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Summary: Jade is drunk. That's it that's the story. Nah, there's some fluff and dancing with gn reader too.
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Mostro Madness
In the midst of bright neon lights, blaring music, and a crescendo of of excited voices, you wondered if your eyes were deceiving you.
They had to be. It was the only explanation. Because the man in front of you right now could not possibly be Jade Leech
Surely, this was Floyd Leech. It couldn't be anyone else, given his current state.
Suit jacket and hat discarded, bowtie undone, shirt unbuttoned all the way down to just above his belly button, his hair an absolute mess and sticking to a face flushed red and stretched with a wide fanged smile.
Alas, Floyd was currently on the dimly lit stage to your left, singing remarkably well into the mic while swinging back and forth with a half empty glass of whiskey in hand
Therefore, unless someone had duplicated Floyd, the eel smiling at you right now was none other than Jade Leech.
Completely and utterly hammered.
"Puffball." Jade was swaying on his feet, his special pet name for you lilted and floaty on his tongue. "You look..." He giggled softly. "You look beautiful tonight."
You briefly wondered if he was pulling your leg, laughing like that, but you decided to humour him anyways.
"Thanks, Jade." You said, sickly sweet. "You look absolutely enchanting yourself, hon."
Jade's eyes widened in surprise and he covered his face with his hands, his golden eye peeking out from between his gloved fingers.
"Oh my." He slurred, giggling again. "My love is kind to me tonight."
You rolled your eyes at his sudden bashfulness. He was going to be quite embarrassed about this tomorrow (unless he decided to be happy about all that transpired) and he had nobody to blame but himself.
A friendly- if you could really call anything involving Jade friendly- drinking competition with Azul and Floyd had gone laughably awry, leaving all three of them a mess.
Azul lay spawled across one of the couches, glasses askew, with eyes as wide as saucers. He mumbled feverently to himself, ignorant of Floyd drunkenly singing on stage and Jade turning into a giggly puddle at your words.
How the twins managed to get Azul to agree to such a competition in the first place was a mystery.
Truly, the Mostro Lounge 10th Anniversary party (staff exclusively) had devolved into chaos, given the utter state of everybody else there too.
"Jade, I think you should sit down." You say, raising an eyebrow at his horribly wobbly legs.
"Hmm... nooo..?" Jade's voice slurred. "I think... I would like to dance."
"Jade, you're in no condition to walk, nevermind dance!"
Jade's smile was lopsided. "But my love, it'd the perfect time to dance. Alcohol on the tongue, a beautiful setting, romantic music in the air~"
You would hardly call Floyd snarling crude lyrics into the microphone romantic, as good as his voice was, but you hardly had the heart to say no to Jade when he looked so excited.
"Darling~" Jade gripped your hands with own. "Dance with me. Please?"
He looked at you with wide bright eyes, crocodile tears threatening to spill down her cheeks.
You sigh.
"Okay. But don't whine when you topple onto your ass and bring me down with you.'
Jade didn't reply, instead opting to let out another airy giggle and pull you to his chest.
Right hand on your back and left hand intertwined with yours, Jade led you into a messy attempt at a dance that had you swinging around with erratic janky movements.
You nearly fell over a number of times from stepping on each other's feet and knocking into people and furniture.
Jade didn't seem to mind. In fact, he looked utterly delighted. His sharp teeth were on full display, mouth stretched in a genuine happy smile as laughter bubbled from his chest.
It was a Jade that was on cloud nine, happy and free of care. He wasn't blackout drunk, oh no, but he was close. Enough to let go of his carefully crafted facade for a short while, surrounded by friends and loved ones.
Suddenly Jade picked you up and spun you in a circle, grinning at your shriek of surprise.
He came to a sudden stop and pulled you close once more, stroking your cheek cheek his thumb.
"I love you so much, my little puffball.' He whispered. "More than any mushroom in the world."
-End
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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little fic! I like the idea of Jade calling his s/o mushroom pet names so you're his Puffball hehe
Tagging: @krenenbaker @jadeleechisagoodboy @jaylleoo14 @hoboyherewego @officialdaydreamer00 @dadofdisappointment and @azulashengrottospiano @honey-milk-depresso for the Azul cameo ;)
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[.IV] Je Te Veux
— MUSETTE OF FALSITIES
— SYNOPSIS ; Ritsu departs, leaving you to continue out of the forest on your own. As soon as you spot a tea party with two familiar faces, you make a break for it. He deceived you. He— And you’re pulled back.
CW ; NSFW, Non-con, mindbreak, you get chained to a wall, possessiveness, drugged sex, strong aphrodisiacs, degradation kink, rough sex, a little bit of manhandling, voyeurism, exhibitionism
WORD COUNT ; 1650
PAIRING ; Mad Hatter!Eichi Tenshouin x Male!Reader
A/N ; And here is the last part to the small series! The little bit at the end is the aftermath, by the way!
FEMALE ALIGNED DNI.
[.I], [.II], [.III]
Ritsu had carried you most of the way through the woods, but eventually he grew tired and dropped you off. He gave you directions for the rest of the way, climbing up a tree before vanishing as he laid on a branch. You're not fully recovered, but you didn’t want to disturb him any further, so you continued on.
Hope rose in your heart as you saw a peak of light far ahead of you, so you stumbled and nearly tripped on a branch on the ground as you ran forward. And before you knew it, you had stumbled upon a tea party. And the people attending the tea party were Tsukasa, Hajime, and a man with short blonde hair in a top hat.
He tricked you. That damn Cheshire cat tricked you! He led you directly to them. That was why he left you on your own!
Like a lamb to the slaughter.
They hadn’t noticed you yet. Maybe you could—
“Oh? And who might you be?”
Shit.
You ran off back into the forest, and as you just got back into the forest, you choked as the collar of your shirt pulled back. The White Rabbit had caught you. He dragged you across the grass, right back to the tea party in session.
“(name)! It’s so good to see you again~” His smile wasn’t the same as before, instead of the innocent, happy-go-lucky smile he’d wear. It was way more menacing. You can tell that he’s upset about you leaving him.
Tsukasa dropped you off in a tall, red velvet chair. “You know him?”
“Yes! I ran into him washing off in the lake and we talked, till he ran away from me..” He cried crocodile tears as he bit into his cookie.
“I ran into him as well, I was running to get to the tea party on time before he ran in front of me and made me late! So, I punished him,” Tsukasa sat back in his own chair and picked his tea cup off the little plate. Hajime’s eyes widened at his words and dropped his cookie back down onto his plate.
“So you were the one who used him before me!” Hajime sighed in disappointment.
You sat back in your chair nervously as they conversed, You had no idea these two knew each other, but then again they were as equally as mad. So, it made sense they only knew each other. You looked up through your eyelids to see the mad hatter peacefully sip at his tea before placing the cup back down onto the plate. He made direct eye contact with you all of a sudden, catching you off guard.
“(Name), correct?”
You nodded hesitantly, fiddling with the hems of your clothing nervously.
Hajime and Tsukasa paused their conversation and looked over at the mad hatter.
“Eichi Tenshouin, it is a pleasure to meet a handsome young man such as you. I have heard plenty about you from my dear friends,” Eichi rose from his seat and waltzed over to you with his arms behind his back. You held your head up to see what he had in store for you.
“You see, these two have a strong desire for you–”
“Eichi!”
“I do not!--”
“--And now I understand.” Eichi grabbed your wrists, lifted you off your seat and pushed you onto the table. His body hovered over yours with your wrists pinned on either side of your head. “(Name), I’ve decided that you’ll be mine. I can’t let anyone else have you.” Possessiveness flashed in his eyes, sending a wave of fear through you. You don’t know who was worse, the White Rabbit, Hajime, the Cheshire cat, or the Mad Hatter. A smile graced his features as your arms grew limp and the muscles in your body relaxed. You had submitted to him.
“Suou, hand me the tea,” Eichi held his hand out as Tsukasa scrambled out of his seat to get what he wanted. He picked up a specific brew of tea, handing it off to the mad hatter. As soon as he had it in his hands, he pulled your mouth open and poured the tea into your mouth.
“Swallow, my sweet angel.”
You swallowed, and it only took a few minutes before your body became overwhelmed with heat. Sweat slowly built up and you could feel blood rush to your dick, making it embarrassingly enough firmed and bulge through your pants. The mad hatter paid no mind, instead, he pulled your clothes off and laid them on the ground, leaving you horny, and bare naked on the table with three people eyeing you.
“There you go, what a good boy..” He whispered huskily, his gloved hand trailed down your body and slipped a finger in your gaping asshole. Eichi’s smile dropped a little as he stared at how absolutely stretched you were. “Hm.. I would have assumed you wouldn’t be too stretched out since only two people have used you. Tell me, has anyone else used you on your way here?”
You nodded shyly, closing your thighs, “The cheshire cat had struck a deal with me to lead me out of the woods..”
“Do you just throw yourself at anyone?” The white rabbit crossed his arms as his foot stomped the ground with jealousy burning through him. Hajime nodded along, nibbling on a cookie as he kept a keen eye on your flushed form.
“You’ll be nothing but a common whore if you’re running wild without a leash,” Eichi grabbed a hold of your painfully erect cock, playing with the tip a bit as he slowly stroked you. “Should I fuck you? Do you think you deserve to have someone like me treat you as nothing but a doll?”
Begging was embarrassing, but with the way you were now drugged and forced to be nothing but a bitch in heat, searching for release, you were forced to beg for more. You bucked your hips into his hand and his hips, begging for his cock to ruin you and dumb you down, to be bred full of his seed. And through your hazy trance, you promised to give yourself only to him, offering your freedom just to get him to ruin you.
And he did. He slid his cock inside of you so easily the wind knocked out of you. You spread your legs so wide to give him more access to your body as he split you open with his large length. He was like no other. He speared you more open than you were before. The ecstasy he brought you threw your mind into a frenzy and your thoughts consumed with the need to be good just for him. You wanted more. It filled you with greed to be stuffed full for as many times as you could be by him.
Tsukasa watched you get railed by the Mad Hatter with his head in his hand. How unfortunate that he couldn’t have you for himself, but who knows? Maybe the Mad Hatter could be kind enough to let Hajime or him use you sometimes. But then again, with the way he’s looking at you, he doubted he’d let that happen soon.
The Mad Hatter was a possessive man indeed.
Hajime palmed his hard-on through his pants, getting off at the sight of you. Though he wished it was him in the Mad hatter’s position, he supposed this was quite fine as well.
You two spent god knows amount of time having sex on the table. Hajime had eventually excused himself once he had enough of his fill, wiggling his fingers at you as he waved goodbye. Not like you couldn’t. You were on the verge of passing out.
Tsukasa had excused himself a few minutes earlier than Hajime. Not for any reason, but mainly to give you two some privacy.
After being fucked so many times in one day and to top it all off, Eichi had fucked you more than once at that table. More than once was enough to get you to pass out from exhaustion.
Eichi slowly pulled his cock out of your abused hole, easily slipping out as copious amounts of cum followed along. Your unconscious body didn’t react at all. He smiled. At least he didn’t have to knock you out.
While you were unconscious, Eichi had gone back inside of his home to grab a pair of handcuffs from who knows where. When he returned to you, he cuffed your wrists and threw your slumped body over his shoulder, carrying you back inside of his house.
He’ll thank the other three for using you. If it weren’t for them, it would have taken him longer to break you.
Metal clinked against each other as you shifted awake. Your brows furrowed, eyelids blinking rapidly as you attempted to take in your surroundings. Your naked body sat on the cold, wood ground and metal clasped your wrist, keeping you chained to a wall. The walls were decorated in a deep maroon color with gold accents littering all over. Next to you is a bed with red velvet sheets, and in the same room as you was the mad hatter.
He turned around, noticing your consciousness.
“Good morning, sweet angel. I see you’ve awakened.”
“Eichi.. Where am I?”
The mad hatter tsked, walking over to you as he patted your head, “Incorrect. You refer to me as Tenshouin, you have not earned the right to refer to me by my first name.”
You let out a soft whine, your volume so low it came out as a whisper every time you spoke. You leaned into his touch, relishing in the warmth of his hand. You wanted nothing more than to be good, and maybe then he’ll reward you for all that you’ve done.
“Yes, Tenshouin.”
And maybe you’ll be the perfect, obedient pet.
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|Ringmaster|• seokjin
Summary • Lured in by the sights and sounds of the most famous circus in town, events take a strange turn once you become part of the show.
Genre • Dark yandere||Explicit||Smut - REPOST
Pairing • Seokjin x reader
TW • Non-con sexual intercourse, kidnapping, manipulation, drugging, bondage, sadistic jin, tickling kink, subtle urophilia, agalmatophilia, perversion, vomit, explicit sexual content, choking, unprotected sex, disassociation, DARK YANDERE, use of needle/drugs, controlling, non-con use of sex toy, non-con touching, non-con roleplay, obsessiveness, physical fight, mentions of trauma and mental health struggles.
Word count • 10.2 k
•This is DARK yandere. Please do not read if these things trigger you. I do not condone or support these acts. My writing is purely fictional and does not truly represent any member.
please don’t copy, steal, plagiarize, re-post, or otherwise use without permission
The air smelled of stale popcorn, the sights and sounds bringing back a nostalgia you vaguely recollect from when you were younger. You can’t think back on the last time you went to such an event, as deluded as it was. Everything was designed to draw you in, trick you, manipulate and deceive you--yet the ambience of the grounds still drew people in. The main event was up ahead and you felt silly getting excited over something you’ve seen countless times through personal experience and television. As juvenile as it was, you couldn’t help but turn back to your friend with an excited smile.
“So they say this ringmaster is hot. He can be my ringmaster any day,” she comments smugly.
“Oh, shut up!” you tease, smacking your coworker on the arm. She made the offer to bring you to the circus after having received free tickets from a raffle she won at work. “We are here to see the ‘freak show’, not make eyes at the ringmaster.”
“Whatever. You know there is no such thing as a ‘freak’ anyway. Most of these people wear makeup and prosthetics to make them look unique. If you ask me, it’s quite offensive.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. It’s just funny how I get so excited just from the lights and the music. Does that make me weird?”
Your friend simply smiles and shoves you lightly into the tent. There were more people present than you expected and finding a seat was proving to be a problem. By some miraculous chance you spot exactly two seats right near the front row.
“Look, there’s some. Let’s hurry.”
Finally sitting, you take a moment to absorb your surroundings. Children and adults alike are eagerly waiting, the brilliant joy on their faces making you feel less like an oddball. It made sense to feel this way. Though not many people enjoyed the circus, something about the whole style of it incited curiosity. Before you could remove your jacket, the lights began to dim and the music faded. The spotlights dangling from the tent began their infamous swirling as the drums announcing the introduction of the ringmaster began their furious beat. With a sharp tug, the curtains on the left side of the ring opened swiftly, revealing a brightly colored podium with nothing but a black top hat neatly set on top of it.
The audience gasps when the main director was nowhere to be seen, joined by the floodlights that chaotically search around revealing nothing but an empty ring. “That wasn’t expected,” mocks your coworker, but you were way too caught up in the search wondering where the man of the hour had disappeared to.
“Stop ruining this. You’re such a party pooper.”
As your skeptical friend chuckles, your eyes return to the darkness surrounding the stage doing your best to adjust from the bright lights that rove around. And then, without a warning, a soft brush over the shell of your ear makes you turn in suspense.
“Shhh,” comes the sound over the mic, the owner of it still unknown. The audience stills and listens, already intoxicated by the entire show. “If you looked a little closer, you’d see I’m...right...over…here,” As he harshly whispers his last word, you jolt in response, totally confused and unsure about what was happening. Within seconds, the voice near you disappears leaving you a quivering mess.
“What the hell was…”
A sudden click of the lights brings darkness over the ring once again and for a few seconds all that could be heard were the whispers of wonder from the crowd. Then suddenly every single light comes back on revealing the entire ring floor and the mysterious master everyone was looking for.
“Come one! Come all to the greatest, most unique, highly coveted and amazing grand circus you’ll ever see. My name is Jin and I’ll be your ringmaster this evening.”
With a bow, he hops off his podium and swings back behind the curtains effectively triggering the next event to follow.
You watched him the entire night wondering how he managed to get so close to you without you even realizing. He was obviously very good at his job, and from the looks of it, your friend wasn’t lying about his attractiveness. The way he carried himself as he introduced each show, light on his feet, broad shoulders and a smile that could swoon the strongest heart, was quite astounding. You were a bit embarrassed to admit it, but you wouldn’t mind him cracking the whip over your…
“Earth to, ____. Did you hear anything I said?”
“Oh, sorry...no.”
“I told you he was hot. I’ll be back, just gonna grab a drink. Want anything?”
“No thank you.”
As soon as she walks off, you continue to focus on the man commanding the stage. He had an amazingly gorgeous purple jacket that shimmered in the light. It was obvious that every bead and stone sewn into it was done with great care. His black high boots compliment his long legs that are covered by black tights leaving nothing to the imagination. You wonder if maybe he was wearing a cup, the size definitely above average, but this certainly wasn’t a sports game.
Somewhere along the line he exchanged the whip in favor of a cane, and once again your mind began to wander into dangerous territory. The show was amazing to say the least and when it was all set and done, you were a little disappointed. Not wanting to end the night just yet, you find yourself staying behind as the crowd begins to leave.
“Hey, you coming? The bus should be here in twenty minutes.”
“No, you go ahead. I’m just gonna sit here for a minute and take it all in.”
“Oh really? You’ve got money for a cab? You’re a big baller now?”
She was being silly you knew, but it wasn’t a lie. You both chose to take the bus since you didn’t want to park downtown where everyone and their mother would be. Not to mention the ridiculous prices for parking in one of the event lots. As for the money, you weren’t exactly making what you were hoping, and still recovering from paying your mother’s medical expenses, you were trying to be as conservative as possible. Tonight, however, you needed a moment for you, and a few extra bucks weren’t going to matter in the long run.
“Very funny. It’s fine. I’ll be fine. You go on. I’m not looking forward to going over my report tonight, so let me have this.” You gesture a plea and she gives in easily.
“Yeah, yeah. Just watch your back. They might just recruit you to be a part of the freak show.”
“Ha, ha...very funny.” You mock her and wave your hand dismissively. She walks off leaving you alone, the sudden silence filling the room making you feel uncomfortable. It took you a few minutes, but you managed to stand up with a sigh. It was time for you to go. Hoping to catch the fried dough stand before it closes, you pick up your pace a little, your exit just a few feet away.
“Leaving so soon?”
A familiar voice stops you, though now it was less amplified without the microphone. You turn hoping to catch him this time, happy that you were quicker than before.
“Yeah. I’m not exactly a part of the show, though, I think I might fit in with the clowns.”
“Cute and witty. I was right.”
His compliment successfully catches your attention. “You were right?”
“Yes. When I saw you earlier tonight I knew you were unique...special.”
If it were any other man talking to you this way you would have turned and walked away, but the glimmer in his eyes and his flirting tone intrigue you. His looks were also quite captivating. Up close like this, you could see his pretty lips and perfect face. He had broader shoulders than what you remember, but the padding in his jacket made him look even wider.
“Ha, thanks. I’m hardly special. I really enjoyed your show tonight. If anything was special, it was that. I’d forgotten how much I love being captured by the wonder of it all.”
“It’s my pleasure. I’ve dedicated much time to perfecting it all. I’m very particular about how things should look and sound. It’s a hobby.”
“Well, I admire it. Anyway, I should get going if I’m going to finish looking over my report. Once again, thank you.”
“Wait.”
You stand still as Jin walks forward and stands before you. He eyes you quietly and then removes his jacket carefully placing it down on one of the seats. “Please don’t go. I rarely get to speak with one of my guests, and you are particularly beautiful if I do say so myself. Pardon my boldness but, would you like to come again tomorrow night? I can guarantee you the perfect seat with no distraction from the audience. Perhaps you could be part of the show?”
Never before had you been seduced by a man with such polite manners, and even less so, a man that was in charge of a circus. It was quite comical, but the look on his face meant he was very serious about his proposal. It was a strange way to ask someone on a date, but you felt flattered nonetheless. It’s not like you’ve been approached by a ringmaster before.
“Oh, wow. You really don’t have to. I mean...what would I even do? I’ve never done anything in front of an audience before.”
“You don’t have to do much of anything. You can sit in my private booth. It has plenty of curtains to conceal you and then when I call you out, you simply walk down the ramp over there and hold my top hat while I perform a magic trick.”
His explanation seemed easy enough and even though you felt nervous, it was a little hard to say no when he was smiling so beautifully at you.
“Yeah, sure--why not. This would certainly be a stress reliever. Okay, yeah. I’ll be here.”
“Great!”
The next night came quicker than you expected and not wanting to seem like a weirdo, you didn't mention to your coworker that you were going to go back to the very place you both mocked the day before. You didn’t want to admit it, but you felt shy, and knowing that the sexiest man you’ve ever seen was waiting for you made it even more difficult to control your breathing.
The crowd was already building, the atmosphere reminding you of the night before, except this time you would be a willing participant. A little bit confused about where exactly you should be going, your worries were quickly put to rest when a circus member came up to you.
“Hello, you must be our guest for tonight. Jin asked me to take you to his personal seating. Please follow me.”
As the member led you toward the location, you realized you hadn’t even told Jin your name the night before. You found it weird of him not to ask, but then again, the circumstances had been kinda weird.
As soon as you arrive you know it. The tent is beautiful, ornately designed with pretty gems and rhinestones--satin ribbons that were colored completely different than what a circus would be. The curtains were thick and behind them you could vaguely hear Jin’s voice booming during the show. Apparently it already began and you start to worry you may have arrived too late.
“Where do I go? What should I do?”
“Just enter here. Jin will do the rest.”
As vague as it sounded, you simply did as you were asked. Opening the curtains, you walk into a small room noticing the lovely chandelier hanging from the center, and the pink roses in vases on almost every surface. It was like a dreamland. Curious, you walk toward the curtain where you hear Jin’s voice the loudest. Though you want to take a longer look around the pretty space that surrounds you, the temptation to carefully pull back the fabric is too great. The first thing you see is the back of Jin’s form. You are drawn in by his voice and the way he commands the show. With a wave of his wrist, the lights go off and gasps are heard all around.
“Come to me, now.”
You know the command is for you, so you quickly make your way to him as best as you can. The only light guiding you were the tiny string lights on the floor. His hand finds you first and pulls you close enough for only you to hear his words.
“Take off your clothes and put this on.”
Your eyes open wide in shock and for a moment you weren’t sure if you’d heard him correctly. “Take off my clothes?”
“Yes, quickly now. The lights will be on shortly.”
Not wanting the entire whole of the audience to see you naked, and knowing that it was already dark so there was no possibility of him seeing you in your underwear, you do as he says. The fabric he hands you feels slightly heavy but soft. It was clearly a cloak of some kind. Wrapping it around your shoulders, you work to tie the ribbon at your neck, but the feel of a pair of hands at your waist is not something you were expecting.
“Wha--”
“Hush. I’m just helping you be quicker. We have five seconds.”
You could feel his fingers buttoning the front with practiced skill, and just as the lights came on, you slid your arms out of the side openings and stood in awe when the audience came back into view. It was a strange feeling standing there, the shadows cast by the floodlights making it hard for you to distinguish their faces. You felt the vomit begin to build in your throat, but Jin’s hand came to settle on your back, soft circular motions helping ease the sensation.
“Ladies and Gentlemen! Boys and Girls! Tonight I have a lovely assistant to help me with my next trick. Please help me welcome…”
He turns then to glance at you and you blank. What in the hell was he getting at? Suddenly it hits you. Your name...he needed your name. “_____, my name is _____.”
“There you have it folks. Let’s give her a round of applause. Now, please pay close attention because I’m about to do what has never been attempted before. I will make this lovely lady disappear before your very eyes.”
You blink suddenly, panicking and unsure of what was taking place. He never told you about this part. He only mentioned a hat trick. What exactly were you supposed to do in front of all these people? You knew about magic tricks and how a lot of optical illusion was used, but you never practiced anything like this before. You swallow back your fears and try to go along with it. He was the greatest showman you’ve seen, so you simply put your trust in the fact that he knew what he was doing. His movements were hypnotizing, the audience’s attention drowning in the lights and sounds all around. You feel dizzy and it becomes hard to focus on anything he says. Your nerves are on edge and then without warning, a blanket of darkness surrounds you. Your feet lose stability, you feel yourself fall down and then land on a soft surface. What sounds like a trap door shuts above you and then there is silence. Without waiting, you remove the cloth sack that had somehow fallen on you and blow the hair out of your face.
Wherever you were, it was scary. There was barely any visual, just a low glow of light emitting from the corner. You crawl forward attempting to situate yourself and figure out where exactly you were, but metal bars are the first thing your fingers meet. It’s almost impossible to stand, so you hunch over walking the perimeter you were in realizing you were not in just any room. You were inside of a cage and it was no bigger than the size of a small bathroom. You can't make out much, so you use your hands as a guide to touch along every surface hoping that maybe there was a door you were supposed to exit from, but when you finally find it, a padlock prevents such a thing.
You didn’t want to jump to any conclusions or even panic because this must be part of the show and you were sure Jin or someone would come any minute to let you out. As you wait seated in the corner with your knees pulled up to your chest, the sounds above ring on and you can’t help getting more and more tired as you sit in the darkness waiting. It was the only thing you could do since you’d already convinced yourself that maybe they needed to end the show before they could come to you--they all had to be busy doing some part of the show, right?
It was way later, how long you weren’t sure, that a noise at the cage jolts you awake. “Hello! Oh thank God. I’ve been waiting for so lon--”
Jin was at the door, his presence looming due to the shadows that cast off his body and face. “Hey, you did so good, ____. Your name is really pretty. Come.”
He gestures with his hand and for some reason you hesitate a little. This had all gotten to be a bit too much and you had a bone to pick with him for leaving you in that cage for so long. When you reach the door, he puts out his hand and you grab it even though your anger was starting to build by the obvious lack of remorse from him.
“Jin, I don’t appreciate what you did. You changed the whole show and didn’t even warn me. And then...you left me alone in this cage for what seemed like hours. I want to go home.”
While you rant and walk ahead of Jin, you come to the realization that you don’t even know where you are going. This lower level is so dark and Jin’s presence behind you isn’t exactly comforting. He hasn’t said much and you start to feel incredibly uncomfortable by this whole situation.
“But you already are home.”
“Wha--”
You didn’t get the chance to spin around and look at him. The next thing you knew you were struggling in his grip, a cloth over your mouth, and then darkness.
With a dry mouth and sore neck, you rouse to consciousness slowly. As your body begins to awaken, you start to move around, unconsciously stretching your limbs, only to come to the realization that you can’t move your hands. “Wha--”
It doesn’t take long for you to realize you are tied down by your hands and feet. Your head is killing you and you feel like your throat is on fire, but none of that matters--you need to get out of wherever you are.
You begin to scream hoping that someone will hear you. Even though it hurts, you scream and scream, your tears suddenly making themselves present. In a moment of exhaustion, you bow your head to rest when the sound of a door opening sets your nerves on edge.
“My, my...what a loud, pretty mouth you have. I was hoping you’d make this easier. I didn’t use the needle this time. Your pretty skin is too precious to puncture, but I can see you’re not very grateful for my mercy.”
For a second you think you’re hallucinating. The words that are coming out of his mouth seem unreal, and if he weren’t standing right in front of you in his physical form, you would indeed believe you were dreaming. “What do you mean needle--w-what are you saying? What is this?”
“Hush, darling. You’re only going to make your headache worse and strain your throat. I rather like your voice. I was hoping to make you a talking doll. You wouldn’t want me to sew your lips together would you?”
That shut you right up. If there was ever a level of crazy in your opinion, Jin had surpassed it. Suddenly it all made sense, the robe, the blanket, the cage...this had all been planned. You instantly regret ever coming to the show and even thinking you could trust him. The man before you was a psychopath and now you were stuck. You can’t believe that he actually kidnapped you in front of an entire crowd and yet no one was the wiser.
“Good. See how good you are? I actually knew it the moment I saw you sitting up front at my show. I had to go see you right away. You did feel me, didn’t you? I was so close. God, you smelled like heaven. You have the perfect skin and hair...and when you smile...your teeth...ugh...I just love when I don’t have to do reconstruction on teeth. It’s always messier than it needs to be. OH! Before I forget, I have a dress for you.”
“What the fuck! Let me go...please...please let me go!” Whatever he was planning, you didn’t want to be a part of it. The more he spoke, the more you felt your skin crawl. You’ve only ever heard of fucked up shit like this in movies and to be honest you preferred to die instead of doing whatever the fuck it was he wanted to do.
“Hey...I asked you to be quiet.” He comes close when he speaks the word, the remaining rush of air coming from his lips blowing over your face. You want to gag, his nearness enough to make you nauseous. You turn your head away not wanting to look at him- but you can’t keep from crying. This whole thing felt like some sort of twisted joke. Biting your lip, you nod in agreement and it was enough for him to move away from you.
“Good girl. You may want to know that I like to dress up my dolls. It’s my favorite hobby. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. I will need to remove your bra and panties and that will cause me to see your...privates. That’s okay, right? I mean, I would never touch you unless you wanted. I always leave it up to my dolls. After all, I need you to be smiley and happy. It’s been a long while since I’ve found another to be mine. My last doll...well...she wasn’t very good to me. After all I did for her--she was so ungrateful. It doesn’t matter now. She’s not around anymore. You have all my attention. So...where should we start?”
He walks forward and you flinch. You couldn’t help it. It was futile to try and hide it knowing that you were already as good as dead. Your chest heaves with the cries you can’t subdue, and there was nothing you could do to stop him since your arms and legs were tied.
“I usually use a knife to start--it helps me get the clothes off faster, but I’ve been a little sloppy at times and ended up ruining my perfect baby’s skin. I’m going to use these scissors instead. You ready?”
As he began to cut away at your clothes, you shut your mind down and pretended none of this was happening, that you weren’t really tied down in some lunatic's basement being stripped of your clothes and dignity. The faster you breathe, the more lightheaded you become. It didn’t take long for you to pass out.
“Aww, what a pity. I would have liked for you to see how pretty your clothes are. Oh well.”
As you lay unconscious, Jin cut away at your clothes. He took his time, eyes roaming over your body as if it were art in a museum. His fingers itch to touch, but he was a gentleman. He swiftly removes your boring clothes and then begins dressing you with the hand made clothes he had pre-made for you. It only took him one look to know exactly what would fit you. The baby pink cloth he chose was perfect against your skin. He knew it would be. There was no need for underwear, not when he could see the peak of your nipples showing through the transparent cloth so perfectly. You really were something to behold. Satisfied with his work, he pulls out his makeup kit and goes to work. This was his favorite part. Everything about you was more than he could ask for. The more he stares at you, and the more makeup he applies, the harder it is for him not to sneak a taste. Tenderly he bends down to kiss your lips and when you sigh he feels his heart constrict.
“So fucking perfect, darling. I’m so sorry, but I couldn’t resist.”
When everything is done, he gets up with a satisfied smile and leaves the room. He knew you’d need to rest before you put on his best show.
Once again you awoke to unfamiliar surroundings and your limbs bound. You were thirstier than you remember and the darkness all around you made you want to sleep more, but you couldn’t. There had to be a way to get out. You begin to struggle against the binds praying that maybe Jin wasn’t so good at tying, but a bright light suddenly pops on beaming right on you. You could barely see anything, the power of the bulb making your headache come back full force. The sound of clapping makes its way to you, and it was obvious it was a recording. What was definitely not a recording was the sound of Jin’s voice over the speakers in the room.
“Gentleman and gentleman!” he giggles. “Tonight we have a special show for you, yes only you because there’s only one of me!” Again he laughs. “Let’s give it up for ____, the prettiest doll you ever did see.”
Again the recorded clapping sounds all around you along with cheers, yet you know there was only one person in the room. Suddenly your arms start to get pulled up, along with your legs. You were being lifted up against your will and though you wanted to fight it, the height you were being taken to seems pretty far from the floor.
From somewhere in the darkness, Jin’s clapping and jeering has you searching. At this point you were beyond exhausted and you weren’t even sure how many hours you’d been trapped. You also felt so unlike yourself. Your body felt heavy and your head was spinning.
“Lovely! Look how pretty you are. Why don’t you give us a turn.”
The ropes holding you rotate your body and then drop your arms a bit forward so that you are bent forward with your hips elevated higher. They begin to tug your limps back and forth making it seem like you are dancing and every tug and pull only makes you feel sicker. Unable to hold back, you vomit all over the floor below you.
“Oh no! OH NO! This won’t do. My darling.”
You feel yourself getting lowered down softly until you’re settled in the pool of your own vomit. The next thing you feel are Jin’s hands lifting you up and carrying you off somewhere. Water droplets fall over your head and you realize you’ve been carried to a shower. It feels amazing and even though Jin removed your clothes, you didn’t care. Even when he begins cleaning your body and shampooing your hair, you just sit on the tiled floor letting him do it. You don’t register how he too was naked and that he was sporting an erection.
He carries you out of the bathroom all wrapped in a towel and sits you on a vanity chair. He brushes your hair and puts lotion over your skin, not once uttering a single word. When he’s all finished, he carries you to his bed and tucks you in. He knew the injection he gave you while you were passed out was too much, but he didn’t want you to wake up while he was still styling you for his show. He should’ve known when it took you much longer than the others to wake up. It was stupid of him to put you through it when you were such a fragile and soft baby. He caresses your face and hair as he lay next to you naked. You were both naked because let’s face it, he was greedy like that. He watches your eyelashes flutter and wonders what in the world you might be dreaming. Hopefully by the morning everything would be better.
Feeling like you’d been hit by a brick wall, you could barely move your arms, the soreness running from your neck down to the tips of your fingers. Your legs hurt as well and your stomach made an unpleasant sound. What the hell was happening? You try to turn but a vice-like grip over your waist keeps you in place. Slowly you turn your head to find that Jin is asleep and is holding you tight. As quietly as you can, you start to remove his hand and slide out of his grip. You make it a few steps before Jin’s voice startles you.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
He spoke sleepily, not even making a move to grab you. It was like he knew you couldn’t go anywhere. That didn’t stop you from trying. Not looking back at him, you scan the room for anything that could help you make an escape. You spot the brush from last night and grab it quickly turning to fight him and then realize how stupid you were being. What could you possibly do with a brush?
This gets Jin’s attention. He sits up, the blanket laying over his hips revealing his upper body and abs. His hair was a shaggy mess and lips swollen from sleep. Were it another time or another Jin, you might say he looked good enough to eat, but this was not a normal man. He was a killer, with weird kinks you didn’t even want to think about. Whatever it was he was doing with you had made him your number one enemy, and there was no way you could see him in any sexual way.
“Come here, darling. What do you plan to do with that brush, hm? Why don’t you come back to bed. You must be so hungry after that wonderful display you put on last night. I must say, the floodlights left little to the imagination with the way your sheer clothes revealed….everything. It’s too bad you got sick. That was my fault. Come to bed, silly. Breakfast should be here any minute.”
His words remind you of the hunger you had suppressed and suddenly your belly starts to rumble. Even though it was tempting, you don’t move. Who knows what else he has up his sleeve.
When Jin senses your hesitance, his annoyance wells up. “I said come here, darling. Don’t make me come get you.”
Your body begins to shake, out of fear or hunger--you’re not sure. When he moves a leg off the bed, you quickly scurry to your side and sit down slowly eyeing him the entire time with the brush in your hand as your defense.
“Good girl. Now, give me the brush. You’ll need your hands for eating.”
“I don’t wan--”
“Brush. Now.”
You hand it hesitantly and then watch as he gets up off the bed and walks to the vanity, placing it down gently. It was so disgusting to see that somehow this little game he was playing was turning him on. He was partially aroused, and remembering your nakedness, you cover up quickly feeling sick to your stomach.
“Darling. I hate to have to do this but, you haven’t proven to me that you’re trustworthy. I already told you about the others and yet you want to test me. I really like you a lot. In fact, probably more than the others. I’ve never laid next to my other girls. You’re the first. That’s why it hurts me to have to tie you up again.”
“NO! Please. I-- I promise you don’t have to. I won’t--I mean..Please...don’t do that I won’t be bad again…”
Opening the drawer in front of him Jin grabs the ropes he used for his extracurricular activities and walks over to you. He hated that his body was making it obvious how much he liked you when he wanted to hold the power over you, but you had control over him--strangely. When he gets to your side of the bed, you are clearly ready to put up a fight and he wasn’t in the mood for it. His hand shoots out to your neck and tightens leaving you in shock.
“Don’t make me hurt you, ____. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. And after last night, with you getting sick from the injection, I wouldn’t want to force you another way. Remember, I’m a gentleman. Now be a good darling and give me your hands. If you’re worried about eating. I’ll feed you.”
You feel his thumb squeeze tighter and though your own hands grip against his in an attempt to escape, he is much stronger. Feeling yourself grow weak, you let your hands fall and give in to his will. Placing them in front of you, Jin quickly ties you up and locks you in place.
“There. You always look so lovely with ropes. This is why I consider you my prettiest doll. I’ve never seen anyone look as good as you do in the clothes I’ve made. It’s like you were made for them. With the ropes on and the makeup...the outfit...gahh…”
His hand slams against the headboard beside your head and he squeezes his thighs together, his free hand pressing down against the erection that’s been annoying him for hours. “Fuck! Do you see what you do to me? You’re my perfect doll. Can’t you see that? You were made for me. I can’t wait to put you in the next outfit I have for you. It comes with ribbons for your pigtails and---”
A knock at the door stops his discourse. He grabs a nearby robe and answers the door. When the food enters the room you almost want to cry. The smell is amazing and for a moment you forget everything else.
“Hungry, darling?”
This time you don’t hold back, nodding desperately wanting him to bring you the food immediately. You’re not sure how many days have gone by with the lack of windows and clocks in this prison you were in. You've been in and out of consciousness so many times, and honestly, your hunger was starting to be the most important thing right now.
“I didn’t know what you would like so I took the liberty of ordering everything. I have a wonderful staff here. They’re paid for their work and their silence. It’s quite amazing actually. I can focus on my career and my hobbies. So, how about some fruit?”
Whatever Jin was saying was not registering. Your eyes were focused on the food and nothing else. When Jin brought up a piece of fruit to your mouth, you took it eagerly, not caring if the juice dripped over your chin. He continued to feed you more and more, occasionally slipping a finger into your mouth hoping your tongue would lick over it. The more he fed you, the harder he got, the robe now rubbing over the tip of his length as he fidgeted in his seat.
“There, what a good darling you are. Feeling better?”
“Water please.”
Jin did not linger, quickly grabbing the glass of water and bringing it to your lips. When you begin to chug he tries to keep up with your demand, but his hand slips and he wets your entire neck and chest. “Shit, I’m sorry, doll. Let me.”
He removes the wet blanket that shields you and you jerk forward not wanting for him to see you, but it was too late. You were nude once again, and this time, Jin makes no attempt to hide the lust in his eyes.
“I don’t think I can wait any longer. I have your new outfit here...in this closet. I won’t put you in my stage room for this because I want this to be...for me...between us--intimate.”
You couldn’t help but to cry again, the sick and twisted games he was playing too much for you to handle. “No...please don’t make me do that. Jin, please let me go. I’ve done everything you’ve asked. I won’t tell anyone I promise. I’ll do anything...I--”
His hand over your mouth silences you. “___. You really like to run your mouth too much and...it’s driving me crazy. Your begging is so pretty, but please shut up. I know what’ll change your mind. Wait here.”
He seems way too happy when he runs to search in the drawer. You start tugging harshly against the ropes not caring that it was pulling against your skin and making it bleed. You’re so focused on it that when Jin comes up and tugs your legs down, you yelp in shock.
“DARLING! Stop or else it’s going to hurt.”
When you look down you see him holding a small object unfamiliar to you. He puts it into his mouth and pulls it out with a smile, satisfied with how his spit coats the surface. Another item calls your attention--lube? While he holds your legs down with one arm and half his body, his other hand works to lube the object and then he spreads your legs. You begin to fidget unsure of what he intends to do.
“LISTEN TO ME!”
His booming voice makes you stop instantly, the viciousness behind it making it clear you should give him your full attention.
“Okay good. Keep your legs still...you don't want that again do you?” He gestures to the needle on the dresser and you freeze.
“I see we speak the same language. Now, because I would never touch a lady without her permission, I’m going to need you to do something for me. Push this inside of you.”
Your mouth drops open the moment you realize what he is asking you to do. He is holding some sort of toy and for whatever sick reason he wants you to put it inside of yourself. Not wanting him to drug you again and even less for him to do it himself, you grab it and slide it in, your tears trailing over your cheeks the entire time.
Jin sits back and watches you, amazed at how much more compliant you’ve become. He was glad because he really did favor you above the others. As soon as it disappears inside of you, he grabs his phone and turns the dial to the lowest setting. Immediately you buck up and he smirks. “Good. Now let’s get you dressed.”
His outfit for you is sweet and simple. It wasn’t a typical doll outfit since it was more lace than cotton. He manages to include ribbons tied at your elbow and knees. The material is so revealing it looks like it belongs in a stripclub. There is an opening at your cunt allowing access to anyone wanting it--mainly him. He manages to tie your hair into pigtails and paint marionette markings on all your joints. The entire process takes him a few hours. While he works on you he plays with the controls on his phone increasing the vibrations inside of you slowly. As much as you try to hold back, a few orgasms rack your body.
When he finishes getting you ready, he stands back admiring his work. Out of all his previous babies, you were the most gorgeous. “You’re perfect, ___. This outfit was made for you. I am confident you’re going to put on an amazing show. This time we will be in here so there is no need to feel nervous. My eyes will be on you and nowhere else. Let’s set you up.”
He somehow managed to tie you to the high posts on the frame of his bed effectively getting you to stand. Everything happened so fast and with the distraction of the looming needle sitting on the dresser and the vibrating toy inside of you, Jin was able to get you to do exactly as he wished. You were splayed out, arms and legs open like a starfish, looking like a lamb ready for the slaughter. His low chuckle made you nauseous, but after your previous display, you didn’t want his hands on you anymore. The way he stood off in the corner of the room sitting back on his velvet chaise brewed a hatred within you that you never experienced before. If this fucker wanted a show, that’s exactly what you would do, but…
Another vibration forces your body to shudder. You can’t close your legs to stave off the stimulation nor can you pull it out. You can see part of your reflection to the right of you in the mirror on the dresser and it’s beyond degrading. The tiny pink string hanging out of you nauseates you, the foreign and unwelcome object making your head spin. If only you could pull it out and focus on that damned needle.
“Look at you. It’s cute--the way you act like you don’t want this. Your body tells me differently, baby. Look at your pretty nipples…so hard and sensitive. Does it hurt you when the lace rubs over them? You want to cum again, don’t you?”
When he goes to turn up the vibrator once again, you scream out. You can’t help it, the overstimulation is too much to bear and if he continues on like this you might pass out from exhaustion. “NO! NO...please no more. I c-can do--I can do it without the toy. P-please take it out. Let me s-show you.”
Your request captures Jin’s interest. Could it be that you were going to do a show for him all on your own? All his other disobedient girls needed motivation and never offered such a gift. He was tempted.
“Is that so? I kind of like you like this all whimpery and messy. Your thighs are so shiny from all the arousal you’re leaking, baby. Don’t you like how good I am to you?”
“I doo, I dooo, b-but...I can be better. I can be a good girl. Let me try. Please.” You hope he takes the bait because frankly, you had no other option. This was going to be the only opportunity as far as you could tell. There was no guarantee he’d let you be with him alone like this again, nor that he’d have a needle full of god knows what to knock you out. You wait and watch the decision playing over his features until another buzz shocks you into another orgasm.
Jin snickers as he watches your body convulse and then fall forward. The only thing sustaining you are the ropes he tied like a professional. It’s pretty amazing how good he’s gotten. The first few girls had successfully gotten free, but they never made it past the main hall. Pathetic little bitches. You, however, were tied up like a perfect little treat, unable to escape and drooling from the amount of orgasms he’s gifted your body. For a moment he enjoys the show, until a drop of blood lands on his sheets.
“Princess!” His voice shocks him, the worry laced within it unlike anything he’s ever felt before. He hops up and over to you, checking every inch of your body. When he finally reaches your face, he sees you’ve bitten your bottom lip hard--probably to keep from screaming out your pleasure. You were such a spirited and stubborn little thing.
“Okay, fine. I never do this, so consider yourself lucky. I’ll let you show me what you can. You need to hydrate first.”
Jin unties you and sets you on the bed where you sit in agony. The temptation to pull out the toy is still there, but now that you were free, you didn’t want to push your luck. He comes back with water and lets you drink. You’re thirstier than you realize, and almost want to sigh in pleasure at the feeling of flowing down your throat.
“There’s a good girl. So, tell me, did you still want this toy inside or not?”’
You almost spit out the water with how fast you answer him, “NO!”
“Have it your way,” Jin chuckles.
You hope he’s giving you the chance to remove it, but you should have known better. Kneeling before you, he opens your legs, letting his fingers slide softly up your thighs. When he reaches your center, he spreads your lips open and wraps the cord over his middle finger and pulls slowly.
The action causes your legs to shake, but you suppress it by pressing down on your knees with your palms. Jins stares up at you taking his sweet time removing the distressing device.
“There.” The popping sound it makes as he pulls it out is embarrassing, and as soon as he’s clear of your legs, you snap them closed and exhale.
Jin stands back and admires your flushed skin, the sweat on your brow, and the wetness coating the vibrator purchased especially for you. It was a pity you didn’t want to play with it anymore. He had so many wonderful plans for it, but at the moment he was more intrigued by whatever show you promised him. He stands back and leans against the dresser, the very same holding the syringe you so desperately want to reach.
Not wasting anymore time, and battling against complete and utter exhaustion, you stand to your feet and put on your best face. Using the frilly attire to your advantage, you run your hand up your thighs, over your belly and over your breasts. You sway your hips side to side slowly, a seductive dance you hope will ensnare him. His eyes are glued to you already, the attention making you feel strangely powerful. Sliding your hands back behind your neck, you feather your hair over your arms and bring one back over your face and onto your lips. Making sure to lock eyes with him, you notice his flicker to your lips where your fingers are currently playing with your tongue, fingertips running gently over it and slowly entering your mouth.
“Enough!” Jin growls, his patience having run its course.
It looks like he’s about to move away from the very place you need him to be and before you can walk over to pin him, he storms towards you. A hand comes to your throat and the force of it forces your feet backward. The edge of the bed meets your calves and now completely out of control, Jin takes over and lifts you onto the bed. There is nothing you can do, not when his hands are rushing to remove every inch of your clothing. He rips at the frilly material as if it were paper and pins your hands above your head with one of his own. He doesn’t bother to take off his robe, his cock already peeking through the opening on the front.
At this point you’re beyond exhausted, the idea of even escaping slowly slipping away. He drags one of his hands up your body, fingernails slowly trailing over your skin and belly. He moves them around lightly, the pads brushing over your flesh in featherlight strokes creating a tickling sensation you can barely endure. You want to cry out, beg him to stop, but your voice is completely gone. You almost start giggling, the soft strokes over your skin assaulting your most sensitive parts. You squeeze your thighs together, the tickling beginning to stir your bladder.
“You think you can go on teasing me like this, princess? I think I’ve been patient enough, don’t you think? How dare you be so fucking sexy? None of my other girls were as perfect as you. I’m sorry for what I’m about to do, but I can’t wait any longer. You do want me, right?”
You close your eyes already knowing what’s coming. His warm breath over your face steals your breath away and you just lay there defeated. You’d fought him all day and there was no fight left in you. He takes your lack of response as permission, and the moment he enters you, he almost cries out in euphoria.
There is no doubt about his size. He’s big and thick. He doesn’t push in aggressively, but takes his time, almost like he wants to enjoy every single second. He kisses over your neck and chin as if the tenderness would make this situation any better. The truth was, you didn’t want him and you didn’t want this. At first you were attracted to him, but now knowing what a crazy animal he is, you have no desire to be near him whatsoever.
With his own hands, he adjusts your body and hips, securing your legs over his waist in order to press himself deeper. Slowly he rolls his hips and settles himself to the hilt. The feeling overwhelms him, the sensation of finally filling you making him dizzy. He doesn’t take advantage of you, no, that wasn’t his style. You obviously wanted him, otherwise why would you have cum so many times, why would you be soaked and dripping just for him right now? You showed him as much when you did your dirty little dance for him. He had to let you know that your little display was unacceptable and that none of his dolls were allowed to be filthy sluts. This was just his way of teaching you that no one else was allowed to enjoy or even delight in the temptation that is you. You’d learn really quickly what it meant to be his, or else.
Though you try to fight the feeling of pleasure slowly rising, it’s next to near impossible. Your body is already extremely sensitive and he knows this, using your momentarily vulnerability to his advantage. He knows exactly what he’s doing. His fingers tug at your nipples, teeth nip over your skin, and fingers stroke over your clit perfectly. Surprisingly he’s more gentle than you expect. Your traitorous body begins to accept the touch, your skin already prickling and orgasm on the verge of assaulting you.
“That’s it my pretty darling. I always knew you’d give yourself to me like this. Are you going to cum all over my dick--make me the happiest man on this earth? I’ve been waiting for so long. Show me how sorry you are for being such a dirty whore.”
His words press upon your neck leaving a permanent mark on you, solidifying his possession. You want to say no--scream at him to get off of you and die, but his fingers work faster, and before you know it, you’re screaming out your orgasm instead. It’s incredibly potent, the last few hours of edging and teasing only serving to shatter you entirely. Before you can come back down to earth, his thrusts become sloppy and desperate, and within seconds, he emptying himself completely, and dropping down to the side of you heaving and huffing.
“Fuck!” He doesn’t remember the last time he came so hard, and the other girls most certainly never got him so worked up. You were more than he ever dreamed he’d have. There was no way he would let you go.
It only takes you a moment to catch your breath before the realization of time slowing down hits you. If not now, then when? While Jin lays back catching his breath, you jolt up off the bed running to the dresser. As soon as the needle is in your hand, you turn to attack and find that he’s already made it halfway off the mattress--one leg on the bed and the other on the floor.
“___, my love. What do you think you’re doing?”
The sound of his voice is like nails on a chalkboard and the fear coursing through you makes you feel slightly weak. You fight the desire to fall to the ground in a pathetic heap, now focused on the adrenaline driving you.
“Fuck you! I won’t be your little puppet anymore you sick fuck!”
You pace carefully, keeping your back close to the exit hoping the door isn’t locked. Jin continues moving off the bed, careful not to make any sudden movements. Your body is on high alert, anything he does or says your complete focus.
“Don’t you fucking move! Don’t you dare. I’m leaving. Let me the fuck out!”
For some reason Jin knows you mean every word, and not wanting you to hurt yourself, he complies, pressing the button by his bedside table. You hear the bolts unlock, the sound music to your ears. You begin to cry knowing the possibility of escape is so close. Your chest rocks with the heaves you can barely contain. You walk backwards, careful not to trip. When your hand comes in contact with the doorknob, you twist it open, needle still in hand and pointed at Jin.
Temporarily distracted with your freedom, you miss it when Jin runs forward to grab you. You scream and fall to the ground with him. Clawing at whatever you can, you press your fingers into his eyes, skin, and face. You don’t know where the needle has gone, the entire scuffle causing it to fall from your hand. Although Jin is strong, at the moment your will to live is stronger. You can feel him struggling to control you and when he tries to pin you down, you almost break down at the possibility of defeat, but the flash of the drug you need to knock this demon down catches your eyes. You reach out successfully grabbing it. It only takes a moment, but you manage to free a bit of your arms and jab the needle right into his neck. Pressing the plunger down, you inject him full of the drug he used on you not days ago. You hope it’ll have the same effect on him as it did you--leave him sick and so out of it he can’t even move.
Jin feels the moment it penetrates his skin and reaches for it with weak hands. Pulling it out, he works to focus his eyes, the surprise written all over his face. “How could you?”
He freezes and then drops right on top of your body heavily. The weight is too much, but with the little strength you have left, you push him off of you, exhaling feebly. There is no doubt of how much you wish to remain on the floor resting, the entire day’s events rendering you a pathetic excuse of a woman, but there is no time for it. Attempting to right yourself, you stand to your feet, eyes never leaving the lifeless body on the floor. You don��t think he’s dead, or at least you don't know, but there was no time to dwell on any of that. You make it to the door you managed to open earlier and walk out into a dimly lit hall. There is no way of knowing what time it is, but based on the food you got earlier, you would say it had to be mid afternoon.
As quiet as a mouse you tiptoe down the long path and end up at a bend that leads you to a large room. The windows seem to be darkened by thick curtains so it makes it hard for you to see where you are going. It’s not like you remember seeing any of this when the entire time you’ve been his captive he had you drugged. Grabbing a throw you see laying over the couch, you wrap it over your body as best as you can. Using your instincts, you walk toward an area you hope might have an exit, and with luck on your side you find an elevator. You call for it, fear curdling in your belly. If someone were to find you now you’d be unable to fight them off. The ding of it’s arrival stops your heart, and when the doors open, you release the breath you were holding, happy that it’s empty.
You choose the first floor and end up coming upon a large kitchen. The silence is eerie and it feels as if someone will pop out on you at any moment. Walking a little further you find a large door and what appears to be your salvation. You unlock the door and turn the knob not expecting the loud sound of a blaring alarm. You don’t wait to see who will show up now that your absence was announced.
You run out into the light of the day, the brightness from the sun above blinding you. None of this stops you, however. You walk into the yard realizing that this part of the house looked completely normal, almost like it was just a normal home in a suburban community. Your body gives you one last boost enabling you to run and unlock the wooden fence at the end of the opening. Just as you walk out you hear someone calling your name, but it was too late. You don’t bother turning back, certain that one of Jin’s staff probably realized you escaped. With freedom literally within your grasp, you manage to walk a few steps before hearing several gasps and then children before falling to the ground with a hard thud.
Sitting at your desk, you watch the cursor mindlessly, your thoughts straying to a memory you’ve been working hard to forget. In a few hours you’d be meeting with your therapist, someone who’s been able to get you through the past four years of life. You can’t help but feel small, especially on a day like today--the anniversary of when it all went down.
“____, you okay?”
You turn to your left to find your friend Taehyung who somehow managed to creep his way into your heart. His sweet demeanor and soft exterior made you think of him as a teddy bear, and that is exactly what he was when he knew you needed a hug.
“Yea. I’m good.” You smile at him to assure him, but the truth is, he had no idea. None of your co-workers did. After everything that happened, it took you a year to even begin a new life. You were so afraid to socialize, and meeting new people had your red flags waving every single time. With time, you slowly learned to let some people in and enter society once again.
The day you escaped, you barely made it a few steps out of Jin’s backyard before collapsing in front of a family who was having a barbecue outside of their garage. They immediately called the police and within hours Jin had been arrested and all of his properties and assets seized. As you lay in the hospital recovering, the district attorney took down the entire circus and interrogated every single person employed by Jin. Most of the workers were clueless, while a handful knew exactly what had been taking place for the last seven years in his godforsaken circus. You were not the first victim, but you had been the last. Although the authorities made it clear to you that your nightmare would be locked up for good, there was always that paranoia deep within--the one that made you look over your shoulder more than normal people, and lock every single door at night. You never opened your windows and you most certainly never went out alone.
“Okay good. Jimin and I were wondering if you wanted to go out with us tonight. He got some tickets to a show.”
It was cute how they always invited you knowing you were a loner, but it always felt like you were always the third wheel. “No, it’s okay. You take your lover to the show without me. I’ll be in the way.”
“Stop that, silly. You’re never in the way. Besides, Jimin got all these free tickets to the traveling circus and we have to get rid of them. Do you know anyone else that might want to come?”
You freeze, chest now constricted and heartbeat racing. It couldn’t be, Jin was put away, his circus was shut down...there was no way he was back…
“What did you s-say…”
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I just realized something. So you know how in sleeping beauty the 3 good fairies gave aurora 3 gifts. Flora gave beauty, Fauna gave song and Merriweather gave sleep. Malleus seems tied to the 3 gifts by fixing the stadium in chapter 5 (SONG) and he restored Vil's youth in chapter 6 (BEAUTY) and so I have the sinking suspicion that in chapter 7 he's going to give someone the "gift" of sleep. Thoughts?
Hello, honey!(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
Ha ha.Welcome to the Big Brains Club!
OOOOOOOH. My dear, I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS!
And all this is just my guess.
To be precise, Merriweather was supposed to give "happiness", but due to Maleficent's intervention, she had to change the "curse of the great witch".
Technically, she could not "remove" him, but only changed the conditions to avoid the formal death of the princess.
What is very interesting, it turns out that someone's spell used for the curse can be changed by a third-party magician?Or magic contains a formula that, with proper strength and experience, can be changed.This is very intriguing!
I hold on to the statement that magic is similar to complex formulas that magicians need to either visualize or clearly represent it when using magic.
Remember the same sigils. (Yes, I have read Atelier of Witch Hat many times)
If the formula is made incorrect, the spell will not work as originally planned.
WHICH IS POSSIBLE….will it give a chance that someone will be able to rewrite Malleus' spell if he uses his power to the fullest?But this probability is small.
A curse, as well as a blessing, as far as I can understand correctly, require the observance of certain conditions.
And if these conditions change, the ultimate goal is likely to be changed.
In the introductory lines of Malleus at the announcement of the game, there is the phrase "I'll show you a true happy ending"
Please forgive me if I may not be accurate in phrases, due to differences in languages.
(Because translating from Japanese to English and then also into Russian will definitely play a role that can change the meaning of words.)
Add to this that I use a translator.
There are a huge number of analyses, theories and guesses who will be cursed.
Because looking at this huge sh*t…Forgive this huge spinning wheel that Malleus carries with him as a staff.
(Boy, if it's made of wood, it's already heavy enough!If you add all these mettalic parts to it, then you won't even need magic to kill someone with this thing!)
We can safely say that this action will definitely be in the history of Chapter 7. Namely, a scene with a finger prick and the imposition of a very powerful curse.
I don't know if anyone knows A. Chekhov's phrase "If there is a gun hanging on the wall in the first act of the play, it will definitely shoot in the last one"
This principle is also called "Chekhov's gun"
The principle of dramaturgy, according to which every element of the narrative should be necessary, and non-essential elements should be removed; there should be no elements in the story that deceive the expectations of the audience by never playing a role in further events
So what do we see? We are literally given information about the hostel of the Diasomnia bit by bit.
Even the feeling creeps in at times as if we are hiding this information on purpose. As if they want to present something big.
And definitely tragic and with the presentation of a serious topic. Because we are nearing the Final!This story.
Who will be cursed and how it will be served so far we can guess. But!There are certain "targets" for this development.
Silver will also have to play a very important role. Because as some players might have noticed, he and have Yuu /The prefect has parallels.
It is possible that Silver has something similar to Yuu in terms of the fact that their power is associated with dreams.
Yuu - sees what will happen next in dreams. Over time, their dream studies give a clearer picture of the future event. Someone is talking about the theory of the time loop, but I tend to think that Yuu has the gift of foresight like Merlin.
Silver, for example, can walk in other people's dreams?We were never told what he "sees" in a dream.
There is a theory that Mickey saw Silver in Yuu's absence. Which might be a good explanation.
With sleep, there are also many parallels or meanings as lethargic or many others.
If you think about Silver, there's even less information than I can remember right now….
Don't forget that Idia and Ortho will be involved in this chapter!
Which intrigues even more!
This pair is very strong magicians. And it is quite possible that Idia will be a local psychotherapist with a lecture on how to accept that everyone's time is not infinite and the life cycle ends sooner or later.
And no matter how hard the loss is, no matter how you resist it, it's impossible to change even with such powerful magic.
So that Malleus could "grow up" in this regard. That despite all the strength and power, even he has something beyond his control.
It is quite possible that something may happen to Yuu and Malleus will have to use this trick with a dream and a curse.
(Can I remember for a moment that Malleus was one of those characters who did not use magic on a student without magic and generally treated them quite kindly?Thank you.)
One more moment!
If you remember, the three fairies had certain color palettes. Which lead me to think about the composition that CAN be used in the plot.
Flora is Red.
Fauna is Green.
Merriweather - blue (light blue?)
And now remember the main characters. Their stones, or elements of clothing or the whole palette as a character.
Red is our Duo Adeuce.
Green - Diasmonia.
And blue are the Shroud Brothers.
I'm sorry, I can talk about this endlessly. But these are just my guesses, so we are just waiting for the announcement of the chapter.
I think it will happen in December.
Because as far as I understand, the Twst EN server is very keen to catch up with the Japanese.
It would be very logical for one of the final chapters to be released on both servers. Or in the English version a little later to keep up with the main plot.
By the way, I said "one of the final ones" for a reason.
Because as far as we all know well, there are not 7 dormitories
….there are 8 of them.
All dormitories have their own history, which means that the last chapter will not be Chapter 7. And the eighth…
By the way, if you flip the figure eight, you will get an infinity sign.
Oh, how much symbolism can be taken from this!
In addition, Maleus may well not be the "main villain" of the whole story.
You see, it may be so…that someone is pulling the strings from afar. From a safe place, seeing the whole picture in your palms clearly and clearly. Waiting for the fruits of the seeds planted by him to ripen.
And yes….you understand correctly.
I'm talking about Director Crowley.
He is a Phantom Blot. We saw his initials on the merch being sold. And this is definitely not just an important detail.
Well, we can only wait for what awaits us next~
(AND TOBOSO HERSELF SAID THAT MALLEUS IS HER FAVORITE.)
Thank you more for the question and for giving me your time!
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The Crows at a birthday party 🎂
because its my birthday so let me pretend im the “birthday kid” and the crows came to my birthday party yes ik im stuck in my fantasies shush
Kaz:
“I have better things to do” omg kaz brekker came
He’s just standing there like 🧍♂️ and someone even thought he went to the wrong party “sir- excuse me but i think the goth party is down the street.” and he just glares.
I mean if it were a dark emo themed birthday party filled with edgy teens he’d fit right in because he just stands in the corner and watches. BUT IT’S A COLOURFUL FUN HAPPY THEMED FILLED WITH RAINBOWS AND MAGIC SO HE DEFINITELY DOESN’T LOOK LIKE HE B-
“Kaz you look like you’re attending a funeral. This is a birthday party.”
“What, you want me to dress up as a magician and pull a rabbit out of my hat??”
So that’s how Kaz Brekker ends up in a magician’s outfit in front of all the children. Because Inej so ever lovingly asked him to. We all love Inej.
Just imagine a frown on Kaz while he says “abracadabra.” Just imagine the look on the children’s face like :
Inej:
It reminds her of her childhood birthday parties where everyone was invited to her birthday. She’ll admit it causes her to be slightly emotional.
She gives the birthday kid a present with the warmest smile. Which is obviously deceiving because if someone gave me a present with the warmest smile ever causing me to melt, I’d think it would be a cute doll she gave me that she made herself and not a sharp dagger ENCRUSTED WITH RUBIES.
“Make sure to name it” she says as she winks at the kid. FVHDYDYCUBJBUCDFXGXUCU
She spends the rest of the time with all the children, playing with them. She is the reason the party feels so warm and friendly and happy. Ignore Kaz Brekker shhh we don’t talk about the iceberg in the Sahara desert.
Jesper:
“DID SOMEONE SAY PARTYYYYYY”
*brings alcohol*
“JESPER THIS IS A CHILD’S BIRTHDAY PARTY”
“oh”
I feel like he’d do random tricks with his gun due to boredom which would then intrigue the guests . Like- he’d get into the whole showman mood and stuff
*dramatic bowing*
Jesper even ends up stealing the spotlight from the birthday kid themselves LMAO. “It’s not my fault I’m good looking, dressed better AND eye-catching”
To be fair he dresses colorfully too. Perhaps it was intentional after all.
Jesper’s gift to the child would be nerf guns no shit
He’d shoot down the piñata too before anyone could hit it lmao-
Nina:
Waffle hoarder istg. Where is Nina? Oh she’ds just been chilling by the waffle stand for the past..2 hours from when the party started.
*Walks pass someone eating waffles* “Are you gonna finish that???”
Before this whole celebration started she already planned her outfit, wanting to be the best dressed. “Nina, this isn’t your party!” “AND???? YOU DON’T KNOW WHO YOU MIGHT MEET THERE!!!!” Nina hun, you look stunning.
In fact, she is dressed so well that someone thought it was a costume and asked her join the other cosplayers. “WH- I’M A GUEST NOT A WORKER”
Wylan:
The second he sees screaming children running around - “Why am I here?”
He’s also just standing there like 🧍♂️all confused. Ah like father like son except unlike Kaz just not emo dark intimidating looking
He’s never been to a birthday party so bear with him this is his first invite. I bet he asks a lot of questions - “You get cake for your birthday???” “TOYSSS AS PRESENTS???”
Yea sure he’s slightly jealous about the fact that he never experienced this during his childhood but it’s okay because he’s still having a good time. And also the Crows will throw him a big party for his birthday <3
Matthias:
Matthias would try his best. To not be a jerk. By judging everything. Because Little Red Bird said not to. Although he does at some point.
“In Fjerda….”
“When I was a child….”
Someone even thought Matthias one of the child’s parent. BECAUSE HE’S JUST STANDING THERE BLENDING IN WITH THE PARENTS JUDGING EVERYONE unlike Kaz because Kaz is judging everyone *FROM THE DARK CORNER*
“So which one is your child?” “I’m not a parent-“
Nina brings him cake and he directly questions it lol. “What is this..spongy texture?” “Relax druskelle!! I’m not trying to kill you.”
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teen-a-day🥳 CAS challenge BY@dizzywhims
DAY27 Activist
DAY28 Whatever you were in school🤔(observing ghost)
DAY27 Activist
:Shut up and give your mama for a hug!!🙌🏾
Dolley Kappone, known as Sis Lley among the community. When SisLley's long nails are pointed at you, you know what to do. As the recognized lady boss, SisLley regards the love and peace of the surrounding environment as her duty. Faced with the trend of teenagers becoming more and more mean nowadays, she will defuse them one by one with a strong tone, warm kindness and her big loudspeaker. One of the members of Rainbow Glitter, ace lead singer, rhythm master, and king of transliteration. Likes to collect jewelry of different nationalities and styles, and even became interested in antiquities. If someone sighs in surprise when she is researching professional books, SisLley will shout out her catchphrase "Oh honey, it's nothing strange!!!"
DAILY LOOK
💇🏿♀️HAIR@aharris00britney/👗DRESS@ridgeport/👠DEBBIE BOOTS@sentate/✨EARRINGS@grafity-cc/👓SUNGLASSES@nitropanic/📢MEGAPHONE@mel-bennett
MAMA DIVA LOOK
👗DRESS@joliebean/🧕🏿TURBAN@mablystore/🎇CHOKER@pralinesims/🎤MICROPHONE@a-luckyday/💍RINGS@grafity-cc/💅🏿NAILS@redheadsims-cc
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Because don't wanna to put myself into the game, I combined my characteristics in high school to extract a different theme (but still OC). Probably won't create simself in my life🥶
DAY28 Whatever you were in school😛(observing ghost)
:The Japsim foreign student,came to the small town school in a daze, probably was deceived by a black intermediary. Developed extremely self-reliant during high schooland, had a limited number of friends. It may be more appropriate to say that a lone wolf than a social fear.Work part-time as an art designer for others, good at cutting first and report later, so she's more like Party A in terms of momentum. Like to observe human beings, has densely scripts on the graduation yearbook. Also be interest in watching documentaries. Often draw sketches on the side of the road in spare time, and applied for an art school, hoping to draw her own comics in the future. Habitually empty, can play Kendama, seems to always be unable to wake up. Going to the geek exhibition twice a year,may be the most energetic time of the year. Customers and flea market purchasers account for the majority of social software,the favorite season is autumn . (It's a completely different feeling to take a photo with a sweater with big sleeves for the same action!!
DAILY LOOK
👕SWEATER@myshunosun/👖PANTS@serenity-cc/👟SNEAKERS@mmsims/👒HAT&SOCKS@clumsyalienn/😺CAT@plazasims
EXHIBITION LOOK
👚TOP@trillyke/🩳SHORTS@jellymoo/👒HAT@solistair/✨EARRINGS@bellassims
AND thanks a lot to all the cc creators🤩!!!
if any linguistic mistake just blame theGoogle translate for All hhhhhh👻
Ends here !!!!😁 Thanks very much for your likes!! This is very important to me! ! 🥰
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The Rat Movie:
Eu tava assistindo rattattui, ratatui, O FILME DO RATO QUE COZINHA e pensei em uma AU Guapoduo:
q!Foolish era um chef renomado. Seus pratos eram conhecidos por serem extremamente criativos e elaborados, com ingredientes raros e montagens espetaculares. No entanto, um grande crítico aparece no Restaurante Titã e avalia cruel o prato que lhe foi servido — nada criativo, sem sabor, apenas uma bagunça para enganar os olhos e o estômago, mas esquisito acima de tudo. Isso acaba com q!Foolish, que desde então se recolheu para a sua mansão e nunca mais apareceu em seu próprio restaurante, deixando Titã para seu subchef, ElQuackity.
Cinco anos se passaram desde da humilhação do grande chef e, do nada, um rapaz distraído e atrapalhado aparece no restaurante com uma carta em suas mãos. A carta era do ex de q!Foolish, q!Vegetta, já falecido, pedindo um emprego no restaurante para o seu filho, q!Roier. E inicialmente ele seria apenas um lixeiro, porém, surpreendendo a todos, ele acaba se intrometendo em um prato que acaba recebendo inúmeros elogios de uma crítica culinária que estava no restaurante naquele dia. Irritado e desconfiado,
ElQuackity ordena que seu Chef de partie, q!Cellbit, monitore e ensine q!Roier. Sendo que q!Cellbit é um dos poucos cozinheiros ali que não veio de família rica e recebeu aulas do próprio q!Foolish. Obviamente, o cozinheiro também não fica feliz com a atenção especial que q!Roier estava recebendo.
O que ninguém sabia era que q!Roier não fazia ideia também de como tinha feito aquele prato e como tinha ficado tão bom.
Ele apenas sabia que havia uma pequena salamandra (axolote) que ele apelidou de Pepito escondido de baixo de seu chapéu e de algum modo a criaturinha sabia cozinhar e, estranhamente, conseguia o controlar.
xXx ENG XxX
I was watching rattattui, ratatui, THE MOVIE ABOUT THE COOKING MOUSE and I thought of an AU Guapoduo:
q!Foolish was a renowned chef. His dishes were known for being extremely creative and elaborate, with rare ingredients and spectacular preparations. However, a great critic appears at Restaurante Titã and cruelly evaluates the dish he was served — nothing creative, no flavor, just a mess to deceive the eyes and the stomach, but weird above all.
This ends with q!Foolish, who has since retreated to his mansion and never appeared in his own restaurant again, leaving Titan to his sous chef, ElQuackity.
Five years have passed since the great chef's humiliation and, out of nowhere, a distracted and clumsy young man appears at the restaurant with a letter in his hands.
The letter was from q!Foolish's ex, q!Vegetta, now deceased, asking for a job at the restaurant for his son, q!Roier. And initially he would just be a garbage man, however, surprising everyone, he ends up meddling in a dish that ends up receiving countless praise from a culinary critic who was at the restaurant that day. Angry and suspicious, ElQuackity orders his Chef de partie, q!Cellbit, to monitor and teach q!Roier.
Since q!Cellbit is one of the few cooks there who didn't come from a rich family and received lessons from q!Foolish himself. Obviously, the cook is also not happy with the special attention that q!Roier was receiving.
What no one knew was that q!Roier also had no idea how he had made that dish and how it had turned out so good. He just knew that there was a small salamander (axolotl) that he nicknamed Pepito hidden under his hat and somehow the little creature knew how to cook and, strangely, could control him.
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O.K. Corral
After tensions had been building between the Earps and the Cowboy faction in Tombstone, Marshal Virgil Earp determined to disarm the men on October 26, 1881, resulting in the 30-second shoot out, which left Frank and Tom McLaury, as well as Billy Clanton, dead. Also involved in the gunfight for the Cowboys were Ike Clanton, Billy Claiborne, and Wes Fuller. In the Earp party were brothers, Virgil, Wyatt, and Morgan, as well as Doc Holliday.
Today, the OK Corral is allegedly haunted by the ghosts of the Cowboys Over the years, a number of witnesses have reported seeing the fading apparitions of men dressed in cowboy attire, often appearing with guns drawn, perhaps locked into a perpetual battle with the Earps. Others have claimed to have felt numerous cold spots in various areas of the corral. Plus, guests sometimes overhear the sounds of phantom horses.
Some think that the OK Corral may have more apparitions than any other site in the southwest. Tombstone’s late lawmen and lawless patrol the property, packing their pistols and pitching a fit. Who are these poltergeists? Most are familiar with Gunfight at the OK Corral (1957) and Tombstone (1993), yet these feature films are deceiving. The shootout didn’t occur at the OK Corral. Wyatt Earp also wasn’t a central figure. Instead, Wyatt’s brother Virgil may have been the primary gunslinger. Virgil was Tombstone’s Town Marshal and Deputy U.S. Marshal – giving him more experience as a sheriff, constable, marshal, and soldier in combat.
The Cowboys continued to the OK Corral, where they discussed their plans to kill Virgil, Morgan, and Wyatt Earp. Witnesses reported these threats to Virgil, who was Tombstone's current city marshal. Virgil already believed that the Cowboys had violated the ordinance, so he was eager for a showdown.
Virgil testified to the warning, alleging afterward that Bahan had cautioned, "For God's sake, don't go down there or they will murder you!" But Virgil was a hard man. He didn’t flinch. Virgil replied, "Those men have made their threats and I will not arrest them but I will kill them on sight."
No one knows why, but the Cowboys continued to the narrow lot near C.S. Fly's Photography Studio. There, the Earps joined Doc Holliday to confront the Cowboys. Once Virgil saw the Cowboys, he ordered, "Throw up your hands, I want your guns!" The Cowboys refused to relinquish their weapons; the legendary gunfight began.
It's uncertain who shot first. Accounts are contradictory. Eyewitnesses were also confused by the smoke from the shootout, unable to see through the black powder. Yet thirty shots were fired within thirty seconds. Frank's bullet bruised Doc Holliday's hip, grazing his holster. Virgil Earp was shot through the calf. Both Frank and Billy Clanton were killed. Tom McLaury, too, was killed. Only Wyatt Earl was uninjured.
The Gunfight at the OK Corral wasn’t the site’s only shootout. Another occurred on the first of July, 1897 between “Justice” Jim Burnett and William Greene. Burnett is said to haunt the historic site today, his body beaten with bullets. Burnett was the Justice of the Peace for Charleston, a town located between Tombstone and Sierra Vista. He was a hard-hitting, no-nonsense “man of all hats,” working too as Charleston’s Judge and Marshal. Burnett even tracked down outlaws, collecting the fines that he placed for personal gain. Yet William Greene wouldn’t back down from the bullying Burnett, who had earned a reputation as a browbeater. Their long-simmering feud caused Greene to build a dam that blocked the water flow into Burnett’s land. This backfired on Greene, who later lost a daughter to the blockade.
William’s daughters Ella and Eva Greene had taken Katie Corcoran to the riverbed. They had planned to swim for the day, unaware that it would be their last. Yet the dam had been dynamited, causing the water to rise to cataclysmic levels. Heedless, the girls raced down to the river; Ella and Katie jumped first, spinning and sliding through the air. They were quickly submerged, wiped out by the river.
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A Hopefully Helpful Directory/Timeline of Events in Chronological Order
Gem meets Witch Joey in the Evermoore, arranges a deal for him to come by and try and cure her kingdom and he gets his hat repaired in exchange. [ × ]
Joey comes by to the Grove, gets his new hat and attempts to cure Gem's land. [ × ]
Lizzie and Gem meet, arranging an order for an apron in exchange for some dye and they set up an alliance. [ × ]
Pearl stops by Gem's to string her bass guitar, in exchange she does a performance for her people. [ × ] [ × ]
Oli stops by Gem to order a formal suit and they chat for a bit. [ × ]
Sausage runs to Gem for wool to cover up some shriekers near the area the Shelby-Joey duel will be held and the two gossip, Sausage filling her up on the whole Fairytale Trio Drama. [ × ]
In the aftermath of the duel, Gem stops by Katherine's for some princess tea time talk. [ × ]
Gem visits False's base for some froglights and hopefully some useful info. [ × ]
Lizzie comes by Gem's to dye the white streaks in her hair a fun new color. After it's dyed, a "trick of the light" happened when the moon rose and it's light hit her hair and Lizzie offers a meeting with her patron for "Gem's friend". [ × ]
Joey has a fashion emergency, going to Gem for an outfit for the Sheriff's holiday party and Gem provides. [ × ]
Gem comes to Stratos to ask the very credible Life God Jimmy for help in curing her kingdom's lands, things go just about as well as you think. [ × ] [ × ] [ × ]
Gem comes to Chromia to meet with Lizzie's patron and strikes a deal with the mysterious fae. [ × ]
Gem's at the holiday party and meets with Sausage and they talk shit about Jimmy and they're friendship strengthens. [ × ]
Shelby orders a glove from Gem and she comes by to the Forgotten Cove deliver it. [ × ] [ × ]
Sausage comes by to deliver food supplies to Gem. He talks to her about the fae deal since he's found out about it. [ × ]
A dove appears in Gem's window, delivering a letter from her fey employer for her first task. [ × ]
Lizzie visits Gem's right after she got her letter from the fey. [ × ]
Right after Lizzie leaves, False talks with Gem to confront her about her fae deal and generally warning her. [ × ]
Gem goes to Sausage for the first item in the grocery list letter given to her by her fae patron. [ × ]
She goes to Joey for the 2nd item in the list. [ × ]
And at last, she's at Sanctuary for her final item but something's... off.[ × ]
A mysterious assassin reveals himself to Gem, she attempts to deceive him but things only escalate into a fight once fWhip comes back. In the end of it all, while the mysterious assassin is temporarily defeated, Gem has fallen into a deep sleep. [ × ]
Gem's been resting and hasn't shown any signs of waking up any time soon and has since been taken into a room inside Sanctuary's tavern where Katherine pays an unexpected visit to her and fWhip comes back. [ × ] [ × ] [ × ]
Katherine's attempt to wake up Gem works and she finally wakes up. [ × ]
On her way out of Sanctuary, Gem is stopped and surprised to see familiar faces. [ × ]
And finally, Gem gets home to find her patron waiting for her. She finishes her first task, giving her the items then asks for some of her land to be healed and she gets what she asked but at a cost. [ × ]
Gem wasn't the first to discover the newly appeared fae circles that littered the land. [ × ]
Pearl stops by asking Gem if she wants a dog, they decide to go to Goblands to check out the puppy. [ × ]
The horseback ride to Goblands. [ × ]
They get to Goblands to see Sausage and check out the puppies. Gem and Sausage briefly discuss trade. [ × ]
The horseback ride home. [ × ]
Gem gets an odd package at her doorstep. [ × ]
Gem's patron comes to give her another task with a rather generous bounty. [ × ]
Gem ventures down to the Animalian mines to complete her task, doing it discretely as her patron wished proves to be more difficult than expected. [ × ]
Doing this discretely is way harder than it looks apparently and Gem comes to meet the Mayor of Animalia for the first time. [ × ]
As Gem returns home from completing her task, Pearl stops by for a delivery, a dog delivery. [ × ]
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My favourite reads of 2022! These are in no particular order and come with the beginning to give you a taste of the style. The last one is my own translation from German, so all errors are mine.
Laura by Vera Caspary (1943): noir, crime, detective fiction
"The city that Sunday morning was quiet. Those millions of New Yorkers who, by need or preference, remain in town over a summer weekend had been crushed spiritless by humidity. Over the island hung a fog that smelled and felt like water in which too many sodawater glasses have been washed. Sitting at my desk, pen in hand, I treasured the sense that, among those millions, only I, Waldo Lydecker, was up and doing."
Memoirs of Hadrian by Marguerite Yourcenar (1951), translated from the French by Grace Frick and the author: historical fiction, philosophy
"My dear Mark, Today I went to see my physician Hermogenes, who has just returned to the Villa from a rather long journey in Asia. No food could be taken before the examination, so we had made the appointment for the early morning hours. [...] It is difficult to remain an emperor in presence of a physician, and difficult even to keep one's essential quality as a man."
The Fellowship of the Ring by J. R. R. Tolkien (1954): fantasy, adventure
"When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bad End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton."
Let Me Tell You What I Mean by Joan Didion (2021): essays, culture
"The only American newspapers that do not leave me in the grip of a profound physical conviction that the oxygen has been cut off from my brain tissue, very probably by an Associated Press wire, are The Wall Street Journal, the Los Angeles Free Press, the Los Angeles Open City, and the East Village Other."
Dune by Frank Herbert (1965): science fiction, adventure
"A beginning is the time for taking the most delicate care that the balances are correct. This every sister of the Bene Gesserit knows. To begin your study of the life of Muad'Dib, then, take care that you first place him in his time: born in the 57th year of the Padishah Emperor, Shaddam IV. And take the most special care that you locate Muad'Dib in his place: the planet Arrakis. Do not be deceived by the fact that he was born on Caladan and lived his first fifteen years there. Arrakis, the planet known as Dune, is forever his place."
Schachnovelle by Stefan Zweig (1942): philosophy, war
"On the big passenger steamer, which was set to leave at midnight from New York to Buenos Aires, reigned the usual business and movement of the last hour. Guests from the land bustled about to escort their friends, telegraph boys with crooked hats zipped through the society rooms calling out names, bags and flowers were being dragged about, children ran up and downstairs, curious, while the orchestra was playing unwaveringly to the deck show."
#favourite books of 2022#booklr#2022 in books#literature#laura 1943#vera caspary#memoirs of hadrian#marguerite yourcenar#the fellowship of the ring#j. r. r. tolkien#let me tell you what i mean#joan didion#dune#frank herbert#schachnovelle#stefan zweig
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mother of the sea carried every child to it's own destination. and while ace had the pleasure to meet not only trouble but souls so kind he could never forget the hospitality. this felt strange. ever since he sat down at the bar , the tension he felt around this man was immense. even when his gaze was only watching him from the corner of his eye , he could feel his insides knotting into a knot. ace had seen many faces , met hundreds of people during his travels but this time his memory was deceiving him by the nose. the image blurred within his head , as if he was taking a boat across the ocean covered by a thick veil of fog.
❝ thank ya' kindly. ❞ and yet , his manners pushed him to thank for the gesture. a small salute of two fingers in graditute to the bartender serving them the shared drink. it still felt off , ace couldn't even raise his glass to make the sweet , but bitter taste of the rum flooded his throat , ignited to redness like his own flame.
the way this man laughed , the expression of his face. the longer ace stared , the more he sank into his thoughts. however , this was not the best time to travel before the depths of his own memory. he was here for a break , to relax and this old man surely was quite a party heart himself. the fire fist could not stand away , so he just cracked a wide grin and grabbed the glass , downing it with only a few gulps to his heart's content , sharing a loud laugh matching the man's own.
upon hearing the stranger's comment , ace only lifted the brim of his hat a little bit. brow cocked in wonder. meaning , however , he had a good feeling in his guts that he also knew him somewhere at some point. ❝ i crossed paths with many ones and lemme tell ya' they wouldn't just serve me a glass like that. ❞ a simple wave of his hand , followed my a small chuckle. ❝ say old man. since you already bought me a drink , what's yer name , eh ? i swear i saw ya' somewhere but maybe it's just my memory confusing me. ❞
@laughingtale / @pirateborn continued .
#pirateborn#ii. hiken › in character .#ii. verse › main .#i need u to know i was exploding into million pieces writing this WAAAAAAH.#the moment they figure out. god.
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Betrayal. Lies. Uncertainty.
A life full of secrets untold and enemies hiding in plain sight.
Is there anyone she can trust? Can she even trust herself...?
Basics:
Name: Akriel Lukas
Age: 26
Gender: F
Height: 5′8″
Orientation: Pansexual
Faith: Agnostic
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Background:
All those who call Kartakass home aspire to fame and riches, and Akriel is no exception. Born in the small fishing village of Medria, she inherited her love of music from her infamous father and her drive for success from her overbearing mother. No one worked harder than Akriel, who practiced tirelessly even after being admitted to Harmonic Hall’s prestigious school of music. Though not one for following rules or listening to the wisdom of others, Akriel was practically guaranteed to graduate at the top of her class - before a terrible betrayal took everything away from her. That day, Akriel learned the truth: the only way to reach the top was to tear down those who stood above her.
With her new strategy, Akriel rose to be one of the most renowned bards in all of Kartakass. But though she has the riches and fame she always wanted, she knows they come with a target painted on her back. She knows everyone wants to expose her secrets and take her place at the top.
Akriel knows the secret she has now is even bigger than the one that brought her down before - and she will do anything to keep it safe.
Characteristics:
Akriel is always full of charm and charisma, skilled at deceiving others while simultaneously persuading them to divulge their own secrets. Years of practice have given her fingers a dexterity none can match, elevating her performances to the next level. Confident and sociable, Akriel is the life of the party wherever she goes. But underneath her congeniality is someone constantly wary of those around her. Trust is not something she can afford to give others if she wants to survive.
Personality Trait: I do things my way, even if it goes against what others say.
Personality Trait: I can make a friend out of anyone, and often use this to my advantage.
Ideal: Aspiration. I want to be remembered as the most famous bard in history.
Bond: I must become the most famous to earn my family’s love.
Flaw: Everyone is out to get me - the only one I can trust is myself.
Appearance:
Akriel could never be called religious, but she does sometimes wonder whether to curse or thank the gods for making her the spitting image of her father. Her deepset eyes are the same hazel color, though the smile always on her lips never quite reaches them. Her hands are the same shade of espresso, covered in calluses and tiny scars. Her coily hair is usually styled in an afro, partly covered by a large panama hat. Akriel’s style is both bold and unoriginal, copying the signature white and green outfit of her father. The only difference is her many accessories, which she adds to try to make it her own.
Specific content warnings for Akriel’s route include: abusive relationship (past), emotional abuse, and verbal abuse.
#character introduction#characters#ro#ch: the ghost#ch: akriel lukas#dread reflection#dread reflection if#artbreeder#interactive fiction
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There’s a character I’ve had since I was a child that I remember every now and then drawing poorly in notebooks in the 4th grade. They have been rehashed a few times, at first being a short, top hat wearing, cane using skeleton with a funny bend in the metatarsals of his left foot who was a trickster and a thief who disguised himself as various people, and had a secret basements full of poisons and treasure. They served as a neutral character, helpful in some circumstances and villain in others, untrustworthy as you never knew when they decided to just take what they wanted.
Then in my teens, he still kept the skeleton form and the funny foot, but instead of a comedic unreliable trickster, he was a sadistic monster, unkillable in his apathy at existing, stealing the skin of his victims to wear and deceive those in power in a bid to get closer to annihilating those that made him. He was horrifying to those that knew of him as he had no compassion for life, was nigh unstoppable without divine intervention, and the only emotion he seemed to feel was the enjoyment of the fear and pain he brought.
I think I’ve got an idea for another remodel, this time back to someone more flamboyant and roguish. Still a skeleton, still prone to disguises, still immortal, but this time charismatic and cunning, with a secret behind the grim visage. After a millennia hiding away and planning, they fall in with a group of adventurers, quietly manipulating them into an end goal that the heroes find out about too late.
Once a mortal, they fell in love with a god of death but found misery in the fact that while at the end of their life, they would have time with their beloved, it would be cut short by the inevitable reincarnation, as is dictated by the laws of this world. So they discovered a way to cross the divide and find divinity for themselves, but this angers the other gods, and they stop this mortal just in time. As punishment, they take the mortal’s capacity to die and reincarnate, cursing them to forever walk the earth and cutting them off from their love who is banished to be forgotten, still a god but powerless as the world forgets he exists.
Separated for eons from their love, they find a group of competent powerful allies, and they join them, easily falling in with their wit and their humor and their illusionist abilities. They quietly pray to a god no one recognizes, speak rarely of being punished for loving the wrong person, and carefully steer the party down specific roads that will lead them closer and closer to reuniting with their godly lover once more. Of course, by the time the group realizes they’ve helped reawaken and enraged death god to the benefit of a powerful, immortal sorcerer, it is all but hopeless for everyone.
#jacq writes#did i forget this characters name?#yes but i cant still see my shitty drawing of them i made when i was 8#this might be my oldest character if im being honest#what a bastard in every incarnation#except in this one#they're profoundly camp
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Campaign 1 | Dragon of Icespire Peak | Session 1 | Gnomengarde Quest | Wyndi's notes
Group assembled for Gnomengarde quest, led by Rufus; leave Phalandin under agreement with Townmaster: 200 GP/person upon completion of quest.
Encountered Adabra; saved her from Manticore using Aster's spell. Each of us earned 1 healing potion.
Encounter family of orcs who have been chased away from their homes by dragon.
Helped Alba the gnome with his boat for a ride to Gnomengarde. Alba tells stories of Gnome kings, mushrooms, and what Gnomengarde is like.
Found Gerald on mushroom island at Gnomengarde; he was added to party
"Alba" is revealed to be a liar; his real name is Ignatius Rockingham. Gnomes Tite and Mite tell party that Ignatius has been banned from Gnomengarde.
Tite and Mite lock party in room inside Gnomengarde. Party breaks out and finds the Gnome kings, who are afraid of a mimic loose in the kingdom.
Gnome king Corbaz and party make a deal: If we solve the mimic problem, we get items and information to help finish our quest
Party finds mimic in wine room and defeat it; Rufus deals final blow.
After resting, the party heads back to Phalandin; deceive Townmaster that there is one extra person in party to earn more GP.
Traded Hat of Wizardry to Townmaster.
Items acquired:
Amulet
Long pole
H. o. W.
Pyrotechnic wand
Party levels up = Lvl. 2
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Come back mom, I miss you- an Oneshot about Garbages momma issues
"Hey Garbage, that lady looks an awful lot like you." Moon poked his shoulder, pointing towards an older Siamese cat with a party hat slumped over with a bag of groceries in her arms. A familiar but confusing pang rang through his chest, something he thought his eyes were deceiving him with.
”Mom?…” He whispered as he shook his head, thinking it was just a trick if the light to deceive him.
The next day, on yet another one of Moon and Garbages scaring of the candy people, again and again he would see the familiar figure walk in and out of a building and to an apartment next. Why was his mind playing tricks on him? This couldn’t be real!
“Moon, should I go talk to them?” Garbage asked his friend, hoping he could muster up to courage to say “where have you been for the last 25-26 years?” Moon simply gave a nod and pointed to where she lived, as Gabrage floated over to the door. A gut wrenching feeling crawled through him, unsure of how to even begin this. A simple knock, and the lady angrily opened the door, assuming he was someone else.
“I told you Starchy stop fucking bothering me about where to bury his picture, I-“ Suddenly, she stopped, and the familiar faces in front of each other spiked a terrible, heart-breaking pain of realization:
This was his mother, the very mother he believed had left him on a the front porch of a home in wizard city and assumed she was nothing but a rat-hearted woman for abandoning him.
How is she here, right now, in the Candy-fucking-Kingdom??
“Son? Son is that really you?” Ratooth asked with tears in her eyes as Garbage hugged her tightly.
“You’re gonna tell me everything, right fucking now.” He asked bitterly, eyes flashing red a bit.
The room Moon and him were escorted to was normal, at least for the Candy Kingdom, except for papers strewn in the kitchen and a photo of Garbage as a newborn kit on the kitchen table.
“Have a seat, anything to drink for you and your..friend?” Ratooth asked, estranged by the look of disappointment and anger in Moon’s face. She wasn’t gonna kill her, not yet at least.
“No thanks mom. I’m sort of maybe a vampire now?” He broke the news to her, shockingly she nodded her head in understandment, gettin out something red for the two of them, just so long as Moon didn’t get comfortable with the idea of tearing Ratooth apart at least…
“So where should I begin.”
“How about at the part where you abandoned me? Or the part where you ended up here in the Candy Kingdom?” Garbage asked angrily, not looking forward to any of this, really.
“Right. I came here to the Candy Kingdom because my old apartment wasn’t cutting it out for me, vodka is expensive over there you know.” She lied threw her teeth as Garbage sunk fangs into a red eraser, not buying it.
“Tell the fucking truth.”
“I-“
“Tell the fucking truth, mom! Why the fuck did you think abandoning me would do for you?! Just magically get rid of your problem until it comes back 25 years later?! Hu-“
“I didn’t know you were left in Wizard City! I thought your father Bilewood killed you, Pickles.” Pickles? Was that his birth name? As he bit into another eraser, draining the red from it, he asked her to keep going and explain.
Turns out when she had him, originally named Pickles, Bilewood decided to take him in the night and leave him in Wizard City to leave and become a thriving, loot-stealing hermit. Ratooth, desperate to find her child only to never see him again, was devastated and almost threw her whole life away. Until one day, she got up, decided to was time to move on, and came to the Candy Kingdom to try and calm her nerves after all those years.
“I wanted to come here because my apartment started getting a little too crummy. Where else was I supposed to keep or bury this baby picture I had of you?” She chuckled, Garbage dropping a half-eaten eraser and sobbing in tears, hugging his mother closely. He hadn’t been abandoned..he hadn’t been abandoned!
“I missed you Pickles..”
”Folks around here call me Garbage, actually.” He informed her as she gave a confused look, before shrugging and going back to hugging her son.
As the moon neared it’s time to sleep, Garbage and Moon gave their goodbyes as they headed out before Empress began wondering where her girlfriend was. Garbage was pulled into yet another hug, this time being given his mothers party hat.
“Mom, you gave me your-“
“Keep it. Just in case I don’t see you again in a million years or something like that.” His mother told him before closing the door, leaving her son with a blue-pink party hat all of his own.
His mom came home, after all these years she’d came home.
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So… we’re watching the Harry Potter films… and I’m thinking of some things.
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First, I really should embellish how the Lancaster Group looks from the view of the Wizarding World.
I mean, it is a conglomerate that hides behind its many brands, so… it’s pretty likely that their work is seen, but not acknowledged by name.
Little fingers everywhere invested in every pie, but they keep the best of their creations for themselves.
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Second, I probably should think about how the Lancaster Group's behind the scenes behavior affects my variation's background and how other families see that family.
As the family is diverse as they are into careful picking of suitable additions to the clan, I am not sure if the pure-blooded families consider them a pure blood family or not. If they were though, they aren't clinging to England like they are.
So yes... "Pure blood" as far as they're concerned, but it's not like the Lancaster Group to be honest about anything with parties they plan on deceiving.
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As for interclan interactions, it's highly competitive and the seat of the head is very precious. Evie might have been chosen as the optimal candidate, but that doesn't mean the other families (especially with something to hide) would try to push their own candidates for the position and even try to off the competition.
So... as such, the time at Hogwarts would probably be considered relatively peaceful compared to how it is for the rest of year... since she'd likely be under the watchful eye of her aunt and well... I doubt she's going to let her niece have a break if there's training to do.
No idea if Dumbledore would technically allow Serona to accompany her Niece to Hogwarts, but he can't exactly keep her out.
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As for the houses... I'd probably still point out that she's definitely a hat stall... and what houses she picks really depends on her impression of the various houses.
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