#wtf wtf wtf aaaa

[phoenixcatch7]

Oh yeah story idea: percy Jackson reaches his emotional/mental limits) (annabeth gets knocked down during a huge fight and nearly gets killed) and goes absolutely ape. We're talking hurricanes, earthquakes, a zillion exploding water sources, blood bending, poison bending, pounding rain, the works.

And it starts to kill him. Like eating too much ambrosia, his mortal body is burning up, too much power too quickly.

But through sheer force of will and the amount of divine energy he's putting out, he keeps clinging on as his body crumbles to ash, divine power building stronger and stronger and higher and higher.

And he accidentally brute forces his way into godhood.

And what would have been a true power reveal and two deaths, Percy being punished for his strength ala Frank, abruptly becomes a pseudo divine political drama, with percy at risk of any dozen horrific fates the frenzied council are slinging around (minus poseidon, who is also frenzied but unwilling to let his newly immortal son die) whilst dealing with all the ramifications of divinity and the new social strata of the immortal pantheon (and EVERYONE having opinions), all while trying to get back home.

But Annabeth survives because of it, so he can't really complain.

[leftshiftwashere]

OK SO В УЧАСТОК ГО ПОЗВОНИЛИ SKETCHES GO!!!!!!!

I'm dropping an anvil on him he gets crushed to death imagined a scenario where hes just. Shit at english. Featuring 36 except I won't tag anything ez related this time sighh.

anddd the sketches I drew for the credits!!!

[eiffelcookietower]

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[fluffa-mocha-bean]

Happy birthday Sasha~ (¬_¬”)-cԅ(‾⌣‾ԅ) I drew Kirya because he is needed KEWK- @simpingseafood

[narcissarina]

Darkened Desires

Prologue and Chapter 1: The sun || Chapter 2: The moon || Chapter 3: The moon || Chapter 4: The sun || Chapter 5: The sun || Chapter 6: The moon || Chapter 7: The moon || Chapter 8: The sun || Chapter 9: The sun || Chapter 10: The outsider || Chapter 11: The moon || Chapter 12: The sun

Pairings: Mafia!Scaramouche × Barista!Reader

Word count: 2,279

Tw: praise kink, degradation, kidnapping, tourture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, gore, deaths, age-gap, corruption, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, mentions of human trafficking on the near chapters, slowburn.

Warning: This fanfiction may contain kidnapping, torture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, age-gap, corruption, vigilante Scaramouche, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, and more. This fiction will continue grow darker as chapters goes by.

Your mental health matters. This chapter can be triggering and suggestive.

CHAPTER 13

THE SUN

I heard rustling and mumbling of voices, my eyes still heavy but I’m awake.

My head heavy and my mouth duck taped shut, my body was position to be sitting against a pole or something since my hands were tied back. I try to open my crusty ass eyes but I’m blindfolded, nothing but pitch black, hearing two male voices only a few inches away from me.

“Are you sure about this?” the man with a raspy voice asked.

“Don’t worry, they won’t know. She’s what they’re looking for.” The other man with a light pitch voice, not deep nor raspy, he chuckled.

“It wouldn’t hurt to have fun with her, no?”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Wyck.” The man with a raspy voice warned, “you’re no fun, Oro.” The man named Wyck, laugh.

I hiss and groan as I feel every stiff and had to move my legs up to my chest while being tied down, I could feel their gaze at me. Their steps come closer as I feel a presence towering over me, “hello there, sweetheart.” The man named Oro with a nice raspy voice spoke to me, “I’m here advancing my apology on behalf of my idiotic brother.”

“hey!” Wyck yelled, so they’re brothers? I wonder why Oro is apologizing in advance when they both kidnapped me, “I just want to say that I’m not there to kidnap you.” Oro added, as if he read my mind.

“Oh come on!” Wyck groaned, stepping closer to his brother and knelt down beside him, both towering over me. “Can’t we have fun with her? You know…” I could hear Oro ick and stiff when his brother said that, “are you mad? No, we can’t.” Oro hisses, I don’t know what expression that they have. But I could feel a hand glide against the skin of my thigh, making me shudder and kick.

“Feisty.” Wyck voice deepens as he chuckle at my kick, this fucker had a loose screw in the head, “Wyck.” Oro warned, his voice dropping and threatening, “come one! Just one round, it’s not like she’ll be less valuable when her pussy still works and used.”

I clenched my thighs together, my knee up to my chest and my ankle blocking my private part, I can’t see them but I could hear them. I could only rely on my ears for now since they won’t be taking off my blindfold.

My hands getting numb from the rope that’s been tightly tied, I squirm and try repositioning myself to a comfortable position, I hear a sigh from my right—probably Oro, “it should not have come to this.” Oro mumbled to himself but it was loud enough for me to hear.

A hand yank my head up by my scalp, I hiss from the painful grab. I could feel his hot ass breath, “I know many different ways to make a woman scream,” Wyck chuckled and tighten his grip, “either from pleasure… or pain.”

“you are so fucked up in the head.” Oro hisses, “I mean, if you don’t want to get involve, you’re free to walk out of that door.” Wyck laughs and removes his hand from my hair, caressing down from where he pulled my hair as if it ease the pain.

“I won’t leave the room if I made sure you won’t be harassing this woman right here.” Oro refers to me, obviously. What I don’t get is, why is Oro stopping his brother from harassing me?

“You play the good guy too much, brother.”

“I never wanted to get involve in the first place.”

“But you’re here now, you’re in this whether you wanted it or not.” I could hear Wyck’s menacing chuckle.

“No thanks, I rather keep my head from getting beheaded by a powerful group of mafia. You made some big enemies, Wyck.”

I just sat here on the cold ass ground, listening to their argument. My mind flashes back to the Tsaritsa, Ajax and Scara. Getting worried for them rather than my own, how was he? What happened to the Tsaritsa, where was Ajax when we need his aid?

My chest tightens as I get dizzy from all the thinking and how am I going to escape them.

My ears starts to ring, fuck—it’s too loud. Everything is loud.

I didn’t noticed that one of them left, one remain in the room with me. I manage to calm down and move my legs for some relief, I don’t know who’s left in a room with me and I’m terrified if it’s the Wyck guy, he’ll do something. Harass me or worse.

“Hey,” The guy called, his tone soft and collected, “I’m so sorry for all of this.” I didn’t respond, he click his tongue. He starts again, “just so you know, I’m against this but I have no power over my brother. He’s the only one I have, I just… can’t.” he sighs in defeat, I tilt my head to my left and crossed my legs.

“I’ll try to help you get out,” Oro whispers, “but I can’t guarantee your safety when I’m not around.” He added, I nodded—opening my mouth as I speak, “help me get home.”

It’s been a six days, or so what Oro told me. I’ve been untied and there’s only a chain on my ankle. He’s been trying to get whereabouts on how to reach the Tsaritsa and Scara, then information about this place.

I asked him that his brother picked this place and that shouldn’t he know it. Which he thought I was sarcastic, he gave me a look of judgment as he squint his eyes that day that he only sees black void.

“Well my good ass brother didn’t told me anything and most likely that I was asleep at that time when he’s driving the van or some shit.”

Although, inside those past few days. Oro and I been getting along pretty well, we share something in common—no I didn’t fell for him, why would I do that? Scara would take this mans head off if I did. Oro is like a brother I never had, he shared his sob story with me and how things got things were like this with his brother.

He still keeps me updated though, and nothing happened these past days rather than me getting fed and living here rent free (technically Wyck’s selling me to someone). I like Oro's cooking. And I still have the blinds on my eyes.

But something did happened yesterday, I was asleep. Curled up into a ball on a small blanket and another blanket over me—preventing myself to get cold, I heard screams… moans… and something sharpening.

It was a hellish nightmare, I couldn’t sleep—they sounded like a few women and little girls… I was helpless, I couldn’t do anything rather than listen and weep to their plea and cries.

“Stop!”

“I wanna go to my mommy!”

“Ick..! Please, it hurts!”

God please don’t tell me what they’re doing, I don’t want to mention it. It’ll make me sick to my stomach on what Wyck’s doing to those poor women and children. I hope Oro’s doing anything to stop this nightmare.

God.

Please, I can’t stay here much longer.

After a few flashbacks yesterday, I heard someone entering the room, “Oro?” I called, a man chuckled. “Oh, little dime. You’re actually looking for my brother?” it was Wyck, “too bad he has errands to run, you two got along pretty well. Makes me a little jelly.” I rolled my eyes behind my blindfolds, which he wouldn’t even know.

“Little dime,” he called, I could only turn my head where the direction of his voice were—because, duh! I can’t see shit, I’m blindfolded!

“Are you ready to meet your master?” those words sent shivers down my spine, I back away a little and took the blanket to cover myself up. Wyck chuckled, but remain where he stood.

I hear a few unfamiliar voice, assuming that they’re only behind this son of a bitch.

“is that her?”

“She’s a dime, this kid isn’t lying.”

“Our boss would love playing with her.”

I cringe at their words, I feel the chain in my ankle getting light tugs. I hear keys clanging and my ankles was free from that god dang chain—oh fuck, it feels so numb right now.

“Wyck?” I hear Oro called out, my head turns to the direction of the voice, the heel of his shoe is heard until he halt.

“who are these men?”

“Oh,” Wyck chuckle to himself, “these gentlemen were going to take this precious dime away and our eighteen million is secured.”

“are you serious?”

Totally serious, bro just sold me to strangers.

Oro didn’t got a say in it, I could tell that Oro’s pissed that his own brother didn’t gave him a heads-up. I still can’t take my blindfold off of me though, I felt hands touch me then threw me up on their shoulders like a sack of heavy potatoes.

“Wait!” Oro reach out and grabbed firmly to my hand as the strange men tries walking away with me on their shoulders. I could only imagine that Wyck’s twitching at his brothers attempt, “now, now dear brother.” I could hear him grit his teeth together.

“didn’t you told me that the moment she leaves, she leaves? We didn’t touch her or anything, she remains pure for her master.”

I jerk and cringe at those words, but I didn’t say anything—instead I feel something small in my hand when Oro reached out to me. I’ll see it when I’m in the car or when I’m clear to see it.

But definitely not now. Too risky.

“I know,” Oro replied, “it’s just that I’ll be sad that this little miss here and I won’t be bonding anymore.”

I tilt my head, I could feel Oro right beside my face—he whispers to a difference language, a language that I also speak of, “keep the tracker safe with you, I got something. Stay safe.”

Quick words before the tall guys shoved him and walked out the confinement where I’ve been prisoned for seven days.

They took my blindfolds off, finally my eyes could see again. I had a hard time adjusting to the light since I could only see dimly lit from the past couple of days.

I take in my surroundings, two big guys from either side of where I sit. I’m still fucking chained but this time it’s two of my wrists. The tracker in my left hand, clenched shut as the two were busy with the window. I pretend to sneeze and cover my mouth with two of my hands, putting the tracker inside my mouth and putting them aside. I just hope I don’t swallow it.

Few minutes got by and we arrived at their destination, forcing me to get out of the car as I struggle against their hold. But they were too strong and big, they’re two times bigger than me.

They dolled me up, chains still remains on my wrist and what I’m wearing has a deep V-line, exposing my chest and like separating my tits, is this ‘master’ a fan of princess Jasmine?

I can see the colors and the choice of clothes, I felt disgusted and violated when that man touches me. Forces me on my knee and try to give himself a blow with my mouth.

As if I’d let him fuck my mouth, he doesn’t have that privilege.

I could only fight off their hold, make time for myself until they hurt or kill me. Please. They need to come and save me, now.

I want to see the sun and the beautiful garden that the Tsaritsa has, and hear Ajax’s family story and Scara worshipping me body and soul.

“Pretty dime.”

Ew.

“little fox.”

Ew.

“beloved dime.”

Ew.

I have felt mothing more than shame and embarrassment on how desperate of a man this fucker is. I’d let him touch me, but the moment he’ll violate me—I’ll be sure to cut his dick off. Or ask Scara to cut it for me. I may become sick in the head now.

I hear screams outside from these walls, the horror and the gush of violence. I hear a cry for mercy and plea for their life. How I hear their scream as they were slowly tortured. It bothered my sleep as those screams haunt me at night.

It's been days and still no sign, is this it?

Is this the destiny I’m going to get?

What about my café?

My friends?

The future I’m building for myself?

Am I going to waste all of that because I got taken away and became a plaything for them?

Fuck no, I need something.

A sign from God.

Oh, please fuck. I can’t take this any longer.

I hear shouts of backup and shooting behind those walls, I just lie there—helpless and depressed. I let the darkness consume me as I let out a whimper, asking myself that would I die like this?

I hear the tracker beeping from my mouth, I took it out and it flashes red and blue and green. Curious, I play around for a bit then setting it down—it’s not like they’ll noticed it since this is my own room that my ‘master’ gave to me.

My eyes shut, my lids were too heavy to fight off.

My muscles were exhausted and so does my mind.

I could only hear voices, they were unfamiliar but a familiar voice called out to me. But I’m passed out asleep.

“Sunshine?”

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Chapter 14: THE MOON

[probablyaparadox]

Ages Ago I drew fanart of Isodle- and I COULD NOT RESIST when I saw this-

Very Satisfying. You go girlboss. Kick ass, take names and fight with the power of love.

[freezegirl]

i came down with a cold so i'm rolling back to bed. replies are drafted and new verse write ups are to come when i feel better. i might hang around on discord (and/or wire) however while i let my queue run out.

[michi-chelle-draws]

inktober 2024 - day 11

[4gn0l0tt1-dud3]

holt dhit zubin flowrt

yeah this is my pfp

[achillean-knight]

Oh and, nothing related to what I hinted at when it came to the planned AU thing imma work on, but just something small.

Here's a wip of it :'>

[chisungie]

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[habitual-creatures]

OH FUCK YES.

GRGRHEHRGRGRGRGRGRGGRGRGRTG–

HOW THE FUCK DID I NOT KNOW THIS EXISTED UNTIL NOW???

[ratsbanes]

Bro wtf are bsd ages?

You're telling me Dazai is 22, and that Kunikida is the same age? You're telling me that man isn't in his 30s?

Fukuzawa is only in his 40s, and I'm pretty sure is younger than Mori? Either way, wtf?

Q is 13? Are you sure they aren't like 9?

RANPO IS 26? AND SIGMA IS BARELY 20? SWAP THAT, RIGHT NOW

By the end of this, we'll learn something like Nikolai and Fyodor are like 30. Or that they're 20. Either way it's scares me

[faemytho]

I read ur oldest redlico fic once by chance and now i stumbled upon it again and immediatly recognized it oh my gosh argebqbh the way you write them is JUST JUST ARGH CHEFS KISS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH i had to stalk ur page for the past hour or so and you might be reason why ill read a ton of pairings i never touched before just for your writing style .... this is more of an appreciation message i LOVE YOU

AAAA!!?? THANK YOU!!!! IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY WRITING!!!!

[despairforme]

[sp4mja]

FIT IS NERVOUS ABOUT SEEING PAC THE SLOW BURN IS BURNING