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Hand in Hand (part ten)
cw: aftermath of torture, gun mention, blood
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Despite the pair of soldiers Jin brought along to search the cell, the hallway is eerily quiet.
He's already sent a small team to collect Melchior, warning them of the broken leg and reminding them to keep their guard up. This second prisoner may be in a similar state, but none of them really know what to expect.
There are a few doors lining the hall, none of which look particularly cell-like, and, upon trying them, none of which lead to a person. It isn't until they reach the very end that they're met with a reinforced, locked door. Jin nods to his teammates, who turn away, shielding their ears and eyes as he levels his pistol at the lock.
BANG!
He gives the door a kick, and it swings open.
The interior is dark and chilled, closer to a cave than a room. Jin clicks on his flashlight and starts a visual sweep from the doorway. There's no question what this room's purpose is. The wall closest to the door bears empty chains, and there's dried blood speckled on the floor around them. Across from that... Ah.
His light falls on the shivering form of a man. No clothes but a ragged pair of shorts, so thin it's like his ribcage is trying to break free of his pale skin. Jin steps into the cell, motioning for his teammates to follow. One of them, Kit, lets out a sharp exhale when she sees the prisoner.
"Hello?" Jin tries, moving closer, getting no response. He wishes he didn't need the light. It reveals too much. Flesh that's bruised and torn, covered in grime and dried blood. Whip marks scattered across his back like the scribbles of a child. And when he reaches the prisoner, casts the light on the other side, he's met with poorly-healed burns and jagged cuts that ooze with infection.
Who did this? Did the Riot Kings take a hostage? No, he must one of their own. Jin can see color in his blood-matted hair, cherry red being pushed away by an inch or so of dull brown roots.
He shoves away his disgust at the scene---how could they do this to their own ally?---and kneels beside the prisoner, giving him a gentle shake.
"Hey," he tries, and again gets no response. Unconscious, then. It's probably easier that way, they just need to be prepared in case he wakes up in transit. There's only one manacle keeping the man in place, locked around his ankle, but the damaged skin circling his wrists tell Jin that wasn't always the case.
He stands. "Alright. Kit, start filing the chain. Roberts, give Doc a call. Let her know what to expect."
"Should I grab a litter?" Roberts asks as they reach the door, and Jin shakes his head.
"I'll carry him." Shouldn't take a lot of effort, given his state. He watches the door while Kit works, one hand on his weapon.
Seeing this prisoner's injuries further inclines him to believe that Melchior didn't plan this. They're both victims here, but victims of who? Is this only the doing of the Riot Kings, or is there another player? Questions for later. He certainly hopes the pair are willing to provide him with some answers.
"Done," Kit says, tucking away her tool and getting to her feet.
"Hold security while I move him. I won't be able to reach my gun," Jin says, dropping to one knee, sliding an arm beneath the prisoner's thin frame and pulling him up. His body is completely limp. If it weren't for the shallow rise and fall of his chest, Jin would think he's lifting a corpse.
"Ready," he says, once the man is secure in his arms. His shirt is already sticky with blood, but like most of the things he's encountered today, that's a problem for later. "Let's move."
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flyers-deactivated · 3 months
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the power of friendship and team vacations 😭😭
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easypeasylindyvesey · 14 days
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LI PRINCE!!!!!!!
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gojoforever69 · 1 month
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This was Megumi’s perspective when he first met Gojo. 😭😭
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icegreyrose · 3 months
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The Boys in the Boat + textposts
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dinxieyinxie · 2 months
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wanted to draw @aurevoiralways 's vincent rosario !! i rlly rlly like vincent's design its so rRARARARAR and he teaches alchemy which is so cool of a subject. I'd love to know more abt him if ever but I shan't push you 💪i hope i did him right i think i made his hair poofier tho my bad 😭
also!! i think ive figured out yonal's teaching outfit now, just gotta make a ref sheet of it eheh
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stuworbutwitheds · 4 months
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I still think about Edd and May so let me talk about a little thing that i need to get out my head really quick
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Yall remember this scene right?? May crying bc she got rejected and stepped on (literally) on her love confession and all.
Besides this being a very sweet act of Double D by giving her a card to not make her feel lonely on Valentine's day, there's something else about it.
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Double D chosen the card it was supposed to be for Nazz. You know, the prettiest girl for most of the boys in the show. He gave May something it was meant to be for a girl he actually has kind of a crush on just to make her stop crying. I think that's cute.
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strawbubbysugar · 1 month
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Bethroned Rewrite Chapter 17
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wittyworm · 2 months
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im at my wits FUCKING end
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Books of 2024: THE SCOURGE BETWEEN STARS by Ness Brown.
Devoured this in one intense sitting last night! It gets right into the "fucked up shit happens in space" (as I was promised it would!), and I liked that you could see the author's astrophysics background peeking through without derailing the tension.
(And, for real: Don't Open The FUCKING Door, holy shit.)
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theflyingfeeling · 4 months
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Twenty-First Day of Gift-Giving: I Love Yous
Prompts: "I don’t ever get enough of you."
Sorry for writing another semi-steamy piece 🙈 They just can't get enough of each other, you know? 😇
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They spent a cosy evening with Tommi’s little family, filled with laughter and board games and mulled wine. It all left Olli and Aleksi feeling like it was Christmas Eve; stomachs full, cheeks hurting from smiling so much, and shreds of paper spread all over the living room floor (not from wrapping paper but from two dogs competing in mischief). And just like on Christmas Eve, they were far too knackered after it all to do much else but flop into bed and fall asleep almost the same instant.
Perhaps it was thanks to the almost ten whole hours of sleep that they were on the go from the moment they woke up, hot and sweaty as if from strenuous work-out as Olli rode Aleksi tirelessly, a new-found hobby they had taken up just the other night.
“Feel good?” Aleksi could barely form words from his panting, which only made Olli speed up the thrusts of his hips down on Aleksi’s cock. 
“So fucking lovely.”
And it was; not just for the sake of getting off, but also for getting to be so close to Aleksi and making him feel good too. Olli loved to see the bliss on Aleksi’s face, to hear the lust in his groans, to feel the hunger in his thrusts. It was one the innumerable things Olli would miss the most when they’d be apart; even though he would now have all these mental images of Aleksi whimpering under him (or on top of him, or behind him) that he could return to when he'd feel too lonely, it wouldn’t be the same as actually feeling Aleksi’s sweaty skin under his palms or seeing the roll of his eyes as he’d reach his climax. 
Olli could only try to keep himself busy with the time they had left, both to collect more memories of the same sort as well as to simply not think about Aleksi leaving soon. 
That morning they ate breakfast in bed, if leftover brownies from their dinner the day before could be called a breakfast. They smeared each other’s chest with sticky chocolate just to clean it off with their tongues and fed each other the tiny marshmallows Aleksi finally admitted he had sneaked in one of their online grocery orders. When they ran out of snacks, they moved on to snacking each other again, nibbling and tasting and devouring one another as if it was their first meal of the week. It was all so intimate, and simply hot as hell, so that they were back to being out of breath in no time.
“Wanna fuck me?” Olli asked as his hand teased Aleksi’s cock which twitched as if perking up at Olli’s question.
“Again? Have you not had enough for one morning?” 
Olli captured Aleksi’s tongue with his own before answering.
“Enough of you? Never.” The last word was emphasised with a long, lingering stroke on Aleksi’s hardening erection. “Of course, if you want me to fuck you for change, that can totally be arranged too.”
Aleksi’s moan was loud and needy, and just enough to convince Olli he meant to say yes.
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punnymoi · 6 months
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edgelordfucker · 2 years
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Belos: and what are your qualifications for being my wife
Reader: I have big tits, I’m dummy thic, and I can play run Joey run on the kazoo
My energy drink is kicking in and it’s making me hyper so this is all that’s on my mind
Anon, this was the perfect way to get me to listen to David Geddes 1975 Hot 100 Top Ten Hit 'Run Joey Run' IT WAS DEEPLY 70's and I am now dying to hear a kazoo cover of it.
I have the same affliction, an addiction, to those cans of Monster energy. My poison of choice are the white ones.
You didn't ask for this, but I made it anyways.
"And what," he asks, having made himself quite comfortable in the combination craft-room and office space that you have in his apartments in the castle, bored and looking for some stimulation from his favorite girl, "are your qualifications for being my wife?"
You're mid slurp, drinking yet another one of those barely legal vibrancy tonics that are so popular with youths and young adult witches, hard focused on the screen of your laptop - one of the things that had made it across dimensions when you'd fallen through - but you shoot him a look without turning to him anyways, swallowing as you roll your eyes.
"What are your qualifications for being my husband?" you retort, swiveling to face him. "Tall? Yes." You raise your eyebrows, shaking your head to indicate that it's true, but you're unimpressed by it. "Handsome? Duh." Belos smiles as you shake your head again in a similar way. "Are you my best friend, and the love of my life? Absolutely." You sigh, like that really isn't all that remarkable, even as the words make his stomach flip pleasantly. "But can you name two Bauhaus B-sides? Do you know who Paul Williams is?" You set your can of Smack/Pop down in a definitive manner. "I hate to tell you this, but, like, right now you're just sort of in the boy-toy zone. I don't know if you're malewife material."
Belos laughs, short and sharp, leaning into the bit. "Malewife? What is that?"
"A step above long term roommate, which is a step above boy-toy."
"So, you don't even think of me as your roommate? We live together, my love."
"I think we're in a spot where we just sort of cohabitate between sex. I'm sorry, my pretty blue-eyed boy, but we're just not that serious yet," is your playful reply. Suddenly, he's consumed by a terrible need, hungry for a taste of that smile on your face.
Belos stands, crossing over to you to brace his hands on the arms of your chair as he leans down, looking you straight in the eye. You giggle, squirming as he lets the anticipation build.
"I think..." he starts, low and warm, and you glance at his lips, your little pink tongue darting out to wet your own, a reflex. "That I could make it serious." You look into his eyes again, your own sparkling in a way that makes his teeth tingle and his mouth water.
"Yeah? I dunno - you can always try." You gasp softly, like something had just occurred to you. "Maybe if you really impress me, I might marry you." His fingers tighten, cutting subtly into the foam, as he gazes at the person he had decided would be Mrs. Philip Wittebane quite some time ago.
"Brat," he says, longingly, twisted even tighter around your little finger. And then he kisses you.
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harringroveheart · 1 year
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Chapters: 37/? Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington
Chapter 37: fall through the air (part three)
Billy doesn’t make a habit of going to church with Susan on Sundays, but if there is a paradise, even for dudes like him, going one-on-one against Steve Harrington at basketball might just be it.
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apothekosm · 4 days
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thumbs up for kyle, mmmaybe?
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Send 👍 for a random headcanon I have about our muses
Love is... an awful, nasty thing. A 'chemical imbalance' forced upon the hearts & minds of sentient beings in order to force them to procreate, continue their species, cast the flame of existence into the farthest ends of the cosmic naught, on, and on, and on.
Love, one of the fundamental lights by which life as a whole was spawned, was once, is now, and shall forever be, threaded into Kyle Rayner, just as it was, is, and forever will be threaded through Her... and yet, when She gazes unto him, She knows that he does not Love Her. And knowing that wounds her every waking moment.
Kyle is a dutiful man, one with a job that transcends the boundaries of a single connection. Without him, the universe falls into disarray faster than it constantly seems to. Without him, her playground falls apart. She should thank him for doing his job; for allowing her to suffer under the weight of her own bad decisions as she currently does, but she can't.
She can not find peace whenever he is around. Her heart aches for him, her mind races at the thought of him, she is overwhelmed with an urge to bite into his core and crawl her way to his heart from the wound whenever she sees him, BUT SHE CAN'T!
Because those feelings are not her own. That LOVE is not her own, and she believes that Kyle knows it. He can see the disparity between The Predator & The Parasite, he knows where the lines are drawn, and where the barriers are crumbling, and rather than assuage the decay, and return the universe to its proper balance, he abstains.
He exacerbates the crossover between host & entity, he holds himself just so outside of her reach, he drives her fucking MAD with his presence! All while refusing to succumb to her wishes. The belief is that if he can force her to fall apart - Force Predator to escalate until theres no choice but to leave her, then she'll be able to return to her life. This 'cosmic game' will spit her out, only a touch worse for wear, without Love tearing her apart, again.
He 'tortures' her out of kindness. Her 'pain' is motivated by a goodness within him, one that is clearly for the betterment of existence!
The problem, of course, is that love is not clear in any of its facets or forms... and has driven once rational, well-intentioned and genial people into the pathways of some of the worst this universe has to offer.
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raayllum · 1 year
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me looking and seeing there are like 40 started metas in my drafts rn:
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