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yan-twst · 4 years

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Omg i loveee your Yandere headcanons! May i request some general yandere relationship headcanons for the Vice dorm leaders? Sfw and nsfw for the 3rd year ones(Trey , Lilia and Rook)? ✧\(>o

warning: general yandere content, nsfw under cut (contains dubcon [although it’s not heavily implied nor explored, and it’s never stated that consent was not given, it’s still uh... yan nsfw so it is what it is], mentions of drugs)

trey clover

already written! can be found here: [link]

ruggie bucchi

ruggie is greedy with his darling

it’s just, he rarely gets to have things for himself- he’s so used to having to scrounge up scraps, to hand-me-downs, that finally having something (or someone) that’s entirely his just... drives him a bit nuts

if his darling is weak and docile, ruggie will take on a more dominating role, but if they’re more feisty and confident, ruggie can also be incredibly desperate and almost... meek? male hyenas are naturally submissive in nature; if his darling can activate that natural instinct in him, he’ll melt like putty in their hands

hyenas will break even the bones for sustenance; ruggie has no trouble getting his hands dirty if it’s for his darling, and that’s part of what makes him so terrifying. violence? underhanded methods? please, that’s child’s play for a slum cat like him, really

despite usually being quite careful with his money, ruggie will dote and try to spoil his darling as much as he can. he sees this as the ultimate form of affection- money is hard to come by, so spending it on gifts for his darling... well, that’s gotta be the most romantic thing, right?

as much as he likes to play rough from time to time, he’s also a sucker for spending quiet moments with his darling, especially when he’s tired after work. if his darling acts nice, he’ll be sweet as sugar (with some teasing here and there, of course); make him angry, and they better be ready to have a “little accident” that may leave them bedridden for a few weeks...

jade leech

people are usually less scared of jade than they are of floyd- which really isn’t of much use. jade is equally, if not more sadistic than his twin; he just hides it better. and that’s dangerous

sure, he might not be azul and can’t trick his darling into signing their freedom and life away, but he can still keep them where he wants them. pressing their deepest fears and insecurities out of them isn’t a struggle- and he knows just how to use that info to his favour

jade will be very careful on how he approaches the ordeal of breaking his darling into being perfectly docile and calm at his side. he’ll get them to associate pain and coldness with the outside, and he’ll mark himself as comfort, warmth, everything good.

this isn’t to say he won’t be rough. far from it, really. jade may act like a gentleman, but it’s absolutely clear he finds entertainment in punishing his darling

and yet, he’s there to comfort them the second it’s over: oh, poor thing, they’re crying... did it hurt? oh, it must have, hm? would they like a cold compress? he’d hate for their skin to bruise... perhaps some balms? there, he’ll run a warm bath for them- let him escort them to the bathroom. they wouldn’t be thinking of trying to run away after this, would they?

even if his darling is dead-set on trying to escape and hating him, this is something that he will win no matter what. the mind can be bent and manipulated: and over time, his darling will realize (to their horror), that anxiety begins to build when jade’s away, that they only feel truly safe in his arms...

jamil viper

jamil’s whole life has been giving. give the asim family his services, give his parents the assurance he’d do as he was asked, give kalim the spotlight, give, give, give. so when jamil can finally take, he makes sure that what he wants is truly his

with his unique magic, it’s really no hassle to just take his darling and lock them up wherever with no hassle, but... that’s almost too easy. he knows best that the most satisfying results come after hard work

jamil revels in earning his darling’s trust. oh, so naive, to befriend him so easily. don’t they find it suspicious how he’s usually so abrasive to other people, but so nice to them? do they really think everyone who approaches them has good intentions?

getting close to his darling also means separating them from others. he has no qualms in using his magic to stir up conflict- how weird, that all of his darling’s friends suddenly had a big fallout that nobody can seem to find the cause of, huh? well, at least he’s still there, right? he’s their only real friend it seems!

he’s fantasized about kalim’s betrayed and crushed face for years when he finally revealed his hatred- of course, that was... a bit ruined, since he overblotted and all. but it’s equally as delicious to see his darling’s horrified and betrayed face once he shows his true colors, once they can’t run away

jamil has no issue in keeping his darling under snake’s whisper for long periods of time. he’s incredibly talented, after all. however, he won’t keep it on always: he does want them to stop trying to escape even when they aren’t under his spell

his ultimate goal is for his darling to obey his every word without him even needing his spell. he does love them, after all: it just feels all that more genuine to receive a kiss from someone not being controlled by magic (even if they’re being driven by fear of punishment)

rook hunt

rook adores romance. he’s read poems about great men falling from their power because of their hearts, of longings so desperate the poets feel like they might really die of yearning- and to finally feel that himself... it’s so intoxicating, really. he understands now, how greedily the heart aches for the one it wants

he’ll take his sweet time. observing, watching his darling from a distance. rook sees beauty in boring, everyday things- his darling’s bedhead, the way they snuggle into pillows at night, how they twirl a pen in their hand when studying, the way they fold their clothes... he watches it all, and falls into obsession a bit more every time

rook might come off as a bit overwhelming at first, when he does approach his darling. he... seems to have very little shame and a lot of interest, but it’s charming, at first. he likes to snatch his darling away on romantic lunches, leaving them poems in their desk: it’s romantic at first. others see it as a very sweet move in rook’s part, even if it freaks his darling out quite a bit just... how much he seems to know about them

it isn’t surprising to anyone, but rook enjoys a good chase. when his darling is finally freaked out enough to try avoiding him and somehow he keeps showing up, when not even locking the doors seems to be enough, when they’re running and crying through a dark forest in some vague hopes of losing him, rook feels more alive than ever

he’ll keep his darling by his side, but he doesn’t mind letting them slip from time to time just to hunt them down. he sees it as fun, even if he might get angry if it’s a bit too much of a common occurrence. he loves his petit lapin, but they better not test him too much, hm?

lilia vanrouge

he’ll be quite playful at first, popping out from the ceiling upside down to scare his darling, telling them stories about baby silver and whatnot. but he’ll also make sure to make himself a reliable figure, someone they can turn to for advice and help

he’s so fun and looks so cute, his darling won’t even realize how he’s sneakily working behind the scenes. slowly isolated from their friends, being fed “advice” that simply drives them into his territory- lilia exells at doing all of this without his beloved even realizing he’s up to something

he’s patient- he’s lived for so long, charming his darling over months is absolutely nothing. before they’ve realized, their only companions are lilia and his trusted diasomnia members; and by then, it’s too late. lilia can snatch them up and do as he pleases: his dorm members might even aid him if he asks

he’s got a sadistic streak, so he’ll purposefully egg his darling to do things he’ll punish them for. lilia will let his darling think he missed locking the door, or accidentally left a weapon laying around- but of course it wasn’t an accident, and now he gets to punish them

at the same time, he’s got an oddly nurturing side to him. he can’t help but see his darling as a weak and adorable thing, compared to him: he’ll coo over them and hold them close, insisting on helping them with simple things. he’ll also try to force them into a parental role on his little makeshift family- but of course, they don’t get any of the responsibilities that come with it... it feels like playing house, almost: a horrible, painful game of house that never ends

NSFW (under cut)

trey clover

he isn’t very forceful, really. trey’s libido isn’t low by any means, but it’s not like, ridiculously high anyways. still, he has no trouble just jerking himself off right next to his darling in bed; well, if they don’t want to help, then they’ll have to watch.

still, he isn’t above slipping aphrodisiacs into food. it’s not even hard- doodle suit can cover up any bitter medicinal tastes, and he gets to have his darling melt into his touch and beg for him. yup, he adores that

he’s in charge, always. despite not really needing restraints or punishment to have his darling indulge him- really, he’s got them so... trained that his words are enough, he’s still very much so into tying them up

trey will degrade his darling when he’s in a bad mood and also horny. it’s a shocking change of pace: usually he’s all sweets and love, and then he’s growling into their ear how much of a whore they are, look, their body is basically trained to react to his touch, don’t they have any shame?

he might not be pushy when it comes to this sort of intimacy, something not all yanderes share, but that doesn’t mean he’s not rough when he does get to fuck his darling. he enjoys leaving marks all over them- also being marked up, too.

trey will make his darling beg. he knows damn well that this relationship isn’t normal, but fuck it, he can almost believe his darling is with him of their own accord when they beg for him to just please fuck them please, please- he doesn’t particularly mind it’s probably their mind turned to mush after hours of edging, or the aphrodisiac he put into their cookies

rook hunt

for all his creepy stalking and his obsession with his darling, sex with a very obsessed and protective rook is usually... romantic. soft, even. he’ll light candles and be gentle- romance, love... it’s almost like a scene taken right out of a cheesy adult romance novel. it’s romantic and thoughtful enough his darling can truly forget, for a second, he’s essentially their captor

well, it’s that way... for the most part

rile him up enough and he’ll snap. he cares for romance, yes, but do you know what he also cares for? fucking his darling in whatever piece of furniture because he’s at the end of his patience and they’re just so tempting

he’ll mess with love potions and aphrodisiacs, or any other spell he comes across with, but it’s not that common. he prefers to make his darling writhe under him without those things- it feels more like an achievement. feels more like love

it may seem uncharacteristic of a pomefiore student, but he’ll demand to have love bites or scratches left on him. he won’t even ask to cover his darling in hickeys. he sees it as part of the “natural beauty” he covets so much, evidence of love, affection... obsession

if he’s chasing down his darling, all that adrenaline will go straight to his cock once he’s finally caught them. he doesn’t particularly care it’s the middle of a dark forest- he really might just tear his darling’s clothes apart and take them right then, the adrenaline and rush from the chase driving him on

lilia vanrouge

yandere lilia nsfw headcanons were written already, can be found here: [link]

#yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #trey clover #ruggie bucchi #jade leech #rook hunt #lilia vanrouge #yandere #drugs ment #Anonymous

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quiltwork · 4 years

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But to go on a weird tangent; That voices book reminds me a whole lot of internal family systems therapy.. WHICH REMINDS ME OF MY (Old??) PARTS I HAD when I was a kid/teen. That I OFTEN ASSOCIATE WITH KINS BECAUSE THAT IS THE BEST WAY I’VE FOUND TO DESCRIBE/SHOW THEM OFF, OKAY??! Don’t make this weird...

So going off of the book’s categorization of voices and the roles of internal families, I’ve summarized my parts to be:

The Queen Bee, Manager. Full of Pride and Self-Justification. Brandy Harrington from Brandy and Mr. Whiskers. This part covers up “weaknesses” of being autistic, learning disabled, domestic violence, emotional neglect, multiple family member abandonment, and child on child sexual abuse. She represents that 11 year old me who tried so hard to fit in and emulate her abusers. All she wanted was to be affirmed, valued and validated.

Same with the other “Queen” Manager lol. Another part full of Pride. This one specifically I held onto at 13 because I just could not get any real discussion going with my mom on why I questioned my sexuality, and I just felt super invalidated so I rebelled as a form of “self care”. The difference between the Queens is one wants to fit in, the other wants to stand out but still be the Best That Ever Was, hahaha. They cover up all the same so-called weaknesses still (ZIM covers up grooming abuse as well), and really just need to both know they’re valued by Jesus, so they can celebrate their strengths instead of using them as a shield.

And this is the final Queen, the Dream Queen Manager. Sawyer from Cats Don’t Dance. Basically the idealized working class woman who finds success eventually after hustling to the max. My teenage dream come true to finally reaching adulthood after the mess of childhood and coming out on Top Better than The Rest. A sort of weird euphoria fever dream of “I can’t wait for my life to start in college and career!” completely disregarding my mental health. Still needs to know she’s loved by God and it’s okay to be disabled, use her strengths instead for her community.

Foreign Exchange Boy, the Manager. Self doubt, self condemning, second guessing. Steven Universe. 15-16 year old victim wearing the disguise of a boy because she hates her body that much by now and wishes she were the opposite, a strong fat boy. This part literally ran on shame in a way that was running away from sexual traumas instead of facing them and accepting them (like all Managers do, basically). This voice reveals our human limitations. Through biblical self awareness, she can hold herself accountable as a girl without striving for the impossible. She can learn to love her body.

Good Girl Nice Girl and/or Runaway. Mihashi Ren. I see them as a mixture of both Manager and Firefighter. Normally people pleasing at the expense of herself, but ready to run somewhere else if things get out of control. This parts been around for as long as I can remember, since my preteens, actually. This part says it’s good to serve others and share in their happiness.

Being a good kid and meeting my peers’ expectations of a nice girl who would do anything so they wouldn’t leave, and that she could absorb their identities and self esteem. Jesus taught it was good to serve without expecting anything back. You typically won’t, anyway, with the way this part likes to go about it. When she runs, she can run to God’s rest in prayer like in times’ past. He doesn’t grow weary from work that He should want breaks from us.

The Revolutionary Manager. Dan from Dan Vs. From 16 to 17 as I was still trans, I was absolutely fed up with the world by this point that I snapped. Not that I haven’t before, many parts beg to differ... This voice Resents, Condemns and Controls Others to try to fix the broken world, so they in turn can fix themselves. Real petty stuff, but funny in a cartoon. The good thing this part means to say is it’s good to look out for your neighbor, esp if they’re on a harmful path. Jesus shows how He challenged others without forcing them to be like Him, but to forgive and trust their lives in the Father’s hands.

The Lovesick Love Interest Manager. Yuno Gasai. I didn’t know there was a character who could so accurately describe a part, and her show came out a year after this part took over, so there were no influences. At 14-15 years old, I developed love addiction for this girl and convinced her to date me so I could stave off suicidal thoughts from my emotional neglect and abandonment. She’d cheat, me being immature thinking she was too cowardly to tell them to leave her alone, I’d fight off boys at every turn.

Exalting myself to prove my worth, people pleasing her to keep her around and have an identity and self worth, and overcorrecting and fighting rivals to keep the relationship safe. All in the game of covering up the sexual abuse, grooming abuse and neglect which lead to this. Eventually when I lost her due to putting up boundaries after saying yes to too many things I didn’t truly agree to, this Manager slowly faded into the Revolutionary. Whoops. Jesus still sees and loves her in her weaknesses, she doesn’t have to earn His love because He stays anyway, and He doesn’t have favorites.

A Manager I don’t have a kin for. Mute was silent in public. Schools and everywhere else, she kept quiet to avoid ridicule and rejection. Exalts Others by fading into the background. Wishes she could make friends, but can’t out of fear. Assumes she’s in good standing and is noticed already for it, but is instead ignored or denied a personality. This voice says it’s good to listen more than quickly speak. God sees me and wants to be my friend. Nothing I do could surprise Him enough to give up on me.

We’re onto the Firefighters. This is Ghost. A couple times during toddler years, once during my preteens, Ghost’s dissociation was a mainstay at 13 onwards. Sometimes floating around causing chaos without realizing it, for me to come to and be horrified at the awkward consequences. Because of outside or inside stress, she zones out somewhere.

She held back traumatic memories with amnesia, as well. This response is a God given pain medication and sedative, but during inopportune times, we need to dance, stomp our feet, feel textures, notice colors and food tastes to wake up. Or remember something funny or lovely from nostalgia if emotionally numb, too.

The others I don’t have kins for. I can only describe them. Bingey feels the worlds out of control, so she overeats to calm down. I may not be able to control what the world does, but I am accountable to how much food I take in. I make our meals every 4 hours with snacks in-between. I’ve found I love cooking, and it’s okay to enjoy life’s pleasures in moderation. Daydream jumps on dissociation wagon by hanging out in the bedroom all day to go to another fantasy world. This voice shows us it’s okay to have dreams and be in awe of God’s creation. He has a hopeful future for us that we’ll love and we can worship Him for His work, instead of escaping into illusions and never going outside.

Itch is the unaware self harmer. Skin picking. Whenever stressed, here it comes. This voice reminds me that we need care. Like a toddler crying and tugging on our clothes for help and love. Gently redirect the Itch somewhere else to take care of the child underneath.

There’s Masochist. Self harmer who uses sex. Born out of shame, sexual traumas, family dynamics. Masochist loves to bully “weaknesses” like being too skinny, eating too much, having a female body, being a sexual object, being stupid. Feeds on rape fantasies by themselves or showing up to keep relationships safe when I don’t feel like being intimate with others. But in Jesus, I can love myself for my weight, sex, and disabilities because He does and He made me this way. He shows me I can be sexually pure in marriage with a godly man who loves me for me. If marriage is not destined, I’m still okay with God.

Finally, Student is the workaholic perfect kid to deflect attention away from obvious dysfunctional family dynamics, so nothing worse happens in foster homes. Born from domestic violence, school torture and seclusion, training and brainwashing beliefs of internalized ableism and masking, and the idea from family to never tell the truth about home life. There’s nothing wrong with working, but we can’t be perfect or hide everything forever. I can work for God and tell Him the truth without fear of tragedy.

#long post #of course there's the exiles #but I haven't read that far yet #that's enough for today #I'm exhausted #tbh??#can a person have THIS many parts and NOT have DID???#This concerns me..

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bobasheebaby · 5 years

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Sins of the Father- Crimson Rain chapter 13

Pairing: Bastien x Liza; Liam x Raven

Written for @badthingshappenbingo

Fandom: Choices (The Royal Romance Book)

Square filled: Blackmail

Word count: 2,205

Warnings: angst, threatening of a minor, blackmail

Summary: Liam learns a little more about his father’s involvement and comes to the conclusion of who he can and can’t trust.

A/N: @katurrade and @zaffrenotes kept pushing me to do a Mobster AU. Beta’d by my patient husband who is completely hooked.

A/N2: My emotions always jump off the page, Liam’s emotions in the first section are the most real and raw I’ve ever written, they are my actual feelings regarding news about my FIL’s killer, so it might really hurt. I could barely breathe while writing them or rereading them.

Series warnings: Mobster AU, there will be violence, and death. NSFW content to come. Possibly dark. If you ask to be tagged you acknowledge you are at least 18 years of age.

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Disclaimer: I own my OC’s, the rest I’m simply borrowing from PB for a bit.

Present day; Trenton, New Jersey:

Liam stared at the door Mara had just disappeared out of, hands clenched tightly into fists at his sides. While he wanted to react he knew he needed to try to keep some semblance of calm. He knew had Raven not been by his side in that moment he may have done something to hurt them both. He was stunned, anger rolling through his entire body. The last twenty years of his life had been a complete lie. People he had trusted had lied to him, betrayed him. His own father was behind his mothers attempted hit. His fist hit the wall with impressive force, the drywall giving way leaving a large gaping hole in its wake. Hot angry tears stung at the back of his eyes.

Liam wanted to yell, scream, cry, destroy the entire house with his bare hands, yet at the same time he felt completely defeated. He felt betrayed. Those around him misled him, who could he trust that his father had? Who would be able to lie to him and betray him easily without a single thought? Who had known and watched him blame the wrong man? Every action he had made in the name of retribution for his mother had been made based on falsehoods he had been fed. Would he even know the truth if he hadn’t had found his mother and Hope?

Hope, he had held the only remaining family at arms length, refusing to let her in based on who her father was because of facts he was led to believe. He was unsure if he could ever get past his feelings he had felt for the last twenty years. Sure what he believed was wrong, but with the truth widely exposed, things he hadn’t ever known come to light his emotions were still high and raw.

Liam didn’t know how if he ever could get past the things he learned. Would he ever be able to forgive Bastien, his actions were still at the root of what caused him to lose his mother. Would he ever be able to let Hope in knowing how she came to be? What else had his father lied to him about? Was anything he was told the truth, or had his entire life been a lie?

All feelings could wait. The most important thing was deciding what to do about Mara. Fuck! Things couldn’t be more complicated. How was he supposed to deal with the woman who made him lose his mother when she was the mother of the woman he loved?

Raven watched in stunned silence as the man she loved slowly started to spiral coming completely undone. She watched as years of training him to only show feelings such as rage slowly become forgotten. She knew he needed her, but in that moment she wasn’t sure how, or if she actually could help. Knowing that his years of pain and anguish from losing his mother was all because of her own had her worrying that he may no longer want anything to do with her.

Raven felt like her entire life was crumbling around her. She hated her mother more in than moment more than she’d ever hated anyone before. She couldn’t understand how she could so easily make the decisions that caused Liam so much pain. Why couldn’t she just help Emmaline? Why did she have to alert Constantine of Emmaline’s plans? Her heart ached knowing that the one to blame was her family. She knew she needed to be punished, Emmaline deserved to be avenged somehow. Could she stand by and watch her mother be punished by the only man to ever hold her heart? She felt as is if the fact that her mother was to blame for everything to befall Emmaline only complicated matters tenfold and she wasn’t sure if her relationship could survive.

Twenty years ago; Trenton, New Jersey Constantine:

It was clear Constantine had misjudged Bastien’s loyalty to him, something he should have realized given the intimate nature of Bastien’s relationship with Emmaline. Adulterous Bitch! After everything I did for her, everything I gave her! He felt like he had been taken for a fool, again. Never again. He would get it right this time.

The one thing Bastien taught him was not to underestimate those in his control, free will was a powerful thing even if it was a falsehood. He needed someone he could control to ensure that there would be no further issues going forward. Mara has given him the intel needed of her own volition, yet that was worrisome. It was clear to him that she was worried about her own gain, he needed to ensure that she wouldn’t betray him and warn Emmaline. He had one avenue he could explore, it was questionable, but no less than the hit against his own wife.

With his plan in place Constantine sat back, hands folded against his chest as he waited for Mara to arrive. A few moments later he heard a tentative tap at the door, a smug smile formed on his lips. This time nothing will be left to chance. “Come in.” He called out.

Mara stepped into the room visibly shaking, unsure of why the boss wanted to see her. “You wanted to see me Sir?” She asked her voice quaking.

“Yes, please take a seat.” He replied gesturing to the seats across from him.

Mara sat, clasping her hands in her lap. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out what he could want with her. Has Raven done something?

“So, I wanted to thank you for telling me about my wife’s plans.” He said drawing to his feet. He crossed to the bar cart pouring a few fingers of Scotch. “Drink?” He asked motioning with his hand.

“N-no thank you. What exactly did you want to see me about?”

“Ah yes, getting right down to business I see. I like that in an associate.” He said bringing his tumblr to his lips drawing a long sip of the smooth Scotch. “As I said I wanted to thank you for alerting me to Emmaline’s plans to leave.”

“O-of course. Is that all?” She replied drawing to stand.

“No of course not.” He responded once more sitting at his desk. “I understand you’ve been worried about your position here since your husband’s untimely death.”

“Yes sir.”

“And I would be correct to assume that you gave me the information about Emmaline to secure your position here?” He questioned, eyebrow raised, drink at lips.

“Y-yes Sir.”

“Very well.” He said, pursing his lips as if he were in thought. “Well, I can guarantee your position here for the foreseeable future—that is if you were willing to handle something for me.”

“A-anything.” She replied without hesitation.

“I need to ensure Emmaline won’t leave with Liam. Bastien was supposed to do the job but he refused, so now it’s yours. I need you to kill Emmaline.”

“W-What? No I can’t do that!” She exclaimed in shock. She couldn’t be the reason Liam felt the same pain her daughter did.

“Either you take care of Emmaline or you will never see Raven again, simple as that. Do you want to be a widow mourning the loss of her only child and her husband or do you want to ensure that you and Raven are taken care of?”

Mara’s eyes went wide. No, not Raven! “Fine. I’ll do it.” I’m sorry Liam, it’s for Raven, I can’t lose her.

“Very good. Let me know when it’s done.” He replied, his hand mentioned to the door. “You may leave now.” He sat back in his chair, sipping at his Scotch once more as he walked Mara hurriedly exit the room. At least there shall be no surprises this time…

Present day; Trenton, New Jersey:

Liam sat at his large oak desk, fingers drumming on the top, empty whisky glass in front of him. He was trying to sort through all he learned that day. He still couldn’t believe his father of all people had been behind his mothers hit, all because she wanted to take him away. Raven sat on the nearby couch, mindlessly scrolling through social media feeds; eyes flicking from one post to the next but registering none. She knew Liam was hurting, and she wouldn’t leave him alone, even if she was also struggling to process that her mother had been the one to enforce the hit. They both looked up when they heard a sharp knock at the door. Must be Drake. I’m sure he’s heard by now. “Come in.” Liam called out.

The door swung open, Madeline glider into the room. “Liam.” She said smiling widely. “I was hoping to have a word, alone.” Her eyes flicked to Raven. “Eh, close enough.” She smoothed down the back of her dress, sitting across from Liam.

“Madeline, I believe it’s proper to wait to be told to be seated.” Raven stated to platinum blonde woman.

Madeline flicked her wrist towards Raven, ignoring the comment. “So I hear the cat is out of the bag so to speak.” She said, smirk on her rouge painted lips. “Are sure you still want to marry her knowing what her family did to yours?”

Liam appraised Madeline, allowing her words to sink in. “You knew!”

Madeline laughed. “Of course I knew! I was meant to be by your side, to guide you! Why wouldn’t I know?” She laughed off the absurd thought. “But of course you had to go and mess up your part.”

“What are you talking about?” Liam growled, his jaw clenching.

“Bastien.” Madeline said, her face read of annoyance that she had to explain something so simple to him like he was a child. “You were meant to loathe him, hate him so much you would be driven to destroy him.” She tapped a perfectly manicured nail against her leg. “With me by your side you would have, but you had to go and break the engagement and ruin everything.” The last words spat from her mouth like something that tasted vile. “I tried to warn you, but you had to follow your heart like some simpleton.” A soft smile formed on her perfectly painted lips. “Now, can you stop playing this charade and you finally admit that you need me by your side?”

Liam felt his rage boil, growing hotter in his veins threatening to consume him. “You actually think I would choose to marry you, after you admit to trying to trick me?” He sat forward, planting his palms on his desk. “Madeline I never planned on marrying you, why do you think I came up with excuses for four years to postpone? You will never be by my side! And from this day forward you are no longer welcome in my home.” Liam all but growled, he was absolutely seething in anger. It was talking all of his willpower to not take matters into his own hands. He knew he needed to remain calm, she was trying to goad him and he could not allow her to win. He was angry and hurt, but with his father’s insistence that anything but anger and rage was weak he was able to contain the overwhelming pain he felt and learning how much he was being used and played by his own father.

Madeline’s smile faltered for a second. “Fine, have it your way.” Her emerald eyes shone with pride as she stood, her lips curved up into a sinister smile. “But just know without me you will never find your brother.” She said spinning on her heel, platinum blonde locks swaying behind her as she glided from the room feeling sure in herself that she had him where she wanted him.

Brother? And Mara said something about my father refusing to lose another child? His mind raced as he tried to wrap his head around the fact that he may actually have two siblings he never knew about.

“Liam, what did she mean by brother?” Raven questioned.

“I don’t know but I intend to find out.” Liam replied, running a hand over his tired face. All the new facts not only turned his life upside down, but punched all the energy out of him. He needed to learn more, find out more about this possible sibling he never heard of before. He felt in his gut it had to be true, why else would his father take such extreme measures to keep his mother from leaving? One thing he was positive of, Madeline was only saying what she thought would gain his favor and put her by his side.

He wouldn’t allow her to win, he didn’t need her. As much as it pained him there was one other person who may know the truth. As much as he’d grown to hate him, he was surprised that he trusted him more than those he’d already spoken to.

Liam was surprised that he was about to turn to the last person he ever thought he would for help. There was only one remaining question, would Bastien help him after his attempt on Liza?

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occhiolismatic · 6 years

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Mafia! Tony

An anon asked me about my thoughts and contributions to Mafia! Tony, sooo here we go, and he’s a long boy, which is why I decided to make this a post rather than an answer.

Hi, yes. I’ve seen all of the mafia au content going around, and I fuck with it mad hard. So I can most definitely see Tony as an east coast mafia leader with connections all across the nation, underground networks for weapons manufacturing, and certainly organized crime for profit off such artillery. He’s literally the godfather, the don, the OG when it comes to illegal activity; run ins with the law are nothing, and the Stark enterprise absolutely doesn’t back down from keeping men silent. More specifically, Tony doesn’t back down from keeping men silent. He’s worked too hard, put too much effort into the family to have it come crashing down, and, when he stumbles upon Peter, the innocent, young male whom of which accidentally winds up in the middle of a weapons exchange, that’s why he takes him in, makes him keep Tony’s little secret on the down low. Peter’s got nothing. He’s bullied in school, kicked to the curb like dust. He doesn’t have much to his name, and all of his relatives are missing or have assets in other parts of the world, all except for New York. Peter’s by himself, and one day he’s just not having the bullying anymore, so he stands up to the pinching, the hitting and spitting, the gum in his hair and all. He’s corned in the library bathroom after hours, probably out late to work on an assignment, but he’s also blocked by the four who constantly pester him, call him Penis Parker, flush his face and shove him around like a rag doll. Bruises scatter his body from last week’s beating, and after being kicked in the shin, he tumbles forward, throwing and landing a punch on the main bully.

After that, surely the guy would do the stereotypical palm touch over the lip to wipe off the newly drawn blood that spills. He’d be surprised by Peter’s newfound confidence, and then Peter would book it, run out of there, leave the building, his backpack half open and jacket flapping as he runs away. The bullies would follow after him, and Peter might look over his shoulder as he darts into traffic, the city lights overwhelming his eyes as they try to adjust to the dark, but his sneakers scuff on the pavement and he can’t run forever. Maybe he trips and crawls into an alleyway, perhaps he just rounds the corner, his back pressed against the brick wall or the other side of a trashcan and waits for the bullies to pass by. That or maybe the boys follow him into the alley and immediately scurry. They bolt out of there, and Peter thinks he did something right, that he scared them away or frightened them in some nonexistent astral plane, but he’s wrong. Peter doesn’t realize that he just so happened to have run into the wrong alley. Of course it happens to him, to Peter Parker of all people, that he walks right into the middle of a weapons exchange. So the boys leave, and Peter gathers his breath, legs heavy, and he goes to turn around, take the alley to the back just in case his tormentors are waiting for him on the sidewalk, and right as he opens his eyes, right after readjusting his backpack straps and mentally preparing himself to go home, that’s when he quite literally bumps into mafia boss Tony Stark.

His nose pats Tony’s suit jacket, all black of course, and he’s wearing sunglasses at night, y’know because it’s his brand, and Peter stumbles backwards, hands raised because holy fucking shit this is shady as fuck. He doesn’t know what’s happening, why there’s a really attractive man in expensive looking clothing standing in a rundown alleyway, not to mention he’s accompanied by a crew of at least 5 or 6 men, bulky and strong in build, all surrounding a decked out Escalade whose windows are tinted and trunk is open. In it, stacked on top of one another, are cases and cases of artillery, weapons, guns, bombs, anything you can image that can’t possibly be bought over the counter, it was there and could be sold under the market by Tony. So you know, Peter starts stammering, and he’s terrified.

“Uh-um-“ he says, smiling sheepishly, hand raising to scratch the back of his neck as he slowly backs away. He attempts to to go, but Tony snaps and a couple of his men move behind Peter, preventing the kid from leaving, stopping him from spilling any information about the exchange. And Tony just stares at him, shifting his weight and folding his arms across his chest. He chews on the insides of his mouth because damn, he can’t hurt a kid, but he also can’t let the boy leave. Yeah Tony utilizes violence and isn’t afraid of causing damage, taking lives or supplying others with the means to do so, but the boy is cute. Silence filling the atmosphere, head tilted to the side, Tony clicks his tongue before speaking, and when he does, Peter nearly flies from his skin: “You’re a pretty kid, and I’d really, really hate to bruise that fine face of yours.”

Peter sniffles and continues back tracking until one of Tony’s brutes lays a hand on his shoulder, forcing him forward, but of course Peter struggles and fights back, shrugging off the palm, kicking when another man comes for him as well, and Peter raises his voice all h-hey! get your hands off me, all the while Tony trails after him, taking strategic, slow steps with his hands buried in his pockets. So Peter’s freaking out because these men are holding him, and Tony doesn’t like the image, his crew handling the kid before him, and although it’s nice to watch the pretty boy scuffle, Tony cuts in, slapping the men off Peter, “That’s enough.”

Taking the boy’s face in his grip, pushing his cheeks in a little bit, Peter can’t deny that he’s slightly attracted to the older man, his scent, his cologne and physique, and at the same time, this man is the very man who, seconds ago, just referred to Peter as both pretty and fine. Peter probably pees himself a little when he is forced into eye contact, when Tony ducks his dark shades down just enough for Peter to catch a glimpse of his stern expression. Tony’s serious about this ordeal, about the business, and one kid isn’t about to tear it down by revealing any classified information to the public, to the police, the feds.

“I-I’m sorry- It just, I mean- I was just,” Peter points behind himself, leaning backwards away from Tony’s face, “It was an accident, I didn’t mean to-” and Tony absolutely wants to comment about how this kid isn’t the one they were waiting for, so obviously it was an accident, but he’s too captivated, enthralled by the markings and spots on Peter’s frail flesh, the product of physical bullying. He runs a thumb over the boy’s cheek, tongue protruding from his teeth, “You got a name, kid?” It’s unexpected. Peter swallows and nods uncontrollably, his arm absently grabbing onto Tony’s wrist. Now normally Tony wouldn’t let that slide, as evidenced by the jutting forward of his men at the sudden contact, but Tony shakes his head swiftly waves them off. “Well?” Tony demands, voice deep and raspy, waiting to know what to call the boy in his hands.

“I-I’m, I’m Peter.”

And after that Peter is almost positive he’s going to be killed or kidnapped, never to see the light of day again, but Tony does the unexpected and lets the boy go. It doesn’t take long for them to have another run in though, and this time it’s with the bullies. Tony’s prancing the streets during the day, out and about on daily business, mafia related or not, and at that point it’s Tony who runs into Peter, only this time in a crowd full of people with the bullies attacking Peter’s helpless body. And Tony’s not stupid, he knew the first time that this kid had been running from oppressors, so he just rolls up to the curb, steps out of the car, and the boys are intimidated. He’s not alone, but he also isn’t anticipating Peter at the middle of the brawl. Though pained, he doesn’t have to shoo the boys away because they run like pussies, and Peter lays curled on the pavement, arms over his head and hands over his face because shit man, he was just getting the worst beating of his life. Peter crawls forward, and, if he hadn’t been winded before, he certainly becomes speechless when he peers up at the man from the other day. He doesn’t know his name, but the look in his eyes and the men forming behind him scream that it’s the same man, and Tony just looks at him with the smallest soft spot for Peter’s angelic, little face. Giving him no choice, he just blurts out, “Let me help you.”

So Tony keeps the bullies away, and on multiple occasions Peter runs into the man. He still doesn’t know his name, until one day he cracks and asks. He asks what he does, why there were weapons, and more importantly, he asks for a name to call him by. Tony hesitates, because no pedestrian had ever been allowed to put two and two together, a name and a face with Tony’s, but he cracks and eventually says, “Stark, Tony Stark.”

AND. After that Peter starts pining after Tony. He thinks the man is the sexiest being in the world, and he wants to help him. He keeps his secret, promises not to tell anyone about his connections, and it gets to the point where Peter’s in such a low spot in his life that Tony brings the boy into the enterprise. He doesn’t have much power, and with his size he’s no crew member. He’s just an associate in the books, there in the administration in case Tony needs anything, and sometimes he’s the consigliere. Other times he dives into being an escort, well.. that’s the title he gives himself because it’s better than bootycall, but he’s only of use for Tony, available for him and him only, so Tony can call him up in the middle of the day or 3am on a school night, and Peter would come; he’d show up ready to emanate pleasure, to be a toy for Tony’s stressed out mind, a place for him to take out all his frustrations and anger. Yeah Tony would kill anyone if they even thought about placing a finger on his boy, but in bed he’d be so goddamn rough, he’d be the one tossing Peter like a rag dog, only he’d be doing it on his leaking cock, pounding the kid until he’s crying, until Tony’s sure someone else is listening, positive Peter belongs to Tony as his property. And Peter loves being owned, being a public possession of Tony’s. Tony is the only one who had ever called him by name, sexually or not, and that only adds to the feeling of being Tony Stark’s bitch.

Tony will come back from a night out in town, sit down in his go-to chair, and Peter will come out of no where, lay across his lap, straddle and give the older man a lap dance. He’ll grind down and out, run his hands along Tony’s chest and arms, and Tony will melt, kissing his boy’s neck and collarbones, groaning when Peter lowers himself onto his dick, touching the bulge building in his pants and breathlessly panting in Tony’s face. Peter would rub him down good, tease him just right, and then remove himself, get up and trot round the chair. There’d be a lot of tie and hair pulling, and don’t even think about the level of bdsm in this. Bondage? With Tony’s skillset would be so elegantly done. Peter would absolutely strip for Tony, ring a tie around his neck and pull him in close as the older man holds his tiny waist. Can I get Peter dropping low to the floor, wiggling his ass, taking his sweet time because he knows Tony loves to watch. Formal deals where the customer meets Tony in his office? And Peter sucks him off from under the desk, Tony forcing the kid’s head down when he senses hesitation stemming from nervousness. There would be a lot of skull fucking, steamy sex and rough kissing, but Tony actually cares for this boy. He would do anything to protect him, keep him safe from danger, and if Peter ever got hurt because of Tony’s name, he’d never forgive himself.

And when Peter asks his boss to get rid of a man bothering him, it’s almost hard to believe he’s the precious, bullied kid from the alleyway.

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #mcu #marvel #tony x peter #peter x tony #avengers #spiderman #ironman

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auroraxrp-blog1 · 7 years

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AURORA is pleased to introduce Choi Kiyeol known as Zephyr Choi, an Uncommon Half-Wendigo not affiliated because he is a Hunter. He is 26 years old. Currently working as Bartender at A Local Bar, he likes His Brother, Solitude, Food (Blood & Flesh), Plushies (specifically alpacasso), Taking long walks outside but is not very fond of Himself, Hunting, His Father, Being locked up in small spaces, Being yelled at. Wanna know more about him, make sure to pay a visit !!

–GENERAL

name: Choi Kiyeol

alias: Zephyr Choi (his hunting alias)

age: 26; appears 26

affiliated: yes or no

if yes, headquarter: N/A

years they have been part of AURORA: N/A

are they a mentor within the headquarter they belong to: N/A

race: Half-Breed Wendigo

race description: Wendigos originated from humans who grew enticed by human flesh and turned to cannibalism. These humans then began to mutate and become the creature we now know as Wendigos. A fed Wendigo can appear human which helps them lure in humans and other creatures to feed on. A Wendigo’s true form appears like an enlongated decaying human-like creature. They can easily stand over seven feet tall and their bodies are long and bony. Their eyes become white and their teeth become fangs. But Wendigo forms can vary; it has been reported that some Wendigos have horns, claws or even take on animalistic features. Full-blooded Wendigos are immortal (age-wise) as long as the continually feed off of the flesh and blood of other creatures. However, they can be killed and their biggest weakness is fire. Wendigos do not have supernatural powers per se, but they have superhuman physical properties. Full-blooded Wendigos are often found in colder climates so they are naturally resistant to cold and can have minor ice-based powers but their true power lies in their ability to hunt. They have enhanced senses and superhuman strength and speed. They also have healing abilities through consuming the flesh and blood of other creatures. Another power they have is the ability to make organic matter rot since they are associated with decay and famine.

occupation: Hunter & Bartender

unique features: Kiyeol was born with naturally white hair. In Partial Wendigo form his bones grow and his skin stretches so his body appears bigger and more bony (you can clearly see the outlines of his bones against his skin). But he human-sized, he cannot get as big as a full Wendigo. His eyes turn white and all of his teeth become razor sharp fangs. His nails grow and become small sharpened claws and his ears become slightly pointed. When in Wendigo form Kiyeol is often crouched over and walking on all fours.

class: Uncommon - Very Rare

–POWERS & WEAKNESSES:

main power: Partial Wendigo Physiology

magical abilities: Due to Kiyeol’s Wendigo blood he is able to take on some of the Wendigo’s abilities which has been proven useful for hunting. He has superhuman strength, speed and enhanced senses that are much stronger than a human’s but cannot compare to a full-blooded Wendigo. Kiyeol also has excellent nightvision which helps him with his hunts. He also has the ability to make organic matter rot and decay through biting them. Since Kiyeol is a partial Wendigo he mostly feeds off of other living creatures and can safely consume them which can be called a form of cannibalism. Kiyeol also has minor ice-based powers; he is completely immune to ice and cold and he can freeze things by touching them.

non-magical abilities: Weapon Proficiency (Knives): Due to his Hunter training, Kiyeol is proficient in fighting with various kinds of knives. Martial Arts: Kiyeol has been trained in various forms of hand-to-hand combat when weapons are not readily available.

weaknesses: He gets angry easily and when he loses his temper he turns into his partial Wendigo form and he cannot control himself. Kiyeol’s body is always sore and in pain because when he turns into his partial Wendigo form, his bones grow and stretch his skin.He cannot go any longer than two days without eating. The longer he is starved the more aggressive and uncontrollable he becomes. He also cannot control his hunger and must work very hard to remain in control of himself in the presence of blood. Despite his cold immunity and freezing touch, Kiyeol cannot actually manipulate ice itself. His freezing touch ability also takes up a lot of energy and causes him to feed more often. Kiyeol must take care of his body or else it will have the appearance that his body is rotting. In cold weather Kiyeol’s body appears pale and dead.

–PERSONALITY:

likes: His Brother, Solitude, Food (Blood & Flesh), Plushies (specifically alpacasso), Taking long walks outside

dislikes: Himself, Hunting, His Father, Being locked up in small spaces, Being yelled at

positive traits: Observant, Kind-Hearted, Empathic, Respectful

neutral traits: Obedient, Maternal, Private, Emotional

negative traits: Temperamental, Fearful, Confused, Insecure

mental state: Claustrophobia

personality description: At first glance Kiyeol is a kind, maternal figure who has a tendency to take care of other people, regardless of their race. He is always willing to listen to your troubles or help you out when you need it. In the regular world he is often known as the friendly bartender who is always lending you an ear. With Kiyeol, you can confide your secrets and now they will be well kept.

After scratching the surface you find the shell. Kiyeol was born and raised to be a hunter; to kill every supernatural being he sees. Now Kiyeol’s secret is that he doesn’t actually kill everything in sight, only those he deems a problem. Or those his father forces him to kill. To others who know him by his hunting alias, Zephyr, he is known as a ruthless killer who leaves nothing behind. Literally. For some reason the only thing left behind from his kills are his victim’s bones.

Behind the shell you can find the core. Kiyeol’s biggest fear is his father, and himself. If Kiyeol does not obey his father’s wishes, he knows his father would kill him without a moment’s hesitation. Kiyeol is terrified of himself because of his Wendigo heritage. When he is in the presence of blood he finds it very hard to control his hunger. When he changes into his half-Wendigo form the sweet, gentle Kiyeol you once knew is gone. He becomes a ruthless, violent monster crawling on all fours and devouring whatever creature he can get into his mouth. He loses control and becomes a beast until his hunger is satisfied or someone forcefully stops him. When he awakes from his Wendigo form Kiyeol becomes disgusted with his actions.

Thus, Kiyeol tends to isolate himself from others and will only interact with people if its for work or hunting purposes. Kiyeol is terrified that he will hurt others. Kiyeol is terrified of his capabilities. Kiyeol is terrified of himself.

–BIOGRAPHY:

place/realm of birth: Earth - Seoul, South Korea

date/era of birth: this century

if half-breed, parents: Mother - Human. Father - Wendigo

if water being, nature: N/A

biography description:

Trigger Warning: Blood, Cannibalism, Violence, Death, Familial Abuse

The Choi family is one of the most notorious hunting families in the supernatural world. Every creature has heard the name and would be well off fearing that name. Anyone who is born into the Choi Hunting Clan is expected to become an outstanding hunter that will not ruin the clan name. Anyone who is born into the Choi Hunting Clan will be feared. All hunters in the clan are given a hunting alias so they can keep their hunting lives and personal lives separate. With a separate alias it is easier for them to go undercover with certain hunting missions.

Kiyeol was unfortunate enough to be born under this clan.

The moment he was born everyone knew there was something off about him. No regular human is born with snow-white hair. Some people in his clan thought he was an evil omen because he was born on the fourth day of the fourth month. Those who are superstitious associate the number four with death. However, Kiyeol’s father who is the head of the Choi clan didn’t listen to their warnings and decided to train Kiyeol harder than his firstborn child. If Kiyeol proved his worth within the clan, people would begin to see him as a blessing rather than an omen.

He grew up alongside the others of his clan, learning the ways of being a hunter. However, his mother was strangely distant from him and didn’t like Kiyeol being near her. Since his mother was lacking in Kiyeol’s life, his older brother stepped up to the plate and became Kiyeol’s nurturing parental figure. Kiyeol became extremely attached to his older brother and idolized him. His father was strict in teaching him the ways of hunting. His father pushed him to the limits and Kiyeol often came home too exhausted for a child. But, his father saw potential in him. For some reason Kiyeol was faster, stronger and more adaptable than other kids his age. Hunting came naturally to him.

When a child in the clan makes their first kill, that’s when they are assigned their hunting name. Kiyeol was only eight years old when he made his first kill. To Kiyeol’s father this was a blessing. Most kids in the Choi clan don’t make their first kill until they are in their teenage years. Kiyeol’s father knew that he was destined to make a great hunter. However, the moment Kiyeol stood over the body of the one he killed, he was horrified. Kiyeol hated what he had done. Not only that but, he hated the hunger that came with the kill. Afterwards Kiyeol was assigned the name Zephyr Choi as his hunting alias.

Since he was still so young, he was still unable to hunt on his own. So, he was often partnered up with his older brother or father for hunting trips. That became his routine life. He would go to school like other human kids, attend training, hunt with his brother or father and return home. Quickly both his father and his older brother noticed how much Kiyeol despised hunting. If Kiyeol was with his older brother, his brother would do most of the work and simply not tell the clan about Kiyeol’s lack of participation. His father however, reprimanded him heavily for not wanting to kill other creatures. It got to the point where Kiyeol was coming home with more bruises on his body from his father rather than from hunting.

It wasn’t until Kiyeol turned sixteen that some of his powers began to show. His body had lost its warmth and colour so Kiyeol was pale and his skin was always freezing cold to the touch. Some people claimed that he even looked like a living corpse under the right weather conditions. But the cold never seemed to bother him. Even in the middle of winter he could walk around outside with no clothes on and not feel anything. But the biggest change he noticed was his hunger. Regular food wasn’t satisfying him and whenever he was in the presence of blood or raw meat his hunger grew insatiable. The only times his hunger was satisfied was when he would sneak to the kitchen in the middle of the night and pilfer through the fridge and freezer to eat meat raw. He managed to keep his changes a secret until he turned seventeen.

That’s when an event happened that would change his life forever.

Kiyeol and his older brother were off on a simple hunting trip. The managed to easily hunt the creature that they were after and like usual they were bringing the body back to the clan as proof of their successful hunt. But ever since the kill, Kiyeol changed. When he saw the blood of the creature his hunger grew stronger; he had never felt this much pain from hunger in his life. The two brothers were camping for the night since the trip back home was going to take awhile. Kiyeol couldn’t sleep because the scent of blood coming from the dead body was too enticing. Whilst his brother was asleep he took the body and began to devour it. It was the only thing that would satisfy his craving, nothing else was working. Once Kiyeol’s hunger was satisfied and he snapped out of his trance, he realized what he had done. He sat, crouched over the body and began to sob. He was terrified with what he was becoming. Why was he so enticed by blood and flesh? Why was this the only thing that was satisfying the hunger within him?

Kiyeol will never forget the look of horror on his older brother’s face when his brother saw him leaning over the half-eaten body with tears and blood dripping down his face and covering his hands.

“Brother… what’s wrong with me?”

Kiyeol’s brother did not turn him in that day and vowed to keep this a secret. But their relationship with each other immediately changed once Kiyeol’s brother realized he wasn’t human. Kiyeol hated the look of fear his brother always gave him. Kiyeol had lost his brother, his best friend, his loving parental figure. Their relationship was broken.

However, Kiyeol’s secret did not last very long.

Kiyeol was caught in the middle of a fight between his older brother and his father. He didn’t know what they were fighting about; he just happened to walk in at the wrong time. But, Kiyeol’s brother begged him not to leave and to witness his father’s actions and Kiyeol felt compelled to watch them fight. Kiyeol felt his anger slowly begin to rise the longer they fought and the minute he watched his father beginning to beat on his older brother; he lost it.

He felt his body beginning to change. His bones grew and his body became elongated. He teeth grew razor sharp and his eyes turned white. His father and brother didn’t realize he was changing until they heard his bones cracking and a low, deep growl escaping his throat. Kiyeol didn’t care what they thought of him. His target was his father and he only had one motive; to kill.

Kiyeol lunged after his father, trying to kill him. He couldn’t control what he was doing anymore. All he knew was that he had to protect his older brother. Kiyeol vaguely recalls hearing his brother screaming “don’t hurt him!!” However, Kiyeol couldn’t tell if his brother was trying to protect his father or Kiyeol. Through the combined efforts of his father and his brother they were able to stop Kiyeol and render him unconscious.

When Kiyeol awoke the next thing he knew he was being tied down in front of the entire clan and beside him, was his mother. Kiyeol was terrified and didn’t know what was going on but then he saw his father step up with his older brother at his side. His father then explained to the entire clan that Kiyeol wasn’t human and that he was a half-breed. A half-Wendigo child. He proceeded to explain to the clan that his mother was unfaithful and slept with a full-blooded Wendigo. She betrayed the clan by consorting with a supernatural creature. And as her punishment she was to be executed in front of the entire clan.

Kiyeol watched in horror as his mother was killed right beside him. But horror quickly changed to hunger as he watched the blood spilling from her body. His eyes turned white and another growl escaped his lips but he turned away from the body. He was doing everything in his power to stop himself from trying to devour his now dead mother. Instead he looked at his brother with pitiful eyes and he could tell his brother was conflicted. But Kiyeol began to resent him; how could his older brother do this to the family?He was preparing for his end to be next but to his surprise his father made the entire clan swear to never reveal to anyone about Kiyeol’s Wendigo blood. Instead, Kiyeol’s father convinced the clan that they could use Kiyeol’s Wendigo powers against other supernatural creatures and that he can become the most feared hunter in the Choi name. However, if Kiyeol strayed from the path of a hunter, any of the Choi members would be allowed to kill him without hesitation. If Kiyeol did not pledge his allegiance with the clan, he would be considered a creature to hunt and he would be killed. Out of fear, Kiyeol pledged that he would always put the clan first and he would become the best hunter.

Now, Kiyeol is twenty-six years old and he is a hunter who is being forced into the trade. Kiyeol’s biggest fears are death and what he is becoming. During hunts his father forces Kiyeol to change and attack and devour those he is hunting. And there is nothing Kiyeol hates more than himself. Kiyeol now works in the human world as a bartender in Seoul. This profession also helps him gain knowledge about the supernatural world and the creatures that inhabit it. As Kiyeol he is known as the bartender who is friendly with any creature. Kiyeol will not hunt supernatural creatures unless he deems its absolutely necessary. He does whatever he can to avoid hunting.

As Zephyr, he will go to any ends of the world to hunt down creatures and devour them. Zephyr Choi is a force that should be avoided and is known to be a ruthless hunter who leaves nothing but bones behind. He is an uncontrollable monster who will devour anything in sight.

This is what Kiyeol as become.

And he is terrified.

#mir #mblaq #krp ad #krpad #rp ad #au;follow

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