#[ he is v brave i'm proud of him ]

[xpao-bearx]

"Like A Virgin"

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader/Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader/Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Read Part 1 HERE

Read Part 3 HERE

Read Part 4 HERE

NOTES: Y'ALL the way my jaw literally DROPPED when not even H A L F a minute after I posted the first part, you guys were already exploding my notifs which I wasn't expecting AT ALL I swear Oscar Isaac's really got us sluts in a chokehold O_o

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUU!!! 😭❤️❤️❤️ This is truly wonderful and encourages me a lot, especially since this is my first ever Moon Knight fic AND the first time a story of mine blew up this much! This is also great cuz I've been terribly sick, but of course ✨️priorities✨️ I gotta shower our Moon Boys with some much deserved lovin' and it's just so fucking nice to see that it's paying off! \(^o^)/ I was so happy and inspired that I couldn't resist and just HAD to write this second part ASAP!

Dissociative identity disorder is also briefly mentioned here and if I made any mistakes, then I apologize and please kindly correct me. And I feel like the ending may be a bit rushed, but it's the best my tiny brain could think of!

I'll shut up now and I'm very proud and excited to present... PART 2!!! 🥳 And if you'd like to be tagged for any of the next parts, feel free to tell me!

Also Marc does something very asshole-y here oop

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Part 2: You made me feel I've nothing to hide

After work, instead of heading home, you rushed straight to the nearest boutique to buy yourself a new dress for tomorrow night. The butterflies in your stomach were doing somersaults and you felt as if you could spontaneously burst into song like in those cheesy musicals your former college roommate was so obsessed with.

You knew the employees were all looking at you oddly as you constantly giggled to yourself like some lovesick schoolgirl while you perused through endless racks of the latest fashion. Of course you knew you were acting ridiculous--crazy--but wasn't that what attraction or, dare you say, love did to you?

Besides, you wanted tomorrow to go perfectly. In your eyes, Steven Grant was already perfect--perfectly imperfect or imperfectly perfect, you didn't know or care which was which. You just knew that you liked him. A lot.

And it relieved and pleased you to the moon and back that he actually felt the same! So, who cares what anyone else thought?

You just hoped that after tomorrow, Steven would like you enough to go on another date. And another. Then another...

Maybe you were looking--wishing--too far into the future, but you swore you could almost hear wedding bells chiming in the distance.

God, is this what happens after being a total virgin for twenty-something years? There was absolutely nothing wrong with being a virgin, but your insecurity bugged you. What if you weren't at all what Steven expected?

But another part of you, a positive ray of sunshine, clobbered all your doubts. For once, you were going to be brave! You were going to take a leap of faith! You were going to control your life!

Because, in the end...it was worth it. Steven was worth it. Sure, you've experienced various crushes throughout your life, but not like this. Not with Steven. This felt more...serious. Adult.

It felt as if right from the get-go crossing fates with "Steven with a V", your life was about to change--for the better.

Of course you were afraid, and yet you've also never been more sure of something in your entire existence. You've been waiting this long and you're glad you did, and now you were ready to jump head first (and head over heels) into whatever adventure was in store for you--with Steven.

You then squealed excitedly when you spotted the perfect dress, ignoring the judgmental stares other customers shot you as you hurriedly grabbed it like a child in a toy store.

Yes, tomorrow was going to be a dream come true.

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You arrived at the restaurant thirty minutes early. It was totally embarrassing how eager you were, but you couldn't help yourself. Though at least with how early you were, you snagged a good table overlooking the restaurant's beautiful back garden strung with fairy lights and you can have some time to calm down before Steven came.

And you looked stunning. Your hair tumbled down in elegant waves, light makeup adoring your face and donning the contact lenses you rarely used. And the dress you bought fit like a glove; it was the shortest dress you now owned, stopping around your thighs. It was baby blue and had an off-the-shoulder style with some frills, and it hugged your figure just right.

You felt very self-conscious. You've always fancied clothes like this, but never actually had the guts to wear them--until now. Did it really suit you? But you couldn't deny that you were happy and, truly, isn't that all that mattered?

"Shall I get you started, ma'am?" A waitress snapped you back to reality and you shook your head.

"Not yet, thank you. I'm still waiting for my...date." The word made you blush furiously, as if sharing a dirty little secret.

The waitress smiled and nodded, leaving you by yourself once more as you sighed wistfully.

You took out your phone from your purse, checking the time. 6:45 p.m. Alright, not too long now. And you double checked that the address you texted Steven was correct, which it is.

You settled back in your chair, peering over the garden and giggling softly.

"I'm right here for you, Steven."

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"It's about time, innit?" Steven murmured, glancing over anxiously at his wristwatch for the umpteenth time. It was already eight p.m., a whole hour past your meeting time (not to mention he arrived embarrassingly early). And he was just informed by one of the servers that the restaurant was closing in thirty minutes, to which a pitiful look was also casted to him.

"It's not 'about time', Steven. It's late." Marc gruffly pointed out, Steven seeing Marc's reflection glaring back at him from the shiny silver flower vase set in the middle of the table. "Face it: she's NOT coming."

"Don't you dare say that." Steven's voice was barely above a whisper, but there was a certain edge to it that one would normally not hear from the soft man. "Y/N would never do that. Not her. She's just running late, I'm sure. Traffic and all."

"Oh, please, we both know that even the traffic here doesn't take this long." Marc scoffed. "Stop kidding yourself, Steven. She's. NOT. Coming."

Steven frowned, and with a shaky hand he pulled out his phone. He should've called you since way earlier. It was the logical thing to do, after all. But he was...scared. Scared that, maybe, a terrifying maybe, Marc was right.

He found your number and called you, pressing his phone to his ear as it began to ring. He didn't realize he was holding his breath until you finally picked up, voice groggy.

"Hello..?"

"Y/N..." Steven heaved a relieved exhale. "Hey, uh, I'm at the restaurant. Guess you got stuck in traffic?" He chuckled halfheartedly.

A long, dreadful pause. And then:

"Fucking EXCUSE me?"

Steven's eyes widened, having never heard you swear before. He was just about to ask what was wrong when you continued without skipping a beat.

"Are you playing with me, Steven? Is this what it is?!" You definitely sounded angry, but he didn't miss the faint sniffles coming from you. Shit, were you crying? What the hell was happening?

"How can you be such a...such a DICK?!" You shouted, causing him to jerk his phone a few inches away from his ear. "I fucking waited for you like a total idiot until closing time, you prick! You never showed and you never answered my calls! What the fuck can you POSSIBLY gain from toying with me, huh?!"

"W-Wait, I don't understand!" Steven was nearly hyperventilating, all the colour draining from his face and his mind running a mile a minute. "I-I'm here! Right now! D-Didn't we agree? Friday night, seven p.m.?"

You were dead silent. Steven was going to check if the call was still connected when you beat him to it.

"Steven... It's Sunday."

Steven froze. Then his eyes landed on Marc's reflection, refusing to meet his gaze and it clicked.

"Y/N." Steven said slowly, steadily, despite feeling like crying himself. His eyes were still on Marc, cold and pissed. "Please. I promise I have an explanation. I just... God, can we meet? Y/N, please, I'll come to you."

"No need." Tears threatened to spill from Steven's despondent eyes at your flat response, before you suddenly added: "I'll come to you. You said you were at the restaurant, right? Stay there."

You ended the call, and Steven flared at Marc--no longer caring if other people perceived him as a lunatic fighting with himself.

"Why the fuck would you do that, Marc?"

"Steven..." Marc struggled to find the right words, and the asshole actually had the audacity to look ashamed. "Listen, she's nothing but a distraction--"

"You always think you know better, yeah?" Steven laughed humourlessly. "A distraction? YOU stop kidding yourself, Marc. This is not just your life, but mine. And it's about fucking time you stop being such a selfish bastard!"

"Um, sir?" Steven winced, greeted by a baffled waiter. "We'll be closing soon, so I'm gonna have to ask you to leave if you're not ordering anything."

Humiliated and repeatedly babbling apologies, Steven abruptly sprang out of his chair and dashed outside. He sighed deeply and collapsed listlessly on the ground, finally allowing the tears to fall.

He vaguely heard footsteps approaching until he saw a pair of worn bunny slippers in front of him. His eyes heavily dragged upwards, finding you staring back at him with an unreadable expression and breaths coming out in ragged pants.

"Y/N!" Steven jumped up, surprised you actually came despite the way he--the way Marc--treated you. Your bloodshot eyes and the dried tears on your cheeks only made him feel even shittier, much more fucked up than any beating he suffers on a mission.

Because at least with those, he can be confident that he and the boys would win no matter the challenge. But with you?

He had everything to lose.

Your hair was a total mess; glasses slightly crooked and you were in your pyjamas, a matching set of a purple tank top and shorts with stars and moons. The only thing you had covering you was a purple silk robe, drawing it closer to your chilly body as your eyes narrowed at Steven.

You should be mad at him, and you were. Still, despite everything, you hopped on to the first bus you saw and scrambled the rest of the way here as fast as you could.

But now that you were here...what in Khonshu's name were you going to do? You could scream at him with all the pain you haven't had the pleasure to release like you did on the phone, but you'd just be wasting your breath. Then again, he wasn't lying. He really is here. And it confused you more than anything.

And seeing him like this, looking so...sad. Well, it made you sad. Him miserably clenching onto a heart shaped chocolate box, fat globs of tears cascading down his cheeks as he gawked at you with his pretty doe brown eyes.

You raised your hand, and Steven shut his eyes as he braced himself for the slap he very much deserved--only to be met with your soft palm, wiping away his tears tenderly.

"Explain to me, Steven."

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The travel to Steven's apartment was spent in deafening silence, but it brought upon a strange sort of comfort. Unconsciously, you hugged Steven's black jacket that he had offered you earlier even closer to your much smaller frame. It soothed your nerves, being completely enveloped in his smell; fresh soap with a hint of musky cologne.

Once you reached his unit, you couldn't help but smile. It was just so...Steven. It was a bit messy, but a good kind of messy. You didn't really know how to describe it, but it warmed your heart especially when you saw a giant fish tank with only one goldfish.

"Cuppa tea?" Steven asked to which you shook your head, facing him fully.

"No. I'm a 'get over it' kinda girl so whatever your explanation is, I'd rather we just nip it in the bud." You huffed before you halted, biting your lip. "Oh, uh, sorry... Of course, if you wanna have tea, you can. It's your home, after all."

Steven laughed, his first real laugh that entire day. "Are you always this nice to blokes you should be mad at?"

"Only if they are really into Egyptology and have beautiful brown eyes and gorgeous curls." You rolled your eyes though you couldn't suppress your grin before you cleared your throat, getting a hold of your stupid giddy self. "Now, explain."

Steven's demeanour instantly shifted, serious now and quite uneasy. But he nodded and gestured towards the couch. You walked over and plopped down, Steven sitting next to you and keeping a respectful couple inches between the two of you.

He looked down at the ground, carefully considering his words before meeting your gaze solemnly. "Have you ever heard of dissociative identity disorder?" You nodded, previously learning about it in Psychology class and researching about it due to personal interest. "That's...what I have. I'm an alter within a system, and there are two others--Marc Spector and Jake Lockley."

"Am I correct to assume that when you asked me out...it wasn't actually you?"

Steven blinked, rather startled that you were taking this so well. "Yes. Jake was the one who asked you out."

"Was he also the one who didn't show up for the date?"

"No, that would be Marc." He grumbled. "And listen, I'm truly sorry about him. He's a right twit. It may not have been me who didn't show up, but that absolutely doesn't excuse the hurt it caused you. I am so, so sorry, Y/N."

Your brows furrowed, mulling over this new revelation. But...you believed him, especially when it explained all those times you secretly caught Steven muttering incoherently to himself or staring at his reflection and quietly reacting to something. You were curious about more, of course, but Steven didn't have any reason to lie about such a serious matter. And if he was lying, there were plenty of other things he could say. But the way he acted, and just the look in his eyes--he knew the risks of opening up to you, but he did it anyway.

You clasped his hands in yours, sighing. "I know I look calm right now, but trust me, I'm freaking the fuck out." You chuckled, and Steven felt safe enough to join you. "But... I trust you, Steven. And I believe you. Tell me one thing, though. Are you...into me? Like, at all?"

"Of course I am!" He replied in a flash, making you both pause before erupting into easy laughter. "Why would you even have to ask that, love?"

"It's just... Well, if Jake was the one who asked me out, it made me wonder if you really did like me." You mumbled, looking away.

Steven gently grasped your chin, tipping your face back towards him. "I've liked you since the day we met, Y/N. In your pink skirt and the cute little pigtails you had." He smiled, eyes so amorous and gleaming with sincerity. "Truth is, I've wanted to ask you out since forever. I'm just not as...forward as Jake is."

"And that's fine. But hey, we gotta thank him 'cause Lord knows I'd just spiral into a panic attack if I ever made the first move." You chuckled. But it gradually died down as Steven continued to stare at you, and you never thought you would ever have someone look at you the way Steven did; as if you were precious treasure hidden within a sacred tomb.

Slowly, ever so slowly, your body started moving of its own accord. You were leaning closer, closer, closer--a mere breath away from his lips before he piped up.

"I'm also Khonshu's Avatar!"

"Say what?"

"Um, well, you see--" He stammered, mentally slapping himself.

'Don't say anything, Steven.' Marc warned, and it took all of Marc's willpower not to seize control and actually slap Steven.

But it was too late now. Steven already said too much, but he wanted to be honest with you. Utterly so. And since you wanted to nip this in the bud, now was the best time more than anything.

"Erm... You've seen the news, yeah?" He didn't grant you the chance to respond as he rambled. "Masked vigilantes... Moon Knight and Mr. Knight? They're actually...Marc and I."

"Steven, this is--"

"I'll show you, Y/N. I'll summon the suit."

"Summon the soup? What is happening--"

Steven stood up, and a split second later there was a whirl of white. And sure enough, there was none other than one half of the mysterious heroes you've been seeing a lot on the news recently; his glowing white eyes locked with yours, crisp ivory suit and batons clutched tightly in his hands.

"Look, I know this is a lot to take in--"

"Handsome..." You blurted out before you can restrain yourself.

"Huh?" Steven blushed underneath the mask, and you were the same as your cheeks tinted crimson. Then you rose from the couch, closing the gap between you two and removing his mask.

His curls stuck every which way and his eyes were as wide as the full moon, making you giggle. "You're so handsome, Steven. And yeah, this is a fucking lot to take in. To be honest, a part of me is still wondering if this is all just a dream." You reached up, caressing the side of his face sweetly and smiling. "But...thank you. Thank you for being honest with me."

His batons dropped to the floor, trembling hands hesitantly settling on your hips. You noticed his Adam's apple bob as he looked down at you, tears once again glistening in his eyes. Happiness, relief, adoration--how can so many exhilarating emotions crash over him all at once?

"Can I be more honest?" He whispered, resting his forehead against yours as he gazed deeply into your eyes. "I...want you to stay with me."

Your cheeks hurt from how impossibly wide your smile has stretched, wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling his nose with yours.

"I'm staying whether you like it or not, Steven with a V."

[anal-queen-waifu]

Afterparty

It's late, we're in the car, he's driving us home from our friends' wedding. I admire his hands, one on the steering wheel and the other on the stick. I trace with my eyes every visible vein, I look at his fingers and my cunt throbs at the sight of his wedding ring as I'm touching mine as well. My eyes go further to his wrist, he is wearing the watch I gifted him for his birthday. It's a perfect match to his suit. I look up to him, so serious, so responsible; his brows furrow just a little bit and I get tingles again. He is so handsome, I look at him and can't understand how I got so lucky!

Drunk with love and lust for him, but also with a little whisky, I reach for his crotch.

"Not yet, dearest darling. You've been such a good girl the entire night. You've taken it like a very brave girl. I'm so proud of you! Just have a little more patience, you're going to get what you're craving and so much more!"

Just before we left home, he told me to put my Hush in. He's been edging me the whole night, my panties are soaked and I am so needy that I want him to pull over and take me right there on the side of the road. But I restrain myself like a good girl and wait, indulging in his sight and fantasizing about him ravaging me.

When we get home, he makes himself a drink and sits in his favorite armchair.

"Undress."

I am so flustered. I'm always embarrassed when I'm this exposed, his eyes roaming on my breasts, my waist, my ass, knowing quite well what I hide underneath my long, backless dress. I can see his burning eyes reaching my deep, V shaped neckline, stopping at the curve of my breasts and then going up, meeting my eyes. So hungry. Despite teasing me and edging me all night, he hasn't touched me inappropriately at all. I shiver at the thrill of seeing him unchain the beast that has been waiting for this the whole night.

I push the straps of my dress off my shoulders and the dress slides to the floor, leaving me in my black lingerie and heels. He signals with his index finger towards the floor and I kneel and slowly come towards him on all fours. Once I reach him, he picks up the collar that has been waiting on his knee and puts it on me, pulling my chin up and staring right into my eyes.

"Mine."

I tighten my cunt at the claim he made. He leans forward and barely brushes a kiss on my lips, teasing me and then presses his lips to my forehead. We remain like this for a few seconds and I close my eyes to bask in his love. He slowly breaks away and looks at me.

"Turn around. Assume the position."

I do as I'm told and lean forward, exposing myself to him.

"Panties off."

I slowly reach for my black lace panties and remove them and spread my cheeks before him. I hear a little growl and I get goosebumps. He slowly starts caressing my cheeks, making sure to not touch any sensitive areas. I wish he'd let go and just bury himself inside me but he takes his time. I sense him getting up and coming in front of me. I look up and he leashes me, tugging on it to signal me to rise. Now my red lips are right in front of his crotch.

"How bad do you want it, babygirl?"

"Please, Daddy! I want you to stretch all my holes! Please! I've been such a good girl the whole night!"

"You beg so beautifully, kitten. Unwrap your gift, then."

Soon, his pants are being undone and I reveal his cock. My mouth waters at the sight of his full length. I start licking his balls, ever so softly. He did his teasing, now it's my turn. I gently take them in my mouth one by one and then both of them, at the same time caressing his thighs. His breath catches ever so often and I smile as I trace my tongue up his shift towards the head. He tugs on the leash for me to take him whole in my mouth but I don't listen as I go back down again.

"Are you sure you want to play this game, little brat?"

I don't say anything, I just lick up and down his cock a few more times. As I'm reaching his tip again, he tugs hard on the leash, grabs my hair and starts fucking my mouth hard. I gag a few times but try my best to take it as well as I can. He's ravenous and I love it. My cunt is throbbing, my butthole is twitching, I crave him everywhere. After he's satisfied, he pulls out and I trace the lines of spit back to his throbbing cock and start sucking on it at a steady pace.

"That's my good girl! Now wait here, I'll be right back."

I'm on my knees on our fluffy carpet, no thought in my head other than having my holes abused by his cock over and over again. He leaves the room and I position myself face down ass up with my back to the door. When he comes back he lets out a pleased hum. I feel him approaching me and suddenly his thumb is applying pressure right to my core. I whimper so hard I almost cum right then and there. He lets out a breathy laugh.

"Such a needy little slut you are. I saw you tonight at the party, squirming every time I put the Hush on high vibrations, rubbing your thighs together, almost leaning you head back in pleasure. You think those people at the table with us could hear the vibrations? Could see you squirming like a little slut drunk on pleasure? How did it feel, sweetheart? Do you enjoy being Daddy's slut?"

"Uh-uh."

I can barely form any words, I can barely think about anything else than his fingers between my legs teasing me, filling the room with lewd, wet noises. I buck my hips and he feels my swollen clit.

"No cumming yet, dearest darling! Do you think that taking your little mouth was punishment enough for teasing me like that? I need a proper answer. Do you enjoy being Daddy's little slut?"

I can't get anything out other than heavy panting.

"Come now, darling. Find your words."

"I love it Daddy! I love being your little slut! Please let me cum! Please! I will be such a good girl!"

He growls and burries his face between my legs.

"You taste heavenly, my darling!"

With only a flick of his tongue he sends me over the edge and I let go.

"Cum for me, baby. Cum for Daddy."

My body spasms, all my senses are reduced to him eating my cunt and his hands tightening on my hips. It goes on, and on and on until he is satisfied. He takes off his tie and blindfolds me with it, gets the cuffs and ties my hands behind my back.

"It's showtime babygirl."

He helps me to get up from the floor and guides me to the extended couch.

"Position."

I get on my knees, my back to him, and he pushes me face first on the couch. He gives me another long caress with his finger between my lips and just plunges in. I find release right then, with only one powerful thrust. I can feel his cock twitching inside me and my cunt tingles even harder. He starts fucking me slowly, lazily so I can feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out of me.

"Fuck me harder! I can't take it anymore!"

"Tut tut, where are your manners, I wonder."

"Pleaseeee.. please Daddy, please! I need you to fuck me as hard as you can!"

Hearing this, he starts pounding away.

"Oh God... Oh God.... Oh God... may I please cum again? I can't resist anymore-e-e!"

"Yes you may, babygirl!"

I cum my brains out each time, again and again and again. Taking out the Hush, he starts fingering my asshole, stimulating me even further and after he's stretched me enough, he claims my ass as well.

"Should I go slow, babygirl? Are you adjusted to the size of my cock?"

"I need you to fuck me as hard as you've fucked my cunt! Ah-ah-ah-ah...."

Orgasm after orgasm. He's trained me so well my butt acts like a cunt.

"You truly are my anal queen, darling! Listen to yourself! Do you hear how wet you are? God you feel so good! You're such a good girl for me, so tight, so smooth!"

I can feel his cock getting harder still and I can feel my orgasm starting to build up again. My whole existence is reduced to that rock hard cock fucking my asshole relentlessly. We cum together. Feeling his warm cum fill my insides is my undoing every time. He collapses on top of me and starts kissing my back from my neck to my waist.

"I love you, babygirl!"

"I love you too, Daddy!"

He gets off me, takes off my cuffs and my blindfold and we cuddle on the couch. He caresses my hair, my back and gives me the most softest of kisses. I'm home. I'm always home in his arms.

[heyyypuddin]

Withering Petal (Armando x OC) Bad Boys chapter 5

Hey puddins! I finally have posted Chapter 5. Sorry about the wait I kept changing things up. Just know this is a longer chapter.

I really hope you enjoy, and I would love to hear your thoughts! Enjoyy 💕

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Chapter 5 

Amora entered the black-and-white guest room that held a queen-sized bed in the middle of the room, facing a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall surrounded by lots of paintings. Armando entered through the door after her, inspecting the room, looking at all the art she had in the room, and raiding an eyebrow at one of them.

“You can go use the bathroom to shower; the bathroom is right across the walk-in closet, and there should be towels and spare clothes you can use. They should be large enough to fit you for the time being. I’m going to go check on my dog, and then I’ll bring the first aid kit so I can start on your injuries.”

Amora finished explaining, and she looked at him, making sure he got everything or had questions. He gave her a curt nod and headed to the bathroom, where she heard the shower turn on, and she quickly turned on her feet, walking out of the room to go run up the stairs, giving multiple glances over her shoulder to make sure she didn't see him trying to run up on her.

She gets to the top floor and calls out for Bowser, hearing his whines coming from her room. She took one last glance behind her to make sure Armando wasn’t sneaking behind her, then glanced down her hallway to see the aftermath of their fight. 

On the wall was smudged blood, and littered on the floor were broken glass and soggy, wet food from what she had brought up for him originally. 

She sighed and ignored it for now so that she could check on her baby. Going to her room, she immediately checked under her bed, pulling up the sheets, and saw her baby giant Schnauzer hiding under there.

"Awwwww, baby, come here." She extended her arms out, and he slowly crawled his way out into her arms. She carefully picked him up and sat on her bed, cuddling him and telling him he did such a great job. “I love you so much, baby. You were so helpful. Such a good boy. I'm so proud of you.”

She kissed his head and gave him more rubs, feeling the sting of tears falling out of her eyes as she finally got to relax and grasp the situation she was just in. Silent sobs wrecked over her body.

“You were so brave. I'm so proud. I know you were scared,” she mumbled in his fur, half talking to Bowser and the other half talking to herself.

After allowing herself to sit for 20 minutes with Bowser, she finally got up and checked his leg that he was limping on. There were no open wounds, and it didn't feel broken; it may possibly be sprained.

"Okay, baby, tomorrow I'll take you to the vet so we can get you all fixed up." She took him off her lap and set him on a doggy bed beside her nightstand so he could rest.

She walked over to her vanity mirror, inspecting herself through her puffy red eyes, and saw that she had a small cut on her cheek and a deep purple bruise starting around her neck. Letting out a huge sigh, she walked out of the room to the hallway, grabbing the first aid kit and pain medication off the floor, and headed back downstairs to the kitchen, filling up two cups of water for them, and walked to the guest room.

Standing in the room, staring at the TV, was Armando wearing her old gray sweatpants, laying very low on his hips, exposing not only all his wounds but also all his muscles. Her eyes raked down his body, going over every last crevice of his and down past his v-line to where his sweats started. Her breath hitched softly when she saw his member slightly pressed against the gray pants. 

From the corner of Armando’s eye, he watched her ogle at him, feeling a swell of pride and his ego bloom. “Maybe this stay wasn’t so bad after all,” he told himself.

Not taking his eyes off the screen, he commented to the woman gawking at him, “¿Como lo que ves amor? (Like what you see in love?)

Amora quickly averted her eyes from him clearing her throat, embarrassed from being caught and putting her focus on what was playing on the TV to distract herself, but she quickly realized it was about Armando as they had his mugshot on the screen and news on police Captain Howard being fully exonerated after being framed by James Mcgrath, a former DEA agent who'd gone rouge. 

A light bulb went into her head as she was listening to the details of the news.

“Is that where you're coming from? She asked as she placed the first-aid kit and water on the dresser next to her. 

Without looking at her, he gave her a small nod, eyes now locked on the screen where a picture of the famous detective Mike Lowrey was on.

“Can you come sit on the bed, please? It's pretty late, and I would like to get some rest,” but she knew tonight she definitely wasn't going to be able to sleep with him in the house.

He moved to where she was standing, getting very close to her before sitting down on the edge of the bed. She stepped back away from him, not wanting to be so close since, truth be told, he intimidated her a lot. Amora reached over to the dresser, grabbing the kit and pulling out two packs of pain pills.

"Here, take these; they’re 500 mg each." He eyed the packets suspiciously and reached for them, only holding them in his hands. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed one packet out of his hand, ripping it open and taking the two pills dry to prove a point, and since she needed it for the headache she was gaining 

"Again, I didn't do all the work of helping you, just to kill you." She reached over again to pass him another pill packet and his water.

“Why are you helping me?” The quiet question came from Armando's lips. Amora slightly stilled before grabbing the alcohol wipes and the stitch emergency kit.

“When I saw you outside, I thought you were maybe someone who was sent to find me, and I wanted answers, but now... I don’t know.” She opened up the alcohol wipe and gripped his broad shoulder to inspect what looked like a stab wound that looked pretty deep but clearly didn't hit any main nerves, just his muscles.

“You might wanna embrace yourself; this is going to sting,” Amora grimaced before swiping over the cut. Painful hisses and grunts filled the silence of the room. Amora took a sneak at his face and saw that he squeezed his eyes shut, his jaws clenched. It's such a shame for him to be so handsome; maybe in a different life they could’ve met in a much different way, she admired.

“Dios mío, ¡apúrate ya!” (My God, woman, hurry up already) were the pained words, gritted from his teeth. 

Snapping back to reality, she quickly finished cleaning his wound up, picked up the needle and thread, and worked on closing up the 3-inch wound. This caused even louder, pained grunts and groans from him. She was halfway done to closing the cut when she felt large hands grip her hips, squeezing her tightly. Her eyes widen in shock, feeling a tightening in her stomach, but she doesn’t slow down, understanding this isn't an easy process.

Finally, she got to the end of the cut, closed it off, and started bandaging it up to protect it from any outside damage. He still had a tight grip on her and was breathing heavily, with his head hanging low and sweat dripping off his head. She grabbed more thread to work on the side wound he had been holding since she first saw him. 

“I’m going to need you to lay back, please, so I can work on this for you.”

Armando silently obeyed, sliding his hands off her and leaning back on his elbows. Amora looked around, feeling herself get hot and trying to focus on where she could get a good angel to do this, but where the wound was, she decided to step closer in between his legs.

Armando watched her intensely as she kneeled down between his legs so that she didn’t have to bend over, hurting her back. The image before him brings wicked thoughts to his mind. Does she even know what she’s doing? He wonders, but that all flew out of his mind as she started working on his wound.

Louder, pained groans echoed the room, as did a stream of Spanish cuss words spitting out of Armando's lips. Amora didn't understand everything he said, but she wouldn't be surprised if he cursed her whole family lineage.

She finally finished up that cut and stood up to quickly scan over him to make sure there were no other cuts that required attention. There was a slice on his arm, but it wasn't too deep for stitches, thankfully, but she still cleaned and bandaged it.

. “You should really go to the hospital; I know how to do a lot, but I'm not a doctor.”

He slowly sat back up, letting out a low groan. “No, I'll be fine; just pass me another pain pill." 

She quietly nodded and slid out from between his legs, doing as he told her. She felt his gaze piercing into her face, but he wasn't saying a word. She came to realize that he's just a man of few words. Or, at least to her, he is. 

She watched him take the pain pills and looked at him, waiting for him to say whatever was on his mind, but Armando just stared, unspeaking. Rolling her eyes, Amora stepped away so she could go to bed until he finally spoke up.

“Who’s looking for you?” He watched her completely still at the question; he wasn't even sure if she was breathing. A heavy silence hung over them, the energy in the room going cold as the woman was clearly having an internal battle from the question he asked, but he didn't care. 

He wanted to make sure he wasn't getting involved in whatever drama she had going on, considering how paranoid the woman was to be so reclusive. "Probably a crazy ex-boyfriend,” he scoffed at the thought. If said ex-boyfriend tried to come while he was here, he would handle it personally; he wouldn’t allow anyone to disturb the freedom he finally has. 

Coming out of his thoughts, he realized another moment of silence had passed, and he felt irritation rise at the unanswered question. He parted ways to ask her again. “Who is Lo-?”

“-Vicky Ortiz,” she cut him off. Armandos face fell in shock; his eyes widen in recognition of that name—definitely not an ex-boyfriend problem.

“Vicky Ortiz? As in Victor “El Segador” Ortiz?” He questioned her darkly. Amora turned away from the man, trying to hold back the sting of tears that threatened to fall just from speaking that wretched man's name, but Armando stood up and grabbed her arm, spinning her back to him. 

"Why, of all people, would Victor ‘The Reaper’ be looking for you? A merc turned drug lord?” He grilled her face.

“What game are you playing at?” He seethed. He couldn’t help, but think this was some sort of set him up. Of all the people she could’ve named, she’s going with an enemy of the Aretas Cartel. 

Amora’s head snapped up, her eyes matching the flames in his. ”A game? A game! Do you hear yourself? Clearly, you know the man and what he’s capable of. What reason would I have to lie about something like that?” 

He continued to stare down at her before rolling his eyes and backing up. 

“Once I'm healed, I'm out of here. I don't want to be mixed up in whatever shit you got going on,” he told her, waving her out of the room. Amora's moth dropped at his dismissive behavior in her house for a question he asked.

“First of all, you asked me a question; I didn’t have to answer you! Second of all, nobody told your ass to pass out in my front yard; I was happily minding my own damn business till you came!” She raised her voice at him, but he turned around, dismissing her again.

“Callado. No quiero escucharlo." ( Be quiet. I don't want to hear it.)

“You know what? Whatever I don't owe you, A fugitive, ANY EXPLANATION! You’re welcome for saving your ass; I could've left you out there to die or called the cops on you—you selfish bastard!” And with that, she stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut, but not before coming back and adding her door stopper to make sure he couldn't get out of the room again without her knowing.

Armando listened to what she was doing, not caring about the door stopper because that wouldn’t work on him but making sure she wasn’t on the phone with anyone or the cops, before laying on the bed, turning the news channel up, and looking at his father on the screen with some of the footage that came out of the battle zone he escaped from. 

The last thoughts floating through his mind before sleep took him were his father telling him he did well and that he was proud of him before sending him out on that boat.

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Authors note: guys this chapter made me so stressed, I was literally working on it alllll day and night yesterday even at work 💀 but I hope yall enjoyyy it 💕💕

Also if anyone knows a good translator website please let me know especially for (Mexican Spanish dialect )as I want to try to get as accurate as I can. Spanishdict and Itranslate been holding me down 🤞🏽

[p-receh]

Since my previous posts talked about elementals. I want to write an essay about them from my perspective and possible theories and headcanon I gathered so far. It might not be accurate so fill me in if you want to add or correct some of it. I love open discussion ^^

I've seen some people thought that in the early season, all elementals had not have characteristics but changed after Halilintar's incident.

Boboiboy's emotions under circumstances not only triggered the true self of available elementals, but it also awakened the other elemental powers as well(hence how the rest 4 were born) like what anon said here.

This is gonna be looooong ted talk so I have to spilt this in two parts!

What I want to talk about is how interesting their character development throughout the series. Starting with the original trio!

(That 3rd picture lasted for a few minutes... I didn't even notice their communication at first. :'()

Their development was that drastic in the youth era. The unstoppable "the fun, the serious and the tough one"(edit: more like, "The Striker, Tacklerer, and The Goal Keeper in soccer terms. Don't ask why I thought about this a lot) which sparks Boboiboy as the hero of Pulau Rintis. But, it's starting to decrease during Galaxy onwards.

I know I know they need to blend with the others as well. (They got most of the screen time in every series after all). I already talked about it here.

(People say this year indirectly the reunion of this trio I guess? Windara and Gentaraju animated arc? ...

but... aaah well... my head's spinning right now >_<)

Halilintar/Thunderstorm.

What more to say about this person? haha, I've already talked about it from anon in the first link I put on before and this one.

But still, from the very first moment he arrived till today, I am almost certain my hypothesis then and now is coming true. Being just created as "the cool, serious" side of Boboiboy, This 'talk less, do slash more' guy unknowingly becomes the tsundere eldest due to his tragic incident.

He is such a supportive person behind that murder mask. Seeing rare moments that he actually cares for others whenever he can is an absolute miracle. God, the season 2 comic and Sori continuingly showed his soft side from youth era. wtf my 12-year-old me is screaming right now! aaarghh! :3

(But that face in ep 5 when he's strangled lmaooooo X'D)

Taufan/Cyclone

One of my favorite things that I know about him is he enjoys whenever he's out. He truly loves all the thrilling fights, if not get the vibe, he instantly goes into a bad mood. Every poster I saw about him, always with his smile and never faded. That's why I was shocked when I saw his decision in Windara's arc. Finally, the man he always wanted to be, bravely giving it all in one v one fight. I'm so proud of him! T^T

His easygoing attitude reminds me of a certain hedgehog I knew hehe...both resemble the wind itself right? :] (I need to draw them in June)

Leading the Troublemaker trio is always fun to watch. And the fact that he looks at Hali as his role model is really cute! Despite him and Hali being the first two elements who had civil fights before, a bit sad these two are independent on their own from Galaxy onwards :'(

Gempa/Quake

Gempa got me confirmation that he is the leader of the elementals from the very first fight till now. I can see why he has the closest resemblance to Boboiboy himself (hence the hat position :] ).

To be fair, Gempa is the only elemental that I see no difference with Boboiboy. And with being one of the strongest elementals(with embedded two giant stone hands), he sure is a low-profile person and easily blends with other elementals. Now I know why he gets the title "Mama Gempa". He is unknowingly taking too much care of every elementals like a family ^^)' .

Even tho he's the last power to be introduced(in this trio) and sometimes people see him as a lone wolf in the group, he's natural at giving orders. The others actually listen to him and get scolded if they messed up! Like how parents do! X'D

How about the Temper Duo?

(Why monsta didn't put this dialog to Sori? :''(( )

How fitting the theme song of movie 2 titled Fire and water as well? Hehe.

Being the first two powers to be fused(the coolest name, "Frostfire" :} ), these two are what most people like to call "The polar opposites". The ones that used two hoodies in the youth era(except now only Ice wears it), the ones that had back-to-back introductions (exactly after Fire arrived, water showed up in the next episode, Galaxy season 1 also showcased the exact same pattern), the only two powers survived in movie 2, and even their own original masters lived in the same planet.

I'd say if these elementals do be brothers, these two were most likely born twins. (I know I may be late to this headcanon but hey why not? :/)

Blaze

The gremlin boi who got more screentime in sori than his partner. I absolutely adore this boy in Galaxy onwards. His wild and reckless traits are always the main attraction whenever I watch his combat style. I still think since season 3 and movie 1 He should've gotten a brass knuckle type as a weapon than the fire disc. He's a close combat brawler, right?

Anyway, he might be the one who hasn't changed much since his youth until now. In fact, I'd say he is a pretty consistent character from the start. Only gets wilder and cheekier to his fellow elementals tehee~. But that's the beauty of having a friend like Blaze. If done right, Blaze could shock you with his kindness and care deeply for others. Just like how he did with Duri once he accidentally broke Duri's plant in one of Boboiboy's official posts. (Sori ep 3 and comic made my day lmao)

Ais/Ice

If I can relate to one elemental, I choose Ice. He likes to eat yet is frightened to get fat like he did in his youth era; a very sleepy person; also an introverted person but he is confident when surrounded by his closest circle. And most of my friends are usually the Blaze type. So I can understand how to handle that person ^^)'

Ehem. Ice's first tier, Air/Water, got me confused at first. Mainly how he summons his power. Somehow Ice fixed that issue. Making his right arm purely made of ice is genius. My headcanon is every weapon or power he uses comes from his right arm. His cannon comes from his right arm, the same as the bow & arrow one. Even so, many scenes contradict that(Boboiboy is an ambidextrous guy).

Can I say I'm glad from Galaxy onwards he's a bit more open than in his youth era or just me? This doesn't count during the transition mode. All I see now is that he showed more emotions than Hali. (Also whoever decided Ice's tears become snowflakes, I salute you sir)

Last but not least! The Photosynthesis duo!

(I talk about this scene before but holy shit this scene is always mesmerizing to watch)

Duri and Solar were also made me adore them if not because of season 2 & Sori. Okay, I have to confess first to avoid misconception:

I was disappointed when Duri and Solar showed up in movie 1.

My selfish youth still took some time to get used to with Fire and Water in season 3. And all I think was negative reactions when Duri and Solar showed up. That's... also the reason why I went on hiatus.

Luckily, hence the word "was" I put it there.

I'm very grateful that they reset his watch back to start, so then they can at least make a proper debut with both Duri and Solar in Galaxy series. I much prefer that method. (That last episode was truly huge, I'm shocked they went that grand)

Therefore, Sori could continue to make the audience know better about these two! Pretty creative I'd say! I can see why the last three episodes are fan favorites. Me personally love eps 5 & 6.

Duri/Thorn

The most unique symbol to draw to, Duri truly shines in galaxy 2 comic and Sori. His debut in galaxy 1--oh wait, in Eid Fitri's short video after movie 1 made me confused with Taufan at first. Even though he's got more screen time than Solar, Duri still surprised people with the recent series. Who knew his childish and clumsy features could do unverbal damage to enemies by his words? Count me in! He might not do that to his friends and families, but he will delightedly do so with Solar :D

And thanks to Sori, I can now differentiate between Taufan and Duri more clearly. His design in Sori especially the last three is my fav. I love what Monsta did the effects on his arms. Since he doesn't has a signature weapon, they create a 2D flash-winded green leaf around his arm like a coil. That is a very cute detail for Duri.

A bit surprised when every elemental went to serious mode in Windara's arc, only Duri still managed to find fun in the battle. Heck even Taufan dropped his smile during that.

Solar

Being the trump card of the group, I can see why he is the last elemental to be introduced, both in movie 1 and galaxy series. The hardest one to obtain his 2nd tier that requires proper research and pure luck, Solar's traits are also what makes him interesting. To be honest I didn't expect his characteristic to be like this, at all. And somehow very matched with his design and attack as well. Every aspect is strangely in synch I'm astonished. (Adding a visor to his 2nd tier is uhh *chef's kiss B=) )

Also, I love that his attacks use his finger that's also kinda easter egg of the famous "Ray Gun!" shot attack from Yu Yu Hakusho(look it up, there's a live-action ver if you want to know the short ver of the series. The anime itself is legendary to all weebs out there).

Regardless of his limited screentime in every series. I'm very much grateful Monsta treats him equally. His timing in Sori is exceptional and his popularization bursting successfully. My only hope he didn't get cut in Windara and let all elementals showed up. When was the last time Boboiboy did that without splitting to 7?....

... Well if you count heptasplit part, the last time he did that was in Movie 1. That's 9 years ago.

Now we're done here? Nice! Onto the theory part in reblog!

[fainthedcherry]

When I was a child in 2013, visiting Nickelodeon's site and finding a treasure-trove of Spongebob, Winx and TMNT flash games was like magic to me. BUT MAN. The TMNT flash games are one of the best ever to me I've played in my life. (on an aesthetic stand-point! Turtle Tactics and Dark Horizons are so awesome man, legendary flash games to me.)

Since I am utterly autistic about 4 green alien turtles and their rat dad...Here we are again. With me posting OC cringe 2016 me would've killed myself over :V (cry about it 11 yo/ me, afraid of cringe culture back then, it's DEAD NOW)

Gonna sneak-post my redo of that ancient drawing I did of Alex 2 years ago, for the base-post : D

2 years ago, I used flashpoint to replay it for the first time in years and I remember crying of glee LOL (I still play Dark Horizons and turtle tactis to this day btw). I played Dark Horizons and Turtle Tactics and also TMNT: Throw Back (NO I DID NOT NAME THIS LIKE A MEME THIS IS ITS NAME. I STILL BURST INTO LAUGHTER LIKE A CHILD OVER THE NAME AGING POORLY DUE TO INTERNET LINGO)

Those 2 flash games are just so...Technically advanced?? For its time?? LIKE A FULLY FLEDGED 3D FLASH GAME WITH UNITY ENGINE BASIS? DAMN. And then Dark Horizons? CHEF'S KISS I LOVE THAT GAME SO MUCH. AESTHETICALLY AND THE COMBAT FEELS RLLY NICE TO ME IMO, AND JUST...Everything about THAT flash game, god TIMELESS CLASSIC I COULD YAP ON FOR HOURS ABOUT THIS NO JOKE.

I am enthralled by the designs and art of Dark Horizons, it's why I made this drawing. The game just..Speaks to me on so many levels. IT'S JUST SO PLEASING TO SEE ALL THE ARTWORK I EXTRACTED. As far to my knowledge- it never got released, so I might make a post of just a few favourites I liked from the game. :D

I just wonder if I can post those in the first place, it's after all, not my artwork, from a flash game, and TMNT, so yeah, legal IP and stuff. I unfortunately don't know who the artist if of the flash games, but if I can find that out via googling or digging for credits in the game or the files, I'll see if I can credit them, so that posting will be fairly accredited!!

OH YEAH RIGHT ALSO QUICK BANTER ABT ART SORRY I AM VERY PASSIONATE ABOUT THOSE FLASH GAMES AS YOU CAN TELL,,,

I studied the in-game sprites for a good few hours back then, and did my best to replicate it to the best of my abilities!! I think Mushu maybe could've been done better looking back at it, but I think it was the best that I could do back then. :D Plus, I remember being really happy, excited and proud of this piece, as it reflected something, my childhood self always wanted: For Alex to like.."fake" being an official character LOL. I had sooo many dreams where Alex was hanging out with the turtles and Ninjago and throwing in Power Rangers for good measure, just...Everything I liked as a child, I somehow connected in my dreams via either "OH YEAH THE RAINBOW FAIRY!" or "OH YEAH SUDDENLY PORTAL AND MY MARY-SUES JUST BRAVE IT WHILST THE OFFICIAL CHARACTERS DRAMATICALLY TELL THEM NOT TO GO"

^I had vivid and....Creative dreams as a child to say the least, sometimes even Darth Vader and Eggman appeared as the bad guys, despite TMNT and Power Rangers and Ninjago w/ the snakes and lord Garmadon or however you spell him (I never checked + I'm German so ofc his name might be different in english)- I- do I have to go on about the dreams I FULLY remember I had, as a 6-9 yo/, until I told myself at 10 how embarassing my dreams are and stopped doing so? I DIGRESS. I..Need to be more professional in these, instead of such pure fandom trash oml, I feel bad for whoever actually has to read through my blatant autistic interests as a child and thinking "wtf is he on about" dfgklfdg

ANYWAY NEKST POST IS THE BASE. I SWEAR. SORRY I LOVE RAMBLING

[spearxwind]

dark.

Short story based on this prompt!! I'm super proud of how this one turned out :]

There’s hikers in the forest tonight. They must be feeling really brave, camping out here at night, knowing how many people go missing between the firs even in broad daylight. The campfire they’ve lit melts the shadows away from their tents, which are sheltered in a secluded area off the trail and away from open spaces. They know what they’re doing. But that won’t save them.

Adriel has been watching them for a while now. Coiled up on the treetops, thorny scales blended effortlessly into the evergreen, like an extension of the darkness itself. He flicks his tongue out.

> Scent receptors (active). SCANNING… █████████ 100% > Complete. > Full data (dropdown)> > Life forms v [human] = 2 > Chance of success with both of them there: 76.5%; > >>“Not ideal.”

Hunger tugs at him.

> Charge() at 32%. Swarm unstable.

The two people below are deciding on their guard shifts before they call it a night when they notice the fire has started dying down. The silence hanging over the camp is broken by the older of the two. “I’ll go fetch some more firewood” He says, as he gets up from his spot. The snow crunches softly as he steps out of the light cast by the flames, disappearing into the treeline and leaving his younger companion behind. 

> Set (TARGET) {true};

The serpent descends down from the canopy and onto the forest floor, circling the campsite, staying out of reach of the dying light from the fire. 

> Run [CALL] > Warning: Data incomplete. Call fragmented.  > >> “Proceed anyway”

“...go Fetch-tch.. fiRewood” Adriel speaks from somewhere behind the trees, unseen, his own voice replaced by a mimicry of the older one’s. The imitation is incomplete of course, there was only one clear phrase to go off, but it doesn’t matter this time. It does the job. 

The hiker jolts up, obviously startled. Is their companion back already? They don’t see him though. They take a few steps away from the campfire, not quite daring to leave the light.

“Jonah?” The nervousness is palpable in their voice. “Hello?” They call out again. “This really isn’t funny, man…”

Behind them, Adriel gently places a massive mechanical hand on the dying fire, choking its comforting light completely and plunging the area back into darkness. The hiker pulls out their phone in terror, fumbling to turn on its flashlight, quickly finding that its sickly beam can only illuminate a mere few feet around them. The light glints off of the snow as they swing it around frantically… until it falls onto something. 

The white of the snow interrupted by... black. Black scales. The light stops moving, now reflecting off of the eyes of a snake. An impossibly huge, jet black viper, its features seemingly shifting and writhing under the dim light, as if one were looking at a mirage. But it is very much real. Whatever this thing is, it is clearly not a regular animal. It’s something much worse. And it’s staring right at them.

One minute the hiker is frozen in place, the terror of their situation holding them in place and rendering them unable to even speak. And the next they are gone.

The loud crunch that follows is deliberate, obviously. More noticeable than the fire going out, less immediately alarming than a scream. Enough to draw the attention of the one remaining. A trap, set.

And sure enough, “Jonah” makes his way back to camp. With the fire gone, he too is using his phone as a flashlight. Adorable, really.

“Kid? Where’d you go? What happened to the fire?” He’s trying to keep his voice from shaking, just barely succeeding. He sweeps his own weak light over the area, to no avail. There is nothing there. There is no one here.

> Charge() at 62%. Swarm stable.

The mimic calls out from the trees again. With energy no longer being a concern, it could have a little more fun with this one. The imitation is far better this time. 

“Jonah? Hello?”

“....Kaya? Where are you?” The man’s resolve still not too shaken, he keeps advancing through the dark trying to find his companion. Hands trembling almost uncontrollably, he reaches for something on his belt, a dagger, drawn to fight off whatever is surely circling him right now. Pathetic. Time to take it up a notch.

“Hello?” The voice echoes through the trees once more, repeating itself with increasing volume until it’s coming from almost every direction at once, disorienting. 

HELLOHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLO

Jonah’s facade breaks instantly. He turns to bolt, and the snake strikes, sinking it’s fangs deep into the man’s shoulder and pinning him against the ground. In response the man slashes wildly at Adriel, panicked, stabbing the dagger deep into the serpent’s eye in an attempt to get it to release him. And it does. It opens its jaws just enough for the hiker to stumble out and flee, scrabbling to get up and leaving the dagger behind. Blood drips onto the snow like a breadcrumb trail as the survivor makes a desperate run for it. 

They always flee deeper into the forest. They think the trees will protect them. They think the darkness will hide them from him. And they are always wrong.

The release, too, was deliberate. Adriel does not need to give chase. The man will not get far.

> Set (INFECTION) {active};

A sudden jolt of pain cuts the man’s sprint short. The virus in him starts to spread at an alarming rate, radiating from the wound and into his veins, painting them black. 

> [INFECTION] at 2%;

Shortness of breath hits him first as the particle buildup blocks his throat and the man falls to his knees, desperately trying to cough it out, to scream, all to no avail as his condition worses exponentially by the second. 

> [INFECTION] at 14%;

He can feel it inside of his head, humming. The particulate congealing into an ink black ooze that starts leaking out of his ears, his nose, his eyes, clogging his lungs. 

> [INFECTION] at 57%;

It surges beneath the skin like worms, and then like snakes, ripping out and back in again, with complete disregard for the host. They tunnel through, avoiding anything immediately lethal, popping the limbs out of their sockets through sheer volume displacement. 

The assault relents when Adriel finds the broken body at the end of the blood trail, still alive, though just barely. He can’t really move anymore, and he probably can’t see either. No more fun to be had, then. 

But he should still be able to hear. It leans close and opens its jaws enough to flash all its teeth, far too many for any one creature to have, hovering just over the hiker. Once more, the companion’s voice rings out, coming unnaturally and glitched from the monster. “This-is reallllly funny.y.y.y” 

The jaws clamp down like a vice.

> Charge() at 99%;

The serpent melts back into the darkness, as if it had always been a part of it. 

[ask-nico-and-the-sides]

V is so brave for doing that, I'm so proud of him

Cyrus: He definitely could in the past, but he either can’t anymore or just doesn’t anymore. It was never as easy for him as it is for me, but he’s the only other side who I think is capable of it. Actually scratch that, Patton is probably also capable of it…

Patton: I’ve never done it before…

Cyrus: Hm…

[according2thelore]

🌀 and 🐺 for the ask game mayhaps?

(A/b/o is usually so sooo not my thing but reading your other excerpts got me like 👁👁. It is doing things to my brain.

A thousand love and kudos to your es/ls verse btw <3)

hello, anon!

lol, i'm glad! a/b/o is a lot of fun to me and especially for sam and dean because it just highlights how codependent and possessive and obsessed with each other! i've got a swesson a/b/o fic on my ao3 if you're interested in checking out some of my other uploaded work!

thank you sm for your kind words! :)

putting a cut for a threat of suicide in 🌀!

🌀: Sam’s ready for it this time, and as soon as his eyes snap open, he’s lurching out of bed. 

“Woah—Sam—“

He throws himself towards the door, fingers finding the gun in the duffle and clenching hard around the cool metal of the gun grip, not yet warmed by Dean’s body heat. 

He hears Dean coming up behind him, running fast, and so Sam spins around, raising the gun to his own temple.

Dean halts in his tracks immediately, face crumpling in a barely concealed panic.

🐺: As Sam had gotten older and realized how fucked the whole thing was, he’d internally prayed Dean would wear jackets or higher collared-shirts so the collar would be obscured, but Dean seemed to do the opposite.

As soon as the collar would come out, Dean’s flannels would get packed. He’d wear v-necks and Henleys and t-shirts, even if it was cold out. He’d make sure the collar was as visible as possible, and tilt his head up, like he was proud to wear it.

Sam knew that wasn’t possible, knew his willful brother was just putting on a brave face.

i hope these were fun, lol! thank you for this ask! <3

-lizzy

(for this ask game here!)

[peachysunrize]

- 🧸

after finding out @youraverageaemondsimp is writing Aemond thrusted into the modern world, it's been making me think... how do you think he'd react to sex toys, would he even go near them? what ones would he be interested in/fascinated by? would he use any (e.g. fleshlight, puss pocket, dick ring, collars? harnesses? lube, v!brators? silicone phallus, remote controlled v!brator? etc...)? what would be his favourite? what's his first reaction to them? would he use any on himself? what's his first time using them like? ohmygosh the possibilities are endless x

also i either forgot/didn't know we had gone over Aemonds k!nks so, so sorry for making you repeat them!

AND: "imagine how dizzy he’d be if his wife tells him how pretty his cock is??" he'd be a blushing mess, and during his thrusts he'll defo stutter or lose his rhythm as he *finally* returns to his deep penetrative pace where he's snapping his hips into reader and i think it'd be feed into his ego since he's so insecure of his saphire replacement for an eye :( he'd be so proud (prince regent era) that his cock is pretty to reader because he's always been in competition w/ Aegon and after finding out his older brother doesn't even have a working dick anymore? he'd be smiling ear to ear, you'd think they had named him king 🤭

trigger warning: $a mention and 🍇ape > i'm so sorry for what you went through, younger than the age of 9 is vile (disgusting no matter what age) and i hope you've either gotten your justice or will receive your justice, sooner rather than later, you did not deserve that and it wasn't your fault. you are more than just a victim, you are a survivor of the most inhumane act which makes me sick to my stomach, you are so brave <3

Yessss I saw Mae’s @youraverageaemondsimp new story!!

Hmm I think he’d be sooo curious given his thirst for knowledge. He’ll probably walk in on reader using a vibrator and ask her what she is doing and she will answer and now she needs to explain what that is and what it does LMAO and he listens really closely and pays attention maybe he even asks her to let him use it on her, definitely not knowing she was using it while thinking about him—

I think fleshlights are something he wouldn’t use often when he has you next to him because obviously he has the real deal right? But now he’s in the modern world and you have a job and can’t deal with his insatiable desire to knock you up so he’d end up using a fleshlight you bought him🤭

HE WOULD LOSE HIS MINDDDDDDDD at first he is so shy and blushing and grinning but when he regains his confidence he starts fucking you and reminding you how good his pretty cock is making you feel😩😩😩

-> you’re so lovely, thank you for your kind words. I’m so sorry you had to experience such a vile thing too, I understand you, and you’re so brave for voicing out that! Thank you for trusting me🥺🫂

[prettyflyshyguy]

Ok place your bets how angry am I going to get at spn for their handling of S4 Sam because Dean's right.

"So far all you've told me about is a manipulative bitch who uh, screwed you, played mind games with you and did everything in the book to get you to go bad."

Yeah babey I'm tired, it's my day off, and I've braved myself up to tackle the tumultuous S4 because it's giving mixed feelings!!!!

You know the drill. Unhinged thoughts, commentary and screaming under the cut. I've been in full media analysis mode for the last week so it might get a little academic too, who knows.

A warning - I'm not enjoying the Heaven x Hell sub plot. I know, I'm sorry (not really.) I will persist as long as I can but you can't rip seasons 1-3 out of my cold dead hands because I'm clinging to them too strongly. They just hit the spot near perfectly. World's biggest fandom member disappointment, and proud, over here.

Anyway commentary bellow!

S4E9/10 - I Know What You Did Last Summer & Heaven and Hell

Ok so, this is a real topic, and I'm going to tread lightly here, but I appreciate the sinister undertones of Ruby coming onto Sam and him actively pushing back - he's vulnerable, abusing a substance, and she's actively taking advantage of that and doesn't stop after he makes it clear he's uncomfortable the first time. A boundary is broken and pushed through. Very icky. I have seen spoilers for Ruby's character (unfortunately!) and like, have to say, she got me. But I think I'd start to really clue in with this episode that something is deeply not ok - based on that one scene alone.

I am however, deeply worried, that the emotional manipulation is not going to be handled with the consideration it needs (especially with regards to a woman coming onto a man and being too pushy) and it'll be played off lightly. I guess we'll find out. But I'm getting defensive already. Appreciate that Dean clocks it immediately however.

On a lighter note - go psychic boy go

Anytime Dean makes this face I go mental. He looks like a concerned version of the Eyes emoji. Top 10 expressions I have too much fun trying to replicate in art. Buddy being dead for 6 months must've sucked you've missed so much Oh No.

Supremely embarrassed that it ONLY JUST CLICKED that they're doing a whole Sam's with the Demons, Dean's with the Angels thing.

I'll focus in on the most specific shit and then something so blunt will fly over my big idiot head. Amazing.

Ironic of course, and clearly intentional that its cause Sam was always appointed the 'better one' but that's only cause Dean purposefully inserted himself as the moral-fall character as a way to try and protect Sam. Obsessed with that concept, not so much with the heaven v hell stuff.

REGARDLESS, two angels rocking up and Ruby's immediate response being to turn on the demon eyes makes me wonder - is this intentional - did she choose to do this, was an otherworldly force compelling her to do it?

No I'm not just asking these cause I'm cooking up ideas for Sam to get more demonic nooooooo what're you talking about noooooooo

Hilarious that Cas and his mate rock up like "Hello we are literal fucking angels, we want this human woman please we're going to kill her now, please hand her over"

like they can't just yoink her regardless.

And this is starting to stray into "Why Shy really isn't enjoying the heaven-hell stuff in spn" - which I should save for an entirely separate post, but most of it boils down to the stakes don't feel serious anymore, the comparative power levels of character's feels unbalanced, it takes away ANY weight to Sam's personal faith as a character trait, and--

I'm sorry I just cannot get behind any of it. Really dislike it. Unfortunate. Oh well. Sozzles.

Heaven and Hell was a real hard episode for me to watch for a number of reasons and overall, I deeply disliked it, but the ending scene of Dean breaking down was extremely well done so huge props for that. Fantastic writing and acting all through. Much to consider!!

S4E11 - Family remains

The summary for this one looks. Fun.

"And what am I running from?"

"What you told me. Or are we pretending that never happened?"

OUGH. OUGH. AUGH. OOMF. ACK. AUGH.

I appreciate that unlike every ghost hunter I've watched on youtube, this show recognises that EMF readers cannot be completely trusted. 10/10 thank you supernatural. One small little line about the needle being wacky, and Dean noting that there's power lines right next to the house. Love it.

Nice.

I can sense I'm going to enjoy this episode.

I LOVE A GOOD GHOST-HUNTING EPISODE!!

Also love that this episode forcibly made the boys reconcile with the confliction of killing humans vs killing creatures, but the humans were in a way like the creatures (monsters), the same way the monsters can be like humans.

Anyway, tonal whiplash, yet again with this show:

S4E12 - Chris Angel Is a Douche Bag

The Winchesters need worksafe inspector fake ID because It'd be perfect for this episode specifically

I LOVE the three older magician characters. These guys are great.

WHAT

Anyway this is a good bit. This is a really good bit.

Yeah Sammy what kind of kool aid are you drinking?????

That was.... A weird one but a fun one.

Anyway I'm really starting to feel like I want to cherry pick eps but I'm going to hold off. Till I hit S5 at least.

Like I rabidly consumed seasons 1-3 like a starving animal and now I'm reluctant to watch episodes cause I know there's good shit in here, and each episode has some important development moments for characters, or relevant plot that I want to know about so I don't feel like I can start picking and choosing episodes based on descriptions yet. But damn. Lot more misses than hits for me this season. Seriously considering buying a dvds of just S1-3 cause GODDAMN. Loved almost everything about the first three.

[driluth]

well.

it has been a ride the past few weeks. the guy i was seeing let me down and it has been a very hard thing to accept. i adored the hell out of him and i don't think he's a bad person but it won't work out and how he handled it was v hurtful. but i'm trying to stay optimistic because i did learn a lot about myself!! sucks that it ended so soon with the first person i've had actual feelings for in years but i do feel more in touch with myself, my emotions, and my sexuality. i used to say that he made me brave but that bravery came from within me and i will stay brave!! the last time my heart got broken i shut myself out but now i'm willing to keep my heart open and trust others and also myself.

some good news is i have the most supportive friends and i sincerely do love my life. i finished the second draft of my book today and i am very proud of that!! i don't have any regrets and i am going to be okay and i am full of light and love and that is that!!

[4seasonswithiu]

[TRANS] 190708 tvN Hotel Del Luna Press Conference - Interview

Actress Lee Jieun: Hi, i’m IU Lee Jieun who portrays the role Jang Man Wol in HDL. The actual drama is more interesting than the highlight video itself, so please look forward to this sweet drama this summer!

Q. What made you chose this drama and fell deeply for your character?

IU: Truthfully, I wanted to greet the audience with a brighter character image after my role in My Mister but didn't expect it to be this fast. One of my acquaintances asked me whether I've read the synopsis for Hotel Del Luna so I looked it up and fell for the strong and tough heroine. So i'm thankful for this role. I had lots of concerns at first but after meeting with the director and scriptwriters, they gave me lots of reassurance which convinced me to take on this role. I especially remember the scriptwriters told me "Jieun-ssi, if you meet such strong female character, please grab on it!" Their reassurance and certainty made me chose this character.

Director Oh Chong Hwan: Truthfully, the scriptwriters, production team and I thought only actress Lee Jieun would fit Man Wol's role and we said it among ourselves that we wouldn't start this drama until she joins us. To me, Though Man Wol goes all out being fancy and extravagant, she gives off this lonely and pitiful aura. Strangely, I get the same feeling from actress Lee Jieun which convinced me to cast her in this drama. After watching her performance on set, I thought I made the right decision and was proud of myself.

Actress Lee Jieun on Yeo Jin Goo: I was so happy to know that Jin Goo confirmed his role for this drama because I think he's so reliable and fits Chan Sung's role so well. He does a great job and I thought I have to work harder so I wouldn't be a burden to him. Our filming went very smooth thanks to him. Even the director also keeps telling us on set that JinGoo is a blessing to all of us. He always lifts up the set atmosphere and make us feel more energised. I think we have great chemistry too!

Actor Yeo Jin Goo on Lee Jieun: I thought I came well prepared but seeing Jieun-ssi, she was totally immersed in her character Man Wol. I think we didn't have to worry about our chemistry even from the start.

Actress Bae Hae Son on Lee Jieun: I have always been a fan of singer IU, but when I get to know her closely on the set, I felt that she's a truly meticulous and brave person who can fit the role Man Wol better than anyone else. The more I get to know her, the more I think the director did a great job casting her. Though it's no doubt that she would feel stress being the heroine, but she never fails to treat everyone politely and brightly. She always keeps all of us together and maintain our balance through communication. I think she is the best heroine ever.

P.O on actress Lee Jieun: When I first met her, I was like "wow it's IU, she's so pretty"

Kang Mina on actress Lee Jieun: I've always watched her on TV but meeting her in real life was like meeting a celebrity. We didn't have much scenes together so I hope we'll get closer later on.

Actress Lee Jieun on her role: "When I first met up with Director Oh and the scriptwriters, we all had different interpretation for my role Man Wol. This shows the diversity that this character contains which is very much attractive to me. Whether is it compliments or criticisms, I've received all of it when promoting as a singer. So I tried to consider from various dimensions when improving my role. That was how I got closer to my role because rather than throwing away all my past characters (in dramas), I tried to bring them along and combine their qualities into my current character. I also discussed a lot with the scriptwriters and Director Oh. 

We also discussed a lot about my image in the drama, especially my fancy outfits. Normally you see the heroine changes her outfit every episode, but for me, I have to change it for every SCENE! They also wanted me to put on different hairstyles and outfits that nobody has seen before. As you know, i'm not a very fashion person, so I worked hard on my own to make sure everyone can enjoy Man wol's style and appearance in the show. 

Though i'm so thankful to have met this role because it's such a blessing, but no doubt I feel pressure to live up the expectations of viewers. I'm sure there are still people who love and remember my previous role in My Mister and would probably pick her as my best portrayed role, so I will work hard to make sure everyone can enjoy Man Wol too, and maybe take over Ji-an's place in their hearts. Please make sure to tune into the actual broadcast. We will guarantee you a refreshing and sweet summer!"

Actress Lee Jieun on working with singers-turned-actors: Strangely, we didn't run into each other much when promoting as singers so it felt fascinating meeting them on the set. We had script reading and filmed a few scenes together, and it made me want to cheer on them too as a colleague.

Director Oh Choong Hwan wraps up the interview session: “Please watch our drama, Lee Jieun will make her breathtaking appearance. I knew that she was beautiful, but she's prettier in real life. So please watch it! It's an interesting, exciting, enjoyable yet sentimental drama.”

Translated by IUteamstarcandy

[blitheringmcgonagall]

Oh I'm intrigued I have this hc that Regulus's patronus is a lioness. But I've considered making it a lion too. Why do you think a lion patronus suits him?

Ah well tbh it’s from my canon fic We Can Be Heroes but I’m pretty sure I’ve seen it in other people’s headcanons?

Anyway, in that fic, Regulus is autistic. He believes his parents’ lies about muggles being hell-bent on killing all wix and being dangerous etc. Because he doesn’t lie, and they wouldn’t lie, ever, neither would Bella, because why would they lie to him? Because that would make everything he was brought up to believe a fallacy? He gets v interested in Voldemort and finds out a huge amount of info about him (the parchment stuck on his bedroom wall, remember?), and he later joins the Death Eaters because he is forced to and doesn’t wholly know what he’s getting into…

While he’s still at school, he does try to warn the marauders about nasty goings on because he loves his brother even if Sirius doesn’t realise it. James feels sorry for him because he finds out that Orion has SPOILER and he finds out Reg has been unable to cast a Patronus (sob)…

“Reg! Wait! Just,” James stopped, regarding him intently. “Just… we’ll be here for you, if you ever want us. You can stay with us, we’ll keep you safe. You’re Sirius’ brother, which means you’re my brother too. Don’t forget that, Reg! Send an owl to my parents if you’re ever stuck, or a Patronus to Sirius.”

Regulus looked uncomfortable.

“I… I never mastered that spell, most unfortunately.”

Regulus turned to leave again.

“Reg! Hang on! You need to know how to cast a Patronus, for fuck’s sake!” he said gruffly. “Come on.”

“Where?” said Reg, looking at him blankly.

“To find you a happy memory!” said James, looking grim.

Anyway, later Regulus uses his extensive knowledge of Voldy (see above) to figure out about the horcruxes. And because he’s neurodivergent, Voldy cannot use legilimency on him (that’s just my headcanon, and I really like it) which means he totally trusts Reg (mistakenly, as it happens!)

And then SPOILER …!

The point being, unlike Snape who people wrongly say had no friends, I think Regulus has some acquaintances but had no real friends he can fully trust (he is right not to trust them fully, except maybe Kreacher). He single handedly plots to derail Voldy’s plans and in canon gets himself killed while doing so, in a horrible death 💔💔🥺🥺

He tells nobody about switching sides, so that even his brother has no idea of how brave he was… he is the bravest Slytherin imo and he has a Lion Patronus and that’s quite simply canon now (maybe partly because having JP beside him influenced the shape of his Patronus, and maybe James Potter’s bravery and positivity rubbed off on him??) James was extremely jealous but also very proud!

[spurhill-n]

SCOLDED for booty :v

send SCOLDED for a scene from my muse's past in which someone told them off, justifiably or not

Dust. The bandana that covered his face shielded him from most of it as he leaned on the fence by some shade tree tavern. He was here, to meet a merchant. Tobias, the blond man by his side, fiddles curiously with his gun and they chat; a back and forth about the deal they want to make, what they hope to gain, and how good the meal would be back home. It takes some time before the creaking of wheels draws their attention and the two look over toward the horse drawn wagon that slows to a stop near them.

An older looking gentleman and a young woman step off, and the woman heads inside. This wasn't her business, she was nothing more than company. Then older man greets them and says his name is William Tag, "But y'all already knew that."

The merchandise he brings forth are things he seems proud of, but the young men hide their displeasure. As the prices of these items are listed off, the men find that these prizes look more and more familiar. Jewelry, clothes, weapons.. nametags. It's then that they strike up a trade: the entire haul to spare the old man's life. He disagrees with a haughty laugh, and blond young man grits his teeth, for he had been bluffing and the old man knew it to be so. But not ███████ , he had been serious.

A gun is pulled from it's holster and aimed true at the merchant's head. The laughing stops, but a smirk is held in it's place. "Y'think you're brave enough? I think yer a boy playin' man, just like yer friend here." Another offer is made, and the blond stares nervously, trying to calm his companion, but the gun does not drop. The offer is rejected, and the merchant grabs for the gun.. and it fires. The horses spook and rear up at the sharp noise, nearly trampling the owner on the ground.

".. ███████... what'd you do? Y'killed that man, it wasn't s'posed t'be like this! We was just gonna take 'is stuff n'leave, what's wrong with you!?" Hands take hold of the white haired man's shoulders and shake, then set on blond hair in frustration and fear. "How're y'gonna explain this--who's gonna believe this?! Y'ain't never gonna hear the end of it, I swear, I'm gonna--"

Laughter rings out and the bandana is tugged down, a smile resting on chapped lips.

"Don't matter none, Tobias." The Gunslinger says, climbing up to hop on the wagon and take the reigns. "Dead men don't tell stories. 'Sides, bet that town a ways back'd be glad t'have their treasures back. Now c'mon." A scarred hand grips the tags and badges carved with names. "There's some mamas out there who miss their sons."

[tazzasoon]

responding to shitty people in the comments section makes me feel activated which makes me feel like... i shouldn't, right? like, heart racing, shaking, clammy, buzzy.

but! it's the same feeling/physical response i get on the rare occasion i witness some fuckshit irl, or when i was forced to respond to hostile people working service industry (i'm v proud of how i handled the work things at least but my hands shook like mad every time)... so maybe it's actually a discomfort i should practice feeling and dealing with from the safety of my own home with a block button handy??

idk, i welcome opinions.

i also waver back and forth about the kill them with kindness approach versus pure menace. in person when i worked with the public i mostly preferred the bemused kindness approach, cos i genuinely found it fucking absurd that people got so stressed over pizza or a latte, but online i think i feel braver/more emboldened to talk shit, as many have noted tends to be the case, but like, that's probs not a good thing. people don't hear you when you come in blazing like that. back in 2020 when i made a burner to search cops'/bootlickers' instagram accounts and give them shit i felt like i had more luck with coming from a "praying for you to see how you're a part of a terrible system and find your integrity" kinda approach rather than a straight "fuck you pig"

but obviously cops should hear the latter message too!!!

idk today i told someone i hope he gets visited by three ghosts tonight. that seems like a good middle ground.

i am also trying to work on my road rage.... it was getting so much better but recently has been right on the surface again, probably because existing in society during this brutal and horrific genocide we're funding has brought all the bad emotions to the surface!

if i feel brave behind a computer screen it's nothing to how i feel in a car, which i would describe as "bulletproof" despite knowing that is not reality at all.

but the other day i had already honked at this guy and flipped him the bird for cutting into my lane mid-turn and then i was behind them at a red and when it turned green they just sat there for like a minute and i was so pissed but i just had this feeling they were trying to start me up again so i held it all in because like, it's not worth getting shot!

idk i hate conflict and confrontation and also communication and negotiation hahaha so i feel like these are skills i need to work on for The Vast Unknown Future After American Empire (may i live to see it 🙏🏻)

[despairforme]

BLOOD. -What types of injuries has your muse sustained? What was the worst? // @isleofbeasts

damn ,, ask meme .    

       ❝ I'm guessin' we're talkin' major injuries here, 'cause I ain't 'bout 'ta fuckin’ list every 'lil scratch. ❞ Broken ribs? He was not counting that shit. Torn knuckles? Not worth mentioning. Nnoitra had only had two --- mah, maybe three incidents where something serious had happened to him. Considering the sort of life he led, that was not so bad. He had gotten into more fights that one could count. The fact that he hardly ever got injured was just proof of how STRONG he was.

      ❝ My eye, obviously. ❞ Nnoitra said, pointing to his eyepatch. He didn't wear this thing because it LOOKED GOOD or because it was comfortable. He wore it to hide an obvious weak spot. ❝ I got stabbed when I was eighteen, right before 'da end 'a high school. 'Daz why I dropped out. ❞ Yeah, getting stabbed in the eye had made him say GOODBYE to any sort of education. There was no way he could take his exams while he was dying from pain. Getting stabbed in the eye had been the worst pain he had ever experienced, by far. He remembered EVERYTHING about it, and could still bring forth the feeling of the blade piercing his eyeball if he tried. Not that he ever did. The knife had penetrated his skin right above his left brow-bone, and been brought down vertically to cut through his eyeball and down to about half a centimetre below his eye.

      Nnoitra had had no money at the time, so he ( the smartest man on the planet ) hadn't gone to hospital. No surprise, the wound had gotten infected. The pain of having his eye and face start to ROT? That had been worse than the stabbing itself. It was also why the scar had turned out so large. The whole eye-area had been infected, and it had spread down his cheek. It was why he wore such a large eyepatch. In the end, he HAD gone to the hospital. He couldn't pay for more than the bare minimum, so he hadn't had the eye removed. It was blind, of course, but it remained in its socket. It had looked VERY ugly. Like something out of a horror movie. The eye itself had turned almost white, and he had lost all motorisation to it, so it would just float around, making him appear cross-eyed.

       ❝ Next big thing, though I don't think it was THAT big a deal, was at work. I was fightin' this huge ass motherfucker, 'n even though I won 'da fight, I had 'ta go 'ta 'da hospital 'cause I passed out. Think it was... What'cha call it? A concussion? So, no big deal. ❞ He honestly didn't remember everything from that fight. The important thing was that he had won. He counted it as a big injury simply for the fact that they ( his manager ) had brought him to the hospital for treatment.

       ❝ Then, I guess 'da most badass injury was when I got shot in 'da head. ❞ Again, Nnoitra pointed to his eyepatch. There was a small grin on his face, as if it was FUNNY. It wasn't. But it was ironic that he had been shot - in his bad eye. ❝ Got shot right in my blind eye. Talk 'bout fuckin' luck, huh? 'N 'da bullet went right through 'n exited here - ❞ He pointed at a spot behind his left ear. There was a scar there, but it was hidden by lots of black hair. Getting shot in the head had been... How to even describe it? He remembered everything prior to getting shot, but after that? Things were a little blurry. He knew ( because he had been told ), that he had suffered from memory loss for a while afterwards, but luckily he had gotten his memories back. He also knew that he would suffer from headaches for the rest of his life. Not every day, but pretty often. A small price to pay for actually surviving getting shot in the head. The doctors were fascinated by him, and apparently one brain-surgeon had even written a whole ass paper about his case that had been published. It was a ' miracle ' they said.

       Getting shot had changed Nnoitra's face, needless to say. The eye was completely gone now. The eye-socket had more or less grown shut, but it appeared slightly deformed. The scar itself was still just a few years old, so it was pink in color. The old scar from his injected eye was still visible on his cheekbone, but it had a white appearance and was faded ( because it was so much older ). Nnoitra's brow-bone had been shattered from the impact of the bullet, but had been reconstructed somewhat successfully. There was a small dent there and several scars from stitches - which, apparently, would fade. Overall, Nnoitra thought he looked better than before. At least he didn't have that freaky eye floating around. Now there was just nothing. There was so much scar-tissue that the crater where the socket was didn't even appear that deep. At the hospital, surgeons had wanted to do reconstructive surgery on him, but Nnoitra had declined. WHY should he try to have this ' fixed ' ? He was so used to wearing that large eyepatch, and he doubted any sort of reconstruction could make him look presentable anyway. He would always be ugly, and that was fine.