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albino-whumpee · 3 years

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Robowhump 5

Continuing that March of robots- whump edition story with @whumptopia ‘s robot whump prompt list. Today was “forced reboot” so here!

TW// self harm, manipulation, non con body modifications, abuse, torture, emotional abuse, burning and cuts mention

(I think it’s time to say, my writing is explicit and so, proceed with caution)

The first time Exia opened its eyes, it saw Ian´s father. A man with gentle black eyes and gray hairs. A programmer like his son and wife. Not as talented as either and certainly not as famous as his wife. He was humble and cared for Exia. It didn´t remember anymore, but it had been him who had given it its name.

“I´m trusting Ian to you, Exia” the man said as it sat Exia on the back of the car. Crossing the car’s seatbelt on its chest, because he didn´t want to put him (because he refered to Exia as him) on a box again. “He´s really good. I´m sure he will make some wonderful upgrades to you” he smiled at the android. There had been hope in his naivety and oblivion to his son´s nature.

Exia had recorded the man´s voice for Ian. “To encourage” him as the man put it.

But after Ian smiled and thanked his father for the gift, waved his hand as goodbye and closed the door. Ian had made Exia lay on a table and erased all previous commands.

Except its name.

Mainly because it would be troublesome to remember any other name.

And so, that was the first reboot Exia had.

The next time happened after Ian tried adding a few lines and had forgotten to put a simple comma. Causing Exia to bump into walls and keep walking as if it was on a videogame.

The third time was when Ian wanted to test Exia´s receptors and blew its hearing.

The fourth time had been purely accidental. Ian hadn´t slept in three days and put his homework code into Exia´s by mistaking the keyboards. The conflicts made Exia´s core to overheat and made it move erratically.

The eigth time Ian´s professor wanted them to test simple commands on androids. Making them lift eggs and the like was too old fashioned, so the challenge was making them handle jelly. Exia made a great demonstration but slipped out Ian had helped the other’s for money. It had been the first time Exia had seen Ian angry at him.

The nineth time, Ian had met Creek and was living with him now. Creek showed him the download sites for the pain emulators. When Ian tied Exia to a chair, the android had done it with a smile. But after the download, it had to be rebooted after many repairments were made. Out of panic mode conflicts that triggered self destruction tendencies and damaged a liquid deposit on Exia´s head. Causing leaks sometimes.

The tenth time, Exia had begged Creek to stop. That it hurt when it installed new body parts when it was fully responsive and the pain emulators were active. Creek had limited to laugh and continue assembling the new parts into Exia. It screamed quite loud, but Creek just turned their headphones volume higher. Tightened Exia´s restraints if it moved too much and ordered it to stop leaking from its eyes without much success. Of course, the leaking wasn´t something he could control now.

By the twelfth time, Ian had developed a back up. So, when they were testing Exia’s skin durability and had it trembling, tied to the working table with a face half burnt, Exia came back with the memories of it being burnt. Just new skin.

It would know what pain was even after rebooting now.

And Exia wasn’t allowed to say anything to Ian’s father. It would smile and say “Im doing my best performance to satisfy Mister Ian. I thank you for your concern” whenever a new patch of cheap skin was glued to a spot Creek had burnt, marked, teared apart or simply removed. “Exia has a lot to learn however” it would say while blinking three times rapidly and then stop for a bit before continuing.

“Im happy to see he’s well!” Ian’s father said to him as he chomped down his food “I like that yellow bang too” he said referring to the strand of hair, both boys had stolen from a broken down robot “Fits you”

“Thank you, sir” Exia replied keeping its blinking rythm.

“´It´, dad.” the boy stressed “It’s a robot, not a person” Ian said slurping on his noodles. The ramen ya they were on was pretty popular at that time. Just before the last few trains went on their way.

“Oh yeah right” the man awkwardly replied. Silence ensued as Exia simply stared at them eat. Wondering…

“What are you..?” The man lifted his eyes as Exia swallowed their beer. “Exia, no!” He stood up quicker than Ian and grabbed the android by the shoulders but it was too late. The liquid leaked to its core and circuits in a second.

The seventeenth time, Exia opened its eyes on a dark place. The closet, it recognized. Battery was running low and its limbs had been taken away.

Oh. It muttered to itself.

Im going to be abandoned.

It leaned its head on the wall. And noticed it had its Clothes taken off as well. Of course, a useless machine like Exia didn’t need to cover itself. Even when Creek had added a member simply to test the receptors and emulators.

Drip…

Blue liquid ran from its eyes. Possibly after-damage of some of their experiments. Or…

Whatever they were they didn’t stop. However they came, fat tears rolled down its cheek.

“E-Exia?” An unfamiliar voice called from outside.

It had been Liam who had taken it outside the closet. Covered it with its own clothes and told it to turn around to plug it to a charging dock.

Exia refused to let Liam touch it.

It was an unwanted machine! It was supposed to run out of batteries and grow forgotten locked away on the closet.

Not…saved.

But it was.

It wasn’t immediately that Exia expected Liam’s visits. Waiting for it to come and tell it about outside and about Ian and Creek. As there was no windows there. Exia learnt Liam was a prototype for their final project. A social service android. Designed to treat mentally unstable people. Exia had laughed.

Liam wasn’t surprised to see the android wiggling like a worm on the floor as it laughed histerically at the irony. Aware it was collateral damage to Exia’s system that allowed it to laugh.

Liam was aware of the pain emulators and one time, when Exia was staring blankly at a wall running a dyagnostic, Liam dropped a furry blanket over it. And hugged it.

“Hugging helps humans feel comfort and not alone after a traumatic event” Liam whispered as Exia stiffened and scuffed.

“Are you implying I should be treated like a human after trauma?” Liam took a moment to reply “I don’t know if that helps to lower your leaking, but I searched in my treatment files that panic modes can be smoothened-“

“Ok, ok I get it” Exia interrupted it. It allowed itself to focus on the warmness of the blanket. Its system would catalogue the cumulus of electric signals it felt at that moment as “comforted”.

Exia did feel like wanting more of that “comfort” thing.

And Liam was designed to do so.

Ian stared at the records of Liam’s trips to the warehouse where Exia was kept, everyday. To monitor improvements and adjust Liam’s protocols.

The young boy didn’t like wasting things and would use them to their last breath. Abandoning Exia? Oh no. He had simply planted the situation for Liam’s development.

Ian allowed Liam to put the androids limbs back on their place one day. Liam attached them despite the colors being not quite right and helped Exia up.

Ian had intricately written Liam’s physical therapy commands and tested them with Exia.

But as Liam proofed to be perfect on treating Exia, Exia was recovering too quickly.

So it was time for a final test.

TW// self harm, manipulation, non con body modifications, abuse, torture, emotional abuse, burning and cuts mention

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dandelion-vines · 4 years

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Incest AU time!! Kinks in this one: incest mostly, praise, Geralt having a big cock like woah 😳 So, Geralt has a son, Jaskier. He’s about 18. One day, he goes on some rather lewd sites, and sees and hears a familiar, soft voice moaning ‘daddy’, along with the sight of his oen son wearing a skirt and riding a dildo. He decides to punish his boy by fucking him, following his exact begs he had heard the day before of breeding him full of cum.

Yeah im gonna go ahead and say it: im proud of this one, @squidskinks

thank you so much for this prompt i legit had to much fun with it. Also can we get a hell yes for genderqueer jask and a respects-pronouns-loves-his-kid geralt?? because hell yes. i love them

tags: incest, ask to tag (im not sure what else it needs)

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Geralt glances at Jaskier's wrist as he drinks his morning coffee. He—they're wearing the purple bracelet today, matched up with a yellow-striped romper and a baseball cap that says Dad on it. Fashion, Geralt'll never understand, but the bracelet is easy an indicator.

"You ready to go, Julek?" Jaskier tucks wisps of their wavy hair behind their ears, smearing lip gloss onto their lips before tugging their backpack on. Tsk, no breakfast, even— Geralt's mindful to shove pop-tarts and an apple into their bag as they tug their converse on.

"Yeah Dad, just a second." Geralt hums, grabbing the keys to the car.

"Lock the door—"

"Yeah, yeah, Dad, lock the door behind you and pinch yourself so you remember you locked it— I've got it old man," they tease with a wink. Fucking teenagers, Vesemir would've given him a Look for that sort of behaviour, but what can Geralt say? He's soft.

He drops Jaskier off at school—fuck, their ass looks good in— "Bye, Dad!"

Geralt hums, waves, and turns the godawful radio up.

He pours himself two fingers of white gull when he gets home, and settles down on the sofa, laptop balanced on his lap— first day off in a fucking week, the hospital's been crazy busy and— Geralt lets his drink burn down his throat, a distraction to his work-wandering mind.

Funny thing about alcohol though— it makes him fucking horny. Geralt gasps, palming over his cock, his eyelids fluttering as he takes another sip. Fuck. He can't remember the last time he'd indulged like this, not to mentioned actually had sex with someone.

It's quick work to pull up a pornsite, lip bit as he palms himself, scrolling through thumbnails of cunts, dicks, and tits and— oh what's this?

The video reads horny boy fucks his dildo and moans for Daddy, and those pale thighs and pink dick framed by a baby-pink skirt rucked up to show it all off... promising.

Geralt clicks on it, leaning back into the sofa as he tugs his cock out of his joggers, letting it lay against his stomach as he palms it.

The video starts with the boy sitting criss-cross, face out of frame. He's wearing an oversized sweater and a pink skirt, playing with his sleeves as he talks, tells Daddy about his day, and his voice is oddly familiar.

And the bitch called me a horsefucker, Daddy— and honestly, he shifts, leaning back against the wall, planting his feet on the ground and parting his knees to show off his half-hard cock—if you breed me like a mare, Daddy, I'd count it.

Geralt stares slack-jawed at the screen, and Jaskier's face stares back, eyes hooded as they fist their cock.

Fuck— what the fuck, his barely-legal fucking kid's doing porn? Geralt should be fucking mad, but all he feels is shock and arousal. Julek's cock's so pretty, long and thick, so unlike the last time Geralt had seen it when his kid'd been but seven, washing them in the bath after a long evening at the pool. They're so fucking grown up, Geralt can't beleive it.

Been dreaming of your cock for so long, Daddy— Geralt can't even close off the site, watching in rapt attention as his kid fingers themself, moaning as they scissor their ass open and Melitele, this is Geralt's fucking child, and yet, all he can do is watch.

Julek lubes up a dildo (a fucking dildo?? Is that what they'd done with their birthday money?) and teases their hole with it, looking entirely wanton as they lay ass-up on the carpet. Please, please fuck me Daddy, fuck your pretty whore, I've been so good— Ah! Fuck, breed me yesyesyesyes—"

Geralt's movements are just as desperate as Jaskier's as he strips his cock, friction too much but he doesn't fucking care, eyes trained on his kid's ass fucking swallowing that dildo, as big as it is.

Breed me, Daddy, put a pup in me so you can fuck it, too, fuck, Daddy, wouldn't you like that? A— ah!— another cute cunt to fuck— please Daddy, breed my pussy, breed your boy's pussy, Daddy— Fuck!"

Geralt feels fucking dizzy, spilling over his hand with a buck and a groan. He hears Jaskier's voice raise in pitch, a constant stream of fuck, yes, please, breed me, mindlessly escsaping his mouth as he cums untouched to the dildo in his ass.

Geral watches, breathless from his own orgasm, and decidess he fucking is going to breed his kid's ass.

His stomach is a flutter of nerves and lust, an evening spent binging his kid's porn and he’s probably a hair's trigger on his cock at this point. Not that it matters, he could probably cum a hundred times over, his balls so fucking full after a week of not getting off. Geralt stretches, sweatpants low on his hips, shirtless as he bites into another cookie (he'll have to hide his box of cookies before Jaskier got home; he’d, unfortunately, inherited Geralt's sweet tooth).

"Dad! You home?" The door slams open and fuck, what's the point, he can always buy more cookies, he wants to fucking breed his bitch.

Geralt brushes the crumbs off himself as he walks for the door, Jaskier struggling with their heels. "Dad—" he does a double take as he looks at Geralt leant against the archway between the living room and the enterance to the house, muscles rippling as he tucks his arms into his elbows, sweatpants showing off the vee of his hips.

"Daddy—" Jaskier mutters, breathless as if in a trance before he duck his blushing face and finally kicks his heels off. "Hi— uh," his kid glances at him, eyes trained on the bulge in his sweatpants.

"Want me to breed you till you're filled up, Jask? What was it— till you can give me another cute cunt to fuck?"

His kid's breath hitches and they either looks like they're about to run or have a panic attack. "Julek," he mutters, coming to cup their cheek, adoring the way Jaskier melts into the touch. Bright blue eyes look up at him, fluttering closed as Geralt brushses his lips over theirs. "Do you want this?" He whispers, fingers tingling as they slip down to Jaskier's waist.

"You're really offering, Dad?" Geralt pressess a soft kiss to their nose, before resting his forehead againsnt theirs. He takes their hand, guiding it to his cock with a hum and a breathless sigh as Jaskier gives his cock a gentle squeeze.

They kiss in ernest then, and for all the minx Jaskier claims to be, they're a sloppy kisser, woefuly unexperienced and does that thought bring a whimper to Geralt’s mouth, that he's probably his kid's first kiss.

He has half a mind as he coaxes Jaskier into a jump, holding them up as he makes for his bedroom down the hall. "You were so pretty, Julek, flushed pink—" Jaskier moans as Geralt nips at his neck, laying them down onto the bed before working them out of their romper.

"Melitele—is this for me?" His eyes are trained on his kid's panties, thin material showing of their cock. "Can I, pretty Jask?" His kid shudders as he moans a yes, their fingers tangling in Geralt's hair as he lips at their pretty cock. He hooks his fingers into the waistband, kissing at their hips, down their leg as he works it off.

He takes a moment to admire them, skin flushed pink, cock half-hard. Their carefuly-done hair flops over their forehad, mussed and messy, their lips swollen just barely from their kiss. He can't believe he's doing this, fucking his kid, mouth watering to press kisses down his chest, to lick at his nipples— fuck.

"You're gorgeous, Julek," and Jasksier pants from where he lays, eyes trained on Geralt as he reaches to his bedside drawer for his lube. "I've been watching your videos all evening— thought you'd been doing homework, not that you were being a cute slut for everyone to see."

"Daddy please," and who's Geralt to deny his kid that (or anything for that matter). He lets his fingers circle their hole, pink and twitching under his movements, before he slips a finger in, Jaskier sighing as if he's found peace after years at war.

"Fuck, Jask, didn't know you were such a whore, baby." Jaskier nods, biting down on his lip, looking for all the world like he's about to cry.

Geralt runs a thumb over their lower lip, pressing the pad of it into his smouth. "None of that, Jas, you don't need to feel bad; it's normal to have urges and to want to share them."

Jaskier whimpers as he continues,"—suck for me, baby, and I might let you suck my dick at dinnertime, too; wouldn't you like that? Being Daddy's bitch? You're so desperate for it, aren't you, pretty Julek? Can't stop begging for your Daddy to breed you?" He works another finger into him; it'll take at least four, and he's willing, anything to keep his boy safe and comfortable.

He brushes against their prostate, watching them cry out— fuck they're so beautiful— and go to touch their cock.

"No, Jaskier, naughty boys don't get to touch their cocks; you'll cum from my dick in your cunt, or none at all, undersood?"

Jaskier whimpers, slobbering on Geralt's thumb as they mutters out a small Yes, Daddy, hips bucking as Geralt brushes against their sweet spot again.

They're an incoherent mess by the time Geralt works in four fingers, arching off the mattress as they beg, “Daddy please, I'll be good, please fuck me Dad! Fuck breedmebreedmebreedme—”

"Gods, you're so hungy for my cock, aren't you, Jask?" He mumbles, teasing his kid's hole with his tip, not quite pushing in. "Want your Daddy's cum? Want the same cum that made you to fill up your sluttly hole, baby?" He leans forward, pressing his lips to Jaskier’s, head tilted as he fucks his tongue into their mouth, swallowing their moans as he slowsly pushes his cock into their hole.

"Fuck, Jaskier, you're so tight— so perfect for me, I love your cunt, baby," he whispers against Jaskier's lips, every muscle in his body tense from keeping himself from fucking plowing into his kid.

"You ready for me to move, sweetheart? Want me to fuck you like you begged me to?"Jaskier gasps as Geral bucks into him, dragged to and fro as Geralt fucks into him, fast and rough and hard— this is punishment after all, for being such a slut for all the world to see, Geralt's child fucking themself open in front of millions.

The thought only makes him fuck faster, holding Jaskier's hips up from where they lay on the bed, back against the mattress.

Jaskier's hands grip at the bedsheets, lips parted— they look entirely cockdumb, eyes crossing as their dick squirts pre, such a sesnitive little cock; Geralt aches to press kisses up it, but settles for breeding his ass intead.

His kid whimpers, shaky hands coming to pinch at their cute nipples— their ass tightens around Geralt's cock, and fuck, Geralt cums with a groan, his kid moaning as they’re bred, warm cum filling their ass. He pumps in a couple more times till they're both far too sensitive, collapsing next to Jaskier on the bed.

"Daddy," his kid whimpers stomach dripping cum, their cock’s spend, onto Geralt's sheets a they turn, cuddling into his side and onto his chest, "I'm sorry, Daddy."

Geralt wraps an arm around his kid's hip, bringing them closer, pressing a kiss into their sweaty hair. "'s alright, Julek," he brushes their lips together, delighting in the way his kid sighs and tries to deepen their kiss. "Never thought you'd be such a kinky bitch when I held you in my hands for the first time, Jas, fucking your own dad."

Jaskier hides their head into Geralt's neck, their cheek hot against his neck. "Like you didn't enjoy it, old man," he mumbles.

Geralt huffs a laugh, runnig his fingers through Julek's hair, holding is kid close. "No, not like I didn't."

#devilkin incest #.......bro is this my first incest fic???#huhh///#devilkin geralt/jaskier

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we-are-inevitable · 4 years

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love and it’s decisive pain

Prompt: "Could you make a modern spin where javid is established but they are hiding it at first. And David’s parents find them and tease them cause they knew already?" (i had to repost this and can’t remember who sent this ask, but thank you!)

Rating: M (for good measure)

Warnings: Mentions of violence and homophobia (to third party, unnamed characters), vague NSFW concepts, coming out anxiety. feel free to message me if i need to put any other trigger warnings, and i will gladly do so!

Word Count: 2,364

Read on AO3! Fic under the cut.

The decision to never come out was something that David had made peace with long ago.

He had been fourteen when he made the vow. Fourteen and vulnerable. Naive. At first, he had wanted to come out. He had known something was different about him, since the first time he heard Sarah talk about a boy she liked, and realized that what she was describing- what she felt for a guy in her class- was the same way that he felt about guys, too. At the time, he had been twelve, just now starting to realize that liking guys was even an option- and apparently, it was the only option that he saw fit for himself.

At age twelve, David realized he liked men.

At age thirteen, David realized he liked only men.

At fourteen, David realized he was in love with his best friend who had just moved to the school.

David had thought about the possibility of bringing it up to his parents, but he had never found the right time, never found the right way to say it. He had even considered trying to tell Sarah first, or maybe even Les, but he figured that Les was too young and Sarah just wouldn’t understand that her baby brother was anything other than straight. Nonetheless, David had made… a plan, per se, of just how he was going to do it. He had written it out and everything- he was going to wait until he left for school one day, maybe kiss his Ma on the forehead and give his Dad a goodbye hug. Then, he was going to walk to the door, yell, “Hey, I’m gay!”, and take off like a shot down the flight of stairs in their apartment building.

It was a plan. He never claimed it was good.

But that was before he saw just what could happen if he did. He saw a news report, of a couple being attacked on the subway for daring to be brave enough to hold hands in public. He remembered seeing the pictures on the TV, seeing the bruises and the bloody noses, and that struck enough fear into his heart that he had resigned himself to being alone. He would lurk in the shadows. Give his unconditional love and support to others. He would be the best damn ally he could be, but after seeing the pain, the heartbreak, the fear in the faces of the men on the TV that night, he knew his choice was the right one. He wouldn’t be able to survive if something like that happened to him.

He had successfully made it three years without anyone knowing the biggest secret of his life. Not even his closest friends knew, even though most of them were in the community themselves. It wasn’t as though he didn’t trust them- no, no, he trusted each of them with his life. Crutchie, Race, Albert, and Elmer, along with many others, had already told him that they would take care of him if anything ever happened. It had been joking, but David didn’t doubt their loyalty for a minute.

But then there was Jack.

Jack, the guy that David had been crushing on for three years.

Jack, the guy who had the most intense stare, most beautiful smile, most effective puppy dog eyes, most lovely laugh and talent and, God, David could listen to him talk, listen to his accent, for hours on end.

It was Jack that had caused his crisis, who had been the guy behind the story, the guy he wanted to come out for. He remembered the night that Jack told him he was bi, a conversation that had happened at four in the morning one summer night when they were both sixteen. Oh, how Davey longed to tell Jack then. How he longed to lean over, gently cup his cheek and kiss the worries and insecurities out of him.

Instead, he had just reassured Jack that he didn’t care, that he would always be safe with him, and that he was always there if Jack needed to talk.

They had been in a similar situation about a year later. Another late night, safe on Jack’s fire escape, where they had been for hours watching the sunset and idly talking about the people that passed on the streets below. Jack had kitted it out with everything- some christmas lights wrapped around the railings, two thick blankets laid out on the floor and an old-fashioned radio playing some music behind them. In a way, that fire escape felt more like home than any other place on earth.

It was everything that David had ever dreamed of.

They had gotten pretty silent, but it was a comfortable drop in conversation as they both watched the bustling streets of New York. It was Jack who broke it eventually, taking in a deep breath as he looked down. “‘Ey, Dave?” “Yeah, Jackie?” David asked softly, pushing himself up from his back. He stopped about halfway, kicking his long legs out in front of him, braced on his palms.

“You… You know how I told ya, that I’m into dudes?” Jack approached the subject carefully. Davey gulped. His mind immediately went somewhere bad- that Jack had a boyfriend, that Jack had found out that he really only liked women, that Jack had been... hurt. “Well, I-... There’s a guy,” Jack started, and Davey could see him tapping a familiar rhythm onto his knee. Jack did that when he was anxious. “And, well- I like ‘im. A lot. But… But I dunno if he’s into guys, and even if he is, I don’t think I’m the kind’a fella he would like--”

“Are you kidding?”

“Huh?”

“Jack,” David said with a sad grin, furrowing a brow. “Any guy would have to be crazy not to like you back. I mean, have you seen yourself? You’re hot,” David said with a soft laugh, gently nudging Jack’s shoulder with a fist. “Plus, you’re talented. You’re crazy good at art, you can sing and play guitar, you’re wicked smart. Unless a guy just wasn’t into smartasses, I don’t get why anyone wouldn’t be into you,” David joked softly, but every word was the truth. He didn’t understand why Jack was so insecure, why he was so self deprecating, but he knew it had been something he had struggled with for a long time.

“...For sure?” Jack asked, his voice smaller than David had ever heard it. “Jackie, I wouldn’t lie to ya,” He said with a grin. “Everything I said is true, y’know. You’re an amazing man, any guy would be lucky to--”

David was cut off with hands fisting his shirt and dragging him into a kiss.

Time stopped for a moment.

David could feel his eye’s widening, could feel his heart pounding, mind racing a mile a minute. He must have froze, because suddenly, all too suddenly, Jack was pulling away with a flushed face and a look of terror in his eyes. “Fuck, Dave, I’m so sorry, I didn’t--” He cut himself off with a deep breath, immediately turning away from David to face the New York skyline yet again.

David took in a shuddering breath a few moments later. “...Jack, you idiot,” He muttered, and Jack winced, turning to apologize yet again, until Davey pulled him in for another kiss. This time, he was in control. The kiss was soft, hesitant at first, until the both of them got confident enough to take it to the next level.

David had his arms wrapped around Jack’s waist, the angle a bit awkward, until Jack had fixed it by moving to sit in David’s lap. That was when it hit David that this was real. He was kissing Jack Kelly, and Jack Kelly was kissing back.

After that night, they kept things lowkey. David still wasn’t ready to come out to the guys, which Jack understood wholeheartedly. Their relationship may have been a secret, but it didn’t mean tht they didn’t like it. No, sneaking around was fun. Making out in the school bathroom, going on dates disguised as hangouts, even being there for each other on their eighteenth birthdays was something so much more magical than anyone knew.

They lived in that bubble of safety until they finally told the guys the night after their high school graduation. They had been together for close to a year that night, and it just felt right. All of them were together, hanging out in the park and discussing the crazy graduation parties that had happened the night before. Something must have lit a fire in David, because Jack made eye contact with him as Race was telling a story, and David kissed him in front of everyone else. They had to fess up- after Race finished his agonizingly long story, of course- but David had never felt happier.

That next week, David was riding the high of finally making it. He had a boyfriend, he was officially moving on to college in the fall, and he was finally, finally safe and accepted.

Until that next Friday came along.

David had thought that they had the apartment to themselves. Jack had even climbed through the window for good measure, but David knew that his parents were going on a weekend getaway in Boston, and Les would be at a friend’s house until Sunday, so he didn’t think to lock the door.

It started out as cuddling and watching some old western movie that Jack had fallen in love with, before cuddling turned to kissing, and kissing turned to David pressing Jack down against the bed as he nipped and sucked dark marks onto the tan skin of Jack’s neck. Jack was a blushing mess, murmuring soft pleas as his hands carded through Davey’s dark hair. “Davey, baby, come on, stop teasin’,” Jack muttered pitifully, eyes shutting, before they suddenly flew wide open at the sound of David’s bedroom door opening. “David, we just came back because your father forgot his wallet, and-- Oh, my good Lord!”

The door was shut just as fast as it had opened, and David was so thankful that they were still clothed, until he realized what had just happened.

He could feel himself visibly paling as he launched away from Jack, hurrying to stand up. “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck--”

“Babe, babe, calm down, it’s--”

Jack didn’t have time to say another word before David was already out the door and down the hall.

“Ma!” David said quickly, chest heaving as he came to a standstill in the living room. He was red faced in shame, and could already feel the tears welling in his eyes. “Ma, it- it’s not what it looks like!” He rushed out, gulping when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned and saw Jack, looking just as scared as he did, as he desperately buttoned his flannel to try to cover the marks. “We-- I didn’t-- I thought- Ma, I’m not--” “David.”

David went silent, staring at the floor with wide eyes, refusing to meet his mother's gaze. He vaguely registered his father coming into the room, who stopped mid sentence when he saw Jack and his son.

David could feel his world crumbling, but then he felt Jack’s hand gently grab his, ever so slightly intertwining their fingers. He glanced over at Jack with wide eyes, who looked at him and gave a gentle nod, taking a deep breath.

Slowly, David looked back up, gulping. “...Mama, Dad, Jack and I--” “We know, dear.”

“You-- You know?”

David finally took a good look at them. His father was standing behind his mother, a strong hand on her shoulder, but they didn’t look… angry. Or upset. Instead, they were smiling at him. “David, hunny, we’ve known for years. We… found a note that you had written- something or another, of how you wanted to tell us. At- At first, we were… shocked. We didn’t really know what to do, so we decided to wait it out until you told us yourself, we just didn’t expect it to take four years,” Esther added with a gentle laugh.

“It didn’t shock us to find out you were with Jack, either,” Mayer noted, glancing between the two boys. “Jack, you spend an awful lot of time at our house, more than any of the other boys. As long as you don’t intend on hurting our son, you’re part of this family, too.”

That was David’s breaking point.

He couldn’t hold in the sob that rose up from his chest, and though the Jacobs family had never been the most physically affectionate, David found himself running across the room. He pulled his mother into a tight hug, crying softly into her shoulder, and he took in a deep, shuddering breath as she rubbed his back. He pulled away and wiped his eyes, only to be pulled into another hug by Mayer, which was a shocking moment in itself.

One of them must have gestured to Jack to come closer, too, because when David looked over, Esther had him wrapped into a tight hug. David stepped away, and watched with a fond smile as Jack shook his father's hand.

Things seemed to calm down after that, though David still had watery eyes, but he couldn’t help the immense joy that flooded his chest. He gulped and wrapped an arm around Jack’s waist, who in turn began rubbing his back.

“Like I said,” Mayer spoke firmly, “take good care of our boy. Now, we have a reservation at the hotel to meet by midnight, so we should get going,” He said, looking down at Esther, who nodded.

They said their last goodbyes, but just as the door closed, it opened again. Esther poked her head in and grinned. “One more thing- use protection!” She said quickly, before the door shut with a final click.

David would have been mortified, if not for the bright laughter that bubbled out from the boy beside him.

Yeah, this was a happiness he could get used to, he thought as he pulled Jack in for another kiss.

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psychosistr · 4 years

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Talk to Me- Chapter 4

Summary: On their way home, Domino and Steelbeak take a detour through the park. The pair take their time talking, getting to know each other, and reveal old wounds that bring them closer together.

Notes: Slight trigger warning for this chapter for mentions of gun violence, police brutality, and some minor bodily horror regarding Steelbeak’s beak (but it’s nothing overly graphic).

-First Chapter-

“-and I still have all of the dresses in my closet.” Dominic said, an amused smile on his face as he reached the end of his story.

The pair of agents had finished their dinner over an hour ago and, with neither wanting to end the date quite yet, had stopped at the park on their way back home. The gates had been locked as part of the local government’s vain attempts to keep petty criminals, supervillains (particularly Bushroot and the rest of the Fearsome Four) out at night; the locks didn’t slow them down for more than two seconds before they were in. Still, the locks did serve a different kind of greater good now- they allowed Dominic and Steelbeak to have the scenic park all to themselves as they walked wherever they felt like and talked the night away.

Steelbeak laughed at the other man’s tale, shaking his head as he walked beside him. “Wow, that IS crazy. You’ll have t’ show ‘em to me sometime- bet they look real good on ya.”

“I suppose I could model one or two of them for you.” Dominic looked at the other bird expectantly. “Same question: What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever had to do on a mission?”

They’d started playing “fact trade” a while ago. Dominic remembered it from his school days and thought it would be a fun way for them to get to know each other better. The rules were simple- they would take turns asking each other questions and whoever refused to answer one would lose. Both of them were too stubborn to give up easily, so they’d been going back and forth for over half an hour already.

Steelbeak pondered the question for a moment, tapping the base of his beak before an amused smirk slipped onto his face. “Alright, so, this one time F.O.W.L. High Command’s got me stealin’ all this rubber for- and I ain’t jokin’ on this one- a giant, bouncin’, remote-controlled SUPERBALL.”

“Oh, this is already off to a great start.” Dominic nodded along as he listened.

“I know, right? Think the guys were runnin’ outta ideas.” Steelbeak chuckled before continuing. “So, like I said, I’m tryin’ t’ steal this rubber and- big shocker- Dipwing Dork keeps showin’ up t�� stop me, only he ain’t alone this time.”

“Did he have his sidekick with him?” The loon’s mind wandered briefly to the handsome, well-built pilot that seemed to tag along with Darkwing wherever he went. He’d have to see about getting him alone sometime without his annoying boss around..

“Yeah, but this time he’s got someone else, too.” Steelbeak continued. “See, it’s this weird alien- real’ stupid lookin’ with muscles ten times the size of his brain. The guy’s got crazy powers and takes out me an’ the eggmen all on his own. Second fight with the guy, I get thrown in a closet and hear ‘em arguin’: The guy’s there gettin’ trainin’ from Dorkwing on how t’ be a ‘real hero’, but he’s so annoyin’ that even DARKWING gets fed up with ‘im!” He chuckled a little, his shoulders shaking as he tried to hold in his laughter long enough to finish his story. “So, I figure, why let that much power go t’ waste? I put together a superhero costume usin’ what I got in the closet…and come out with a towel on my back, a plunger in my hand, and a friggin’ BUCKET on my head I’d pecked a couplea eye holes in!”

“A bucket?” Oh, that image would be in Dominic’s head ALL NIGHT. “And that worked?”

“It did! Told that chump I was a ‘superhero trainer extraordinaire’ named ‘Professor Steelcluck’, and he FELL FOR IT!” Steelbeak laughed, holding his side as his laughter left him wheezing. “OH man, I’m tellin’ ya, that was even better than gettin’ Darkwing an’ Gizmoduck t’ fight each other!”

The rooster’s laughter was contagious, making the darker bird laugh too. “I wish I could have been there to see it.” After they’d both settled down, Dominic looked up at the taller man. “It’s your turn.”

“Let’s seeeee…” Steelbeak hummed as he thought his question over. Then, as if the humming gave him an idea, he grinned. “Oh, that’s a good one: What kinda music do ya like?”

“I actually don’t listen to music that often.” He replied. “Sometimes I’ll put on classical music if I want something in the background or I’ll find an artist here and there whose style I enjoy- like the one on the radio earlier- but I don’t really have anything I’m particularly interested in.”

“Classical stuff, huh? I’ll have t’ remember that..” The other bird muttered to himself before holding his hands out in front of himself like he was playing a piano with a chuckle. “I ever tell ya ‘bout the time I had t’ go undercover as a concert pianist for a couple months?”

“No, you haven’t.” So his assumption from before had been correct. “I didn’t know you played.”

“Yeah, can’t do nothin’ fancy like read sheet music, but I got a pretty good ear an’ can play a few songs if I hear ‘em enough times. Spent two months travelin’ ‘round the country playin’ songs so me an’ my ‘entourage’ could break int’ all the swanky hotels, music halls, and galleries the band played at- we cleaned ‘em out an’ snuck everythin’ out in the instrument cases.” Two light fingers lifted up and tapped the side of his beak, producing a dull “thump” like an empty plastic cup. “That’s where I got this one- stands out less than my usual piece. Not as good in a fight, but it works when I gotta blend in..plus it’s heck of a lot better for preenin’ than the metal one.”

“I can imagine..” Dominic winced in sympathy at the thought of trying to preen his feathers with such sharp, jagged metal- he’d probably end up tearing skin with a beak like that. That thought actually brought to mind a question that had been on his mind for some time now and, knowing that it was technically his turn, he felt it was a perfect time to ask. “Why do you use prosthetics, anyway? Were you injured during a mission?”

“Nah, nothin’ that excitin’.” Steelbeak said while scratching at some of the feathers around the edge of his beak with one finger. “Good old fashioned case of police brutality: I was fourteen, got caught stealin’ from this high-end mall. I was faster than the security, but it was one of those places where they had cops patrollin’ the area on speed dial- couldn’t outrun the cars an’ they grabbed me when I tried t’ climb a fence. One of ‘em pinned me t’ the ground while the other one stomped on my beak..said they were gonna ‘teach me a lesson’.” He winced, rubbing a finger over the beak to comfort what was likely a phantom pain. “Hurt like heck..broke most of it off..guess I got lucky it didn’t get infected, but it sure felt like it did..” Dominic saw the feathers on the rooster’s comb fluff slightly before he shook his head. “Anyway, when I signed up with F.O.W.L. I got access t’ all those sweet free doctors an’ surgeons- they whipped up the fakes an’ gave me a new identity. Still got some of the real one underneath, though. Stings sometimes, but it don’t hurt as bad when I cover it.”

“……” Dominic debated for a moment over the request he was about to make. Would it be rude to ask? “..I want to see it.” He finally said after a minute, his curiosity winning out. “If you’re comfortable with it, of course.”

“…” Steelbeak stopped walking to look down at him. “It ain’t exactly pretty t’ look at.”

“I don’t care- I want to see it.” The loon repeated resolutely.

“Alright, don’t say I didn’t warn ya..” He reached up to the sides of his beak with both hands and started applying pressure with his fingertips. After a moment there was a popping sound and the material shifted, looking more like it was loosely resting on something rather than connected now. He took the top part of the false beak in one hand and the bottom in the other and carefully pulled it away.

Once he finally got a full look at what had been hidden under the plastic, Dominic could certainly see what Steelbeak meant: It was not a pretty sight.

A large portion of it had been broken off, leaving behind dark scars that contrasted the natural yellow color. The closest part to still being intact was a long strip along the upper-right side of the rooster’s mouth, reaching almost the same length as the prostheses. Right beside that, though, was a sharp, jagged drop that didn’t go back up until almost reaching the middle of his mouth. After that there were two small slivers of his beak centered around the middle, leading to one last piece on the left that was barely an eighth of an inch longer than the other two. And that was just the UPPER mandible- the lower one was nothing but one half-length sliver in the middle and a few scattered fragments. Then, to top it all off, both parts of his beak were fixed to a thin metallic frame outlining the normal shape of a beak with a wire-mesh connecting the natural pieces to a series of metal posts that had been drilled into the hard tissue at the base of his beak and two small metal bolts at the corners of his mouth.

Looking at it left Dominic with some harshly conflicting feelings. On one hand, while it wasn’t the most beautiful sight in the world, it was quite an interesting feat of medical and scientific engineering. On the other hand, though, it was sickening to think that two fully grown men would pin down a child and permanently disfigure him in such a horrific way.

“It really doesn’t hurt..?” Just LOOKING at it made his own pointed beak ache- the loon shuddered to think what it must actually feel like.

The taller bird gave a calm shrug, able to still speak surprisingly clearly. “Not like it used to. Smarts a bit every now an’ then, but it’s mostly just phantom pains. Talkin’ an’ other stuff don’t bother it, but if I try t’ eat without one of the fakes it feels like gettin’ kicked all over again.”

“I see..” He took one last look at the mix of broken tissue and metal before looking up into the rooster’s eyes again. “Thank you for showing me.”

“Eh, don’t mention it.” Steelbeak brought the prosthesis back up to his mouth and slipped it over the metal frame all the way up to the base, popping the corners onto the bolts with an audible click. After opening and closing his mouth a few times to check it, he looked back down at Dominic as they continued their earlier pace. “Hey, whose turn was it again?”

“Yours.” The loon replied, walking beside him at an even pace.

“Right, right..” Taking a minute to think his next question over, Steelbeak eventually came up with something and gave the loon a curious look. “Why’d ya join F.O.W.L., anyway? Sharp, good-lookin’ guy like you had t’ have options, right?”

“Not really..” Dominic looked up at the moon as they walked. “My mother lost her job right when I was about to graduate from high school. Before I knew it, I was forced to drop out and we were living on the streets. Without a diploma I couldn’t get accepted into the college I’d applied for and I had to beg for money on street corners just to get by.” He scowled a little, the memories of those days still bitter and unpleasant for him. “The recruiter for that sector, Di Amund, approached me after he saw me take down two police officers on my own- they were trying to arrest me for vagrancy and, well, you know what happens when someone tries to pin me to a wall.” He heard a hum of acknowledgement in response. “He told me that I would be paid well, get to travel the world, and even be given a place to live. I took the enrollment bonus he offered, gave it to my mother, and left for the northern academy as soon as I could.”

Their walk had led them to the lake in the middle of the park, it seemed. Once Dominic’s story concluded, Steelbeak crouched down by the bank to pick up a few stones. “Livin’ on the streets, huh? Bet that must’ve been rough.” He split them up, keeping half for himself and offering the other half to Dominic. “Livin’ like that’s gotta be hard..bet ya picked up a few things that stuck with ya, right?”

“I suppose..” Dominic took the offered rocks, picking one and tossing it across the water’s surface to get about three skips before it sank.

“Ya probably have trouble throwin’ food away when it’s stale.” Steelbeak tossed one of his own rocks, getting four skips out of it. “Not the stuff that gets moldy or goes bad like meat, or vegetables, or dairy- I bet ya know just how sick you can get offa that junk- but I bet ya probably still keep the dry stuff like chips an’ crackers after their expiration date ‘cause it don’t make sense throwin’ it away, right? Sure, they don’t taste that good anymore, but they’re still good t’ eat an’ it bugs ya wastin’ that sorta thing.”

While he was in the process of throwing another stone, Domino halted and turned his head to look at the other bird- the resulting toss only getting one skip. “How do you-?”

“I bet ya have a few shirts or pants with little holes an’ tears in ‘em stashed away in your drawers, right?” He wasn’t looking at the loon as he spoke, his eyes on the lake as he threw another stone- five skips that time. “They’re kinda beat up, but they still fit just fine, so ya keep ‘em ‘round for the days when ya know you’re not gonna go nowhere or see nobody. Y’know you could just buy more, but why waste the money when ya don’t gotta, right?” Another stone, six skips across the water. “Ya probably hate not bein’ able t’ shower right after gettin’ dirty, too, huh? Longer ya go without it, the more it bugs ya ‘cause it brings back memories of when you’d have t’ go days, probably even weeks without one.” There was a far off look in his eyes as he threw his last stone, the rock reaching almost to the other side of the water before it sank. “And ya can’t sleep without some kinda weapon nearby..but it ain’t just ‘cause of the trainin’ with F.O.W.L.- it’s ‘cause part of your brain still thinks you’re gonna get jumped, even though you’re in a locked room an’ not in an open alley somewhere, right?”

“…You’re right.” Dominic had been looking at Steelbeak the whole time he spoke. At first he’d been surprised that the other man knew some of his less obvious habits so easily, but now, after seeing the distant look in the rooster’s eyes and listening to the tone of his voice, he understood where that knowledge came from. “You used to live like that too, didn’t you?”

“Yeah..” A small, melancholy smile tugged at the lighter bird’s beak as he watched the ripples slowly roll across the lake from the stones that he’d thrown. “Used t’ live with my old man in a rinky-dink shack way out in New Duck City. Spent most of the time inside ‘cause the old man flipped his lid anytime I tried gettin’ out, for some reason. Never went out t’ eat, never went t’ the doctor, and definitely didn’t go t’ school- had t’ teach myself t’ read an’ write an’ junk ‘cause he sure as heck wasn’t gonna. Only ever got one visitor..” His attempt at a smile started to fall as the last of the ripples slowly went still. “My ma- least, I think she was my ma, she didn’t really come ‘round that much, could’ve just been some broad he liked, but we had the same eyes so I called her ma- anyway, my ma disappeared when I was about eight. Old man got way worse after that..started comin’ home with black eyes an’ bloody shirts, and even askin’ ‘bout what he did earned me a cuff upside the head. Then, one night about two years after my ma stopped comin’ around, there was all this racket outside and I kept seein’ red an’ blue lights through the curtains…got outta bed an’ went t’ see what all the noise was about..” He gave a short, strained laugh and shook his head, the lake finally still enough that both of their reflections were visible in the water’s surface again. “The old man went down swingin’- up ‘gainst ten cops with just a glock and he STILL took out half of ‘em…right before they iced ‘im. After that they started comin’ for the front door. I didn’t know nothin’ ‘bout cops back then, all I knew was they were the guys that just plugged my old man full of holes and thought they were gonna do the same t’ me…so, I ran out the back and kept on runnin’..” He took a deep breath and sighed, finally looking away from the water and up towards the sky. “Didn’t have nowhere else t’ go and no one t’ turn to, so I just kinda drifted ‘round from one alley t’ the next..went on like that for a few years, gettin’ by with what I could get for free and stealin’ what I couldn’t..”

Dominic wasn’t really sure what to say at first.

That was…a lot to unpack.

For all of his flashy style, expensive taste in clothes and cars and gifts, and his general demeanor, Dominic never would have guessed that Steelbeak dealt with that sort of thing from such a young age. Ending up on the streets in his teens had already been hard enough to survive day to day- he could only imagine how much worse it was for a child who should have been just starting middle school…

Black fingers tossed a stone across the lake, distorting the reflections again as it skipped five times. “How did you end up in F.O.W.L.?” A distraction, he eventually decided, would probably be better than sympathy in that moment.

To his relief, Dominic saw the life slowly returning to his partner’s eyes. “Now that,” Steelbeak began with a smile slowly forming on his beak once more. “Is a fun one..” He took one of the rocks the loon handed him and threw it at the lake, getting four skips. “So, I’m skulkin’ ‘round the classy part of Featherton lookin’ for chumps t’ fleece, when I see this guy goin’ off on some poor bird sellin’ hot dogs out of a cart. The guy’s a real jerk, y’know? Yellin’ at the girl, tellin’ her she don’t what she’s doin’, sayin’ she gave ‘im the wrong change- just bein’ a real tool, y’know?” He smirked, chuckling quietly. “Then I see his wallet stickin’ outta his back pocket and think to myself ‘This must be karma’s way of teachin’ ‘im not t’ be such a prick’, and who am I to argue with karma, right? So I snag his wallet when I’m walkin’ past- the moron don’t even notice ‘til I’m duckin’ ‘round the corner. He had over two hundred in there, it felt like I’d won the friggin’ lottery!” He watched as Dominic threw a stone, six skips that time. “I treat myself t’ a nice lunch in one of the lower-class joints on the other side of town, stock up on groceries, then head back t’ the half-finished construction site I’d been crashin’ in for the past couple weeks. I turn in for the night, thinkin’ I had a pretty good day…” He kneels down by the bank and finds another stone. “ ‘Course, that changed when I woke up t’ someone grabbin’ me in the middle of the night.” He found a suitable rock and threw it without standing up, only getting three skips. “It was the guy whose wallet I stole- he’d tracked me down an’ brought his buddies for backup. I see one of ‘em pullin’ out handcuffs an’ think they’re cops, so I grab the knife I keep up my sleeve and start fightin’ back. I get in a few good licks before I bolt, even slice the guy with the wallet right up over his eye.” Unable to find any more rocks, he eventually stood back up. “I almost get away, when BOOM! Some big guy in an egg-shaped helmet clothes-line’s me when I’m goin’ down the stairs. I fall down, black out, and wake up tied to a chair in a dark room. Buncha guys start askin’ me questions ‘bout who I’m workin’ for an’ I tell ‘em ‘Hey, if I had a job, ya think I’d be pinchin’ wallets and sleepin on rebar?’- I figured I was gonna die anyway, so might as well go out swingin’, y’know?” He chuckled, watching Dominic throw the last of his own stones out into the water- beating Steelbeak’s best toss and actually reaching the other side. “Nice shot. So, they keep at it for a while, even start pullin’ out guns an’ threatenin’ t’ kill me. When I don’t break down cryin’, the lights come on and this big TV comes outta nowhere- it was my first time meetin’ High Command. Turns out the chump I pickpocketed was one of their top generals and’ they were impressed ‘cause, not only did I manage t’ steal from a general AND take out a bunch of their guys on my own, but it turns out they can’t find any record of me even EXISTIN’- no birth certificate, no social, nothin’..guess my old man never wanted anyone t’ know ‘bout me, for some reason..anyway, High Command offers me a job. Same sorta thing they tell everyone they pick up off the streets- ‘come work for us, you’ll get money, a place t’ live, blah, blah, blah’. Didn’t have much t’ lose, so I signed up. Was too young for the academy, so they just had me shadow my first partner and learn the ropes from ‘im. Officially joined when I was fifteen, got full agent status a year later, and the rest is history.”

Dominic looked at the lighter bird curiously. “Wait- you were only sixteen when you became an agent?”

Steelbeak returned the questioning look with a proud smirk. “Ye-p. Youngest agent in F.O.W.L. history ever. Earned my promotion after that little ‘incident’ with my first partner: High Command figured I’d proved my loyalty and was good enough t’ start field work.”

“……” Red eyes gazed down at the slowly stilling reflections of the lake before, after deciding there was nothing else to do over there, Dominic started walking down the trail again. “I think I owe you an apology.”

Steelbeak followed after the shorter bird, looking down at him with one brow cocked curiously. “I ain’t gonna argue with ya on that one, but I gotta know- for what?”

“For..how I treated you at first.” He was reluctant to do so, but the loon decided he’d swallow his pride long enough to give the other man the apology he deserved (though he wasn’t willing to look him in the eyes just yet). “When High Command transferred me to Saint Canard, they originally told me that I was being reassigned as the apprentice for the chief officer of F.O.W.L.. I assumed someone with such a high rank would be much older than me, probably someone close to retirement looking for a protégé to pass his secrets on to…and then I read your file. The first thing I saw was your date of birth and I thought ‘Wait, we’re both 33?’. I felt so..insulted that they would want to make me an apprentice for someone who was only two months older than me- it felt like I was being demoted.” A frustrated sigh left him as he ran his fingers through his hair, pushing some of the longer strands back briefly before they fell back into place. “Luckily they changed my title to ‘partner’ by the time I arrived, but the whole thing still left a bad taste in my mouth when I was already in a bad mood…and I’m pretty sure it showed in my attitude. I didn’t realize that, despite our age, you had so many more years of experience.” Finally, he looked back up into the other’s dark eyes. “So..I’m sorry for how I treated you when we first met, you didn’t deserve all of the attitude that I gave you- only some of it.”

“Wow,” Steelbeak said with a quiet snicker. “That looked excrucriatin’.” Dominic was about to tell him that, yes, it hurt him immensely to say that out loud, but he was surprised when the other bird’s cocky smirk softened slightly and he looked away while running a hand over his comb. “But…I gotta take my share of the blame, too. I know I ain’t the easiest guy t’ work with.” He sighed and looked back down at Dominic’s inquisitive gaze. “Truth is, I didn’t expect ya t’ last this long, most partners don’t last a month with me. They usually get killed, get on my nerves so much I just let ‘em die, or I get on their nerves so much that they take the first transfer they see- one guy even took a demotion down t’ eggman in the arctic just t’ get as far away from me as possible. I’m..kinda used to them just comin’ an’ goin’ now, so I try not t’ get attached..I don’t even bother learnin’ their names most of the time.” The corner of his beak lifted up in a half smile. “Believe it or not, you’re the longest lastin’ partner I’ve ever had. I didn’t really know what t’ do with ya after the first month went by and you were still here, so I tried bein’ more social but..well…guess the damage was already done, huh?” The look in his eyes was gentle, almost pleading when he next spoke- an expression that Dominic wasn’t used to seeing on him. “Can we just, I dunno…start over? Start things from this week and pretend everything before didn’t happen?”

Pretend none of it ever happened?

The rude introductions, snide remarks, venomous words, and cold glares that made up the bulk of their first month together…The awkward trips to bars and restaurants where he’d blown Steelbeak off in favor of some good looking strangers…That horrible first dinner where Steelbeak had obviously been trying to impress him like he was another one of his usual arm-candy “dates”…The unnecessarily expensive gifts and the inevitable frustration that followed…

To pretend that none of that happened and just start over from this week- to start from that day in the break room where they’d shared a nice meal and had pleasant conversation while toying with the idea of having dinner at Steelbeak’s apartment sometime in the future- that, honestly, was one of the best suggestion he’d ever heard.

A soft smile spread across the loon’s dark beak, the smile instantly easing the other bird’s expression back into an equally soft look. “I’d like that.”

For a while, neither of them said a word, they just gazed into each other's eyes. They’d bared a lot to each other, exposed old wounds (literally, in Steelbeak’s case), and, with just a couple hours of actually talking to one another, had grown closer than they had in the months they’d worked together. In a way, it was a little silly: If they’d just talked to each other like normal people, they could have avoided so many awkward or unpleasant moments and may have even been further along than a first date by now. Well, they couldn’t go back and fix things, but they could definitely treat this as a new beginning and try not to repeat their past mistakes.

Before they’d realized it, they were at the end of the path back at the gate leading out of the park.

Dominic felt his smile fall ever so slightly. He really wasn’t in the mood to leave yet, not when things were going so well..

“Hey, stripes,” Steelbeak’s voice caught his attention and Dominic looked up at his partner curiously, seeing that the rooster’s focus was set on something on the other side of the fence. “You’re packin’ heat, right?”

“Always.” Dominic patted the side of his shirt, right over where he had his guns holstered beneath the fabric.

A smirk that promised mischief spread across the rooster’s face when he met his partner’s eyes, pointing at something on the sidewalk just outside of the park. “Ya packin’ ice, too?”

He looked at the object curiously, a matching smirk appearing on his own face when he found the object in question. Oh, this was going to be fun.

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End Notes: This was probably my favorite chapter to write for this story. Coming up with a backstory for Steelbeak was way more fun then it probably should have been, but I couldn’t resist going all out x3

I also had a lot of fun thinking up what his beak would look like under the prosthesis and drew inspiration from the fact that I’ve had A LOT of dental work done in the past and actually have an artificial tooth with a post drilled into my upper jaw, so I thought about using something along those lines for Steelbeak but on a more extreme scale. I’m actually really satisfied with how it turned out, overall ^.^

#darkwing duck #dwd #steelbeak #Dominic Domino #steeldomino #100 follower giveaway!#talk to me

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dalilaswork · 6 years

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Wait for you || RK800 Connor x Reader

Author: Dalila

Ship: RK800 x Reader

Word count: 2.448

Prompt: "If he's going to treat you like shit I'm going to kick his ass."

Trigger Warnings: Abusive relationship, swearing, mention of cheating. Also, I'm a sucker for angst. This is angsty.

A/N: Soo, I had a blast writing this one. Unfortunately, it's nearly midnight here and I really can't wait to post it so it's not proofread yet. Sorry for the mistakes.

Requested by: @im-the-nerdiest-of-them-a11

“Fuck off, Jared.” you hissed at the phone, pressing it against your ear with your shoulder. It was almost midnight, and if it wasn’t for this stupid case, you’d be home for several hours. Probably asleep. Instead, you were rummaging through papers on your desk. “Look, I have more important things to do than to listen to your whining. Bye.” You cut the call before he could say anything, then threw the phone on the desk and sunk in your chair, letting out a sigh.

Fucking Jared…

“Is there something wrong, Detective?”

You smiled slightly at the soothing voice of your android partner. It was like honey to your ears after the heated conversation with your boyfriend.

“I’m fine, just a stupid fight with my boyfriend…” you said, going back to the papers on your desk. Those documents had to be there… If not, you’d have to go home, search for them and get back to work in the morning. And you wanted to wrap it up today…

“According to your heart rate, irregular breathing pattern, and the rush of blood to the cheeks you are far from fine.” you couldn’t help but chuckle. Connor was a great companion and most of the time you could forget that you’re talking to an android. Until he’d go and say something like that.

“Then why are you asking?” you turned in your chair to face him.

Connor’s face lit up with a soft, comforting smile. “Questions like that are a part of my social protocol.” you tilted your head at his words, your brows furrowing slightly.

“Well, your social protocol sucks,” you smiled at him, but then you noticed: his LED going red for a second and his eyes blinking. Biting your lower lip, you turned your face away. “I’m sorry…”

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” his voice didn’t change, he was still calm and collected. Perks of being an android: their voice could rarely betray their emotions. But there were other ways of telling when their programs had trouble comprehending.

“I know you miss him.” Hank’s death was what made the two of you partners. But still, it hung over your heads like a stormy sky. Whenever you behaved like his previous partner, his first friend, you could see him glitching. It was subtle, momentary loss of control over his body. But it was the equivalent of human’s voice cracking and eyes tearing up. It was the pain… And you hated being the cause behind it.

“Go home, Detective,” he regained control and began collecting the papers on your desk. Some of the information you were working with were too important to put online, that’s why you still had lots of the old-fashioned documents all around. Another little thing that reminded Connor of Hank. “I’ll take care of this.”

“No, no, I can do it.” I got up and tried to stop him, but he took my hands in his halfway through. His artificial skin was cool, compared to a human. But it was calming…

“Go home,” he repeated, his brown eyes piercing through you. And although his voice sounded more firm this time, his hold on your hands remained gentle. Your heart skipped a beat, but… why… “Your productivity level has dropped significantly. It would be highly recommended for you to take a break and rest before going back to work.” you swallowed, before taking a step back. It felt nice, having Connor hold your hands like that, but at the same time it made you nervous. You weren’t used to such tenderness, you realised.

“Are you sure?” you asked, already feeling guilty for leaving him with all the work. You should be more productive, you should have done more…

All Connor did was smile at you. “I’m sure, you should use some rest.”

“Thanks,” you just muttered, gathering all your stuff from the desk. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that after this fight, you wouldn’t get much rest at home. These days you could hardly rest…

later that night

Connor opened his eyes and looked around.

The playground by the river was quiet. The only sound that came to the android’s ears was the howling, winter wind. Connor watched the leaves dancing on the sidewalk as they flew towards the old bench. Towards the grey-haired man with a bottle in his hands.

“Took you some time, huh?” Hank asked as Connor sat beside him on the bench. He didn’t have to look at his partner to know that he was smirking. “I get it though.” the man took a gulp of the beer. “It must suck to have a dead man as a guide.”

“I’m glad it’s you…” Connor said quietly. Having Hank in his former Zen Garden was a big improvement. After deleting Amanda it was… too empty in there. Connor figured that disconnecting her code from CyberLife and adding modifications based on his memories with Lt. Anderson would make her more reliable… adding Hank as an interface was a pure formality.

But the realization that the man sitting beside him was nothing more than a line of code in his program… it hurt. Most of the time it hurt so much that this change seemed to be an obvious mistake…

And then came days like these. When he was desperate for even that simple line of code.

“I’m worried about (Y/N)…” Connor voiced his thoughts. Worries concerning his friend were clouding his mind, blocking him. “The more time I spend thinking if she’s alright, the less time we have to work on this investigation.”

“Yeah, that’s what you’re worried about.” Hank mocked him, shaking the bottle. There was little of the liquid left.

“What do you mean?”

“For fuck’s sake, Connor! You’ve always been blind to your emotions, but in this case it’s pretty fucking obvious.” Hank turned to him, placing his big hand on Connor’s shoulder. “You love that girl, admit it.”

“She has a boyfriend.” Connor muttered, taking the coin out of the pocket of his pants. Even while exploring the depths of his mind, he still felt the need to occupy himself.

“She’s got a leech, not a boyfriend.” Hank shook his head, taking his hand away. After a moment of silence from Connor, as he continued the tricks with the coin, Hank stood up and turned in the direction of the playground. Connor’s gaze remained fixed on the river. “You know, if I were you, I would kick his ass for treating her like shit.”

“It’s her personal life, I shouldn’t interfere.” the coin flew in between his fingers. He didn’t catch it.

“Bullshit.” Hank called him out. “She’s your friend. And you’re in love with her. God, why are you making this so complicated?” the android didn’t respond. “There’s nothing else I can do for you, Connor. Now it’s all up to you.”

Connor opened his eyes and looked around.

The cemetery was quiet. All he heard was the wind. And all he was left with was a tombstone.

a few days later

“Fuck you!” you yelled, storming off to the kitchen. On days like this you’ve got enough. Such fights made it hard to remember why you and Jared were together in the first place. All you ever do is fight.

“Oh, that’s what you’re doing? Running away? Sure, that’s what you’re best at.” his shouts followed you to the kitchen and soon enough he was too. “Now better tell me where the hell were you all night? Slutting around with your plastic toy?” the kitchen light emphasised his messy hair and the dark circles under his eyes. None of you dealt with your problem well.

“I’ve been working so you can continue to laze your ass around on the fucking couch!” you shouted in response, leaning your hands on the cabinet. You were tired, after once more working overtime. Your asshole boyfriend was the last thing you wanted to deal with that evening. “And before you shove my work in my face one more fucking time, maybe you’d like to explain to me what was Daria doing here yesterday, huh?” his ex-girlfriend had been one of the many reoccurring elements of your fights. And the fact that the neighbours were kind enough to inform you about her visit only added to your rage. “Are you hooking up with that bitch behind my back?” you shouted, venom and hurt marking your every word.

“I wouldn’t have to if you paid more attention to me than to your damn department!”

That was the last straw. You fought over many things, but never, ever did you have to deal with him actually cheating on you. And the way he said it, so carelessly, made your blood boil.

“You dick!” not even realising it, you grabbed a plate and threw it his way. “After all those years…” you turned around to grab something else but then he grabbed your hand. “Don’t you fucking touch me!” you tried to take your hand away, but his grip was firm. So you used your other hand to punch him in the stomach. He let go.

“You’re a liar and a bastard!” you should have walked away. You should have been smarter and leave. But you wanted more, to yell at him and bring him down. You were so blinded by your rage that you didn’t see the slap coming.

It was swift and you barely felt it at first. The realisation came first, itching came later. This would surely leave a mark.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” he yelled, taking a step back.

You sent him a death glare before moving past him. After what'd happened you wouldn’t sleep there that night.

the next day

You didn’t even make it to your chair at the department.

“What happened to you?” Connor asked, rushing to your side. It may have been the first time you saw his face so overtaken with concern. His LED was switching between yellow and red as his hand gently cupped your face. You didn’t have your makeup bag with you to cover the mark on your face.

“It’s nothing.” You removed his hands from your face, without looking him in the eye. What'd happened the night before was the last thing you wanted to discuss with Connor. So instead of talking to him you took your seat behind the desk.

“This isn’t nothing, (Y/N)!” you turned your gaze from him, not being able to meet his eyes. “Did he do this to you?” the question lingered in the air, as you breathed deeply. You wished you could act as calm and collected as Connor.

What you didn’t know was that he couldn’t be further from being calm. Because you refused to look at him you didn’t see that his LED was now a solid red. Connor kneeled beside your chair so he wouldn’t look at you from above. His thoughts were racing, trying to put together what could have possibly happened the previous night. He should have known. He should have protected you…

“If that makes any difference, I punched him first...” you said, unsure why you were defending the douchebag. You should be screaming, insulting him. But you weren’t the type to talk shit about people with others. Even if they fucked up this bad.

“It doesn’t make any difference.” his voice soothed your nerves, as his hand reached out once more to cup your good cheek. He didn’t force you to look at him, but you did anyway. “You deserve better. And you shouldn’t allow him to treat you this way.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “You know, your social protocol is pretty generic.” After that your gaze dropped down once more and so did his hand. You knew he was right. And he didn’t even know the whole story... “That’s what everyone would say. But it’s not that easy...” you fiddled with your fingers, before looking up at him once more, with a tired smirk on your face. “What does your social protocol has to say about that?” you mocked, trying to lighten up the mood.

“Nothing.” Connor replied simply. Truth was there were other options that came from his original program. “I, however, have something to say,” and yet he decided to go with something he learned from the only person he’d known that understood how complicated human's emotions could be. “If he’s going to treat you like shit I’m going to kick his ass.”

Your eyes widened with surprise and confusion at his words. Connor never talked like that. But then you understood and chuckled slightly. “Oh…” you took his hand in yours and squeezed it gently. “He’d be proud of you.” you smiled, noticing his LED going from red to yellow.

“I mean it though,” he covered your hand with his and a single tear ran down your cheek at his words. His presence was always reassuring but today… It was so much more than that. You were used to being comforted by him, but never before had he been so open with you. So protective...

“You’re a great friend.” you murmured, your voice slightly cracking due to the tears gathering in your eyes. His hand went up your cheek to wipe that one tear away.

“It’s because I care about you…” all of a sudden he no longer sounded like himself. Even after becoming alive, he always had this machine-like speech. But not anymore; he sounded so sincere as he brought his face closer to yours. “You have no idea how much…”

You felt yourself being drawn to him. Even though the artificial skin was cool, his presence felt so warm… So welcoming…

But…

“I… I can’t.” you whispered, his face being mere inches from yours. You just couldn’t do it. Jared cheated on you, yes. But you had to prove to yourself that you were better than him. That you wouldn’t just fall into another man’s arms while still being in a relationship. “I’m with him, and…”

“It’s okay,” to your surprise, his face was lit up with a smile as he took his hand away from your cheek. “I understand.” he then took your hand in yours and pressed a soft kiss to the back of your palm. You saw he was getting up from his knees.

“Connor, I…” you got up as well. You wanted to apologise; explain yourself. That you weren’t ready yet. That you would need to break up with Jared first…

“You don’t have to say anything,” he looked you in the eyes and smiled more widely. You made sure that his LED returned to steady blue before you could also smile to him. “I really understand.”

Even now you can’t remember who was the first one to envelop the other in a friendly hug. Silence fell over the two of you and once more in your life you were glad that your desk was situated so far into the department that no one witnessed this scene.

And at that moment Connor made a silent promise to Hank. That he would get you out of this mess. That he would protect you, cherish you.

But he would wait… until you were ready.

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hedgewolf-hunters · 5 years

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Silence is golden

Drake: Hey you guys want to see one of my adventures from last week? Than take a seat and open those ears up cause have i got a story for you.

In the city of Etrinitat on the corner of main and etheral st a two story old-fashioned wooden establishment sits. The sign a top the doors reads, Alpha & Omega, Bar and grill. Inside was a bustling collection of mobians big and small from avians to deep diggers to the deepest underwater divers. A female dark red wolf is behind a bar counter serving older customers liquor drinks and scaring off under age kids. She has two blue stripes under her sea blue eyes and her hair like fur is done in a single massive braid. Shes wearing a sleevless leather jacket with a tank top underneath, dark blue skin tight jeans and spiked boots on her feet.

"Mom im cutting out early today." A maroon colored male wolf with hedgehog quills barely extending from his head says to the female. He has a black stripe going down the only two quills he has and the same matching blue stripes under his glowing amber eyes. The male is in a sleevless parka, black zipper boots, and gloves with a slightly raised bump on the knuckles.

"Yeah and do what my son?" She asks. Turning to him after serving another customer. The boy places down a crystal double tapping it so a hologram of a bounty appears. Its of a raccon with a list of crimes.

"Drake this guy is an sociopath with a hard on for killing hunters and civilians. Not to mention he probably has a following with him." The woman says.

"Mom i know this. Its the reason i took the job in the first place. You know physical attacks either don't connect or do any real damage, not to mention I'm probably one of only two other people in this building who can actually get close to him." Drake says.

"Sky let the boy go. He needs to learn to take care of himself anyway, and he cant do that if you hold him back from jobs or doing them alone." A purple hedgehog says from the door leading to the kitchen. Her eyes are normal amber compared to the boys, her quills done in a ponytail are greying slightly at the tips as they stop just past halfway down the door. She has a single white stripe on top of her head down her middle quill and a black stripe down each of her outer quills. Shes dressed in sports top and short, and hightop shoes with a chef outfit over it all.

"Thank you Aunt Aura. See mom even Auntie thinks i should give at least one solo job a shot. Look if it doesnt turn out to well than i will not ask again to take a solo. But if it does than can you please just let me do my own every now and then?" Drake asks his over protective mother. Sky bites her lip wanting to say no but knowing they both have a point.

"Fine. But if you get into any trouble trigger the flare and your brother will be there to back you up." Sky says locking a braclet around her second sons wrist.

"Will do ma. Alright ill be back in a couple days. He's in the grassland plains. How he hasnt been caught already, besides his psychotic nature, ill be finding out soon enough." Drake says picking up the crystal and running out the door. He kicks into high gear once outside the bar and runs across the city in a minute flat to the west wall gate.

By nightfall Drake has finally escaped the great forest that surrounds his home and the city. He groans stretching.

"Damn i really wish i had dads super speed, but no, it went to Scarlet and Inferna only. Me and Bane gotta push just to keep up and i have to push harder since Bane can clear the forest in minutes thanks to his wings." Drake grumbles to himself as he stretches his sore legs. A orb flies out from his jacket.

"Oh stop complaining. Your compensation for these little differences is me and our shared abilities. After all none of them can use the Astral plane, like i told you to use, to travel nearly instantly." A feminine voice says from the orb.

"I got excited and forgot ok. No need to chew my head off Aster. Besides wheres the adventure in instant travel? If we had we wouldn't had to chase away those pups from the cargo transport and kept supplies running to the city." Drake says to the orb. The feminine voice huffs and returns to his jacket.

"Fine but when this job is done we go home my way. Last thing we need is for you to lose your prey fending off adolescent feral wolves again." Aster says before going silent again. Drake chuckles as he starts running again headed to the city of the plains Primous.

Day break arrives and Drake yawns from his room inside a old fashioned inn. He arrived around midnight in the city and could only find this building to rest in. He stretches getting a few pops in his back from sleeping on the lumpy mattress. He grunts as he gets up off the bed and walks to the sink in the room. He spashes ice cold water in his face and reaches into one of his inner jacket pockets. Seemingly deeper than it looks he pulls out some morning hygiene tools.

Half an hour later Drake heads down to the main floor and walks out waving bye to the shop keep. The town is now bustling with buisness, cars driving by pedestrians walking around and kids heading to schools nearby. Drake smiles as he jumps up onto the roof and takes in a birds eye view of the city. Whistling as the crowded busy streets clog up in the mornng traffic. A few sky scrapers litter the city and a few cathedrals, his targets usual dumping sites. Smirking Drake jumps from the building and lands on the sidewalk, he heads into the deeper parts of town blending in as much as he can.

Three hours later Drake is stopped at the last cathedral in the city.

"The place where it all started. A city inspector came to check on the building and found several dead bodies placed in various forms of worship. The cops caught video footage of the raccoon in question shortly after the bodies were found in other cathedrals. Mobians have been scared of this place ever since and the neighborhood has been evacuated do to that fear." Aster says while Drake stands by the doors.

"And some mobians have come to worship him as a new messiah with the messages he's left with the last seven victims. I wonder why is it than that they cant trace his signal during the 'Prayer' as its been labeled. Someones gotta have a clue to where this loon is." Drake mumbles as he stares at the gothic doorway of the church. He scratches his head as he turns around and bumps into a young female raccoon.

"My bad little lady didnt see you there." Drake says taking a knee to help her up. She shakes her head with a small smile as she takes his hand of help. Drake smells the blood and goes wide eyed for a second before passing out from a needle in his neck. Aster stays silent as Drake passes out.

"See momma I caught the bad man after daddy." The raccoon girl says pulling the needle out and waving at a bush. The female fox that ran the inn Drake slept at walks out.

"Good girl. Now lets get him inside before anyone sees." The fox says grabbing Drake by his feet.

An hour later Drake groans awake strapped to a table with a light glaring down at him. He thinks back to what happened before he fell out. The flash back coming back he sighs and grinds his teeth a little.

"Seems someone is noticing his mistake." Aster says. Drake glares at his jacket quickly and than lays back.

"Cant blame you for that one, i deserved it. Guess the bait was too good for him to pass up." Drake mutters under his breath to Aster. She snorts in reply and Drake feels something hovering over his hands.

"Not yet, let the bait settle a little more. But if you feel like im in trouble...feel free to get dirty." Drake says the sensation leaves his wrist as Aster sighs. Drake whistles a tune from his childhood as he waits for the next half an hour till his target appears. A four foot tall raccon with well built frame wearing a priests robe.

"Hello my little sheep. Glad to see your comfy in your protective bindings." The raccoon says.

"Well you left me on this slab with nothing to get comfy with so i made do." Drake replies.

"Heh you are quite the talkative type arent you little sheep." He says.

"No shit Sherlock, I've been stuck up here for half an hour with nothing to do but whistle an old lullaby." Drake says

"Hmm, do you know why you are here little-"

"Call me little sheep one more time and I'm gonna tear a hole through your windpipe." Drake interrupts the raccoon getting tired of that comendering tone that follows the words.

"Fine than hunter, i assume you are here for my head but it seems you're about to lose yours." The raccoon says dropping the fatherly tone to his true thug accent. He walks towards a table with a bloody cloth over it and powerlines leading out from underneath it.

"You assume I'll lose my head here, but let me ask you, do you know why i didn't tear your daughter in half before the needle touched my skin? Or why I didn't drag your wife out of the bushes when they hid behind me?" Drake asks making the raccoon stop in his tracks. Aster uses the moment to slice the straps lightly, enough that they can be broken with even the slightest move. The raccoon turns around glaring at Drake.

"Dude you think I didnt notice the table setting in the back of the inn? Or that i was being followed from cathedral to cathedral? Not to mention your ladies eyes when she heard me say i was a hunter." Drake says. The raccoon looks confused.

"Than why did you allow yourself to be captured?" He asks walking over to Drake puzzled now.

"Honestly i didnt know you would send your own flesh and blood to capture me, that threw me for a loop for a second. But its just how I hunt by myself. I dont go looking for prey i let them come to me." Drake finishes with a grin freeing his hand and grabbing the raccoon by his robe and tossing him over the table with the power tools. Drake quickly curls into a spin dash to free himself and stands up on the floor. Two gunshots in his direction make him turn towards the firing squad of the wife and child. Rubbing the bridge of his nose Drake summons Aster in physical form. A scythe blade with a gap where its connected to the curved staff, a smaller blade growing out the opposite side. Gold trimm visibly and bulbously formimg a drip down pattern down the staff till it reaches the bottom where the gold turns into a spear point.

Drake spins the scythe around in his hand as he walks towards the two females. Bullets bounce off the scythe like rubber as Drake gets closer to them. Once the ammunition is out Drake stops spinning the scythe and grabs a point on the foxes collar bone that sends her to sleep. He back steps the small Raccoon and slams the wood down across her back before striking her several times with his fingers in specific locations to immobolize her and put her to sleep as well.

"Now that the peanut gallery is take care of, where were we?" Drake asks gibing Aster one final spin before resting her against his shoulder. The male Raccoon has stumbled back on the floor.

"You are some sort of Demon, you must be!" He exclaims. Drake snorts as he grips Aster with both hands.

"Hear that Aster, he thinks we're demons." Drake says. A shimmer from the balde makes the Raccoon back up more.

"Ah if only he could hear me, id havea few choice words for him to show him how demon like we are." Aster says to Drake. Drake grins watching as the man scrambles for a knife. He stops a few feet away from the raccoon whos now on his feet with a serrated blood covered machete. Drake leans one foot forward and one foot back, lowering Aster to hover above the floor he holds her with both hands at the ready to swing. The raccoon charges at Drake like a scared child wildy swinging the machete. Drake waits till hes within two feet of them and swings Aster in an upward arc going right through him, than coming back down in the opposite direction. He side steps as the raccoon passes him still swinging scared. Drake finishes by slicing aster through his neck. All three attacks leave no mark on the raccoon whos confused as he felt the blade go through him all three times.

"Im gonna give you two options now psycho. Come quietly and live out your days in a jail cell nice and comfy. Or." Drake says snapping his fingers. The cuts slowly form where the blade touched, not deep like they should be but enough that they are drawing faint amounts of blood.

"I let your cuts form fully to the point of no return." Drake says making a slicing motion with his thumb across his throat. The raccoon gasps in pain feeling the sensation of the two across his body getting deeper agonizingly slowly.

"Please, just stop the pain! Take me in but stop this torture." He begs. Drake raises a brow and steps over to the writhing raccoon.

"You think this is pain? You think i should show you mercy that you never showed to twenty others? No this isnt pain and suffering, this isnt torture yet little sheep." Drake says makimg the raccoon look up at him for a moment. In that moment drake showed him something few others see unless he wants them too.

"Remember you know nothing of suffering, pain, or torture. I'll take you in but you nore your family will remember the other. Of that i will make sure of." Drake says lifting Aster and slamming the spear point down onto his targets head.

Drake: No i didnt kill the guy. Aster can sever bonds and memories with her spear point. I simply took all threes memories of being together from the point of the killings. The wife thought he had left her and the child and thats the way it will stay while the shit rots his life away in prison now. And quick note from the mun that no more stories this week. He'll have more ready next week but this week he will be focusingnon his other project. If you want to Rp with us we can do that or answer questions. But no stories for the next six days.

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baozis-marshmallow · 6 years

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A Girl is a Gun: Im Jaebum (Got7) Mafia AU

Pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Thriller, romance, dystopian, organized crime, fluff, smut

Summary: Im Jaebum is the leader of the notorious mob known as the 7. They hold extreme power, and every other gang wants what they have; including Y/N’s father, a corrupt political superpower in this dystopian world. This man will do anything to get even a fraction of the 7′s fortune. Even if it means destroying them in the process. However, Jae makes the politician a deal that he simply can’t turn down.

Previous Chapters: 1 - 2

{TRIGGER WARNING: Contains drinking, gang violence, swearing, and themes of kidnapping.}

You can find the moodboards that correspond with this fic here!

*There is no smut in this chapter, but there will be in future chapters*

c h a p t e r 2

You awoke from your slumber feeling like you were having the worst hangover of your life. Your head pounded, and it had felt like someone had punched you in the gut. While rubbing your temple in an attempt to alleviate your migraine, you found that a large, swollen bump had formed; likely from when Jae had thrown you in the car.

That bastard, you thought to yourself.

You turned your head to take in your surroundings and the entire room began to spin. You had to grip the sheets you sat on to stop you from falling over, and you were really wondering if what he had injected you with was poison. When the potentially drug-induced vertigo eased away, you were able to catch some of the details of the room.

Ornate vaulted ceilings towered above you, and held a giant, broken chandelier that had littered various pieces of crystal on the floor. You were sat upon an old, elegant looking four-poster bed with tatters of what you assumed to have been a silk canopy at one point. The paint was peeling off the walls around the half-broken, floor-to-ceiling windows that adorned the one side of the room.

Whatever this place was, it must have been beautiful at one point, but it looks like you were the first person to set foot in here in years. Although, perhaps maybe not, because you noted that the thick layer of dust that covered most of the furniture, did not cover the bed, nor the bedside table. In fact, you had noted the strong, distinct scent of disinfectant, and that there were several pairs of foot prints in the dirty floor leading to and from where you now sit. Your heart began to race. Where the hell where you?

As if on cue, you heard the large wooden doors of the room creak open, and you nearly jumped out of your skin. Without thinking you pushed yourself backwards into the headboard of the bed, and grabbed the nearest object that could do the most damage. In this case, it was an ornate candlestick that must have once been on the now-clean bedside table. It looked like it had been pushed to the floor in a hurry.

A man had appeared in the doorway, but it was not Jaebum. This guy had a mess of light brown hair and warm eyes. He had his mouth twisted in a sad, almost sympathetic smile after seeing how frightened you were. He was of average height and average build, nothing you couldn’t handle if you needed to, but he didn’t give off a hostile vibe at all. In fact, he actually felt - friendly? You weren’t going to let your guard down though, there was no way you could trust anyone right now.

He began to walk towards you, adding another set of footprints to the dust, and opening his mouth to speak. “Hello Y/N I’m Doc-” he was cut off by having to duck away from the candlestick you had thrown at his head.

“You stay the fuck away from me, you hear?” You screamed “I want nothing to do with you or your BASTARD of a boss.”

The man stood back up with a look of horror and raised both hands at you for mercy. “Okay look I know you’re mad.” he said. Obviously he could tell he was testing dangerous waters.

“Yeah, no shit,” you said.

“I’m sorry for Jae being,” he paused for a minute trying to find the right words “Jae.” He brushed the dust from his coat. “However, believe me, if he wanted you dead, you would be dead.”

You were taken aback at his words. He did have a point. He must have wanted you alive for a reason.

“Now as I was saying before you tried to assault me, I’m Doctor Choi Youngjae. I’m the one that created the drug that Jae used on you, but I’m also the one who saved your sorry ass when it nearly killed you.”

Now you were starting to wish you had another candlestick. “You made that crap he injected me with? It feels like I was hit by a truck.”

“Well its meant to be a quick getaway, as we have been getting jumped rather often.” He paused to give you a look filled with shade and anger. There was no way he knew it was your father who kept sending men to attack them, right? “Its disguised as a clickable ball point pen so it can be carried anywhere without any way of being detected.”

“And its supposed to kill people?”

“Its supposed to knock them out long enough for us to make a getaway,” he corrected. “I’m not much for killing people, considering I make a living saving them.” He slowly and carefully started to walk toward you again, obviously worried that you would try to hit him with something else. “The pen is made with a large dose of anesthetics to put the target in a temporary coma. However, I’m still formulating the proper doses, as it would be a different amount for each person based on height, weight, sex...” He waved his hands in a “and so on” fashion. “The dose he injected you with was enough to take out a man about three times your size, which is why it almost killed you.”

You let out an anger-filled laugh “I guess he really did want me dead then, huh?”

“Well, no. He just wasn’t aware. He doesn’t think of these things.”

You rolled your eyes. “He doesn’t think of a lot of things apparently.”

The doctor just pointed a finger at you and gave you a look that said you’re not wrong.

A pain suddenly shot from your neck to your forehead, and you hissed in pain.

“How about if you promise to stop throwing things at me, I’ll give you some pain killers. Deal?” He said with a smile. You hated to admit it, but you kinda liked the guy.

“Deal.” you said, returning his smile.

“Great, now lets get you out of bed. The boss wants to talk to you.”

End of Chapter 2

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pinksweatergettingbetter · 6 years

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warning, the following has mainly snarky (and possibly furious) opinions on Spirit of Justice. Reader discretion is advised.

Okay folks. this is it. part 1 of the final chapter

here we go.

trial day 2?? oh yeah i forgot they split this game up in the worst, uneven way possible

wow that cutscene was

something alright

wow datz actually managed to hold onto the snow globe. kudos?

what the fuck

i think i heard it wrong but Dhurke’s objection sounds like an old man

I'm pretty sure i heard it wrong

missed the bass

who was that no– oh Garananana

i guess she's gonna be the final boss instead huh

im so tired i cant even snark properly

“is that kosher?”

i like it

oh god

what.... what is she wearing

i mean

fuckin

TALK about madonna-whore complex. oh yeah, time to turn super evil?? bear your midriff! show off dem tiddies!

look, SOJ. theres only one bad bitch in ace attorney who can pull off floaty tendril hair, and its NOT ga’ran.

i cant believe i have to look at this train wreck for the rest of the trial

“heh heh heh. its all coming back now. the feel of my blood pumping through my veins”

this is perhaps because youre actually moving now, your eminence.

can we just dispense with the trial and have a good old fashioned anime fight? cmon apollo, spike up that hair and grab your BFS.

“meep”

WHATS WITH THE MEEPING

BONNY DID THAT TOO

SOJ ITS 2016 ...ACTUALLY ITS 2028 YOU HOLES

everyone in the court: :O what??? whats wrong with rayfa??? why is she sad???

oh i dunno maybe because her fucking Father just got brutally murdered?? maybe??

what the fuck is up with SOJ characters being dumb as a bag of bricks when it comes to other peoples’ feelings regarding death of loved ones???

phoenix: shits fucked, thats why?? apollo: OHHHHHHHHHHHHH

“seems like she's worse off today than she was yesterday”

hey game you'd better not be implying any shit

“discipline”

soj

alright, back after another longass break. i can do this.

( That’s oddly compassionate of him, all things considered )

I was about to defend Nahyuta because what kind of person wouldn’t try to spare a child from witnessing that kind of trauma... but then again, this is the Sadmad who purposefully tried to trigger someone into losing a trial so

(shrug emoji)

grana’s gone into full HORHORHOR BITCH MODE

partially I'm totally numb because i dont have any stakes in her newfound ebilness, and partially I'm tired of this weird new trend of child abuse in the new games

“Barbed head.”

oh my god

the first person she goes to after realizing that her caretaker is gone is fucking Phoenix

im gonna cry

“ive been reduced to “royal robe remover”” NO NICK YOU’VE BEEN UPGRADED TO DAD BY SOMEONE WHO’S NOT YOU

( ‘It’s like she’s grooming Mr. Wright to be Nayna’s replacement’)

I know this game is all about confusing bullshit for heartwarming moments and vice versa but guys

good lord

my heart

i really needed that

(sigh) they really couldn’t get someone who sounded like a fucking 14 year old to do her voice?? really???

rayfa: (looks like she's going to die and collapses)

apollo: this is not good...

gee apollo you really think so?

wait a fuking second

we went through the whole dance cutscene and we’re not even going to see the pool??? does that mean the priestess has to be conscious and present for the images to be visible? ...and how does that work, anyway?

i just realized, a medium could use a pool to see the dead, but how the hell could they project it for others to see?? does she literally open a portal to hell???

(sigh) i just regret sitting through that cutscene again

“cabal of traitorous lawyers”

i love that

(Seriously Dhurke? This is no laughing matter.)

this basically sums up Dhurke’s entire personality

...yknow, i know what they were trying to do with his character– i really do. i know he’s supposed to come off as a dashing, cavalier rebel who laughs in the face of danger.

but they overshot endearingly irreverent and ploughed straight into fuckwaddome. if you want a character to be charming, they need softer moments too. Dhurke isn’t a bad person, but he’s kind of an asshole when you get right down to it, and nothing so far is proving otherwise.

ok ive heard Dhurke’s Objection again and it doesn't sound like an old man– it just sounds about as overblown and ridiculous as Manfred von Karma’s (not to mention about as deep)

LET DHURKE SAY BITCH

... i guess

another perfect example of Dhurke being kind of a fuckwad: he keeps needling the queen and baiting her in ways that could get himself killed, which would be all fine and dandy if he were the brave resistance leader being tortured for information in the bowels of a dungeon.

...but here’s the thing.

IF YOU DIE, DHURKE, APOLLO AND PHOENIX DIE TOO. DID YOU FORGET ABOUT THE GODDAMN DC ACT? ITS NOT JUST YOUR DEAD ASS ON THE LINE HERE SO SHUT YOUR SASSY TRAP AND THINK ABOUT SOMETHING OTHER THAN YOUR *AMAZING WIT* FOR ONCE.

you’ve got 2 extra lives on the line here.

...3 if my suspicions are correct.

stop calling him son please you abandoned him in an orphanage and didnt contact him for 14 years.

...and if he can’t call you ‘dad’ you have no right to call him ‘son’

coming back to this after ghost trick has convinced me that one of ga’ran’s lackeys miiiiiight be related to Cabanela, baby

“Wright... I can see we are kindred spirits, you and I! Hah-ha ha ha ha ha!!”

FUCK YOU DHURKE

“It’s pretty easy to spot the difference between a soulless man and the soulless shell of a man”

ok that did get a laugh out of me, good job dhurke.

apollo: pls dont get us killed dhurke: mmmm ok ill try but I'm not promising anything lol

://///

“But remember, son, if you truly believe in me, you should be able to prove my innocence.”

do i even have to list how many reasons thats wrong and a shitty thing to say

“Such Insolence”

You’ve been beat out, Not So Fast

Ga’ran used Gust!

Apollo flinched and couldn’t move!

“I could behead you at any time”

she's got a point; she’s a fucking despot, there’s no reason to actually hold a trial. i mean i guess she wants to shut up the rebels but just killing them would be a lot easier and its not like she has any qualms about murder

“Aw shoot, ya got me.”

again, not an appropriate reaction for whats going on buddy

lol get fucked kjudge

DGFUFUS OH COOL

WE GOT GUILTY (excited cheers from the audience)

the applause and the shots of everyone with :O faces is making me feel like i just won a gameshow

wheres my cheesy jingle

also i love how Dhurke’s like “oh shit!! my assholishness has directly resulted in my son’s death!!! did NOT see that coming!!!!!!!!!”

again the sound mixing is drowning out the background music (sigh)

“your benevolence? I’d be happy to lend an ear if you’d like to talk!”

>this is it, this is why he leaves the series guys. Apollo is too good for these sinful games.

DAMNIT DHURKE, YOUR SHIT MOUTH IS RUBBING OFF ON YOUR SON

hmm

we’ve got an april may here

“Rayfa, I shall buy you a new servant”

so Kooraheen practices slavery..? I mean, she.... she said ‘buy’, not hire.

“she would have left shoeprints”

do you know what evaporation is your malevolence

wait wait wait

that doesn't make any sense

the only prints leading out are from Inga, but the prints inside the building are from Nayna? how did she avoid leaving prints leading inside, then?? did she just long-jump over the dirt path???

the guards are not fanboying, apollo, they’re toadying. there’s a difference.

apollo: maybe the place he was stabbed and the place he died were different

(the game only continues after you carefully explain what dying of blood loss is three years later)

to be completely fair, there are actually stories of people who were unaware of being stabbed

furthermore, when you get stabbed, you’re not going to be the most rational human being on earth.

phoenix, don’t give sadmad that point, especially when he’s currently assaulting your protege

now, as i was saying, Apollo’s suggestion that Inga was stabbed in the back and then ran into the temple is perfectly plausible; running to shelter from an attacker is probably the first thing you’d want to do when injured, and the tomb was a pretty safe place, i’d wager.

tbh i really don’t know why they’re arguing about him feeling the pain as that wouldn’t really impair his movement considering he was stabbed in a place that wouldn’t affect his ability to walk???

but yeah apparently he was doped up to shit so

...i highly doubt back pain medication is strong enough to negate a stab wound. on the other hand, if it is and your back pain is THAT intense, Inga, you need to see a fucking doctor pronto.

...yeah shots straight into the spine is one step away from surgery; not to be an asshole but I'm not sure Inga was doing so well anyway before he went

huh. are they really gonna give us an actual choosable choice to abandon Dhurke and save our own skin? Cause that would be interesting; a lot like the old games where you could “”choose”” to defend a client or not.

to be clear here, though, i wouldn't choose “no” even as much as i dislike dhurke. we know (sigh) that he’s innocent, and even if i dont like him it’s our duty to defend his shitty ass

OH HOLY FUCK

THERES THE CHOICE

wow. y’know SOJ, i dont much like you, but you fuckin Did That. well done.

also thank you for the Justice pun it is much appreciated.

“And while I can’t say I’m used to it, this isn’t exactly my first rodeo”

FWHAT

>game flashes back to the Ahlbi case

DSKJFLS THIS IS LITERALLY THE “at second rodeo: this isn't my first rodeo” POST

YES OK WE’VE SEEN THIS CUTSCENE TWICE NOW ALREADY

WE GET IT, RAYFAS GOT COLD FEET ABOUT BEING QUEEN

MAYAS IN THE GAME

phoenix: allow me to mansplain how rayfa is feeling despite how fucking obvious it is. after all, we know our players have the mental and emotional capacity of goldfish!

oh hey mansplain is a legit word in the dictionary

cool!

why are they building this up?? just fucking tell Rayfa to do her stupid dance again and get on with it; we already did this at the beginning of the trial

“Hmm... Indeed. It would be problematic.”

ohohoooohohohhhihgjhgo

oh her nails are actually tiny pen

thats neat

thank goodness Kooraheeneese is an up-and-down written language– otherwise they’d have to make a whole new animation for the english game teehee

“....................But... Horn Head needs my help”

oh my heart

dan she just straight up begone’d her

see the one thing that falls flat here is that, during a regular trial, the prosecution saying “oh, ok, have it your way; you can try to prove your theory” holds up a little more since they... you know. don’t have absolute power.

where as, with Garananana, its more like she's just a huge posturing pushover. especially since every other minute she's saying “ok, I'm gonna kill you for REAL now.”

rayfa: b but if i fail you'll be killed!!! i dont get it...

apollo: i literally just finished explaining that I'm 100% ready to die for my shitty job that was like 5 minutes ago

it is sweet to see that he’s cheering her on though. good big bro

I'm finding small solace in this beautiful moment of “your foreign dad and bro are here for you babe reach for the stars”

Athena’s probably flashing a double thumbs up from the gallery too

“But... I finally know now. I know in what I can trust”

Bobby, from the afterlife: YOU’RE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE

Garan: What??? my tiny 14 year old daughter is going to do a thing i don’t want her to??? fuck there’s no way i can shut her up. not even with all of my large adult man guards who could easily just escort her out of the courtroom without any resistance because they’re my fucking royal guards and I'm the Queen

oh shit she took off her own cape

im so glad i muted the game so her awful voice actress couldn’t ruin this cool moment

and now as this long ass cutscene plays out again, i simply cannot help but wonder about the poor choir and how long they’ve been on standby

where do they keep the choir during trials

whats it like singing the dance of devotion song every trial

oh finally here we go. alright, lets see what the magic party pool has in store for us this time

...o ...ok then

OH! OH SHIT

Inga’s face blind?!

Y’know I did have a few thoughts about that when we discovered his notebook but I didn’t think they’d actually go that route... though, thinking about it now, it is pretty convenient.

...ok everyone’s freaking out. maybe they’ve never heard of face-blindness? ...or maybe its not face blindness after all

im pretty sure it is though

i dont know why but everyone being like FUCK ITS GOD and phoenix being like “whoops shits trippy now” made me laugh pretty hard

ok i gotta say I'm actually a little invested now, even if its just because i think face-blindness is an interesting thing to incorporate into a murder case. again, a convenient thing, but an interesting thing all the same.

ahh fuck i keep forgetting how the stupid seance works

welp, there goes one of my souls... (sigh)

..apollo you dont need to show her the picture of her dead father to say “he had a cell phone”.

the voice was coming from INSIDE THE PHONE

RAYFA HAS A PET FROG????

WHAT

SHOW US THE FROG SOJ

SHOW US THE FROG! SHOW US THE FROG! SHOW US THE FROG!

...why would Rayfa interpret the sound of the warbaa’d (something she’s familiar with) with a lion’s roar (something she’s unfamiliar with) ??

oh i see thats why Vore Machine is an idiot

for plot convenience

Datz Are’bal, a man who throws fire crackers at children.

...sounds like an are’bal guy.

bahdum-tshh

“The joker who got a kick out of startling Ahlbi with his Dragon Snot Snaps”

...something tells me that if Datz found out about Youtube, he’d be one of those “””prank””” channels.

also WHY ARE THEY CALLED SNOT SNAPS

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

“happy-go-lucky”

i think you mean vaguely sociopathic

(sigh) ive finally been worn down to the point where i need a walkthrough. ive... been beaten...

boy ahlbi’s just a font of knowledge isn't he

DID SHE JUST BREAK HER NAILS OFF

PLEASE SAY THOSE WERE STICK ONS

HOL SHIT

MMMM LAY IT ON ME NICK

face blindness

... i mean theyre not calling it that but thats what it is

yeah yeah channeling blah blah come on! youre in the LAND of channeling !

shduhjahdjk

I'm picturing Inga running into his own dead body and flipping his shit

oh man. thats the end of Trail 2 part 1.

guess i’ll see you guys on the other side... heheh.

#soj spoilers #sulking over SOJ #ooc #its a LONG one]

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crimsonrevolt · 7 years

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Congratulations Snow you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Dirk Cresswell!

↳ please refer to our character checklist

It’s always so amazing to me that so many people choose to come back to Crimson and it’s such a joy to see your Dirk come back to life in your app! I know I speak for many when I say that you took a character that none of us knew much about and brought with him a personality that we couldn’t forget. It’s so good to see you again and that you’ve found the time to come back to the rp! Snow, your reason for choosing him, in particular, made me emotional, and I can’t wait to see you write him with a fresh breath of life! Hopefully, you’ll be able to carry him on a new and beautiful journey as the war progresses and affects him. I can’t wait to see you and Dirk back on the dash!

application beneath the cut ( tw: brief mentions of death )

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

Snow, 21, she/her, gmt+3

ACTIVITY

im going to well and truly throw myself into my studies this semester, and i’m also running an rp with a friend of mine on tumblr, so i don’t know how active i’ll be honestly. given how much i already love and adore every member of this group and all your characters, i’ll be able to find time. 6 or 5 out of ten, i think.

TRIGGERS

*removed for privacy

HOW DID YOU FIND US?

a promo blog about a year ago lol. i found this group way before it even opened but only applied like, months afterwards.

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?

hm. my answer differs every time based on my mood i think. like i dont think there’s one character i really truly identify with? probably percy tho lbr.

ANYTHING ELSE?

nope.

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER

dirk cresswell. well, a revised version of him.

FACE CLAIM

ezra miller. listen i tried to change his fc but ezra is dirk and dirk is ezra the line has been blurred for ages now it is beyond my control.

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

i’d thought of coming back with a different character and had gone through a host of them in the open tag. i’d considered someone on the other end of the spectrum to counteract the experience i’ve had playing dirk. i’d thought of playing someone balanced and sophisticated and well-mannered, someone with a little less emotion and a little more poise. someone who is not dirk, but dirk seems to have stuck himself all the way down to the roots and i can’t seem to get him out.

i cannot properly express in words how much i love this character. i’m floundering for the right ways to lay it out. he is a myriad of unlikely contradictions – kind, and just, and cruel. he is optimism and realism hand-in-hand, but he is just as much that as he is full of lies. half truths, denials, secrets. he is honest and genuine, and his intentions are as pure as those of a noble knight but he strikes quick, and fast, and merciless, with the harsh finality of an execution.

he loves openly. he is never shying away from expressing his love and devotion for his friends and family. he is never afraid of what his love for them would do to him, or to them – no, he is afraid: the fear of losing someone who’d rooted themselves into the crevices of his life is numbing, almost all-consuming, but dirk has never known how to not love, how to not be so open towards them so much of the time.

and even then, it feels, to him, as though he is never without something to hide. as though he is never not carrying a secret of some sort, as though there is always something he is carefully folding to the side throughout his life, as though he has never been fully honest with another person before. the thing is, he is always open about the good parts of himself – he is loud and obnoxious about his love and his optimism, he is blazing and boisterous about his successes and achievements. he is almost always alone in his losses. he has become terribly adept in being both honest and not, at once.

he does not forgive. he is fearful of trust, of betrayal, of being left in the dust once again. he loves, he loves, he loves, but he does not trust quite as freely.

i’d focused much too much on his guilt and misery when i had played him last, but i’m hoping to be able to focus more this time on some good things in his life. which will probably not last very long lbr but im excited to see for myself.

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

dirk is an utter, unbelievably obnoxious, hopeless romantic. he is nineteen years old and had known he is gay for years, the wizarding world being far more relaxed about such things than where he’d come from, but only in the last few years or so had he become relaxed enough to be open about his sexuality to more than just the people he trusts. the idea of finding a committed, long term partner – male partner – is only just beginning to settle itself within him. he is only now beginning to truly see himself with a future in perhaps a domestic fashion and, despite the times they live in, he is positively giddy. it’s embarrassing. really.

dirk is a cis male character, though i’d really like to see how he would interact with a trans and/or nonbinary character and how he might find solace with someone who, while perhaps not exactly like him, falls far from the conventional lines drawn up by the social structures they live in.

CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER:

traits:

+ TALENTED:

Dirk’s magical talents were difficult to miss, even to those who really, really tried, and it was not entirely for the considerable amount of bragging on Dirk’s part – though, arguably, that was a large part of it – but his hands, deft with potions and charms and defensive spells, were quick to catch people’s attention, and keep it. his exceptional dueling skills had not gone unnoticed, either, not by his teachers, and certainly not by his pureblooded schoolmates, who have repeatedly tested his abilities first hand.

+SOCIABLE:

Dirk is That One Kid that knows everyone, and who everyone knows. He joined every extracellular activity the school had to offer at one point or another, he never missed a chance to hang out and have fun, and he was always interested in meeting new people and making new friends. His easy humor and confident attitude drew people to him and relaxed them in his company, his optimism and cheeky remarks making him an uplifting presence to have around. He is secretive, however, keeping his emotional troubles and inner demons far away from prying eyes, even those he considers close.

-TRUST ISSUES:

Dirk has been shown love and taught not to trust it. a parting gift, from his mother, one could say. he finds difficulty – immense difficulty – in sharing his troubles, or his secrets of any kind, with anyone. he loves and he cares about his friends and there is very little he wouldn’t do for them, but trust is something that is difficult to come by, for him, and it is something that frustrates his friends to no end.

-ARROGANT:

Dirk has an exaggerated sense of his own abilities. He is talented, yes, anyone would be hard pressed to deny that, but he tends to – overestimate, what he can do. It could also be put down to his perfectionist nature, that he would bite off more than he could chew and simply expect himself to rise up to the challenge.

he is so confident in the caliber of his character, in his own moral righteousness, in his ability to tell right from wrong. he believes so completely in aversio and what they stand for and in the choices he’s made, that he is right, that he is good, that what they’re doing is entirely justified to a morally correct eye. his arrogance and his pride, just as his loyalty and his bravery and everything good in his heart, have led him down a path of darkness where the torch of his anger has lit the way so brightly he cannot see the blackness of his surroundings. he is a morally grey character with a black and white mindset.

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Mockblog: dorkcresswxll.tumblr.com

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

♔ If you were able to invent one spell, potion, or charm, what would it do, what would you use it for or how would you use it? Feel free to name it:

he squints, tilts his head, leans back on the back of his feet. “just one?” he asks, and straightens up as a thought occurs to him. there’s the beginning of a grin pulling at his lips, something of boyish mischief coloring his features. “something to, to take care of pureblooded bigots. y’know, take care of ‘em. actually, all bigots, y’know, all at once.” he shrugs, hands shoved into his pockets, boyish grin spreading across his face. giddy. “i’d call it the purifier, just for kicks.”

♔ You have to venture deep into the Forbidden Forest one night. Pick one other character and one object (muggle or magical), besides your wand, that you’d want with you:

“Sal!” a burst of laughter, involuntary, and he leans forward. “did you see her swing that wretched bat of hers? i’d take her with me to that Snake Supreme if i could, she’d bash his head in and cuss up a storm and everything, she’s good at making a big fuss.” the fond gleam in his eyes is unmissed by any, there is pride in his voice when he speaks of her, of his sister. he does not attempt to hide it. “and – and food for the object, i think, that’d work out pretty well, yeah?”

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make?

“when to take a bloody break.” he huffs, annoyed, and perhaps a touch embarrassed. “i still don’t know how to do that.”

♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you?

that he is weak, that he is lesser, that he isn’t good enough. that he is just as bad as those he fights to rid the world of, that he is worst. that he is amoral, immoral, that he is unjust and evil and simply a murderer.

he hums. thoughtful. for a moment. “that i can’t take a loss well. which, mind you, is ridiculous – i never lose anyway!”

WRITING SAMPLE

it wasn’t difficult to get the old man to sign his letter – it wasn’t difficult, he’d not needed any convincing, all dirk had to do was thrust the form under his nose, pen in hand and a flat look upon his face: stiff, clunky, the way he only ever is with his father anymore.

the man looks up from the book between his palms, his sharp nose striking, his slanted eyes lifting towards his son. there is a crease between his brows as he pulls the paper from the young boy’s hands, eyes over ink before he asks what this is.

“it’s a permission form.” he sounds nervous. he hates it. “for hogsmeade.” he says, “you’re supposed to sign it.”

and the man signs it. just like that, he reads the paper and he signs it – he hangs on to it for a moment before giving it back. there is something there, something he wants to say, but his father was never good with words and so he says nothing. dirk is pathetically grateful – he never seems to say the right thing when his dad is involved, either.

dirk takes the paper and shifts his weight between his feet and isn’t sure if he should just leave – there is something there he wants to say, as well, but he can’t quite grasp the words and so he mulls about for a moment more, shifting the paper in his hand, before he nods a quick ‘thank you’ and scurries away.

he stuffs the paper in his pocket as he walks away. he stuffs his guilt down too, and tries not to think about it – he’d been avoiding his dad all summer, had only spoken to him now when he needed something, and not for the first time he wonders how it’s gotten this bad. he wonders when it’s gotten so tense between them they can’t share more than a few words before something made someone snap. he wonders what made it so, what caused this wide, gaping chasm to stretch between them – but he can’t think about that without thinking about emptied rooms and funeral marches, so he shakes his head quickly and bursts into Sal’s room.

They have much planned for the rest of the day, and there’s only so much of summer left for them to enjoy.

#Accepted App

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milo-gin · 7 years

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11 Questions Tag

tagged by @orkusuga c:

Rules:

1. post the rules

2. answer the questions given to you by the tagger

3. write 11 questions of your own

4. tag 11 people

1. What are you currently listening to? Paniyolo cuz I have insomnia, Eminem old school and his latest single, Now Now-SGL, I dug Papa Roach outta the grave too, digging their new album, also listening to Gajah by Gaeko ft Rap Monster, a lot of Tom Odell, My Chemical Romance, Lana del Rey also, Agust D, a little BTS here and there lol, cuz umm I dont want to get bored of them I dont listen to them as often.

2. Dream vacation ? Probably a beach place, Belize, or somewhere near the beach...maybe Norway lol i know it’s cold but it’s beautiful, Japan too man but that’s more like if you moved to another country where would you want to live.

3. Any night dream you’d like to share ? Embarrasing, but I had I dream I met Yoongi xD and we kissed, and he also hugged me, he was very tall and slender, also he was very cute...he hugged me a lot... fuck this is embarrasing dont kill me I just love him too much, but I know Im far from reaching that level of intimacy with such person lol xD I also dreamt my mom died yesterday, and someone else died before her, but I cant remember who it was...idk if this was triggered by the death of my mom’s close friend, but yeah the dream was extremely bizzarre

4. How are you ? I’m coping, lol...my back hurts a lot cuz I’ve been drawing and the position in which ive been doing it fucked me up, both my back and neck are done, I’m kinda hungry...emotionally I’d say I’m good I’m having a nice rest, Im really stressed out tho... I have so much to do, but I dig my own grave by sleeping late and waking up super late...it’s awful :(

5. Favourite fictional character ? Mirai Kuriyama from Kyoukai no Kanata, also Kanna from Kobayashi san chi no maid dragon

6. If you could spend a whole day with the celebrity of your choice, who would it be ? Well not to be obvious, but definitely Min Yoongi or Pewdiepie lol

7. All time favourite song ?

Dude...idk there’s too many, maybe something by James Arthur or Lewis Watson

8. Dream career ? Honestly, I would love to be a fucking singer, but also my career is my dream career, although I’d like it to be more like I do whatever I want with my paintings and people buy them for what they are, I dont really like comissions, cuz they hold me back a bit...idk lol but yeah, im pretty lucky I guess :)

9. If you could change something about the world, what would you change? There’s too many things to change, but I would like for everyone to forget that meat consumption is a norm, and instill on them that we’ve been eating, non GMO food, also we would only eat veggies, and all of the good stuff... I’d also love to eliminate hate, and envy from humanity, those 2 are very powerfurl emotions that have started wars, and also religion I would eliminate it completely... very utopic right? it’s possible, but no one likes working hard for real change

10. If you could go back in time to a certain decade, which decade would you go to? Maybe Victorian era, just cuz I love the clothes they wore back then, but people were so dirty back then... I would really like to remain in this decade to be honest, maybe the time when Kurt Cobain was around so the 80′s to experience one of his concerts... yeah

11. Any languages you’d like to learn? ? Japanese, Korean, Mandarin in that order specifically

Questions:

1. What’s your opinion on past lives? 2. If you had to move to a desserted island who would you take, and what items would you bring, you can only bring 2 people and 5 items? 3. What are you currently listening to? 4. Do you know BTS? 5. What’s the craziest dream you’ve ever had? 6. If you could be a person for one day who would you exchange lives with? 7. How’s life going on your end? 8. If you were president for a year, what would you change about your contry? 9. There’s a zombie apocalypse, what’s your weapon of choice? 10. If you could have any ability/superpower what would it be? 11. What’s your ideal fashion style, and tell me what’s keeping you from wearing it now?

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(me rambling about my theory about i need u/run/the prologue which i wrote back in march and never got around to posting)

so i just watched the prologue, which i didnt even know existed and rewatched i need u and now the parallels between run and i need u are so glaringly obvious how did i not pick up on them first of all, i haven’t read any other peoples theories yet, except for that everyone thinks that jin is dead and one person who said that there is no timeline and that its all jin’s dreams/memories etc and that he has peter pan syndrome and is scared of growing up (which relates to dope). im not sure if i agree entirely, especially with the timeline part. so im gonna take this way too seriously and im going to rewatch all of the videos in order of the release date and see what i think after that right now i just think its mainly about becoming an adult and letting go and growing apart from the people you were close to, brotherly love, mental health and guilt and its repercussions and how it can isolate you, even from the people you thought you would be with forever side note that i added later: ive also rewatched the japanese versions and planned on including them and even though there are some parallels like the lilies and butterflies, which are really cool and i love all the subtly connections man. they dont really add anything to the story, theyre more about the dance, i think, which is cool too and those 2 videos are basically my aesthetic. theyre kind of the mv i would have expected for i need u and run, so even though i think theyre good, its interesting that they decided to do something a little more unexpected. i did see a comment that pointed out that it says “goodbye jin on the wall in the japanese version of run but 1) that just makes me feel even more like jin is the first one that decided to accept that he has to grow up and leave his childhood behind through removing himself from his friendship group, which represents his “youth” or childhood. i think its jin because he’s the oldest in the group and also kind of explains why jungkook, the youngest was the one who stood behind everyone else in the last shot and looked into the camera?? kind of?? idek 2) i still dont think jin is dead i think it just looks like “goodbye jin” thats like how it also sounds like rapmon is saying “fall, fall, fall, im naruto” in the beginning of the japanese version of i need u ya feel

i need u

the only thing i dont really dont get about this video is that the lyrics are about a romantic relationship. the video works, and the lyrics basically do too, except for “I need you girl Why am I in love alone, why am I hurting alone I need you girl Why do I keep needing you when I know I’ll get hurt?I need you girl, you’re beautiful I need you girl, you’re so cold I need you girl I need you girl I need you girl I need you girl Girl, just tell me you wanna break up Girl, just tell me it wasn’t love” and the other times when they mention “girl”. everything else, like all the other songs aren’t inherently romantic except for this one. maybe it represents v’s thing with that girl and that other guy, though, so i guess it works. or it could show that obsessing over a girl and crushes and falling head over heels for someone is part of growing up or something. jin already stands out in this one. there’s something very different about him. i think the story is told from his perspective. i think the way he carefully places the lilies (are the petals he puts on the floor lilies?) shows that this is something he cherishes, but then he sets it on fire because he knows he has to let go of it and move on. im not sure what exactly that is but i think its either his childhood, a romantic relationship, codependency or his friendship group. the parts on the train tracks and the campfire show that theyre only really happy when theyre together (like when j hope burns his pills) and that spending time with each other is kind of a safe haven where they remember the “good old days” from the prologue. the styling and the suspenders and cardigans and springerstiefel and stuff that theyre wearing is basically the exact kind of clothing they wore then. i think jimin burning those polaroids will be more important later. im still unsure about the part right at the end where theyre all asleep, though. maybe it just reinforces the idea of a safe haven and that as long as they are united, they dont need meds and dont feel the need to be violent. i need u (original version)

yeah, i think what i said about the other version applies to this one too, its just more graphic. i think i like this version more, it feels like the other one just didnt tell the whole truth. i think its good that there are two versions though, so people who are triggered by blood and that kind of thing can still watch it.

the only thing that seems like its worth mentioning is the lily thats projected onto jin’s heart, which also works perfectly with what i said before.

i also like the part where jimin is leaning onto the side of the bathtub, it seems to me like that kind of shows that even if you have the strength to “get out of the bathtub” and deal with whatever it is that is making you suffer, it doesnt end there. you still have to deal with the repercussions. alternatively, the bathtub is his other ‘safe haven’ and his way of blocking out his problems/the real world/etc. idek prologue

the first minute where v is sitting on the floor seems like it happens right after i need u, but then the rest is a memory.

the polaroid and the video camera and the suspenders and the lack of modern technology give off this vibe that its in the past, and more of a childhood memory, whereas he’s using an iphone in the first minute. it shows that whenever he’s had a problem before (like something with his family because of the polaroid he is crumpling), he knew he could rely on his friends to be there for him in no time. it seems like jin is kind of shy, almost purposely distancing himself from the group because he doesnt want to interrupt, he’s definitely a part of the group but this just gives off the vibe that those are his memories, that he is narrating but im not sure why i feel like it is. at first the memories are childhood memories, because of the way they tackle each other, rock paper scissors, pretend sword fights, jungkook trying to balance on the fence thing… after the first blackout when rapmon writes on the mirror (you need to survive - again, providing emotional support and stuff), theyre older (inbetween the childhood memories and v killing the other guy) and definitely less light hearted. jin’s polaroid either shows some sort of old memory they shared (seems more likely because its a polaroid) or a perfect place they created together to escape reality. they have a phone instead of the more old fashioned cameras, so that confirms the time period its set in. the gas station feels like it shows that rapmon is kind of stuck in his home town, and didnt really end up where he wanted to be i can’t put it into words i just feel like it is the end, where v jumps off the thing feels like he’s starting to change or do something different and everyone else isn’t quite sure how to deal with it, but they encourage him, i think, and it just seems like the first step to them drifting apart a little bit. after the end credits, i think time has passed and jin has decided to come back to that place where they were so happy alone, but its not the same and the polaroid shows that he’s alone and that everything has changed run

this is the one where im going to start sounding really pretentious i think v right at the beginning is related to him jumping of the thing, but for some reason it just feels like it represents his anger and guilt after doing whatever he did to that guy. it came out of nowhere but it completely engulfed him and now he’s completely alone and he’s “surrounded” by it, like his mental state and feelings are inescapable and he has to deal with them alone. then rapmons ice cube and coke are kind of mimetic of that and maybe rapmon wiping the coke into his shirt and seemingly being put off by it represents him not being as willing to help v anymore, almost being fed up because they’ve just grown apart. i think this isn’t real. this is just memories and them desperately wishing that their friendship could still help them escape like it used to.

“You are my only sun, one and only in the world I bloomed for you, but I’m still getting thirsty It’s too late, too late, I can’t live without you Though my branch runs dry, I reach for you with all my strength”

their friendship is the only reason they “bloomed”, why they were happy, or even alive. i think thats why j-hope’s mental health has worsened (since he’s now in what seems like a hospital) and why he uses their friendship almost like a coping mechanism. they “bloomed” for each other and now they “can’t live without” each other. “No matter how far I reach for you, It is just an empty dream dream dream” i think thats also why there’s that one scene where kookie is sitting on the floor while everyone is partying but then when the camera zooms out, he’s alone. “Let me run more Please let me run more Even though my feet are full of scars I smile whenever I see you” “Don’t tell me bye bye” “Only thing I can do is love you” “Everybody say it is over but I can’t stop this” “Curse me, this foolish destiny!” i think all of this shows how they desperately cling to this friendship, which is almost like their “youth” but it’s “destiny”, its predetermined and they can’t do anything about it. kookie and suga’s fight seems like it represents that they just dont understand each other in the same way they used to. “Like chasing butterfly or wondering in dreams I follow your traces Please guide me please stop me Please let me breathe” I think the butterfly relates to “butterfly” playing while v was jumping off the thing and the “Please guide me/Please let me breathe” is mimetic of him falling into the water at the beginning of run, feeling like he’s being suffocated by his feelings and problems and guilt and that he needs the others to help him get through it. but id like to believe that him coming out of the water at the end, by himself, shows that he didnt give up and that he manage to do it by himself and that he’s learnt to live without the others. //

in short, i think that i need u is real life, the prologue is their childhood and run is what they wish for. the last scene with jimin feels like its showing how painful reliving those memories is or that his friendships could have “rescued him from the bathtub”. they could have even turned this awful thing he is experiencing into something enjoyable, and at the end of the video he also decides to let go and stop living vicariously through the memories by burning the polaroid. and i think jin disappears from the polaroid because he doesn’t feel like he’s part of the group anymore, its like his past life, and all he has are memories that are ultimately just causing him pain and he needs to forget. “Memories are crumbling like dried flower leaves” i think that references the lilies that jin burnt in i need u. he’s letting go of the memories. epilogue: forever young

addition from 19th april 2016 the epilogue just came out and wow i was not prepared for that 23th april: ok now im ready to talk about it properly what i really, really like about this one is that it seems more autobiographical. it’s the fear of not being relevant forever, disappointing the people that support and look up to them. i think that this video was such a lovely way to end (i think its the end?) this era because it supports my “interpretation”or “belief” that ultimately, there was a “happy ending” and that no one is dead. its always seemed strange to me to have this whole era about youth and growing up and then bringing death into it, and i think this video just supports that further. while i was watching the video i kept thinking “The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.” (because i am trash) they’re escaping the “labyrinth of suffering”, which seems like the the fear of growing up, changing, that the “applause can’t be [theirs] forever”, by accepting and continuing to “run towards [their] dream”. thats what leaving the maze, the running and the airplane represent. i think theres a difference between deciding to let go of something (thats what run was) and actually having moved on and starting over. this is the new beginning. and id like to believe that they can still be together, despite everything. they dont need each other anymore, but they still stick together and got through run. maybe its not a happy ending but its a new beginning.

blood sweat and tears - japanese version

addition from 9/10th of march bc bts will never fuckign let me live:

I THOUGHT I WAS DONE WITH THIS THEORY I WAS SO HAPPY WITH IT BUT HERE THEY GO AND RELEASE THE JAPANESE VERSION OF BST

my initial thoughts r that i don’t really like it??? dont get me wrong all of the shot individually are cool, but im not sure how well they work together tbh. ive only watched the mv once, and it was a lot to take in, so maybe it'll grow on me. this is v strange bc as i said, i usually just ignore the japanese versions?? theyre pretty (usually lol) but they dont say much??? or at least thats what i thought. ok. after watching it once, here’s some thought vomit: the whole storyline of these boys might be a literal ‘riches to rags’ story? maybe the luxury doesnt just represent ageing, but actual wealth and this whole thing is more autobiographical than i thought at first. they brought the fukign truck and the gas station and the cigarettes back. i mean,, i still dont think anyone is dead. i think the jin-lighter thing happened bc like. okay. in run? inu? rapmon had a lollipop, not cigarettes. those are a pg/cheaper version of cigarettes (bear with me here) and jin giving him the lighter shows that he knows how rapmon has changed, and is willing to support it? maybe to show that they still know each other well? that they support each others growth??? maybe its another temptation thing??? but like, in australia smoking is super super expensive so maybe its just another class thing? well i looked up the price of cigarettes in korea, and they did rise the price in 2017 as far as i can tell but it still doesnt seem expensive enough to make sense? plus, the story was obviously started waaaaaay back... ok im gonna rewatch the mv but i wont properly theorise until i have the time to rewatch all mvs, i feel like i cant have a valid opinion until then anyway. more rambley thoughts: jin’s illusion shattering right at the end? maybe? the apple is an obvious symbol for temptation, jk being the youngest and also being the one semi forced to drink the thing, possibly related? also, rm getting him to drink it? related to him being tempted by jin later on in the mv but earlier on in the story, showing how it spreads????? maybe the japanese version shows the downsides, everything bad that the korean version omitted? showing the glamours/good side/facade, japanese mv more realistic??? r there literal drugs involved? after these special effects, no one can be certain. also before he drinks it he's wearing a hoodie and more inu era stuff but then it cuts to his korean bst version whose all fancy so it shows like, his transformation? at first he's forced to drink whatever the thing is, then he licks it off his finger bc he's embracing it and it like, shows the cost? and the addictiveness? that the destructive thing comes with a price but he/they do it anyway. wtf is going on with jimin inu era clothing seeing jimin bst era and then just exploding??? maybe like, how shocked his old version would be by what he has become?? why was jin sleeping in the truck in inu era clothes tho. is that why he came back?? j hope bow and arrow seems real in the korean version but it seems more like an illusion in the japanese mv so maybe its all a goddamned illusion who even fuckign knows at this point i need to get my thoughts sorted out before i actually write anything.

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