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I reread the Rook ask with a tailor player and immediately saw the potential.
What if the player was a famous tailor and designer back in their world, that loved to make outfit and jewelry for their lover ? Like imagine the player using their knowledge of Disney to make a set of clothes and jewelries inspired by their villains counterpart. Like Vil get a whole fairest Queen inspired wardrobe, that is like the most accurate thing ever coupled with the matching jewelry. (And of course some others clothes that have nothing to do with it. The boy deserve variety.)
With Vil/Malleus/Leona. Pretty please ? 😚
(I swear I smell the potential for an AU or smth like that but I promise to behave and not flood your ask with it.)
Oh yes. THE POTENTIAL! (But seriously, people who are able to make clothing are so talented! Ever tried to sew a simple shirt? That stuff more complicated than it looks like.)
Dw about flooding my requests when they are open again. Just do it. I don't mind.
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Self-aware au
I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!
WARNINGS: Yandere themes, imprisonment, possessiveness, poison, religion, obsession, kidnapping, stalking
Leona Kingscholar/Vil Schoenheit/Malleus Draconia-Darling who is a talented tailor
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Usually Leona isn't someone who cares how he looks like as long as his clothing feels comfortable and doesn't get in his way
Keyword: usually
You see, that t-shirt you once made him is just so precious to him
Not that he would show that
He just might make sure that it doesn't get damaged or dirty if that can be avoided
And then you make him more clothing
His closer was never so full before you came...
Don't worry about the expenses though, he gives you always money in return
But oh dear, please save the poor soul who would damage it in any way
I can only say, all that Sand in Savanaclaw hasn't always been sand... (you catch my drift, right?)
And you might do send him signals of likin him
Under normal circumstances this would be all fine and dandy...
But we are talking here about characters that know that they are 2D ok? It's never that simple...
He will be everywhere
Following you around, watching you...
And back home you are known as “that one stranger who has made uncle Leona weird”
Be happy that they don't know that you are the Overseer
At least not yet
If someone else were to get clothing then he would make sure that they would be shredded into notingness
Only he is allowed to get them!
Just... don't stop making them. It's one of the few things which keep him in check
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All those expensive brands? Now trash in his eyes
He has received clothing and jewelry from perfection themselves!
Maybe he doesn't need to use that love potion... *ahem* what?
But let's start from the beginning
One day you gave him just a small piece...
And now you are doing his entire wardrobe
He loves that one outfit which is based on the Fairest queen
Is that you telling him that he has finally reached her level??!
Like Leona, we can only wish the poor soul which damages those pieces in any pieces well
But no, Vil won't make them disappear without any trace
For that he is too haughty
He will publicly humiliate them to such an extent that they won't dare to set a foot outside of their home
And if that doesn't work... there are surely potions that can torment you to such a extent that you... Ok let's stop here
By the way, when was the last time you went out of your room and didn't sew?
Vil knows that you can't leave when he tells you that he “trusts you so much” and “needs that jacket plus the fitting earring till tomorrow”
Catching on? He will use your passion to keep you isolated
Like this he is not only the only person with whom you have contact but also the one you will always think about
If you were to say no though... once more, potion (this is getting old, isn't it?)
He will flaunt the things you make but when someone asks him where he got them they will experience such a nasty glare... Vil, this isn't good for your career...
Also, shouldn't you feel grateful that you are able to make clothing for the Vil Schoenheit?
Just don't make rings, he might misunderstand that for more than a friendly gesture
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The price of Vils brand clothing? Cheap rags in comparison to what he wears on a daily basis
And then suddenly the royal tailor doesn't get any more requests from him anymore
Meanwhile, the future king of Briar Valley is screaming about presents from the Overseer
I'm not joking, screaming
Malleus doesn't just have problems with being way too obsessed (which is already bad enough in itself) but also believes that you are courting him
Something self-made with heart....
And oh, you need some red stone? Take this ruby here. Don't worry about it's worth
Yes, he promises you the world on a silver tablet every time you give him something new
And then you tailor him something which is inspired by his ancestor...
You might make him cry from happiness
Lilia is screaming, Sebek is screaming, Malleus is screaming and Silver would scream if he would be awake
But he doesn't dare to wear these on everyday occasions
Oh no
Only for special things
Like that one gathering of the Faes which ended with them bowing in front of a coat you once made for him
Be prepared to be spoiled in riches
Faes always repay their debts but this is something else for the monarch
He just wants to court you too, isn't this cute?
Oh God....
Don't give him too much in too little time
Otherwise you might find yourself in a unfamiliar tower with a spindle, sewing equipment, all kinds of diamonds and a lot of fabric woven from the most expensive material
Yes that spindle is the spindle
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arobinwithoutbatman · 5 months
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My muse was unexpectedly kidnapped, and was never able to be found. A year later, your muse comes across an old abandoned building, and finds my muse tied up, wounded, and barely alive. What is your muse's reaction?
@dramatisperscnae
Tim missed Gotham. His Dad Jack. Call him Jack. That monster isn't his Dad anymore had sort of... snapped a while back how long has it been now? Time isn't real anymore and pulled Tim out of school, sold their town house in Bristol and just. Left. He was fairly sure they left the State but he wasn't sure where they ended up. Tim wasn't allowed to know. He spent the entire ride asleep against his will. His room had a skylight so he could see the sky and get vitamin D from the sun but it didn't open and Tim couldn't reach it. He had a couple of windows too but they were high up on the wall, too high for him to reach and only showed him sky and the very tops of what could either be trees or hills. He definitely wasn't in a city, he could say that much.
His door was locked, as always. Dad Jack kept the key somewhere; upstairs in the main house probably or on his person. Tim was pretty sure he'd been up there? For meeting the neighbours and other guests? Maybe? It was hard to say. He was in a constant haze of drowsiness these days, it slowed his mind down in a way he despised because it meant he couldn't form a plan of escape, couldn't keep track of what he was seeing or even what day it was. The only method of time keeping he had was the passing sunlight and Dad Jack! He's not Dad anymore! The more I call him Dad, the closer I am to giving in entirely! stopping by with his food. His empty dinner tray was on his desk.
His room wasn't empty, far from it. Plenty of room to move around and stretch, build legos on his carpeted floor, a big comfy bed, a big fancy desk for studying and doing his online classes. Heavily monitored of course. If he even started typing anything that wasn't approved, Jack would knock him out. Sleeping gas usually. Mostly to avoid drugging him more than he already was. Tim had tried figuring out which of his various medications was responsible; he didn't wasn't allowed to leave his prison room so took various vitamins and other things to make sure he was getting the nutrients he needed. Which wasn't enough because Tim had long since lost the muscle tone of being Robin. Which sucked because he'd been pretty proud of that.
Tim shifted on his bed, the oranges and pinks he could see through his skylight told him it was sunset. May as well get comfy. He didn't exactly have anything else to do. He rolled onto his side, the cuff and long chain around his ankle didn't bother him anymore. It was long enough to allow him to comfortably move around in his sleep and walk freely around his room. Couldn't quite reach his door though.
Hazy ice blue eyes blinked slowly as he took in the figure before him.
"Oh. This hallucination again. Or lucid dream? I can't tell the difference anymore. I'd say your name out loud but I'm pretty sure my Dad is listening and I don't feel like losing more time as punishment for not agreeing with him. Not so soon after last time." He yawned. "What are we talking about tonight?"
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holylulusworld · 4 months
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Caged Bird
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Pairing: Michael!Dean x fem!Reader; Dean Winchester x fem!Reader
Genre: angst
Written for @little-diable’s 15k celebration.
My sentence (#79): "There is no law that gods must be fair" from The Song of Achilles.  
Warnings: blood, angst, mentions of characters death, imprisonment, being locked in a cage, mentions of starving someone, implied torture, Michael Dean is the worst, a hint of hope and fluff
Words: 1k+
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Your world lies in ruins. Only dust and burned ground are left. Blood is soaking the battleground. Feeding it with the red nectar from the fallen ones.
The leader stands over your broken body. Your hope and wings ripped from your dying body. He smiles down at you, his eyes still the same, but so much colder now.
“Why did you have to do this?” He cocks his head to watch you take your last breaths. “A mere human becoming an angel. This has to end badly.”
“He promised that I’ll be able to defeat you if I give up my human form,” you choke on your blood as your hand reaches out for the man who used to be the love of your life. He swats it away, sneering as a single tear runs down your cheek.
“Father lied,” he stares back at you. His eyes are blue and sparkling now. “God is a good player, isn’t he?”
“Why would he do such a thing? Why would he lie to me?” You whimper as the pain gets unbearable. Your insides feel like your body is on fire while you are shaking from the cold. “God is supposed to be the good guy.”
Michael crouches down next to you to run his hand over your hair. He almost acts like he regrets piercing your heart with his archangel blade. 
“There is no law that gods must be fair," he wraps his hand around the sword in your chest. “Your God is a worse monster than all the things you were hunting all your life.”
“A monster,” you choke on your blood. “Just like you.” Your eyes flutter shut. There is no fight left in you. It’s over, and you succumb to the darkness wanting to drag you away.
“I’m not a monster, but your God. A better one,” his fingertips stroke your cheek, and you feel a spark touch your skin. “I’ll make you my perfect little puppet on a string. Dean will be so happy having you around. Won’t he?”
You dare not open your eyes when he removes the sword from your chest. The pain is excruciating. Images of your family, friends, and lastly Dean and you fill your mind. 
“So many memories, little human,” he coos and touches your chest. Another spark runs through your body, making you cry out in pain. “I’ll keep you to torture Dean with every single kiss you remember. Maybe I’ll put you in a cage only to let him watch you wither away like a flower.”
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You wake up in pain, like most days. Your body is not used to being locked in a small cage. On the other hand, no human being is used to being caged like some animal.
“Look at my favorite pet, Dean,” the monster wearing Dean’s body for prom waltzes into the room, his eyes trained on you in the cage. 
You’re too weak to even give him a snarky comment. He didn’t give you food for a few days. Michael likes to test how long you’ll survive without food.
“Sweetheart,” he uses the pet name on purpose, “don’t you want to greet the man you love? Hmm…he has missed you. Right now, he tries to claw his way to the front, but he won’t succeed.”
Michael crouches down in front of the cage. He wants to watch you flinch away, but you won’t give him the satisfaction today. Whatever he has in mind today, you’re too tired and weak to feel the pain.
“Aw, did I finally break you?” Michael unlocks the cage. He reaches out for you to stroke your cheek. The monster smiles as a single tear rolls down your cheek. “I promise, this is not the end.”
You wish his words weren’t true. Every beat of your heart tells you he’s not lying.
“Dean dreams of holding you in his arms again,” Michael easily gets you out of the cage and lifts you into his arms. Your head lolls back, and you hope you’ll lose consciousness before he starts with whatever he planned for you. “I’ll fulfill his wish tonight.”
“Please just kill me,” you breathe against his shoulder. “Please. I can’t…please.” Michael broke the strong woman in you. He won but refuses to show mercy and redeem you.
“I won’t let you go, little bird. It’s so much fun feeling Dean despair every day more…”
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Michael smiles widely as you lie on the soft sheets, looking like an angel covered in red.
Your body is littered with cuts from his archangel blade. You can’t whimper or move. He made sure of it.
His hand slides over your torn body to heal the damage he did to you tonight.
“Beautiful yet so broken. Do you want to feel her, Dean?” Michael leans over your body to brush his lips over yours. “I could break her neck or rip her heart out and you cannot stop me. Give in, and I’ll end her life painless and fast.”
“Do it! Kill me,” your eyes snap open, and you grab Michael’s hand on your cheek. “Stop toying with me.”
“There she is,” Michael coos and brushes his thumb over your cheek. “I knew there was still fight left in you. Dean would be so proud of you, sweetheart.”
“You’re a fucking creep,” you spit in his face. “Dean would rip your ass open, you sonofabitch!”
You can’t see it, but Dean stopped fighting Michael’s grip on him for a moment to chuckle at your response. “I’ll get out of here, sweetheart,” he says before fighting Michael again.
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“You’re nothing but insects!” You can hear Michael yell outside your prison. There’s a commotion, and then the door flies open. You can see a young woman pierce Michael’s upper arm, and then blinding light fills the room.
“Y/N,” the last thing you recognize is Sam’s voice and the worry in his eyes as he steps toward the cage. “Fuck, Cas, Rowena I need your help.”
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Waking up feels different this time. You’re not in pain, and someone gently runs his hand over your hair. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
“Dean—” you croak as you struggle to open your eyes. “What a pleasant dream. Please don’t leave me. Stay with me.”
“I’ll stay with you,” he moves closer to press his lips to your temple, “until the very end. I promise to make him suffer for what he’s done to you…” 
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promptful · 1 year
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Hurt no comfort 👀??
Hurt No Comfort Dialogue
yikers there's a lot of warnings. heed them. do not add. you are responsible for the media you consume.
WARNINGS: Forced imprisonment. Cheating. Amnesia. Implied murder. Death. Possible implied toxic relationship. Injuries. Breaking up. Cigarettes. Self-destructive tendencies. Alcoholism. Wowie. 
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1) “I trusted you.” 
2)“I’m sorry… who are you?” 
3) “Were we friends?” 
4)“Do you even love me?”
5) “What are we now?” 
6) “Damn you.” 
7) “No feelings involved.” 
8) “I never loved you, anyway.” 
9) “You’re nothing but a deceitful bastard!” 
10) “I don’t know you.” 
11) “Erase me from your memory.” 
12) “Understand that I don’t care to know you.” 
13) “Trust you? Hilarious. Tell another joke.” 
14) “Step away from them!” 
15) “I loved you.” 
16) “You broke my heart.” 
17) “Really? You’re cheating on me?” 
18) “You liar.” 
19) “Give one damn reason to not walk out that door!” 
20) “I’m broken. And I don’t intend on being fixed.” 
21) “Naïve little thing, aren’t you?” 
22) “I thought you loved me.” 
23) “If I have to pick me or you, I’m picking you.” 
24) “Take this and run.” 
25) “Forget about me. It’s for the best.” 
26) “They want us to separate. I’m sorry.” 
27) “We’re terrible together.” 
28) “I thought that I could learn to love you.” 
29) “Did our love mean anything?”
30) “I just want what’s best for you.” 
31) “Liar. Don’t even try.” 
32) “I know I won’t make it.” 
33) “Tonight is the last one.” 
34) “Pretend for one minute that we’re in love, and then kiss me. One last time.” 
35) “I’m keeping you safe.” 
36) “You’re hurting me.” 
37) “This is killing me.” 
38) “This is safe?” 
39) “Feelings make things complicated.” 
40) “They’re dead.” 
41) “I can’t find them.” 
42) “What did you do with them?” 
43) “You’re shaking.”
44) “I can’t breathe.” 
45) “This isn’t home anymore.” 
46) “I’m running away.” 
47) “I can’t take this.” 
48) “Don’t… don’t leave me.” 
49) “I can’t lose you too.” 
50) “Everyone is hurting me. Can’t you see?” 
51) “I’d burn the world for you.” 
52) “You never cared about me.” 
53) “Promise me this.” 
54) “I can’t stand how you’re fighting this alone.” 
55) “Why didn’t you tell me?” 
56) “Were you going to keep this a secret the whole time?” 
57) “I thought we didn’t keep secrets.” 
58) “I’m feeling a lot less like your spouse, and more of a convenient thing.” 
59) “Look at me, tell me that you love me.” 
60) “There’s only so much I can take.” 
61) “You’re leaving, again.” 
62) “I’m not who you think I am.” 
63) “You can’t fix me.” 
64) “I can’t pretend that things are okay anymore.” 
65)“Leave.”
66) “Don’t come back here again.” 
67) “I’m changing my locks.” 
68) “Give me my things, and then I’m gone.” 
69) “You’ve changed.” 
70) “I don’t like who you’ve become.” 
71) “Stop believing in them.” 
72) “Do you really think that I don’t know?” 
73) “This marriage is pointless.” 
74) “I want a divorce.” 
75) “I hate you.” 
76) “You’re nothing to me.” 
77) “I’m going to sleep on the couch.” 
78) “We need a break.” 
79) “Don’t come looking for me.” 
80) “You need to get yourself together, or there’s no more us.” 
81) “It takes two to make a marriage work, you know.” 
82) “I don’t want to talk to you.” 
83) “Leave me alone.” 
84) “Papers are on the table.” 
85) “Give me your ring.” 
86) “I just want to go home.” 
87) “You’re scaring me.” 
88) “Don’t go to bed angry.” 
89) “Are you hurt?” 
90) “Is that blood?” 
91) “What happened to you?” 
92) “Who hurt you?” 
93) “You’re limping.” 
94) “Sit down. Now.” 
95) “Why aren’t you sleeping anymore?” 
96) “Where do you go during the night?” 
97) “Do you think I don’t feel you slipping out of bed?” 
98) “Show me.” 
99) “I refuse to just sit back and watch you be hurt!” 
100) “You’re killing yourself little by little.” 
101) “Put down the bottle.” 
102) “Don’t light that cigarette.” 
103) “We’re breaking up.” 
104) “You hurt them. Why?” 
105) “They did nothing to you!” 
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lenfantdeverone · 2 months
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TW: discussion of past rape/non con.
Despite not dealing with the details of Scott's past abuse, this story main topic is still rape and trauma. If you're not in the right head space to be reading about that, please take care of yourself first and foremost.
My intention with this work is to explore a reality that I deeply care about. Please keep in mind that english is not my first language! If you notice any grammatical error feel free to correct me, all constructive criticism are well accepted in this house. At the moment, I don't have a beta reader, so if this work turns out to be in any way harmful or offensive, please let me know and it will be promptly taken down.
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“Scott, please.” Virgil sat uncomfortably on the bed next to his older brother, shoulders hunched as he desperately tried to catch a glimpse of Scott’s teary eyes. Ever since he was rescued over two years earlier, Scott never allowed himself to cry. Until that moment, holding Virgil’s hands. “Please, talk to me.”
Scott’s shoulders were tense, his hands shaking uncontrollably as he desperately tried to find comfort and support between Virgil’s careful fingers. His eyes were hurting, filled with burning hot tears which were kept inside for far too long. He had hoped it would get better. He had hoped he would just get over the whole ordeal and go on with his life like a man. He couldn’t take how weak and vulnerable he felt.
“I don’t know…” Scott bit the insides of his mouth. Hard. So hard he tasted blood, and still, that didn’t scare his darkest memory away. “I don’t know why this is happening.” He cried out, chocking a desperate groan as his throat clenched uncontrollably.
Honorably discharged; yet Scott felt so humiliated and unworthy. He felt like had no honor, no dignity, he was too ashamed of himself and there was nothing he could ever do to deserve the respect everyone offered him so carelessly. Scott accused himself of being a fraud, a coward liar who hid behind his shame and took advantage of the people around him. He was dirty, a filthy rug with no self-respect, and yet there he was, clinging onto his innocent brother’s hands so carelessly.
“Breathe.” Virgil’s thumb caressed Scott’s hands ever so gently, breathing heavily to get his older brother to match his rhythm. “It’s ok. It’s just me, you are safe with me, ok? Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Virg, I…” Scott’s lungs were empty, his throat twitching and tensing, not letting any air inside or out. “I’m so sorry…” he whimpered weakly, keeping his eyes shut as he just couldn’t bear his brother’s sympathetic gaze. Scott refused to be pitied, he refused to be seen as the helpless, hurt and innocent victim.
“You don’t need to apologize.” Virgil assured him, his warmth so comforting yet Scott couldn’t allow himself to linger in his little brother’s care. “But please, allow me to know what is going on. Just tell me how are you feeling, I won’t judge you. Ever.” His voice was as warm and gentle as his hands, and for a moment Scott allowed his muscles to relax.
“I had to… I had to do terrible things back there, Virg.” Scott admitted, forcing the words out of his clenching throat. “I’m so ashamed of myself… I’m disgusting.” He could feel his brother’s worried eyes all over his body. His skin was burning, every inch of him was aching horribly, as the painful memories resurfaced from the depths of his core.
“Scott, stop… don’t.” Virgil almost begged, daring to brush his big brother’s hair with his fingers. “You were hurt… And what they did to you was never your fault. Never-“
“Except it was, Virg!” Scott’s desperate cries interrupted his little brother’s careful attempt at soothing his pain. “Not all of it but…” the confession was hard to make, his guts twisting and revolting. “I gave up at some point. I gave them what they wanted, because I’m a filthy rag and I’m so weak!” Scott felt bile rushing up his esophagus.
“Scott… Scott, look at me and don’t be scared. I’m on your side.” Virgil carefully cupped his brother’s face, gentle thumbs drawing circles on Scott’s red, hot cheeks. The eldest reluctantly pried his eyes open, terrified to stare into his little brother’s loving eyes through his tears “Are you… are you telling me you gave up information?” Virgil’s voice was shockingly thin, almost as if he was speaking the most vile and disgusting secret in the world.
“Never.” Scott’s jaw clenched, and he vigorously shook his head. “Virg I… I would never do that.”
“Then… what are you talking about, Scott?” Virgil asked, his pleading eyes staring deeply into through his brother’s tears, trying to grasp the source of his desperation “What did you give them? They tortured you for months, you did nothing wrong.”
“No, no, I did something horrible.” Scott shook his head almost convulsing, hugging himself with trembling hands. He bit his mouth hard, so hard, and he cried out in pain at the memories. He flinched away from Virgil’s touch, almost as if it hurt. “I did it...” he admitted, terrified. “I did it, I allowed it.”
“Scott, help me understand.” Virgil didn’t want to believe what his own mind was suggesting. He knew what the people in that damned place were capable of, he knew that his big brother was abused beyond imagination, but he… he just couldn’t take it.
“I don’t know how to… say it.” Scott looked so little, so vulnerable and frail. With his shivering shoulders hunched forward, his hands trembling as he traced the perimeter of his body, he looked so small. Virgil never saw his big brother like that.
“Scott…” Virgil was surprised and horrified when his brother flinched away just by hearing his voice. “Were you raped?” the word came out of mouth in a whim, he didn’t allow himself to stop and think of any other way of asking. He just needed to know, he needed to know the truth.
Scott gasped, his whole body freezing in place, his muscles as tense as a violin chord. He felt a hand grabbing his jaw, and no matter how hard he tried to convince himself that it wasn’t real, that no one was going to hurt him, it still felt so violating and painful. He couldn’t run away. Despite being safe, at home, that feeling would never disappear. He pried his lips open, desperate to make the pain away as quickly as possible, and he stayed like that until he realized that no one was going to abuse him again. He felt so stupid.
“No.” Scott denied, shaking that feeling off of his mouth, shallowing his fears. “No, I was not.” He shook his head, closing his eyes as he saw a face hovering just a few inches from his. A foreign breath on his shoulders. He had no way of running away. Hands. Please no. He screamed, but no sound came out of his mouth, his throat filled with that feeling that he would never be able to wash away. He couldn’t breathe, he just couldn’t breathe when there were so many of them and they never let him breathe.
“Breathe… breathe…” Virgil’s voice was distant, desperate, and Scott just wanted him to go away and not see him like that. Naked. On his knees. Complainant. Weak.
“I allowed it.” There was no way Scott would ever forgive himself for letting that happen to him. He fought back when they burned him, when they cut him, when they broke his bones, when they drugged him, when they strangled him, but he just let that happen. He gave up when they told him to open up, and he gave himself hoping it would hurt less. “It was not rape, because I allowed it.”
“No, Scott, please-”
“It didn’t even hurt..!” Scott let out a desperate chuckle, wondering how that excruciating pain didn’t reflect on his body at all. The doctors provided him with lengthy medical records of dozens of injuries, yet no one realized that his body was abused beyond that. No one bothered to check. “Rape is supposed to leave scars, doesn’t it?! Not a single inch of my body rebelled!”
“That’s not how it works-“
“And I came back here and I acted if nothing happened!” Scott cried out in desperation, hands buried in his hair, nails scraping his scalp. The pain was unbearable, the worst he had ever experienced. He gave himself and it still hurt him so bad he couldn’t forget a single moment of it. He was a waste, an eternally rotting piece of junk, and he would never allow himself the grace of forgiveness. “I hugged dad, I hugged you guys, I even hugged Alan! I’m filthy! And disgusting! And I’ve been passing this fucking dirt to the people I love…”
“Scott, breathe, please...!”
“I hid it from everyone because I’m too scared to admit that I’m a fucking whore and I don’t deserve to live!”
“SCOTT STOP IT!” Virgil immediately regretted screaming in Scott’s face, but he just couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t… he was crying, desperately trying to bring his brother back, he needed to keep him safe. “Please, please… stop it.” He begged, shaking hands carefully resting on his brother’s knees.
“I’m so sorry, Virgil…” Scott hid his face in his brother’s shoulder, crying desperately against the warm flannel shirt. “I’m so sorry.”
“You can’t think those things, Scott. You can’t… You can’t talk about yourself like that…” Virgil gently rubbed Scott’s back, careful not to startle him, or hurt him. “You’re my big brother… I love you more than anything, we all do, please just listen to me.” Virgil spoke slowly and calmly, almost whispering the words into his brother’s ear. “It wasn’t your fault. It was never your fault. We are so grateful to have you back, no matter what, and we will always love you.”
“I’m so sorry…” Scott lingered in his brother’s gentle arms a little longer, craving the gentle and painless hug of a loving brother.
“There’s no need to apologize.” Virgil sighed, holding him closer. “Thank you for telling me… thank you for trusting me with this, I will not let you down.”
“Please don’t tell dad… Don’t tell the others.” Scott begged, his voice slightly cracking at the mere idea of having to face the disgust and horror in his father’s eyes as he realized what horrible truths his eldest was hiding.
“I won’t… I will never betray your trust, but…” Virgil exhaled. “Scott they need to know. Not from me, but from you… One day. Whenever you’re ready. We’ll get there together, but they need to know.”
“It’s terrifying…” Scott admitted, shaking his head.
“We love you.” Virgil reassured him, gently caressing his brother’s face and drying those painful tears. “We love you so much. Everything will be alright… I’ll be here with you every step of the way.” He promised wholeheartedly, a thin, gentle smile slowly forming on his lips. The realization hurt, but his one and only priority at the moment was his brother. And he just couldn’t help but smile knowing that Scott, his hero, was finally safe at home, where no one could lay hands on him and hurt him ever again.
“Thank you, Virg.” Scott couldn’t smile, not yet, he had no strength left. But Virgil could read it in his eyes, how grateful he was. A weight had just been lifted from his shoulder, and he finally had someone tell him what he so desperately needed to know: it wasn’t his fault and everything was going to be alright. “Thank you so much.”
“Anytime, big bro.” Virgil left a loving kiss on his brother’s forehead. “Anytime…”
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spectralsleuth · 5 months
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Hi! I have a question about LSoW
In the ref thing for Yoshi, it says his eight front teeth are fake, so like... does that just mean they were fucked up and needed replacing, or was he, like, wholly missing his front teeth when he made it topside...?
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At some point in his various refusals and attempts to escape the Nexus, Yoshi went on a hunger strike. (I think I mentioned something about it in the opening chapter or second chapter of LSoW. Though I kept it vague on purpose, because Yoshi didn't want to think about it.)
Some guards (with Big Mama's explicit 'turning the other way and not looking' permission) uh. Well, were pretty rough and knocked his front teeth out to get the tube and feeding equipment in. I mean, who cares when Yoshi is getting fixed back up with mystics every other day anyway, they were pretty rough with him in general. (Especially since he was breaking their bones at every opportunity in retaliation.) And bonus, now Big Mama looks better when she 'scolds' the guards for being rough with her precious champion. She did a lot of things like that; keeping him on drugs both willingly and unwillingly, letting his fights be easier if he behaved, etc. Big Mama was very much not nice in this, and Yoshi was there for over a decade. Once again I am pointing out that most of the longest known prisoners of war aren't even kept for that long.
His front four teeth were knocked out and the surrounding ones damaged, so Big Mama had them replaced with mystic porcelain so he still looked good for the ring and posters. (And herself.) Something similar happened with his arm, where he refused to fight and someone got a really good blow in before Big Mama caught on and pulled him from the match. He had to have it reattached!
So he had teeth there when he escaped! In fact, they're much stronger than his real teeth.
Credit to @tangledinink for the long conversations we have twirling our hair, and talking about how terrible the Battle Nexus probably was for Yoshi. Their latest chapter of TMWN was made for me especially.
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citrineleaf · 1 year
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As a kind gift for my fellow ADHD friends; Player? Neurodivergent. Hotel? Trivago.
@playerappreciationweek
Summary:
During a 'routine' prisoner psychological intake examination on Carmen Sandiego's favourite little hacker, Maelstrom finds something. Something Player isn't too happy to learn.
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Alternatively: Maelstrom takes one look at Player and immediately clocks him as neurodivergent
(Made for Player Week Day 4 "I'm happy here in my dark little cave.")
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harveyb-wabbit92 · 10 months
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[AU where Tregear and Reiya didn’t die, they were just exiled: Takes place a few minutes after an alien Babarue and Icarus just tried to kidnap Reiya and Tregear’s child to sell at an auction, They knew going after either parent was too dangerous (Even with most of their powers sealed away.) So Babarue went after their newborn daughter: Chika.]
Babarue, while being stalked Tregear: What the hell is wrong with this psychopath?!
Alien Icarus: Besides the obvious? I’m pretty sure the fact that you tried to kidnap and sell their child is more than enough to push any good parent to the brink of insanity.
Babarue:...
Icarus:...
Babarue: Shut-up.
[Suddenly the roof of the building they were hiding in was ripped off and to the aliens horror there was Tregear in his giant form looking  down at them maliciously...
Tregear: Found you!~ *Brings his fist down and...*
(cut to reality)
Kirisaki smirks as he calmly cradles his daughter; they watch as the two intruders scream and writhe around on the floor of Reiya’s testing chamber which was filled with a blue sparkly vapor.]
Kirisaki: Looks like we can tell your mommy that toxin she’s making works just splendidly... 
*Chika sucks her thumb and babbles incoherently as Babarue jumps to his feet and runs for them only to faceplant right into the glass, causing Kirisaki to back away hair as they watch the dazed alien groan and slide down to the floor.*
Kirisaki: Though it could do without all the rabid dramatics... Maybe I should’ve strapped them down before locking them in there, hm?
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hungrytummyprompts · 2 years
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A is in a straightjacket and is hungry. They are also muzzled so they can't physically ask for food.
B tortures them by eating right in front of them, all while A's stomach growls loudly and painfully.
A is also unable to rub their poor, empty belly because their hands are tied behind their back.
Whether or not A is rescued is upto you.
Damn y'all are really on a torture fix right now
I like it
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imdefyingmavity · 2 years
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There’s a whump prompt for you. Whumpee and reformed Caretaker are lovers who agree to meet in secret and run away. Caretaker arrives at the spot but Whumpee is captured and held prisoner by Whumper. Caretaker assumes they just changed their mind about being together and leaves on their own. Heartbroken, they turn evil and start to hurt or even kill people Whumpee was close to in a blind rage.
Months later, Caretaker stumbles upon Whumper and finds a broken and beaten Whumpee in their possession. Whumpee is overwhelmed with relief and believes Caretaker came to look for them, admitting how they were coming to meet them before. But Caretaker is riddled with guilt because they never tried to search for Whumpee and instead just assumed the worst, and at some point they’re going to have to explain to Whumpee the things that they’ve done.
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Hi there! Uh can i request for a gn player(in the self aware au, player is already in twisted wonderland) who's really good at making cosmetics? Like really high quality make up and or skin care(since we have a talented tailor what about a cosmetic chemist genius?) And can make a business out of it if they want?(they need money afterall and they're in a whole new world) With vil, lilia and azul? (Separately) Thank you!!😊
Self-aware au
I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!
WARNINGS: Yandere themes, obsession, imprisonment, kidnapping, murder, poison, beheading, death
Azul Ashengrotto/Vil Schoenheit/Lilia Vanrouge-Player who can make high quality cosmetics
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How interesting
Usually Azul would make a deal so that you would produce the stuff for him for the rest of your life so he can sell it
But how could he do that with you?
I mean, you are the Overseer, the figure he had been looking up to his entire life
There is no exploitation, no backstabbing and most of all, no contracts
Or rather, no contracts forcing you to work (that freedom thingy is another subject)
But if you ever want to start a business then he is always there for you (and that freedom contract thingy but we don't talk about that... yet...)
If you ever were to give him skincare or cosmetics for free then he would tear up
You know how important appearances are for him so it's no wonder
What is a wonder though is that octopuses are apparently capable of making cat sounds
Ok, no they aren't but the second Floyd once touched a bottle of your stuff he was literally hissing at the eel
If you ever insist on rubbing the stuff onto his face you will have to deal with a blue screening dorm leader
He is trying to use as little as possible every time he uses the products
Wouldn't want to waste a single bit you know?
But if you ever give someone else also your products... oh dear Hades...
Suddenly he is forcing you into a contract which basically forbids contact with people that aren't him
But at least he will get you whatever you need for more skincare and cosmetic produce
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Vil lives and breathes cosmetics and skincare products
So one day he is just talking to them and, would you look at that, they are giving him high quality stuff
This would already be enough to make the model fall to his knees and thank you
But then you tell him you made these yourself
Please check his pulse. I'm not sure if he is still alive
If you don't understand why he is reacting this way: here is everything a bit more explained
At first, he was thinking that perfection themselves were somewhat thinking of him, probably having put that into their shopping cart when they were out getting groceries
But then you made them yourself! You made something for him! HIM!!!
Can't... did he hear something odd just now?
Rook fell out of the tree he was sitting on, watching you two
He is thanking you without stop
And maybe you want to start a business?
Vil knows how hard it is in the beauty and fashion market and that you have little to no chance without contacts
So let him be yours! He will make sure that you will have very good deals with luxury brands
And that would also mean that you could finally move out of that... house...
But do not gift someone else your products. Apples can be poisonous you know?
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Lilia just fell
Ok, I can see the confusion on your face so let me explain
He was just dangling from a tree, being the bat that he is
And then the Overseer taps on his back
Don't ask me how he didn't notice you earlier
And there we have it, a Fae on the floor
Has he done something wrong? Why are you here? Was his prayer last night not long enough? Should he cut off his head as a way of asking for forgiveness??!
No Lilia, they don't like heads as an apology
But then you help him up and oh, he has fallen even more for you
Please don't give him what you made for him! Why? Well...
You know, Fae curt, right?
And their courting is pretty materialistic, right?
So I'm asking you, what do you think what kind of signals you are sending him if you give him something you made yourself?
Say bye to Ramshackle and hi to a mansion in the middle of the woods
No way he will let you set foot into the outside world ever again
Don't you worry darling! He knows you are rather poor at the moment so he will graciously accept this little gift of yours! In return he will give you his heart. Literally if you wish so...
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lexiklecksi · 4 months
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For the not so nice oc questions: Bound and Failure
Thanks for asking (and sorry it still took me a day to answer)!
bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?
Enya was imprisoned in her hometown because she wasn't allowed to go out in public. The other villagers saw her as a monstrosity, so her abusive adoptive parents hid her away from sight. When she breaks free and escapes into the magical forest Avni, the Mayor sends a bounty hunter after her, who tries to capture her. Luckily, the elafid Talib saves her. That experience left mostly emotional scars, but she also has some physical scars from her adoptive father, who has beaten her while in a drunk state.
failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?
Meara Kailani's greatest failure is that she couldn't seduce seamen with her siren singing voice during her ceremony. After a siren turns mature, she is expected to serve the family by helping to pirate goods from ships. But a siren's singing voice only attracts the gender the siren is sexually attracted to, which in Meara's case are women. A siren who won’t seduce seamen has no value in the Kailani family. Therefore, she was abandoned by her family. Her later girlfriend Enya knows about this. Maybe some day she will make peace with this and move past it.
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crowned-peony · 1 year
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Tw: Obsession, Possession (reader is talked like and a thing not their own person), Imprisonment (mentioned/implied to be done)
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It was a nice cool spring but all he could feel was how his skin crawled and itched at the thought of others looking at you, talking to you, they could take you away at any time. You are his precious treasure. You need him to protect you and take care of you. How dare anyone try and think they would have a chance with you. You were his after all. You picked him. You tell HIM how much you love him. You wake up cuddled next to HIM. No one else should get the luxury to have your divinity grace them. To see your radiant smile every day, have your heavenly voice fill their thoughts, hold you tight, make sure no one can hurt you. You need to be protected and cared for, and who better to do it than him. After all you are so fragile and delicate, like the petals on the most beautiful flower. 
He isn't doing anything that needs his attention  right now and it's about the time you normally  take your afternoon nap, how easily he could just go and quickly change the locks of the doors. He could also change  the alarm code and set it to be always on. Living in a penthouse does have so many advantages. Neighbors are a few stories down plus having the only balcony, no one would be able to hear you or help you. He could bring food every day and even cook for you. No need to go out, and he can't risk you getting hurt while he's not there. You need him to do everything for you. He could keep you all locked up safe and home with him. You need no one but him after all, you did tell him yourself he is your EVERYTHING
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flora-and-mania · 1 year
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Marigold 🌑🦇 (to be awful ♡)
@his-hemlockpetal
Tenko was pacing, frantically tugging on his hair and baring his teeth in a snarl. Knocking out his pretty petal- no, his ungrateful briar, was too easy. A little oleander and grave dirt was perfect for making him weak, sleepy enough to be manageable.
"How could it go this far? I thought you'd stay forever,” he hissed at the dazed man on the ground. He’d tied him up thoroughly and gagged him while he worked, but now he was ready. There was a storage space in the floor of the big shed, big enough to hold a person for however long he wanted… like a coffin. So he’d done what he needed to in order to guarantee His Briar wasn’t going anywhere.
Tenko hauled the smaller man into his arms and casually dumped him in the hole, like an unwanted doll. “Hopefully you’re not too comfortable, I want you to really think about what you’ve done. You really broke my heart Briar Beauty… but that’s okay. You’ll have plenty of time to think about it in here.” The door drops closed with a slam and the click of a lock is deafening.
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namizc · 1 year
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Anonymous asked: will nami ever forgive arlong and maybe see him as a father figure?
Unprompted messages for the mun // ALWAYS ACCEPTING
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☆    ━━ The quick and simple answer is no. However, I feel as though it is necessary to break down their relationship and explore why she will never forgive him. Under a cut, because it got a little long, whoops. NON-MUTUALS, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST, ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE A PERSONAL, NON-RP BLOG!
THIS POST DEALS WITH NAMI'S PAST, SO TRIGGER CONTENT IS AHEAD (I.E., death, imprisonment, religion etc). PLEASE VIEW IT AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. THIS POST HAS BEEN TAGGED WITH APPROPRIATE TRIGGERS, BUT IF I MISSED ONE, DO LET ME KNOW!
When the fishmen invaded Cocoyashi Nami's entire worldview was changed, and in one traumatizing and defining moment, there was no money when it was needed the most. She lost everything in the blink of an eye, and she was chained and bound to Arlong Park — working with the man that took everything from her and was rejected by her village. She forced a smile to pretend as though she was happy to have money, rejected and shunned, forced to be alone as she desperately worked to free her village. She left behind the money she brought to the village, a prop to sell the lie.
Nami was not given time to grieve the loss of Bell-mère nor the loss of her village. She was forced to use her skills whilst also putting herself in danger and harms way to steal, but like a trained bird or dog, she always returned to that room — her prison cell. Nami stopped crying and sealed those emotions away because it was pointless at the time; her tears wouldn't save her or the village. All Arlong cared about was her ability to make him maps and charts. She bore this all alone because she knew it was pointless to wish that help would come; even the marines dared not interfere and so, like always she would handle the situation alone (at least until she finally allowed the straw hats to help as she finally let her walls down but I digress).
Nami built a persona of apathy because it made the situation easier for her to bear, and she felt as though she had to take Arlong down by herself because, in her eyes, it was her fault Bell-mère died. Here, she developed her relationship with money, and it doesn't stem from shallowness. In her eyes, money buys and equals security. With that being said, it also stems from growing up without it because money can buy well-being. She watched Bell-mère go without so that she and Nojiko could eat, and that made Nami feel guilty, but more than that, money could have saved her family. Arlong took away the one person who gave her shelter in front of her eyes because there wasn't enough money for all of them and then ripped her away from the remaining family she had left.
Nami knew that she couldn't tell the island the truth, so she made the decision to make them hate her, to allow herself to be utterly alone because she knew Arlong was too powerful for them to do anything. By pretending she hated her life with the villagers and as though she was happy to be with Arlong, she was protecting them in the only way, she knew how — by sacrificing her own happiness and freedom. Not only that, but Arlong had a marine CONFISCATE all the money she had saved up, which meant she would have to start over in a never-ending cycle of hell. Arlong did not care about Nami but what she could do for him with her skills at making maps and charting. Nami was fully ready to kill Arlong herself, even though she knew she wouldn't last one second in a fight against him.
The tattoo on her shoulder was a constant reminder of how truly helpless she was, how she was at his mercy — a reminder of her own imprisonment (and asking Luffy for his help was the hardest thing for her to do because she was used to facing all of her burdens alone. But again, I digress). Nami acted like an adult the second she was placed under Arlong's roof because there was no time for tears or being a child; the only thing on her made was survival and freeing her village. Nami will not and has EVERY right NOT to forgive Arlong for everything that he did to her and the entirety of Cocoyashi. He (Arlong) destroyed the pictures Nami drew that gave her comfort, the ones of her family, and made it so she would only use that pen to make his maps and charts; the very pen she used had blood on it. Nami spent countless hours drawing map after map warping something she loved into something she had to do for survival.
Under Arlong Nami believed (and witnessed firsthand) that anyone without money dies, so she holds onto money because it was the one thing that could not only keep her alive but the people she loved. He warped her entire worldview, changing the happy and smiling girl into someone who loathed herself for working with him, loathed the marines for doing nothing, and loathed pirates for what they had done to her once peaceful village. Arlong is no father to her and should never be implied as such; his motivations for taking Nami were purely selfish and should not be seen as anything other than that.
Her experiences made it so she does not believe in God, and even if she did, it would only be to curse him for allowing such a thing to happen as the destruction of her family and allowing a man like Arlong to freely exist in the world. In a sense, the only thing she believes in is the concept that money keeps you alive and can buy your well-being, a notion that was fostered by living under the tyrannical reign of Arlong. Even as Nami learns to heal, forgiveness will not be part of that process. Her life was made awful by him, and he DOES NOT deserve any ounce of her forgiveness. He deserves every ounce of her wrath and hatred for the things he did.
To conclude, Nami will never find it in her heart to forgive the man who destroyed her life and her village and shattered the happiness she felt growing up with her adoptive family.
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dxwnxdusk · 2 years
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“...Would you look at this...So much for the 'great sage' am I right?”
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The rattle of chains that echo through the frigid area. He’d never had thought he’d get such a sight. Such negative energy that flourished in the chamber. The “Macaque...” that’s hissed from the other is tainted. Raw. Rugged. Almost breathless as the edges of his lips curl upwards, fangs brushing over his own lips as they show in all their glory. He can feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins. What an absolute treat that he’d found. Sure he was more than aware she more than likely allowed him to find this. Despite the fact he was meant to be able to handle the dead of winter, even he felt a faint chill being in here. He could only imagine how the other was fairing from the way a cold mist lurked around his frame, how lips were parted enough he could see the edges of the other’s top fangs with each shuddering inhale. His lungs quaking in his chest. A faint crackle with each movement. This was a place of holding. Only the most extreme measures could hold this being after all. Even with half gas in the tank this being was still very much a threat to him. While he certainly did not pull this stunt off. It felt oh so wonderful to see the other suffer. His heart might just very well explode from glee. Threatening to tear him apart as he makes his way forward, false golden eyes staring over the other as a whisper-like chuckle escapes him.
“You should see the look on your face.” The unbridled rage, the way the other twitches with residual pain when his claw seizes his jaw and forces the king to gaze at him directly. The way the other’s claws curl so tightly into fists as he struggles against the ivory blue chains that keep him restrained. How the whispers crawl now and again, searching for another point of weakness in the king’s frame. To invade. To indulge themselves. What an absolute symphony.
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“Of course you would send them after such. You knew this would happen. Not quite like this however quite clearly. Oh how the mighty have truly fallen so far from grace~” Poisoned words. Nothing more. He could indulge in this all he wanted but at the end of the day he’d been sent down here for a reason. A very real threat hung over his head, one much more worse than what Wukong could dish out if at all in this state. The whispers chant for a moment. A part of him deep inside writhes. The future screams at him of many scenario’s, the past weeps for the present. Yet the present cheers. A thirst for revenge that his entire being writhes for as he releases his grasp. Slowly checking the stability of the chains while that scarlet gold gaze lingers on him. Something in his heart mourns for a moment. An unspoken apology.
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A few heartbeats pass of silence, the king trying to pull the chains far enough to turn to Dusk and then—unbelievable agony. Fire-like pain lanced along his spine and spread through his system like a quick-acting poison and for a few rigidly tense moments, he felt as though he couldn’t breathe. Vision swimming, head ringing and unable to hear anything except the overzealous yells in his own voice, Dawn believed death would be nicer in his delirious-from-pain state-of-mind.
And then, as quickly as it all came, it ended. Form flopping listlessly to the floor, hands balled up into tight fists, Dawn  inhaled deeply, striving to regulate his pulse rate so he avoided blacking out. Whole body tingling, like suffering from full-body pins and needles, he remained flat-out on the floor, regaining his shattered composure in slithers. It doesn’t come. Claws dig deep into his hair and pull his head back. Lips parting open as the pressure builds again. A choked noise as Scarlet Gold meets Milky White and Pale Violet. The king’s legs kick, pitifully as those eyes gaze down at him. Pitifully pulling at chains. “You took something from me.” Is the words he hears before a haunting scream tears from the king. A choked sob as blood splatters against dark black tiles. A raw noise that invoked too many emotions as the figure beneath the warrior writhes. Claws dragging against the tile before his body goes lax. A scarlet gold eye rolls into the back of his head as dust kicks up with the faint echoing thud.
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The drip of blood. Painfully slow as it trails down his claws as there’s the faint sound of a cloak tearing. The sound of blood hitting tile floors stops for now. Teeth bared as he curses himself for shaking. Even as her magic swiftly crawls across the king and he watches as the cracks in flesh begin glowing, pale white socket staring back at him as the other remains closed. The slow twitch before lips ever slightly open. He’s never felt so disgusted by himself before. He was sick of this. So sick. The past screams at him. The present regrets. The future weeps. He was no warrior anymore. He could hear the strain of a heartbeat on the other side of the world. That beating hope. Frail. It would probably shatter soon. He wipes his claw on the edges of the new cloth, brushing over segments of armor underneath as he slowly gazes away. What feels like hours had only been maybe half an hour at best. Fuck. A claw runs through his fur, a faint tremble. Was this really what he’d become?                                                                The kid was going to need a miracle.
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