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bakerstreet2023-05-10 06:02 am
dreamlocket) wrote in bakerstreet2023-05-10 06:02 am
Dead dove. Do not eat.
DYSFUNCTIONAL
Fluff's boring. Overdone. Forget that, let's play ships that affect everyone involved for the worse, not better.
How to Play
- Comment with your character's name, canon, info, and any preferences you find relevant.
- Reply to others.
- Respect boundaries, even when the internet barbies aren't.
01. YOU WOULDN'T WANT ME TO HAVE TO HURT YOU TOO... The object of your love/lust is resisting your advances, so it's time to take what you want.
02. JEALOUSY. It's jealousy to the extreme. You're going to make damn sure your lover knows how you feel about them seeing other people.
03. INCEST IS BEST. You know it's wrong, all kinds of sinful, but you can't resist the draw. If characters aren't related, then they are now! Or at least it feels very close to incest anyway.
04. YOU'RE NEVER GONNA GET FAR. You love that person so much, you've made sure they can't get away - by physically tying them down or by some other emotional or mental means.
05. I'LL MAKE YOU HURT. You've set it up to make sure your lover catches you cheating or doing something else hurtful just for that reason. You want to make them suffer.
06. CHAINS AND WHIPS EXCITE ME. You're both taking sex to extremes.
07. BROKEN. Your lover has utterly broken you and you need them to know.
08. SECRECY. You're embarrassed by your lover, utterly embarrassed. If they weren't useful in some way (even if it's just in bed!), you wouldn't even be with them.
09. YOU'RE MY LAST CHOICE. You don't really love the person you're with, but they're all you could snatch up and it's no secret to either of you.
10. FORCED TOGETHER. You don' love each other, but you have no choice but to be together due to outside influences. Alternatively, you've been captured and are now being forced to make a sex video even if you don't want to.
11. WATCH HOW I DO IT. You were just forced to watch your lover have sex with someone else (willingly or not) or beaten and now you've got to deal with the aftermath.
12. IF YOU ONLY KNEW. You're not who your lover thinks or you've got a lot of deep dark secrets that, if they only knew, they'd hate you forever.
13. NOT WHO I WAS. Maybe your lover was replaced with a pod person or they're under brainwash or something, but you know they're not who they were.
14. LOVE POTION XXX. You couldn't resist it anymore. You needed your lover, so you've drugged them into loving and wanting you too.
15. THREATS. This person isn't with you willingly. They're only putting up with you because you've threatened them into doing so.
16. FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT.
17. NOT GOING TO SAVE YOU. Your lover is on the brink and you're just going to watch them fall. You don't care anymore.
18. HATE YOU. You need your lover to know how exactly much you hate them. You can't even touch them without your skin crawling.
19. BETRAYAL. You've betrayed your lover in some huge way and you don't care that they've found out.
20.YOUR CHOICE. choose or combine any of the choices on here or make up your own!
Renly Baratheon | Game of Thrones | M/M
mantis | mcu | ota
Robert | Renfield
tahani al-jamil | the good place | ota
Claire Bennet ∞ NBC's Heroes ∞ OTA
darcy lewis • mcu • ota
sharon carter | mcu
jang hanseok | vincenzo | 20+
hanseok is capable of deep attachment and affection, but tends to be very obsessive about it, dysfunctionally needy, and very jealous and possessive. he'll behave himself if he knows that acting out will drive the person in question away, but otherwise his anger tends to be sudden and explosive. he's very drawn to other violent, calculating people, people he can see parts of himself in.
here for mutually obsessive villain-on-villain shipping, or normie partners starting to gradually realize how deep the wormhole of his dysfunction runs. maybe normie Objects of Fixation whom he decides he simply must have no matter what. really into the idea of writing him trying to maintain a normal relationship so his partner doesn't just take their toys and go home, and struggling with it, too. he spent all of his adult life except for the past 2 years studying undergrad and then law in america, so assorted flings with americans or other people coming in from abroad are an easy in, especially considering that most of his sex life was probably semianonymous one night stands or using people for sex. he's also really, really into knife/gun/bloodplay, so do with that what you will.
not interested in incest, outright relationship abuse, noncon/dubcon (beyond deceiving people into thinking he cares about them for sex), or playing him against idol/musician/model faceclaims. if you have questions feel free to ask! i have a mighty need to write fucked up ship/smut stuff with this absolute freak of a man. he's 30 at his canonpoint but i'm down to write him at any point from 18 onwards. ]
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knives | trigun stampede
Becca MacDonald ~ OC ~ OTA
Essek Thelyss | Critical Role | M/M
the darkling ☾ grishaverse
as discussed! hopefully this works.
His father had assured him that he was being sent to the Little Palace and General Kirigan as part of a 'great honor', but Huaisang couldn't help but feel like it was because he was a failure. His own abilities were weak, and he had little interest in training them to be any stronger, but his capability as an amplifier has been shown to be impressive enough. He liked being able to boost his brother's abilities. He had wanted to stay with his brother, safe within the protection of his powerful family. With them, he was forgettable. Never good enough to meet his father's standards, but he got by just fine being the disappointing youngest son. No one expected anything of him.
He'd been a fool to think that he could be useless forever. His father didn't endure useless things, and if Huaisang couldn't be made into the steel-wielding son that he wanted, then he would instead be traded for something of better value. They'd sent him to the Little Palace, though Huaisang still wasn't sure whether it was for stricter training or as a sacrifice.
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The marble floor, adorned with a stylized eclipse dominating the space between the tables, echoed with footsteps as the newcomers entered the chamber. Their newest "recruit", so to speak, was escorted by the Darkling's closest, Heartrenders Ivan and Fedyor, the former stern and unamused, but the latter softer, with amiable good grace. Both, however, halted just shy of the floor mosaic, and Feydor dared clear his throat, but it was Ivan who spoke.
"--as ordered, Sir."
The tall man in the black kefta slowly turned, hard dark eyes immediately fixating on the Shu Durast in the purple, taking instant measure with just that small glance. Ah, yes. The young scion of the Nie. A weak Grisha, but supposedly a living Amplifier. An Amplifier, by all the Saints. Whispers had already circulated through the Little Palace, even as they did the council chamber at the present moment. The heads of the orders murmured to each other, soft running commentary floating into the air.
"Quiet."
The entire chamber fell silent. As if dropped into a fathomless abyss.
Ivan and Fedyor immediately snapped to attention, because their commander took three slow steps forward, his intense gaze still riveted on the Durast between them. The sun gleamed through the transparent stone of the chamber roof, but a Shadow whispered in the air, dimming the bright brilliance.
Stepping nearer another pace, the Darkling paused, brow furrowing just the slightest as he examined his new addition. "...and just who are you, then?"
No one else dared answer. The question had been asked of only one, and the Starless Saint was waiting expectantly for a response.
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So he refocused all his attention onto the man approaching him, the fine cloth of his kefta, the straightness of his posture.
Eyes not yet daring to rise above the Darkling's chest, Huaisang cupped his hands and bowed as low as he politely could with the Darkling standing in front of him. "QingheNie Clan, Nie Huaisang," he said, voice surprisingly low for such a short and soft-cheeked young man as he was. He lifted his dark brown eyes, hands still cupped in front of him. Timid though he felt, he remained curious about General Kirigan. His eyes widened a little to find that he was so young, and very handsome. "General Nie, my father, sends his respects," Huaisang continued, words resonant and certain despite the slight quiver in his hands.
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"Ah. Indeed." Kirigan made a small gesture, just a sweep of two fingers from side to side, and a whoosh of darkness coated the entire chamber, settling the metal and no doubt skyrocketing the gathered blood pressure to apoplexy heights. "That will do, Durast Huaisang," he told the newcomer once the Shadow faded and the light dared creep through the transparent glass once more.
"Please, return your father my respects, in turn. Our patrons were fast allies, and Ravka thanks Shu Han for all assistance offered in its greatest times of need."
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He blinked a little at the return of respects, hoping it wasn't a dismissal. As uncertain as he was about being here, being sent home in shame would be far worse. Hopefully he could just return those respects in a letter. Huaisang loved his brother, but he feared his father.
His emotions were a swirl now, fear and wonder blending with a fledgling infatuation and an innate desire to please. He'd created a problem from his nerves and the Darkling had had to fix it, which couldn't possibly be what he wanted from a potential asset. "I'm sorry--did I fail?"
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Fedyor, behind the Shu, gave his commander a peculiar look, to which Kirigan nodded. With his master's approval, the Heartrender placed a light hand on Huaisang's shoulder and advised, "Calm down. You won't be sent back in disgrace. Calm down."
Hopefully the boy wasn't so worked up as to require a heavier touch. That would be irritating.
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And he could try to remember that courtesy was one of the things he was good at. "Thank you, sir. General. I'm grateful for the opportunity."
He was terrified that he would end up being sent home in disgrace sooner or later, but for now he could try to be well-mannered.
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Because if this Shu nobleman was a true Amplifier, then life in the Little Palace was definitely about to become more interesting. And the boy's very life would hinge upon his ability to provide something of worth to the Darkling, since Bones Held Power, and it was survival of the fittest, among those Grisha who possessed the same abilities.
Kirigan moved back to his desk, taking his seat with easy, elegant grace, then waved a dismissive hand. "You are dismissed, Durast Huaisang. Davin?" The Heartrenders stepped back and away as the third Grisha in the purple kefta approached, gesturing towards the council room doors.
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He wasn't sure if he was going to manage to get any sleep, too hyped up with excitement and nerves, but he was determined not to disappoint his new master.
.....wow that got away from me, lol
The subject of such was under heavy debate when Davin delivered their newest Durast to the General's office right after breakfast, as ordered. Kirigan stood at his map, both hands flat atop the large table, scowling down at a small placeholder near the scar that represented the Fold.
Ivan and Fedyor stood nearby, Ivan clearly protesting whatever order he'd been given just moments before the Durasts entered the office.
"I do not care, Ivan," the Darkling snapped, leveling his second in command with a withering look, raising only his eyes, not his head. "I want that patrol found."
To his credit, Ivan didn't flinch, but he did come to a sharper attention, giving his commander a formal nod. "I understand, sir, but the region is severely unstable. To send more after those would be--"
Without warning, Kirigan's hands slammed down atop the table, and the entire room dimmed, Shadow seething over the lamplights. "You have your orders, Heartrender!" It was absolutely a violent command, given like a snake about to strike. Ivan took an involuntarily step back. "And I will not repeat them again. Those are my Grisha out in the field, and I will have them back, alive or dead!"
The Shadow seethed, writhed, then slowly drew back, its master still fuming, dark eyes dangerous. Ivan, chastised, snapped a salute, turned on a heel, and hurried out of the office, Fedyor close behind. Davin, a little nonplussed, waited a good three minutes before daring to clear his throat.
Kirigan had moved away from the large map, still thoroughly irked, but the work went on. He stood near his desk, hands now clasped behind his back, gazing unseeing through the large window at the meditation garden just outside. "Yes, Davin," was all he said.
"Durast Huaisang, as ordered, sir." He motioned the boy forward a step.
"Thank you. You are dismissed."
Davin gave Huaisang a reassuring nod, then exited, closing the heavy double doors behind him.
love it!
There was a paper fan in his hand, an affectation that he hadn't had out and visible the day before. The edges of it were wrought exquisitely in steel, fine detail-work shaped into waves and bird-wings, and the paper was painted with a detailed landscape. He held it in front of himself, but it didn't move--his hands weren't shaking this time, nor was anything in his vicinity.
At General Kirigan's burst of temper, Huaisang brought the fan up to his face, the delicate paper hiding the tip of his nose as he peeked over it like it was a shield. His head ducked a little, but his spine otherwise stayed straight and he didn't take a step back.
His fan lowered again as the lights returned to normal, though his expression remained wary. His eyes flicked around the room, taking it all in. A patrol near the Fold, specifically. In the fold? More Grisha to fetch the sunk cost Grisha that were missing.
He did balk a tiny bit as Davin gestured him forward, taking just half a step forward and then staying put in that spot. The general had turned his back again, which seemed to be something of a habit for him. Huaisang's father would never turn his back to a door or a potential threat like that. Huaisang wondered about the strategy behind General Kirigan doing it.
His fan stirred lightly in his hand as his mind worked, slow enough to be soundless. He waited, unhurried, for the general's attention to return to him, eyes flicking around the room to take more of it in, but then returning to the marker on the map. What was the patrol looking for, in or near the fold like that? Huaisang hadn't been paying much attention to the details of this Ravkan Civil War, but perhaps he should change that now that it had become immediately relevant to his own survival.
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A moment later, Kirigan turned, black kefta whispering with sibilant grace. He lowered himself into his desk chair, leaned back comfortably, crossing his knees and lacing his fingers together over his stomach. Giving his newest "recruit" his undivided attention - a terrifying thing, really - the Grisha General quietly appraised and catalogued, more than a little curious.
"So," he finally said, tone dark in the hushed silence, "why have you come to the Little Palace?" The true reason, politics aside.
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He wasn't used to anyone paying attention to him. If they did, it was usually only with annoyance that he wasn't meeting the standards that were expected of him. They saw the shape of what he wasn't rather than the shape of what he actually was.
"Why my father sent me?" Huaisang clarified, since he doubted that General Kirigan was asking after Huaisang's own thoughts on the matter. Huaisang wasn't politically important. He was only a pawn.
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"That, and the real reason you are here." Dark brows lowered and his mouth thinned to a tight, granite line. "And kindly do not waste my time stuttering, or fiddling with that infernal fan." His fingers twitched briefly, as if he wanted to yank the plaything from the Durast and shred it against the far wall.
"You are Grisha," Kirigan stated coldly. "And a living Amplifier." That alone should have seen him assassinated on the road to Os Alta. "If you are to be of use to me," and every Grisha under this roof and in this country were, in some form, "then I highly suggest you cease hiding behind your family's skirts and prove your worth." Now his fingers tensed, knuckles slowly turning white.
"Because," and there was silky smooth danger in his voice, now, "your bones are really all I require from you at this moment."
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The real reason he was here. It was probably true that Huaisang could have found a way around his father's reasons for sending him here. He had before. His father had his reasons, but Huaisang had made a choice. For so long, he'd gotten the things he wanted by being forgettable. Perhaps, in the Little Palace, in front of this general, Huaisang would get the things he wanted by becoming something else.
"So it's true that other amplifiers don't have control over it?" Huaisang asked, lifting his head. He remained tense, but his wariness had shifted to take on a different form. If the power of an amplifier was in their bones, perhaps he'd be all the more powerful as a dead relic. But he wasn't ready to believe that and he wasn't planning to find out.
"My father knows that I'm something unusual, but I don't fit the role he wants to shape me into. All I can do is make my brother stronger." Huaisang could feel himself starting to quiver, so he shut his fan to keep it from trembling. "I'm a failure at being what he wants me to be. But I want to know, if I no longer have to fail at meeting his very specific expectations, what else can I be?"
Rising to his feet, Huaisang let his fan drop onto his chair and took a couple of steps forward toward the general. He pushed his sleeves up, remembering the feeling of the darkness sinking into the room around them with the flares of Kirigan's temper. "Can you do something small but sustained so that I can feel how your power flows? I can feel everyone, but I've only ever gotten to work with my brother's power." Also, Huaisang thought, they should probably start small because if he amplified one of Kirigan's temper flares they might end up with another of these Folds.
yin han ( new york memoirs )