Shirk was overwhelmed and captured.  No one thought anything was wrong until too many missed calls, and bu that time it was too late. Vulpe is a Specialist, not only an expert with strange weapons (ahem, the crossbow) , they're also rather good when it comes to covering tracks, whether physical or digital. They wiped all the cameras before the Freaks realized shirk was MIA. Their base is underground, like one of the bunkers in-game, and hidden, its no wonder they didn't find him.  Q: How far did he walk from where he was being held to the mall? He’d have to be pretty close, right, or did he walk for over 24 hours? Wouldn’t they have found him then? A:  He didn’t walk far, but where he was being held was not near the city at all. Opposite side of the island, in fact. The final fight actually happened quite close to the city. They were transporting him to the docks to send him to the main land, to Fabian, and he broke out of the van, killed the men who were driving and fought Vulpe again, this time getting away (was it purposeful on Vulpe's part to let him flee? yes. Did they let him leave unscathed? The arrowhead in his calf says otherwise.) Q: Was he tortured the entire three weeks or would it alternate between days of torture and days of isolation? Because would’t he die if it was three weeks of consecutive torture? A: It did alternate between torture and isolation. Vulpe did want information, yes, but the intent of everything was to make Shirk hurt and weak, before Fabian could fully break him. Vulpe never forgave Shirk for what he did to their beautiful Leader’s face.

Q: Why is everyone in Shirk’s apartment, anyway? Don’t they all have rooms/apartments within the Mall? Why weren’t they out looking for him? A: Well, yes, they do. But you know when someone misses their s/o who’s on a trip or smth, so they wear their clothes and sleep on their side of the bed and stuff? It’s a comfort thing. They all missed Shirk, and the easiest place to regroup without feeling so hopeless was his apartment. They broke in, of course, but Shirk doesn’t need to know that. And the reason they weren’t all out is because they were getting rest and regrouping. They had been looking all day, and when this happens it’s really late at night/early in the morning. Like, 2-3 AM. People need their rest, whether or not any of them were actually sleeping. Q: Who the fuck is Vulpe? Why are they important? Why are they after Shirk? A: Oh! They’re someone we haven’t properly met yet! One of the Fox Twins, and one of the two Third-in-Command, Fabian’s most trusted crew members. They take turns with their sibling, Corsac, running the Los-Santos branch of the Burgundy Beasts, and all the smaller crews owned affiliated with them. You’ll learn more about them later, as well as the Beasts as a whole.

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Shirk in A6 :)

Hi. Has this prompt been sitting in my inbox since early February? Perhaps. Do I have any excuse for my heinous inability to get anything done in a timely manner? Sure fuckin dont bud.

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