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[painofhumanity]

“Get angry about it.” - bullying the traumatized / to Morgan, maybe dream!Isen?

bullying the traumatized

"Oh, I'm already there." Morgan slugged Isen as hard as he could. "I've been there for a while." There wasn't much left in him besides the anger, at this point. It felt like it was a creature consuming him from the inside out. Isen had to know that already. Surely that was his plan, to break Morgan so thoroughly that he could then build him back up as some sort of pet he could use on his whim. And Morgan hated him for it. He hated Isen for keeping him from Yuki, for cutting and burning and breaking him over and over again, for showing him that no matter how much it hurt, he could never actually escape the pain, even in death. Hate and anger. It was all he had left. Well. Maybe not the only thing.

"You wanted the monster, right, Isen?" Morgan felt a change come over him; Yuki had tried to describe what he looked like when he got like this, but Morgan had a feeling nothing did it justice. Not if the looks on people's faces when they saw him were anything to go by. Yuki could never quite explain how dark Morgan's eyes became, or how the planes of his face shifted until he didn't look human any more. "You wanted the monster," Morgan repeated, relishing in the power he felt. "You got him."

[arealmunited]

@threebreaths

It was supposed to be a simple drop off, in and out with no problems, that’s what Yamamoto was told at the meeting.  He should have asked more questions, like why did they need someone of his skill to drop off a briefcase of information.  While the client didn’t say who he was giving the information to, just that Yamamoto would know once he saw them, he already knew that they had some power to them as soon as he saw the men in suits standing outside the hotel he understood why. 

There was just something about these men that put Yamamoto on edge, while he couldn’t place his finger on what it was, he knew that he shouldn’t let his guard down at any point during this transaction.

“Couldn’t make things easy for me,” he mumbled adjusting the sword that he had strapped on his back, Yamamoto made his way into the hotel.  Inside were a few more men in suits, though none of them stuck out to him as to who the drop off would be.  His grip tight on the briefcase, he took a seat in the far corner of the lobby as he continued to watch the room.

Out of the corner of his eye Yamamoto noticed that one of the men near the door was now on the phone, hopefully to contact the drop off.  

[noblehcart]

@threebreaths

"- oh do let me take a guess. marcus has gotten himself into a situation again, hasn't he? "

he was dreadfully tired of cleaning up his brother's messes and yet here he was. taking marcus' call and upon hearing a distinctly unfamiliar voice he could only surmise a handful of options. when it wasn't buying the silences of his numerous partners, it was paying off officials and buying out various 'items' in order to get his notorius sibling out of trouble. it was damn lucky that they had a variety of incomes aside from their generational wealth because at this rate they would be bankrupt at the year's end.

he was very close to just leaving marcus to fend for himself- if he didn't have a heart that was.

unfortunately he dearly loved his little brother.

his last of kin and felt the ire flare up at the fact that he would be once again dragged into rescuing him. so he stood at the balcony of his penthouse overlooking london and held the phone tensely waiting to hear what nonsense his brother had gotten into.

"what has he done now, hm? something to your person? property? finances?" jaw ticked slightly as he thought over the possibilities. "wife or sister, perhaps?" he had been meaning to get his brother neutered eventually.

[painofhumanity]

". . . The fact that I don't know, and you do, is all that's protecting you," Morgan growled. He forced himself up with a groan and had to blink quickly to clear his vision when it went spotty. Blood loss or exhaustion? He wasn't sure.

"'m up," he grunted. "Whaddya want, now?"

He told Isen he'd cooperate, but never once did he say that he would be pleasant. If that pissed the man off, well. . .he was already killing Morgan slowly.

Isen regarded Morgan with the kind of disapproval one would give a child throwing a tantrum. If the boy thought he held any leverage, Isen would already be dead. Everything hinged on the fact that he'd kept Yuki's location a secret to most everyone, save for a few servants who occasionally checked in. After all, why take the chance that Morgan would simply kill him and torture his way through each of his men to find his little boyfriend?

No, Yuki would wait until Isen had broken Morgan for good. He may claw at the walls of his damp, dark enclosure, wearing his fingers down to the bone. He may be too weak to move by now, with the occasional meal and just enough water to keep him breathing. Regardless, he was trapped until Isen decided otherwise.

"Tell me," he began, unwilling to even call Morgan by his name. "Where is Yuki now?"

[soulfulempathy]

# SOULFULEMPATHY - Yuki Hashikawa, an independent original character, an empath, a broken man clinging to his compassion for dear life. Extensive original lore, a companion blog to @threebreaths. May contain triggering content. Est January 2024. Written by Lily. HOME | ASK | CARRD

[joyffree]

[painofhumanity]

"Get up." /To Morgan or Miranda, I'll let you fill in the context lol

always accepting random things!

"Go to hell," Morgan groaned, making no move to get off the floor. His body felt like it was on fire; he'd never been so acutely aware of his body stitching itself back together before Isen's little experiments, but now. . .he could feel the nerves reconnecting. Morgan's body twitched while his wounds healed and he groaned again.

[soulfulempathy]

Introduction

Independent fandomless OC blog, est. January 2024. Welcome! I am OC friendly and love playing with both OCs and canon characters! This blog is paired with @threebreaths, where I play my other OC and the main antagonist of Yuki's story, Isen Reiou. Please visit my Carrd below.

About the mun: Lily, 27 ♑︎ / ♒︎ (cusp), she/her, white.

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[thiefofcrows]

     Kaz made the same observation as he entered, letting his eyes scan the man before him as he approached. It was obvious by his attire that he had a great deal of money — and the way he wore it, moved in it, the way he held himself and even the choices he made in how to put it all together ... it was instantly clear to Kaz that Isen had always had money.

       He'd never gone hungry, never had to be careful and deliberate about spending, lest he end up on the street. He had always wanted for nothing. Of course, Kaz already knew that from the information he'd gathered on the man, but even without that ... he could see it written all over him.

       So, when Isen made the concious choice to use Kaz's first name instead of leading with his last, it didn't surprise him in the least. The fact that he'd initiated this meeting in the first place told him that Isen at least understood that Kaz was dangerous, not to be underestimated. Regardless, Isen did not see him as an equal and Kaz wasn't about to bow his head and submit. He saw the slight for what it was and he would rise to meet it in kind.

        ❝Isen,❞ Kaz rasped once he came to a stop opposite him. His right brow arched slightly higher than the left and his lips curved in a smirk that was almost unsettling. As if he knew Isen were just about to step into a trap. He wasn't interested in small talk, but ... despite Isen's apparent inclination to take Kaz seriously enough to try not to underestimate him, he still managed it anyway.

He stood with his cane placed in front of him, leather clad hands resting atop the ghastly crows head.

        ❝Likewise. I hope my punishment for Raito didn't start us off on the wrong foot. He drew first blood and trespassed — I gave him the chance to walk away unscathed, but he didn't heed the warning. I couldn't let that slide, I'm sure you understand.❞ Kaz already knew that Isen likely didn't care and, if he was as intelligent as he suspected, he'd long-since cut Raito loose because of it. Isen knew the rules and, while Kaz believed most of the old rules from Per Haskell's time were useless and naive, there were still some he utilized. Even so, he was always prepared for someone to disregard them all.

@thiefofcrows

Only a fool would believe Per Haskell was anything but a figurehead, an old man teetering on the edge of his grave. Not that Haskell had been worth a second thought even in his prime. No, The Dregs had only become a threat very recently, under the command of someone else.

Kaz Brekker was quickly making a name for himself in this city. A skilled thief and respectable fighter, with an affinity for scrounging up leverage against any unlucky soul who crossed his path, Kaz was not to be underestimated. As long as he could take a breath, Kaz was a threat.

It was a miracle that Raito's idiocy hadn't brought his wrath down on Isen, and his ex-henchman ought to count his blessings that Isen hadn't finished the job.

Raito was far from Isen's biggest issue right now. Another, often defiant henchman had been causing problems ever since he abandoned the Blades. Nakoudo Sakasha. He had directly challenged Isen's position, and Isen had responded in kind. Bloody and bruised, Isen had allowed him to limp out the door. Ever since then, Nakoudo had been annoyingly persistent with his little vendetta.

Perhaps, should Kaz offer some assistance, this problem could benefit them both.

He checked his watch. Kaz wasn't late, but Isen had come to this warehouse a few minutes early. The buildings on this street belonged to neither Dregs nor Blades. Just as Isen would not accept an invitation into a lion's den, he was sure Kaz wouldn't, either. If the message had truly been passed on, it shouldn't be much longer.

The door opened and he heard the sound of a wooden cane tapping with every other step. Isen turned to face Kaz. He was dressed in an expensive suit of solid black, with a heavy overcoat. Isen was dressed the opposite, an off-white suit with no tie, the top two buttons of his shirt undone. It was an...interesting contrast.

Kaz seemed to be young only in years. There were heavy dark circles beneath his eyes, the lines of his face aging him far beyond seventeen. He was as tall as Isen and thin, his gait uneven. But knowing Kaz's reputation, that didn't seem to be much of a hinderance.

"I appreciate you meeting me here, Kaz," Isen said at last. He did not extend his hand to shake. "It is nice to finally put a face to a name."

[malka-lisitsa]

Katherine wasn't exactly known for staying in once place very long, but that didn't mean she ever dropped a city for good. Especially not one she really enjoyed. LA was full of low risk feeders, high risk feeders, vampires, and plenty for the vampire to keep busy with. To drown her thoughts out with.

It was no surprise when she got his invitation, she had left the bread crumbs for him to find her on purpose. She loves games after all, and she wanted to see just how his resources and influence had grown.

Sitting in the offered seat, Katherine crossed her arms and smirked at him. Head held high as usual. You see for every year his reputation grew, hers did too. And she's got about five hundred years on him.

"Why not?" She mused easily as she took the drink that was poured for her. She isn't worried about vervain, it hasn't affected her since 1864, and she hopes he's not that stupid. "It's not like this city is in danger of lacking things to do."

She took a sip, clean, good boy.

Katherine set her drink down and leaned forward a little bit, taking control of the conversation. Like she does.

"But I'll cut to the chase, you have a guy- a guy really good at what he does right? A guy who sets up fake identities for your people. I want that guy's services."

Why settle for less than the best when she knows the man who has the best in his back pocket? The vampire expects the usual price. He helps her out, she kills for him. It's such a useful tool to be invincible, stronger and faster than everyone else.

@malka-lisitsa

When he was informed that an old friend had reappeared in LA, of course Isen had arranged a meeting. It was a useful position, to be on the good side of Katherine Pierce. Nearly fifteen years later, Isen intended to stay there.

That was, if Katherine still held him in her favor.

The restaurant had a steady flow of customers, not too busy, not too slow. It was unassuming, a rare gem with good food and a suitable atmosphere for negotiation. Isen had sent one of his men to give Katherine the invitation. The idea that she would refuse did not enter his mind. After all, their agreement hadn't been one-sided.

A small woman with brown hair sauntered into the restaurant. She hadn't aged a day since the last time Isen had seen her -- but he had a feeling that, though the exterior remained the same, this may not be the Katherine he knew before.

As she came toward him, Isen stood. To offer a hand to a vampire was unwise. So he settled for a slight inclination of his head, a polite, barely-there smile on his lips.

"It's nice to see you again, Katherine." He gestured to her seat before sitting down himself, a silent invitation. From his seat he studied her. The set to her shoulders was slightly different, though there was still a spark in her eyes. Her face had always been expressive. He had seen her poised, and he had witnessed her bloodlust. She'd stayed consistent, strong and intelligent. Such things had quickly earned Isen's respect.

"I wasn't aware you were in the city." His voice remained cool and calm, but that didn't mean he was at ease. And evidently, he wasn't interested in beating around the bush. "Why come back?"

[painofhumanity]

Despite the pain he was in, despite how weak he was, Morgan's eyes flashed black at the thinly veiled threat towards Yuki. "Except you know that if you don't," he started through gritted teeth, "there's nothing stopping me from killing you."

Morgan didn't have much in the way of control, but he knew two sure triggers for his ability to drain the life out of anything around him: fear and anger.

He pushed himself upright and grabbed Isen's wrist. "I let you do whatever sick tests you want, and you keep Yuki safe. The second that stops being true. . .you'll find out just how much Yuki's kept me in check."

Morgan's hand fell to his side and he closed his eyes for a moment before finally moving to get his feet under him. Isen still didn't seem to get it; Yuki's safety wasn't just keeping Morgan compliant, he was keeping Isen alive. Part of him was tempted to show Isen what he was capable of, but he was afraid that without Yuki around to soothe his anger, Morgan wouldn't be able to stop, and then he'd never be able to find Yuki.

@painofhumanity, continued from here

It had long since occurred to Isen that Morgan didn't just have an ability, he was something else. The way he healed so effectively had proven that. His skin stitched itself together unconsciously, as effortless as a heartbeat.

That, and none of his test subjects had consistently come back from the dead.

"I won't repeat myself." His eyes narrowed slightly as he felt a prick of irritation, watching Morgan writhe in pain and yet still defy him, knowing the consequences. Isen knelt down, gripping the collar of his ruined shirt and yanking him forward. A corner of his lips picked up, not interested in hiding his amusement.

"We had an agreement. If you can't hold up your end, I'm afraid I can't hold up mine."

Not that he would kill Morgan's precious Yuki -- not if he valued his life -- but the location of the boy was his insurance, just in case he met the wrath of this immortal being. Isen was reluctant to call him god.