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shadowdaddies · 4 months

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I'm going to self project here, but can I request Fenrys beating the living sh*t out of reader's abuser? I need this... as self-care ngl

I'm not sure why I spent so long building the backstory for Reader but it was fun and I kind of want to write a series based on it now? Anywho, Fenrys does a little more than beat up the abuser👀 I got carried away oops

Hope Reborn

Fenrys Moonbeam x Reader

Warnings: mentions of violence, slavery, just very canon-typical trauma beware

During Adarlan’s conquest of Terrasen, you tried to escape to the Southern Continent with the man you had been in a relationship with, following his lead on a path he had charted for the both of you through the Perranth Mountains to head south.

It was outside the city of Perranth when Adarlan soldiers stopped you. Knowing that your attire immediately gave you away as Orynthian, you took your partner’s hand, ready to flee for your lives back into the forest. The pain of losing your home, your family, your culture, hadn’t broken you yet. But as the man you loved held out his hand for a couple coins, yanking you toward the soldiers’ waiting arms, you shattered.

The one person you had left in this world, who you believed that you could trust, had sold you for a couple pieces of silver. He walked into the forest, never turning back. Never seeing the beatings, the unspeakable things the Adarlan soldiers did to you on the way to Endovier.

You became a slave in the salt mines, learning the language of Eyllwe from those imprisoned alongside you. One girl, a few years younger than you, was also from Terrasen. The two of you would talk and reminisce on the fields of pine trees and memories of Orynth. Her name was Celaena, and when she was taken from Endovier to the king’s castle, you weren’t sure that you could handle losing one more person in your life.

Months passed as you labored away in the salt mines, reflecting on the family and friends you’d lost, and the man who betrayed you. As you dared a look around the dirt yard, eyeing the guards as they taunted the other slaves with their whips, you became resolute in your plan for vengeance - against your former lover, against the guards, against the king.

So when you woke up that fateful morning to see the riots had begun, you grabbed your pick axe, cutting down any guard who dared to stand in your way as you ran for your freedom. You were one of the few who survived the riot, but at this point you were a shell of the human being you once were. You didn’t know light or love. You only knew survival.

Learning your lesson from before, you stole drying clothing from a nearby village and began your journey southeast towards Rifthold. You found a life in the city as a barmaid in a tavern while you slept in an abandoned apartment, biding your time while you created a plan.

The perfect opportunity fell into your lap one rainy night, that you had no idea would change your life forever. You were leaving the tavern after a long shift, your cloak tugged over your head moreso to avoid any men approaching you than to keep your hair dry.

A woman running down the street caught your eye, and you stopped to watch as she leapt into the arms of a man. Her own hood fell down, revealing reddish-blonde hair as the couple embraced for a long moment. You were about to turn away, eager to escape the rain when the woman turned, locking eyes with you.

A choked sob escaped you as you recognized her. Tanner, healthier, happy - but you would know those distinct golden-turquoise eyes anywhere. She must have recognized you too, for Celaena bolted towards you, pulling you in as you were hugged for the first time in years.

“How are you here?” she said through tears, glancing over her shoulder as three other people slowly approached behind her.

You smiled, sniffling as you wiped happy tears from your eyes. “I got out during the uprising. How are you here?”

Celaena looked towards her friends, giving a slight nod to the two males in particular before turning back to you. “Will you come with me?”

That small piece of hope inside of you sparked at her offer, and you found yourself nodding, letting yourself be led into yet another unknown. You followed the group up to an apartment, where Celaena sat you down and explained who she really was.

Your world tilted on its axis as you were filled with more hope than you had since the conquest of Terrasen, immediately swearing allegiance to Aelin, your queen. You traveled with her group to Skull’s Bay, finding your purpose in preparing Terrasen for war against Erawan, and to reestablish your home.

It was in Skull’s Bay that you met Fenrys, the most beautiful male you had ever seen. You formed an instant connection, drawn to his jovial nature. He was incessantly kind and positive despite everything that he had been through, the perfect balance and glimmer of light that you had been searching for your entire life.

And yet, all good things seem to be ripped from you. Fenrys and Aelin were taken from you, leaving a hole in your heart that could never be filled, never be rebuilt. If not for Rowan’s determination, his drive to find his wife, you might have been broken completely. But your new family gave you the strength you needed to find Aelin and Fenrys.

As a human, you didn’t know if you were capable of having a bond, but what you felt for Fenrys - how you swore you could feel his pain, how he missed you while he was with Maeve - was as close to a bond as you could imagine. It wasn’t a spark of hope that flared in your chest when you reunited with Fenrys when he escaped Maeve, it was an eternal flame. You knew that you would marry this male one day.

When that day came, and you stood beside your husband as part of Queen Aelin’s Court in front of all of Terrasen, the last person you expected to see what the man you once loved. The man who sold you into slavery, standing to the side with the rest of the courtiers.

Rage filled you, at him, at Adarlan, at yourself, at the world for allowing a man so vile to not only survive, but seemingly thrive. You hadn’t realized how much your grip on Fenrys’s hand had tightened until your husband winced - but instead of pulling away, he lifted your hand to his lips.

Pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand, Fenrys’s onyx eyes found yours, drawing you from those dark thoughts. “What is it, my love?” he asked, voice so soft you could melt into it.

You swallowed thickly, forbidding yourself from giving that spineless excuse for a man another look. Taking a deep breath, you pulled Fenrys in for a hug as you murmured your confession into his shirt. “You know my first love? Who sold me to Endovier? He’s here. In the blue jacket.”

Fenrys stiffened under your touch, fae instincts taking over as a low growl formed in his throat. You swore you felt the temperature in the room rise as your husband honed in on the man like a predator.

“What do you want me to do?” he whispered, voice lethally quiet as he held you close.

Looking up, you couldn’t help the genuine smile that brightened your features as you savored the feeling of this male, who you knew would do anything for you. This male who gave you the love you never dreamed was possible.

“I don’t want you to do anything. I have everything I need, and more,” you whispered back, standing up on your toes to pull him in for a kiss.

Fenrys gave you a wolfish grin, seemingly satisfied with your answer before he dared to look back into the crowd. His gaze flicked to where Rowan stood on the dais, the two in silent communication, before Rowan declared court dismissed.

“I have some matters to take care of with Rowan, and I will be back shortly. Alright, my love?” Fenrys questioned, a kiss to your temple before you nodded, heading back to the sitting room where Aelin and Lysandra shortly joined you.

Time passed as you relaxed, enjoying chocolates and discussing books with your friends when Rowan stumbled through the door, Fenrys behind him. The two males had blood staining their shirts, busted knuckles quickly healing as they noticed your concerned expression.

Clearing his throat, Fenrys brushed his blonde hair from his face as he strode towards you in an attempt at acting nonchalant.

“Fen, love, what did you do?” you drawled, arching an assessing brow as you sipped your tea.

“Nothing. Rowan and I had some matters to attend to, as I said,” he shrugged, reaching for a chocolate from the table in front of you. Understanding dawned, and you gasped.

Reaching for his bloodied hand, you pulled it towards you as you examined the wounds. “Fenrys Moonbeam! You did not hit that man, did you? I don’t need to worry about him anymore, love.”

Rowan snorted from where he lounged on the arm of Aelin’s chair. “He didn’t just hit him,” Rowan paused, green eyes focusing on you with sincerity. “And trust me, you will not have to worry about him ever again.”

Alarmed, you glanced to Lysandra in disbelief, your friend shaking her head as she lifted a chocolate to her mouth. “I wouldn’t ask them to elaborate if I were you,” she muttered, popping the dessert with a satisfied moan.

Rubbing your temples, you stood, wrapping Fenrys’s arms around you as you buried your head against his warm, toned chest.

“Are you mad?” he whispered.

With a deep sigh, you looked up, brushing back his blonde curls behind his ear as you admired his glittering black eyes, all anxiety leaving your body. “Officially speaking, I don’t condone your actions. But I love you, and whatever I did in some past life to deserve someone like you...” You trailed off, drawing the back of your hand down his cheek. “Thank you for giving me hope, Fenrys Moonbeam.”

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greenlaut · 3 months

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yusuf (son of the sea) — assassin's creed oc

(this oc is a persona of myself but as the son of altaïr and malik. for fun purposes ehe.)

backstory under the cut

cw: implied child abuse, violence

yusuf heralds from akka harbour in the middle district. he had a content and fulfilling childhood with his father (a sailor), mother, and two you ger siblings. however, when he was 7 his father got caught in a brawl with drunk sailors, thus causing a conflict that killed his family. yusuf survived because he was out fishing when it occurred.

as an orphan, he was thrown into an orphanage. the orphanage couldn't afford the upkeep and soon enough it was bought by a slaver who profited off child-brides. yusuf escaped again; he'd rather die in the streets than bound to gross men.

he was severely malnourished and cold when altaïr first found him. the master assassin just finished up a kill and was making his way home. altaïr wrapped him up in a thick scarf and offered some bread. when the assassin tried to take yusuf to an orphanage, yusuf slipped away. yusuf was not a master assassin, but he was small and quick—easily weaving in and out of crowds and wagons. it took altaïr an embarassing amount of time (an hour, longer than it should've taken him to hunt down a target) to chase down the child. at the end of it, altaïr was impressed enough that he brought yusuf along.

altaïr thought of taking yusuf to masyaf, then forgone it, and instead dropped him off without much explanation in jerusalem with malik (much to the da'i's shock, confusion, and annoyance) before he continued on his mission. malik was apprehensive at first and was about to leave yusuf in one of the orphanages in jerusalem if altaïr never return to pick up the child back. but yusuf was a nice company to have around (compared to most of the air-headed novices he had to face—the bar is low) while malik worked. the child was witty, blunt, and reminded malik of young altaïr there wasn't any formalities when yusuf got taken in by malik—he just was.

during his stay with malik, yusuf preferred to be referred as a boy or child and acted much like any other boy. yusuf was born and raised in his family as a woman, and whilst he was in the streets he didn't care much about how people view him than to survive. one day malik asked him—the da'i glanced at yusuf whilst keeping his hands on the open map before him—if yusuf would rather be identified as a man or a woman. yusuf replied that he (is) very much a boy without looking up from his needlework (he was stitching his torn pants). malik nodded and that was that.

years later, when yusuf was of age; malik took it upon himself to unearth a merchant who sold medicines for men ailed with impotency. the da'i upheld his reputation as the most feared rafiq with the exchange. since then, yusuf has had no problems with getting his (gender-affirming) medicines regularly.

then al-mualim happened and altaïr rose up as a grandmaster. yusuf stayed with malik in jerusalem until he was of age to become a novice. until that time, altaïr would visit jerusalem regularly to check in on his ward and his friend—and to escape the unbearable stuffiness that is grandmaster work. altaïr taught yusuf how to hone his strength in stealth and agility. malik taught him how to read and write. during this time, they discovered yusuf was nearsighted due to him being severely malnourished in the past (and it also stunted his growth). but yusuf was able to hid it for so long since he had been using his second vision to cover up for his nearsightedness. (altaïr was rather delighted to find someone else sharing his trait. they bonded over their shared dislike of people labeled as enemies in their eagle vision).

they keep this strange bonding activity far off into yusuf's adulthood. they sit together and view into their second vision to ruminate over people. malik would scold both of them if he catches them in the act, saying that it's impolite and dishonourable. but after one attempts too many on altaïr's well-being, he understands the need. and sometimes, he'll sit with them and ask for names. altaïr has learned how to avoid dropping names to malik. yusuf hasn't—and the assassin isn't going to try and find out what malik will do (or has done) to them.

when yusuf became a novice, malik half-jokingly told yusuf to keep an eye on altaïr for him. and so he did; whilst he worked under the tutelage of the mentors, he would check in (read: harass) on altaïr in his study. while yusuf was not the brightest novice; he kept altaïr sane and feeling human enough through the trials of leadership.

yusuf eventually finishes his training as an assassin (not master assassin). altaïr oversaw his hidden blade initiation personally out of fondness. he has no intent of becoming a mentor, and so he takes his time to loiter around masyaf and jerusalem to keep an eye for both of his pseudo-fathers. taking up available missions or errands to run without caring for ranks.

he excels in stealthwork and free-running. to deal with his eyesight, yusuf tends to find viewpoints from the highest landmark first to check with his second vision before dealing with his target. contrary to his fathers, yusuf's swordmanship is minimum. he avoids conflict when he can, and prefers to escape (by running or blending in) or stealth-kill when facing enemy soldiers.

fin.

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usagikei · 1 year

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꒰ა YANDERE HEADCANONS with donquixote doflamingo. [n.sfw]

CONTAINS... fem!reader, abusive relationships, mind break, noncon, manipulation, somewhat graphic gore, typical doffy things, et cetera. A/N... i do not condone any of these things in real life. this was so self-indulgent that it's kind of humiliating. i'll most likely end up making a part 2 regardless of how well this post does. ♡

♡ Doflamingo is a man who will get what he wants, even if it means playing the long game. He's had his eyes on you for longer than you can comprehend, and every little occurrence in your life from then on was all a perfectly constructed ploy to have you all to himself. Getting laid off from your job? He bribed your manager. Nearly getting mugged in an alleyway? He hired the thieves. Your landlord kicking you out of the house? He threatened the landlord to do so.

♡ He plays with you like that for a while; all from the distance, enjoying your reactions to your life slowly going downhill. Then, after a year or two of terrorizing you, he gets bored of it soon enough, and finally decides to take real action to make you his.

♡ It's only natural he strikes when you're at your lowest. You can't seem to find work, you've nearly used up all your savings just trying to survive, and there's only so much begging you can do on the streets before your pride tries to fight back. However... just when you think you're finally done for, starving, trembling from the cold, and curled up in an alleyway, a shadow looms over you—and the first thing you see is a malicious grin.

♡ Doffy strikes a deal with you: work under him and he'll cover your food expenses, living expenses, and even throw in a little extra if you ever wanted to treat yourself. It almost sounds too good to be true at first, but that's exactly what Doflamingo's trying to go for. He knows you have no other option but to accept or die from starvation outdoors; his evil grin only grows impossibly wider when you accept his conditions, head hung low out of shame. You were coming with him either way—being submissive was the best choice, however.

♡ But don't get it twisted. You're not joining the family. You're his and his only. He'll either have you reside in his own personal quarters or a room right next to his, and brings you everywhere he goes even with force. You'll be on his lap or by his feet during meals, meetings, any time. He won't put shackles on you or anything; he trusts that you know what will happen if you dare disobey him or act out.

♡ In fact, any attempts at rebelling against him will end absolutely horribly. While he does enjoy someone who fights back here and now to make things fun, it does get irritating after a while. Doflamingo won't hesitate to do the unthinkable to you, even if he does love you; you stopped any attempts at rebelling against him when he used his devil fruit ability to force you to cut his name onto your body until you were sobbing from the pain and pleading for forgiveness.

♡ "After all I've done for you... I graciously took you in when you had no money, no food, no shelter, yet this is the thanks I get? You have no idea where you'd be without me, don't you? Most likely dead in a ditch or sold off to the slave market for a cheap price. Love, I think you should know your place."

♡ Doflamingo won't hesitate to make a statement to anyone else that tries to mess with you, either. Messing with his property was akin to asking for a death wish. Although, he's rather forgiving when it comes to his family—in fact, he finds it amusing when you're blushing in shame as Trebol and Diamante hurl the most vilest words you've ever heard in your life at you. (...he'll even let the two of them have a go at you if he's in the mood to watch you suffer.)

♡ When it comes to sex, he'll expect you to satisfy him whenever and wherever he wants to, completely oblivious to your own needs. Sorting through important documents or discussing certain things with the executives? He'll have you warming his cock with your mouth or your cunt, paying no mind to your embarrassment or to the other's prying eyes. Taking a bath? He'll have you cleaning him with your mouth. Any time, anywhere. Or else.

♡ He doesn't do soft and gentle. Doflamingo will have you crying, bruised, begging and sometimes bleeding by the time he's done with you. Even if you can't handle his cock in you (I mean, come on, he's 10 feet tall for fuck's sake) he'll find a way to shove himself deep in your cunt even if it means hurting you. He'll alternate between derogatory language and praises, trying to take in any reaction he'll get from you in such a sensitive, naked state.

♡ "Look at you, taking in all of me. Did your pretty little cunt miss my cock that much, love? Or have you finally ended up accepting your role as mine, as my whore?"

♡ Expect a lot of kinky shit from him; he'll have you calling him names like Sir, licking his boots, all tied up for him to touch, et cetera... He adores making you feel like you're beneath him, that the two of you are as different as heaven and the earth itself. Sometimes, he'll even share you with his own clone string to see you all fucked up from him and only him.

♡ "Did you think it was over already, dear? Oh, no, trust me, it's only just beginning. I'll have you fucked so hard you'd wish you were dead by the time I'm done with you. Too bad I wouldn't even let you die if you begged me to kill you, huh, darling?"

♡ While he is a yandere, he doesn't... really show his love for you in a typical manner. To him, he's satisfied with showing his love through sex even if forced and spoiling you with gifts after physically and sexually torturing you for hours ends. He doesn't really care if you don't return his feelings for you, because you both already know what'll happen to you if you dare try to reject his advances.

♡ However, in the case where you do finally break and give in to Doffy's unpractical form of love... Oh, dear, you're in for a ride of a lifetime with this cunning, cruel bastard of a man.

—- by cheri usagikei. 2023.

#donquixote doflamingo x reader #donquixote doflamingo x you #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece reader insert #yandere doffy #⁺ 🐇 ♡﹒mine #cheriafterdark

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katsushika-division · 8 months

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“I spoke fire, laughed smoke, and madness spilled forth from my inspiration.”

Timeline

Age 0:

Is born to Shuichi Himura and Rikka Sonoi

Rikka abandons her with Shinichi

Is raised primarily by her older half-brother, Rintaro

Age 4:

Shuichi in a drunken stupor sets the house on fire in the middle of the night

Shuichi quickly burns to death

Rintaro awakens to the house on fire and tries to escape with Akari but is not able to

Rintaro and Akari are barely saved from burning to death with Rintaro taking the brunt of the flames

Due to the amount of damage, he suffered Rintaro goes into a coma

Akari is put in the foster care system separating her from Rintaro

Age 5:

Her extreme intelligence is noticed with many wanting to foster her because of it

Is abused by multiple foster families for constantly rebelling and not filling their picture-perfect idea of a daughter

Age 7:

Becomes tired of being used for her intelligence

Erases every bit of data on her intelligence

Begins to hide her genius

Age 8:

Is put in the care of Kagami Saionji, a religious extremist

Kagami severely abuses Akari under the assumption that she is possessed by the devil

One day she drags Akari into the bathroom and attempts to drown her in the bathtub

Akari manages to survive

Begins to plan Kagami’s demise

Sets the house on fire with Kagami trapped inside.

Age 10:

Is placed in an orphanage run by Gencho Hosen in Ikebukuro

Meets the Yamada Brothers

Meets Matsuri Hinata and befriends her, their relationship soon becoming one of like sisters

Akari for once in her life feels happy

Age 12:

Akari and Matsuri are kidnapped by human traffickers

Matsuri is violently murdered and dismembered in front of her

Akari snaps and escapes from her restraints

With what she is able to scrounge around, builds a bomb and sets it off

It completely consumes the traffickers’ base burning and killing everyone inside, from the traffickers to the other victims.

Learns that Gencho sold her and Matsuri out

Murders Gencho as revenge, leaving his corpse hanging in the middle of a street in Ikebukuro

Akari begins to hate humanity and swears to █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █

Age 13:

Learns that the infamous “High-Rise Bomber” is her older brother Rintaro

Instead of feeling dread, Akari is inspired by his actions

Begins to head out as the criminal “Cinder” quickly becoming infamous for her cruelty and love of fire

Makes plans to break Rintaro out of prison

Meets Sumire Shinomiya and the other members of Scorpion Den, befriending them

Age 14:

Meets and befriends Ryōhei Nakashima

Meets Nagisa Sano and both leave a terrible first impression on each other

This leads to the two of them becoming enemies and eventually frenemies later on

Age 15:

Present.

Is ready to break Rintaro out of prison, however, learns of the deal he made with Chuohku

Scraps her plan

Reunites with Rintaro

Meets Akihisa Mashiro and Touya Kisaragi

Moves in with them

Begins working on █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █

Secretly joins the Katsushika Division rap battle team, Death Row Block, alongside Akihisa Mashiro, Touya Kisaragi, and Rintaro Himura

Schedule

12:00 a.m. - 4:00 a.m.: Out as Cinder

4:00 a.m. - 7:00 a.m.: Asleep

7:00 a.m. - 7:30 a.m.: Awakens and gets ready for the day

7:30 a.m. - 8:00 a.m.: Eats breakfast with everyone

8:00 a.m. - 8:30 a.m.: Is dropped off at school by Rintaro

8:30 a.m. - 9:00 a.m.: Hangs out with Ryōhei before class

9:00 a.m. - 12:00 p.m.: Class

12:00 p.m. - 1:00 p.m.: Lunch

1:00 p.m. - 3:00 p.m.: Class

3:00 p.m. - 3:30 p.m.: Is picked up by Rintaro

3:30 p.m. - 4:00 p.m.: Returns home

4:00 p.m. - 6:00 p.m.: Works on █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █

6:00 p.m. - 7:00 p.m.: Dinner with everyone

7:00 p.m. - 9:00 p.m.: Spends time with everyone

9:00 p.m - 10:00 p.m: Gets ready

11:00 p.m. - 12:00 a.m.: Out as Cinder

Character Hashtags

Regular Hashtags

#Leave Me Alone

#Hidden Devil

#Anti Social

Trauma Hashtags

#I Want My Big Brother!

#I’ll Show You Evil

#I’m Sorry For Not Saving You

Other Info

Hobby: Metalworking

Weakness: Misanthrope

Trauma: “Humanity never gave a damn about me.”

Twitter: @HellGirl666

Drinks: No

Smokes: No

Special Skill: “I can make anything out of scrap parts.”

Intro Quote: “What do you want? I’m not in the mood to talk.”

Trauma Quote: “Humanity thought I was a monster and tried their damn hardest to beat me down. I’ll show them why that was a bad idea.”

#hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #death row block #katsushika division #akari himura #paradox live #trauma #get more info

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rickgrimesdoingrickthings · 7 months

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"I'll kill them for doing this to you."

That cursed group- the gang who had been Vega's swore enemy since the streets...-Clashing over and over again as if they were destined to be, for some time, Vega had peace in her community, found time to grow and build something instead of living out of plundering and scavenging alone. She had tried to focus on the good things, building instead of destroying, saving instead of killing- what allowed Rick and Carl to survive and be part of her community. The bonds between them had grown stronger. Their hearts...they knew what they felt, but they were to coward to confess to each other- two introverts, broken by the past mistakes, so hurt by the world, who tried to show only a hard shell, hide their weaknesses while seeking for the things that made them happy. Shiro, Fox, Vega, Carl, Rick. The had become a family. As the community begun to prosper and they finally had more time for themselves, things just felt different. Even though Vega and Rick wouldn't say a thing, them both knew, everyone knew that at some point, they would end up together. The way they cared for each other, they way they understood each other- it was just a matter of who would awaken bravery first so they actually became a thing. The glances, the gifts they would bring each other, it was so obvious. Obvious also for the enemy.

After massacring many smaller communities, there would be a day when Vega and her nemesis would meet again She knew, but would always be quiet about it, hoping the day would never arrive. But it did. One of her group had betrayed and sold info to that bloodthirsty gang in exchange of a position of power. It all happened when Vega and her main formation had left to clear the area that would be their first outpost. They broke into her community, but they didn't want to kill and abuse the survivors, no, not just that at least- they wanted full submission. Vega had Rick be one of her lieutenants, and once she had left with Shiro and her most trusted war partners, he was left in charge- just what the enemy was waiting for.

They attacked with grenades, they were heavily armed- Rick quickly organized a quick defense and managed to take out many of the barbarians, however, their surprise and superior fire power won, and the community decided to surrender to avoid extermination. 'That emo bitch, I will make sure she reads my letter, and I am sure she WILL agree to lower her head and work for me- she will have all of you work for me.' The gang leader had a devious smirk on his face as he made his speech, the survivors frozen, surrendered, still under the aim of enemy guns. 'Rick....right? I heard a lot about you. How you became so special to her. Some say she was even smiling, can you believe that? I never saw Vega smile, you my man, must be someone SPECIAL. You really helped this place grow once you showed up, didn't you? The community you came from sure must have been ahead- I wish it was still standing so we could also have them work for us. Too bad though, we can't have everything, can we?' The enemy leader kept a smirk, despite his eyes being full of anger and blood thirst. 'You will be the example, Rick. I know you're precious to her and most people here admire you lots. He chuckled, then had his men put Rick on his knees.

'Everyone who is here, ready to watch our little show, you better record this deep down in your minds, so you will know what will happen to any asshole who tried to rebel against us. If you have bad memory then use some camera, cause whoever forgets the lesson...will get what our cowboy here will get, for resisting against my humble visit. You all should thank us, because this time, and if you behave, we won't kill or rape or torture you- see how I'm generous? We just want you to work for us. Just that. Well, except for you Rick. I will wrap you for present and I don't want anyone else taking him from the spot I will leave him for beloved emo punk rock Vega to see.'

When Vega arrived, the enemy had already left for quite some time. There were clear signs of attack on the walls of the place she called home. Only some fighters who had resisted had been shot, but none had died. The people were crying, most frozen in place in shock, others shaking in anger, but everyone was right there, where they were forced to stand. Even though the enemy had already left. Rick was on the floor, stripped, bleeding, full of marks of abuse- his back, whipped by some leather belt, his lips busted, dirty with the remains of what the boss had forced him to swallow and choke on, his pale skin bruised for being rolled over many times, blood between his legs, some of the nails of his left hand had been stabbed underneath, bleeding, one of his nipples too had been pressed until it bled, and the most horrendous- his right arm- it was on the floor, a few meters away from him- a belt was tight around what remained on his arm, some centimeters ahead of his elbow, containing most of the bleeding so he didn't die. The sheriff was pale, shaking in pain, due to so many kicks and punches and all the rest at least three men had done to him. He was broken. He had been through all that with only anger and a fierce spirit in his eyes, but having his arm being chopped off so brutally, the pain was too intense for him to keep showing strength, and the abuses he suffered after that in front of all the survivors, in front of his son, the shame, the humiliation, that finished breaking him. He just wanted to die. But his heart was still beating.

When he saw Vega, his eyes filled with tears for the first time that day. He was relieved yet...feeling so much shame. "I couldn't....couldn't....I couldn't stop them.' His voice held so much suffering. He couldn't even look at her in the face. Slowly his consciousness was fading away, the pain...the cold he was feeling...and he also felt so dirty. He pressed his forehead against the floor, crying. The last thing he heard was her voice, swearing for revenge. He hoped so. He really hoped she did it, and not just for his sake. The fact she showed anger for what they had done to him, that comforted Rick a bit, even thought with an arm chopped off he imagined he would just be a burden for her.

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#trigger warning for everything basically #sxbaist #tw violence #tw abuse #rick grimes #the walking dead #rick grimes rp #REVENGE

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hi, can you write yandere! bts reaction to you slapping them in an argument please?

⚠️: Yandere!BTS, slapping, implied smut, manipulation

-> sorry for any mistakes

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Jin

Jin was once again, being narrow minded. “It was for work, Jin! I wasn’t working with him for fun, it’s our job. I can’t believe you punched him in the face. You embarrassed me in front of everyone!”

“Great! If you’re embarrassed, quit your job! So you never have to see them again!

“I’m not quitting! You can get that out of your head! I would leave you before quitting-” a hard slap cut you off. You instinctively covered your stinging cheek and took a step back. You were in a state of shock. Yes, you and Jin had petty arguments here and there but they never got physical. By the end of the day, you guys worked it out. However, after he laid his hand on you, you knew it was over. You looked up at him and slapped him right back. “Fuck you! We’re over.”

You turned around and ran upstairs to your shared bedroom. This house was under Jin’s name so it was you who has to go. You grabbed your suitcase and started packing all your clothes. Jin rushed into the shared room and pulled your suitcase away. He dumped all the clothes on the ground and threw the suitcase across the room.

“You’re not fucking leaving! Hang up all these clothes. Stop overreacting like a pathetic little bitch.”

You scoff and get off the floor. “I’m a ‘pathetic little bitch’?! Says my insecure husband.”

“You won’t be able to survive without me. No other man would be able to spoil you like I do. I’ve given you the high life, now obey me in return.”

“I’m not your slave, I don’t have to fucking listen to you.”

“Do you pay the bills in this house?! Do you buy the groceries?! Do you pay for insurance?! No? Then, shut up. You wouldn’t have anything if it weren’t for me. You’d probably be living on the streets if I didn’t take you in. I was the one who made sure you got that job because I knew it would make you happy. If it weren’t for me, those guys would’ve laughed in your face, Y/N. All you do is go to work, flirt with your co-workers and act all big shot around me. The least you could do is respect me and our relationship.” With that, he slammed the door shut, leaving you alone while you questioned your worth.

Yoongi

It started off as a calm and quiet evening but as soon as your phone vibrated, it quickly changed.

You began working for a new company and your new boss has been up your ass. He treats you like a personal assistant and it was pissing you off. You noticed that you were the only one who was being treated like this and it angered you. Once you’re clocked out, you don’t like to be disturbed unless it’s urgent. But your boss doesn’t seem to understand that and asks you to do work while your clocked out. You obviously refuse because why should you do work if you’re not getting paid?

Anyways, he’s always texting you about how to do different kinds of paper work, who’s working, who’s not working, how to hire people, ect — he should know how to do all of it because he’s the boss. When your off work, he’s texting you ever 10-15 minutes, asking for help. You’re tired of it, but can’t really do anything about it. You can’t quit just yet because you’re trying to prove to your boyfriend that you don’t need him to survive.

Yoongi has always underestimated you. Man literally thinks that you’re dumb. One night, you both got into a heated argument and he told you that you wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for him. The very next day, you went to a bunch of job interviews and got hired on that same day.

It’s been two weeks at your new job and ever since, your phone is always blowing up thanks to your boss. Even at 10pm, your boss is texting you about work. Yoongi became annoyed because you were always on your phone. You guys got into another argument about this so now, you hide your phone from him so he can’t see the notifications.

Ever since then, things have been a little better. Tonight was movie night and you foolishly had your phone in your hand. Throughout the movie, your phone was lighting up and vibrating multiple times and a Yoongi was tired of it.

“Who the hell are you texting now?!” He snatched your phone out of your hands and when he saw that it was your boss, he threw your phone against the wall. “I told you to block that man! Yet, you go against me and continue to text him! Are you sleeping with him? Are you cheating on me with him?!” He screamed, making your heart leap out of your chest.

You didn’t say anything. Instead you ran to the door. You didn’t want to deal with him anymore. You deserved better. You tried to leave but he slammed the door on your fingers and pulled you back inside. You slapped his face and tried leaving again but he grabbed your hair and pulled you down to the basement.

“You made me do this to you. I warned you plenty of times to stay off your phone but do you listen to me? No. I’ve given you too much freedom and now you don’t know how to behave. That stops now.”

Hoseok

“Get up. Boss wants to see you.” The guards said, pulling you up by your arms and dragging you out of the cell. “Boss my asshole. Who does he think he is? Kidnapping me for no good reason. I just wanted coffee and now I’m god knows where!” The guard chuckles at your bratty behaviour. “Just a little advice, don’t talk to boss like that. He’ll blow your brains out.”

“Shut up, muscle head. Don’t tell me what to do.” The guard stops and aims a gun at your head. “Do it muscle head. Your boss will be so proud of you.” You said sarcastically. “Shut your mouth and keep walking. I may not be allowed to kill you but I can still still hurt you — really badly.”

“Are you threatening me muscle head?” You turn around, ready to scrap with the guard. He may be a lot bigger than you, but you’re a lot smarter and clever.

“Hey, hey, do we have a problem here?” A familiar voice interrupted. You turn around and your heart drops when you see his face. “No, boss. She’s just refusing to-”

“Hoseok?” You cut the guard off and step back. “Oh, so you still remember me?” He smirks and walks towards you but you keep walking back. “What do you want from me?”

“Isn’t the answer obvious? I want you back.”

“No! I broke up with you because you’re crazy. Leave me alone now. I’m a different person. I’m not the same Y/N that you manipulated and controlled. I left her behind. Now let me go!”

Hoseok cornered you. There was no where to run. “Are you sure that you left her behind? You’re claiming that you changed but you’re still very naive, darling.”

His words made your blood boil. Hoseok mentally and emotionally abused you. With the help of therapy, you were able to pick up and put your broken self together. You thought that you’ve become a stronger person, but as soon as you saw his face, your confidence was washed away.

“I- I told you, I’m different now!” You tried to sound brave, but your facial expression sold you out. Hoseok wasn’t dumb; he knew you were scared shitless. “So, show me that your a different person. How will you escape me this time, darling?” He traps you in between his arms and leans in close to your face. In a panic, you slapped him across the face and made a run for it.

You somehow managed to get out of his large mansion, but Hoseok was running after you the whole time. You tried losing him at sharp turns and big crowds, but he was right on your ass. You saw a security guard and bolted towards him. “Sir, sir! There’s a- a man...” you said, to catch your breath, “a man chasing me. He kidnapped me. Please, I need your help.”

“That’s enough darling.” Hoseok caught up to you and without a second thought, you hid behind the security guard. “Sir, please! Arrest this man! He kidnapped me!”

The security guard was ready to take action until he saw the man’s face. “M-mr. Jung?! Sir, I had no idea that she was running from you! Sir, I’m so sorry! Please forgive me!” The guard grabbed your arm and pushed you to Hoseok.

The commotion had everyone watching. The security guard was on his knees with his hands interlocked together. “Please spare my family and I. Mr. Jung it was an honest mistake.”

“What the hell?” You quietly muttered. “You see that, darling. Everyone is afraid of me. So you can run all you want, but you can never ever hide from me.”

Namjoon

After a long week of work, your husband wanted to treat you to dinner. You’ve both been extremely busy due to your hectic schedule and it’s caused you both to drift apart. The only time you see Namjoon is in the morning and before going to bed.

It was Friday evening and you were getting ready for date night. You wore a gorgeous dress that was somewhat revealing but you were fine with it. You just wanted to look good for your husband.

You both agreed to meet at the restaurant and when Namjoon saw you, his jaw dropped. He possessively wrapped his arm around your waist and guided you to your private table. It was outside on a balcony. You guys had an ocean view, the weather was perfect and the stars were out. It was super romantic.

The date was perfect until the waiter started checking you out. Namjoon was visibly annoyed by the waiter but kept it to himself until he left. “Why did you have to wear that dress? Are you doing this on purpose? So other guys can check you out?” You were taken back by his questions. “No, I wore this dress for you, not for some random men.”

Namjoon scoffed and bit the inside of his cheek. “When will you stop lying?” He mumbled, but you were able to pick it up. “I’m not lying, Joon. And quite frankly, I’m hurt that you think I’m doing this for other men. You’re making me feel bad about myself.”

You got up and left but he followed behind. You walked out of the restaurant and got into your car. You drove back home without giving Namjoon a second glance. Once you arrived home, Namjoon pulled up next to your car. You both entered the house in silence.

Namjoon’s phone began ringing so, he went upstairs to answer it. After tidying the house, you went upstairs and overheard his conversation. “We could’ve had a wonderful night, but my wife doesn’t know how to dress.”

Now, he’s pissed you off. You slam open the room door, grab his phone and hang up. “Do you enjoy putting your own wife down?! Do you enjoy humiliating her?! I wore this dress for you! I wanted to look good for you! I wanted you to complement me and tell me I look pretty but instead you slut shame me!”

Out of anger, you slap him across the face. “I want a divorce. I’m not staying with someone who made me feel like complete shit. You can keep this house, I don’t want anything from you.”

Namjoon looked down and started to laugh. His laugh gradually got louder and it started to creep you out. You took a couple steps away from him but he noticed and grabbed your wrist. “You want a divorce? So you can go back to that restaurant and gets that waiters number? Over my dead body. You’re never leaving me. If I have to hurt you, I will.”

Jimin

“Jimin! Stop it! You’re overreacting!”

Jimin dragged you out of his friends house and pushed you into the car, creating a scene. Everyone was watching him degrade you for not wearing your wedding ring.

“You forgot?! What kind of wife do I have?! Are you dumb?! How could you forgot to wear your wedding ring?! That ring shows everyone that you’re mine!”

Jimin was full on screaming in your face and you couldn’t handle it. You broke down crying into your hands. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you! It truly wasn’t my intention.” You were beyond terrified. You didn’t want to go home because you knew he would punish you. Even though he humiliated in front of everyone, you’d rather stay around people than go home and be alone with him.

You were about to go down on your knees until he slapped you and dragged you along. You tried getting out of his grip and in the process you accidentally slapped him. It wasn’t a hard slap or anything, you were just trying to get away. But of course, Jimin made it a big deal.

“First, you forgot your wedding ring; second, you flirted with all my friends and now, you slapped me?! Why don’t you want to leave, huh?! Who are you sleeping with?! Who are you trying to replace me with?!”

“No one! I didn’t mean to slap you! I’m sorry!” You were crying your eyes out. You’ve never seen Jimin this aggravated. You were afraid of what he might do to you so, you gave in because you didn’t want to worsen your punishment. He pushed you into the car and slammed the door shut. Throughout the car ride, his hand squeezed your thigh.

“You don’t even know what’s coming your way. Just wait till we get home” He muttered, causing your heart to drop into your stomach.

Taehyung

“Taehyung! Let me go! People are going to notice that I’m missing! You can’t keep me here forever!” You yelled, banging on the metal door.

It was your foolish mistake; trying to break up with him at his house. The moment you told him you want to part ways, he grabbed you and pushed you into the basement. Of course you fought back, but miserably lost against him. Now it was a game of waiting. Waiting for someone to notice your presence missing.

- 3 days later -

It been a couple days and you’re still locked in the basement. There was no clock or a window so you couldn’t keep track of time. Taehyung hadn’t come downstairs to check on you either. You were starving and living off the bathroom tap water. You were lying on the ground, looking lifeless when the heavy metal doors opened.

“Are you done playing your childish games?” Taehyung asked, crossing his arms. “You should be asking yourself that question, Taehyung. I’m not playing any games. I’m serious when I say I want out of this relationship.”

Taehyung closed the doors and walked towards you. He grabbed your shirt and pulled you close to his face. “All the years we spent together, you wanna throw it all away, angel?”

You turn your head away from him, avoiding his dark orbs. Taehyung noticed you avoiding his eyes so he pushed you against the wall and leaned in close to your face. “Look at me when I talk to you, angel. Or are you scared?” You were on the verge of tears but you didn’t want to appear weak in front of him. You looked him straight in the eyes and muttered, “get away from me.”

“You don’t tell me what to do, angel...” he grabbed your ear and tugged on it, “I’m your master. You listen to me.” His deep voice sent chills down your spine. You were close to dropping on your knees and submitting to him out of fear. But you didn’t. You couldn’t show him that you’re weak. “Taehyung, I’m serious! Get away from me!”

Taehyung frowned. You were really getting on his nerve. Was he not a good boyfriend? He spoiled you with gifts, spent all his time with you and he never cheated on you. What was he doing wrong? He thought to himself. “Why is my perfect, little, angel acting out? Look at me, angel. Tell me what I did wrong? Did you fall out of love? Did you find someone new?”

You look at him, dumbfounded. “Taehyung, you’re trying to control me! You’re making my decisions for me. I can’t go out alone, and if I do, you stalk me! Then you get possessive for no reason! You almost killed my bestfriend because he gave me a hug! You take things too far and you don’t trust me even after being together for years! You just want to control my life and feel like I’m suffocating when I’m with you.”

You could see fire in Taehyung’s eyes. He raised his hand, ready to slap you but before he could, you slapped him and ran for your life. You were light headed and weak, however if Taehyung finds you, you’ll face severe consequences.

Jungkook

Jungkook was going on and on about you going out with your male bestfriend.

You texted Jungkook last minute because you knew if you had told him earlier, he wouldn’t allow you to go. You simply messaged him, “I’m going out with Namjoon, I’ll be home by 6pm.”

Jungkook was livid. He called you multiple times but you were too scared to pick up. Finally, his 7th attempt was when you decided to pick up.

“Where the fuck are you?! I’m coming to pick you up right now.”

“Jungkook we just came to the restaurant, I’m not leaving.”

“Do you think it’s appropriate to go to a restaurant with another man?! What if people think you guys are dating, huh? You’re a fucking cheater. Tell me your location, now!”

“For the love of god, I’m not cheating on you! Namjoon and I have known each other since middle school. I’ve known him longer than I’ve known you. We are nothing but friends.”

Jungkook was pissed. He hung up the phone and went home. He poured himself a glass of whiskey before sitting down on the couch. He was waiting for your arrival. It was 5:54pm when the front door opened. You were right on time.

“See, I told you I’d be back by 6pm. I don’t know why you have to make everything such a big deal.”

“While I’m working my ass off, you’re out with another man.” He said, putting the glass of whiskey down.

“I work too, Jungkook. And I’m a full time student. If you want to get even with me, go out with your female friends. I wouldn’t mind at all. As long as they remain friends.”

Jungkook stood up and starting walking towards you. “So, you can cheat, but I can’t?” A taunting smile took over his face.

“Again, Jungkook? I am not cheating on you! Namjoon is just my close friend. That’s all. Nothing more or less.” You said, crossing your arms and unconsciously stepping back.

“Stop lying. Just tell me now and maybe I’ll forgive you.” You scoff and roll your eyes. “I don’t have time to deal with you, Jungkook. I’m tired.”

“Yeah, because you were fucking around with Namjoon, right?”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You turned around to leave but Jungkook pulled you back, harshly. Instinctively, your hand landed a heavy slap on his face. Unexpectedly, Jungkook slapped you right back — but a lot harder.

You winced as you held your warm cheek. Hot tears gliding down your face. Without thinking twice, you made a run for the door but Jungkook tackled you to the floor.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?!”

You can make your own ending:)

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palettepainter · 4 years

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DO NOT REPOST/EDIT/COPY/TRACE MY ART OR OC!!! Warning to his backstory, mentions of abuse and murder Adding yet another Hazbin Hotel OC to my swarm of other characters, because why not? His backstory is still in the works but I'll dump some ideas I've had for his personality/character/backstory below -Captain Cutthroat hails from Safe Haven, born to a wimpy scullery maid and being born at sea, Cutthroat's (or Kennedy as he was called when he was alive) life has been a rough sail on the sea's from the start. His mother, a small frail looking thing was sold to his father, the captain of a famous fishing crew as a servant/errand girl. His father, a brash, crude leader to a gang or rotten, backstabbing crew of pirates, and his father found a sick liking towards the skittish, pale looking cabin maid. Cutthroat is born out at seas and right after a long hard night at sea through a long storm. Years to follow are filled with back breaking labor given to Cutthroat curtsy of his beloved 'father', all the while he's under the sharp eye of all of his fathers intimidating crew members. Swabbing the deck after the crew had a drunk night of celebrating, washing the laundry, cleaning the dishes after meals - but at least little Cutthroat has his mother, it makes things bearable. Sneaking away scraps of food, managing to weasel his way out of trouble by the skin of his teeth, being made a fool by the crew members while his father barks with laughter along with them. But having his mothers side to cry into, it makes life bearable. -Cutthroat and his mother make their escape from his fathers clutches when Cutthroat is at the brisk age of 16, he's just turned in after he's finished mopping the decks, and overhears his dear old dad gabbling away with another sea captain. His father, not keen to part with his gold, bets his mother. Cutthroat is frozen with fear, anxiously watching and listening through the crack in the door, as the other captain earns himself a win - it is decided, Cutthroats mother would be handed off to him first thing in the morning. Cutthroat has done his best to push the memory of that night from his mind, but that night he was body was shaking worse then a scrawny nobody in a storm as he woke up his mother, and hurriedly made his escape with her in the dead of night. Life on the streets was no better for them, cold nights and days without food left his mother sick and weak, and Cutthroat had to work tooth and nail just to scrape by with savings for food. Lie, cheat, steal, he did it all - the boy had it rough in his young adult days, selling whatever he had on him for whatever coins of gold he could get to care for his mother. Unconsciously he follows in the footsteps of his father, turning to the black market where anything and everything can be sold for cash - if you're clever enough to know the ropes. Cutthroat knew the black market was not the most moral of jobs: trapping and hunting sirens without drowning was rare, but their scales and fins where worth a pretty penny or two. Snaring griffins was a shot in the dark, but their skulls and feathers would pay them enough to live comfortably for half the year. The more magical the creature, the more it was worth - but money is money, and Cutthroat, young and desperate, was prepared to sell soul and left leg for it -His mother, despite suffering from the abuse and mistreat by his father, still tried to guide Cutthroat down a good path, one that wouldn't make him turn out like either of them. She genuinely tried, but in her sick state she couldn't do much, even when at sea she was not the best - she would sometimes forget to feed Cutthroat as a baby, she simply didn't have time, would spend days on end sleeping when Cutthroat was old enough to take the burden of tasks off her shoulders. To wee Cutthroat, his mother was an angel, and you can imagine his distress when his mothers sickness grows worse. She becomes sicker and sicker by the day, every day she's a little weaker, more colour draining from her face. Enraged at his own weakness, Cutthroat takes his mother to the nearest inn, slaps some gold in the owners face, and sets off to sea in search for his father. New at sea he doesn't fair well, he gets lost a lot, nearly gets himself killed a few times, but somehow, through spite and determination (but mostly spite) he tracks down his father. Cutthroat may not be a good sailor, but at the age of 20, he's become pretty darn good at playing his cards right - he's young, his father is old, and the black market has taught Cutthroat the best ways to throw a man off guard. Cutthroat infiltrates his fathers ship, putting up the facade of simple new lad on the ship, and one by one he poisons his fathers crew mates, slowly by surely riding his father of his little lackeys, no one to call for now. Daddy dearest he saves for last, the poison works on him slowly, Cutthroat WANTS his dad to feel every bit of pain. Cutthroat draws out the torture, taking his sweet time to give back to his dad all the pain he put his mother through - just when his father goes to draw his final breath, he turns to give Cutthroat a pained crooked smirk, spitting blood before he slurs 'just like yer old man, eh boy?' - something within Cutthroat snaps, and he deals the final blow to his father with a knife to the throat (hence his name, Cutthroat) -With revenge done and his old man dead, Cutthroat spills oil upon the deck and sets the boat alight while escaping in one of the emergency boats, his fathers ship burns into the fog, and is left to crumble and rot at sea. Cutthroat, stronger and tougher, returns home, not regretting an ounce of his actions. Returning home to the inn, Cutthroat isn't prepared for the hord of staff and people crowded round his mothers room: There she is, laying in bed, face pale and forehead cold with sweat, bags under her eyes as a doctor tends to her at bedside. Pneumonia, and it's bad. Cutthroat is at his mothers side in a heartbeat, the tears already swelling in his eyes as he grips her hands, they're cold to the touch, and she can barely manage to keep her eyes open to look at him. When the doctor tells him that it is unlikely she was survive the month Cutthroat warns him to shut his trap, when the doctor offers for them to end her suffering humanly, Cutthroat has to hold the urge to throw a lamp. He yells at them to get out, to leave, and to never come near him or his mother again! As soon as the door closes, he breaks, leaning his head gently onto his mother as she weakly rests her hands in his wind swept hair. On top of having to get enough money for food, to pay to stay at the inn, and for whatever medicine he can find to ease the pain for his mother, Cutthroat decides it's time to skip town, he'll get her help elsewhere..They don't make it far, carrying his mother is not hard, years of working on his fathers boat built up his muscles - but the cold is not helping, and even Cutthroat needs rest. The pain is getting worse, his mother is struggling to breath, she's eating less, her coughing is becoming more violent. It takes three days of travelling for Cutthroat to realize the harsh truth, his mother wasn't going to make it, and he'd been putting her through hell by pushing her forward, when all she wanted to do was rest. Cutthroat asks his mother one day if she wants to rest, and his mother replies, barely above a whisper, that she is very, very tired. They both know what has to come next. Cutthroat ends her life, as swift as he can - it hurts him, hurts him so damn much - her death is sadly slow, Cutthroat does not have the power to make it fast and painless, so he cradles her body, his tears dropping onto her face as he howls with sobs, body trembling as she rubs her hands gently over his back one final time. Cutthroat gives her her own burial, in a nice field by the sea, which he knew she loved to look at -Cutthroat, having lost his only true family member, falls back into the ways of his younger, troubled self: he sells on the black market, does illegal trading, hunts down exotic creatures across safe haven and becomes a notorious criminal (the work nullifies the pain from his past, if he just keeps working, he'll forget it). Years later when hunting and trading of exotic creatures is banned in safe haven, that does little to stop Cutthroat, he continues about his way, not shy of getting rid of any lil sneaks that may run the risk of turning him in. Cutthroat eventually dies by a spear to his throat, the aftermath of a little disagreement between Cutthroat and another crew of traders that tried to swindle him of his treasures. It's no surprise to Cutthroat when he ends up in hell, and he makes himself very much at home at Hellside coast: Hellside coast is his turf, he owns that part of town, and even though visitors are scare, he does well to make his reputation known. He is a big dealer on the black market and a local hunter and trader of goods, he charges a high bargain, but is willing to trade for the right valuables. Despite his gruff and his towering height and strength, Cutthroat can be somewhat decent, he's a lil on the snarky side and makes playful jabs at visitors - jabs that often have a darker meaning or jabs that are meant to serve as a warning - 'Swimming eh? Knock yerself out meatbait, just make sure yet rugrats are attending too. All unattended children will be snapped up by a' sea serpent, don't stand a chance against those...HAHA! Lighten up, was just a joke..last year only half as many kids disappeared then usual' -Cutthroat, no matter what, deep deep DEEP down will always have a hidden soft spot for kids - he goes by the motto 'talk shit, get hit', if he sees someone being a prat or more so, sees someone being a prat to a someone who can't defend themselves, this man is quietly lumbering over to break things off, and this man gets violent very quickly when those who are weak are involved. This is mostly because Cutthroat, despite his reputation, understands what its like to be vulnerable and helpless. He claims he is not capable of being soft, but that's a big fat lie -He knows of Pip, and has actually grown fond of the little rats company. Pip came to Hellside coast when he was spending the weekend with his Uncle Angel Dust, he and Iridescence had been playing outside when a turf war broke out in the area they had been playing in. Pip, rightfully afraid, scrambled down to Hellside coast and hid in the first place he saw, inside an empty barrel by the coasts docks. Little Pip is then rightfully terrified and can barely manage to speak when the barrel is rolled onto the ship and the boat pulls out from the harbor. Hours go by, Pip is scared, his small body trembling from the cold. Deep below deck Pip finally manages to crawl out from his barrel, the sea tossing the boat and causing poor Pip to stumble his way along the boat, maybe he could sail back in one of the smaller boats? How far from shore could he be? News flash: Very far. Pip is very nearly tossed over board by the raging waves, until a firm hand grabs him by the scruff and drags him back inside, Cutthroat. Rightfully so Pip pushes himself into the furthest corner from Cutthroat. Cutthroat, rightfully so, tears Pip now with all his yelling and demanding 'What the BLOODY HELL where you thinking?!' - Pip, shaken and scared, soo begins to cry and the sight of Cutthroat and curls in on himself as the boat continues to rock...which is why he is very surprised when Cutthroat offers him a blanket (all be it a smelly one, but it kept him warm), a small meal and some water, and reassures him he'll make a turn around back to the docks as soon as the storm passes. Cutthroat roars with laughter when Pip meakly asks for Cutthroat not to throw him overboard, Cutthroat admits though he could easily toss Pip across the room no sweat, he isn't big on killing a helpless kid: maybe grow up a little first, then the next time you sneak onto his boat he'll toss you over, if that's really what you expect him to do. Pip becomes comfortable very quickly on Cutthroats boat, and Cutthroat quickly becomes annoyed at the boys jabbering and constant questions, as soon as he reaches shore the next day he drops the kid off at the hotel and makes his way back to his boat when he's sure the kid is A-okay at that fancy shmansy hotel. Every visit from that day on Pip visits Hell side coast, some days he'd simply watch Cutthroat do his thing about the docks, other days he'd follow behind him like a lost duckling, completely in awe at seeing a real pirate! Cutthroat is..50/50 with his company, he likes the attention, but he does love his peace and quite, and having a kid constantly chew your ear off made him realize how much he loved his silence in the afternoons, but somehow - he ends up liking the brat -When Pip excitedly told Cutthroat he wanted to be a pirate just like him, Cutthroat stared at him blankly, then replied with a casually: 'Heh, a terrible decision kid' - and told Pip to change his life goals fast. The day in which Cutthroat properly began to care for Pip was the day the little brat came running up to him, tears pouring from his eyes, Cutthroat didn't get a chance to ask what was wrong or scold him for fleeing up onto his ship with his tail between his legs, before two other men dressed in suits come rushing down the path. Cutthroat goes up to his deck to retrieve the boy when the two men approaching his ship, he goes to tell them his business for the day is closed and to come back tomorrow, but freezes when they explain they're looking for a little scruffy haired boy, how his father is looking for him, and demands that Peter be brought home. One scared look from the shivering boy is all Cutthroat needs to tell the two men that he ain't see no boy, and to get lost. Cutthroat couldn't pry all the details from Pip, but he quickly gets the impression that Pip's father, this Castello character, ain't a nice man. Cutthroat knows he's been through some stuff, he ain't the best person to be giving advice, but something about the sad slump in the boys shoulders and his messy untamed hair made him think back to a time when he was like that. From that day fourth, Cutthroat takes the boy under his wing. He asks Pip if he still wants to be a pirate, when Pip sniffles with a weak nod: Cutthroat says lil pipsqueak has a long way to go, ties a red bandage round Pip's shoulders, shrugs, and says that an old sea dog like him will just have to show him the ropes. The way in which Pip's face just lights up, it's hard for Cutthroat to not chuckle at. Pip becomes Cutthroats prodigy, at first, he spent time with the kid in hopes it'd make him feel better, but in the end, he too began to grow to enjoy their time together, his mouth would quirk up into a lazed but happy grin when he saw the pint size running down the beach to greet him, he couldn't help but be smug when Pip failed miserably to reel in an escaped fish from his net (may or may not have had several heart attacks when Pip was nearly swallowed by huge deep sea demonic lobster), can't help but ruffle that messy hair of his, can't help but tease at how utterly tiny Pip is, how terrifying he is for a pirate in training, he's seen scarier goldfish! Cutthroat loves that little brat, and also loves the free adoration and idol like praise Pip gives him. That's all for now! Had a tone of fun drawing this guy so I hope you like him! Cutthroat/Pip/Iridescence - me

#HHOC #Hazbin hotel OC #Ref sheet #My OC #Captain Cutthroat #OC #Palettes art

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s-aned · 3 years

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Dark Paradise - Chapter 1 - “I killed her”

“I killed her”

Her voice whips through the air. The older man turns his head towards the young woman, a frown twisting his face. Did he understood what she meant?

It’s been a few minutes since he arrived on the back porch. The lights were out, but she was there, sitting with her gaze fixed on the mountains or in the void, softly humming to herself a tune he didn't know.

“It’s 2 a.m., why aren’t you sleeping?

- What about you?”

Fair enough. He let out a small sigh before sitting down next to the young woman. He rubbed the back of his neck, his body still tense after a long day of work. Silence had settled in. Not a tense or embarrassed one. If she could be talkative and teasing, she also knew how to savor the comfort of a shared silence. That’s one thing he surely appreciated.

It had been a few weeks since she moved into his home, about one year after he settled in Jackson. At first glance, she seemed like a strange roommate for this fifty-year-old man, as she must have barely left her twenties. But she couldn't stay with Tommy and Maria forever and he had a spare room. Everyone seemed satisfied with the arrangement.

Joel was beginning to enjoy this company, and the good meals that accompanied it. He found it amazing how someone who struggles to eat anything other than soup can enjoy cooking so much. Gradually, a relationship of trust began to take hold. That's why he doesn’t hesitate long before breaking the silence.

“I heard what you said earlier to the girls. Your mom. Tommy and I… We also lost our mom to sickness. She... She got cancer. Before the outbreak. Nasty business.”

She nods but doesn’t add anything. She knows that the man isn’t one to spill about his past. She knows about Sarah, and some bits of his past in Boston QZ. Oh, she doesn’t know much, but enough to understand that he had seen and done things that morality could disapprove of.

And yet, she doesn’t dare to tell him what is on her heart. She’s afraid of his reaction. She’s trying to resist but the words are making their way to her mouth and she’s unable to hold them back, like a sour, uncontrollable bile. It’s too late. It must come out, regardless of his reaction.

“I killed her.”

She hears a rustle, and feel his incomprehension’s look on her. She resumes, turning her head towards him without daring to meet his gaze.

“My… My mom. I killed her.”

She bits her lip, wanting to prevent the tears from falling. She has started now, there is no going back. Might as well tell him everything.

“She… She was sick, real sick. But she kept dying. Most of the time when she was awake, she wasn’t even conscious, her open eyes and her mouth only let out a few inconsistent messages. And she was in pain, she was in excruciating pain. Day and night, she moaned. It was just the two of us. The neighbors would drop me food sometimes. But most of the time, I was alone with her suffering. I would stay day and night by her side, with no more hope of seeing her emerge. But her body was refusing to give up.”

She pauses for a moment, taking a breath before starting again.

“One night, she was finally sleeping. I wasn’t. She seemed so peaceful, so quiet. I thought, this is it. This is how she should be. Just in peace. No more pain. It was dark in the room, there was no moon that night. So I gave her a kiss before taking a pillow and… I put it on her head. As strong as I could. She didn’t react. I stayed like that for minutes but it felt like hours. I stayed until I felt it… Her last breath.”

Tears are now streaming down her cheeks. She stares into void, pursed lips adding nothing more. She doesn’t know why she told him about it. What would he think of her now?

“How old were you?

-14.”

He lets out an overwhelmed sigh. He already knew she had been through hard times. Heck, who hasn’t in this crazy world? But putting her own mother out of pain, that was something else. He tries to find something to say to ease her.

“You relieved her. QZ life wasn’t easy, she might have suffered for weeks, months even, if you hadn’t done that. You did that out of love. You’re brave.

-No, I’m not. After I did it, I just grabbed my stuff and left. I abandoned her there. God knows how much time it took before someone noticed. It’s probably the smell that alerted the neighbors. I didn’t give her a decent burial, and we both know that FEDRA probably tossed her bodies with all the others, infected or not.

-Why did you leave?”

She doesn’t answer right away. She knows that she will have to tell the full story if she keeps going. But now looks as bad as any other time. The night offers some protection. She lets it go.

“Hmm, I was an orphan. They would have put me in one of those FEDRA institutions. I heard what happened there. All this stories about girls being abused by soldiers or other boarders. I thought I was better to try it on my own.

-How did you survive without being caught?

-My dad. He had a sister in that QZ. We barely knew her, she had fallen out with him and when he died, we cut ties completely. I showed up at her place, and she was kind enough to take me. Oh sure, she treated me like a dog, making me do all the thankless jobs. But at least I had a roof over my head. After a few months she started dating this guy, scumbag but it kept her from being alone, I guess. There was only one room, so most of the time I had to stay in the hallway. But slowly, he started to look at me. Once, she was gone god knows where, he cornered me and told me a whole bunch of stuff a 15-year-old shouldn't hear from a grown-up man. My aunt walked in as he began to slide his hand under my shirt, and of course she got it on me. She beat the crap out of me, before tossing me out of her place. Obviously, she kept all my stuff, ID included. Probably sold it to black market, the bitch. I was left with only the clothes on my back."

She finally looks up at the man, unable to read the expression on his face. Sadness, anger, pity? She had only seen this face once. The day Tommy and he found her, after she killed her captors. It was Joel, she believes, who put a bullet in the head of the last of them. The one who had caught her and was standing over her, his knife stuck in her lower abdomen.

Joel had the same expression than today when, in Jackson's infirmary, she told them that she had been sold to these men, after being forcibly prostituted for months, years maybe, in her previous QZ. She didn't know where they were taking her, but she knew full well that her function would remain the same.

“Is that when?” He leaves his question hanging, but she understands what he means. She shakes her head.

“No. There was this guy I saw from time to time, we flirted with each other. He had managed to set up a junk studio in a building in the slum quarters of the QZ. He let me settle there. Of course, he didn’t ask for a kiss on the cheek in return. I won’t teach you how a 16-year-old boy is like.” She says sarcastically, a slight smirk appearing on her lips. Joel chuckles lightly. Touched. It’s around that age he got his girlfriend pregnant, and with that, got in adulthood prematurely. She goes back to her story.

“He got tired of me eventually, and I felt that soon I would find myself again in the cold streets, at the mercy of the first predator lurking around. But Heaven proved merciful, and I met Talia. She was in her fifties and had quite a temper. She saw me hanging out on the street in the rain and pulled me into a building that looked completely abandoned. She asked me questions, listened to my story without commenting, before opening another door. I discovered that there was a whole other life in this city. Rare alcohol, red armchairs and above all, a stage in the middle of which sat a bar.”

She grins at the surprised look of man.

“Yep Joel. There was a strip club in my QZ. She made me sit, gave me a towel to dry myself and began to explain what was happening there. There was no resistance group like your fireflies in my area. There were small local gang, who greased the military tab to do their little business.

At first, she didn't even want me in the room when the club was open. I was way too young for her liking, she couldn't tolerate me being exposed to men. So I did the housework, some services for the girls, all the little chores behind the scenes. From there I watched them dance and drive all the spectators crazy. Soldiers, small strikes, or average guy, they all drooled and get rid of everything they owned for a look, a caress.

After a year, I was entitled to serve at the bar. But just at the bar, I was forbidden to pass in the aisles. It was the girls' work. Talia was tough but she took good care of all of us. We were like family. When the club was closed, we laughed a lot. It was a good time.”

She ends her story with a sigh, before taking a sip of her infusion, now cold. She grimaces. She would have liked it to be whiskey. She still has plenty to talk about, but she's not sure she has the strength for it. The older man must feel it, because he doesn't ask any more questions.

She's already released a big chunk tonight. And what is yet to come is not the happiest. Above all, she is afraid of his reaction. For the moment, he believes she was an innocent victim, captured by ill-intentioned men. But she's not quite sure. She often wondered if she hadn't been responsible for all of this. So she keeps quiet and lets the silence of the night engulf her.

There is nothing more to say, and yet none of them moves. It’s only when a gust of wind makes her shiver that Joel straightens up and speaks in a firm but gentle tone she now knows by heart.

“Let’s go inside. You have to try to sleep.”

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Chapter 2

#TLOU #TLOU2 #TLOU fic #TLOU fanfic #Joel Miller #The last of Us

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lovely-sanie · 5 years

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𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖞 𝕬𝖜𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖘: The Pirates

(This is a repost because Tumblr is stupid. Not all things in the original post are included in this post but it’s close enough. It sucks because the other has 125 notes :/ )

Rank/Role: Captain

Background: Hongjoong was an orphan much of his young life. His father was a baron, his mother a slave. As evidence of their affair, Hongjoong was immediately cast into the streets, saved only by an orphan house mother who found him moments after he was left. When he was 8, a captain, the original owner of the Destiny, took him in. From there, Hongjoong worked his way up from cabin boy to first mate, an unpopular decision among the original crew of the Destiny. When the original captain was killed, much of the original crew left to find new ships and captains. Hongjoong was alone for a year before he ran into Seonghwa who helped him gather a new crew.

Facts:

Called the Pirate King because he rose to Captain so fast and because he and his crew evade capture with ease

Considered one of the most fearsome pirates

Can be slightly sadistic sometimes

Has many death warrants

Best with guns

Is actually a very soft human being with a hard outer shell

Really cares for his crew

Considers them his children

Would die for them but really doesn’t want them to do the same

Rank/Role: Quartermaster, Boatswain, Cook

Background: Seonghwa is the fourth son of an innkeeper from a seaside town. He found piracy when a crew attacked and ransacked his town when he was young. Though it wasn’t his first aspiration in life, he turned to it because his mother and father both died in the attack. He spent his early years hopping from ship to ship, serving the different crews and learning the ways of the ship. By the time he met Hongjoong, he could run a ship in his sleep. With his connections and knowledge, he helped Hongjoong round up a crew for the Destiny.

Facts:

Is scared of crocodiles

The most trustworthy and mature member of the crew

The person Hongjoong trusts the most

Is vicious in battle

But is a mother to the crew

Makes sure all of the crew are well fed and healthy

Often scolds members of the crew like a mother

Stretches himself too thin sometimes because he tries to take care of everything and everyone

Favorite thing to call Hongjoong and the crew is ‘idiot’ because there’s always something going wrong

Rank/Role: Medic

Background: Yunho is the son of a town doctor. Learning from his father, Yunho became skilled in the medical field at a young age and began traveling when he was 16 to help other people. He eventually found his way to the Destiny when he patched up San and Wooyoung, earning the trust of the crew soon after. Out of the crew members, he is the most likely to take off and not be seen for days when the ship docks in a town.

Facts:

He doesn’t like to fight but he will if he has to

Generally abstains from most immoral activities

Doesn’t like to read (don’t ask him how he became a medic)

Closest to Mingi, who he knew before both of them became pirates

Keeps the crews spirits up

Is a jokester

Doesn’t understand how the crew gets hurt so often

Has a habit of listening to Seonghwa more than Hongjoong

Ultimately is very loyal to Hongjoong

Rank/Role: Sailing Master/Navigator

Background: Yeosang is the eighth son of the King of New Goryeo. Growing up in the palace, he studied hard and is the smartest of all of his brothers excluding the crown prince. On his way back to the palace after an excursion, his caravan was attacked. He was kidnapped by the attackers and was traded and sold for years until he landed in Hongjoong and Seonghwa’s hands. He is on the Destiny against his will, but he doesn’t hate it.

Facts:

Smartest of the crew and the only formally educated member

Loves to watch the stars and the sky

Has a birthmark on the left side of his face trailing from his eye that he covers up so as not to be recognized as the prince

Wants to fly one day

Often puts the crew before himself

Excellent swordsman but doesn’t like to fight

Has expressed desires to at least let his family know that he’s alive but understands that it would be dangerous for the crew as well as himself

The crew love to hear him sing because he has a beautiful voice

Often builds small machines to try to make them fly (always fails)

Rank/Role: Master Gunner

Background: San was born into the life of a pirate. His father was the quartermaster for another ship and his mother was the helmswoman. He knew his way around a ship by the time he could walk and start training to be a gunner as soon as he was of age. The ship he grew up was eventually sunk in a battle with another ship, a day where he lost his father as well. His mother is the one that directed him to the Destiny after a conversation with Hongjoong, who she was familiar with as her crew were friendly with the original Destiny crew.

Facts:

Is one of the more flirtatious members of the crew

Is dangerous when pissed off

Often ends up covered in blood by the end of a battle

Likes when battles occur because he can get his aggression out in a “safe” way

Is actually a softie though

Loves Wooyoung, has jokingly mentioned marrying him

Giggles all the time

Is always happy and playful unless around enemies or strangers

Rank/Role: First Mate

Background: Born in the same town as Yunho, Mingi is one of four children born to the Reeve of their town. His father abused his power often, playing the town for a fool and working in cohorts with the bailiff and lord to make things as hard as possible for the less fortunate. His father, mother, and siblings were killed once the town found out what his father had done. Mingi barely escaped, running from the town desperately and passing out near Yunho’s home. They became friends and when Yunho left, so did Mingi, though they eventually went separate ways. Seonghwa invited Mingi to be part of the crew at the recommendation of Yunho.

Facts:

Very diligent. Makes sure all the duties on the ship are done correctly

Enjoys battle, but only because he does so well at it

Has a back injury stemming from his attempted murder when he was younger

Dislikes unnecessary conflict

Is often found at Yunho’s side

Kind of a coward when just around the crew

Sleeps a lot once he has time

Loves to eat, especially on the off chance Seonghwa is able to make chicken

Always searches for a hot spring wherever they dock

Rank/Role: Gunner, Lookout

Background: Wooyoung was born the son of a prostitute, and lived his first few years of life in a closet in the brothel where his mother worked. His mother never really cared what he did so he ended up running away at a very young age and found odd jobs around this town and that one, eventually ending up in a port town. He stayed there for a majority of his life, only leaving when Hongjoong, at the prompting of Seonghwa, offered him a place on the Destiny.

Facts:

Is one of the stronger members of the crew

Has amazing eyesight and an amazing sense of smell

Has learned to read the wind and sea and can tell when they’re close to land without even seeing it

Follows San’s lead most of the time

The other flirtatious member

Is very playful when not in the presence of enemies

Decently close to Yeosang and tries to make him comfortable

Has a problem with women following him back to the ship because they fell in love with him at first sight

Rank/Role: Gunner, Rigger

Background: Jongho comes from an upper-class family. He is one of six children and felt trapped in his home and family so he ran. He’s not very world experienced, but he did his best to survive. He almost was caught for stealing when Seonghwa found him and gave him a home as well as freedom on the Destiny.

Facts:

Is the youngest member of the crew, yet is the strongest

A very skilled rigger, somewhat due to his strength

Doesn’t like battle, but is skilled nonetheless due to the crew’s instruction

Doesn’t like a lot of rules and regulations

Pretty inexperienced when it comes to the world, though he has seen the horrors of it

Is very brave, up for trying anything once, even if he thinks it’ll lead to trouble

Feels that he owes Seonghwa his life so he is most loyal to Seonghwa, though he is loyal to Hongjoong as well

Eats a lot, maybe even more than Mingi

Likes to break apples in half for fun

ATEEZ

Don’t generally kill innocents or take captives

Only vicious to their enemies and perceived threats

Still plunder towns and villages for gold and supplies

Can be kind of stupid with Hongjoong and Seonghwa’s guidance

#ateez #ateez au #ateez pirate au #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #kpop #kpop au #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #lovely-sanie #s: destiny awaits

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eclipsewarrior101 · 4 years

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Darkwing Negaverse Character O.C Sid Quack:

Sid was 7 when his caretakers sold him to traffickers. He was soon bought by an evil cruel SHUSH Agent. His man Darren La Glassen was an abusive man who beat and used fear to scare sid to be obedient. Sid grew to fear and hate adults and others and is very timid and scared of anyone. Then when he was 13 sid ran away and lived on the streets for 3 months. He pick-pocketed and stole to survive. One day he saw @psychosistr oc Nega Steelbeak and decided to try to steal from him, but he failed and tried to run.

He was cornered and acted feral and wild even biting Steels arm to escape. When goons trying to take him back tried to take him, Negasteel saved him and took the kid in. Though it took months to get sid to even trust him, sid had severe ptsd and either tried cleaning thinking he had to earn his keep or freaked out to a full panic and begging not to be punished when he accidentally messes up or breaks something.

After a while Negasteel found a way to earn sids trust and sid told him his story. Sid learned to depend on steel and trust adults again...though he would be seen clinging to him and not really talking unless he felt safe enough to.

Sid grew to be a bit more independent and grew to have courage, and that would be tested when his old “master” had him kidnapped. His old master tried to break him, but he fought back and steel taught him to be brave. When Negasteel came to rescue him, steel nearly killed him, but sid stopped him and they left together.

Sid had decided to allow himself to be adopted by Steel and he is now a happy teen at age 17. Steel made sure he was safe no matter what and despite the protectiveness sometimes being over the top....sid was okay with it cause it mean that for once he has someone and a family and friends who love him.

He was way behind the kids his age education wise but he so far has really good grade and is not much of a trouble maker...although at one point he became violent and angry and his life went downhill after his dad was in a coma for months and he took out his anger on everyone who loved him. But Negasteel woke up finally and sid turned his life around.

He currently has a boyfriend Damien whos dad is a retired FOWL agent and the two are madly in love.

Sid has grown to be a independent, sassy, fun loving but serious teen, who sometimes has to be the parent cause his dad is prone to trouble and his dad always brings home stray animals. He isn’t one to start fights but if he will defend his family and friends and stick up for them or anyone who needs help.

Sid wants to be a FOWL agent like his adopted or his only true dad. And despite having to wait until hes 21 to be an agent or even train, he is skilled for beyond his age and is well able to defend himself against and attack. He even has been told that one day he will most likely be Nega Steelbeaks replacement as Chief Officer, something he and his dad are very proud of.

He loves art, music and hanging with his friends and family. He rides on a motorcycle with damien and is a really good driver. He also has a somewhat good voice. He also loves to hang with his cousin Gosalyn and even if she wants play dressup with her...he ain’t ashamed.

Sid wears a black leather jacket and blue pants with a forever ring from damien on his hand. He is taller and his hair is in a ponytail. He

So this is my oc. @psychosistr and i have been RP blogging and have developed Sid.

If you have any questions please ask either of us about sid.

Big thanks to @psychosistr for the help with my ocs. please check out her tumblr page and mine.

#Darkwing negaverse oc #Sid Quack Negaverse #@psychosistr #Oc #mention of abuse #mention of human trafficking #its nothing bad but he was sold at a young age a s a slave

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bi-outta-cordonia · 5 years

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A Courtesan of Rome is ending, albeit hurriedly, but here’s the thing:

Xanthe was a waste.

We are given a book that is ultimately historical fiction, allows us to travel back in time to one of the most infamous moments of all time and, along the way, we play as a lone woman in a historical context who is given the power to change the world.

Along the way we meet a plethora of people, each of which plays a role in the story one way or another, with the exception of one.

Xanthe was sold to Lena as a little girl. She’s been trained to become a courtesan since she was a child. We are introduced to her as being a vapid and jealous woman, one who takes pride in her craft nonetheless but is in danger of being pushed out of the comfortable position she’s made for herself in Rome.

Think for a second about the implications behind Xanthe being trained to be a courtesan since she was a little girl. Sabina was married to Legate Aquila when she was between ten and twelve years old. There was an acute sense of horror that players were expected to feel for Sabina because, well, she was forced to become a child bride for the sake of her father needing to advance his political station. Her father used her as a tool, as something he could bargain with rather than love her like a parent would love their child. We felt bad for Sabina, we sympathized with Sabina,

So now think of a child being trained to please men. She has no family, no one to protect her, no one to fall back on if she messes up because she’s truly all alone. Her routine is entirely of her learning to become sexually appealing to men and, if she is not successful in doing that, she will be thrown out onto the streets and forced to fend for herself from others that would have no qualms with using her for their own gain.

She is a child when she’s forced to do this, she grows into a woman that then becomes exceptionally skilled at her craft. She learns the ins and outs of the types that frequently seek her out. She learns who the most powerful patrons are and learns how to charm them with but a smile and a few words. She has been training to do this since she was a girl, sold to the people who trained her as a slave meant to serve them and bring them money. She is forced to do this because she has no other choice.

Perhaps she grows into the role. Grows into the idea of having independence and a reputation better than most of the senators’ wives have. She is her own woman, allowed to purchase her own things, allowed to move freely within particular social circles, and all this is due to the fact that she successfully learned how to play the game and win. She’s thriving and it’s what she needs for the moment.

But then, here comes some other girl. She’s older by the time she arrives but the girl’s new owners are already fawning over her. They are providing the girl with every advantage, giving her the most powerful patrons. The girl is new, has only been training for a few years at most, but she’s receiving some of the better paying patrons who are supplying her with a lifestyle she was not raised to know.

This puts the child who grew into the woman in a dangerous position--by losing the wealthier patrons, she loses a good chunk of her income--she becomes useless to the owners and risks being cast away from a position she’s held for years.

This has been the core of Xanthe’s actual problem with us, not jealousy but fear, and I can’t honestly blame her for feeling that. We were a newcomer, someone who cared not for Rome or any of its trappings. Someone who didn’t care about wealth and power. We came to the scholae already outright rejecting Roman customs but Xanthe was forced to embody them as a child in order to survive.

Every thing she had been through, all that she had to become in order to simply live in Rome was something she endured as a child. Given that this is her history, it begs the question: why wasn’t she allowed the complexity and depth to be a voice for those that have long since found themselves voiceless?

She was a courtesan in Rome, a woman with no past, sold to Lena as a child, and she never gets a chance to interrogate the systems that bred her or the institution that used her in such egregious ways. She never got to ask “why did this happen to me,” never got to curl her lip in disgust as another senator palmed her dress, never got to seethe as another batch of young girls shuffled through the scholae in tatters with tears in their eyes as Lena explained what their new life would entail.

The idea that we had Xanthe here to be a complex character that let us see through the lens of history and realize that a lot of what people think of Rome as a civilization is just seen through rose tinted glasses. Rome had brutality of a variety--with Syphax we see the broken justice system, with Antony we see how easily and willingly those who had power would abuse it without hesitation, and with us as the MC we see how brutal and violent the campaigns were for those who were not Roman.

Xanthe could’ve been another voice, another look into the world of women and the society of Rome. We could’ve had the potential to open up to her and get her side of things.

We could’ve learned that she knew her parents. We could’ve cried when she described the first time she tended to a patron. We could’ve seethed with anger when she voiced her concerns for the other girls who got dragged into our mess after Legate Aquila ransacked the scholae. We could’ve helped distract a particularly difficult patron so she could breathe for a moment or pushed off a more powerful patron to her as a gesture of kindness.

We could’ve sat down with her and explained what Caesar did to our family, did to our homeland. We could’ve explained that we are not here because we choose to be, but because we had those choices taken from us by the Romans and their constant thirst for power. We could’ve been the lens from which she finally understood that absolute power corrupts and casts despair upon those who are not strong enough to deflect it. We could’ve seen her breakdown and throw amphoras, break mirrors, shred her clothes as she ranted about Rome, fucking Rome, Rome and its constant need to conquer the shiniest and prettiest new things.

We could’ve still had angry, vengeful Xanthe but instead of having her be a vapid airhead, she could’ve been so hurt and so distraught after we explained that Legate Aquila almost forced us to have sex with him had it not been for his wife who finally found the courage to stand up to him.

We could’ve had angry, vengeful Xanthe who told us that she would not forgive us for what happened to the other girls or to Syphax, but she would sooner risk death by spitting on the Legate for attempting to force us to do what we had been given the choice not to do with patrons.

We could’ve had angry, vengeful Xanthe who would tell us that we are insane for thinking we could possibly bring down a Legate but who would also go on to provide bits of useful information she gleaned from other senators in regards to Aquila’s movements.

We could’ve had angry, vengeful Xanthe who would butt heads with Lena and teach girls unconventional lessons that the older woman would never teach them; lessons that Xanthe would then teach MC in a few exclusive scenes once she finds out that Antony intends to give her as a gift.

We could’ve had angry, vengeful Xanthe who would still call us a fool knowing we plan to make good on killing Caesar and who would subtly stir unrest amongst her own patrons for the sake of taking vengeance on not just Caesar, but on Rome--for robbing her and other girls like her of their families, of their lives, of their personhood for the sake of building a utopia they never wanted to be a part of.

We could’ve had angry, vengeful Xanthe who still didn’t like us but respected us for having the courage to refute Rome at every step--for being able to grow up our own woman.

Instead, Xanthe remained vapid and useless, only meant to be the jealous and bitter rival who, in the grand scheme of things, did not really matter. Xanthe who was villainized at every step and Xanthe who we so boldly claimed we could’ve been friends with even though, at no point throughout the entire story, did we ever get an option to actually be nice to her.

But sure, we’ll let Madeleine have a redemption arc even though she spent all of The Royal Romance belittling us for being less wealthy than her, after she humiliated our closest friends, after she made us go pick up the wedding ring the man we loved was likely gonna slip onto her finger, and after she offered no apology to us for her past behavior whatsoever.

We’ll let Penelope just sweep the fact that she helped orchestrate a literal sexual assault on us so that we would be photographed in a compromising position and was absolutely rewarded for her efforts, a thing she did without a shred of guilt until after we put two and two together and confronted her about.

We’ll let Sebastian have a redemption arc after he literally stole money from the university he attended, money that could’ve helped pay for scholarships and other resources that different educational programs needed, which of course came before he tried to cut all scholarships that weren’t purely academic just to spite a few people he didn’t like, and of course again after he sabotaged the boiler in our house and could’ve seriously injured someone.

We’ll let Landry have a redemption arc after he gave the most superficial reasoning for why he decided to throw our friendship under the bus and did so by way of endangering actual patient lives by turning off our pager, taking our patients’ charts, and just flat out telling lies about us to the nurses which seriously damaged our ability to do our fucking job.

We’ll let all these people slide with the proper consideration to the plethora of conditions that give us a complex look at why they did what they did--Madeleine because she was byproduct of a loveless marriage and has never understood that people are driven by empathy rather than practicality, Penelope because she had anxiety and could never have survived in the court without a serious edge over her peers, Sebastian because he had a fucked up childhood, and Landry I guess because he’s not used to losing,

But we don’t have any room or sympathy in our hearts for the woman who was taken from her family as a child, sold into slavery, and forced to learn young how to shut her mouth and be pretty or else she’d be cast into destitution for the rest of her life? How sway?

#playchoices #choices #acor #a courtesan of rome #xanthe

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fathomintoxconstellations · 4 years

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{ROBERT SHEEHAN, MALE, HE/HIM )} have you seen FELIKS MOLOTOV around icaria? they are the 28 year old child of PERSEPHONE. they remind me of the ink stained skin, day old booze and a Cheshire grin. They’ve been on the island for 1 week.

basics:

Full Name: Feliks Alexei Petrova Molotov

Nicknames/Alias: Lex; Lexi; Casper; Tabby; Bonnie; Salem; Salem Mira; Vivian Ward; Henry Walton Jones Jr.; Beau N. Hurr; Dixie Rect; E. Normous; Flynnigan Rider; Eugene Fitzherbert; Orville Redenbacher III etc.

Parents: Nickolas Petrova & Persephone

Pets: Salem (Ghost cat that follows him around)

D.O.B.: February 12th, 1992

Age: 28

Profession: Employee at Phryne

Hometown: Moscow, Russia

Sexuality: Pansexual

Spoken Languages: English, Russian & Greek fluently (But, knows a handful of other phrases/bits and pieces from other languages)

Abilities: Botanical Communication (Can talk to plants), Toxikinesis (Can pull toxins/poisons out from plants), Energy Absorption (Can steal energy from things around him- specifically plants often draining them dry wherever he goes), Necromancy, Intangibility (Can phase through walls, doors etc.), Light Manipulation (including invisibility)

bio:

Tw: murder, abuse, violence, suicide

If you were to ask Feliks Moltov which word best described himself, there were only be one that would come to mind- expendable. Born a Petrova in Moscow, Russia, Feliks’ father Nickolas was the son of a notorious Mob boss in Russia. It was a life Nickolas didn’t want for himself or his future family. He spent most of his young adult life fleeing from the vile life his father had cultivated for their family. During his travels to escape his father’s villainy, Nickolas had met Persephone while she was traveling the mortal realm while her husband, Hades, was away. He was captivated by her beauty and charm, and once she told him of who she truly was, he knew that their love couldn’t last. Before Persephone departed from Nickolas’ life, she gifted him with the one thing he’d always truly wanted- a pair of twins.

Their father spent most of their childhood spoiling them. He gave them all he could offer. They were the apples of his eye and the greatest joy in his life. He’d taken a job at a local factory to support the family of two, refusing to his father’s blood money, and also surviving on the occasional gifts of Persephone. They didn’t live the most rich life, but a simple life, and they were happy and, yet, growing up, there were always whisperers from the other kids in the neighborhood about how Feliks was unlucky. Flowers, patches of grass, and even trees would begin to wilt whenever he was around. The old women from their neighborhood described it as a bad omen. Later, Feliks would discover that it was the start of his ‘gifts’, and yet, even now, he’d find the word omen to be more fitting.

When the twins were 13, their father developed lung cancer due to the unsafe work conditions of the factory. The illness enveloped him quickly, and within the year, he succumbed. Unfortunately for the twins, this now left them in the care of their grandfather Viktor Dimitri, and the newest member of the Dimitri crime family.

Viktor was obsessed with Violet. She was coming into powers and showing much more potential than Feliks ever could. The man hoped to use the two of them for the gain of his empire, only as Violet continued to exceed everyone of Viktor’s expectations, Feliks time and again became more and more of a failure. The only time his grandfather ever seemed to give him a compliment was when it came to his forgeries. But, even those were few and far between. Violet became Viktor’s loyal assassin, but despite all of the training and brainwashing, Feliks could never quite stick to his orders.

It should have been an easy hit. Get in, get out. Nothing to it. The sixteen year old had done similar assignments before, but this time was different because this time, as he entered the man’s apartment, he found himself face to face with a young girl. She couldn’t be more than a few years younger than him and yet her eyes were filled with innocence and fear. She was petrified at the sight of him. It was as if she saw a monster and not a boy and she was shaking. Feliks hadn’t been there for her. He had come for her father. But, as much as he tried, he couldn’t shake the shivering image of her wide eyes from his mind. And the more he thought about the girl whose father he was about to take away, the more he started picturing his own old man in the target’s place. He had the target pinned down, struggling under his grip. But, he hesitated. The toxin he had brought to finish the job fell out of his hand. The next thing he knew, the poison that was suppose to kill the man was being used on him. Without thinking, instinct took over and Feliks shoved the father off of him and finishing him off with a dagger. The last thing Feliks saw was the little girl’s wide haunting eyes as his vision began to blur.

It was a miracle that the toxic hadn’t managed to kill Feliks, but in Viktor’s mind, the damage that was done was so much worse. Feliks sight was severely damaged that day to the point where only his shadow and light perception remained. After that, Feliks was no longer a use to Viktor and was quickly tossed aside. Along with it, any future contact to his beloved sister.

With no more ties to his family, the sixteen year old boy was thrown into foster care, tossed around from family to family, with each one often more abusive and neglectful than the other. If you’d think turning eighteen would be a saving grace for Feliks though, think again. As a ‘legal adult’, Feliks was tossed out onto the streets. Between dumpster diving for his breakfast and mumbling to the spirts harassing him on a daily basis, the now homeless man returned to crime as a means to survive.

He started out with petty crime. The scrawny kid sold drugs, many of which he’d experiment with himself, and pick pocketed rich drunkards on their way out of the club- that was if he wasn’t convincing them to let him come home with them first. He had established quite the routine when Luka stumbled into his life. Luka was quick witted, charming and had mistaken Feliks for a prostitute which Feliks readily went along with. He was always a sucker for pretty eyes after all. They’d joke that Luka was the Richard Gere to his Pretty Women and began to see each other more and more until Luka became Feliks’ new routine.

Feliks had never had someone see any potential in him until that point. Between tangled sheets, Feliks would listen to Luka’s schemes. The man would go on and on about what they would be able to do if they used Feliks’ abilities to the fullest- what sort of life the two of them could make for themselves. Luka already had money. He didn’t need to do any of this and he sure as hell didn’t need a prostitute to sleep with every night, even a fake one. Luka was in it for the thrills and, for a guy who already had nothing, going along with it seemed like the best offer Feliks was going to get. So, the two of the went bigger. They became quite the pair; a modern day Bonnie and Clyde as they dabbled in forgeries and burglaries. Luka would get mad at Feliks for always pushing the boundaries- going by funny Aliases as if he was hoping they’d get caught and Feliks would calm Luka down before the pair would fall into bed together- sometimes just the two of them and sometimes with someone else. It was everything Feliks could have wanted. He felt free, he felt loved and he was finally finding himself having fun- something he hadn’t experienced since his dad was still alive. He had even saved up enough cash to get out if he wanted to. He could start tracking down his sister or make a life with Luka besides the hotel hopping they had been doing over the past few years. Only Luka had other plans.

It was the night after a heist. Feliks rolled over in bed with a splitting hangover ready to cuddle up against the man he was smitten with. Only Clyde had walked out on Bonnie vanishing into the night as swiftly as he had entered Feliks’ life.

Luka left Feliks with nothing. He whipped him clean leaving not even a penny to his partner’s name. Feliks was back at square one, having been tossed aside for what now felt like the hundredth time in his life. Everyone in his life at one point or another seemed to toss himself to the side like he was nothing, so that’s what Feliks deemed himself to be.

He began to thrive in the nothingness. He started going by the name of Salem Mira after the black cat he had as a child and the street he grew up on. Cliché, he knew. But, it felt right to him. Feliks sold every piece of himself that he could and, if he had any ounce of dignity left, you could have bet he would have sold that too. That was before he heard through the grapevine that Vi- his twin and his other half- had passed. The last thread of happy memories he had, of their dad and the two of them, slipped away just like that. The next six years for Feliks quickly became a blur as he found himself at the bottom of a bottle after a bottle. He quickly became addicted to everything- sex, drugs, pills etc. If there was an anonymous circle to sit in with free donuts and coffee he was there in a heartbeat. Any distraction he could find he took without second thought. He’s been in rehab more times than he could count and even tried to take his life a few times. And yet, if you asked him, he’d say he still didn’t manage to get that right.

When Persephone showed back up in his life, he was mess without much of a conscience. He hardly believed the woman when she spoke of a place where he would be safe and loved. But, he was in between beds and figured a place where he wasn’t running from the law could be nice, so he packed up what little belongings he had and said what the hell?

wanted connections:

Family:

Biological Sister: Ivy

Half-Siblings: Malik & Suki

Foster Siblings-

Make-Shift Family-

Work:

Customer/Regular at Phryne

Coworkers - Adrian, Rue

Boss - Ava

Friendships:

Best Male Friend-

Best Female Friend-

Someone Who Knew Him From His Life on the Streets-

Someone Who Knew Him in the Foster System-

Partner in Crime-

Role Model/Dysfunctional Role Model-

Someone who brings out the best in him-

Someone who brings out the worst in him-

Someone who attempts to spar/work out with him while he complains and cracks jokes-

Childhood Best Friend-

Family Friends/Someone who knew him back when he was working in the Mob-

Phone a Friend (Goes to/calls whenever they’re in trouble/vice a versa)-

Old Roommates-

Roommates-

Couch Surfer (Someone who used to let him crash on their couch from time to time)-

One Sided Friendship-

Weed Buds-

Karaoke Partners-

Frenemies (Act super nice, but actually don’t get along/like each other)-

Bickering Frenemies (Act like they hate each other, but really love the hell out of each other)-

Someone who takes him under their wing

Someone who he takes under his wing

Mom Friend -

Dad Friend-

Someone who brings out the more serious side of him-

A friend who is lying to him-

A friend who he is lying to-

Toxic Friendship-

Acquaintances (Have always been aware of the other person’s existence, but for some reason have never grown close)-

Stumbled upon each other in either an awkward or personal moment and now have trouble looking each other in the eyes-

Wingman (Someone he’s a wingman for)

Wingman/Wingwoman for Him

Fake friend-

Breakfast Club (Someone he met once when traveling. They opened up to each other and had a breakfast club-esque relationship for a day/weekend before they parted ways, only to see each other again now) -

Good Influence

Bad Influence

Someone who helps him gain more control of his abilities

Someone who he helps gain more control of their abilities

Play pranks on one another until someone gets in trouble/hurt

Serendipity (Someone who he consistently runs into again and again over the years; could be friends or acquaintances, but neither can deny, it’s weird that they keep on meeting like this)

Someone who he attempted to pickpocket once-

Relationships:

Exes who ended on good terms

Exes who ended on bad terms

First Time

Old Flame

Past one night stand

FWB -

Crush-

Ex Crush turned Friend-

Ex Crush turned Foe-

Exes who are now friends, but don’t ever talk about the fact that they dated-

Unrequited love-

First boyfriend-

First girlfriend-

Kindergarten couple-

The Clyde to his Bonnie who screwed him over in the end-

End-game: Kai

#icaria: intro #feliks bio

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prorevenge · 5 years

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The neighborhood remembers. The neighborhood punishes.

This is a story I've been sitting on for a few years now, and having discovered r/prorevenge a couple months ago, I decided it's finally time to let the world know what happened to a sociopath who dared to cross The Neighborhood.

To set the stage, I used to live in a big but not huge city, lets call it palmville. I lived near the corner of a dense suburb nestled between overstuffed apartment buildings, a river that smelled like diesel when at low tide, and two busy highways. I was a minority in this neighborhood and I caught a lot of heat for it, people didn't really like white people there, but enough of our neighbors were accepting of us that aside from a few disagreements between families and the beatings that came with them I didn't feel like I was in danger when leaving my home. It was a rough neighborhood, but it was my home, and it protected its own.

The Community Center was like a temple, and...lets call her A.M. was the priestess. In our neighborhood she was respected like a living deity, and her calm and understanding reflected her status. I never once saw her behave without a strong moral code.

And the final piece to set this stage, our former landlord. Short asian lady in all the stereotypical ways, kind and sweet. Our house was above my parent's pay grade and she knew it. She went out of her way to find house repair and maintenance jobs for tenants that were having money problems. She'd pay them by taking chunks out of their rent, often times a bit larger than how much the work they did was worth. Looking back, that was probably illegal, but that's irrelevant because she died. The circumstances surrounding her death were suspect, but none of the suspects play a part in this story so there's no need to go into detail on it.

Her sons, who wanted nothing to do with real-estate, took over the business. They couldn't make heads or tails of how she managed to float books with so much red in them and began dumping properties, ours was on that list. I harbor no ill-will towards them, and still wish them the best, but the guy who bought the house...enter the sociopath and today's victim.

This guy wasted no time in making our lives hell. His first action was to raise the rent. Apparently when the account changed hands, he was allowed to update the rent to modern pricing. We'd been there for several years and were paying below market even from the onset, so this was a huge blow by itself. The second blow came when he said that the rent had to be ready, in full, on the first of every month, no partial payments, no work to reduce it, no extensions. Full rent on the first of the month or an eviction notice on the second. This was hemorrhaging our savings, but we were surviving for the moment.

Meanwhile, A.M. had lobbied hard for the city to co-fund a revival project to renovate the entire aging suburb and she succeeded. One street at a time had conga lines of work trucks almost every day and people were getting old leaky pipes replaced, sinkholes in yards patched, fences repaired, paint renewed, it was an amazing thing, and an enticing thing for The Sociopath.

Being at the corner of the neighborhood, our house was on the last street on the list, and Sociopath wanted us out so he could relist the house after renovation. He never said this directly, but multiple conversations made his intent clear even for 10 year old me.

Random inspections, overhyping of minor problems with the house, even so far as trying to bring us up on completely false animal abuse charges because our cat was attacked by what we believe was a raccoon and he tried to claim we did it, yeah, because a vet can't figure out the difference between knife wounds and a mauling.

We read the writing on the wall and began preparations to move. We decided to move in with my oldest brother in a place I'll call banjoland. Most of us had moved except my other brother, who stayed behind because he still had a lot of social ties in Palmville and his new job meant if he cut corners, he could keep paying sociopath's inflated bills.

Well, despite his best efforts, he came up $20 short one month and sociopath jumped on it. he had 30 days. We made the 400 mile trip from Banjoland to Palmville to get the rest of our stuff and I can't say as I approved of my brother's living conditions, but I guess that's beside the point. The month passed rather uneventfully, I guess Sociopath figured he'd won so there was no need to burn the gas to drive out and gloat.

The neighborhood had learned what was going on and that was the first time I'd ever been back in that neighborhood where I didn't get a single callout, a single glare, a single racist remark. Everybody behaved reverently, it was kind of disturbing in all honesty, I guess people in lower incomes all know what eviction means and felt like I was having a bad enough time already.

Well, 20 days later he says it's time to leave. We still had a week left, but it didn't matter, we didn't have the money to try fighting it with a lawyer. A.M. descended from the heavens and bought us a couple extra days, but it was evident he really really wanted us out, possibly because the work trucks were now one street away.

The last time I ever saw the house I grew up in, workmen were throwing my childhood possessions into a large bin when we supposedly still had three days left to leave. Everything that follows is a collection of information I got through the grapevine and phone calls with people present at the events.

Immediately, Sociopath moved into the house himself. Why you may ask? People who owned the homes they were living in were getting the full cost of renovations comped by the city. He figured that by moving in himself, he'd be able to get this house he bought at liquidation price renovated for free and flip it.

A.M. was having none of it.

She explained to him that at the time the revival project was approved, that house was a rental lot, and they can't change the budget now. She then explained to him that the partial cost coverage that had been approved for the lot was in our name, not his, and he wasn't eligible for partial cost comping either.

He'd have to pay every penny himself, and since the entire neighborhood was getting a facelift, he was required to at least renovate the exterior, otherwise she'd see the house condemned as an eyesore or dilapidated or whatever the legal term is. He went really cheap on the renovations, basically put in new carpets and a coat of paint, this would later come to bite him in the ass.

He then began trying to sell the house in earnest. The neighborhood remembered what he'd done. There were vandalisms when nobody was there, and loud noises from the neighbors when people were there to look the house over, and anytime a prospective buyer asked around, they got the full stinkeye from anybody they talked to. They made sure he simply couldn't get that house sold at market value.

After three months of this, he lowered the listing price. Then a month later he lowered it again and finally got a bite. A.M. personally made sure he had to file every. single. piece. of paperwork before it changed hands. Every single part of the house had to be inspected thoroughly.

And that's when Karma herself caught up with him. In his hasty and cheap renovations, he'd somehow damaged the pipes.

Black. Mold.

A.M. remembered how he'd treated us and she decided to pay him back in kind. I never heard how exactly she pulled it off, but she managed to delay him getting the news about the black mold being discovered for several days, long enough that by time he did get the news he didn't have enough time left to try getting it cleaned or make a last ditch effort to save the house.

The house was condemned days later.

In their final act, A.M. and members of the neighborhood filed every single complaint and injunction they could and arranged for him to be compelled by the city to demolish the house immediately. A cost he had to pay out of his own pocket.

He tried to destroy a family and broke laws just to make some quick cash, and instead was left fighting a year long legal battle and ended up losing thousands.

The neighborhood remembers. The neighborhood punishes.

(source) story by (/u/TanyaSapien)

#prorevenge #by /u/TanyaSapien #pro revenge #revenge stories #pro revenge stories #pro #revenge #last10

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honeys-fiction · 5 years

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This was really fun to write! I’m always happy to write for the candy cane!

-Honey

Aladdin Shouto headcannons

-Life for Arabian royalty isn’t always comfort and luxury.

-For Shouto and his family, it was hell.

-His brutish father was as ruthless to his own subjects as his enemies, including his own wife and children.

-Especially his wife and children.

-From a young age he was forcibly molded into the heir his father always wanted, whether it be through physical beatings or psychological abuse, he received all.

-His poor mother was now forever locked away in a separate part of the lavish palace for causing the scar on his face due to a traumatic mental breakdown.

-His eldest brother had fled after a grievous injury sustained by their dear father, practically disappearing off the face of the earth.

-His older sister and brother estranged from both himself and their father for being below his standards.

-One day, it became too much Shouto.

-He wanted out.

-So he decided to follow his eldest brother’s lead and get the hell outta dodge.

-He left in the middle of the night, climbing from his bedroom balcony and slipping past the palace walls.

-He left with nothing but the ragged clothes he bought from one of his servants, wanting nothing more to denounce his place among the royal family. (and a chance to pay his poor servants a large some they desperately deserve.)

-He spent that night putting as much distance between him and his old home. He made his way to the deepest parts of the cities slums before crashing behind some crates left in a dusty alley way.

-The first few days are awful.

-He struggled to work out how to get himself provisions, a little miffed that he ended up having to steal from merchants more often than not, but he did what he could to survive. (he tried to only take from the rich and snobby.)

-He learned he had to move about frequently, never having a permanent home due to the hoards of city guards searching for their lost prince.

-Eventually he grew to appreciate not having much to his name, being some kind of city nomad. It was nice to be free to choose where and when he slept and trained.

-He became infamous among the poor for being a cloaked Robin Hood of sorts.

-He’d harass the guards, give what he took to the needy, helping the innocent escape unjust punishments.

-Over months of living on the street, he was satisfied.

-He loved his new life among the poorest of his people, finding more love and acceptance for those he met along the way than his own father. (the one he seems to hang around the most is an older black haired male covered in scars and eerily familiar eyes, and treats shouto as though he were a brother.)

-His father can never catch him. The years of training he spent under him were more than enough to predict his father’s plans.

-Occasionally, its is said the Queen will find a vase full of her favorite flowers, Always accompanied by a small trinket that are only sold on the furthest outskirts of the city. She has a feeling she knows who it is, and looks forward to every one. (and has started leaving food and water out for whoever it is, it’s always gone the next morning.

#bnha #bnha imagines #bnha headcannons #boku no my hero academia headcanons #my hero academia #my hero academia headcanons #boku no hero academia #shouto #shouto todoroki #todoroki shouto

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radioactive-synth · 5 years

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random oc fact: backstory edition

so a while ago i decided to rewrite Vaughn's backstory (Sole version) and remove the war time from it as it didnt fit him at all. so, there are some facts about his backstory: