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genshin-impacted · 3 years

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deserved // Zhongli x Reader (NSFW)

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Notes: female reader, Zhongli/Reader, established relationship, just two people who love each other exploring what the other enjoys, NSFW (see below)

nsfw mentions: spanking/humiliation, brat!reader, dom!zhongli, dom/sub dynamics, implied afab, penetration, kink exploration!!

Summary: "There are certainly many things I am not knowledgeable on, and this is one of them." Zhongli says (modestly, in your opinion), "But human pleasure and pain have... always been complexly intertwined, and if this is something that will provide you that joy, then I would like to try-- for you."

So you want him to wield a harder hand-- he can do that.

"You would like me to... hit you?" Zhongli asks hesitantly, his furrowed brows and hesitance a clear sign of his confusion.

"Well, yes, but in a very specific way," you explain very clinically. He has always liked that about you, being able to keep a level head and being upfront about topics of importance or about things that would have normally been embarrassing for other people. It makes your points clear, which is ever so helpful with the many human things he has yet to comprehend. "Spanking over the knee as punishment, more specifically."

"Punishment?" Zhongli echoes. He is familiar with the term but he would have never associated its need when it comes to you. "Why would I punish you?"

At this, you give him a playfully withering look. "Zhongli, you can't possibly say I don't mess up sometimes and show up late or forget to do something." You tease, "There's plenty to punish me for."

"But... I do not wish to punish you for those," Zhongli protests, and you feel yourself soften when he holds onto your hand, insistent. "Bound to contracts as I am, I would never cause harm upon you, regardless of mistakes such as those."

"I know," you say softly. "Sorry, I guess that wasn't very clear. But I meant... you would 'punish' me for... 'misbehaving.'" At his increasingly concerned look, you laugh. "I think it makes sense if you view it in a more sexual way, babe." (Zhongli feels himself flush at the way one of the pet names you have given to him rolls off your tongue so naturally.)

"You're not really mad at me," you continue, "but you can act like you are mildly displeased in order to punish me for something I did- or I guess, in this case, for what I didn't do. Like, listen to you, or something."

"I see." Zhongli pauses thoughtfully. "And this would be enjoyable to you? I will not be causing you harm by doing this?"

"Well, if it did, I agreed to try it, and I could always let you know to stop," you say, reminding him. "Our safe word and all." You crack a smile. "And I think the physical harm is part of the pleasure. As well as the emotional. But since I know you aren't really hitting me because you, I don't know, hate me or something, it should be fine."

"I don't hate you," Zhongli replies immediately. "I love you."

You feel your heart clench at the easy admission of his feelings for you and squeeze his hands. "I know. I love you too." You clear your throat. "Which is exactly why I trust you to do this with me and be able to enjoy it."

"We can always try again if it doesn't work out," you say. "But are you okay with doing this?"

"There are certainly many things I am not knowledgeable on, and this is one of them." Zhongli says (modestly, in your opinion), "But human pleasure and pain have... always been complexly intertwined, and if this is something that will provide you that joy, then I would like to try-- for you." You beam at his response and Zhongli feels comforted by the fact that you have always been patient and have proven to be so even now.

"We'll work it out," you tell him. "But you have verbal consent to do it whenever you think is appropriate... though I think I can probably act in a way that'll make it easy for you."

Zhongli blinks. "What do you mean, my dear?"

Your eyes twinkle.

You are a playful person at heart, and Zhongli thinks that has been one of the (many) reasons why he is in love with you the way he is. You bring levity into his life, a sense of appreciation for the world around you that is simple in its beauty, finding joy wherever it can be found. He is not surprised to find himself faced with a very similar attitude in the bedroom where you tease and coax, making him feel the need to hold you down and claim you as his (much to your delight).

("You are a minx," he mutters into the crook of your neck that he had, not a moment ago, ravaged with lovebites. You only laugh, hugging his head and pulling him closer, the marks on your body the spoils of victory.)

Zhongli understands now what you meant how it would be a natural progression to introduce your latest kink when you decide to rock yourself onto him with a mischievous gleam in your eyes. Pay attention to me, your hands say, trailing over his shoulders seductively. Notice me.

The book in his hand will always pale in comparison when it comes to you; you need not have tried to demand his attention at all when you could simply ask for it. But as a result, he had requested a few minutes to read, to which you would have normally acquiesced to quite easily. But today, he finds that you are impatient, almost impudent in the way you demand his attention.

A brat.

His heart beats steadily faster than usual (but it always is when it comes to you) when he says your name firmly, a hard tone in his voice that has not been there before. You notice immediately. Zhongli almost wants to look at your reaction if the way you freeze is any indication of how his tone affected you.

So you want him to wield a harder hand-- he can do that.

"Will you not listen to me?" He asks, hand curling around the small of your back. His hands have always been much bigger than yours, but at the moment it seems ever more expansive with the way he commands the room. "Do you need my attention that badly?"

Your retort is quick and sharp in a futile attempt to gain the upper hand, despite the way your cheeks redden. "No," you say immediately, eyes trailing down his unbuttoned shirt collar. "I was... just bored is all."

You gasp when he grabs hold of your wandering hands, his eyes flashing dangerously when he speaks. "How unfortunate. For you to disturb my peace and to lie to me..." Zhongli says calmly, "I believe we need a reminder for you on how to behave properly."

"Get on my lap, since you want to be on it so much, and I'll make sure you remember clearly." You open your mouth to protest and he shoots you a sharp look. "I will not say it a second time."

You glare at him, but that is all you do in protest. Quietly, you swing your leg off of him and delicately place yourself onto his lap, your head hanging down from one end and your legs on the other. Zhongli watches, mesmerized, as you 'reluctantly' submit to his words and display yourself for him with pressed lips, a heated face, and a subtly hidden look of anticipation.

Zhongli takes your consent in mind and does not ask before he sweeps your skirt up to your hip, making you jerk in surprise. He temporarily admires the round of your ass, the fullness of your cheeks, and thinks for the first time that he may enjoy watching how it bounces from the impact of his hand. His rubbing on the curve of your right buttock is the only warning you get before he raises his hand and spanks your ass.

The involuntary sound you make from impact is obscene.

Judging from the way you clamp your mouth with both hands, Zhongli thinks you hadn't anticipated doing such a thing either, and if anything, that makes it all the more attractive for him to have heard it. He looks back at your ass and decides you can take another hit if not a few more. (For both yours and his sake, it is a good thing indeed.)

Zhongli hits the same spot for good measure, and you gasp, back curling slightly as a response. He smacks your other side soundly, earning him another sound; grabbing your ass into his hands before spanking it again consecutively makes you cry out again in a way that makes it evident that it's from pleasure rather than pain.

It goes straight into his cock, and Zhongli has to resist the thought of it hardening for now.

You are covering your mouth from embarrassment, however, and that won't do.

"Put your hands by your sides," Zhongli commands, making you freeze. "This is your punishment; I intend to hear every sound that comes from your mouth."

You place your hands to the side, your fingers digging into his leg to resist the urge to move it back. "Z-Zhongli," you stammer out, wiggling your lower half.

Zhongli takes a gander and slips his hand into your panties and comes out with his fingers wet.

"You're dripping," Zhongli says bluntly. He glances at you as you reflexively hide your face in embarrassment, only to quickly place it down in memory of his command. "How long have you been aroused, dearest? How long did you go wanting me until it was too much to bear?"

You whimper in response, your ass wriggling in his firm hold. "Hold still," he tells you, and when you plant your feet firmly onto the ground stubbornly, he slaps your ass again. A few times, for good measure-- a symphony of gasps falling from your lips, and you stop moving immediately.

The power over you, and the enjoyment you take from being controlled, is intoxicating.

"Good girl," he says instead, trailing a hand down your thigh in praise. Your hand grip into his leg in response, ass rising ever so slightly as though to urge him to continue-- though it has long stopped being a 'punishment' for you anyways.

Zhongli takes care to spank mainly on the convex of your ass, lovingly swatting below and upon your thigh to shock a lovely gasp from your lips. He watches as you rub your legs together in an attempt to abate the sting of the spank and relieve the tension below. When you become muted, he takes a peek at your expression and feels his breath leave him at how your lips are slightly parted, panting, and your eyes glazed over with pleasure.

Utterly submissive, he thinks, watching as you choke out another sound in between a gasp and whine. You may be enjoying yourself thoroughly, but he thinks he enjoys this kink of yours (and his, too now) if you end up looking irresistible like this, in a different way from the way you can dominate him, fucked out and completely pliant for him.

"Did you learn your lesson at all, I wonder," he says, gently tracing his fingers on your tender cheeks. When you nod your head furiously at his question, sniffling, he smiles, rubbing soothing circles onto your back. "You were very good for me, darling, taking all that for me.” He allows you to maneuver yourself until you are delicately straddling him again. He kisses at the plump of your cheeks, holding out his hand so you may sit comfortably on him without rubbing yourself raw with your already sensitive skin. In response, you melt into him, burying your face into the crook of his neck as you wrap your arms around him, and his heart feels full to bursting with affection for you and the vulnerability you have allowed him to see.

"I'll take care of you, my love," he says. "I have a soothing balm that will surely be of great use; I'll pull up a bath for you and make you comfortable."

Zhongli is surprised when you pull yourself away from him to see your pout, adorably petulant, your hand roaming down to where his cock has been hard for the past session.

"My darling is greedy today, aren't you?" He teases and chuckles when you make a disgruntled noise even as you unbutton his shirt and unzip his pants. "No? You aren't greedy?" He helps you pull his pants down as he lifts himself up, grinding himself onto you. "You can be if you so wish," he says, as you look at him pleadingly.

He could have demanded you to speak to him and tell you what you wanted, but he decides against it. He aids you when you line yourself up for him and carries you down gently when you sink yourself onto him. The look on your face is pure bliss, and you have never looked more like a temptation.

Zhongli bites onto your exposed collarbone and lets you ride out your high for as long as you desire. It is, after all, what you deserve.

#zhongli x reader #zhongli smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #female reader #oh to have an adult conversation about consensual sex

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astaroth1357 · 4 years

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The Brothers Dropping Hints to a Remarkably Oblivious MC

I liked this idea and wanted to flesh it out a bit before I bury my head in research for requests. Maybe I'll make a part two later? Who knows.

Intro:

Seven demon brothers, one human. All seven want their attention… So the family agrees to a challenge: Can they get their human to return their affections without actually confessing first? Perhaps… but there's a catch. The MC is denser than a bag of bricks in the love department...

Good luck, boys.

Lucifer

If it weren't for this silly challenge, he'd have considered hiring a sky-writer because he couldn't think of anything more obvious and unavoidable than that…

It honestly astounded him how utterly unaffected the MC seems to be by all of his flirtations. It'd be impressive if it weren't so frustrating.

He could praise their appearance and they'd seemingly forget the compliment.

He could offer them all manner of gifts or meals and they'd think he was just being nice.

He could probably straight up give them a diamond ring and they'd assume it was a late birthday present…

He was so out of ideas he was considering just ripping off the bandage and asking them directly, brothers be damned, but then that'd be admitting defeat and that’s just not on the table for him.

No, no… He just had to be more patient… Maybe offer them a dance next time? He'll win this challenge yet... maybe…

Mammon

Of course the Great Mammon can get his human to notice his feelings! He's their first man, he knows them more than anybody else! This will be a piece of cake. Right?... right…??

It is not. It is not a piece of cake.

First off, Mammon's already shot himself in the foot because of his tsundere-ness. Turns out when he says, "It's not because I like you!" they actually believe him… 😰

Secondly, he's terrible at expressing his affection in ways that aren't material or possessive...

When he buys them things, they think he's acting sweet and just… pay him back or buy him something in return…

Like, he's not complaining (much) but that's not the point!!

Then when he tries to spend extra time with them they assume it's Mammon being Mammon and not, like, because he's trying to show them how crazy he is about them.

And now he can’t even be honest about his feelings if he wants to because of the damn challenge!! 😫

This seemed like a lost cause for him really… Looks like someone else is going to have to win…

Leviathan

He's been cursing their name to here and back for stealing his heart so thoroughly while still having no idea that they actually had it!!! He'd almost swear they were mocking him but eventually, he genuinely started to think they were just that clueless… 🤦‍♀️

At first he thought that he found a loophole because he could just act out a bunch of obvious anime tropes to not-so-subtly hint at his affections!

...but each time he tried to make a move, he lost his nerve and chickened out at the last minute…

"MC! I just bought some pocky off of Akuzon, do you want to try some?"

"Sure, Levi! 🙂"

"Oh u-uh… Great! H-here you go.. " *hands them the whole box...*

When these efforts failed, he went to plan B, which was again not-so-subtly throwing hints at how special they were to him.

"Hey MC, do you remember that game you were looking at? I got it for us! Come on, let's play together! I'll even let you use my favorite controller!"

"MC, why don't you sit over here? W-wait not that close…! No wait, don’t go!! Urgh!! 😫"

At first he thought it was working until he overheard them talking to Mammon, "Mm? Oh, of course Levi's been so nice to me! We're best friends!"

… Ouch, but not unwarranted. He'd have to try something else or just admit defeat…

Satan

He still truly can't get a good read on them. Are they interested? Just nice? A chronic sufferer of selective blindness?? What does he have to do here???

Satan took a page out of Levi's playbook at first, but replaced anime tropes with what you find in old romance novels.

He was on his best behavior whenever MC was around. Downright gentlemanly, right down to kissing their hand and putting his jacket over puddles for them to walk.

… Unfortunately, Lucifer refused to be outshined by his little brother in the princely courtship department and the two started butting heads (almost literally).

If Satan gave up his jacket for a puddle, then Lucifer would take their hand to "help" them across it. If Satan held a door for them, then Lucifer would hold it too and insist that he go in first. If the MC was cold they suddenly were covered by two coats… It was infuriating!

And you know what's even worse? It was counterproductive.

After a while the MC just thought that it was some kind of game or challenge between him and Lucifer and not him trying to express his actual affections…

Looks like he wasn't going to be winning this either…

Asmodeus

On one hand, he kind of gets it because he's lovey and feely with everybody but, sweetheart, please take a hint every once in a while…

Asmo comes into the game with both an advantage and disadvantage. He's far more versed in the art of wooing than any of his brothers, but he was so close with them to begin with it's going to take a lot to get the point across…

Confident boi starts inviting them out more, lunch "dates," spa days, shopping sprees, any excuse to be alone with them really hoping they'd get the idea…

...but they didn't. It was just some fun time with Asmo and not any particular special treatment…

His compliments all seemed to bounce off of them too. They never seemed particularly touched and he wouldn't be surprised if they forgot about them within five minutes of hearing them…

Kicking it up to drastic measures, he tries to initiate even more cuddles and hugs than usual… But it feels like he could literally sew himself to their clothes and they'd think he's just being friendly! How do they not see what's going on here, are they just messing with him??

After a week of trying to monopolize the MC's time he had to throw in the towel, certain if he couldn't get through to them then no one could! 😣

Beelzebub

Well, Beel's a little oblivious himself sometimes so it's not like he couldn't relate… He just wished he could be upfront and ask them because they really didn't seem to notice.

Chances are he was already cuddling with them, sharing his food, taking them places, and doing all the stuff he'd usually do when he likes a person... They probably just considered that to be his normal behavior by that point…

So. He just does what he normally does, but MORE.

Suddenly he's giving the MC half of his meals instead of a third. (Which is what? Enough for a family of four?)

His hugs have gone from just firm to full on bear-snuggles.

He's always offering to take them to a new restaurant or some other place he likes and showing them the best things on the menu (written or hidden).

But it's not exactly going anywhere… 😥

They seemed happy and liked spending time with him but if they were actually noticing feelings for them at all, he couldn't tell…

After a while he kind of gives up on getting them to notice and just starts to enjoy making them happy. Sure, he won't win the challenge, but for now a smiling MC is enough for him 😊

Belphegor

Look. He may be the King of Mixed Signals, but he's considering just giving up his crown but nothing he's tried has been working...

Similar to Mammon, he’s starting at a disadvantage by regularly being more than a little cryptic about his feelings…

To be honest, it was sort of a reflex for him by this point which didn’t help matters at all. He’s not that used to being completely open with his emotions so he has to fight the urge to downplay things all the time...

Oh, the MC agreed to go with him to the botanical gardens? Cool.

Wait, no, not just cool. It’s great! Really great!! He’s really happy about it, MC, can you see his smile?? He’s smiling! That’s rare! Please notice!!

(They don’t seem to notice…)

Eventually he got even more frustrated than Satan or Mammon and nearly just asked them point blank, but he knew his brothers would flip if he tried…

By the end of the challenge he thought it was a dumb, stupid waste of time and energy and he regrets ever agreeing to it (and he’s not just being pissy because he couldn’t pull it off or anything......)

Bonus:

After a couple weeks of zero progress for everybody, the brothers seemed to snap. The MC woke up one morning for breakfast only to find their seven demons waiting intently for them to walk into the dining room. What followed was a cartoon squabble of kicked up dust, flying limbs, and thrown objects as each desperately tried to climb over the other in order to get to their human first (even Lucifer nearly flung Satan across the table by the foot at one point). Poor MC was so confused that they had to shout at them just to break up the fighting…

When asked what's gotten into their demons so suddenly, the brothers have only one response:

"WE LOVE YOU!!!"

…. Eh?

*MC.exe has crashed*

Back to square one, guys...

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macaronipup · 2 years

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sachigram · 3 years

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“With Teeth” Chapter One

((click here to read on ao3!!!!))

Izaya is in the middle of this third all-nighter in a row, buried in his files and flicking back and forth between tabs to confirm and add to his information. He's going to send this to Shiki as soon as it's done, and then he's finally going to get some well-deserved rest. In all fairness, no one is making him work so tirelessly, aside from himself. He leans back in his chair, lifting his arms above his head, a soft noise of satisfaction leaving him when his joints pop. A low growl comes from the direction of the couch, but Izaya doesn't turn his gaze away from his screen.

“You're in my home. Feel free to leave if you're so bothered by me,” Izaya calls to the looming figure. Another growl is sent his way, this one louder than the last. Izaya finally lifts his head and smirks up at the monster occupying his space.

No one else would be able to recognize Heiwajima Shizuo like this, but it's becoming a regular sight for Izaya, who never hides his disgust or enjoyment at seeing Shizuo in his true form. Hollywood has really romanticized werewolves in the past few years, painting them as large, overgrown puppies, but Shizuo is anything but romantic right now, his body stretched and twisted, his skin dark and leathery, covered by wisps of wiry fur in places. Shizuo has so many sharp, jagged teeth they can't fit entirely in his mouth, and he's leaving drool in his wake, but Izaya will only have Namie clean it in the morning. She'll complain, but she doesn't often ask too many questions.

“What is it? You look angry,” Izaya drawls, making a show of giving Shizuo his full attention. Shizuo snarls at him, more drool escaping his mouth. “Could it be the bloodlust is worse than normal tonight? How tragic for you.”

It's been this way for about half a year now, ever since Shizuo was bitten. Shizuo came to Izaya, defeated, overwhelmed with the desire to kill, to maim, his violence only growing more and more as the full moon approached. Izaya took pity on him, helped the monster when he really didn't have to, but Shizuo refuses to look at it as anything resembling benevolence. Izaya's potion helps keep Shizuo in his own mind, and it stops him from acting on his desires, but it can't do much to stop the desire to bite.

Izaya is only a witch, after all, not a miracle worker.

“You could always go out, you know? Bite some poor bystander. You'd bring me more business, anyway.” He laughs delightedly when Shizuo lunges at him, and he moves swiftly out of the beast's way, lifting a hand up and clenching his fingers. Shizuo's body straightens immediately, his arms snapping flat as his sides, powerless against Izaya's magic. His expression doesn't change, however, and Izaya loves knowing how much Shizuo wants to kill him right now, how Shizuo wants nothing more than to tear out Izaya's throat with his jagged teeth. “Relax, would you? The night is young, and you've gone through this too many times to lose yourself now.”

Shizuo relaxes a little at the reminder that if he kills anyone, even Izaya, it's only proving what a monster he's become. There's a haunted look in his eyes, a certain dark shadow that says he's gone through every stage of grief already and settled on helpless, begrudging acceptance. Shizuo needs Izaya now, and Izaya is completely in love with it.

“Good boy, Shizu-chan. We'll civilize you, yet,” Izaya purrs, releasing Shizuo from his grip. Shizuo huffs before going back to pacing a hole in the floor, and Izaya returns to his desk, moving the mouse so the screensaver disappears.

Business as usual.

***

Six months ago, Izaya was completely fed up.

His enjoyment with his work was stagnating, and he was more bored than he'd ever been. Worse than that, Shizuo was becoming closer and closer with that woman, and he was paying less and less attention to Izaya, not rising to the bait Izaya would set out. It got to the point that Shizuo walked past Izaya on the street one day, not even bothering to look at him, and that was the final straw for Izaya, who refused to be ignored. He made some calls, opened old wounds, arranged a meeting.

It took less than half a day to ruin the rest of Shizuo's life. How laughable.

After the initial bite, given by some higher end Yakuza who held a personal grudge against Shizuo, or at least against his reputation, Izaya decided to sit back and wait. He knew Shizuo would come to him eventually, as all monsters inevitably did. Shizuo lasted longer than Izaya thought he would, to his credit, but he grew weaker, more haggard-looking as the days progressed. Rumors were flying around the city, most of them speculating whether or not Shizuo had some sort of terminal illness, and days went by where the monster wasn't seen at all, and Tom and Vorona were handling work without him.

Finally, a few days before the next full moon, there was a soft knock at Izaya's door, far too gentle to be Shizuo, but Izaya knew it was Shizuo even before he answered. Shizuo's eyes were dark rimmed, like he hadn't slept in days, and there was something about him that made him seem almost helpless, an adjective Izaya never once thought to apply to Heiwajima Shizuo.

“What did you do to me?” Shizuo asked before Izaya could say anything.

“What are you talking about?” Izaya replied, his voice smaller than he would've liked. It was a little unsettling, seeing Shizuo so weak, so sickly. Shizuo was always able to surprise Izaya, but this was something different entirely.

“You fucking know what!” Shizuo shoved Izaya then, and his usual strength was there, the force of it knocking Izaya clear across the room. He caught himself before he could hit the floor, and he reminded himself no matter what Shizuo looked like in the moment, he was still a formidable predator, more of a monster than ever before. A knife was in Izaya's hand before he was even aware of drawing it. Shizuo's dark eyes moved from Izaya's face to the knife, then back up.

“You know what,” Shizuo said again, and his face crumpled in pain and fear. Izaya lowered the knife, fighting back a smile as he observed his mortal enemy.

This was more like it.

“I haven't even seen you. I haven't been to your city. Why are you here?” Izaya asked, and Shizuo growled before marching forward, his teeth bared.

“What the fuck was that guy? What did he turn me into? I know you sent those assholes after me.” Shizuo looked down at his hands, clearly fighting with himself on whether he should admit any of this to Izaya. “The dreams, the blood— fuck. Izaya, what did you do to me?”

Izaya put his knife back in his pocket then, unable to stop the smile from spreading across his face. Shizuo noticed it, snarled openly, but otherwise did nothing.

“You came to me,” Izaya said as he moved towards Shizuo. “Why would I ever help you?”

Shizuo's expression hardened, but his eyes remained just as helpless. He seemed to be struggling to answer, but Izaya knew already. All monsters made their way to him eventually. It was instinctual, just something they knew to do.

“Congratulations, Shizu-chan,” Izaya said, and his smile grew into a leer. “You're less human now than you've ever been.”

***

Izaya groans as he stretches again, rolling his shoulders. They're stiff from being in the same hunched position so long, but he's finally done with work, and he's looking forward to sleeping the rest of the day. He might even call Namie and tell her not to bother coming in. He closes everything and turns off his computer, his attention caught by the brightening sky, hues of pink and gold beginning to fill his apartment. He looks over at Shizuo, who is back in his human form, just sitting in a heap of limbs on the hard floor, panting heavily.

“Oh, good, you're back to normal,” Izaya says. “Now get out.”

“Give me a fucking minute!” Shizuo snaps, his voice strained. The transformation is incredibly painful, Izaya knows. Shizuo isn't his only werewolf client, after all, but he's the only one who insists on making Izaya babysit throughout every full moon. Shizuo is rightfully terrified of what he is and what he could do. Izaya just enjoys seeing him suffer.

“Fine, but you could at least gather yourself quietly. Listening to you pant and whine is giving me a headache,” Izaya says, leaning back in his chair and grinning when Shizuo glares over at him.

“Just make yourself a healing potion then, witch.”

It's said like a slur, wielded in a way meant to offend. Izaya is used to this by now, as he's been aware of what he is for most of his life. Creatures come to him, needing help, but fearing him. Witches are rare, even more so in the human realm, and the others who exist here aren't as powerful as Izaya is, aren't able to provide the same services. Most of Izaya's clients hate him and would like to see him dead.

Par for the course, really. At least most of them are upfront about it.

“I might just do that! As soon as this rotten, smelly monster is out of my space, I might just do a lot of things.” Izaya stands, moving towards Shizuo and kicking his pile of clothes towards him. “Get dressed, and get out, before I send you flying out the window.”

The hatred is palpable between them, just as it's always been, and Shizuo isn't looking at anything but Izaya as he slowly begins pulling his clothes back on. They're in a truce of sorts, Shizuo needing Izaya too much to kill him, and Izaya taking pleasure in Shizuo's misery. They'll still fight in public if they cross paths, but here, behind closed doors, Izaya knows Shizuo is in the palm of his hand.

They both know it.

Shizuo finishes getting dressed and limps towards the door, his mind a whirlwind of angered static that he seems to be projecting. He barely manages to cross through the threshold before Izaya slams the door behind him. Izaya listens to Shizuo's steps fading, and he can't help the laughter that spills from his lips, growing louder and louder until it has Izaya falling to the floor, holding his sides as he cackles with delight.

For the first time in his life, Izaya loves what he is.

***

It started early, too early for Izaya to truly remember the finer details. He had dreams, and then he saw things. It was chalked up to an overactive imagination, especially since he was always reading, very advanced for his age. He'd say things, and his parents would compliment him, would tell him how smart he was. For a while, he believed them, and he loved the attention he got, would strive to do even better and learn even more, but it only lasted so long. His parents started spending less and less time at home, and Izaya went from staying with his grandparents to occasionally having them look in on him. He spent the majority of his time alone, and that's when the dreams turned into reality.

Spirits would visit him, wanting help, and they'd terrify him, would clatter about the house and lurk around corners, waiting to be acknowledged and saved, and Izaya didn't know what the hell he was supposed to do for them. For a while, he tried to hide from them, would tune them out by blasting the TV as loudly as it would go. The neighbors started complaining about the noise, and after a stern phone call from his parents, Izaya was forced to sit on his own and listen to the voices of the dead.

After the twins were born, and his parents were around more, Izaya started to relax a little. It was better having other people around, though the spirits remained. Gradually, his parents started spending more time away from the house again, and soon enough, Izaya was left to care for his baby sisters. He was thankful they couldn't seem to see the spirits that lingered around the house.

The first time someone referred to Izaya as a witch, it was spat in a derogatory way, definitely meant to harm. It was an older spirit, a man frustrated with Izaya and his inability to help. The man couldn't accept he was dead, and he couldn't seem to figure out how to pass on. He took all of his rage out on the house, slamming cabinets, breaking things, and the twins were crying in fear, toddlers by that point. They couldn't see the ghost, but they could see their belongings being tossed around and smashed. Izaya tried to calm them down, which only upset the man even more.

“LISTEN to me, you fucking witch!”

Until then, Izaya had never really had a term to describe himself. He knew he was different, but he never knew why. He put the twins in their room, telling them to play with their toys, and he moved to the man's side, his jaw set in irritation.

“What did you call me?”

“A witch! All of you are scum, but I'm stuck with a little brat on top of it.” The man looked at Izaya with such disgust, such judgment. Izaya was so very tired of being looked at that way. He found himself lifting his hand, and a moment later, the man was writhing on the floor in complete agony, tears streaming down his transparent face. Izaya watched him for a long time, a small, satisfied smile on his face as the man pleaded with him to stop, please, stop.

“Let's try this again,” Izaya said, kneeling down. “Ask me for my help, and I'll see what I can do.”

Something changed that day. Izaya was fed up being stuck trying to care for everyone. He poured himself into research, learned to use his abilities, and while the humans in his life seemed to understand him less and less, the other world delighted in him. Word of his power spread, and soon enough it wasn't just the dead coming to see him, but the undead as well.

“I just think it's so cool!” Shinra said one day. The sun was setting outside, lighting the empty classroom in an orange tint. Shinra's glasses reflected the sunset, hiding his true expression. “I don't see why you wouldn't want everyone to know.”

“Well, you spend all your time spouting nonsense about Celty, and everyone just thinks you're insane. I'd rather not be lumped in with you,” Izaya said, holding a dead plant in his hand. With a thought, he brought it back to life. “Stop letting these die, would you? It's messing with our data.”

“Sorry, I get distracted!” Shinra scribbled something down on his notepad and then looked up at Izaya once more. “I'm glad you told me, Izaya-kun.”

Izaya shrugged. “You live with a fairy. You already know about the other world. It's not like we're bound together in secrecy.”

“But who did you get it from? It's genetic, isn't it? Your parents—“

“Have no idea, and I'd like to keep it that way. My sisters don't know, either. I seem to be the only one who has these abilities.”

“Your grandparents?” Shinra asked.

Izaya shrugged again. “As I said, it seems to be only me.”

“Hmm.” Shinra put his finger to his chin in thought. “It's possible it skips generations. If magical abilities passed down continuously, it wouldn't be as rare as it is.”

“Lucky me,” Izaya murmured, setting the flower pot down with the others.

“Yes, lucky you,” Shinra said wistfully. “I'd give anything to be involved in the same world as my Celty.”

“She's hardly herself at all without her head,” Izaya reminded him. “If she was complete, she wouldn't be sticking around with humans.”

“Oh, I know. If I have my way, she'll never have her head.”

Izaya snorted, a smile appearing on his face. Shinra was the only person he knew that could say such selfish things as if they were normal.

“You want her to be incomplete for the rest of her existence, and you're calling it love. You're twisted, Shinra.”

“Being incomplete with someone else is better than being complete alone!”

“It's not, and you're an idiot.”

“Well, either way,” Shinra said, and he put an arm around Izaya, who shrugged him off. “Celty wants to meet you! She can't believe I know one of the few remaining witches!”

“Ugh.”

“And I want you to meet my other friend! He's not magic or anything, but he's insanely strong. To think I'd ever have such extraordinary people in my life!”

Izaya tuned him out, thinking to himself that Shinra was enough for him. The less people he had to explain himself to, the better.

***

Izaya wakes much later, face-down in his pillow. He groans, rolling over, his entire body sore. He looks at his clock and finds he's been asleep most of the day.

“Welcome back,” says an irritatingly familiar voice in the corner. Izaya groans again and covers his face with his pillow.

“Why're you here?” he slurs, his voice thick with sleep. “The sun's up.”

“Yes, but this corner is dark enough. Your blackout curtains hide the worst of the sun. I'm here for my usual potions.”

“It's been a month already? I've lost track of time,” Izaya says, finally looking over at Tsukumoya. The vampire looks amused, as always. And far too smug.

“You'd think it would be easier to keep track of, seeing as I always come the day after your dog stays the night,” Tsukumoya lilts. “Am I correct in assuming you stayed up all night with him again?”

“You make it sound like we were having fun.” Izaya grumbles and rolls out of bed, padding towards the corner where he keeps his finished potions. He lifts a box and hands it to Tsukumoya.

“But it is fun for you, isn't it? Your dream come true, Heiwajima Shizuo at your mercy.”

“I'm really not in the mood to deal with you today. My patience is already thin because of Shizu-chan,” Izaya warns, and Tsukumoya laughs at him. The vampire has always been good at getting under Izaya's skin, seems to think of Izaya as a toy of sorts.

“Fine, fine. I'll leave you be until next month. Of course, if you'd like to chat sooner, you can always reach me.”

Izaya waves him away, and Tsukumoya disappears, probably to go back to his usual lurking. Yawning, Izaya considers going back to sleep, but he's already wasted too much time. His stomach rumbles, reminding him of its existence, and he frowns to himself, considering that Namie isn't here to cook for him, and he has no desire to cook for himself.

“Takeout it is!” he says aloud, dressing hurriedly. He's reading over food options near him on his phone when his it rings, obscuring his search. He rolls his eyes as he accepts the call, making his way out of his apartment as he does so. “Yes?”

“Izaya-kun! How was Shizuo-kun's transformation last night?”

“Same as it always is,” Izaya says, pulling his hood up as he steps outside. It's a gloomy day, rainy and chilly. He zips up his coat. “Why don't you talk to him about it yourself, Shinra?”

“Believe me, I'd love to, but he still doesn't want anyone to know. He hasn't even talked to Celty about it!” Shinra sighs loudly, and there's rustling on his end, like he's working as he talks. “I can't believe he's actually confiding in you about it. I'm his friend!”

“I'd hardly call it confiding. He doesn't care what I think, and that's all. Besides, he knows I can help him.”

“I'm sure you're making it especially hard on him. Please, pretend to be a kind person, for once, and take care of him. Celty is worried about him. She's known what happened since he was bitten, but she doesn't want to invade his privacy.”

“Oh, invade his privacy all you want. Take it from me, it's lots of fun.” Izaya splashes into a puddle, his mood brightened by Shizuo's misery. Of course the monster would isolate himself from his little friends. Shizuo has always had a habit of making himself be alone, even when he had plenty of options.

“I'm still suspicious that you had something to do with this. It's going a little too well for you, isn't it?”

“Shinra, you give me far too much credit. As much as I wish I could be the mastermind you think of me as, I'm not involved in everything. Shizu-chan has enemies who aren't me, and some of them are incredibly powerful. It was only a matter of time before he pissed off the wrong person.”

“Right, right. You're just the worst person I know, so it makes sense to blame you. Anyway, call me if anything changes! I'll tell Celty you were as secretive and unhelpful as always.” Shinra hangs up then, and Izaya puts his phone back in his pocket, his mood still too good to be sullied.

He decides to go to a local Taiwanese place for takeout. As much as he would love to pop into Ikebukuro, he still has work to do, and he slept most of the day away. Takeout bag in hand, he skips through the streets, waving happily at those who stop to stare at him. He splashes through a few more puddles on the way, thinking to himself that he can't remember the last time he felt this good.

As he exits the elevator to his floor, he scoffs at the sight before him, reaching into his pocket to finger the handle of the knife hidden there.

“Why are you here again, Shizu-chan?” he asks.

“'S getting worse,” Shizuo grumbles, lifting his head to glare up at Izaya. He's sitting in front of Izaya's door, his knees pulled up to his chest, his expression defeated.

“It isn't getting worse, you idiot. You're half a year in.” Izaya releases his knife, realizing Shizuo isn't here to fight him. He pulls his keys from his pocket, unlocking the door and leaving it open behind him as he waltzes inside.

“It's fucking worse!” Shizuo barks, following after Izaya, as always. “I almost killed a man today!”

“You say that like it's surprising. You're always almost killing someone.”

“Flea!” Shizuo shouts, gripping the counter as he leans over it and snarls at Izaya, who gives him an extremely unimpressed look. “I wanted to tear a man's throat out with my teeth, and you're telling me it's normal!”

Izaya rolls his eyes. “I didn't say that. I said your condition isn't worse. I can't rid you of the bloodlust entirely. You know that already.”

“It's never been this bad before!”

“It has.” Izaya sighs and pulls his soup dumplings out of the takeout bag. “Shizu-chan, you can't be this stupid. You're a werewolf. You're always going to want to bite people. It's part of the experience.”

Shizuo growls at him, his grip splintering Izaya's counter.

“Besides, I don't know what you expect me to do. Even if it was getting worse, which it's not, there wouldn't be anything I could do,” Izaya continues. “I give you the tools you need every month to control yourself. If you can't do it, it's your problem.”

Shizuo roars in rage, so loudly the windows tremble. Izaya merely keeps pulling his containers out of the takeout bag, practically ravenous by this point. He forgot to eat dinner the night before, and he slept through breakfast and lunch. He pauses as a sudden thought occurs to him.

“Have you eaten today?” he asks.

Shizuo is breathing hard, clearly trying to reel himself in. He still bares his teeth at Izaya when he replies with a strangled, “no.”

“You're an idiot. I keep telling you, but it appears your skull is too thick to listen to me. You're not getting worse, you fucking neanderthal. You're just hungry.”

Shizuo opens his mouth to argue, and Izaya sends a dumpling soaring across the space between them so that it lands on Shizuo's tongue. The beast blinks in surprise, seems to consider spitting it out, and then chews thoughtfully, seemingly placated for now.

“I hope it burns your tongue off,” Izaya lilts. “Now get out.”

Grumbling loudly, Shizuo turns around and stalks towards the open door.

“By the way,” Izaya calls, “try not to bother me every time your stomach growls. I hate you, you know?”

“As if I like talking to you!” Shizuo snaps back.

“Yes, but you have to, don't you?” Izaya purrs. “You need me.”

Shizuo slams the door behind him, so hard it cracks the frame, but it hardly matters. Shizuo didn't have a retort, because there's really nothing left to say.

Izaya has finally won.

#with teeth fic #shizaya #witchy izaya #werewolf shizuo

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sepublic · 3 years

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Just to ramble for a bit; I love how Luz is literally just minding her own business and yet Amity is just so… ASTOUNDED by this. Like, Luz isn’t even trying to cater or appeal to Amity specifically, she’s not trying to play into what Amity wants or thinks is cool- She’s just offering herself up as she naturally is, and Amity is just totally floored by it! Luz knows it’s not worth it to change herself up to attract the attention/approval of others, that it’s better to be lonely and herself than together with others but NOT herself…

As far as Luz is concerned, she doesn’t have to be lonely either- There are still other weirdoes out there for her to stick around with! Luz just puts herself forward as she truly is, unabashed and weird as can be, and just waits for other weirdoes like her to reciprocate and approach, accepting the offer of friendship under the full recognition of the terms, with Luz making it clear as day what she’s offering and what people are getting into with her!

Obviously Adventures in the Elements is an interesting exception… But it’s worth noting that Luz has her own, individual reasons for wanting to learn a second spell, because she doesn’t want to be in the baby class! As for why she hides her general lack of progress to the Blight kids… Aside from what I suspect to be a developing crush that Luz is unaware of, Luz is likely handling the fact that she actively WANTS someone’s approval this time, because Amity is a special case and is a fellow Azura fan like her; King is the closest thing that Luz has to this, but he’s just not as invested and well-versed into the lore, and isn’t able to meet Luz over Azura the same way Amity would. Not to mention, Luz has almost involuntarily won the admiration of Emira and Edric and doesn’t want to let them down as a result, because having people assume the best of her is something she’s not used to handling, and she hates disappointing others who show her kindness/give her a chance (AKA Camila).

I also suspect Luz is fine with being seen as a weirdo, but she has reservations over being perceived as stupid (which is what admitting to knowing only one spell would make her look like); She fully accepts and embraces weirdness, but as an ADHD kid who grew up in the American school system, Luz probably wants to reiterate that she is NOT dumb, that ‘stupidity’ is not who she is –while being a weirdo is- because Luz wants to express herself… Being a weirdo is how she expresses herself, so Luz is fine being perceived as such; But being an ‘idiot’ is NOT how Luz expresses herself, she doesn’t see herself as dumb and doesn’t want to be seen as such, because Luz feels like that’s not her, and she wants to make it clear to others who she is.

Plus, she’s a fourteen-year-old-kid, so amidst what confidence she does have, it’s expected of her to still have some level of insecurity, it’s totally reasonable for Luz to have the occasional crack in her confidence and end up desiring the approval of others every now and then (especially on things that SHE is self-conscious about because she actually cares about them, like magical ability- Luz wanted to prove to Amity that she’s a witch after all), especially if two of those people have already shown her a lot of admiration and willing companionship; And the other is someone who is clearly not okay, in need of a friend, and pretty difficult to get to in general, so Luz REALLY does not want to mess up this one chance of hers to make a proper impression and start off on good footing, especially after prior messes.

Luz wants to make up for the trouble she caused beforehand because she’s definitely somewhat sensitive about being seen as a burden who only causes trouble, not to mention Luz definitely hurt Amity in ways she didn’t intend and regretted, even if Amity’s handling and reaction to Luz’s accidents wasn’t totally fair either. Luz hates hurting people, after all, so she’ll sometimes feel obligated to make up for it- Which can contribute to Luz trying to be the friend she thinks Amity wants her to be, by pretending to be more magically advanced than she actually is.

Luz has never been given this kind of chance by people who seem way ‘cooler’ and ‘normal’ and ‘better off without her’, so she wants to pay them back and live up to those flattering expectations for once. Amity is clearly taking a risk to herself by opening up, so Luz doesn’t want to make her regret it and cause Amity to think it’s not worth initiating contact, if the friend she reaches out to doesn’t live up to what she had in mind. Luz wants Amity to feel validated for reaching out, and if it’s for someone she can relate to in that kind of way, it makes sense for Luz to put aside her own feelings just this once.

When it comes to those she DOES care about, I think Luz is much more willing to lie about who she is (versus appealing to the uninterested strangers who make up society), such as how she initially tries to be more ‘normal’ for Camila’s sake and concern. Luz’s compassion is pretty powerful, but this also means it can occasionally conflict with her desire to be herself, depending on HOW Luz thinks she needs to care for others; Similar to how Eda is upfront about who she is and takes little shame in the curse, but if she doesn’t want to worry Luz and King over it- She’ll hide that it’s worsening.

And I imagine Eda wasn’t upfront about being cursed, because she wasn’t used to people like Luz and King showing her such ready affection, and so didn’t want to turn them away by revealing her condition. Eda was definitely someone less willing to engage with others than Luz, being resigned to individuality at the cost of loneliness (VS Luz seeking to be herself while also making friends), likely due to the years she spent alone and ostracized because of the curse and the Coven System’s criminalization of wild witches. Eda is even less equipped than Luz when it comes to handling strangers freely giving out affection and time to her- And being out of her comfort zone, it makes sense that Eda might suddenly backtrack on previous principles because she’s so unsure and never actually had to deal with this before, when being fully unapologetic was how she handled the initial default of everybody despising her.

Not to mention, there’s Eda of course handling the balance and responsibility of being a parent, which adds to her not wanting to concern Luz over the curse, by letting her kid enjoy life as free-spirited and unconcerned as possible, so LUZ can unapologetically be herself in a way that Eda was never given the chance to. Luz already has so much more of a life left to live than Eda, who is somewhat resigned to her impending ‘fate worse than death’, so she may as well make the most of things for Luz… Because like Luz, Eda IS compassionate to those she cares about. And if she thinks kindness is sparing her loved ones of worry, then…!

If Luz wants to validate Amity’s decision to reach out by not making her regret it, then Eda does the same to Luz- She doesn’t want to make Luz regret choosing to room with Eda after learning about the curse, so she hides it… And then Luz is just totally accepting, and it just paves the way for Luz and Eda’s relationship and being more open and loving with one another… Just as Amity has no issue with Luz not knowing a second spell, so THAT paves the way for those two to develop their own feelings and friendship and validate one another, in gratitude for being validated themselves. If past precedents mean anything, perhaps Luz will be totally accepting of Amity’s crush, no judgment, and possibly even reciprocate…!

#the owl house #toh #the owl house luz #luz noceda #the owl house eda #edalyn clawthorne #meta #speculation

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Full Moon in Virgo ♍︎

The Full Moon in Virgo is happening February 27th 2021. In this Full Moon in Virgo, we are completing the 6 month cycle which started on the New Moon in Virgo on September 17th 2020. Try to think of where you were/what you were feeling/what you started on September 17th 2020. This Full Moon in Virgo is bringing completions to our life. Look at your zodiac sign, which house is the Full Moon ruling in your horoscope, try to think of September & what you were going through. Is it coming full circle this Full Moon in Virgo? You can expect personal goals to be reached. Use Virgo’s energy to stay motivated when everything feels slushy, gray and dreary. Buy that new planner you’ve been eyeballing. You’re going to need it. The Planet Virgo rules the 6th house which is symbolic of work life and routine. This full moon I ask all of you to take a deep look at your routine & get determined in your career. Use this energy to get stuff done. Virgos pay attention to every single detail!

Aries & Aries risings,, Full Moon in Virgo triggering your 6th house of health, work & routine. I want to urge you Aries to pay attention 3 days before the 27th of February & 3 days after as well. The Sun & Moon is making an amazing aspect in your second house of Uranus of income/finances. Positive news & recognition at work this Full Moon in Virgo for you. Health related issues you have been worrying about within the last 6 months will be going away because I feel this Full Moon in Virgo will be making you feel in tip top shape. In work you could be feeling really appreciated & working with others in your career feeling pleased. My Dear Aries, You guys have received the Death card which is symbolic of endings & new beginnings. Think back to September 17th 2021, how much has your life changed? Your life has just reached a complete cycle. The Full Moon in Virgo is asking you to release the old you fully & to move forward with the new people in your life, the new you. It's time to acknowledge all the change that has happened & that change is the chapter of your life has ended.The constellation number for the Death card is number 3 which is the number in tarot that is symbolic of creativity & collaborations with people at work & creativity that you have projected in your life.

Taurus & Taurus risings, Full Moon in Virgo is happening in your 5th house of love, romance, creativity, fun, self expression. Feeling very content right now Taurus’s. It is a fantastic time to be with friends & loved ones. You might be getting a new unexpected opportunity to pursue your longer term plans very soon Taureans. The 6 of Wands is the card that I received for the Taureans for the Full Moon in Virgo. Think of the last 6 months, September 17th 2021 was the start of the cycle & now the cycle ends in the Full Moon in Virgo on February 27th 2021. What in your life is coming full circle? The 6 of Wands I feel I am getting a pull to career & passions. I do feel there is positive movement forward in regards to your career. This card is about victory, personal power, movement in your career/job, a new job or promotion. This energy is having people giving you the recognition you deserve & how much has changed for you during the virgo cycle. You are making progress in your life. Taureans be proud. The Six of Wands is a positive encouragement to believe in who you are and your accomplishments so far. Have faith in what you’ve done and how others will receive it.

Gemini & Gemini Risings, Full Moon in Virgo is happening in your 4th house of family roots, home life & the past. Both the sun & moon are in aspect to your Uranus in your 12th house. At this time you can be hearing really positive news from a family member or in regards to your home. You will patch something up this full moon within the home or a close family member. You will feel empowered this Full Moon in Virgo. The 2 of Pentacles was the card I got for you Geminis. During this Full Moon in Virgo I feel you guys will be finding that balance in your life again. I feel that time management hasn’t been the best in your life recently but I feel you guys regaining that balance in all aspects of your life during this Full Moon in Virgo. I also feel that finding balance with your family will be balanced again at this time. Your finances will start being secure & stable again. I feel at this time your priority will be family this Full Moon.

Cancers & Cancer risings , Full Moon in Virgo is happening in your 3rd house of sales, siblings, communications & short distance. The Full Moon is active 3 days before February 27th & 3 days afterwards. At this time you are receiving good news in communication with others around you, receiving good news from people abroad that you know & making plans to travel. Mental Health wise you will feel stable & may look back at the last 6 months & feel that you have learned a lot. I pulled the Queen of Swords for you Cancers this Full Moon in Virgo. I feel that you guys will be very blunt & upfront with your wants & needs to others around you & yourself. The Queen of Wands is a rational, clear thinker who is very patient. I feel that this Full Moon in Virgo will be a good time for you to reflect on your thoughts & actions from the past 6 months. You may feel like withdrawing from your life to think about yourself & your direction in life.

Leos & Leo risings, Full Moon in Virgo is happening in your 2nd house of values, self worth & income. Leos can expect great news in finances during this Full Moon in Virgo, possibly a bonus, a new business deal, may hear news of a raise. You are feeling very confident in finances. Ace of Pentacles was the card I received for you Leos. The Ace of Pentacles is all about newness in finances. I feel that there is a sum of money you will be receiving around the Full Moon in Virgo on February 27th 2021. This card can mean getting money from investments you have made, new ways of income & promotion. You are being handed wealth this Full Moon Leos & I feel a sense of you feeling secure & stable. I also feel you will feel very grounded during this time as this card is an earth card & the sign Virgo is an earth sign.

Virgos & Virgo Risings, Full Moon in Virgo is happening in your 1st house of identity & physical body. You seem to be reaching a point in your life where you feel satisfied with a certain love partnership or business partnership that is paying off beautifully. You will feel aligned from a mentality perspective. There is a high chance if you or your partners were waiting on news to legal institutions, you will get the positive news during this Full Moon in Virgo. I pulled the 7 of Pentacles for you Virgos. Virgo’s there is something that you have put a lot of energy/hard work into & while you may be reaping some rewards it is not fully completed yet, this is where the 7 of Pentacles comes in. This card depicts a man who has grown this money tree but the tree still has more potential, this full moon in virgo you will be paying attention to details in this regard ( as virgos love to do), I feel you will be revauliting your plans & how to go about this. Keep going, your hard work is paying off, the potential is endless.

Libras, & Libra Risings, Full Moon in Virgo is happening in your 12th house, also triggering your 6th house of daily routine/work. You are completing a process of introspection. You seem to be resting/ isolating during this Full Moon in Virgo. You may have realized this Full Moon in Virgo you need to let go of certain people in your life, especially friends that are no longer in alignment with who you want to become. Libras, the full Moon in Virgo is going to hit hard for you as I pulled the 5 of Cups, I feel someone you had to leave in the past will be coming up when you are feeling sad during this Full Moon in Virgo. The 5 of Cups is feeling emotionally isolated thinking of relationships in your life. I feel that you could be feeling sad this Full Moon in Virgo. The Five of Cups shows you that, even though things aren’t going your way, new opportunities and possibilities are waiting for you – but only when you are ready. It’s time to shift your mindset and focus on what can go right from this point onwards. Be open to the brighter side of life and know many blessings are in disguise right now. Instead of giving in to a ‘glass is half empty’ perspective, look at it as the ‘glass is half full’.

Scorpio & Scorpio risings, Full Moon in Virgo is happening in your 11th house. You are going to be enjoying the Full Moon in Virgo the most. Relationships are going really well this time during the full moon. It’s a fabulous time to go out with friends. Ace of Cups was the card you received. I feel you guys will be feeling emotionally fulfilled with an outpouring of emotions. It may be that… Scorpios will be showing emotions?? I feel all relationships around you will be going very well. I feel you will feel this sense of vulnerability where you are sharing your feelings more than usual. There is a new beginning or new stage happening in a relationship during this full moon in virgo. You could be getting closer to someone or being more committed to someone. I feel a lot of healing energy will be happening in relationships for you this full moon in virgo.

Sagittarius & Sagittarius risings, Full Moon in Virgo is happening in your 10th house of career, public status & reputation. You may be receiving a massive acknowledgment from your boss. You are getting good news from work & or co-workers. I got the 3 of Pentacles for you guys. The 3 of pentacles is symbolic of collaboration, working with others to get things done. I feel Sagittarius will feel very determined this full moon in virgo. You will be getting stuff done around your home, things you have pushed off will be getting done as well. The 3 of Pentacles is about people getting recognition at work. In your work/career you are making progress & deserve to give yourself a tap on the shoulder. Foundations for your future are being laid out.

Capricorns & Capricorn risings, Full Moon in Virgo is happening in your 9th house of foriegn lands, foriegn cultures, society, spread of ideas, marketing & advertising. You are going to be loving this Full Moon in Virgo. You are completing a cycle of study or planning somewhere to travel. A fantastic time to promote an idea or marketing/advertising your creative works. 8 of Pentacles was the card I got for you guys this Full Moon in Virgo. The 8 of Pentacles is about focusing on one goal, taking your time & almost at completion. You are focusing on being a “master” at something & your hard work is going to be paying off. The #8 in tarot numerology is significant of success & luck. I feel that if you have been questioning if you want to go to school this is your sign Capricorn to go back. This is also the card of inner strength, think of how much your life has changed since September 17th 2020 when the New Moon in Virgo was in effect how much has your personal power grown.

Aquarius & Aquarius risings , Full Moon in Virgo is happening in your 8th house finances, values, intimacy & self worth. Securing the resources to invest in your home, investments in real estate or getting fantastic financial news. I received 9 of Cups for you Aquarian’s on this Full Moon in Virgo. The 9 of cups signifies feeling emotionally fulfilled & content where you are right now in the present. I feel a lot of things are falling into place in your life where you can feel stable & secure. This card is about feeling comfortable in your own skin & also financially comfortable where you can splurge. This is a very positive card to count your blessings & to feel genuinely happy. The Full Moon in Virgo will bring you blessings.

Pisces & Pisces Risings, Full Moon in Virgo is happening in your 7th house of marriage, business partnerships, partnerships & relationships. Uranus is aspecting the Sun & Moon in your 3rd house with communications which is really positive . You seem to be reaching a higher level of commitment in a relationship. Resolving communications & relationships in your life. 3 of Cups was the card I received for you Pisces. This Full Moon in Virgo for you is all about relationships, I do feel a strong pull people from the past could be reading out to you during this period of the Full Moon. I see a lot of social activity going on around the 27th of February. I feel surrounding yourself with people who make you smile & support you unconditionally. I feel a celebration, possible birthday party coming up for you as the 3 of cups are all about parties. The 3 of Cups is also about emotional fulfilment with relationships in your life including family.

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thatgamefromthatad · 3 years

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Seen this ad? (Animal Warfare Review)

This game is pretty much what you see in the ad.

You collect different animals to battle other animals and you can merge two of the same animal together (if they’re the same level) to create an upgraded animal. The battlefield looks similar to the one in the second screenshot except that usually it’s a whole big army of your animals versus a big army of enemy animals and the enemy animals are all red (not natural colors like your animals). Also the battlefield will change colors/styles as you progress through different stages of the game.

Read my full review below:

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🦛 Is the game actually fun? Yes!!! This game is pretty much exactly what I look for in a casual game - simple interface and easy to understand gameplay but enough variety to keep me interested. It’s really fun to collect all the different types of animals and you can arrange them on the little battlefield board which can actually take some strategy based on the stats of the different animals. I’m a sucker for merge games and although this isn’t primarily a merge game it’s always exciting when I get a new animal that I can merge up to get stronger animals. There’s not much more to say since this is such a simple game but this is really the perfect casual game that I can pick up during little breaks during work. But I will add that the battles are auto battles with your only participation being throwing food to heal your animals every once in a while, so if you want more interactive battles this wouldn’t be the game for you.

🐈‍⬛ Is this a free game or a “free” game? This is a free game. This game did something I’ve never actual seen before which is let you play the first few stages without any ads and then there was a message saying something like “thank you for playing, we’re going to start showing you ads between levels now that support this free game” which some people might see as a bait-and-switch but I kind of liked that it gave you that upfront message even though it was delayed. It also gives you the ability to get a feel for the game unhindered so you can decide once you get to that part whether you’re still willing to play with ads. The ads between levels are skippable and tolerable in my opinion.

You can save up the free currency you win from battles to get new animals pretty frequently and there are also a few others ways to get new animals so there’s not a lot of pressure to pay premium currency for more animals. If you can’t stand pop up ads you can make any purchase to remove them and the cheapest purchase is only 99 cents which is a pretty good deal to play unhindered for such a fun game! I think the VIP subscription option is pretty silly but it isn’t pushed very heavily, the only thing it pushes every once in a while is rare animals that cost premium currency, which can also be saved up while completing stages.

🦘 Features

Battles (run automatically with your animals and the enemy animals coming at each other and automatically attacking and using their special skills if they have any. You can arrange your animals on your side of the battlefield before each battle which can affect the battles based on the starting positions of animals. You can also tap the screen when the food icon is charged up to throw food and heal some of your animals that are within a certain range of where the food lands. Depending on the level you’re on you can get different rewards for winning the battle, such as coins, premium gems, chests or a new animal unlocked. There are also boss battles which involve one giant, super powerful enemy animal versus your entire army with a health bar at the top)

Animal collecting (the main way to get animals is by buying a card pack with coins. Despite the use of the word pack the packs only include one random animal each. Which animals you can get in a pack depends on the animals you have unlocked so far through completing stages. The price for a pack goes up for each pack you buy but the coin rewards also go up as you progress through stages so it kind of balances out. Each animal has its own stats, abilities and rarity. Some abilities need to be unlocked by raising the level of your animal by merging. You can merge two of the same animal that are the same level to get the next level of that animal. Other ways to get animals include by opening chests, completing missions and by lucky find, which appears after you open a certain amount of packs and allows you to choose between a free animal or one of two rarer animals that cost gems)

Challenges (these are basically special stages that can earn you extra rewards. They work like the other battles except sometimes there are obstacles between your army and the enemy army that can change the dynamic of the battle depending on the starting position of your army)

Chests (there are basic chests and rare chests that you get from completing stages or missions etc. They take a certain amount of time to unlock and usually contain animals I believe)

Tree of Life (basically where you can earn extra rewards by spending a currency you get specifically from merging animals)

Missions (you get rewards for completing certain tasks such as by making a certain amount of merges or beating a certain number of enemies etc.)

Lucky Spin (just a wheel you can spin a certain amount of times a day to get a prize, as far as I can tell after the first spin you have to watch an ad to spin it again)

⚖️ Ad Honesty Rating: 5/5 (I actually only saw one ad for this game which was the one I got as an in-game ad, and weirdly couldn’t find any other ads for this game on Facebook, YouTube or Google Images. But the ad I saw was accurate - you can have several cats fight a bear, the battles do look like that not counting the exact colors of the animals being different, and you can merge animals to upgrade them)

⭐️ Overall Rating: 5/5 (for what it is this is an excellent casual game!! I’ve gotten through more than 100 levels and I haven’t gotten bored yet since I can still get new animals and get the excitement of being able to merge them and see how strong they can get!!)

▶️ Gameplay Video: (by YouTuber user renoez renoez)

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visaservicesindelhi · 3 years

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11 LOW TAX COUNTRIES FOR LIVING IN EUROPE

Ever dreamed of living in Europe?

Many of us have.

However, Europe’s stereotypically high tax rates have turned many successful entrepreneurs and investors away from the idea in search of zero-tax countries in the Caribbean, Middle East, or the Pacific Ocean.

Here’s the deal: while living in Europe and paying zero income tax is a rare feat, it is possible for almost anyone to live in Europe full-time and pay low taxes on their income… even if they’re not a millionaire.

I’m not talking about living like a digital nomad. Sure, it’s possible to spend three months in the summer living in Europe, then spending another few months further south in a country like Serbia. So long as you don’t establish tax ties in any one country, your only concern is making sure you aren’t on the hook for taxes in your home country.

However, as I increasingly work with seven- and eight-figure business owners, one recurring theme I hear is the desire for a home. For many successful people, dragging a suitcase around the world just isn’t their thing. They want a (nearly) full-time home AND the benefits of minimal taxation.

That’s where low tax countries come in.

The good news is that you don’t have to move to the Bahamas or Dubai to enjoy low tax countries rates so long as you’re able to invest some of your money in Europe. While some countries like France will always be off-limits to those seeking excellent tax planning, We’ve made a list of nearly a dozen European countries with favorable tax rates.

1. ANDORRA

Nestled into the mountainside, this medieval village shows the beauty of the Andorran countryside.

Pressure from the European Union caused Andorra to implement its first ever income tax in 2015, but Andorra still remains a low tax haven conveniently nestled between high-tax Spain and France.

Long known as a destination for duty-free shopping, Andorra is an idyllic mountainous country that also happens to offer residence permits to investors and business owners. Fortunately, Andorra has positioned itself to attract those of more average means than other low tax countries like Monaco.

Andorra is perfect for those with capital gains or generational wealth; it has no wealth tax, no gift tax, no inheritance tax and the only capital gains tax is assessed on most sales of Andorra real estate.

The only tax is an income tax, of which a generous 24,000 euros is exempt, and the top rate of 10% takes effect at the 40,000 euro level.

Unless you’re well-noted in your field, there are two ways to qualify for residence: make an investment or start a company. Either way, you’ll need to pledge to spend 90 days per year living in Andorra, rent or own a property, maintain a bond, and maintain health insurance; many residents are exempt from the already low tax rates depending on how their income is earned.

To start a company, you will need to present your CV and a business plan, as well as deposit a 50,000 euro bond for a single applicant. This route requires far less upfront capital but you do need to actually run a business, which means living in Andorra should be part of your overall corporate and tax planning. If you prefer to be a passive resident, you may invest 400,000 euros in Andorra, which can include an investment in real estate.

2. BULGARIA

Bulgaria offers Eastern European city charm, plenty of beach resorts on the Black Sea… and a flat 10% tax rate with no minimum.

At a flat 10%, Bulgaria has the European Union’s lowest personal income tax rates. Corporate income tax rates are the same flat rate of 10% (tied with Cyprus), and Bulgaria maintains tax treaties with many countries that could allow for special tax treatment for some international entrepreneurs.

Basically, Bulgaria’s tax system is simple: live there and pay 10%. You can become a fiscal resident by living in Bulgaria for at least 183 days in a year, or by convincing the tax office that Bulgaria is your “center of life”. While merely staying in the country is often easier, the “center of life” test gives you more flexibility and involves a number of factors.

Eastern Europe is one of the world’s most underrated places for living in my opinion, although out of the Balkan countries I would personally prefer living in Serbia or Romania. That said, Bulgaria has the advantage of being a rather open place to operate, with bank accounts being easy to open and a substantial low-tax offshore company industry attracting plenty of entrepreneurs and capital.

3. CZECH REPUBLIC

Despite being a top tourist destination in Europe, Prague has one of the cheapest costs of living in central Europe.

The Czech Republic is often ignored as a low tax jurisdiction despite the fact that it has streamlined both personal and corporate income tax rate to reasonable levels. Considering that Prague is one of the most cooed-over cities in Europe, the idea of living in the Czech Republic is worth considering.

As a low-tax residency, the Czech Republic (or Czechia, as they prefer) is best suited for European Union citizens. That’s because self-employed Europeans can not only avail themselves of Czechia’s 15% flat tax rate but may also apply a lump sum tax deduction in lieu of actual expenses. For most business owners, the lump sum can reduce the flat tax by 40% or 60%, leaving an effective tax rate of 6% or 9% on self-employed entrepreneurs.

Like Portugal and other European Union countries, real tax planning is required if you choose to live in Czechia. For one thing, you will need to rent or own an actual home; the good news is that the cost of living in Prague is surprisingly low given how popular the city is for tourists and digital nomads.

4. GEORGIA

Georgia has a diverse tourism landscape. For instance, Mtskheta, Georgia is home to a UNESCO world heritage site.

While Georgia may not be in the center of Europe, its position in the Caucasus places it squarely between eastern Europe and Asia. Fun fact: Georgia also happens to be the only European country with a largely territorial tax system, meaning properly structured foreign source income is not taxed in most circumstances.

For non-US citizens, it is easy to create an international structure and pay zero tax on profits while being a legal resident of Georgia. It is also possible to maintain a part-time home base in Georgia without incurring tax obligations. You can even become tax resident without living in Georgia if you can prove wealth or high income.

While Georgia’s capital of Tbilisi is not Paris, Georgia is one of the safest countries in the world and a favorite of ours here at Nomad Capitalist. The cost of living is extremely low, and activities like smoking and gambling are extremely cheap compared to the highly over-regulated European Union.

5. GIBRALTAR

Gibraltar offers residence visas to wealthy investors willing to pay an annual flat tax.

Gibraltar has long been a popular tax residence for British citizens, but Gibraltar’s benefits as a low-tax residence are available to anyone. Nestled at the southern tip of Spain, Gibraltar is a British Overseas Territory and not a sovereign country, but is able to set its own tax policies.

There are two ways to become resident in Gibraltar: start a company or demonstrate a high net worth. As is usually the case with these programs, it is easier for entrepreneurs to qualify by forming a company but proving wealth is easier in the long run.

The High Executive Possessing Specialist Skills method, or HEPSS, allows entrepreneurs with Gibraltar companies to pay a maximum tax on their salary. You must earn more than £120,000 per year, but will only be taxed on £120,000. That essentially translates to a flat tax of £29,940, although you must also consider any Gibraltar corporate tax. You will need to own or lease a home in Gibraltar.

The Category 2 visa program is also appealing but requires a £2 million – roughly $2.5 million – net worth to qualify. There are few requirements besides proving this level of wealth; the main requirement is to purchase or lease a “qualifying” home.

Other than that, you may not carry out almost any business within the territory of Gibraltar. You will pay a minimum annual tax of £22,000, and a maximum annual tax of £28,360 based on Gibraltar’s oddly progressive-but-then-regressive income tax rates ranging from 10% to 29%.

6. MALTA

Malta allows foreign citizens to pay an annual flat fee and exempt their foreign income from Malta tax.

Malta is one of only four countries on this list that are part of the Schengen Area, and one of only three that are also part of the European Union. Malta has developed some of the EU’s most tax-friendly programs for both individual residents and corporations, with corporate tax rates as low as 5% possible for non-resident companies.

Malta has long had a flat-fee residence program available, but as I have discussed in the recent post the newer Global Residence Program has become the second residency of choice. Unlike Andorra and Monaco, Malta does not require any physical presence on its two Mediterranean islands, meaning you can establish residency but not live there at all. Furthermore, they have prided themselves on reducing bureaucracy and even allowing residents to include domestic staff on their applications (similar to Malaysia’s MM2H program).

Maltese residents are not subject to tax in Malta on foreign sourced income that is kept outside of the country. What’s more, they are not subject to tax on foreign capital gains even if those gains are sent to a Malta bank account. Other income, including pensions, can be taxed once at a flat 15% thanks to Malta’s tax treaty network.

The cost of maintaining the residence in Malta is a flat 15,000 euro “minimum tax” payable each year. With proper planning, this should also be the maximum tax. It is also possible to obtain a tax residence certificate.

7. MONACO

Monaco eliminated income taxes entirely in 1869, making it the only sovereign zero-tax jurisdiction in Europe.

While Monaco is not a full member of the European Union, it is a de facto participant in the borderless Schengen Area, offering excellent mobility. Monaco’s exclusivity and proximity to France and the rest of Europe make it a more serious tax residency than some tiny island in the middle of the ocean.

According to the tiny principality, it is not a tax haven. It does allow foreigners to establish residence in Monaco merely by proving their wealth. Doing this generally requires a 500,000 euro bank deposit and purchase (or in some cases, rental) of a property there.

Seeing that parking spaces can often sell for up to 1 million euros, residence in Monaco is reserved for the wealthiest entrepreneurs and investors. It’s also reserved for those actually willing to live there; you must spend three months per year for the first nine years, at which point you can obtain what is effectively permanent residence but requires 183 days of stay per year.

If you’re interested in getting a residency or second passport in Monaco, we have just published our Ultimate Guide where you can get all the details.

8. MONTENEGRO

Montenegro has low corporate taxes and is one of the least expensive countries in Europe to start a company.

Montenegro boasts the lowest headline personal income tax and corporate income tax rates in Europe, both pegged at a flat 9%.

Like many of its western Balkan neighbors, Montenegro has sought to attract business to its small country – population: 620,000 – by lowering tax rates. While almost all of eastern Europe offers rather reasonable tax rates in the teens, Montenegro offers the lowest tax rates and the benefit of a country you might actually want to live in.

Locals know Montenegro as Crna Gora, meaning “black mountain”, but the Italian name stuck and gives the country an air of sexiness by sounding similar to Monaco. Personally, I believe it is a completely stunning place to visit during the summer season, which is why I purchased my beach house for holiday getaway right there, where I relax, do some writing and enjoy the sunsets and Mediterranean cuisine.

Montenegro’s government seems to have played to that notion, inviting foreign investors to develop luxury resorts on its pristine coastline in a bid to be the jewel of the Adriatic Sea. It was enough to attract me to buy a home in Montenegro.

Montenegro allows foreigners who buy residential property to obtain a temporary residence card, renewable yearly. If you spend fewer than 183 days in Montenegro, you will generally not be taxed. If you live in Montenegro the majority of the time, you will become tax resident and be liable to pay the flat 9% rate on your income.

While Montenegro isn’t a zero-tax country for full-time residents, it is a very attractive home base primarily for Europeans seeking a legitimate low-tax residency to appease their home government.

9. PORTUGAL

Even though Portugal is a high tax country, foreigners can take advantage of a ten-year Non-Habitual Resident Tax exemption that exempts up to 100% of their income from Portuguese tax.

Most people don’t associate Portugal with low tax countries.

In most cases, they’re right; Portugal is hardly a tax rate favorable place for the average resident. However, foreigners can take advantage of a ten-year Non-Habitual Resident Tax exemption that exempts up to 100% of their income from Portuguese tax.

While this exemption doesn’t allow you to live in Portugal tax-free forever, it is long enough to allow you to claim Portugal citizenship if you meet the rather lenient physical stay requirements.

The first step to living in Portugal is to obtain Portugal residency; this can be done by purchasing real estate through the well-known Golden Visa program, but can be done more easily by hiring people or by merely proving you have rental income overseas.

There is a catch, though: the most tax-optimized structures won’t qualify for Portugal’s tax exemption. Income from blacklisted tax countries is not subject to exemption, meaning your offshore company in the BVI or Hong Kong won’t work. Substantial tax planning is needed to ensure that all of your business and passive income is structured to eliminate taxes while you live in Portugal.

10. SWITZERLAND

Switzerland was one of the first countries to allow wealthy taxpayers to negotiate a flat annual tax with its cantons

There is no doubt that Switzerland has become less friendly both for immigration and banking in recent years. That said, it is still one of the safest and most respected countries in the world with a location at the heart of Europe. Swiss residency offers an air of legitimacy that many other low-tax residencies can’t match. Foreigners have two residency options to choose from.

The first is to form a new company in Switzerland and hire local employees. This company will pay corporate income tax based on which canton (region) it is incorporated in, and you as the manager will pay Swiss income tax.

The more common and lower tax method to living in Switzerland is the Lump Sum Taxation method, also known as “taxation according to expenditure”. Under this method, a family may move to Switzerland and pay a flat annual tax based on their cost of living rather than their actual income. This has often been described as negotiating a flat tax, and each canton has their own policies.

Generally speaking, expect to pay at least $150,000 and up to $1 million in flat tax each year depending on which canton you want to live in. You will also not be able to legally reside in Zurich. If your income exceeds $1 million each year, maintaining your home and tax residency in Switzerland would give you a moderate tax rate. If your income is in the millions, Switzerland could reduce your tax rate below 10%. While Switzerland is hardly a cheap place to live, it has one of the highest standards of living in the world.

11. UNITED KINGDOM

The UKis far from a tax haven, but there are certain exemptions from the rule when it comes to tax rates, which you can take advantage of if you’re a wealthy entrepreneur.

Like Portugal, the United Kingdom isn’t exactly a haven in terms of low tax countries for all… but it is for a select group of wealthy individuals. By exploiting the difference between domicile and residence, certain foreign citizens can live in London and pay an annual flat tax.

This “non-dom” system has been popularized thanks to Middle Eastern and Russian billionaires who take up residence in the United Kingdom yet claim they are not running their businesses from Kensington. Because their income is a foreign source, it is eligible to be taxed on a remittance basis; keep the income out of the UK and it is not taxed.

Obtaining residency in Britain requires a substantial investment, but for the right person, the tax benefits outweigh the initial costs. Claiming non-dom tax benefits may be free for up to six years, after which the remittance basis charge is anywhere from £30,000 to £90,000 depending on how long you’ve been a resident.

Tax residence in the UK is a highly complicated topic and always worth discussing at length with a tax professional before claiming any benefits, particularly as some non-dom benefits must be claimed in advance.

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shayafury · 3 years

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Commissions Open

A little info about commissions !

Lists:

1.Daniel - oil painting - (Covid -19 hold)

2. Tony Hellander - Digital art / Sketch done /

3. Evan Christiano - Digital Art - Idea working on

Notice:

- The PayPal fees are paid by the client!

Digital Art:

* QUICK SKETCHES/ Line ART (Digital Art) - 20.00 Euro per Character (+ 15.00 Euro for additional character );

* One Character BUST sketch (Digital Art/colours) - 45.00 Euro (+ 25.00 Euro for additional character );

* One Character half body or 3/4 (depends on details / Digital Art/ colours ) = 60.00 Euro (+ 35.00 Euro for additional character and if there is gonna be a background that will be added to the price as well!)

*One Character full body (depends on details/Digital art/Colours) = 75.00 Euro + (+ 35.00 Euro for additional character and if there is gonna be a background that will be added to the price as well!)

Traditional art:

* Traditional art Ink Art Sketch - 35.00 Euro TIF and JPG format size A4

* Traditional art watercolours : 40.00 Euro TIF and JPG forma size: A5 (12x17 cm - 4.7x6.7 in) (+ 20.00 Euro for additional character or background)

* Traditional art watercolours : 60.00Euro TIF and JPG forma size: A4 (+ 25.00 Euro for additional character or background depending on the details!)

* Traditional art watercolours : 50.00-100.00 Euro free shipping worldwide (that depended on the size if it is not A3)

* Traditional art oil Painting: 100.00+ Euro ( Shipping not included, the price depended from the size of the canvas)

Sketchbooks :

Small size - 30.00 Euro ( 32 pages, paper can be with two types watercolour paper or graphic paper) + shipping 10.00 Euro = 40.00 Euro in total

Big size - 45.00 Euro ( 32 pages, paper can be with two types watercolour paper or graphic paper) shipping 10.00 Euro = 55.00 Euro in total.

WORKS THAT FIT BEST WITH ME:

- Fan Arts/specially that are close to my heart <3 /

- Female Figures

- Male Figures

- Landscapes

- Original works as well /OC`s, portraits and others/

THINGS THAT I WILL NOT DRAW!

- Naked girls/guys in sexy/seducing poses - NO

- MILFS - NO

- Gore stuff - NO

- Others stuff that I am not comfy with (ask me in person)

POLICY:

- Work in Progress will be delivered regularly via e-mail or other social media (whatever is more comfortable for you ).

- Please respect the decision of me to ACCEPT/REFUSE ANY type of commission!

- Time for commissions in "Process"

- Digital can be used for whatever you want, but ONLY if you credit me properly (name + link to one of my galleries).

- A commissioner can get only till 2 commission per one time! Other than that it will slow my work and I will delay the others so max 2 commission per person.

Priority:

- Patrons - A Patron will get a -% discount from any commission type from the list and depending on the tier they are pledged on my Patreon page.

PROCESS!

Commission type! /Digital,Traditional or Hand Made sketch book/

Character reference (At lest 1 picture max 3 photos! Some small text will be nice to get the idea of the "mood" and to see what you want )

Cost - from the list READ THE TYPE OF COMMISSIONS I DO!

WIPs will be shown once or max three times other than that it will get a bit of blur! How I show the WIPS: With a small video to see a small process and where I am at the moment with your drawing; Photo wips as well.

You can review it once again, once it's done!

If it is a digital art you will receive - High Res .JPG, .TIF and low quality .JPG for social media with my Patreon link for sure.

You will be tagged in my Facebook Page also in my other social medias (if I have you in them or just saying your first name or nick name).

Traditional Art time - at best 3 week and depending where are you in the list.

Digital Art - 4 or more weeks (digital takes much more time for the details and all =]

Handmade Sketchbook - 3 - 4 weeks ( to cut the paper, make the design for the cover and get printed, types of ribbons you like to have, sewing by hand)

Payment:

Paypal only

Pay upfront please (for bigger commissions and larger sums please contact me)

Special:

- Revisions will be charged, once you'll ask for more than 2 changes. 5€ if small changes (additional props), 10€ if it is a bigger change have to be made.

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herbgerblin · 5 years

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✨Herbgerblin Art Commissions✨

Hello, lads, I am free to do art commissions right now! I’m opening six slots from today until next week, or until they all fill up. If you are interested, you can contact me via tumblr DM or email to [email protected]. Please include a physical description of your character, a pose you would like me to draw them in, and any reference pictures that might help. Payments are made via PayPal invoice. You can also show support by donating to my Ko-fi!

If you reblog this, I’d greatly appreciate it! Price listing and guidelines under the cut!

Line art

Icon: $10.00 USD

Half body: $15.00 USD

Full Body: $20.00 USD

Flat Color

Icon: $20.00 USD

Half Body: $27.50 USD

Full Body: $35.00 USD

Fully Rendered

Icon: $30.00 USD

Half body: $40.00 USD

Full Body: $50.00 USD

Extra characters/complex background: + $10.00

Comic Spread: $60-85.00 USD. This is relatively new thing. It’s a 1 page, typically 8.5x11 spread that can be in either color or greyscale. Price will be dependent upon complexity. Please include a script detailing characters, scene, and dialogue.

Guidlines:

Yes: Original Characters, DnD Characters, Fan art, Concept art, etc.

No: NSFW, Violence, Gore, Pedophillia, Incest, etc.

I request half the total cost upfront upon acceptance of your request and half when the commission is complete. (If you want to pay total upfront, that’s fine too.) I will notify you when I’ve begun the commission and I will work to complete it within a 2-3 week time span. I will contact you if an event disrupts the deadline.

All communications will be documented for my personal records. (No third parties will be involved) Included but is not limited to: date of request, any references provided, updated communications, edit requests, cancellations, suggestions, and nationalities.

I will send progress updates and I will edit as needed before going to the next stage, but I require communication from your end as well. If I don’t hear back from you after two days, I will put the project on hold. My prices will not change because someone claims they don’t like my work. I reserve the right to deny any request and an explanation will be provided.

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The Party, Part Two

This is very long and if you look hard enough, you can see my actual tears on this. But, regardless of the length, I put a lot of effort into it! Hope you’ll enjoy :)

CW: Modern slavery, creepy/intimate whumper(s), group whump, public whump, collars, pet whump, dubcon mention, conditioning, brainwashing, touch starvation, noncon touching, dubcon kiss on the forehead, flashbacks, knives, bleeding, punching, hot wax torture, waterboarding, electric shock, begging, whipping, cigarette burns, and maybe other things I have forgotten! message me if further tagging is needed

Taglist! @spiffythespook

@ashintheairlikesnow‘s Karen is vaguely, VAGUELY eluded to in this!

Word Count: 8,826

The party was in full swing at 7 o’clock PM, most of the guests arriving just on time fifteen minutes before. Quickly the ballroom had filled, the guests enjoying what Emerson had made of the room. It was easy to pick out who was new and who wasn’t, the former looking around before settling into a corner while the latter found whatever was comfortable and raised their voice above the clamor of so many people.

Everything was so loud. The voices of the crowd while they laughed and joked to each other, the sound of footsteps, of heels, if he wasn’t trying hard enough it was easy to get lost in the noise. Emerson was quickly beginning to feel overwhelmed, wishing briefly that he didn’t have to hear any of it at all. He reminded himself that this was just the prelude of what was to come, and that the silence would be so, so much more worse than the noise.

He served drinks at these parties like always. It was what he was supposed to do before the main event of the party in an effort to show off the merchandise - show him off. Master Henrick told him to put on a smile and be polite to the guests so that they might be more interested in buying more requests.

Emerson couldn’t resist feeling so nervous against all of the eyes staring at him, at his collar, at them knowing what he was.

He kept his hands from shaking as he weaved between people, kindly offering drinks to Master Henrick’s guests with a forced smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. The guests’ eyes all drifted over him carefully, hungrily, as he bowed his head and slipped away before they could touch him. That, of course, wasn’t allowed. As it was, their gaze told him all he needed to know, how unsafe they were. A threat. He wasn’t sure where the thoughts came from, but he was thankful that he could read people’s stances well enough to know to leave.

The feeling that prickled underneath his skin still remained however, stopping just at the feeling of the dog collar that Master Henrick had put on him, seeping into the elegant gold metal that had his name etched into it. He didn’t want to be here, but it was requested of his Master. He must always listen to his Master.

Emerson drifted to the next group of people like he was weightless - and part of him very much felt weightless - upon noticing that one of them didn’t have a drink in her hand. He offered wordlessly, forcing that same smile on his face as he looked her in the eye. Polite, but only just. Her gaze drifted over him, down his shoulders and torso and then back up to the collar that hung like a thick metal chain against his neck. He could tell that she knew how tense he was, from the way she paused upon looking at the tray.

“Aren’t you a pretty thing,” she cooed, voice soft as she reached a hand forward to caress his face. “I don’t think I’ve seen you in person, yet.”

“Pl-please, ma’am,” Emerson said with enough thickness in his voice that his fear was easily heard. There were just so many people, and all their eyes briefly flicked to him once he spoke. “Wait until the show to touch me.”

“Oh, well, I thought you might need a little comfort. You look like you’re amidst wolves, not friends!” It’s because I am, miss. The woman took the drink from his tray while her other hand moved up to touch his hair. It took nearly everything Emerson had in him not to lean into the comforting touch. “You should relax, darling. You’re plenty safe with us.”

“Still, ma’am. If you want to touch me, it requires payment in advance.” His voice came out strained, and he was sure that the woman didn’t hear him.

“Oh, I’m sure Mr. Alexanders wouldn’t mind me looking at his dear pet, would he? Let’s get a look at you.” Her hand perched on his chin, tilting his head to the side.

Emerson swallowed, forcing his gaze to remain soft. Remember to be polite to our guests, Em. I don’t need any of that attack dog bullshit that you’ve got in your head. Just you and your body.

“You are right, ma’am. Master Henrick does not mind. I… I’m flattered you are so willing, but please inquire with him about touching me.” Fingers danced over his skin, and thoughts of she’s a threat and need the touch clouded his head, long enough for the woman to slip her hand against his throat.

Emerson’s eyes flashed open. No one but me gets to do any real damage to you. That’s like giving away ownership, isn’t it?

“Ma’am, stop,” he said, grabbing her wrist and drawing it away from his neck. “In order for the merchandise to be touched like this, it requires payment. If you wish to do anything more, please direct your focus to my Master. I’ll come with you, if you’d like.”

Those worse came out more confidently than his other ones, a practiced phrase in case something like this happened. Master Henrick gave him the words so that he could weaponize them against the guests, Emerson’s only defence against them. He was thankful for his Master being so possessive.

He was also thankful that Orifel wasn’t here to listen to how he talked about himself.

Orifel stayed upstairs, sleeping in a room that is locked with a special key that only Master Henrick has, denying access to any of the guests and Emerson. But Orifel was safe, and that at least was something that could be agreed upon. Master Henrick and Emerson both hated sharing, hated the idea of the guests looking at him in the same way they did with their “merchandise”.

The woman’s lips pursed as she shifted her weight to her other hip, looking him upon and down as she considered his words. Deciding if he was worth paying the extra money to touch him. Emerson hunched over just slightly so he didn’t seem so tall to her. Submissive and pliant, ready to do what she asks of him.

She finally clicked her tongue. “Fine, come on then. We have some payment to discuss, hm?” She reached forward and grabbed his wrist, pulling him forward through the crowd. Her cohorts followed close behind, though Emerson couldn’t catch all of their gazes as he struggled to keep up with the woman’s unreasonably fast pace, especially considering her high heels.

Heels that clack against the floor, signaling a fate that would be worse than death. He does not remember her and he does at the very same time-

Emerson forced his head to rise above the crowd to see Master Henrick up ahead, and his heart leaped into his chest at the relief. He was talking to what seemed to be his business partners - people he had seen around the house more than once, who were always wearing those fancy suits and ties. They always looked like they had somewhere important to be.

He remembered Ori calling them Shadowmen, because all they do is follow Sir around, because he’s the most important one. If he wasn’t there they probably wouldn’t know what to do! And he feels the ache over wanting to hear his voice again.

Henrick was much more put together than what he had seen this morning, tousled hair now slacked back into its regular, formal style. He had changed suits too, now wearing all black with a red tie to match. It hides the blood better from my experience, Emerson recalled him muttering before.

It was much different than Emerson’s own simple clothes. Simple dark jeans and a nice, halfway buttoned shirt. His shirt was supposed to be buttoned all the way, but a wayward guest decided that he “needed a little air”, and caught him before he could get away from them.

“Mr. Alexanders!” the woman called, immediately stopping the conversation in progress as she walked right up to Master Henrick. Emerson couldn’t stop the gentle glare in her direction at the nerve of interrupting him in a most-likely important conversation. Had he done the same, he would have gotten a whip across his back or worse.

“Yes, Miss Whitfield?” Master Henrick answered back in a similarly formal tone, an echo of tenseness to signal his annoyance. His brown eyes settled on Emerson, drifting over him slowly as they assessed the damage that the guests had done to him so far.

“Your pet mentioned that I could pay for his… company, until the show started. How much is it?” Miss Whitfield drew a finger across Emerson’s cheek, and he leaned into it without thinking. “I would very much like to have him around. I’m sure my compatriots would as well.”

Master Henrick’s eyes twitched. One of the Shadowmen opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by Master Henrick’s hand as it was held into the air.

“One moment, Irvin. I’ll get back to our discussion, I promise.” He lifted a hand, crooking his fingers towards him as he stood. Emerson wriggled his hand out of Miss Whitfield’s grasp and stepped forward into the hand. “Emerson, you’re already a mess. Can’t you keep it together for just an hour?” His voice was playful, as Master Henrick buttoned his shirt back up and carded a hand through his hair, lovingly piecing him back together enough to be presentable. Everyone watched in silence, the simple act of possession as Master Henrick placed his hand on Emerson’s shoulder and flipped him around, tightening his fingers around its perch. “Payment is upfront, I hope you brought your money with you, madam. It’s 500 dollars cash per person that plans on touching him. And trust me, I’ll know if someone who hasn’t paid has touched him.”

Master Henrick tilted Emerson’s chin up, moving his gaze over to Miss Whitfield and her group. A wordless command to look at their faces and memorize those who were about to pay and to watch for those that didn’t.

Miss Whitfield stared them down for a moment, finally taking a moment to look at her small group. One of them flicked their heads away, and she sighed. “Let me discuss with my partners.”

She then flipped around and led them away into the crowd, likely to find a nice space to count their money or relax for the evening. Emerson hoped it was the latter.

He couldn’t deny the satisfied feeling in his chest as he was drawn backwards and down into Master Henrick’s lap. The fear that he carried was replaced with comfort as familiar hands ghosted over his skin. Lips pressed against his forehead in a soft kiss. A reminder.

You’re mine. Don’t you ever forget that.

“What was it that you were saying, Irvin?” Master Henrick urged, tilting his gaze over to a blonde man who was watching them with cold, blue eyes. “I believe it had something to do with the services my pet can give you? I’m sure now by looking at him you’re a least a little more intrigued, yes?”

“I… yes. I suppose I am, Mr. Alexanders. How much would it be for the full works, private room and all?” Ah. Emerson stared at the Shadowman, looking over his features and adhering them to his memory as best he could. He was going to have to keep Irvin in mind for later. From the way his gaze couldn’t quite drag itself away from him, he had a feeling that he would be seeing him again very soon.

“Hm… for everything, it would be 10,000.” Master Henrick let out a cackle as Irvin blinked several times. “Don’t worry my friend, I don’t expect you to carry that kind of money on your person. You can wire it to me after the events are done, if you’re still interested.” Emerson felt fingers toy with his hair, drawing it into lazy curls. He leaned into the touch without much resistance, relishing in the feeling for as long as he could. “My Emerson is very good at what he does. I’m sure he won’t disappoint if you do intend on purchasing his companionship. Isn’t that right, Em?”

“I’m an active participant in fulfilling my owner’s desires,” he said instantly, not quite thinking the words through. Emerson blinked, as he thought about the words that would be better to say, ones that Master Henrick had told him to repeat and repeat. “Other people are included, of course. I don’t mind them as long as Master Henrick consents to it.”

He batted his eyes as he stared delicately at Irvin, perfectly held in Master Henrick’s lap just like a good pet should be. All of his body language said that he might even dare to be interested in such afterparty activities. In reality the thought disgusted him, Emerson hated the idea of being used in that way if they weren’t Master Henrick or Orifel. But he had to put on a good show for his Master. That’s what the whole point of the party was.

Emerson felt an uncomfortable shift in his chest, fear once again rising as the man drifted his gaze up and down his body. Thinking about what could be. Fantasizing. Like he was some sick toy to be used. His stomach rolled.

“I… suppose we’ll have to talk more after the show, then,” Irvin finally said, dragging his gaze away enough to look at Master Henrick.

“Suppose we shall, then.”

Master Henrick continued to lightly toy with Emerson’s hair until Miss Whitfield returned again, with enough cash in her hand to make Emerson’s eyebrows raise. She marked all who had paid - around five people - and gave exact change. Upon confirming, Master Henrick reluctantly pushed Emerson off of his lap.

“Very well then,” he said, looking up at Miss Whitfield with a cool expression. Emerson didn’t like that one, it always meant that he was angry or frustrated. “He’s all yours until the show. Remember not to injure him or do anything suggestive, those you’ll have to pay extra for. Have fun, Emerson.”

Emerson held out his hand, and Miss Whitfield took it with a smile. She led him back to the area that they had been lounging in before. She directed him to sit into a chair, and he obeyed, putting his hands into his lap. Miss Whitfield brushed his hands to the side and sat down in his lap, wrapping her arm around his neck to stay balanced.

“I’m sure this doesn’t count as suggestive,” she said, drawing her long nails across his jawline to make him shudder.

“No, ma’am,” he responded.

From this angle, he could look at all the people who paid to touch him. In total there were five people, a few women and two men. Two pairs with rings on their hands, and then Miss Whitfield. They all seemed to be different sizes, but Emerson was just a few inches taller than all of them.

One of the other women approached to curiously touch the side of his face. “Alexanders sure does know how to pick his boys. How old are you, anyway?”

“I am 25, ma’am. I have resided with Master Henrick for over two years.” The answer was so well practiced against his tongue he barely needed to think about it.

A man spoke up next. “I’m sure you love it here, don’t you…” he squinted down to his collar. “Emerson. From what I’ve seen of the house, it’s a lovely place to live.”

“I do, sir. It is very nice here. Master Henrick takes excellent care of me and-” He choked back the words before they slipped out, before he had made the grave mistake of saying too much. “An-and I can, I can never repay him for his kindness. Please,” Emerson raised a hand towards the man. “Feel free to do what you wish as long as it doesn’t injure me or is suggestive, like my Master said. I like the touch.”

Effectively dissuaded, the man’s eyebrows raised as he was clearly pleased from the behavior. He set his drink down and took Emerson’s offer, taking his hand and rotated his arm until his forearm was exposed. The man traced the delicate skin, making some unseen pattern up his arm until it found a circular burn mark.

“What happened here, dear Emerson?”

“A cigarette from the last show that was streamed. It will scar for a bit, but it shouldn’t last too long,” Emerson promised. Some of the guests disliked scars against his skin, the idea of the surface being marred with unneeded marks horrifying to them. Others preferred it, seeing it as a sign of ownership. It was hard to tell which a person preferred.

The man clicked his tongue, similarly to Miss Whitfield. “Shame. If it were up to me, I would love to see these marks all over your skin.”

Emerson’s gaze traveled to the main stage, readily able to be viewed at this vantage point, finding the table with all of the various implements that Master Henrick had laid there. He wasn’t allowed to touch them, but had taken a look to familiarize himself with what was presented as requests.

“If you would like, Master Henrick allows guests to purchase requests for what they would like to do to me during the show. Cigars and cigarettes are available.” His words were robotic, like a fucking advertisment that he might see on TV. Always shilling something out of his mouth.

The man hummed in acknowledgement, a glint in his eye that made Emerson so desperately want to pull his hand away from him. He stayed still.

The other man piped up. “You know, Alisha and I have been thinking about getting our own box boy for a while now. This one makes it look so easy.”

“You should,” Miss Whitfield responded, unbuttoning portions of Emerson’s shirt that Master Henrick had taken the time to rebutton for him. He felt a brief spark of spite wave through him, and he leaned into the touch of the other unfamiliar woman to dissuade it easily. She was now carding her hand over his hair, picking out bits of waves and smoothing them down for him. “I’ve heard that training’s real easy on them. The people at the WRU do good work. If I wasn’t in the process of moving myself, I would definitely have a boy of my own. They’re so very pliant, and they do just about anything that you want them to.”

“Mm,” the man who had been tracing Emerson’s arm hummed. “I’ve heard some of them can even be trained to be guard dogs, of all things. Personal bodyguards without all of those pesky wages, and they’re happy to do it. It’s what they sign up for, after all. Right Emerson?”

“Yes, sir. All pets are of legal consenting age and make a choice to pursue a change of circumstances including no longer retaining legal ownership of themselves,” he murmured. He was quick to notice them staring at him, taken aback by the robotic words that he had been trained to say.

It was just easier to say it like that. He didn’t need to think that way, about the overwhelming sensation that rested across his entire body. That way he could stay good without needing to, and Emerson could slip away without worry.

He swallowed. “I mean, all pets willingly sign up to the WRU. They take in those who cannot take care of themselves and give them a new purpose. Very charitable.”

The words tasted like acid against his tongue. What a fucking lie. But Emerson wasn’t about to go against what they told him to say. There were fates worse than death.

There were demons that walked in the dark, sharp shadows and thorns that infected everything they touched-

He was getting a headache already.

The man standing afar with his supposed wife nodded, clearly listening. “Well, it sounds like an adoption service from the likes of it. Maybe we’ll have to invest in one ourselves, honey.”

The man up close glanced over to them. “Perhaps you should have a look for yourself then, let the boy show you exactly how he’s like. Come, sister, you’ll have to share your new toy.”

Miss Whitfield gave an exaggerated eye roll before pushing Emerson back up to his feet. “Alright. I suppose I’ve had my fun with him. Look, he’s even blushing!”

Emerson looked down to the floor, suddenly unable to meet any of their gazes. It wasn’t like it was his fault.

He tried to remind himself that this is exactly what he’s supposed to be doing. He’s being good right now. Doing exactly what Master Henrick wanted of him to get the rewards that would come later. And god, did he want the reward. He’ll do anything to see him again.

Alisha, who had been standing afar next to her husband, finally finished her drink and stepped forward. She eyed him carefully, reaching up to tilt his head side to side in order to get a good look at him. He remained as loose as he could without falling into the floor, resting his head willingly into her hand and moving with her. Pliant, as Miss Whitfield would have said.

“I’ve heard that they have jobs. Like the bodyguard thing that Clayton was talking about. What do you do, sweetheart?” Her voice - he hadn’t heard it until now - was light and sweet, like honey. Venomous honey, if her presence here was anything to draw information from.

“My designation is a Combination. I have a variety of skills in order to serve my Master.”

“Skills like what? What all can you do?”

Emerson smothered the part of him that was embarrassed. Reminded it that it could be so, so much worse. “I cook and clean primarily, but I can also perform other work to my Master’s specifications, as well. I can also… provide a variety of services for more intimate encounters, as well.”

“I see,” commented the only man who Emerson still didn’t quite have a name for. “Well, I don’t think we’ll need anything for intimate reasons, but I’m sure we could use someone around the house to help. Thank you, Emerson.”

“You’re welcome, sir,” he nodded his head for politeness’ sake.

“Having fun?” The low voice silenced all six of them, and Emerson tilted his head to see Master Henrick standing, taller than even he was, watching the scene unfold before him.

How long has he been standing there?

“Oh yes, your pet is very well behaved, Alexanders!” Miss Whitfield exclaimed. “You’re certainly got yourself one of higher quality, haven’t you?”

“Of course I do. I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he said, drawing close enough to take Emerson’s face.

The gaze they exchanged whispered a speech that neither of them were willing to say aloud. Emerson swallowed, and Master Henrick’s fingers dipped down to feel his Adam’s apple bob at the motion. A poisonous glimmer flashed in his eye for just a moment and then it was gone, as he turned to the small group.

“The show is about to start. Please, take a seat and relax, unless you wish to join in on the fun. That is what this is about, after all,” he said, in a tone that reminded Emerson of a showman. All fake and meant only to entertain those witnessing him. He just wished he could remember where he got the word “showman” from.

“Actually, Alexanders,” Clayton said, holding a hand up to get his attention. His voice was raised in a higher, more diplomatic tone. “I would like to join, I think. Request of my own. I do hope it’s not too late.”

Master Henrick smiled. “Of course you can. You’ll have to be last in line - I run a first come first served policy, after all. More requests means more fun, right Emerson?”

“Of course, Master Henrick. Anything for the guests.”

“Good.” Master Henrick took his hand and pulled him close. “Come on then, we have a show to perform.”

He led him away from those awful, awful people, and set him in front of the stairs leading to the main stage. Master Henrick tousled his hair and straightened it how he liked it, then moving to unbutton Emerson’s shirt the rest of the way with soft hands.

“We wouldn’t want to ruin this shirt, would we?” he murmured, voice low so that only Emerson would be able to hear him. “Even if our guests can’t help but try to take it off.”

He peeled the shirt off of his skin, folding it and setting it to the side. Emerson shuddered at the loss of heat, leaning into Master Henrick’s touch as he was flipped around and led onto the stage. Their feet found the same positions that they always did, Emerson waiting in position 1 while Master Henrick addressed the crowd of people that were beginning to turn their heads towards them.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” he called, dragging some of the stragglers’ attention to him. “Thank you so much for joining me this evening. I’m sure you’ve all seen my pet serving you drinks, my dear main event.”

Master Henrick motioned to Emerson, and all eyes briefly landed on him. He swallowed, battling against the fear to run away like a rabbit who stumbled into a room full of wolves. He couldn’t take the eyes.

He hated that everyone was looking at him.

“We have quite the show lined up. Humble requests from you lovely people. First up is Mr. Hansen, who has requested to use the selection of knives that I have. If you would, please come forward and choose. The rest of you, enjoy the show.” He beckoned a man forward as he stepped over to the table of implements.

Emerson had seen Mr. Hansen before, on the messages of their streams and on occasions when the parties were held. He liked blood and knives and to be called Saul, but never really talked or wanted to be talked to. He preferred to hear Emerson scream.

Regardless of whether he wanted to or not, that was certainly going to happen.

“Position two, Emerson,” Master Henrick ordered.

Emerson knelt immediately, never moving from his spot. Hands folded neatly into his lap while he took in a deep breath to still himself. He forced his gaze forward into the silent crowd, able to hear the echo of Saul’s boots walking up to him.

Hands drifted over his torso, the metal of an elegant pocket knife making him shudder at the sensation. The anticipation was the worst part, agonizingly scraping against his skin without doing any actual harm. He swallowed again, trying to chase away the trembling that was working from his hands down his arms.

Finally, it dipped into his skin, making a clean cut on the left side of his chest, just above his heart, drawing to his left shoulder. Emerson gasped, not holding back the hiss he let out through his teeth as the sting shot across his torso. He didn’t squirm, didn’t move. Tears were already beginning to well up in his eyes from the pain.

God, what a fucking crybaby. You gonna cry again, you useless mutt?

The headache-inducing thoughts were the worst of them all. Instead of listening to them, he focused on the blood that was dripping down his chest onto his stomach. Listened to how the guests were gasping, whispering comments of look at how still he’s being and how beautiful does he look to one another. They were quickly drowned by the thudding of his own heart as he saw the knife lift and slide against his skin already, picking another spot to strike.

This time, it connected two cigarette burns on his right shoulder. Master Henrick muttered something under his breath that he couldn’t quite catch as Emerson let out a shrill keen of pain. Emerson’s head tilted back, but Saul grabbed a fistful of his hair and forced it forward again, only making the headache grow worse. He knew very well that he’d have a migraine by the end of this, but that would be the least of his problems.

I wouldn’t have to do this if you’d just show some respect, ‘552.

A third cut rested neatly at the top of his back. Emerson’s back arched unwillingly, strangling groan forcing the growing dam of tears under his eyes to burst as they streamed rivers down his face. His head was drawn back, and Saul’s eyes met with his own. He tried to plead without words, even knowing they weren’t going to do anything. It felt better than doing nothing at all.

“Damn,” he breathed. Emerson couldn’t tell if he was enjoying this or if there was a genuine hint of displeasure in his eyes. “Guess I owe you some more money, Henrick. He ended up cryin’ after all.”

“Told you,” Emerson heard Master Henrick call from behind him. A few people in the crowd chuckled at the short lived banter.

The next two cuts were drawn across his chest where Saul had left gaps of unbroken skin. The new cuts dripped blood like he was some sort of sacrifice, and Emerson grimly wondered if that would have been better. At the least, he had been able to keep himself from crying too hard and save his energy for later. His sensitive skin was hardly able to take the whisper of a knife without shattering completely, though now the ache in his head hurt worse than the cuts themselves.

“Alright, alright. That’s enough. Any more and you’re gonna have to pay extra,” Master Henrick called, and Emerson nearly cried at the mercy. Saul drew away, letting go of his head and allowing it to hang for just a moment.

It was only a shred of relief, the calm before the storm, but Emerson reveled in it for as long as he could. He heard Master Henrick call someone else up, a Mr. Weaver. He was a large man with a notable sick smile on his face. Everytime he had been offered tools, Mr. Weaver waived them off, and tonight was no different. Instead, he approached Emerson.

“Hm, let’s see… Turn to me, and... What was it Alexanders? Position one?” Upon hearing the command, Emerson stood to his feet, legs spaced out slightly and hands at his side. “Ah, there we are. Stay still.”

He tried. He really did. But when he saw Mr. Weaver crack his knuckles and approach, Emerson still cringed away when he realized what he had been planning.

He couldn’t get away from the first blow no matter how hard he tried. The fist connected to his midsection, and Emerson gasped desperately as all of the air was pushed out of his lungs. His hands shot upwards to grab for balance, but Mr. Weaver pulled away before he could grab onto his shoulders, and he sunk to the floor on his knees.

Mr. Weaver growled in his ear for him to stand back up, and he did as he was told with a small whine. He still managed to hit Emerson on the right side of his face as he swayed, making him stumble a little too close to the stage’s edge. He could have sworn that he felt his face crack, but he wasn’t sure if it was real or an imagined part of him breaking under the stress.

The first hit he could take, but the second on his left sent him reeling, and he collapsed to the ground as he lost his balance. A few in the crowd gasped in awe as he spat out blood from his split lip. All Emerson could think about was whether or not his face had actually been hurt, but when he reached a hand to check all he could feel was the sharp pain that blossomed across his face.

He cringed away from his own touch with a whimper, unable to even move from the pain. Mr. Weaver grinned at his pain, shifting weight to one leg so that he could approach-

“That’s enough,” Master Henrick said. “You only paid for three.”

The air of possessiveness hung like a thick fog, as Mr. Weaver slowly looked back to Master Henrick, who crossed the platform with ease to bend down near Emerson. He pressed fingers against Emerson’s jaw, who whined as more tears were sparked from the simple touch. Then, with a satisfied, perhaps even relieved smile, he slowly coaxed Emerson up and to the middle of the stage.

“If you don’t plan on paying extra, then please, make room for our next guest.” This close, Emerson could hear the comforting roughness in Master Henrick’s voice, the slight strain of raising it above the gentle clamor of the crowd as they whispered about what just happened. He wondered, briefly, if his voice hurt from raising it so much.

Emerson threw the thought away. He’s not hurting worse than me, he thought bitterly, eyes twitching into a narrowed glare for the briefest of seconds when Master Henrick wasn’t looking.

“Lucas! I believe you’re up next. Take care of my pet for me, will you?” The strain was gone as his voice lifted like he was talking to an old friend. Master Henrick drew away from him, going to meet a man with honey-brown hair as he took the stage.

Lucas looked to him with cold, brown eyes. They were sharp, like Emerson’s, and told him exactly what kind of request this would be. He held a lit candle glass in one of his hands, it nearly filled to the brim with liquidized wax.

“On your hands and knees for me.” His voice was deceptively sweet, said with a quiet smile.

Emerson obeyed, facing downwards. He couldn’t tell exactly where Lucas planned to pour, so all he could do was wait for something to happen to him. Already he was feeling the phantom burns crawl and lick over his skin, and that made everything worse. He resisted the urge to beg, and merely watched the tears fall helplessly to his eyes.

A sudden burning sensation on his back made him scream. It was like sludge against his skin, pooling and slowly dripping off of him. Emerson dug his nails in as his back arched, desperately trying to stay in the position that he was in so that he could be good. It settled into a throbbing pulse, and he took the opportunity to pant and sob as much as he could before the next droplets of wax hit his skin.

By the time that Lucas was finished, Emerson had fallen to the ground writhing against the wax on his back. There had been two other waves, each of them making him scream as loud as he could. He knew his voice would be broken by the end of this, and he suddenly didn’t care. It hurt so bad and so much it was all he could do.

Hands carefully peeled the wax off of him quickly so it wouldn’t stick to his skin. He hadn’t even noticed that Lucas had walked away until he felt cold, merciful water draw over the burn wounds and cleaning them off.

Emerson was hauled back up to his knees with a strong hand in his hair, lifting his tear-streaked face for the crowd to see. Emerson watched them marvel, take in his pain like it was some sort of circus act.

He didn’t even know what a circus act meant, but it seemed appropriate for the situation, somehow. Something important. One of the wrong thoughts.

Emerson’s head was tilted back. He looked up and into the warm brown eyes of Master Henrick, who took a moment to take in the sight for himself. While not particularly a sadist, Master Henrick did enjoy himself a good show. Enjoyed Emerson’s performance too, even if he wasn’t acting.

He wished that he was acting.

“These next two will be done by yours truly. I hope you’ll enjoy.” Then, in a lower voice, “Stay just like that, Emerson. Close your eyes.”

He did exactly as he was told, despite the growing fear in his chest. Cloth was pressed over his face, like a hood for the executed.

And like a good obedient pet, Emerson awaited the slaughter.

It wasn’t violent this time, unlike the others. Instead it began as a slow, refreshing trickle of water. It quickly turned into a torrent, filling his mouth and nose until he couldn’t breathe anything but. Emerson gasped and choked immediately, cold water rushing over his torso and making him let it into his throat. His hands reached upwards on instinct to stop the obstruction.

Master Henrick grabbed his hands suddenly, pushing them away as he drew away the cloth. He pressed Emerson forward and allowed him to cough up the water in his lungs, chest heaving as it splattered against the platform itself.

“One more. Back up to your knees,” he ordered, pulling him up by the arms that were twisted behind his back.

One more. He could cling to that, if he tried hard enough. Just one more bout of suffering and then he could have a short rest. Or at least, he could hope.

The cloth was pressed over his face again. The trickle came, turning into the torrent that had him choking for the air that he needed. This time there was no fumble, and Emerson found that he was unable to move anything except for his head. But even the struggling motions of his weak body were nothing for Master Henrick, who was much stronger than he was by comparison.

When he felt his consciousness growing dimmer and dimmer, Emerson was let go to gasp for air. He heaved with desperation, trying to chase away the foggy feeling that was coating him like the water. It only hurt more when he remembered he had something else to do. One more.

Emerson needed to keep going for just a little bit longer.

He forced himself back into a kneeling position, sobbing through it all. He couldn’t hide his wails anymore, and instead just prayed inwardly that Orifel couldn’t hear him. Emerson wouldn’t be able to take the knowledge that he could hear, if all he heard from down here was screams.

I know… I know you can’t help it, but it scares me when you scream. I want to help but I just… can’t. Just be good for them, okay? Then you won’t get hurt.

I… Okay. I’ll… I’ll try. I’ll protect you, don’t worry. We’ll stick together, like 7452s should.

“Aw, look how good you’re being for me,” Master Henrick cooed, resting a warm hand against Emerson’s face. “Just three more, Em. That’s all we have left and you’ll be done.”

He dreaded what the other three could be, but his heart leapt at the idea of being done. Of being finished with this and being allowed to crawl upstairs and lick his wounds like an animal. Still though, his heart thudded in his chest, making him feel like it was ready to burst out of his chest at any given moment.

Then it skipped, one-one two instead of one two, and his world exploded into fantastical stars and lightning.

Emerson’s mouth opened into a silent cry as he collapsed, convulsing against the floor as the ghost of a shocking device left his shoulder, leaving the electricity that coursed through him as it danced across the water against his skin. Even though it was no longer touching him he twitched and gasped, unable to regain control of his limbs. His heart skipped again, falling into a rhythm of onetwoonetwoonetwo without any hope for rest.

There were still two things left and at least one shock left to go. Master Henrick knew his limits, knew he could take at least two shocks. Emerson jerked his head forward, twitching, as his eyes landed on a rod in Master Henrick’s left hand. The prod that he had ordered off of some website, the one that was used when Emerson or Orifel had really made him angry. He had only used it once recently, as punishment for begging not to do a session. After that he had… he had...

Don’t you dare take him from me.

Ooh, you got anything behind that bark of yours? Here, why don’t we use this to help you learn your place. I’m sure you remember this at least, dontcha ‘552?

...Please, please don’t-

A hand not quite Master Henrick’s reached forward, pressing the prod into his side. Emerson’s back arched without him meaning to, all muscles going tense from the electricity that shot through him. A strangled scream worked from his lungs, mouth agape in a horrific expression as his eyes rolled backwards.

The all at once it was gone. Emerson’s body went limp as the twitching following, moving his body against the ground like he was being poked and prodded. He couldn’t move.

I need to move I have to protect if I can’t move I can’t protect no no we don’t protect, we don’t but I do or he’ll get hurt all over again, please, please-

It took him a moment to realize that he was begging aloud. “Please, please Master, please it hurts, it hurts I-I can’t, please Master Henrick, I can’t I’ll be good…” the words feel from his mouth, whispered and barely audible to the crowd.

He was scared. So scared and terrified that he was going to be shocked again. Emerson was willing to do anything for Master Henrick if it meant that he wasn’t going to be hurt again. Fear continued his blabbering, unable to direct it towards anyone. Still he tried to gather the voices around him, trying to make them understand how good he’ll be. He’ll be so good, he’ll be polite, he’ll learn his manners like he’s supposed to and he’ll stop snapping and learn how to cook like they want, if they would only just listen to him.

If they would just listen to him maybe he could beg enough that Orifel would be safe from their hands. That’s all that really mattered, in the end.

Emerson squeezed his eyes shut, tears trailing down the sides of his face while he lay on his back. He doesn’t recall particularly how he got there, but he could feel the burns against his back ache ceaselessly, joining the cuts across his chest.

He focused on how many more were left. If the shocks had stopped and they were moving on, that meant two. Two more things and then he was free. Then he thought of Irvin, Master Henrick’s business partner, who he would have to see after he had been patched and drugged up-

A desperate sob fell from his body. Then another. And another. He couldn’t stop himself, until it turned into a hopeless wail. Emerson wasn’t sure how quiet he had to be or if he needed to be quiet at all, and instead just let the pain roll off of him in the form of noise in an effort to lessen the aches.

“Hey.” The rough voice and gentle hands on his face made Emerson’s eyes flash open, wildly looking around until he saw Master Henrick’s face. Thumbs wiped away his tears, smooth against his face and providing the comfort that he craved. It was good touch, something he’d be so willing to fall into if it was just him and Master Henrick. “Emerson, look at me. Good. Just a little longer and you can rest. Think you can stay good for just a little bit more? I’d hate to have to punish you for embarrassing me.”

“Please, Master… I’ll, I’ll be good. I’ll be good, please, just tell me what’s next.” He was breathing quickly, hardly able to get enough air to speak properly.

But Master Henrick smiled, and that was all that mattered.

“It’s just a few lashes. You’re good with those, so I know you’ll do wonderfully. Come on,” he said, lifting Emerson up by his shoulders. “Hands up. Good. Stay like that.”

Rope was wound around his wrists, hoisted up to hold him in the air. It was probably a good idea, considering his legs felt like jelly at the moment. Though if he tried and wanted to, he could hold himself up by the tips of his larger toes. He could at least control where he was facing.

He craned his head backwards, seeing another man with a familiar whip in his hand. He didn’t care about the features anymore, just the tools. Emerson hung his head and waited for the bitter sting against his back.

He knew whips very well. It was a popular request, and nearly every session Emerson had to take at least a few lashes against his back. So when the snap of the whip landed across his back, he was able to just merely cringe and groan. The sharp bite lasted for just a moment, replaced by the burning sting of the wound the crackers of the whip had made.

Then there was another, and another overtop of that one. Light keens drifted from him as the last ones stung against the burns, adding another layer of pain that was growing unbearable. Emerson was well aware that once the adrenaline of the show wore off that he would barely be able to function. He was already dreading tomorrow, even though it was hard to think of it existing just yet.

The fourth lash hit just the wrong way, and Emerson cried out in pain as his back felt like it was on fire, burns stinging with a renewed fury. It hurt so much that he couldn’t resist the keen of pain that echoed into the room, silent as the crowd just stared and stared in sick wonder.

He hated them. He fucking hated every single one of them. His teeth gritted in anger and pain as they washed over him in waves. He had always hated Master Henrick’s guests.

Maybe it was just the stress getting to him, finally breaking him down after hours of mental torture, topped off with the physical strain of the show. Maybe it was just a passing thought, the fear and pain making him want to lash out at the people who helped Master Henrick afford to take care of the three of them. He didn’t know. He didn’t want to know.

Emerson closed his eyes and prayed that he could stop thinking.

He wondered if he was actually religious before he became a box boy. Probably not.

The fifth lash stung against his skin, drawing another gasp away from him. Emerson sent a pleading look behind him, watching as the man began to raise the whip for another strike.

Master Henrick grabbed his arm before it swung down. “Not so fast. You want to strike him more you’re going to have to pay, just like everyone else.”

“Then here.” The man dug into his pockets and shoved a handful of cash into Master Henrick’s hands. “I’m having fun, Henrick. That should cover enough lashes until I’m satisfied, yes?”

Emerson looked to Master Henrick, desperately hoping that he would say no. But he was much smarter than that. Money was money, even if Emerson was being pushed to his limit.

Just a little bit longer, he reminded himself.

The lashes came and went, stinging more and more as they dug into his skin and drew blood. Emerson was sure that his back was ruined from the way that it hurt, the way that it felt like he’d been stripped of any good feeling and replaced with pain and blood as they mixed together and tormented him. It was hard to imagine that there could be anything beyond this, a potential tomorrow or even a few hours after everything had been said and done.

Mercifully the whip stopped striking against his skin. With the brief pause and distant muttering, Emerson sighed in relief and slumped against the bindings that were holding him up. He could take the pressure on his wrists for a little bit, just enough to rest.

He was already so tired.

Emerson was lowered onto the floor, left lying on his side. It was the only position that didn’t aggravate all of his wounds. A simple mercy, but one that drew several words of thankfulness out of his mouth. He knew it wouldn’t last, so he made use of the time that he had and relished in the feeling of the simple cold on the platform floor.

“Emerson.” Upon hearing the name, his name which for a moment he didn’t remember, he opened his eyes to see brown dress shoes pointing towards him. His gaze drifted up and up until he spotted a familiar face. Clayton Whitfield. He had a bright cigarette in his hand, breathing down enough smoke to make Emerson cough at the feeling. “Hello again. Remember what we talked about before?”

Somehow, someway, he had. He managed to remember the unpleasant conversation about how Clayton wished that he owned Emerson, if just to line his skin with several marks from a cigarette. He nodded with a small whine.

“Good. On your back then. Tilt your head up so my sister can see that pretty face of yours.” Clayton’s words were gentle as he settled down into a halfway kneel. Emerson briefly wondered about the blood on the floor, whether Clayton’s pants would get stained from it. It gave him plenty of humorous energy to imagine him freaking out about it later.

With a great amount of effort, Emerson shifted so that he was on his back, head upwards and facing the crowd. From this rather confusing vantage point he couldn’t quite pick out Miss Whitfield, but he knew that she was in there, somewhere, probably watching this with great joy.

There was nothing more than a pitiful whimper as Clayton pressed the cigarette against his clavicle, with a quiet sizzling noise as it was put out. Emerson’s eyes filled with fresh tears as it was drawn away, adding the burn to a list of other aches that welled up in his body.

It was funny, this almost seemed strangely intimate and gentle compared to the litany of other kinds of torture so far. Clayton pressed the cigarettes down against Emerson’s chest with a smile, brushing away the ashes when he pulled away. He lit the cigarette again, or retrieved a new one when it refused to light. Every single one drew away a whine from Emerson, sometimes even a cry if he found a more sensitive spot.

“Annd ten. That’s about all I can do. Thanks for the time, Emerson. It’s been wonderful to watch.” Clayton brushed his cheek gently, before getting up altogether.

Emerson refused to move. He didn’t think he could.

“Well, that’s all we have for you tonight. Thank you so much for coming, and please, feel free to partake of the food and drink while I see to my dear Emerson here. Anyone who wants to spend a little more time with him should stick around. I’ll get to you as soon as I am finished with him.” Master Henrick’s voice was not as booming as it was when they had first started, but it still carried just the same. Emerson could tell the tenseness in his voice, rough bits not just from vocal strain. Knew them from personal experience.

Hands found their way underneath him, fingers unable to dodge lash wounds and making him keen from the pain. It hurt so much, and he was so tired, that all Emerson could do was whine pitifully and hope that Master Henrick could help him.

He was lifted upwards, hanging limply in Master Henrick’s arms as he was slowly carried out of the room and away from the party.

“You did so good for me, Emerson,” Master Henrick praised when they were away from the clamor. “So good. I’ll have to reward you when you’re better. How does that sound?”

“Good, Master…” He swallowed weakly, wincing at the pain in his throat. “I’m tired, Master Henrick. May I… may I rest for now?”

“You may. I’ll wake you when your services are required, okay?” There was an edge of softness to his voice, enough to make Emerson’s eyes hurt from wanting to cry and not being able to shed any more tears. “Rest, Emerson.”

It was the only order he could obey reliably, now. Emerson let his eyes drift closed, finally able to fall away from his body and into a peaceful sleep.

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