#there's always a madman: fight or flight

[hikayeplays]

Steam Next Fest October 2023

Alright let's see as many Demos as possible!

1. Ocelot Sunrise

A nice roguelite bullet hell with various levels (only one playable in the demo) and a sci fi scavengers story and a comics/borderlandesque aesthetic that makes the cutscenes very nice to look at. The background music is a bop too. Alas the controller controls are not completely implemented yet and quite clunky to use in a mixed way, however the power ups and the weapons seems really fun to play with.

7.5/10

Wishlisted

2. ASTRA: Knights of Veda

On first impact a bread and butter jrpg with all the pros and cons of the genre like huge bazongas! Regardless of which category you consider them in. The artstyle in game and in battle is expecially nice with this sort of "dress-up paper doll" look that sets it somewhat apart and the cutscene style for the evil faction and the dream realm is quite good. The controls are nice and intuitive enough although it needs a mouse to click on certain things like equipment. The voice acting is good enough? I'd say but the audio levels mixing leaves to be desired in some parts. Now the cons: it required to make an account even to play the demo and it has an obligatory post download 8 gb of additional content, there are "daily reward" and buyable cosmetics but most aggravating of all (for me) there are minutes of cutscenes every 5 minutes or so of gameplay.

5/10

Not for me

3. Estate Agent Simulator

The first bugged demo. The second prompt for the italian tutorial popped up with this half baked and definitely not italian way and had to restart the game in english

The gameplay itself is fine? For a game like this? Certainly not particularly nice nor particularly bad but the camera bobbing is atrocious, it gave me nausea after I cleaned the first house, the game was also completely silent. I'll add a +1 for the promise of a pettable dog

4/10

4. Lose CTRL

A surreal satirical you rage you lose puzzle game in which you play as Billy as he tries to climb the corporate ladder to reach a segway. The game mess with your controls and your mind in a mix between Get Over It and Brazil (1985). The split screen capabilities intrigue me although I wonder how it could work with keyboard and mouse controls. The general style is charming and distinctive but also amateurish and rough around the edges. To try, at least once.

7/10

Wishlisted

5. Leila

Leila is a chill and relaxing kinda lofi click and drag puzzle game that goes back the memory lane in a coming of age(?) Tale for a middle aged woman, the titular Leila. The puzzles shown have a nice variety between styles and difficulties, and they are certainly meant for someone looking to lubricate those neurons. The art and the background music are pretty nice and the voice acting is quite good too. If you like click and drag puzzles I feel that wishlisting this one (and always trying the demo before) maybe one of your best bets so far.

8/10

6. Tales from the Dancing Moon

An old-school-ish rpg inspired by runescape in which you run around doing errands for the townsfolk and at the same time try to unravel the mistery of your memory loss, the presence of a smartphone that you can use to take photos in game gives it a mild isekai flavour but not too strong based on what I've seen. The controls appear fluid enough and the sound design while not spectacular does it's job. The character creation menu is surprisingly in-depth for this kind of games.

6.5/10

Runescape wannabe

7. There's Always a Madman: Fight or Flight

A text based spy adventure in which you play as this super special agent and have to choose between different options both in action and dialogue. While the story itself seems nice the absence of any voice action or any background image besides some solid background color makes the experience hoverwelmingly boring as you are left to click repeatedly thru text.

3/10

I yawned

8. Rocket!

A mix between a shoot them up and a roguelite bullet hell heavily inspired by galaga and the classics. While the concept is nice and seems intriguing enough and I don't doubt it may end up garnering quite the cult following like many other niche games the controls are exceedingly hard and finicky, the spaceship appear to drift incontrollably with no apparent rhyme or reason.

4/10

9. Aureole: Wings of Hope

An incredibly fun and novelty platformer/dasher game where you follow the tale of two angels while you speed and dash and jump at full force thru obstacles in the shape of a bouncy halo. The mechanics are surprisingly simple and incredibly flexible at the same time, creating a gameplay that can be adjusted to your own needs, I appreciated particularly the ability to "freeze" while you charge a jump or a dash. Despite not being a platformer lover I absolutely adored this little demo to bits, so far the only that has left me truly wanting more.

9/10

Wishlisted

[linuxgamenews]

There's Always a Madman: Fight or Flight is due to play on Linux

There's Always a Madman: Fight or Flight spy thriller game aims at Linux via Steam Deck with Windows PC. The outcome of the diligent endeavors put forth by the talented developer, Sunny Demeanor, is enticing. Due to arrive on Steam in 2024. Introducing a new franchise called "There's Always a Madman," created by the same person who made the popular title "A Weekend in Puzzleburg." This series is all about being a secret agent in a thrilling spy adventure. The first release, called "Fight or Flight," is due to release in Q1 2024. In There's Always a Madman: Fight or Flight, you play a secret agent, Franklin Benjamin. He's a smooth and skilled agent who faces incredible tests to save the world. You get to drive fast cars, charm beautiful women, and do whatever it takes to save the day. It's a tough job, but you're the best agent they have. In this first release, a crazy villain is threatening the world with advanced satellite technology. These satellites can cause massive destruction anywhere and even destroy other satellites. It's up to you to find out who this madman is and bring him to justice. Maybe even get rid of him completely. But what about native support?

I expect that the Windows PC version will work well with Linux through Steam's Proton compatibility layer. And I expect that There's Always a Madman: Fight or Flight will play well on the Steam Deck.

The reply to the Sunny Demeanor email confirms that Proton support will be available (Unity 3D). This decision is due to the positive performance of "A Weekend in Puzzleburg" on Steam Deck. While a Linux build is not currently available, it will be reconsidered in the future, most likely depending on sales.

There's Always a Madman: Fight or Flight Announce Trailer

You won't be alone on this mission. Since you'll have a partner named Virginia, who has experience in the field. Also a tech whiz, Hatcher. But remember, the fate of the world rests on your shoulders alone. This is a single-player game, and you're the star agent. There's Always a Madman: Fight or Flight is text-based, making it more like a spy novel. You get to decide what actions to take and what things to say. Even though it's text-based, the audio creates a great setting. The music changes based on whether you're in a safe location or facing danger. You can play it all with just a mouse. You choose the actions or dialogues you want to use in various situations. Being a secret agent can be tough, but playing There's Always a Madman: Fight or Flight is simple. To give you an idea of what to expect, it is similar to other titles like "GoldenEye 007," "Mission: Impossible," "Hitman," and "Splinter Cell." It also takes inspiration from movies and TV shows like James Bond, "Get Smart," "Austin Powers," and "Archer." These sources provide thrilling spy adventures that you'll get to experience in the game. Get ready to step into the shoes of a daring secret agent, face dangerous challenges, and save the world There's Always a Madman: Fight or Flight. It's will be playable on Linux and Steam Deck via Proton with Windows PC. So be sure to Wishlist on Steam.

[phoenixkaptain]

Me: “I got into a new thing recently :3”

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[edgydadster]

Short story - Hadda wake up at 3am today, go on an hour busride and stay until 11am. Just passed the fuck out for like, 5 hours? Just woke up and holy fucking shit I am terrified I just started hallucinating...

[mrshesh]

"for... me?" - modern warfare 2 x reader

overview: mw2 men reacting to you giving them a friendship bracelet

pairing: mw2 men x gender neutral reader, romantic & platonic

genre: fluff

a/n: my first mw2 headcanons... i'm nervous about this. i will be eternally grateful if you leave your thoughts and criticisms in the comments, reblogs, or in messages. with that being said; enjoy.

x simon "ghost" riley

Simon is a sweet guy deep down. He appreciates you deeply, and he’d never hurt you intentionally, so you don’t know why you’re so nervous as you’re standing outside his door, your hands concealed behind your back as if you’re hiding an illegal drug. 

When you hesitantly open the door to his room, you get greeted by Simon’s cold gaze, which immediately softens when he sees you. 

He quickly sees the worry on your face, making his heart ache against his will. He cares about you so much. His mind always races when he sees you upset, his fight or flight response kicks in when you’re hurt, and his face always heats up when you’re smiling. You know this - yet you’re so nervous. 

He stands up from his bed, reaching you to open the door further as you step back. He grimaces at the sight of you being so distressed - what could you possibly have done to be so concerned? 

“What’s wrong?” He immediately asks, his eyebrows furrowing when he sees the small droplets of sweat on your forehead. 

“Nothing’s wrong, Simon. You always assume the worst of me.” You roll your eyes jokingly, feeling calmer when he pinches his nose bridge in annoyance. It’s such a Simon thing to do, instantly making you giggle. 

“Well, you’re sweating like a fuckin’ madman. What’s wrong?” He repeats his question, waiting for your response to determine his approach. He is so tense, worried that you have gotten yourself into something. (Although he would never admit that.)

“Give me your wrist.” You say after you take a deep breath, making his eyes narrow in confusion. Still, he extends his arm for you, his other hand resting comfortably on his hip as he observes your every move. 

When you reveal your masterpieces, his gaze goes from suspicious to surprised in a heartbeat, his lips slightly parting behind his mask. 

You’re holding a friendship bracelet - a black, gray, and white candy-striped yarn bracelet in your hands. Simon quickly takes notice of the bracelet on your wrist because it is identical to the one on your shaky palms. His brown eyes turn to yours, and you swear you can see a faint smile on his face. 

“I’m assuming that one’s for me, yeah?” He chuckles, taking the bracelet from your hands to look closer at it. It sure is beautiful - it has some imperfections, which only makes it more precious in his eyes. 

He puts it on calmly, twisting his wrist to look at it again when it’s on. His gaze turns to you, one of his eyebrows cocking up at your horrified expression. 

“You are that fucking nervous over a bracelet?” He chuckles, his hand finding your head on instinct, patting you gently. “I like it, so you can stop shitting yourself, love.” 

He secretly loves it. 

When Soap notices that you and Simon are matching, his heart swells up with pride, but he tries to hide the ego boost he got. He feels special, knowing that he is the one matching with you.

He’s experienced so much loss in his life, but he promises himself that he will never lose you nor that bracelet the second you give it to him.

He wouldn’t match bracelets with anybody else.

x john "soap" mactavish

Johnny has suggested getting matching jewelry before! He’s big on showing you how much he cares about you, and he thinks it would be a perfect way to show his appreciation for you. 

So you know that he’s going to be ecstatic when you show him that you’ve not only gotten matching jewelry for the two of you, but you’ve made it yourself! 

You approach him when he’s sparring, his body covered in sweat and red patches from where he got hit, yet he’s still smiling and running towards you the second he sees you. 

The Scotsman instantly notices that you’re hiding your hands behind your back, which sparks his interest enough to try to look at what you’re covering in them. 

“What’re you hiding, bonnie?” He asks with a laddish grin, wiping the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand. He can’t help but snicker when you smile at his curiosity, a huge weight seemingly lifting off your shoulders. 

“Can I see your wrist?” “My wrist?” He quickly repeats, seeming a bit dumbfounded. Still, he complies, extending his arm for you to grab while his breathing slows down. 

You don’t waste any time, immediately tying his baby blue, royal blue, and navy Chevron bracelet on for him. 

He initially looks baffled until he realizes you’re wearing an identical bracelet on your wrist. 

Johnny’s face lights up, bringing his wrist closer to his face to inspect the carefully made bracelet, the different colors of yarn complimenting each other perfectly. 

“Do you like it?” “I love it!” He quickly exclaims before he picks you up, hugging you close to him as he spins you around, erupting a hearty laugh from you. 

“I’m never taking this off, m’eudail.” 

And he’s telling the truth! 

You will never catch that man without that bracelet on his wrist. 

He shows it off to everybody, forcing you to hold your wrist next to his for proof. 😭

If anybody accidentally tugs at it or touches it without permission, he will yell at them. His go-to phrase is: "Hands off, eejit." He's just so dreamy. 😍😭

x kyle "gaz" garrick

Kyle is a sucker for you. He loves it when you think of him, take the initiative to be with him, and do thoughtful things for him - you’re pretty much his favorite person, so he adores it when you do anything nice for his sake. 

So you know he will never turn down matching friendship bracelets! 

You are playing UNO with Kyle when you finally get the courage to show him the bracelets you’ve made for the two of you. He noticed that your mind was somewhere else the second you two started talking, and his suspicions got confirmed when you eventually put all of your cards down, looking into Kyle’s eyes like you were guilty of a war crime. 

“Can I give you something?” You ask, clearing your throat and smiling nervously at him. “Yeah, why not?” He nods in agreement, putting his cards aside to see what has gotten you so worked up. He hates seeing you so tense, but he can’t deny that it’s sparking his interest. 

“Let me see your wrist.” You extend your hand, signaling him to place his wrist on your palm. 

“Alright.” He utters, placing his wrist on your hand, his eyes alternating between looking at your face and his arm. (I just know his face looks like this 🤨)

His judgemental look soon gets replaced with a look of pure adoration the second he sees the ocean wave bracelet you tied on his wrist, his cheeks feeling like they’re on fire. 

“You made these?” He asks after a comfortable silence, his heart throbbing at the thought of you sitting and weaving that yarn between your fingers for hours to create this for him. “Yeah. Do you like them?” 

“I love them. You might have to teach me how to make these.” 

After that, he quickly grabs his cards again, insisting on finishing the UNO game...

But this time, it’s him whose mind is somewhere else. 

He shows it to Price the second the game is over. 

Every time he sees you, he goes, “Nice bracelet.” as if it’s the funniest thing in the world.

He has picked up the habit of checking his wrist regularly to see if the bracelet is still there.

x john price

John is a strict sweetheart. You know deep down his intentions are pure, but sometimes you think his mouth could use some soap. His words and criticisms are not for the faint-hearted, sometimes hitting you deeper than any bullet ever could, which is why you are terrified to give him the bracelet you’ve made for him. 

You don’t want him to think your gift is superficial since you put a lot of thought and care into making them. You can understand why your tribute may seem cursory, but you hope John won’t think your hard work is shallow. 

Still, you take a deep breath and knock on his office door, squeezing the matching bracelets in your balled-up fist as your anxiety levels catapult. 

“Come in.” John gives you the green light to enter, which you do hesitantly, clearly looking worried. 

John immediately readies himself for the worst when he sees you sit down on the chair in front of his desk, reading your expression like a book. Why do you look so anxious? 

“What’s wrong?” He sighs, contemplating what approach he should take to speak to you. What you say next, however, he does not expect. 

“I have a gift for you.” You give him a nervous smile, only to be met by silence. You’re waiting for him to say something, your heartbeat’s pace increasing. You don’t feel like being a victim of his harsh words today. 

“A gift?” His curious look gives you the courage to place the bracelets on his desk, letting him look at them for as long as he needs. He takes the bigger one, bringing it closer to his face, getting a better look. The bracelet has a zig-zag pattern, the yarn being different shades of purple. It has some design errors here and there, but that only makes it all the more human. 

“Did you make these?” He puts it on, looking at it closely as it perfectly fits his wrist. You grab your bracelet, quickly sliding it on before you nod, your skin glistening in sweat. 

“Very impressive, soldier. I like it.” He smiles, making you exhale in relief. He likes it. Sweet. 

“Why purple, if I may ask?” “Thought I’d bring some color into your boring life.” “...” 

He loves it. He always laughs when he remembers your look of terror when you gave him the bracelet. 

He discreetly shows it off and then acts surprised when somebody points it out. 

He takes it off when he has missions. He doesn’t want it to wear out too quickly and encourages you to do the same.

And no, he doesn’t find it superficial at all. <3

x alejandro vargas

Alejandro has a huge soft spot for you. He’s very open with that fact, so you aren’t too nervous when you present him with the matching bracelets you’ve made for the two of you, but you still feel slightly worried. What if he simply dislikes them?

When you get assigned a mission with Alejandro, you don’t wait! You bring your bracelets with you, keeping them safe and hidden in your pocket until you finally see him again. 

He’s the first to walk up to you, kissing the back of your hand to exchange greetings. “It’s nice to see you again, cariño.” He greets, his eyebrow cocking up upon noticing how jittery you are. 

“I have something for you.” You tilt your head to the side, looking pleased with yourself. “Really? What have you got for me, corazón?” He can feel his excitement reach the roof. His aura radiates curiosity, making you feel more self-assured and breezy. 

Your hand reaches into your pocket, taking hold of both the bracelets inside. 

Your confidence skyrockets when you notice his expression change, his heart’s speed increasing when he sees the sage green spiral staircase bracelets in your hand. 

“I made these for us. Cute, right?” You smirk when he takes them from your hand, looking at them with such intensity your worry almost spikes up again. 

“They’re beautiful, amor.” He says when he finally looks up at you with a grin, his whole body feeling warmer in flattery. His change of expression and body language makes all your worries about this seem insignificant. You can tell that he loves them. 

He insists on tying yours on for you. He won’t take no for an answer. 

He stares at them for a few minutes when they’re on, feeling his ego skyrocket. 

He shows it off to everyone, to the point where Rudy’s getting sick of him. 💀

He has never loved an object more than that bracelet. 

If you gift him another one, he will 100% wife you up, no joke. 

x könig

König’s a ruthless Colonel. He’s strict and calculated, and he doesn’t let shit slide. But he’s so uncharacteristically soft when he’s around you.

His anxiety-prone heart is so fragile when it comes to you, so whenever he gets confirmation and comfort knowing that you still care about and love him, it only fuels his desire to keep going, to treat you better, and be there for you. 

And a friendship bracelet is an excellent reminder. :) 

You step into the armory, watching König polish his sniper carefully as he softly hums to himself. He only notices you when you knock on the wall next to you, alerting him that you’re present. 

“Hey.” He utters, wiping the lens of his sniper as his blue eyes lock on your frame, his attention shifting to your hands, or lack thereof. You’re hiding them behind your back, endeavoring to conceal something from the Austrian. “Is everything alright?” 

“Yes, everything is fine. I was wondering if I could give you something.” You step closer to König, your mischievous grin leaving him curious, wanting to poke for more information. 

“Sure, what is it?” He cautiously puts his sniper away, his elbows resting on his knees as his eyes find yours. 

“Give me your hand.” You extend one of your hands, clutching his wrist to reveal the bracelets you’ve been keeping out of sight behind your back. König’s eyes widen at the bracelets in your hand, cautiously leaning closer to your hand to get a better look at the yarn armbands. 

His expression softens as his focus shifts to you, making you raise an eyebrow at him wonderingly. “So? What do you think?” “They’re beautiful, liebling! Are they for us?” He asks, not wanting to assume that you’ve made one for him. However, his worries get swept away when you snicker and tie on his bracelet for him, allowing him to get a closer look at it. It’s a five-strand braid, the color palette being very military-esque with different shades of green. It compliments his skin and uniform well, recognizing that you’ve put more care into this than anybody has for him. 

He quickly stands up from his seat, wrapping his arms around your frame like a security blanket, making you melt in his grasp. You can hear his smile in his words, and you know right then and there that you made the right decision in gifting him this. “Thank you. I will cherish it forever and ever.”

He never takes it off. 

He constantly stares at them when you socialize with him. Work-related reasons or not - he can’t keep his eyes off them, a light blush covering his cheeks as he stutters out his words, making him especially grateful for his mask. 

He has gotten into the habit of hugging his wrist while he sleeps, keeping the bracelet close to his body to protect it from harm. 

He kisses it at least once a day. <3

[yippie-ki-yay]

Hey! I really like your headcanons and I wanted to send you send! Yandere Hank and Sheriff's older sister/brother Reader,who has a tough temper with everyone except his brother I would like to see how you implement this idea, and I apologize in advance for mistakes, English is not my native language.

Thank you so much! Also this is my first yandere ask so I might be a little shaky. I didn’t give the reader a specific gender so anyone can read!

Also, I realized I kinda messed up in the last ask post with the ‘two asks in one day’ thing (meant for it to be ‘posts’ but I forgot to change it before I left for work). Making that true now before I sign off for the night!!

CW for yandere behavior!!

Okay so

Normal Hank is already terrifying enough to go up against. He’s the goddamn boogeyman of Nevada, has an entire organization dedicated to stopping him, and has racked up quite the bounty outside of the AAHW. There are few who’ve lived to recount their brushes with the dark-clad madman, and one such person is your younger brother. 

Knowing Sheriff, he’s always been one to air on the side of caution. He’s more of a ‘flight’ than ‘fight’ person, so when you hear that your little brother’s being targeted by one of the deadliest people in Nevada? There’s no way you aren’t going to step in. 

So you stick closer to him in the passing weeks, helping out with things and taking care of the occasional aggressor, but those were all small game compared to who you were really waiting for.

Soon enough Hank does end up showing, having tracked down where Sheriff hid this time. He’s expecting the guards at the door, nor is he surprised by the agents hiding behind corners and in other blindspots just waiting to ambush him. Even if he’s never been in the building before he maneuvers through it like he’s lived there his whole life. 

Finding that little coward couldn’t have been easier, just like every other time he broke into one of Sheriff’s hideouts, but something was different this time…

He’d seen numerous bodyguards that had been hired to protect that sniveling waste of oxygen, but something about the stern-faced person standing just in front of his target wasn’t the same as those mercenaries. 

He’d never seen your face on the wanted posters or even heard about someone matching your description. Even if Hank never really cared to pay attention to things like that, he’d taken out dozens of ‘dangerous’ people without breaking a sweat, normally he could recall something about the poor sod that thought they had a chance at beating him. 

You though? You were basically a nobody, and yet you didn’t even flinch when he kicked in the door. You stared him down as he crept into the room, piercing red goggles staring into your very soul. 

Hank was the one person that everyone wished to avoid, meeting your end at his hands was one of the worst fates out there, and you showed no signs of fear whatsoever. 

And, dear reader, that’s what catches his interest. 

Famous mercs and other powerful entities never really gained a reaction from him, they were normally all talk anyways, but you hadn’t said a single word to him. No taunts, no threats, nothing. You let the weapon in your hands do all the talking. 

Hank couldn’t help but grin underneath his bandana - oh, this was going to be fun…

Whether or not you’re proficient enough at fighting to hold your own against him, I doubt that would matter much to him. You’ve already caught the eye of one of the most feared men in Nevada and that isn’t easy to do. 

But let’s say you are able to fend him off. Trading blows, both you and Hank are banged up and bloody. He doesn’t even seem to be tired but you’re struggling a little. The blood loss is definitely getting to you, but you’re too stubborn to go down and give up like that. 

It isn’t until Hank manages to pin you that things really become tense. You’re quite literally looking death in the face and he’s just…staring back. 

While you’re frozen and confused, Hank’s just…looking you over. Looks really don’t matter much to him, it’s your eyes that intrigue him the most. What are you thinking? Are you afraid now? 

You tense up as he leans closer, frozen as he breathes out four simple yet terrifying words. 

“Be seeing you soon…”

Hank’s gone before you can even react, disappearing as if he wasn’t even there to begin with. Even if you want to take pride in the fact that you technically bested Hank J. Wimbledon, the parting words he left you with chilled you down to your very core. 

Things go back to normal (or as normal as they can be) after that - you get patched up, reassure your little brother that any sane person wouldn’t have jumped in on that fight, and go about your business. Though, even in the ‘safety’ of your own living space, you won’t be alone for very long. 

There are few who lived to talk about their experiences with Hank - you became one such person after that day, but soon enough you won’t be talking to anyone… Not when he gets his hands on you for good.

[amarcia]

do you have any extra info youd be willing to share about your padawan oc? really love whole vibe

Oh hey, most definitely so, here is a few:

001. His full name is Cirzpibog Shio-Imiela. It means One that endures fate, Tide/current - Mistletoe.

002. He is apprenticed at young age (7) by a Jedi Consular Enah Eraclea, another oc that I drew a few times, like in this comic. She will eventually die fighting the clones during order 66 to buy him time to escape. You’ve heard this plot before, yes.

003. He loves to eat, and especially sweets, and he became very fast by the sheer need to outrun all the other younglings for the best slice of cake during lunch hours.

004. He makes friends whenever he goes. He has the force and the power of friendship at his side.

005. The grass and the sky talk to him.

006. He’s a Pantoran, so he likes cold temperatures, so his room is ridiculously air conditioned.

007. He can force-move things bigger than himself, because a kid lifting a grown man in the air is always fun.

008. Flight lessons are the bane of his existence. He flies air vessels like a madman, not in a good way, in a derogatory ‘who gave you a license’ kind of way (no one gave him the license)

009. He’s 100% that youngling that gets held by a jedi master during important discussion and counts himself as a participant, nodding wisely even though he doesn’t understand one third of words

010. He collects pretty rocks, one from each planet he visits. He might gift them to you.

011. He has two moods: ‘My actions reflect on my master and the entirety of the jedi order.’ or  ‘✨ 👀 🤩 ✨✨👁️  👁️!!!!!sparklesparkle’

012. He WILL live long enough to witness another destruction of the jedi order in sequels-canon or another war breaking out in legends lore (which results in the praxeum getting blown up) and his life will end protecting a youngling to buy them time to escape, and with that, the rhyme is complete.

[king-crane]

🎁 !

@librarywent for Jervis!

"Do you have a fucking problem, Hatter?" His contempt was about as plain as it got. Jervis Tetch was a madman whose goals were almost always indecipherable -- something that should have endeared him to Crane. But it was his tech, his tendencies that disgusted him.

Hatter was brilliant, it was true -- but his devices were sickening, overriding the impulses and minds of those under his sway to obey his commands. No fear. No fight or flight. Nothing.

He had grappled with Jervis' subordinates in the past, and it had always been unsatisfying. And now, here Crane was, forced into the position of 'teammate' for Jervis. Were it not for the fact that they were both currently forced into submission with bomb collars on their necks, Crane would have eviscerated him.

Where Joker had gotten these bomb collars from, Crane couldn't say for sure, but he knew that the clown wasn't bullshitting when he said he'd be willing to use them. So here Crane was, paired up with the Mad Hatter on an errand for the clown prince of crime. Finish this job, and they would be released. Hopefully. Joker was a man of his word... usually. Sometimes. He was unpredictable, rather.

Crane would have loved to have time to change into some clean clothes, but he had been left in the dirty rags that Joker had put him in -- and so was Jervis. The tall, lanky Scarecrow rank of sweat and blood, and it felt as if tiny bugs were crawling all over his skin, and Hatter's very presence was enough to send him over the edge.

"You ever been punched in your fucking face, Jervis? If the answer is 'no', and you would like to keep it that way, then stay out my personal space."

The compound was in sight. If he kept his cool, they could be in and out... but nothing ever seemed to go right for him.

vent - by Baby Keem

[lyricfulloflight]

9-1-1 Rewatch

Season 2, Episode 13: Fight or Flight

Had to keep going my rewatch because I had to finish this storyline.

Of course Buck finds Chim (logically it makes sense but also we always need some Buck!whump).

That moment when Maddie and Doug are about to toast and he takes out the glasses from his mom - I can just feel Maddie's fear. I know they never say it directly, but I feel like he hit her after chipping that wine glass at the wedding years ago. Was that the first time he did?

The way Doug finds a way to blame everything he did on Maddie. I just want to strangle him. Also if I was there with him, I can image how guilty I would feel in Maddie's shoes.

How frustrating it must have been for Buck to be right about everything and the police are not listening to him because, as he says later, they have rules.

Bobby and Buck moment with all the Bobby as Buck's dad feels. Oh my heart.

Buck breaking rules to save his sister... I'm not mad. I object to Buck being called stupid (even if his actions were kind of stupid), he's focused. And when he gets all hyped up and super focused he just disregards everything else. Thinking that's one of those Buck has ADHD moments.

He looks so small sitting beside Eddie at the hospital. So small and scared. My poor Buck.

More Bobby as Buck's dad! Laying down the ground rules. Love it.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again, Maddie is brave. And resourceful. And clever.

Yeah Josh, get that info!

Oh that poor man. Just trying to help Maddie and then... Doug is just so evil.

Athena believing in Maddie and trying to comfort Buck. Shows how far her relationship with Buck has come from season 1, that's for sure.

Chris is the cutest.

Doug is delusional.

Way to club him over the head Maddie! When Doug is yelling for her is looks like a sad little boy.

The fight is so visceral. Its clumsy and desperate. It feels so real and shocking all at the same time. Top notch acting from Jennifer.

And then Maddie's like 'I am not dying with this asshole beside me. No way.'

Of course as soon as he had any idea of which direction she might be, Buck just ran off like a madman.

I read somewhere that Jennifer Love Hewitt convinced the writers to pair Maddie and Chim up. I don't know if that's accurate or not, but after this episode, I just knew, completely, that these two were going to be together forever. That last scene in the hospital, I tear up everytime.

[undiscovered-horizon]

Imagine helping Maverick with training the pilots, all the while flirting with Rooster.

callsign "Daisy" bc I like the song -> "Daisy, don't you know that you're amazing?"

Although you had hardly any more experience than the "dagger-crew-to-be", you were quite known among naval aviators for being fairly unconventional and creative in your problem-solving. It was this nice balance that brought real trouble to the examining committee when you were graduating from Top Gun: were you brilliant or a madman? Because of this trait, some people compared you to Maverick but you always made sure to point out how broad his expertise is and that you needed long years in the air to actually compare to him. Pete Mitchell noticed your peculiar talent and adventurous spirit, which was the main reason why you now acted as a "teacher's aid", no matter how much Warlock and Cyclone were against that idea. The other thing, that he wasn't willing to admit, was that you were closer in age to his pilot trainees, so Maverick figured out that through you, maybe he will have a slightly easier time connecting with them.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen, this is your favourite pilot speaking," you said happily. Aside from being a humorous interjection, Maverick and you used it as a distraction tactic. "On today’s agenda, we have an all-around win for the old dogs. So don't forget to bring your best fight and flight.”

You looked over in the direction Maverick was supposed to be by the end of your announcement and, sure enough, he was right there, giving you a hand sign equivalent to "go". Those poor aviators had no idea what kind of scheme they had been just thrown into.

"Hey, Daisy, doesn’t that make you an old bitch?" Hangman asked. He might have been one cocky and mean guy but you had to give him credit for the sharp tongue. It became a kind of a tradition for you and Jake butted heads. No matter how mean or insulting your exchanges got, everyone knew it was lighthearted joking.

"You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you dirty boy?" A few laughs resounded on the radio. "I might be tad too expensive for you, Hangman."

"When I shoot you down, do I get a free pass?"

"Permission denied, Lieutenant Seresin. Only Rooster gets one."

Bradley at first thought nothing much of your flirting: it seemed like it was just your sense of humour, a few harmless comments and nothing beyond that. But as time went on and it became apparent that your flirtatious remarks were directed only at him, Rooster couldn't help but wonder if there was a kernel of honesty, seriousness, in them. Then one day he realized, that he would gladly take you up on your tempting words.

Wasting no time to try out your devilishly well-devised plan, together with Pete you were steadily eliminating other aviators. Each take-down was followed by mumbled words, mostly swears, that expressed their frustration at the seemingly impossible task of getting a clear shot of either of you. It did brush up your ego, to know that you're good just enough to win against world's best pilots.

"Rooster, you're down," Maverick announced over the radio. He sounded satisfied with himself or maybe with the entire plan that the two of you had devised - the very same scheme that was working as expected.

A few muffled swears resounded before Bradley lowered his flight to land.

"Worry not, Lieutenant Bradshaw, you’re still a handsome bastard!"

Although your words earned a few laughs, they were cut short upon others' realization that the exercise was still ongoing and they were, most certainly, the next ones to be eliminated if they don't get their act together. Passing Maverick, he gave you a friendly salute.

It didn't take much longer for your initial announcement to be proven true: it was a win for the old dogs, although it was hard to justify putting you into that category. In any event, the exercise was over and the trainee aviators were left disgruntled with another loss. You and Maverick, however, were lighthearted as always, enjoying the fair triumph. Both of you knew that, in the long run, your consecutive wins were a very bad omen: there was a dangerous mission to be done and if those great aviators don't step up, a grim cloud ought to hang above the world.

Maverick gave you the last triumphant high-five and the two of you were supposed to go your own separate ways when someone decided to change the course of your day:

"So, I'm a handsome bastard?"

Bradley had a cocky grin on his face as if he had just eavesdropped on a juicy secret. He was leaning against the wall of the hangar - no doubt he had been waiting for you to show up. The morning sun lit up only part of his face but, to your utmost pleasure, even bad lighting couldn't make him any less beautiful.

"It sounds better than 'dashing tosser', doesn't it?" you asked making your way to him. No matter how suave you seemed, there was a flutter of adoration in your chest. Rooster laughed at the charming, borderline insult, never expecting anything else to escape your clever mouth.

"Ma'am, I thought it's against the rules to flirt with your subordinates?"

"Well, I can always kneel for you, sir," you shamelessly offered as your hands run along the collar of his uniform. You noticed Bradley clenching his jaw: no matter whether he wanted it or not, you have planted a quite tempting image in his head and he wasn't quick to discard it. "Will that make us equal?"

[iluvchanniesposts]

skz lee headcanons

this is purely based off my opinion :)

chan -

i think he doesn’t get tickled a lot because whoever tickles him, knows they’ll get wrecked.

therefore - he’s super sensitive and doesn’t expect it a lot of the time.

he definitely tries to hold his laughter, but as soon as you touch his abs or sides, he bursts.

his neck seems like a super sensitive area, you can just put your hands there and he would scrunch his shoulders up in defence.

definitely the type of lee to run away - but sometimes if you’re sad, he’d give in and even let you straddle him.

high pitched giggles all day long.

minho -

one of the most ticklish lees you have ever met.

squirmy and tries to fight back, also trying to not hurt you.

100% is a shouter - “STOP!” or “GET OFF!”

a playful lee. will try to tickle you back always.

you have to catch him off guard because he’s constantly in fight or flight mode.

folds over in laughter just from pokes at his sides and ribs.

don’t you dare go near his chest and neck area - he won’t hesitate to bitch slap you.

changbin -

seems like the type to just let you do it for your sake.

even lets you pin him down - despite how strong he is.

pretends he’s not ticklish for the most part, but when you hit his upper ribs and armpits, he squeals like a baby.

has more fun seeing you laughing at him being tickled.

if it’s unexpected, he would jolt away and move seats because he knows you won’t stop.

“okay fine, just this once.” it’s never just this once though.

hyunjin -

the most squirmy lee ever.

any sort of contact can tickle him because he’s so sensitive - don’t you dare go near his feet or armpits!

can see him as a weak lee - not being able to fight back where he’s so hysterical.

rolls around and tries to grab your arms but you’re way too fast in switching spots.

laugh-screams. “AHHHHHH HAHAHAHA!”

you find him the cutest, sometimes he can’t help feeling ticklish if you’re just there with your arms around him.

“why do you keep moving, hyunjin?”

“because you keep touching my sides.”

jisung -

one of the most generous lees ever.

if you tickle him and he doesn’t laugh - he feels awful.

“here, you can pin me down and find my worst spots.”

once you get working on him - he’s a giggly mess.

has the cutest laugh ever.

if you lightly tickle his knee or even squeeze his thighs - he’s kicking his legs around like a madman.

DEFINITELY don’t tickle his waist ;).

felix -

his high pitched laugh is what you aim for.

tickle his stomach or sides - he will definitely be screaming.

i feel like felix would be a feather ticklish lee.

all you have to do is show him your claw like hands - or a feather - and he’s already a squirmy mess in his seat.

kissing his ears becomes difficult - once he can feel your breath on them - he’s putting his head into his shoulders.

nervous giggles erupt from his throat if you lightly trace your fingers down his back.

seungmin -

i think he tries to play it cool most of the time.

he doesn’t like the thought of being a lee instead of a ler.

it’s mainly cuddly tickles, where his arms behind your back so you lean back and trap it.

he giggles and squirms if you trace your nails down his arm to his armpit.

once you reach his armpit - he’s doubled over in fits.

tries his hardest to stop you but also wants you to enjoy your fun.

“ah, i’ll get you back for this.”

jeongin -

okay - the most sensitive baby ever.

you can’t even hug him a lot, because once your head is near his neck, he’s squirming and thrashing his arms around.

god help you if you trace your nails along his neck - i think he would genuinely beat your ass.

such a fun lee because he’s so ticklish it’s unreal.

literally anywhere on his body is ticklish - so it’s easy to get him good when he’s least expecting it.

feet? screaming. legs? screaming. waist and hips? screaming. stomach and ribs? screaming. armpits and neck? absolutely screaming.

runs away and never lets you tickle him - so when you get to, it’s extra fun.

[mianavs]

Hello! So I saw that your req's were opened and I decided that maybe I'd try to ask for one!

Could you try doing an angst on Kurapika, leorio, and Feitan's toxic traits, as like a part 3... Where the reader/their s/o gets fed up and they fight, break up and they realized how much they mean too them but was too late, or their s/o gets sick and they die.. kinda like those kinda themes.

Of course you don't have to! And sorry if this is the wrong way to request, I'm new to all this.. 😬

you're in luck bc i just so happen to be a total slut for angst so without further ado, here's the all hurt, no comfort continuation of this post

wc: 1.7k+

When Kurapika’s phone rings and the screen lights up with an unknown number, he picks up thinking it’s a client only to find a complete stranger on the other side of the line. They introduce themselves as a nurse at the city hospital, and Kurapika drowns out the rest of their words until he hears your name.

“W-wait, what?”

“F/N L/N was involved in an accident at 5:45pm on the Thirteenth St. They’re currently—”

A surge of panic rises in Kurapika, and he stands up with a jolt before hanging up on the nurse and making a dash for the door of his office. His body moves on its own accord, running down corridors, bumping into bystanders, and flying down flights of stairs all while blood pumps in his ears and his heart’s thundering wildly in his throat.

Once he’s in the backseat of his sedan, he gives orders to his chauffeur, and they’re racing down the street paying no mind to traffic laws. With an iron grip on his phone, Kurapika presses his lips into a thin line as the familiar throbbing behind his eyes begins, and he almost feels the changing of color from cool grey to scarlet red.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Kurapika wastes no time in reaching the front desk and barking out your name.

“Where the hell are they?!” He seethes and the wide-eyed receptionist trembles under his furious gaze.

“O-one s-second, please!” Shaky fingers press down on keys and they scroll their mouse until a flash of relief crosses their face. “R-room 8108 on the eighth floor but—”

Kurapika pushes himself off the front desk and makes a dash towards the elevators at the end of the hallway. He presses the button repeatedly and grows more impatient with every passing second until his fury erupts in the form of his fist denting the wall.

After what seems like an eternity, the elevator doors open and he rushes in. As glowing red numbers above the door change, Kurapika tries to recall the last thing he said to you that morning only to realize he had ignored you completely. When the elevator bell dings on the eighth floor, Kurapika vows to never ignore you again and to always make time for you.

The door opens and Kurapika whips his head around like a madman trying to find the way to your room. He eventually finds a sign that points him in the right direction and a sigh of relief leaves his lips as he bounds down the hallway where your room is located.

The relief that he feels is shortened, however, by the crowd of doctors, nurses, and technicians outside of your room. Dread washes over him as he walks over to where they’re standing, his legs suddenly weighing a ton. Then a bed rolls out of the room with a white sheet over it and Kurapika’s heart stops.

He freezes.

He doesn’t believe it.

At least not until one of the doctors declares it.

“Patient F/N L/N has expired. Time of death 6:44 pm”

Kurapika’s legs give in, and he collapses on the ground while burying his face in his hands. He’s too late and grief consumes him until he’s a sobbing mess clutching on to your cold dead body.

The Head of General Surgery position was supposed to make everything better, but the only thing that changes for Leorio is his workload which triples in size. He practically lives in the hospital, always either in the operating room or cooped up in his office going through piles of paperwork. While the pay increase and the prestige that come with the position are nice, they pale in comparison to the work he puts in day in and day out. Leorio quickly finds out he hates the extra documentation he now has to do and tries to remember the reason he wanted the position in the first place.

Your face eventually comes to mind and Leorio realizes it’s been over a month since he’s last seen you. Despite working in the same hospital, you never cross paths with each other. You’re the hospital’s Financial Director and work regular hours in the offices located on the top floor of the building, whereas Leorio works round the clock and stays on the first and second floors. Leorio’s new position was supposed to help him reach you professionally only for him to realize the two of you are further away than ever before.

After some reflection, Leorio can finally admit he’d felt insecure around you and your professional success. You were always rewarded for your hard work while he was scolded and told to work harder time and time again. And while he'd been happy for you at first, his inferiority complex got the best of him, and he lashed out against you instead of working on himself. Even you set aside time from your already hectic schedule to help him network only for him to throw it back at your face and accuse you of looking down on him like the jealous idiot he was. You eventually stopped trying to help him, and Leorio doesn’t blame you. Nor does he blame you for not seeking him out after all those times he hurt your feelings.

Leorio is the reason your relationship is in shambles, so he decides to do something about it.

By some holy intervention, he wraps up a surgery at half past noon, so he pushes back his endless paperwork to pay you a visit. He takes the elevator up to your office only for your secretary to inform you you’re taking lunch at the cafeteria. During his mad dash there, he passes by the vending machine where the two of you first met years ago and spots your favorite drink. The fond memory plays out in his mind as he watches the machine dispense the drink. Now with your drink in hand, an apology on his lips, and hope swelling in his heart, Leorio walks into the bustling cafeteria and searches for your familiar frame.

And just like that, he deflates altogether when he sees you at a table laughing and chatting away with your coworker.

Leorio realizes it’s been a while since he last heard your melodic laugh and he stops just to take it in. Condensation from the drink in his hand drips down his hand and breaks his trance. He takes a step, but before he can call out your name, that coworker presents you with your favorite drink and Leorio doesn’t miss the twinkle in your eyes and the light blush that dusts your cheeks.

It’s then that Leorio realizes he’s too late, and you’re already beyond his reach.

Feitan tries to convince himself it had been an accident. That the glass he threw during last night’s fit of anger was supposed to miss you entirely like all the other times he lost control and threw things in your direction. But he clearly remembers the invasive thought that had crossed his mind right before he released the empty glass. The thought of wanting to silence you forever.

Thankfully that hadn’t been the case and the glass shattered against the wall beside your head per usual. Or so Feitan had thought until he heard you cry out and looked up to see a line of red blood across your cheek.

It was something he would never forget. The stricken look on your face after you’d seen the blood on your hand. The way your entire body trembled and curled into itself when he managed to move. And the way you flinched and cried out when he tried to reach for you.

“Don’t touch me!”

Those words stay with Feitan all throughout the night and into the next morning while he’s with the Troupe. He’s distracted and everyone can tell, especially Phinks.

“Trouble in paradise?” The tall blonde asks, sauntering over before sitting next to Feitan.

“No,” the shorter man bites out before fishing out his phone from his pocket.

“Really? Because that’s the sixth time you’ve checked your phone in the past ten minutes.” Phinks counters, gesturing at the phone in his friend’s hand.

Feitan scowls at the lack of messages from you before tucking away his phone. Things had never been this way in the aftermath of his previous incidents. The two of you would always make up the next morning with him apologizing and you forgiving him with a kiss. But this morning had been different and you left for work before he woke up, so Feitan didn’t know what to do with himself, and the guilt that was eating him alive.

“We’re pretty much all done here so why don’t you go back home,” Phinks says, interrupting Feitan’s musings and he shoots his friend a quizzical look.

“You’re distracted so go home and make up with them before you even think about coming back.”

Any other time, Feitan would have fought Phinks on that because only the boss could order him around like that; however, Feitan is desperate to see you, so he just gives Phinks a nod and heads back to your shared flat.

On the way home, Feitan tries to conjure up an apology that will suffice but he quickly decides that an apology won’t cut it this time. He physically hurt you and it can’t happen again so Feitan comes to the conclusion that he needs to get his anger under control. By the time he gets home, Feitan already has a couple of therapist’s names saved in his phone that he’s ready to show you.

The flat is eerily quiet and Feitan calls out your name only to be met with silence. Panic rises in his chest as he walks in and checks every room before entering your shared bedroom. The door is semi-open and Feitan turns on the light to find a sight he never imagined he’d see.

Empty drawers and hangers that once held your clothes. The nightstand wiped clean of your favorite book and other personal products. He staggers into the bathroom hoping to still find a trace of you there but all of your face washes, soaps, and hair products are gone.

Panic molds into that familiar anger and Feitan sees red. He makes a fist and he raises it in the direction of the mirror before stopping when he sees himself. He looks completely unhinged and dangerous and the image makes him realize how far he’s fallen into his pit of rage.

Feitan collapses on the ground and for the first time in his life, he’s overcome with a sense of despair over the loss of your love.

[linuxgamenews]

There’s Always a Madman: Fight or Flight offers a taste of gameplay via Proton

There’s Always a Madman: Fight or Flight single-player spy thriller game aims at Linux via Steam Deck and Windows PC with a Demo. According to the latest details straight from the folks at Sunny Demeanor Games. Due to evolve its way onto Steam in 2024. We are due to take a dive deep into the newest spy thriller adventure, There’s Always a Madman: Fight or Flight. This one's going to be both unique and even deep. First up, picture this: it’s the Ides of March 15th. The same day a historic Julius Caesar met a rather sharp end. Now, why's this date important? Our There’s Always a Madman: Fight or Flight bad guy is Brutus. The date is a nod to Mission: Impossible too, where a key moment is called "Job 3:15". On top of that, the developer "anticipates good compatibility with Linux through Steam's Proton compatibility layer. Similar to how the Steam Deck functions." Since this opens up Proton support, with further hope for a There’s Always a Madman: Fight or Flight native port.

"While there are no specific plans for Mac and Linux versions at the moment, it's encouraging to know that you are open to revisiting these decisions in the future."

There’s Always a Madman: Fight or Flight release date trailer

Now, onto There’s Always a Madman: Fight or Flight that you will be diving into. A secret agent, Franklin Benjamin, with the weight of the world on your shoulders. You get to cruise in the swankiest cars, charm some amazing people, and tackle some wild challenges to save the day. There's even an evil genius, so you are the one to stop him. Some madman with deadly satellite tech that can strike anywhere, even other satellites. In There’s Always a Madman: Fight or Flight you have help: Virginia, who's got tons of field experience. Also, Hatcher, the tech guru. But hey, it's your show! Your choices dictate how this all unfolds. It’s text-based, due to have you diving into a spy novel where YOU are the main character. And there’s also amazing music in the background. Feeling safe? Calm tunes play. Danger? The music turns intense. It’s all about setting that perfect mood for your adventure. Controls? Just a mouse to delve into There’s Always a Madman: Fight or Flight. Every move you make, every line you say – it's just a click. If you're thinking, "What's it like?", well, imagine a mix of classics like GoldenEye 007, the Mission: Impossible adventures, and some Telltale magic like the Batman series. And the humor? Think Austin Powers, The Office’s “Threat Level Midnight” episode. There’s Always a Madman: Fight or Flight even has a hint of The Simpsons with their “You Only Move Twice” episode. So, it’s not just action – there are some laughs too!

The Demo:

Now, bonus info! Before There’s Always a Madman: Fight or Flight release on March 15th, 2024, there’s a demo out that you can try, covering 5 mega chapters. And this isn’t a one-time thing; it’s sticking around for a while. So, you've got time to test-drive your secret agent Demo on Linux and Steam Deck via Proton. This spy thriller game is also developed in Unity 3D. Also, keep an eye out this October. There's a Kickstarter coming, not for the main adventure, but for a James Bond-style title track. If you back it, you could even see your name in the credits, or get an early sneak peek. To sum it up, There’s Always a Madman: Fight or Flight isn't just another title to play; it’s an experience to be lived. Due to make its way onto Linux and Steam Deck via Proton with Windows PC. Also be sure to Wishlist this spy thriller game on Steam.

[doiefy]

upcoming works

navigation / masterlist

This is a list of my wips and upcoming fics (at least, the ones I see myself posting in the coming months. The real wip folder is coming apart by the seams... but we choose to ignore it).

All expected release dates are tentative; I'm a full time student who writes like a madman on select days and suffers most other days.

If you'd like to be on the tag list for any of these, feel free to DM or send an Ask!

Last updated: January 29, 2022

ORIGAMI // KIM DOYOUNG

genre: rock band au, childhood friends, unrequited love, fluff, angst

pairing: front man!doyoung x songwriter!reader (gn.)

expected word count: 15k

expected release: february 2022

The best thing about working with Subsidence has always been the people. When Johnny invited you to his band’s very first gig at a cheap bar in your hometown, it was more so a night out with your childhood friends than anything else. When he asked you to write lyrics for them, it was a fun little project that kept you busy on the weekends—until suddenly the songs were going viral and the boys were breaking into your apartment at midnight to tell you the news.

But the worst thing about working with Subsidence has always been the people too. Because when you accidentally let slip the fact that you had the teeniest, tiniest crush on Kim Doyoung—the band’s brooding, charismatic front man—leave it to a bunch of man-children to make the biggest fucking deal out of it and ruin just about everything they started.

FIGHT OR FLIGHT III. DYSTOPIAS (FINALE) // KIM DOYOUNG

genre: sci-fi, cyberpunk, hybrids, mutants, crime, contract killers, enemies to lovers, angst

i. dynasties

ii. downfalls

pairing: contract killer!doyoung x middleman!reader (gn.), johnny x reader

expected word count: 15-20k

expected release: march 2022 (parts 1 and 2 have already been posted)

note: taking a small break with this one because the exposition and character development for this last part has been unbelievably hard for me to figure out.

In which the compromised anonymity of the city’s most wanted kingpin sucks you and your best contract killers into dangerous territory: crime syndicates parading as high societies, black markets fueled by tyranny, illicit substances meant for those who are more animal than they are human. In which the only way to escape with your lives is to tear it all down from within.

Dynasties (finale): new allies, new enemies, and new thrones built from the toppled remains of the last.

AT DUSK // KIM DOYOUNG

dawn to dusk series

genre: modern vampire, crime, murder mystery, death games, horror

pairing: no pairing, doyoung standalone

expected word count: 30k

expected release: june-august 2022

After centuries of hiding and oppression, the vampire underground now sees its darkest days: blatant animosity between people of the same kind, twisted schools of thoughts, cultish covens, all of which have led to bloodshed around every corner.

A series of unsettling disappearances and the murder of a friend have Doyoung searching through the pits of hell for answers. Out of morbid curiosity and his unrelenting pursuit for vengeance, he vows to dig up the entire underground, to play in the sickest, vilest games if it means unmasking the mastermind behind it all—but in a split second of weakness, he might just become the very people he’s hellbent on destroying.

It's a lot of doyoung. I'm well aware of this and I do not apologize for it.

[lavishedinjimin]

bts reaction -> you do something that upsets/angers them

woah! finally, a new reaction post?? 

(all gifs used are not mine!) 

Namjoon:

Well, well, well, what could you have possibly said to create an argument with Namjoon. He, for one, doesn’t like arguments. He would instead talk to you and settle all the problems without raising his voice.

But if the argument does get too far, he’s making sure that he gets his point across, even if his words might sting.

Namjoon sits on the edge of the bed, looking up at you who was standing in front of him with your arms crossed.

“I did nothing wrong, Y/n,” he states with a deep yet calm tone, “You didn’t tell me that I had to run errands. How would I when I’m in the studio with the boys?”

He raises his brow when you stomp your feet on the wooden floor. Eyeing you up and down, his blood slowly rises when he feels like you’re acting insensitive.

“But you knew that we had no groceries left!”

Namjoon suppresses his anger like he always does, “Stop being selfish, Y/n. Tell me, who’s paying your bills?” he points his chin out.

“Hey, I pay half of our bills!”

“There you go. That just means you also shouldn’t be depending on me so much when I’m busy doing work, okay?”

(aln: this gif is so fucking hot istg i’m on my knees) 

Seokjin:

You feel the other side of the bed dip, signaling that someone had come into bed with you. Peeking your eyes open just slightly, you feel your body relaxing as you finally saw Seokjin after a long, hard day.

“Hey, darling,” you whisper, scooting closer to him to hug his body. Seokjin murmurs something under his breath, but you didn’t quite grasped what it was. 

Seokjin moves around, furrowing his eyebrows as a groan escapes his mouth. “Please…”

Ignoring the word, you instantly scatter his face with kisses, kissing his forehead and down to his plump lips.

“Not now, Y/n.”

“Why?” you pout, “lemme kiss you. I haven’t seen you all day.” You continue your mischief on him, placing open-mouthed kisses all over.

With eyes still closed, he pushes you away with both hands.

Shocked, you look at him in awe of what he just did.

“That’s so rude,” you scoff.

“I just want to sleep, Y/n. I’m tired and I don’t want to talk.”

Silence fills the room as you sullenly observe him pull the covers over his body. He rubs his face with his hands as he lets go of an exasperated sigh. “Get over it. I had a bad day, okay? I just want silence and a night of good sleep, that’s all I want right now.”

You know how Seokjin gets mad. His words are his weapon. You think that it’s much better leaving him alone than further pushing his buttons. Tomorrow will be another day.

Yoongi:

Yoongi doesn’t get angry that often. It’s quite impressive how he can calm himself down and avoid the anger. But it’s also alarming – because whenever he does get angry, he can become outright terrifying and a guilt-tripping madman.

“Is it because I don’t talk to you enough?” Yoongi alarms through the phone, the rage in his voice evident even though you can’t see his face. “Huh? Is it because I don’t give you enough attention?”

“It’s not like that! You have to understand that he’s just a friend!” You grip the phone tighter in your damp hand. 

“I bet that guy treated you better, hm? I bet that’s the reason.” Yoongi’s voice was filled with bitter sarcasm as he speaks. The tone of his voice makes you clench your fist in annoyance. It was clear that he was manipulating you with his words, but there’s nothing you can do to stop him.

“You know what? Whatever, Y/n. You do whatever the fuck you want. I don’t care. But get ready for when I get home, you’re gonna get some serious fucking punishment.”

There was a long, thick silence after his sentence. You can feel your heartbeat thump loudly in your chest, upset in both yourself and in Yoongi.

“It isn’t my intention to upset you,” you sigh, “you’re the one that I care about. Always.”

“Then show it to me.”

You gasped. Are your actions not enough for him to believe you? 

Hoseok:

Hoseok can be immensely intimidating when angry. Those eyes that can show the sweetest candy smile, with a single wrong move, they can turn into the most devilish gaze someone has ever seen.

Even his members find him scary whenever he’s mad.

As you watch the band practice their choreography for their performance next week, you couldn’t keep your eyes on Hoseok. The way his body just moves smoothly without any imperfections at all, it was clear that he was made for dancing and performing on stage.

Park Jimin calls off for a break and the members rush to their respective corners to catch their breath. Hoseok walks to the other side of the practice room where he sits down. Until suddenly, Jimin comes to your direction with a sly smirk on his face.

“Did you like the choreo?” he says, voice sort of raspy and out of breath. You giggle, “Yes. It was fire.”

“Mhm…” he places his hands on the table in front of you and leans forward, making your eyes widen. What is he doing…?

His eyes were almost slitted, licking his lips. You can’t help but notice small droplets of sweat trickling down from his temples and to his jawline, and how the light reflex the dampness of his neck. “Were you watching me?”

“H-Huh?” You stutter, mouth agape. “Yeah. You’re so good, Jimin, as always,” you respond while tucking your hair behind your ear. 

Jimin’s grin widens, satisfied with your answer. Before he can give a verbal reply, Hoseok was right behind him and he swiftly pushes Jimin aside. He gives him a ‘look’ paired with a shake of his head. He whispers something to Jimin as he walks away.  

Hoseok lifts his chin whilst he looks down at you with those menacing dark brown eyes. “Are you enjoying your time here?”

“Well,” you gulp, “Yes.”

He looks away for a second, brushing his hair back. You can hear that he took a deep sigh. Placing his forearms on the table, he stares directly into your eyes. His irises burn deep into you as he takes a heavy breath, “You know how possessive I am of you, Y/n. Only—” he lifts his right hand and caresses your cheek, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip, “only look at me.”

Jimin:

Jimin was clicking away on his laptop as he sits on the barstool, eyes glued on the screen for he didn’t even notice that you’ve walked up behind him. Slowly, you wrap your arms around his waist. His body jumps in utter shock.

“Babe,” he groans, “don’t do that again. Don’t surprise me like that.”

His tone was plain and sharp, bringing an attitude that signifies that he is annoyed.

Perhaps he needs more love and attention?

Inhaling his scent, you rest your cheek against his back. The sounds of the keys clicking were slowly becoming irritating, so you snatch his hands away to hold them in your grasp.

“Wha—Y/n!” he yells, but you unrightfully ignore him.

“C’mon, baby. Just rest for a while and come cuddle with me instead—”

“Cuddle?” he turns the stool around so he faces you. He scoffs, “You really want us to cuddle right now? When I’m in the middle of work?” he raises his voice at you, making you feel small. Trying your best not to be hurt by his razor-sharp timbre, you stand your ground. “Stop fucking annoying me and let me do my job, okay?”

“I’m just trying to—”

“—Just trying to help, yeah.” He rolls his eyes. “Please just, just leave me alone for a couple of minutes.”

But he will feel so fucking bad afterward, though. Jimin lets his emotions get the best of him and he used you to let it all out. You understand him, nonetheless. He is the type to bottle up his feelings. But deep down, you wish he would tell you everything that’s been bothering him, without having to keep them for himself. 

Taehyung:

Taehyung rarely gets mad at you. But whenever he does, he’s quick to apologize and forget about the situation because he doesn’t want to cause a much bigger problem.

So, stealing his food from the fridge wouldn’t annoy him, right?

He was supposed to come home early for tonight, but he informed you that he’ll be a little bit late because of traffic.

Although your hunger couldn’t wait any longer.

Taking the box of food out of the fridge, you did not hesitate to gobble them all up to feed your rumbling stomach. You know for a fact that he’s going to empathize with you anyway.

As he comes home, though, you weren’t still finished and he stops his tracks when he sees that you were eating his meal.

“Y/n!” he gasps, “This one is yours!” he says, raising the takeout box he bought on the way home. “You said you wanted Chinese, didn’t you?”

Uh-oh…

You slowly stand up from the dining table, walking your way out of the area with his food still in your hands with a little cheeky grin.

Taehyung pouts as he whines out your name, “I hate it when you do this! I was craving for that!” He stomps his foot, “This is so upsetting, you know.”

You feel your heart clench at that, “I’m sorry…”

“Come here, you!” Taehyung all of a sudden, runs to catch you, signaling your fight or flight response. You shriek and dashed all around the dining room, trying to avoid Taehyung as much as possible. He had his arms sprawled across like an eagle, cackling.

Once you let him catch you, he hugs your body tightly in his grasp. “Hmm? You’re so naughty, babe. You know I can’t get mad at you for too long.” He grabs the food box away from you and sets it aside. He whispers, “But don’t do this again.”

Jungkook:

“I mean, look at her, Jungkook. Doesn’t her face irritate you?” you inquire at him, showing an Instagram picture of that one girl you despise. She had her whole butt on screen, tongue out, showing off her long acrylic nails.

Sitting on the couch beside you, Jungkook purses his lips and looks at the screen. “Hmm.” He says plainly.

“Goddamn, whenever I see her in real life my saliva turns sour, y’know? Ugh¸ I hate her so much.” You can feel your nerves rile up, throwing your feet on the coffee table in front of you.

Jungkook speaks, “What has she done to you?” he says in a monotone voice.

“Uh,” you turn to look at him, raising an eyebrow, “Why?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “Just wondering.”

“Okay, fine,” You roll your eyes, “She has done nothing, all right? But—”

He laughs unexpectedly, making you crease your forehead both in frustration and perplexity.

Jungkook himself was never the type to create arguments or say what he feels out loud. He would most likely internalize his thoughts and opinions and waits for the perfect timing to affront.

But if there’s a moment where he a situation feels unfair, he’s not afraid to stand up for what he believes.

“You know that’s wrong, darling,” he sighs, scooting over to you. He swings his right arm around your shoulder and tugs your figure closer. “There’s no reason to hate someone without having a definitive reason. C’mon, just ignore her if she bothers you so much.”

You frown, “But…”

“But what? Baby, if you do this one more time, I’ll be very upset. More upset in you than I am right now.”

Immediately, you jerk your head to look at him. With puppy dog eyes, you apologize, “Sorry.”

[stararctic]

Updated my Masterlist :))))))

(there's way to many fanfics on here lmaooo)