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ymiwritesstuff · 3 months

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The Urge in Me

HI! Here's a Dark Urge inspired Halsin fic!! I've been playing my Durge playthrough and I really wanna romance Halsin, I just think it would create some nice duality and it also inspired me to write this! Fair warning though, this is NOT for the faint of heart, this one deals with some heavy stuff. General Dark Urge stuff yes, but be sure to look at the warnings thoroughly. Please enjoy!

Baldur's Gate 3

Halsin x Dark Urge!Tav!Reader

Summary: The torturing darkness in you was only growing stronger, and on a certain night you can barely contain it, leaving you fearing for your beloved's life.

Notes: NSFW CONTENT (gore and violence), Angst, DARK THEMES, GORE, EXTREMELY graphic mentions of violence, mentions of death, Blood, Dark Urge stuff, Fantasizing about murder, Hurt & comfort, happy ending, Fluff

There was dread in the air, carried by the foul stench of death. Bright red, fresh blood pooled on the ground, a river of crimson flowing into the endless depths below, gushing out of bodies that were twisted into the most unnatural and grotesque of positions. Their gruesome appearance showed no regard for the sanctity of life, the sight of it a despicable and unsettling reminder of the reality of the world.

The butchery was vile, done in a hunger. A hunger to kill and bring carnage. It was as if a monster had unleashed unimaginable horrors upon these poor victims, many of them still housing an expression of pure horror frozen upon their faces. Even in death, they feared.

How delicious.

You marveled at the sight of the bloodshed, your body trembling in what you could only describe as ecstasy. How it brought you so much euphoria to see the fruits of your murderous efforts, a feast for your eyes. Your hand ached, a testament to the way it brought these people to their dooms oh so effortlessly. The sharp blade of the dagger you gripped dripped with blood, so deliciously wet with the juices of life.

The sweet smell of slaughter floated in the air, filling your head with a more ravenous desire to bring about another massacre like this one, with even more souls for your taking, with even more blood and guts. How superb it would feel to slice and slash flesh, to hear the screams and pleas of your pathetic victims, only for you to sink your dagger into them again.

And again, and again, again again again! Only for your hunger to remain famished, the never-ending thirst for glorious murder growing with every stab and cut. You would desire more.

More bloodbath… Slaughter of the highest order. Your body tingled at the thought, a vicious cackle ripping from the depths of your throat, ringing in your ears as the lust of slaying grew within you. How wonderful, how sublime. Where would you start?

Perhaps with a family… To hear the screams of the children as their parents met their end by your hand, to feel the rush of frenzy flow through you as your sharp blade works tirelessly, to see the desperation in their eyes as you gouge them-

“My heart?”

You sat up suddenly, breath heaving and sweat dripping down your forehead. For a moment, you did not see anything, or feel anything, however soon, as the warm light of a familiar campfire reached your eyes, as well as a silhouette of a large elf towering over you, you finally came to your senses.

“H-Halsin? What’s going on?”

He looked at you, concern plastered across his features. He remained quiet, his expression somehow managing to tell you that he did not dare to tell you why you were woken up by him. The previous visions were a blur, but the way he eyed you planted a seed of fear in you. What had you done?

Fearing the worst, you frantically looked around, trying to see if everyone was still sleeping, hopefully among the living. “Did… Did I do something? Please don’t tell me I kill-”

“No, my love.” He placed a hand on your shoulder, leaning closer. Looking at him fearfully, you noticed a distant calmness in his eyes. “You’ve done nothing. I simply woke you up as you seemed… distressed.” His voice trailed off at the end, his eyes briefly finding the ground below him.

You noticed a hesitation within him. He was trying to comfort you, but you sensed something plaguing him. Something sinister.

“What did I do?” You were afraid to ask but had to know. The urge had tormented you for some time and only seemed to grow in strength, but you could not afford to pretend to be ignorant, lest you someday did something irreversible and horrid.

Halsin paused, seemingly fighting a battle within himself. “You… weren’t yourself, so to speak.”

He was being vague, most likely for your own good, but it only made you want to know more. You took his hands and looked at him, trying to persuade him to tell you everything that happened.

“Please, Halsin. I want to know. I can’t begin to control my urge if I don’t understand it…” You pleaded with him, fearful of what horrors he might describe but determined to understand this… Sickness of yours. That’s what it was to you.

Halsin sighed deeply, pondering over your words before giving in. It pained him to see you like this and though he would have rather not told you any more than he already had, he understood your struggle, and above all wished to help you in any way he could.

“You tossed and turned at first, seemingly disturbed by something. Soon you began saying words that I did not understand. They were unclear, confused, but loud.”

You swallowed nervously, noticing how his face slightly twisted into a frown at the memory.

“Then you started twisting like your limbs were being snapped and you thrashed around uncontrollably. At this point, I knew I had to wake you up, but then...”

He squeezed your hands and took a breath. You would not be ready for what he said next.

“You laughed. You laughed like a…” He quieted down again, but you had a feeling you knew what he was about to say.

“Monster.”

Halsin did not want to hear you say it. Neither did you, but it was useless trying to deny it. The twisted urge had partially taken control as you slept, fortunately only managing to contain itself within your mind. Still, it brought you a sense of qualm.

The desire for bloodshed had infiltrated your mind before, briefly, but it had always left something behind, a fraction of its dark desires. Even when you looked at Halsin, your beloved, with whom you wished to spend every moment of every day, you were not spared from the invasive thoughts of slaughter.

You wondered how many stabs it would take to pierce that large body of his. How much you would have to twist your knife while it was buried deep within his torso until he screamed in agony. Your eyes wandered to his neck, vision blurred as the sound of your rapid heartbeat filled your ears.

He called to you, but you could not hear it, for all you thought about how lovely it would have been to see that thick neck of his gushing with blood from a deep wound. You grinned. What fun that would be.

Before your sickened mind went any further, you managed to pull yourself from the sea of blood raging within you. Gasping, you looked at him again, no longer fantasizing about his murder. You felt disgusted like you had cruelly betrayed him. You hung your head low fighting back tears that threatened to fall.

“I… I don’t know what to do… I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

You felt his strong arms wrap around you, and one of his hands pet your head gently. He held you tight, almost afraid that you would slip away. The severity of the situation was obvious to both of you, but Halsin, being the kindhearted druid he was, put that aside to help you deal with it.

“Do not worry, my heart. I am here.”

His words hit you like a boulder, finally urging those tears to come out. You quietly sobbed against him, wondering just how you had managed to meet someone like him. Despite the dread, the death, the urge, all of it, he was there for you and made sure not to leave your side.

However, the underlying fear grew the more you thought about it. If you could not control the urge any longer and embarked on a murderous killing spree, who would stop you? What would happen to everyone and most importantly, what would happen to him? It was all covered in a veil of dark mystery, but one thing was more than certain.

You would rather run a knife through your own throat than allow yourself to harm him or anyone else.

“We will find a solution to this yet, my love…” He spoke, voice soothing, almost a whisper. His large hand ran through your hair and his words brought you some hope. You found yourself believing him, if only slightly.

“I would hope so but… Halsin..” You lifted yourself from him, teary eyes looking up at him with another pleading expression. His hand was on your cheek, thumb wiping away the stray tears. “Yes, my heart?”

You took a breath, what you were about to ask was not a light matter, and you debated whether or not you should even begin to ask this of him. It weighed on your heart, but you could not go on any longer wondering when you’ll finally lose control and hurt someone.

“Love… I… I’m fearful… It’s clear that whatever it is in me, can consume me and make me do… regrettable things.” You held onto his shoulders, your voice losing its power as you went on.

“To kill someone… To kill you- It… It’s like a nightmare that I fear will yet become true… So please…”

Squeezing him, your eyes met his, and in the pit of his stomach, you were sure he already knew what you were about to ask of him.

“If I one day lose control, lose myself to this… Dark urge… Promise me-” The words got stuck in your throat. How could you ask this? From him? It felt wrong, all of it felt wrong and suddenly you weren’t sure what to do. The words hung in the air that had become thick and judging by how Halsin looked at you, he knew all too well what you wished to say.

“My heart, listen to me.” Both of his hands were now on your face, hazel eyes frowned in sadness but sparkling with hope. “I can only imagine the torment you are going through, and I do not blame you for considering a more bleak solution.” His voice was gentle, like a spring breeze and the warmth of his hands spread throughout your entire being.

“But that is not how this will end. I promise you, I will not let anything happen to you, or anyone else. Trust me, my heart. You will prevail, we will prevail, together.”

You were stunned. With wide eyes you look at him, his saddened kind smile radiating your dark insides like the sun. You clung to him unsure what to say.

“Halsin…”

Leaning against him, you craved an embrace and he was happy to oblige. You felt safer than ever before, his words affecting you in ways you did not think possible. Suddenly, it did not feel so hopeless anymore. You thought the only possible solution would have been for him to kill you if you ever reached a point of no return but now… Perhaps there was hope. Perhaps you would find the cause of all this.

“I’ll be by your side, love. No matter what.”

Halsin pressed his lips to the top of your head, and you melted in his arms, the fatigue of the night returning to you. The urge was quiet blessing you with its pity as you enjoyed your beloved’s warmth. To be with him was a miracle.

He was a miracle.

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shadowsandshapes · 1 year

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[Spicy] You, Me, The Couch and Him (Dabi/F!Reader)

Summary: If that ratty old couch at the LOV headquarters could talk, you and Dabi would have a lot of explaining to do. Little did you know, you hadn’t been as candid as you would have hoped. Leaving the door ajar was definitely a mistake… Rated: For Fuck's Sake Do Not Read This In Public You Heathen, Don’t Show Your Mom, Don’t Show Your Dad – Repent Afterwards, Amen! (Mature) Contains: Voyeurism (Spoiler: it’s Shigaraki), Rough Unprotected Sex, Intense Eye Contact Is Sexy, Praise, Breeding (if you squint), Denial Play, Impact Play, Slight Name-calling and Swearing ♡ (:

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Your breaths run ragged as your foreheads touch. Dabi fully leans into you – his blue eyes staring into yours – blown wide with a desire so intense it feels as if it’s setting your blood ablaze. The hunger he feels for you in this moment, for your body and entire being, is nothing short of overwhelming. With every roll of your hips – every push and pull of his hands on your ass – you groan in unison. Pure, unfiltered ecstasy. It’s a slow, deliberate grind that has you weak in the knees. If you hadn’t been straddling his lap on the old ratty couch in the LOV headquarters, you’re not sure you would have been able to hold on this long.

Dabi was rough at first. Slamming his cock into you like he had something to prove. Maybe he did. You didn’t complain, though, eagerly screaming his name with each thrust like it was your goddamn job to do so. Your neck marked by his ravenous teeth. Thighs scratched and slapped raw. You held on, riding his cock until he was just as fucked stupid as you were. Which is how you ended up in this position, slowly grinding yourself down on his cock. His seed dripped down onto your bare thighs, staining the top of his pants where your cunt grinded against him. You were both exhausted – but not satisfied. Not even in the slightest. He was still hard – and you both wanted more.

Dabi’s hand was in your hair, keeping your head steady as he stared into your eyes. You just might buckle under his gaze – feeling his cock twitch whenever you moaned his name. Something about hearing you crave for him so unabashedly was driving him crazy.

“That’s right, baby, just like that,” he groaned out, breath fanning against your lips. “Fuck. You’re makin’ me feel s’good right now…”

Maybe it was the praise or the sublimely horny look he was giving you, but you doubled your efforts, gripping onto his shoulders for more leverage. Any moment now, one of the others could return from their missions – you needed to cum again, sooner rather than later. “Ah–Dabi –” you moaned out his name, feeling your heart race when his eyes rolled back at the sound of your desperate, groaning voice. “The o-oh fuck me, the others,” you warned, seeing Dabi’s eyes flicker towards the door behind you, then right back to your blissful little face.

A wild grin spread across his features – like the very idea of getting caught turned him on even more. You wouldn’t be surprised if it did and – judging by the way his fingers dug into the soft skin of your abused thighs – you might be right.

“If you’re still –” Dabi groaned out, pounding up into you with renewed vigor – your cries of pleasure coaxing a prideful chuckle from his lips before he continued: “– if you’re still thinking about other guys, then I haven’t fucked you hard enough.” This was hardly the point you were trying to make, but the sensation of his girthy cock slamming against your cervix made it difficult to argue. His fingers curled around your chin, pinching your cheeks as he forced your gaze on him. Once again, you were met with those intense, lust-blown eyes. “Just look at me, just like that –” he cooed, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip and watching with adoration as you sucked it into your mouth. “That’s my good fucking girl,” he said, shoving the digit up against you eager tongue as his hips pistoned in tandem with yours.

You looked so good riding his cock – too good to inform you that you had an audience. Dabi’s eyes landed on the door once more – it was ajar and he didn’t need to be able to see beyond the darkness to know someone was watching. Who, he wondered, would make such an effort to conceal themselves to watch two people fuck on a ratty old sofa? It didn’t matter, of course. Not really. Not when you were trying so hard to make him cum inside of you.

If they wanted a show – Dabi would give it to them.

“Fuck – you’re gonna take my cum, yeah?” He asked, raising his voice ever so slightly so your biggest fan would be sure to catch on. Dabi’s hands came down hard on your thighs, sheathing himself within your cunt as far as he could go. “C’mon, answer me, baby – tell me you want it.” He needed this. You had to say it. Even as his previous loads clung to your glistening skin – the sound of your voice begging for more was addicting.

Your head drooped, coming to rest against his again as you whined at the lack of friction. His cock was pulsing – on the verge of releasing all of its seed and you craved it like a bitch in heat. Dabi could be so cruel, denying you at the very last moment. “Please, Dabi – stop being a jerk –” you whispered. Dabi’s flat palm smacked against you ass, making you jolt and arch your back. Your breath hitched. The stinging pain only served to make you writhe against him more, desperate to reach your peak.

“Louder. And be nice –” Or else. You felt the hand on your ass heat up – not intensely, but enough to be a clear warning. Dabi wanted you to beg at the top of your lungs. For his sake, as well as to fuck with the person behind the door. The crack in the doorway widened just a smidge, like whomever was watching wanted a better view of the grand finale. Dabi spotted two fingers gingerly retreating from the opening – he recognized those crusty digits everywhere. Shigaraki. Oh, this was hilarious. He turned his attention back to you – drinking in the flushed look on your face as you stubbornly resisted his demands. He smacked you again – marveling at the borderline pornographic moan you let out in response. “C’mon, bitch. Tell me you want it. Scream it.”

You whined – a noise so gratifying, Dabi nearly lost himself then and there. You felt him shiver and tense up. It felt so good. You were barely holding it together, your inner walls flexing and contracting around his thick cock. Sensing you were hanging on by a thread – Dabi saw an opportunity. He bucked his hips – hitting a spot inside of you that had you seeing stars. You gripped onto his shoulder and cried out, finally breaking. “For fuck’s sake, Dabi – fuck me, cum in me, make me your goddamn bitch, please!”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Within the blink of an eye, you were on your back – the old sofa, groaning and creaking under Dabi’s erratic thrusts. His arms pinned you to the cushions – keeping you from sliding off as your body shook beneath him. You could feel his breath on your neck – teeth occasionally grazing against the already bruised skin. Every mark a reminder of who you belonged to. Dabi’s breathing deepened. As did yours. You were so close – licking one of your fingers and shoving it between your bodies to play with your clit. It didn’t take much longer for you to finish. You spasmed, squeezing your thighs around Dabi’s hips – he cursed as your insides tightened around him.

“Look at the door,” he whispered and without thinking, you did – locking eyes with Shigaraki as he fucked you through your orgasm. You screamed – in shock or ecstasy – it didn’t matter. Your voice shattering was enough to push Dabi over the edge. With a few deep thrusts, he buried his pulsing cock within your velvety walls – making sure to drain his balls in the deepest parts of you. Nothing quite like being watched to get his seed flowing. His teeth dug into your shoulder, muffling his satisfied moan against your skin and giving you one last parting gift.

Shigaraki watched your head bop back – satisfied and exhausted. The way your eyes looked when you came was burned into his memory – and the sound of your moans still had his cock standing at attention. He awkwardly hid it behind his hands as he opened the door completely.

“You two need to stop fucking in public areas,” he complained half-heartedly, which made Dabi chuckle. You smacked him in the shoulder. He didn’t even flinch.

Dabi leaned back, eyes drifting down as he pulled his cock from your insides. The sight of his cum sticking to your bodies was almost enough to reignite his desire. Thick, white gunk connecting the two of you forever. For now, though, he was satisfied enough to tap out. “What? You saying you didn’t enjoy the show, crusty?” he said, tucking himself back into his pants and pulling you up into his lap. You felt like sinking through the floor – but Dabi’s confidence made the situation a little more bearable.

Shigaraki’s eyes narrowed, hands fumbling in front of his aching erection. “Shut the hell up. Final warning – stop it, or I’m disintegrating you and the couch. It’s unsanitary.”

“No, not the couch,” you protested sarcastically. “We love this thing!”

Dabi’s eyes landed on Shigaraki but his lips found their home on your tender little neck, giving it a little nip. “Couldn’t look away, could you, boss?” he asked, seeing the other man dissolve into a sputtering puddle in response.

“Shut it, Dabi.” Was all Shigaraki could muster before storming off into his own private room. You heard the door slamming at the end of the hall. He no doubt had some urgent matters to attend to. You couldn't say you didn't find the thought hilarious.

“Did you know he was there this entire time?” you asked, nestling your back into Dabi’s chest. He hummed against your skin affirmatively, reaching his arms to coil around you. “You’re an ass, you know that…”

“Yeah I know, babe, it’s why we get along so well.”

True.

#dabi smut #dabi x y/n #mha dabi #dabi x you #dabi my hero academia #dabi x reader #dabi #ShadesScribbles

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the-90s-music-colosseum · 7 months

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Round 2 Group C Match 2

ATTENTION VOTERS WE ARE TRYING TO ACHIEVE A TIE ON THIS POLL. MARGIN OF 0.2% OR SMALLER WILL MEAN JONNY AND MIKE MOVE ON TO THE NEXT ROUND TOGETHER.

expand for propaganda ↓ (major wall of text warning + videos. very.)

Jonny Greenwood:

"Every art girl's (and boy's) wet dream"

"He wrote the tourist. That's all you need."

"Repeat from my Thom propaganda but he was a part of it so anyways. I had a dream once where I met him and Thom on the street and asked them to sign my Pablo Honey CD, so Thom pushed me into open traffic and I got hit by a car and died and Jonny laughed his ass off. 10/10, my last sight before death was his beautiful face laughing."

"I could probably snap him like a twig but I want to marry him and have 3 children with him before I do that"

"Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose 1/5 of Radiohead. Choose 1/5 of In Rainbows. Choose the man who wrote weird fishes, both Greenwood sisters ,the man in South Park, his telecaster and the stickers on it. Choose the bug Jacqueline Kennedy, his love for literature and poetry, and his lovely lisp. Choose his sublime score for Phantom Thread and his husband Paul Thomas Anderson. Choose the weird amount of straight men who thirst over him in the YouTube comment section. Choose his jawbone. Choose the most pretentious, unpretentious member of the band. Choose his silky hair and his (probably) Dove shampoo. Choose his great knowledge of music theory and how he often disregards it. Choose Astroboy's biggest fanboy (minus maybe Thom. Choose a very hot Alex James who eloped with a fish. Choose Jonny Greenwood. Choose your future. Choose life… Involuntary Trainspotting reference but please vote Jonny over Wario. Oh, and( even though Jonny lives in Italy at the moment), I live in Oxford and if I meet him, I'll tell him that he won."

"He keeps chickens guys, CHICKENS"

"I'm a straight guy but no joke Jonny is hot tbh maybe it's cuz he looks like a chick but like damnnnn"

"He's so gorgeous....kinda like an ant 😍😍😍😍"

Mike Patton:

"Mike didn't consistently wear BDSM masks matched with boiler suits and lick Trevor Dunn on stage just to lose this bracket. Also, if you don't think he's hot in every which way, you clearly haven't seen this: https://youtu.be/gjEbHBafvm0 or this: https://youtu.be/i9_hCjcFNO0 or this: https://youtu.be/Kfq7wHJu21c"

youtube

"Mike Patton collaborated with basically everyone who's anyone in music, and he speaks Italian too. He's great in a live show. And Mr. Bungle is unmatched and unparalleled, full stop."

"HEE HEE HOO HOO HA HA FUNNY WHITE MAN SCREAMS IN MY EAR AND BUSTS IT DOWN SEXUAL STYLE"

"I'm a lesbian but I find him insanely attractive which I think says a lot"

"whenever mike arches his back and screams a part of my soul leaves my body and is shattered by the soundwaves."

"all you need to do to love mike is watch this: https://youtu.be/0gq_Jn41iMM&t=1375 the fact that he blurts that out and then super casually goes into the song leaves me crying with rage and hormones every time I see it"

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#most attractive 90s musician #poll #polls #90s music #tournament #jonny greenwood #radiohead #mike patton #mr bungle #faith no more

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velvrei · 1 year

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CHALLENGE ACCEPTED

summary: robby and the reader go to prom and kyler’s after party, what happens when robby misbehaves and annoys the reader?

pairings: robby keene x female!reader

warnings: smut, season 4? handjobs, semi-public sex (except they don't actually have sex), begging, underage drinking, praise kink, pda (kissing in public), degradation, edging, overstimulation, choking

word count: 3k

author’s note: another early morning post<3 hope everyone has an amazing day and i hope you enjoy!

That content smile your father seldomly showed always uplifted you at the greatest times possible. He didn't smile much, however, when he did, it was for a good reason. Today's reason, it was prom night.

You and your father were very close. He was the type of dad to threaten or even hurt anyone who hurt you. And oh, the advantage of having a filthy rich father. He let you pick out your dress, no matter the price, and then not too long after took your date, Robby Keene, out to buy a tux. You insisted that you would go with though, cause you sensed your dad would doubtlessly have that father-daughters-boyfriend talk about how "if you hurt her I'll hurt you", or "you better treat her how she deserves".

Robby treated you like a queen, which is something your dad observed and it something he appreciated.

Robby constantly told you how perfect you were. He knew how to make you feel appreciated, and you constantly made sure he felt appreciated as well. You and Robby were sublime together.

"Daddy? Robby? Can I come down now?!" You yelled yearningly down the stairs. It was time for your big reveal with your new dress, as they did in basically every teen-movie involving some kind of dance. It was finally your turn, and you got to be escorted by the karate star of your dreams. It was the perfect moment.

"Yes, honey, we're ready."

You began your walk down the stairs, holding the railing to make sure you didn't stumble upon yourself. You looked up and saw your dad holding the phone on it's side, recording with his jaw dropped as one would. You looked beautiful. You had great taste.

Your dress was a gorgeous burgundy, with spaghetti width straps as well as a v cut that ended slowly above your breasts, far enough to make them perk up but you pulled it up until you got past your dad. You didn't feel like getting 'questioned' (which was Terry's replacement word for getting screamed at) on prom night.

Your gaze met Keene's and his jaw was dropped. He looked astonishing in his matching tux. His blazer and pants were jet black, as well as his tie and pocket square.

"Y- You look-" Robby was inarticulate, he was unable to speak.

"Beautiful, honey! I'm so glad I let you pick out your dress. You look amazing. Pretty sure Robby agrees, he's speechless!" Terry smiled brightly and you walked down the last step, instantaneously giving him a bear hug.

"Thank you so much daddy, for everything," You let go of your dad not wanting to crush his soul, "Today has been so perfect and I already know we'll have so much fun." His smile grew hearing your appreciation. He loved you so much, all he needed was to make sure his little girl had fun.

"Yes, thank you so much, Mr. Silver. Thank you for the tux, I'll pay you back when I can-"

"Don't worry about that kid, all I ask for is that you two stay safe. Tonight is supposed to be enjoyable, if you get in fights, first you win, then after the dance or whatever after party I'm sure someone will throw come back to tell me. I will handle it if it needs to be handled afterwards." Hearing those words made you feel safe.

"Of course, if something goes on that doesn't involve us we will disregard the entire situation." Robby looked Terry straight in the eye, but it wasn't a challenging stare per say, more of a 'I've got your back' look.

"Okay! Let me get some pictures and then you two should be on your way!" Terry spoke, searching around for one of his butlers to take a photo of the three of them.

"Ophelia, could you come here and take a picture for me and my two favorite teens, please?" He shouted, and Ophelia came running. She was always your favorite, she was adorable. Brown hair, ocean blue eyes, which was exceptionally rare for her darker skin tone.

"Of course, Mr. Silver." Her voice was always incredibly calming.

Your father's scoff turned into a laugh, "Remember, love, you can call me Terry. I get you work for me and you feel the need to but I really prefer Terry no matter who it is."

Your dad smiled sweetly toward Ophelia, and she smiled back gratefully, ready to take the picture on Terry's phone as he wrapped his arms around the both of you, standing in the middle. 'If he stood on the side it would've looked awkward', was probably something he would say later on.

The picture was taken, along with a few selfies taken by Terry and his long armed, substantial tall figure. Terry escorted the two of you into his lamborghini veneno that he gave you for the night.

Then, you were off to live the night of your dreams.

彡

You arrived to prom in style, you and Robby's whole goal was to make everyone turn their heads and cluelessly wonder how the former criminal bagged Samantha LaRusso's ex-buddy and Yasmine and Moon's current bestie. Sam used to be your friend, but she had messed up way to many times.

Robby quickly jogged to the passenger seat, almost tripping on the cement but he ceased himself and opened your door successfully.

"M'lady," He said, bowing with one hand behind his back then quickly reaching out and helping you out do the car.

"Thank you, kind sir." The playful banter didn't last very long, and no surprise you were the won to end it, "I swear to the devil if these heels ache my feet one more time I will fucking throw them at literally anyone's stupid face-"

Robby shushed you, his finger hovering your sultry lips. It smelled of cologne. How much cologne did he put on that day?

"It's okay, just let me know if it continues so I can sweep you off your feet." He said with a cunning smirk.

You were in for a tedious night of cheesy pick-up lines.

As you walked up to the door, thundering music filled your ears, the smell of school and alcohol filling your nose, which is something you should've expected but didn't in the slightest.

"Okay, if we see Sam or even Miguel, just look for like 2 seconds and look away, let's give them the act that we don't give a fuck. Cause we don't," His arm linked with yours, "Am I correct, Lady Silver?"

"You sure are, Sir Keene."

You slightly pushed passed the coral curtain, your steps in sync as you felt your chest become moderately warm. You both looked to the left of you, seeing Samantha and Miguel together at one of the many punched bowls that were spiked.

As soon as you even felt them notice, you looked away, and straight ahead, your eyes pausing on Moon and Yasmine.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," You heard Sam murmur, you could tell the frustration in her voice even if it was just a careless whisper.

Speaking of careless whispers, you heard the song by George Michael begin playing. You looked Robby directly in the eye and he knew exactly what you wanted. He was ready to go mingle with Kyler and Piper as you did so.

He gave you the gaze of approval, even thought you technically didn't need his permission. You kissed his cheek and ran off with Moon and Yasmine to sing your heart outs as if you were just broken up with and still in love with your former partner. But none of you were actually.

After you sung noisily with your closest friends, not even somewhat embarrassed of how heartbroken you may've sounded, and intensely danced with Robby to LES by Childish Gambino.

"Hey love, I heard our old teacher buddy Stingray is throwing an after party at his place," His eyes met yours and his right hand that was covered in rings found a place in your waist, "Wanna get out of here?" His eyebrows raised, his gaze moved down to your lips then back up to your eyes.

"You know it, baby."

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You and Robby were both been expecting some kind of after party to be held after prom, it was a tradition and it was finally your turn to be apart of it. Your whole night felt surreal.

You and Robby stumbled in through the door, his lips separating from your warm ones as he removed his hands from your waist.

"Aye look at Robby over there getting some, why don't I have that?" Kyler remarked, you could tell his dumbass was already intoxicated, you could smell his breath from a mile away.

"Maybe if you actually became tolerable more girls would be attracted to you," You shook your head with a chuckle.

Robby swiftly moved his hand up to your mouth, turning your chin toward him so you were eye level and wiped off your wet bottom lip as you tried not to internally freak out and played it somewhat normal by fixing his undone tie, maybe you should've have pulled on it as hard as you did outside.

"We'll continue that later," You whispered, then smacked his ass causing him to wince somewhat loudly.

Tory laughed, attempting to get Kyler some water to stay at least some what allegeable, "You alright over there, Keene?" She grabbed a dishrag from the drawer next to her, which she had remembered from the countless times she and the cobra gang had hung out with Stingray in the previous times.

"Yeah," Robby lied with a voice crack.

You laughed, then strolled over to find something else to do, Robby quickly following. "Why do you keep smacking my ass?" He questioned, you could tell he was becoming a frantic mess already. It was only eleven thirty-five post meridiem.

"You've got a voluptuous ass on you, man, if you haven't realized that already," You had smacked it at least seventeen times throughout the night, and it wasn't even close to being finished yet. "Oh?" You ignored his simple remark.

"Why? Do you not like it?"

"I never said that," He laughed and scratched his neck awkwardly.

You hummed, your left hand grasping his tie and your right ran along his stabbing jawline, you raised your lips up to his ear, "You know I wouldn't purposely do anything you're uncomfortable with, right, love?"

You softly kissed below his ear, knowing that was his sweet spot. You heard an almost silent sigh leave his lips, the actions you executed always left him desired for more.

He mumbled a ‘mhm’.

"Use your words, my king."

His knees became week and he almost collapsed in the middle of the room. Your voice was so sexy. "Yes, I know that, Y/N." His voice was raspy and low, as if he just had sexual intercourse although you've just been teasing him with your words.

"Good. Just wanted to make sure," Your nails lightly heaved the soft skin of his face. "Let's go find somewhere more private, shall we?" He nodded eagerly, but then remembered to use his words.

"Please, Y/N."

The sound of him begging quietly in your ear made you get butterflies in the place a little lower than your stomach, you felt your heart skip a beat as you made eye contact, grabbed him by his tie and pulled him in for a kiss, at this point, it didn't even matter if Sam or Miguel saw you.

You winked, then turn around, your fingers still firmly grasping his tie, leading him to find a somewhat empty closet.

Once you did just that, Robby felt his pants get tighter as you closed the door behind the two of you and pushed him up against the door.

You were so enticing. "You look so good, my love," Your hand traced faintly down his chest, he was so aroused his pale cheeks were almost red.

"Please, Y/N."

"Please what, my love? What do you want?" He let out a frustrated groan as your hand advanced lower and lower, stopping at his V-line. "T- touch me."

You enjoyed this side of him, he rarely showed vulnerability, and when he did it was with you. It made you aroused at the thought and sight of him begging for you to touch him.

Your lips firmly pushed against his, your left hand ran into his hair, pulling roughly and he let out an raucous moan. He eagerly pushed his crotch against you in attempt for some class of friction, failing miserably as you caught the act and stepped away, your lips separating.

"How cute, you're impatient," Your words were sweet like honey but what they meant made him stuck. He was officially sexually frustrated because of you, and you were adoring it.

You pushed his blazer off, his button-up displayed his chest beautifully. "Just thought I would help you, cause you seem to be very hot and bothered." He whined at your words.

"Please don't tease me. Please, please just do something. I don't care what it is," God, he was so needy. "Just touch me, Y/N."

You slowly undid the first three buttons of his shirt, leaving the remaining ones together as Robby's hands flit up to both verges of your face. "Y/N. Do something. I'm begging you," You could hear the direct need in his tone, and it made your knees give in.

You couldn't wait any longer to watch your boyfriend lose it.

"Fine."

You moved quickly, your hands swiftly undoing his pants and shoving them down. His boxers joined his pants and you grabbed ahold of him. He let out a needy whimper. "That's what you wanted, wasn't it, love? For me to touch you? You're so fucking needy."

He panted heavily, "You really have a way with words, huh?" He shuttered, his cheeks were bright pink and his hair was slightly messed up from your hands grasping at it.

"Only you would know that," A shiver traveled down his spine as you bent over and spat, then began pumping him faster.

You didn't bother shielding his lips with your free hand because you knew the loudly blasting music would cover his mellow whines and whimpers. "Holy shit." His hand fumbled on the door nob, trying to find something to lean himself on.

You looked him directly in the eye, you then turned him so his back was faced on the inside wall of the colorless closet.

Precum leaked off of him, he watched you in awe as you swiped your thumb across him and brought the remains up, your swollen lips closed around, your tongue worshipped his sweet taste.

He moaned at the sight, everything you did evoked him.

"Your hands are so, fuck," He wasn't able to form a proper sentence so you finished it for him, "Talented? Soft? Perfect? Something along those lines I'm assuming?" You said with a grin, your cocky side began to show, it made him weaker by the second.

"I'm so close, fuck," He whispered as his legs began to shake and his heart began to beat much faster than before. You slowly pulled away, and he suddenly became cold at the loss of your touch. He whined desperately, by now his entire body was alight with arousal and it was really pissing him off how you kept teasing but he knew if he did something about it he would regret it poorly.

"You want to come? Okay, I want to hear you beg for it. I want to hear you explain what you want me to do and then I may just do it." You spoke. He took that as a challenge. Challenge excepted.

He knew just how to make you listen.

"Please, Y/N, please, let me come," He begged with the tiniest smirk you've ever seen, "Please, I'll do anything, I'll be such a good boy for you," You almost moaned but you ceased yourself, "Please, please let me come." He begged.

You looked him in the eye and pumped him as fast as your hand could possibly go, he moaned loudly and began thrusting up to your hand. You wanted him to regret that he ever sassed you, even if it was just a little smirk he gave, however you saw it.

He mouth fell open, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Even after he came, you continued pumping him and he groaned.

Your fingers firmly gripped his throat.

"You really think you can purposely turn me on and not expect any consequences? Think again, Keene, you may have got what you wanted, but oh, honey, I'm going to do so much more than that." He whimpered at your words, and your hand continued loving at the same speed.

You began to get a cramp in your hand but you ignored it and continued your assault by rotating your hand and rubbing your thumb along his tip. "Fuck!"

He came again.

And again.

The overstimulations were enjoyable at first but it eventually became too much, and he begged for you to stop or else he would explode. You knew that. "You gonna be sassy to me?" Your hand tightened on his neck, and you examined his eyes. His pupils were dilating like crazy.

"No, Y/N, I promise I won't. You're in charge, I know that now. I'm so sorry, please forgive me." His attempted apology was like music to your ears. "Are you really sorry?"

"Yes!"

You smirked, and pursued to pump him. "Oh god I'm so close again, please please let this be the last one I w- won't be able to walk." He was a mess. It was beautiful.

"Okay my king, come for me. One last time." Your soft whispers caused him to throw his head back, he didn't care how hard it hit the door or how loud it could've sounded. He shouted your name as he orgasmed, and you swore he was about to cry.

After he finished he almost fell over but you caught him before he could. You put his weight back into the wall and cupped his cheek carefully. "You did so well, honey."

He melted into the warmth of your hand, and he stopped the arise of the red on his cheeks. "Thank you."

It made you happy knowing he trusted you enough to be vulnerable around you. You got him to beg multiple times, even if quite a few seemed sarcastic, he clearly learned his lesson.

He challenged you, and you won. You always won.

#robby keene smut #cobra kai imagine #robby keene x reader #cobra kai #imagines #cobra kai smut

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sanctum-of-ramshackle · 3 months

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🦈Rocking The Boat🩸

[Synopsis]: Azul offered MC/Yuu to perform a gif at the Monstro Lounge and let them choose what kind of performance they would do. Except he didn’t console with them as the Octo-schemer learned too late.

[Gender Neutral Reader]

[WARNING]: Foul language in the song and best advise to lower your volume when listening to the song.

[A/N]: This is one of my favorite songs from Ice Nine Kills when I first listened to their album, “The Silver Scream.” I highly recommend to lower your volume settings since the song can be loud in some parts and wouldn’t want to damage your ears.

[Ice Nine Kills - Rocking The Boat (ft. Jeremy Schwartz)]

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[Monstro Lounge]

MC/Yuu: Are you sure you want me to perform?

Azul: Of course! You must have songs from your world many never heard of until now. It should bring more customers in.

MC/Yuu: Alright, but fair warning: it can get loud. Best to give a disclaimer if there’s anyone who may be sensitive to hearing and flashing lights. We also need a heads-up to any Mer-shark people who are present during the show.

Azul: Why would you need to add that?

MC/Yuu: You’ll see.

[8:30 p.m.]

Jade: Evening everyone. Tonight will be a grand show starring The Prefect from the Ramshackle Dorm. Before we start the special night, there will be warnings of high volumes and flashy light effects. We may also warn Mer-Shark civilians of the show.

Mer-Shark People in the audience: Why would they warn us?

Jade: They informed me it is a song about a great white shark that kills people.

Mer-Shark People: Oooh yeah.

Jade: Now, let the show begin.

[The lights dimmed and smoke effects cover the stage. Then reveals MC/Yuu, with a microphone in hand and inhales…]

MC/Yuu:

SHARK!!!!

Coast guard, this is the Orca. Do you read me?

Four and a half miles due east of Amity Island

This is an official distress call, over

We all know a place

That appears so sublime

But if you dive a little deeper

You'll hit the real bottom line

The head of the town is out there flashing his teeth

A telltale sign about to surface

That there's a monster lurking underneath

They're thrashing around but found

They can't contain the leak

'Cause I've got a fish to fry

That's feeding on the weak

So cast a line for every life they took

It's time to set the-

Lilia, as the supporting lines: Hook!

We're all just floating in a shallow grave

Lilia: Buoyed by the blood of the masses

They'd rather sell out that instead of save

We're all so starving that we've taken the bait

Lilia: You think we would've learned from the past

That the predator will soon become-

Lilia: The prey!

We all know a place

Where the calm flees at night (night, night)

And safe is just a shadow

So we swim towards the light

If this voyage of valor

Put us on deck for death

We'll compare scars with each other

Until our very last breath

Lilia: Yeah!

They're thrashing around but found

They can't contain the leak

'Cause I've got a fish to fry

That's feeding on the weak

So reel it in with every trick in the book

It's time to set the-

Lilia: Hook!

We're all just floating in a shallow grave

Lilia: Buoyed by the blood of the masses

They'd rather sell out that instead of save

We're all so starving that we've taken the bait

Lilia: You think we would've learned from the past

That the predator will soon become-

Lilia: The prey!

Coastguard, this is the Orca again

We need you out here now

The boat is under attack, it's a great white, over

Roger that, ETA fifteen minutes, over

In fifteen minutes we'll be fucking shark bait

Last chance to make amends

Lilia: So try to stay afloat

With sharks like you among us

Lilia: We'll need a bigger boat

Sold us down the river

Lilia: So the rich could stay rich

But now you've been caught

Lilia: So smile…

You son of a bitch

Sinking with the burning embers

Should be any sign of doubt

That this tale will be remembered

And the tide will forever flush them out

We're all just floating in a shallow grave

Lilia: Buoyed by the blood of the masses

They'd rather sell out that instead of save

We're all so starving that we've taken the bait

Lilia: You think we would've learned from the past

That the predator will soon become-

Lilia: The prey!

[After the song was finished, the audience applauded and whistled.]

[After the show]

Azul: Prefect, that was…

Floyd: AWESOME! Shrimpy surprised everyone tonight.

MC/Yuu: Thanks, but you can compliment Lilia for his vocals.. It wasn't easy screaming the parts and had to practice. It woke the Ghosts up because they thought a Banshee came by.

Azul: The song came from your world and based on a killer shark.

MC/Yuu: Yeah, from Steven Spielberg's movie "Jaws". I still get excited to watch parts where Bruce gets his victims in the water.

Azul: You scare me sometimes, Prefect. You really do.

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noah1986 · 11 months

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El señor de la noche...

MDNI

tw: smut / oral sex / vaginal sex.

2 years ago, you met Miguel. 4 dates.

One day he just vanished, leaving you confused and misplaced. Truthfully, you didn’t know much about him, just that he was a geneticist traveling constantly.

After Miguel’s disappearance, you swear on your future that you wouldn’t let anyone approach you to make you fall in love and leave just like that.

The rain on the cement reflected the poor light from the street lamps. Your apartment felt too still. Every single night was too quiet, too empty you missed having someone.

The routine was getting old, cooking dinner, cleaning the kitchen, showering, and going to bed. Sometimes touching yourself to clear your mind.

As you grew tired, you decided to take a shower. Your body felt heavy and somehow your mind was playing games. Catching what seemed to be a red shadow in the corner of your eye.

Your bedroom was cold, as you walked to your closet to grab a hoodie, the light coming from the window was interrupted by a giant black figure.

- “What...”

He got closer...Miguel was wearing Spiderman’s suit, and at that moment, everything clicked. His disappearance.

- “You are him?” It came like a mumble.

To say you were mad at Miguel was wrong at this very moment, you could only feel confusion. The very man that put you in this place full of hesitation and sadness came back like nothing after so long.

- “Sí.” His eyes were like fire without an ounce of remorse. He was broader, full of muscle in every inch of his body. His fangs were more prominent. He looked agitated. Tall as usual.

- Why did you come back after so long? Your eyes are glued to the floor, a heart filled with sadness and the anticipation of the worse.

- “Cause now I can have you without any problem” Miguel went through a lot since the night he left you. Working out all the possibilities to have the best outcome. To have you, all to himself.

- “But Miguel...” Your eyes fixated on his, your chest heaving, so much was going on.

The man you wanted and thought about every night for 8 months after he left was in front of you, looking like an absolute God. No more denying you wanted him all over you, touching every part of your body. You were angry but having him towering over your frame was too much for a mortal.

Miguel has always been like this. Too much presence, power, strength, discipline, and determination.

The hard thing to accept was that you were as attracted to him as you were 2 years ago. Probably more.

His eyes were devouring your nipples that were showing through your thin shirt.

Your mouth and soft skin were screaming to be taken. Miguel wasn’t stupid and noticed the sublime messages.

He captured your lips taking his time with memorizing the taste and feeling of them. His hands didn’t have enough of you grabbing your ass and caressing the skin of your back.

Between moans and gasps for air...

- “Te extrañé tanto muñequita.” You understood enough to know what he meant.

He grabbed your legs and carry you to bed. His arms on each side of your head, wet kisses, from your mouth to your now bare chest. Licking, sucking, and biting your nipples with so much passion, you thought you might come.

- “Tell me what you want” He opened your legs putting each one on his broad, hard muscular shoulders. Teasing you, playing with your clit in between his fingers, saying dirty things with his eyes going from yours to your clothed pussy.

- “Make me yours” Pleading eyes and moans were more than enough to send him into oblivion. The materialization of all his dreams is right in front of him.

- “Oh I will, but first I’m going to ruin you” Miguel was possessed by his worst demons, lust, and anger, and he let himself be consumed. The lust of dreaming every night with your presence and the anger of having to leave you.

He ripped your panties and open your lips, licking all the moisture coming from your hole, making circles, up and down until your clit was so swollen you couldn’t even talk, your hands touching his while his claws were restraining your thighs from moving. Miguel was an animal and you were his prey crying, asking for help. Your orgasm showered you with bliss and he didn’t stop licking you, collecting your juices mixed with his saliva.

His knees hit the mattress, grinning like a feral monster ready to take every orgasm he could claim.

- “Miguel...” Came like a whisper, almost nonaudible.

Grabbing your legs and leaving wet kisses all over them, sucking your fingertips, caressing your thighs, ready to break you with his cock.

- “I’m going to make you scream my name so much your neighbors will know it.” He was determined to show you how much he has craved your skin since the moment he met you. He never touched you in such a way at the beginning. And after he left he only dreamt about having you for at least only one night.

It was everything about you that drove him insane. Your smile, eyes, hair, and the way your delicious ass stretched your leggings.

Tonight he had you all for himself. He grabbed your hips and turned you around, getting you on all fours, he rubbed slowly your clit and penetrate you, waiting a few seconds to give you the time to adjust to his size.

He fucked you mercilessly, almost disconnected from reality with all the pleasure he felt from your moans and whimpers, how warm and tight you were.

In and out. Spanking you and telling you the most obscene things.

“Quiero que te vengas hasta que no puedas más”

“Me encanta este culo”

“Me pones loco”

“You want a baby?”

“My fucking slut, this pussy is fucking mine”

For a moment everything was too much and you let yourself go, cumming as he followed you. The warmth of his semen all over your pussy, you wanted him, always like this. He captured your moans with his lips. He was hovering over you leaving soft kisses on your shoulder.

He took care of you, making sure you were cleaned. In his mind, nothing could be better than this. Finally, he was home.

After a few moments in bed, talking nonsense and laughing Miguel went quiet and deep in thought, your head resting on his chest. Whispering

“Perdóname por como me fui, no dudes que te pense cada día” His forehead touching yours, and smiling.

“Te amo, muñeca”

“Me too”

#miguel o' hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #spiderman smut #spiderman 2099 #spiderman atsv #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #spiderman fic #spiderman oneshot

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dangermousie · 6 months

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The jealousy sequences in today's eps were amazing. Like - this sums up the whole triangle. (Side note: Zhang Zhe is amazing and by far the best/most suitable of the three men but alas...I do love my murder meowmeow XW though!)

His incredulous anger? AMAZING!!! He is so jealous he cannot contain it and the delicious thing is neither of them realizes it.

Ahahaha he is projecting so hard on Yan Lin he should get a medal. But then Yan Lin is his beloved baby cousin so he could sublimate this way; he cannot with ZZ.

That's a huge, jealous (though not incorrect) leap from her "I admire him for helping me" and it's glorious. And she totally has a point - he's her teacher/frenemy, not lover or family member, what business is it of his? But aaaaaaa he is so jealous he's going to get ulcers.

Your kinks are a bit extreme, young man. But seriously, he's projecting SO SO SO SO HARD!!! (Also, this is the first Bai Lu drama where I don't get the vibe that she'd domme the hell out of her OTP in bed. More like they'd take turns.)

I love that while she's smarter this go around, her impetuous nature is still there; I think the schemer in him is actually drawn to it. But also - yes, neither realizes it - but she is open with him because she subconsciously realized she can trust him, and it's huge, and they are both oblivious. I don't know what's eating him more though - thought that she thinks he's nice (the horror!) or the anger that he's not special to her, she'd treat anyone this way. And it's all underlaid with the panic that if she's too open, she's in danger.

Screaming into my hands, putting my hands down and just screaming unimpeded into the air. This this THIS is his attitude in life 1 explained!!!!

He is not wrong, but the delicious irony because I am spoiled and he will indeed end up having her used to control him. LIKE!!!! He will know all the pitfalls of vulnerability and still not be able to hide his feelings sufficiently. I cannot take this gloriousness!!!

And what he says is not to protect just himself/herself but the object of affection too, isn't it? I love that she realizes where he is coming from - the revelation on her face (because it shows he's concerned for her) even if she does not realize he loves her and also loved her in life 1.

But of course, also - this attitude might keep you safe but it will also lose you any chance with the person you love (see life 1.) He won't be able to keep his feelings shut as much this go around and ultimately that's going to be his path to a happy ending. MMMM

#cdrama #zhang ling he #bai lu #story of kunning palace

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odditycircus-2002 · 5 months

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Based on this song

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Now imagine this in the old era before Mortal Kombat 1: Medusa!Reader manages to make her way into Kotal Khan’s court after being vouched for by Reptile. While Kotal Khan is, understandably, suspicious of the woman that used to work for Shang Tsung (but unaware you were anything more than a trophy wife) you showed no prominent desire or allegiance to Mileena or the deceased Shao Khan. Although, you did win his favor by dutifully serving Kotal alongside Reptile, whom you’ve seen to grow deeply attached to, and when you revealed D’Vorah to be a double agent for the Fallen Elder God Shinnok. Meanwhile, Reptile continued to court you the Saurian way and grew deeper and deeper in love with you. You who seemed so elegant, intelligent, faithful, and ruthless when need be. Reptile even went as far as to gift you a flower thought to be long extinct from Zattera, as a token of his undying devotion to you.

Yet, it was all a ruse. In reality, you were a snake in the garden disguised as a rose. You had your own agenda and priorities, which you kept under lock and key by acting submissive to those in power. You exposed D’Vorah because, while her allegiance to Shinnok meant the destruction of Outworld, you refused to let Quan-chi or any of his allies destroy it. No, Outworld will crumble and fall by your hands. Which is why you kept in contact with Mileena unbeknownst to Reptile and Kotal, and plotted with her.

Your plans came to fruition during a Ball Kotal held for all those in power and nobles of Outworld. You danced with Reptile seemingly smitten with the Saurian, to which everyone else looked at with contempt and disgust. Not you though, with your loving smile and how you kissed his cheek. Eventually, getting sick of the looks from everyone else, Reptile excused you and him to have a private moment on one of the palace’s balconies. There, Reptile popped the question and asked you to be his mate for life. You give an amused smile as you turned him down, stating that there’s no point as it wouldn’t be long anyways. This confused the Saurian we’d body suddenly seized up as if every nerve in his body turned to ice, thanks to the lipstick you laced with paralyzing Kytinn poison. You calmly stepped away from the growing puddle of acidic drool.

You admit to the last Saurian that while you are genuinely fond of him and appreciates his devotion, he’s really more of a pet to you. Shang Tsung on the other hand was more of your equal. You revealed to Reptile as he writhed from his circulatory system shutting down, that you weren’t just Shang Tsung’s wife but his partner. You reminisce how the late Sorcerer made life invigorating and sublime until Shao Khan took that all away from you. At that, you took the rare flower that Reptile gifted you, that you placed earlier on your head, and threw it to the ground and grind it beneath your heel. If you can’t make Dhao Khan pay, then you’ll make his legacy, Outworld, pay his debt. If Reptile could cry, he probably would. But you shushed the Saurian and cooed condescendingly that you won’t destroy him, as he’d make a most rare addition to your garden. So you turn him into stone while capturing his heartbroken expression. You giggle and give one last kiss to his snout before you walk away to watch the rest of your plan unfurled.

You smiled and hummed to yourself at the sound of screams and blood curdling howls as guests at the parties met their end from the Tarkatans you let in, after poisoning Kotal’s guards. You walked into the main room just in time to watch the carnage and mayhem, as one by one, nobles and generals alike were torn to shreds by the Tarkatans or choked on their own blood from making the mistake of drinking from the wine offered. At the center, was Kotal Khan fighting for his life, swinging his sword in large strokes against the hordes of Tarkatans who fall to his blade easily. It won’t be long now before Mileena descends on the Osh-tek to reclaim her throne. Putting you one step closer to your goal.

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geminibsworld · 5 months

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it had been almost three months since we last spoke. skye was sad, so sad she went back to her natural color, black. well she tried, more like a black with a plum finish. it was may, and it was hot. her car didn't have working ac, which is fine as long as her windows will actually work. she pulled shorts up her pale legs sliding on her checkered vans, before slipping out the door to the car. her shirt hung carelessly off her shoulder, skye had gotten a new tattoo on her colorbones. they were still quite sore, but at least she looked cool. that's what she thought anyways. she rolled down her windows turning on sublime, her waves flew everywhere messily as she stuck an arm out the window moving with the beat. the spring and summer made skye feel good,but unfortunately they're not helping her with tom. she wants to apologize and let him know the truth but she's frightened at the idea that he leaves.

she pulled into the school parking in the back when she climbed out of the car. sligging her backpack over she shoulder, she walked inside of the school. she notices Tom's figure, she wants to approach him but can't help and see Maddie on his side, arm around her shoulder.

she wanted to scream, to yell at tom, she wanted to tell him how she felt. she looked away walking to her locker, pretty close to them. as she's putting things away, and moving things into her bag, she can't but feel his gaze. she knows it's him because no one else did this to her. she looked at him, his showed little emotion. she wanted to cry then and there, apparently a tear or two slipped down her cheeks. skye gasped wiping her cheeks quickly turning them a pink color, before walking off. Tom's neck nearly broke snapping to follow her, he loosened his grip on Maddie watching skye. Maddie rubbed his arm smiling, he smiled a small smile before looking back to where skye was, and she was gone. tom pulled away from Maddie soon as the bell rang, he was about to graduate and be done with this school. he knew a way to get skyes attention, he'd throw a party.

♤

"your white boy is throwing a party," Elizabeth's laugh erupted skyes ears, skye scrolled on her phone lazily. Elizabeth was over and they had barely said a word to each other. skye eyed Elizabeth before replying coolly.

"we should go," Elizabeth laughed.

"yeah and do what? so you can end up fucking him and crying? what he did to you wasn't fair," skye laid her head down on her bed, closing her eyes.

"he said he loved me," skye breathed out, her friend gasping very loud and dramatically.

"okay and? he is literally just a man, there's plenty out there," Elizabeth's voice echoed in her ears, she was determined to go to the party.

♧

tom was drinking, he never drank either. he didn't like it that much, no control is what he didn't like. he wasn't drunk but was feeling himself. he was dancing with all his friends, jumping, singing, he felt so free and happier than ever. he was grinning when he turned around and saw skye. her hair so dark, and her skin as pale as ever. her eye make up brightened her aqua colored eyes in the most perfect way. she was talking to a guy, smiling, her little devious smirk appeared across her lips. tom knew that smirk all too well.

'yes daddy,' that smirk, he wanted to kiss her then and there. take her away from that guy, and touch her, remind her she is his flower, princess, baby, ruby, and now a raven. he watched as that guy pulled her outside to his back porch, Tom's jaw clenched. he had to follow.

"I'll be back," he said to one of his friends, before the friend could reply he walked to the glass door in the back, music loudly played as he was trying to listen through the door. he knew he looked crazy, but he couldnt help it. he loved her, love made him feel crazy and he didn't care.

skye was laughing with a man, named Sam, outside when Sam pointed something out.

"is that your boyfriend?" she turned around and saw tom with his ear pressed against the window, very shamelessly. her eyes turned big, and she turned to Sam.

"uh, no, but he is just a friend," that hurt her to say, they definitely weren't just friends. they shared too many intimate close memories together. her heart ached, before slamming back her drink.

"I'll be back," she mumbled walking towards the door, yanking it open. Tom's eyes went wide as he lost his balance and fell back ever so slightly. she gasped, and went to grab his hand. he stared at her, the world in slow motion, the background sounds, the people, all gone.

she grabbed his large hand, steadying, him. his hand went to her small waist pulling her into him. she gasped, he was hugging her. she went rigged, and pulled away. she looked up, he was staring at her. lips apart, hair mess, and his eyes wide.

"I'm sorry," he pulled back from her even more, she grabbed another drink and downed it like it was nothing avoiding eye contact.

"so can I ask why you had been watching me, or listening to me?" she shouted over the music, tom steaded himself against the kitchen counter. his arms crossed over his chest.

"oh fuck off," tom started, skyes furrowed her brows.

"excuse me?" he laughed in her face.

"why do you pretend to care?" he asked, his eyes searching her face. "you've never cared about me or my feelings,"

"what're you talking about tom I don't understand, we haven't talked in months and before that we shared a lot of time together, so excuse me for being a little freaked out because you said you loved me! we were supposed to be friends with benefits, not lovers!" skye yelled at him, the music covering their conversation. thank God, she thought, no ones paying attention to them.

"because you asked me to! I left you alone like you asked, skye!" she clenched her jaw and squeezed her fists.

"because I fucking care about you tom," before she could finish, tom started going off.

" I have thought about you every single day since the day we met, every waking second, minute, hour. I thought about you skye, then when we started to get closer I realized how beautiful you were on the inside as well of the outside. my heart aches for you, and you only. I've never felt this before, for no one. it's new to me too, but I'm not fucking scared like you. you may be able to attack people, but you have other emotions other than anger too. I've noticed how you look at me, how you touch me, how you smile and laugh more with me," he stepped closer, skye gulped falling into the other side of the counter.

"you love me, just admit it," tom was so upset, his eyes brimming with tears. skye swallowed, eyes avoiding his.

"I fucking knew it, you're too scared," he spat at her, skye started to cry.

"you're an asshole, tom." she whimpered, wiping her face. he laughed, before turning to walk away before stopping at the entrance.

"I love you, skye. don't think I don't,"

she wasn't going to let him walk away, she couldn't not this time.

"tom wait!" she yelled, following closely behind him, "hear me out," he turned to her, his face hardened.

"what?" he grumbled, skye grabbed both of his hands rubbing the top of them gently with her thumbs. he looked down as her soft hands rubbed his big ones, in a comforting way.

"look, tom," she sighed, closing her eyes, started crying. full on sobbing. her breathing erratic, tom put his feelings aside before leaning down to her height. his heart hurt, he pulled her into a tight, warm hug. she cried helplessly into his chest, tom looked around and pulled her into his bathroom. he got her inside, closing the door behind him, and locking it. he grabbed a rag from under the sink.

"sit," he said, getting the rag wet with cold water to help with the puffiness. she sat on the edge of the sink, her eyes more green than ever from her crying. he dabbed the rag underneath her eyes, gently. she stared at his face as he did this with concentration, she grabbed his hand pulling it away before saying,

"tom, I do love you," she said, quietly. "I've had a lot of people, come and go, and I couldn't let that happen with you. you make me feel warm, wanted, needed even." he stared at her, his lips parting slightly before closing his mouth nodding at skye. they loved each other. this is all he wanted.

"you've invaded my heart, body, and soul. I can't not think about you, or our time together. you make me want to be alive," skye said, placing a hand on his jaw rubbing it softly. he leaned into her touch, closing his eyes softly before fluttering them open. skye waited for a response before tom took her into a passionate, hungry, kiss.

he kissed her like she was his oxygen to breathe, like he needed to kiss her. their lips together, molding perfectly. she was his missing piece. he needed her like she needed him. she kissed back with the same fire, he slipped his hands into her hair tugging gently. she whimpered into his mouth, oh God, her whimpers. he couldn't fuck her now, wouldn't feel right to him. he wants to show her he loves her.

he pulled away, breathlessly and when he opened his eyes and looked at her. he realized he'd never love her more. her lips and cheeks red, her hair slightly unstraightened, he grabbed her hair with two fingers playing with the ends not taking his eyes off of his beautiful girl.

"I want to show you something,"

♧

she drove him to her house in silence. his hand in hers, fingers between fingers. she didn't dare look his way, she wanted him to come inside and spend the night with her. they completely abandoned the party, his party. but he didn't care, he just wanted to be with her. he would take care of the mess another time.

they pulled into her place, they both thought about that kiss in the car. their first kiss, they both thought about it as she turns off the car. she opens the door, tom follows behind her closely. she unlocked the door, quietly.

the whole house was quiet, tom looked around. a family lived here, he had never even met her family before.

"they're all asleep, follow me quietly." her voice barely above a whisper, tom looked around the home. no pictures, a box TV and a small love seat with a recliner. her hand grabbed his pinky, gently pulling him up the stairs, pulling him past 2 doors, before they reached her room

she walked in, pulling him in quickly, shutting the door behind. he looked around her room, white walls with posters and a tapestry. yellow Christmas lights laced the top by the ceiling. her floors wooden and older, her bed lay on the floor with fluffy pillows and blankets.

tom watched at skye moved things around before taking off the clothes she was wearing in, he watched her body as she slid the dress down her legs as she grabbed a large t shirt off the floor. tom cleared his throat looking away, as skye turned back to him. he couldnt help but want her in everyway. skye sat next to him on the bed, his eyes leaving her pale legs. she sighed staring out the window, Tom's eyes traced her body from her legs up to her face. she was truly beautiful in every way.

"you're incredible," he whispered, eyes not leaving her face. she looked over at him, placing a small kiss on his cheek. so innocent but not.

"tom, I really mean what I said earlier," skye said, barely above a whisper. tom stared at her, nodding.

"I know, and I meant what I said too," she nodded, he grabbed her face placing a soft kiss to her lips. her hand rubbing his stubble, she kissed back gently. he was so gentle with her, it was different. this was different, so much more tender. she climbed atop of him stradding him, his hands rubbed her back softly, he leaned back on his elbows staring up her. her hair messy, in loose waves. his fingers pulled at her hair gently, her pale skin in the moon light was possibly the prettiest sight he's ever seen. she leaned down, placing a slow kiss to his lips. her fingers found his buttons, his fingers twisted in her hair. she whimpered quietly, unzipping his pants before palming him in the kiss. he groaned into her mouth sending vibrations into her. she traced her fingers up and down him, teasing him, pulling away from the kiss. she leaned down, pulling his pants and underwear down. tom hissed, as she jerked him spitting on his cock. before sliding her tongue up his shaft, his hips jerked.

“mhm fuck baby,” he breathed, his hand grabbing her hair. she took him into his mouth, bobbing up and down. “fuck babygirl,”

she hummed in response, going lower and lower every time she went down. tom’s head went back in pleasure before looking up at her. she was bent over, her back arched and her ass in the air, tom moaned quietly before his hands found her ass. clenching the skin, spanking her. she moaned on his cock, slurping him up and down, spit covering him. his fingers slowly inched towards her hot wet heat. his index finger gently rubbed between her folds as skye gagged on him, spit dribbling down her chin as she sits up to breathe before going down again. she went faster as tom, rubbed between her puffy folds her getting wetter and wetter.

“mhm baby, i need you,” he moaned, she sat up, tom wasted no time grabbing her, pulling her into his lap, she positioned herself over him before lowering herself down.

“fuck,” she breathed, tom wrapped his arms around her taking over, their chests touching, their skin wet and hot. he lifted his hips to meet hers, as she bounced on him. he grabbed her throat, pulling her lips to his.

their lips hungry for each other, his fingers tangled in her hair. she moaned into the kiss, his tongue slipped in and wrestled hers. their moans, whimpers, and grunts were the only sounds in the house. he pulled her down so she lay on top and as he lays on his back. his hands on her ass, helping her bounce. her juices covering his cock, she clenched around him whimpering into his month. skye pulled away from tom, as he lay flat she ground herself on him, moaning a way.

“fuck my flower,” skyes heart fluttered, whimpering at she bounced on him. the name that started it all.

“you feel so fuckin good,” tom’s hips meeting her, she cried out her nails digging into his chest. he hissed at her, his fingers clenching her hips leaving bruises forsure.

“fuck-daddy,” she whimpered, tom cried out. she clenched around him, “i-i love you tom,”

“fuck princess, i love you most,” he said, letting go and finishing in her, filling her up. they both sat quietly as she climbed off of him, and went to pee. tom climb into her bed, still naked waiting for her.

she climbed in next to him, facing him in the moonlight. his fingers tracing her skin, she placed a small kiss to his forehead. he smiled, tiredly.

“promise to be my flower forever?” he asked, his voice hoarse and tired. skye nodded, their fingers interlocked. their foreheads touching, “i promise, as long as you promise to be mine,”

“always baby,” she heard him whisper, as she closed her eyes. finally feeling at peace.

she was his flower, and he was her tom.

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🎵 The Insulindian Miracle

BACKYARD WALL - Just an ordinary wall. Nothing to see here.

[Conceptualization - Impossible 18] Why am I looking at this wall?

+2 In the dimming light, some things become clearer. +1 You have a keen aesthetic sensibility. +2 Cindy's artistic impulses are infectious. +1 Dresscode: Pseudo-SKULL.

This is the most bonuses we can get on this check.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Impossible: Success] - Because -- you see it, finally -- this wall is *sublime*! LOOK AT IT! The shadows, the colours...

(Let the conceptual joy flow into your pupils and blossom into thoughts in your brain.)

CONCEPTUALIZATION - All the other walls on all the other houses must make a pilgrimage in adoration of this, the uncontested pinnacle of wall-craft. Colour peeled from the very face of god.

More!

CONCEPTUALIZATION - O WALLFATHER!

+1 Morale

"Kim! I *must* paint this wall, add even MORE beauty to it."

No. There is nothing to add to perfection. (Back off.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "Huh?"

EMPATHY [Trivial: Success] - He sounds tired of it all.

CONCEPTUALIZATION - You already have the heavy fuel oil to use as paint -- it's red! -- and Cindy the SKULL has a paintbrush. This is on.

"First, I know you're tired, Kim, but take another look at this wall. Draw *nourishment* from its beauty."

"I already have the paint. Just need to get a paintbrush from Cindy the SKULL."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Mhm, sure." The lieutenant looks up at the wall reluctantly, then back at you.

"I already have the paint. Just need to get a paintbrush from Cindy the SKULL."

KIM KITSURAGI - He sighs, then adds in a resigned tone: "If you must."

New task: Add even more beauty to the wall

[Leave.]

Hey, Cindy?

CINDY THE SKULL - "Hello again, officers. Have you come to admire my mural?"

6. "Cindy, I'm going to need your paintbrush.""

CINDY THE SKULL - "What for?"

"I'm doing renovation. It's boring, but necessary."

"For my motor carriage. We're going undercover."

"The apocalypse is coming. I need to warn people."

"For art. It's for art, okay?"

CINDY THE SKULL - "But boring. You're not using my lovely brush to spread boredom."

2. "For my motor carriage. We're going undercover."

CINDY THE SKULL - "I ain't helping no pigs fool honest, upstanding citizens. I'm not an *antisocial element*."

3. "The apocalypse is coming. I need to warn people."

+1 Apocalypse Cop

CINDY THE SKULL - "What do you think I'm trying to paint here -- a mural for a better tomorrow? Why do you really need it?"

4. "For art. It's for art, okay?"

CINDY THE SKULL - "Well, if it's for *art*... But..." Her eyes narrow to slits. "What kind of art are we talking about?"

"To be honest, I haven't really thought of anything yet… But I'm sure I will."

"Everything is sad and shit and we need art to make it okay. Just give me the brush."

"*Grand* art. Art DeLuxe. The artsy-est, the most ground breaking, the..."

+1 Sorry Cop

CINDY THE SKULL - "Sounds like you're just about to live out your self pity, not make a statement. I can't have shit art on my conscience."

"Cool. No brush then. Not a problem."

"You'll see. You will *all* see and tremble."

"To crush a man's dreams like that… I hope you're happy."

CINDY THE SKULL - "Yeah... Not gonna hold my breath, piggy. You look like you'd suck. At... everything really," she quickly adds.

This check has a -2 *penalty* for the SKULL-fit. Better change.

HALF LIGHT- Tremble. THE TIME IS NOW. τὰ ὅλα.

What time?

Yeah... I don't think the time is *now*. Later maybe. [Leave.]

HALF LIGHT- Time for THE SHOW. For τὰ ὅλα. The hallowed time of fear and disintegration. A countdown has begun. All will collapse on itself. The world will disappear into a single grain of blackness. All sound will be muted. All life will scream.

What time?

τὰ ὅλα? What's that?

Wait, wait -- when did this *countdown* begin?

This is because of the insane world-ending I've been saying isn't it? (Proceed.)

Yeah... I don't think the time is *now*. Later maybe. [Leave.]

HALF LIGHT- οῦ λόγου δ' ἐόντος ξυνοῦ ζώουσιν οἱ πολλοὶ ὡς ἰδίαν ἔχοντες φρόνησιν.

3. Wait, wait -- when did this *countdown* begin?

HALF LIGHT- Monday morning. The moment you arrived in this reality. You are the first crack in the sheer face of god. From you it will spread.

5. Yeah... I don't think the time is *now*. Later maybe. [Leave.]

HALF LIGHT - No. You cannot *leave*. The countdown has not yet reached XERO.

4. This is because of the insane world-ending I've been saying isn't it? (Proceed.)

HALF LIGHT - Yes. You spoke the words of the παλίντροπος, and the houses of Perikarnassis. Items, people, even WORDS will tumble, all will lose its meaning in the coming years. That is why you marked yourself.

Am I sure it's not just a joke, or some kind of coping mechanism?

I'm... a little afraid.

I *do* think the world might end soon. (Opt in.)

Uhm… yeah, I'm going to opt out of the 'παλίντροπος' whatever it is. This was a mistake. (Opt out.)

HALF LIGHT - It's *totally* also a coping mechanism.

2. I'm... a little afraid.

HALF LIGHT - So you should be. The world island crumbles at your feet and in the far plain -- παλίντροπος.

VOLITION [Trivial: Success] - Perhaps -- just a thought -- this has something to do with the hangover?

3. I *do* think the world might end soon. (Opt in.)

HALF LIGHT - The face of the woman fractures. There will be herd killing. We all become vapour.

Thought gained: Cop of the Apocalypse

COP OF THE APOCALYPSE

Temporary research bonus: -1 Rhetoric: Rambling madness Research time: 6h 55 m

You woke up in a hotel room and started rambling about the end of the world. It's not your normal everyday doom-crying, either. Something truly colossal is approaching -- the Gloaming. The Culling. The Bloodletting of Unimaginable Proportions. Until now you've been *pleasantly* vague about the precise nature of this cataclysm. No more! Put the Bloodletting on the burner and *really* figure out what's threatening the fragile physical reality you just found yourself in.

6. [Conceptualization - Impossible 18] Attempt to explain your artistic intentions.

+1 You're aware of Cindy's living conditions.

This... still doesn't seem very doable, but I guess there's nothing for it but to try.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Impossible: Failure] - They do say the painter always paints his own portrait.

"I'm going to paint a self-portrait, but sort of, you know, *from the inside*, to show people what it's like."

Man, that's lame...

CONCEPTUALIZATION - No-no. It's great.

"I'm going to paint a self-portrait, but sort of, you know, *from the inside*, to show people what it's like."

CINDY THE SKULL - "That's pretty fucked up, even for you, piggo."

"Stop belittling me, Cindy!"

"What if I add some interpretive dance?"

"Okay, I won't do that. Please just give me some paint and a brush. I need to do some art."

CINDY THE SKULL - "Stop quivering like jello, then you won't get fucked."

-1 Morale

VOLITION [Easy: Success] - But that would mean he *doesn't* say every pathetic thing that pops in his head.

2. "What if I add some interpretive dance?"

CINDY THE SKULL - She looks you up and down. "I think everyone would rather you didn't."

3. "Okay, I won't do that. Please just give me some paint and a brush. I need to do some art."

CINDY THE SKULL - "You're a real sad sack, you know that? Go ahead, then." She drops the paintbrush at your feet. "Art it up. Just try not to hurt yourself. And *no self portraits*."

"Thanks, Cindy." (Pick up the brush.)

Item gained: Cindy's brush

CINDY THE SKULL - "Sure, any time. Us *shit* artists have to help one another." She looks down at the wall and frowns. "Besides, I was out of fuel oil anyway."

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - She only gave it to you because she doesn't see you as competition.

As implied here, Cindy will actually *not* give us the brush if we succeed in impressing her here.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - The right idea is not coming to her. It's excruciating.

You know what you've got in that fuel canister you scavenged from your Kineema? Red-dyed heavy fuel oil. Paint and a brush -- you're ready to do this.

6. "Catch you later, Cindy." [Leave.]

CINDY'S BRUSH

A paintbrush belonging to Cindy the Skull, an aspiring artist. Its bristles smell nauseatingly of heavy fuel oil. Specks of red, orange, and green paint cover the aluminium ferrule.

We won't paint the wall right now, but we're also going to very quickly talk to Joyce while we're out here.

JOYCE MESSIER - "You're back. Good." She takes a sip from her silvery thermal cup. "What can I help you with?"

2. "So I've been dealing with Evrart again..."

JOYCE MESSIER - "Hmh," she nods with well-contained curiosity.

VOLITION [Trivial: Success] - She's not even asking you anything. It's so easy to just say...

4. "He asked me to open a door."

JOYCE MESSIER - "A referral, you mean? I take it this was for someone in the RCM..." She waves her hand. "Don't answer that."

DRAMA [Challenging: Success] - My liege, this woman has half-convinced herself already. All it would take is a little nudge...

"Yes, a referral."

"No, I mean like a real door. To someone's house."

JOYCE MESSIER - She nods, carefully, as though handling a match near a powder keg. "Such referrals may sometimes get you information from a man like Evrart," she says, raising an eyebrow. "Did it?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Detective, I advise you to be *very* selective with what information you choose to share. This may have consequences beyond our line-of-sight."

"The Union's militant wing organized the lynching."

"Evrart says the Wild Pines sent mercenaries after the Union -- and now one's dead."

"Evrart asked the Union's militant wing to fully cooperate with the investigation."

"I told him about the mercenary tribunal -- he didn't seem too worried."

"That's all I've got to say."

JOYCE MESSIER - "Yes," she leans slightly closer: "That's the talk about town. The *Hardie boys* they're called..." A crooked smile returns to her face. "I find the name rather amusing, honestly."

2. "Evrart says the Wild Pines sent mercenaries after the Union -- and now one's dead."

JOYCE MESSIER - "Misinformation..." She shakes her head vigorously. "This is all because we haven't shared information on the lynching yet. See, already the adversary uses it to their advantage. Don't let him."

"Hurry up on that probe. The moment you tell me you're finished at the traffic jam, I will *gladly* tell you the company's side of the story."

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - She must really want you to look into the drugs -- otherwise she'd tell you.

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - She was *worried* for a moment. That she's overplayed her hand by not sharing info sooner. Then she settles down, curious to hear more.

Didn't we already do that? This may have been the wrong dialogue.

3. "Evrart asked the Union's militant wing to fully cooperate with the investigation."

JOYCE MESSIER - "How benevolent," she thinks for a second. "Hopefully they'll help you sort this whole business out... if they haven't already?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "While we appreciate your assistance, ma'am, I'm afraid we can't discuss the specifics of an ongoing investigation with you."

JOYCE MESSIER - She nods. "That is only fair."

"I have reason to believe the lynching was a cover-up."

"I've said all I can."

JOYCE MESSIER - "Oh my... *very* interesting. So the militant wing is protecting one of their own..."

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - Her mind races to the conclusion that most benefits her interests. That doesn't mean she's wrong, though.

JOYCE MESSIER - "It looks like you may untie this knot yet!" Her eyes smile and a tingle runs down your spine.

+5 XP

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Easy: Success] - There's something in you that really likes the way she's looking at you just now.

+1 Morale

4. "I told him about the mercenary tribunal -- he didn't seem too worried."

JOYCE MESSIER - "Brinkmanship -- or sabre-rattling... Was he surrounded by *Union men* he wanted to impress?"

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - No. It was more like he wanted things to get *worse* -- in secret of course.

"We were alone. And he seems very sure of his ability to keep things in control."

"He wasn't trying to impress anyone. I think he *wants* things to escalate."

"You're right. He was probably just showing off to me."

JOYCE MESSIER - "Or he wants you and me to *believe* he wants to go to war."

DRAMA [Challenging: Success] - Of course. Brinkmanship takes showmanship. We should have seen it before, in his office. He might well have been performing for us.

KIM KITSURAGI - "There's always that risk, ma'am. But if I may offer my opinion..."

"He means it."

"I think he may have just been messing with us."

"Kim's right. I'm pretty sure he meant it."

JOYCE MESSIER - "I'll think it over, detective. Thank you for relaying this information to me."

+5 XP

VOLITION [Medium: Success] - She tries to hide it, but some *great doubt* is spreading within her. There is a crown slowly cracking above her head.

What's this *great doubt* you're talking about?

"Ma'am? Is everything alright?"

VOLITION - You can't say. Only that she's hiding the magnitude of it from you.

"Ma'am? Is everything alright?"

JOYCE MESSIER - "What? Yes, of course. Everything's fine. Perhaps there's more gossip you'd like to share?"

5. "That's all I've got to say."

JOYCE MESSIER - "What you've said is quite enough. You have given me a lot to consider -- and may have helped me prevent this conflict from escalating."

SUGGESTION [Medium: Success] - Hear that, hero? Feels good, doesn't it? You should relay confidential information more often.

5. "He asked me to deliver an envelope."

JOYCE MESSIER - "Sounds like he has you running errands, detective. A well-established dominance ritual..." She thinks. "Where did he have you deliver it?"

"To a nameless settlement, down the coast. Nearby."

"Nowhere. Let's change the topic."

JOYCE MESSIER - "Ah yes, I've been meaning to go there..." She looks over the bay.

EMPATHY [Trivial: Success] - With longing... clear and simple longing. Strange. Why does she want to go there?

"He wants to build a youth centre here. For the children of Martinaise."

"You're quite fond of this village, aren't you?"

"So you're sad you can't buy the place?" (Conclude.)

JOYCE MESSIER - "A youth centre with Edgar Claire's statue on top of it..." Her eyes run across the water, remorsefully.

"Go ahead, help him. Make it so. I have no power to stop him."

2. "You're quite fond of this village, aren't you?"

JOYCE MESSIER - "I should be." She nods -- there's that crooked smile again. "In my youth I had a brief dalliance here in Martinaise. He was an older man, with impossibly broad shoulders..."

"He's probably dead by now -- even his shack is long gone… not that it matters. These buildings are all carbon copies of one another."

"When you were a teen? *Slumming* it, like you told me before?"

"You've been to Martinaise before?"

JOYCE MESSIER - "I'm glad to see your *short-term* memory appears intact. In any case, I wasn't a *teen* anymore, I would have been in my early twenties. I remember a distinctly *vile* disco track..."

"Disco isn't vile."

"Disco *is* vile."

"Sounds like you miss those times."

JOYCE MESSIER - "It is -- but not as vile as me..." She looks over the bay, her green eyes shining.

"Sounds like you miss those times."

JOYCE MESSIER - "Not overly so. It's not like this was the only place we visited -- me and my girlfriends from Ozonne with our shiny boats, like reavers..."

"We told ourselves we were the worst thing to happen to the coast since the Coalition landed in '08. Imagine!" She tosses her head.

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - Oh no -- she's sentimental all right.

"If you say so."

JOYCE MESSIER - "I'm over-radiated, Harry," she sprouts. "I do silly things sometimes -- out of pale-related illness. Like take this job. The moral of the story is..." she lists:

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - So it was a factor in her coming to Martinaise in the first place? Interesting.

JOYCE MESSIER - "Do not spend 22 days a year in pale transit, don't waste your twenties slumming it with your stupid friends, and don't deliver Evrart Claire's mail." Her bony finger is pointed like an arrow at your chest...

"Are you satisfied, detective? What else can you tell me about your *mail delivery quest* for Evrart? Do you think it will *improve* the place?"

+5 XP

3. "So you're sad you can't buy the place?" (Conclude.)

JOYCE MESSIER - "Yes. I'm sad I will never have the time, detective -- I've always wanted a dilapidating fishing village."

RHETORIC [Easy: Success] - She is more defensive about it than usual.

JOYCE MESSIER - "Full of ghosts and ancient memories." She smiles. "Has this errand yielded you any... information?"

6. "I'd rather talk about something else for now, if you don't mind." (Conclude.)

JOYCE MESSIER - "Of course, detective," she simmers down. "You can always drop by later, should something come up -- now, what else can I do you for?"

8. "Thank you. That's all for now." [Leave.]

THOUGHT COMPLETE: MOTORWAY SOUTH

BONUSES: All Intellect White checks unlocked +1 Inland Empire: The swallowing motion

SOLUTION: The lone vector stretches in your mind’s eye into the wild pale yonder. For an unimaginable distance, forgetting, forgetting... Until you can no longer remember anything – no cities, no mountains, no oceans. And finally – no vector. Nothing remains. A blank space with no point of reference, where only one type of motion is possible. The motion of a human throat, swallowing. And then it comes to you: to reach the end of the Motorway South is to be *unborn*. You've had this thought before while aimlessly wandering the streets of Jamrock. A lost piece of the man you were. A dark hope.

This unlocked the checks to open the Cargo Container Door, get Gaston's sandwich, and identify the source of the Expression.

Ok, let's do the thing we actually *voted* on.

🎵 Whirling-in-Rags, 8PM

We have reasons to talk to basically everyone here. But first, there's someone we *weren't* expecting...

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Hi, gendarme. Another rendezvous." There he is again -- the smoker on the balcony! Right here in the Whirling-in-Rags.

+5 XP

"Hi."

"Hello."

"You're here!"

[Leave.]

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "I see you've found yourself a little something from my wardrobe." He scans you. "Not bad, not bad at all. What brings you here?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Tell me again about that *muscular type* who came to investigate the crime."

"I met your Sunday friend."

[Composure - Legendary 14] What is it about the way he carries himself?

"About the hat and the robe I'm wearing..."

[Leave.]

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Admiring the atmosphere..." He smiles. "What about you, officer?"

"I live here, my room is right upstairs."

"I'm here to kick some ass and solve the case I'm working on."

"I don't know what I'm doing here. I just go wherever life takes me."

Unfortunately we cannot tell him we're here for *karaoke*, because we have already done that.

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Well, here's to you!" He raises a glass, before taking a sip of his drink, froth grazing his mouth.

2. "Tell me again about that *muscular type* who came to investigate the crime."

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Oh, yes... let's see. He knocked on my door a few days after the lynching. I think he was going through the entire building, asking questions."

"What did you tell him?"

"What did he look like?"

"Was he alone?"

"Besides *muscular*, did he have any other identifying traits?"

"Thanks for the information."

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Nothing. That I didn't see anything."

"And he believed you?"

"Did you tell him about your friend?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Why shouldn't he?"

"Did you tell him about your friend?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - He takes another drag of his cigarette before knitting his brows. "What friend?"

"Your Sunday friend, the witness."

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "No, I don't think it came up."

2. "What did he look like?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Muscular. Handsome." He shrugs nonchalantly. "Strong. Like one of those military types."

3. "Was he alone?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Yes, but he was speaking to someone on his earpiece."

"His earpiece?"

"What was he saying?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Yes, you know those tiny speaker-microphones that fancy security guards sometimes wear."

"What was he saying?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Just reporting back whatever I was telling him."

4. "Besides *muscular*, did he have any other identifying traits?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Oh, let me think..." He turns his eyes upward in recollection. "He had an accent. He sounded like one of those mercenaries."

"He sounded vaguely Oranjese." He closes his eyes. "No, not vaguely, scratch that. He sounded *definitely* Oranjese."

5. "Thanks for the information."

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Sure. Anything else on your mind?" His lazy eyes stroll over your face.

3. "I met your Sunday friend."

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "You did?" A small smile adorns his face. "And how did you like him?"

"You were right, he was magical. Magically bureaucratic."

"I didn't like him as much as I like you."

"I didn't. He's a government official. I don't trust governments."

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Aw, shoot." He bursts out laughing. "Why not?"

"Who is he?"

"What are you, you two?"

"Why was he staying at your place in the middle of night?"

"I don't want to talk about other people, I want to talk about you."

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "A visitor from the first world. He's not like you and me, gendarme." He smiles and his smile seems melancholic. "He can always return."

"Return where?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "To his opportunities in Occident, Sur-la-Clef. Still..." He breathes in and keeps his lungs filled for a moment, before letting it out. "His coming and going brings some life to the village."

"Or is it just money, I don't know..." He stares at the bar.

2. "What are you, you two?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Friends, I told you. Sunday friends. Friends who like to get together from time to time."

"What does it mean -- a Sunday friend?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - He sighs: "That he won't be there when times get tough, I guess."

"Is that even a friend?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "It is -- on Sundays." He smiles.

3. "Why was he staying at your place in the middle of night?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "He has keys. And he likes the view..." He waves gently with his cigarette-holding hand. "To the sea, I mean."

4. "I don't want to talk about other people, I want to talk about you."

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Hmm?" He hums. "What about me, gendarme?"

5. "About the hat and the robe I'm wearing…"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "You can keep it, I don't mind. I can appreciate beauty when I see it."

"I wasn't really planning on giving it back anyway."

"Thanks. It's like carrying a piece of you with me at all times."

"I took it to blend in. I'm undercover, you see?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Is it now?" He starts laughing. "Well, enjoy it."

4. [Composure - Legendary 14] What is it about the way he carries himself?

+1 He's so different.

COMPOSURE [Legendary: Failure] - It's the sports, he's a sports guy, all about that physical prowess and athletic skill... Nothing else here.

6. [Leave.]

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Bye-bye, gendarme."

A woman's hand wrote yesterday's menu. Today's starts in a man's writing.

GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER - "Ah, 'Smallest Church in Saint-Saëns,' right?" The cafeteria manager is waiting for you to acknowledge that he recognized the song.

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #cindy the skull #joyce messier #smoker on the balcony #garte the cafeteria manager

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turns out you cant show my art historian ass a picture of my anime boy without me going absolutely crazy over it. here we go

the boot is not only sexy but is used as a repoussoir, aka as a way to direct the viewer’s eye to the main composition. like almost a fourth of the image is occupied by that boot, and it is BLURRY, accentuating the perspective and establishing a real physical distance between you and malleus. it’s truly like, you wake up after tripping on a banana peel in front of him. in your daze you see the boot, then as your vision clears, you see malleus looking down at you in disapproval. he leans slightly so he can take a good look at you.

there’s a beautiful white light coming from above, from your right, but there is no way to know just how it got here; we are surrounded by stone and the framing focuses only on malleus. there are no windows in sight that could let a natural light into the room. truly, all you see is him, covered in a divine blue light, which undoubtedly has a comforting connotation; the light at the end of the tunnel, the angelic light a saint would see in their visions.

so you think you’re safe. you think he’s spared you, because he doesn’t look too angry, and because the unnatural light above him makes him look like a benevolent higher being. those of us who are observant, however, will notice the spindle of his staff glowing green and getting ready to ultimately throw a spell at you. in short, you will soon meet the same fate as miss aurora.

when you know the danger you’re in, you realize you’re trapped. everything around you is stone; nobody outside will hear your screams. they’ll only echo through the abyss of which he is law. but he warned you—not only does he use his staff as another way to separate you from him, he’s threatening you with it. he’s showing you his magestone as if telling you he won’t hesitate to use magic on you. whether your dazed mind realizes or not is between you and the great seven.

so he’s threatening you, but he does so completely effortlessly. look at how gently he holds his staff; there is no doubt that thing is very heavy, for it is… tall, but his fingers barely support it. it’s as if it floats in his hands. his palms don’t touch that staff. look at each of his fingers, starting with the right hand; only three fingers at most are making contact with what should be the heaviest part of the staff. that hand is directly below the enormous spinning wheel part. let’s look at his left hand… it’s literally caressing the shaft. his fingers are relaxed and the arm is comfortably resting on his throne. you can imagine him stroking the staff very gently… he might not even realize it, but he’s showing off his physical strength. if you were to hold that staff, you would have to use your strength, but he… does not. he doesn’t need to. and it really goes to reinforce the fact that he is a powerful, superior being, and that he needs just a little bit of magic, just a little bit of strength to get you on your knees and beg for mercy.

back to his face. GOD, what a fucking face… whew that sure is a face… hello, handsome… hey, i just met you, and this is crazy, but here’s my number. my god what a beauty. look at those piercing green eyes, colour of green chartreuse, fully intoxicating and contrasting with his deep raven hair. when you look into those eyes is when you realize you’re fucked. there’s something about how unnatural they look, how bright, how unapologetically magical they are that is fully ensorcelling. they glow the same green as his spindle; they contain the same danger. and yet those threatening eyes are so beautiful, framed by thick, dark lashes; you can’t help but admire them.

those beautifully defined lips, yes… tell me they’re not desirable. tell me they’re not tempting. the top one is thinner and darker, a purple, highlighting the cupid’s bow. that’s all i can say really those are nice kissable lips.

this card really perfectly evokes malleus’ sublimity. here, i mean sublime in its philosophical senses, particularly edmund burke’s definition. doesn’t this card look like a dream—a dream of danger, a dream of delightful horror? the blurriness of the boot evokes a confusion and separates you from the threat. you watch him in adoration, for he is gorgeous, though you have this unexplainable uneasiness, this anxiety. you don’t know what’s going to happen; in fact, the lighting has you thinking you’re not even conscious. you are struck by fear and attraction, a delightful horror. you’re at his feet, worshipping him, and you think it’s enough to make him take pity on you; and it just might.

#malleus draconia #twisted wonderland #twst #malleus twst #twst malleus

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