#gloryhqs.event002

[cuspx]

all the gold and the guns, and the girls, all the boys, all the choices in the world || THE RESCUE

@simonmuhn

Big crowds?– not her thing. Missions? Important missions?? – she was new to. Working with supervillains?? – That's, where Cusp would have drawn the line, had it not been for two civilian lives at stake. She had dodged the rally altogether, knowing her safety was the most important, and still having her obligations to help the hero family at HQ. she’d never fully been on a mission of such caliber before rescuing Whist. she’d had doubts within herself throughout the entire time, and it brought her great pride within herself, her cause, and her newly built confidence, but it was hard to hold her head up high working next to the supervillain, Gwisin.

she’d never heard of him before, and she couldn’t tell if that were a good thing or bad thing.  she had no knowledge of any of his dealings, any past crimes, or his intent upon meeting, but Silver Knight instructed that none of that was relevant to the current mission. the amount of faith to be put in their leader was a tall glass to order at any milkshake shop.

introductions were not at all lengthy, he seemed like he was definitely a cut and dry fellow, short, not so sweet, and to the damn point, which wasn’t a surprising attitude at all to have while on such an important mission. though, a reassurance that he wouldn’t turn on her would have been a nice sentiment. any sort of manners would have been a nice sentiment, as, listen, buddy pal, she wasn’t grand with working with the enemies either. 

something still rubbed her the wrong way about the man– mostly knowing that he supported the syndicate and was a loyal member. her heart pounding with her back against the cold slate wall she thought it best to try and defend her lack of movement. “They seem to have switched up patrol rounds. Last time they worked in pairs every so often, though I’m sure with the new captives–”

But she was cut off by his impatient demeanor. “Okay, well… sure it’s obvious there’s no one down this hallway. I guess, it’s clear to roam...” she should have known it’d be slightly difficult to assert her lead down to the rooms. “You should still, be careful” the whispers in her voice bounced lightly against the walls.

[sshibalx]

––––– HE BASKS IN FILTH [ ▶] ; A-SIDES ft.

implied violence

impulsivity

shallow emotions

manipulative behavior

psychopathic tendencies

lack of remorse or guilt

grandiose sense of self worth

lack of empathy

superficial charm

language –  he had nice things because he wasn’t afraid to fall into darkness

Cook and a cleaner and masseuse 좆도 아니지 뭐 rap 음악, 베끼고 씌우고 되치면 Bitch I got nothing but hate, ay Bitch I got nothing but taste, ay Bitch 그리 급해도 그 인생은 길고 영광은 짧겠지 All you gotta do is shut your motherfuckin mouth 왜냐면 이래봬도 난 다 겪은 듯해 These bitches out of mind No I speak it like no other, yeah Speak it like I did my time 만세 후 엮인 님같이 아주 다른 나라 말에 1같이 Cause I be down for some nasty shit

Cook and a cleaner and masseuse It's not a fucking thing, rap music, Bitch I got nothing but hate, moon Bitch I got nothing but taste, month Bitch. Even if it's fast, his life will be long and his glory short. All you gotta do is shut your motherfuckin mouth 'Cause I've been through all of this. These bitches out of mind No I speak it like no other, yeah I did my time Like a long time ago, Cause I'm down for some nasty shit

paranoid – the traces of paranoia would threaten to create a fissure in the mind

별이 보일 때쯤 나는 눈을 감았네 머리까지 이불을 덮어 내가 잘 안 보이게 누군가 내 삶을 뺏아가도 모르기에 거릴 걸을 때는 뒤를 돌아 버릇돼 매일이 난 너무 두려워 누가 날 죽일 수도 When open my eyes 어떤 것도 안 보이는 걸 지금 시간에도 누가 날 겨누고 있어 알지 안 일어날 걸 하지만 아무도 몰라

I closed my eyes when the stars were visible. I cover my head to the head so I can not see. I do not know if someone took my life When you walk, you'll be spoiled behind your back. Every day I'm so afraid Someone might kill me When open my eyes Someone's pointing at me right now. I do not know.

born hater – before love, there would always be hate

와우, 여길 좀 봐 겁쟁이들은 알아서들 도망가 No doubt, 보고 있나? 내가 꼬우면 너네들도 하든가 어, 꼭꼭 숨어라 니 머 머 머리카락 보일라 어딜 넘봐? 스케일이 달라, 여긴 motherfuckin' do or die 후하하하

Wow, look at this place. The cowards are running away. No doubt, are you watching? If you don’t like me, hide carefully. I can see you, how dare you underestimate me Different scales, this is motherfuckin 'do or die

xibal – he was born stubborn, there would be no changing that

시발 아직 가지마 욕해서 미안 내 말은 아직 떠나지말란 뜻이야 아니 아니 시발 아직 아니잖아 또 욕해서 미안해 나는 변하지않았단 뜻이야

Fuck Don’t go yet I'm sorry for cursing What I mean is do not leave me yet. No, no, fuck, I told you, not yet. I'm sorry for cursing again. It just means I won’t change.

then – happiness; blood splattered walls and a lifeless body

나는 별난 놈 이렇게 더 그렇게 더더더 뛰어 사실은 다 행복은 돈이 벌어 벌어 벌어 버는 만큼 세금은 더 떼어 떼어 떼어 아까워마, 커지는 골격 적을 사랑한다는 걸 자랑한단 걸 미워하는 것도 사실 다 사랑한단 걸

I’m an eccentric fellow I’m running on so much more. Actually, happiness is earned by earning money As much as you ear, you take away more taxes Don’t worry, a growing skeleton. I’m proud to say I love my enemy I mean, I actually love everything I hate.

here come the regrets – because you can’t feel sorry for blackout rage

Where was I? what did I do? Who with? When did I get here and why? Man, I'm clueless Regrets? I got a few Thousand I blame the city Blame the view The music's too damn loud and Look around, look inside and out back Smile at the world, get a frown back Is it me?

tony montana – he loves himself more than his family and friends

난 기도해 남의 실패를 바라지 않기로 해 내 가족과 fan 그리고 team 최우선에 그래 돈 벌자 내 원대한 야망은 좀 높아 The world is yours 이제 전세계가 god damn 내 손안에

Hey gentleman Wait a minute 넌 내가 망하길 기도하지

I pray I do not want anybody to fail. My family, fans and team are top priority Yeah. My ambition is high. The world is yours Now the world is in my hands god damn Hey gentleman Wait a minute You pray that I will perish.

NO THANXXX – because the heaven and hell don’t matter to him

Don't, don't worry 'bout me 오지랖 떨지 말고 신경 꺼 온 세상이 날 등져도 I don't give a fuck God is watchin' over me 나 죽을 일 없어 내 걱정은 세상에서 제일 쓸데없는 짓 부정적인 shit, man I ain't got time Middle finger to the Devil, stop fuckin' up my vibe!

Stop butting in, just forget about it. Even if the whole world’s turned its back on me, I don’t give a fuck. God is watchin’ over me I’m never gonna die. Worrying about me is a pointless thing to do. Negative shit, man, I ain’t got time. Middle finger to the Devil stop fuckin’ up my vibe!

aquarium – because there is beauty in aquariums

세상은 유리 벽 넘어 aquarium 아름답지만 가지 못하지 저 뒤엔 그저 폰에 담아 푸른빛 aquarium 우린 아직 멀어 저기 저 aquarium

There’s a world beyond the glass walls of this aquarium and even though it’s beautiful I can’t leave just put on the phone’s blue light–aquarium we are still far away from that aquarium

[prettyamanita]

Episode 002: “We’re Running Out of Time For a Happy Ending” | @oblame

                                      “If you’re reading this, I’ve been compromised.” 

Sprawled over the wooden floorboards was an assortment of weapons ranging from the cacophony of guns spilling out of a black luggage bag to a seemingly endless collection of throwing knives, several half-rolled blueprints, open folders packed with reports and information on the Sector for Humanity, and most importantly: Dot. 

                     “Trainwreck: you know where all my hiding places are. Grab whatever                                                     you need to keep yourself occupied until I get back."

The mountain of crumpled Kleenex, stained beige and black from make-up, rapidly grew in height as she sobbed. She laid on her stomach, cheek pressed against wooden flooring she’d just finessed schematics out of. This was his stupid home. This was his stupid home with enough evidence against him for the police to have a field day with. This was his stupid home with the stolen paintings and the really, really shitty painting he tried to make himself last time he was on an art kick. And there was cartons of Hood Milk in the fridge and a red recording light on the DVR for a show he’d wanted to see and a heaping pile of laundry he never finished doing. And the more that Dot gazed around the apartment, the harder she cried.

                 “You’ll know you’ve found everything when it looks like a potpourri of crime.”

Long, black tresses of hair coiled around the sides of her face, slicked to her skin by her own tears. She couldn’t stop re-reading the note over and over again. She couldn’t stop re-reading Gilbert’s note. 

                                               “Catch you on the flip side. - Gil”

Dot took a quivering breath and lifted her head. “That’s all he wrote,” she squeaked. “What if this was the last note he’d ever leave me? Wouldn’t he want to say something more heartfelt?” But in her heart, she had a feeling that reading something mushy from Gilbert of all people would feel too final. “He’s such a jerk,” she said. “What are we going to do, Jude? In his notebooks he says their security systems are impossible to crack, even for him. What if they’re hurting him?”

She flipped the note over, as though she hoped more words would magically appear. “He acts like he doesn’t care,” said Dot. “You know, being sarcastic and saying stupid stuff all the time. And maybe you don’t know this yet, but he’s just a big softie deep down. And he’s all I have.”

[sshibalx]

A Spoonful of Rot Helps the Truth Serum Go Down || THE EXPERIMENT ROOM.

@thegillionaire

being captured is a load of bullshit. taken prisoner sucks ass. asking for his sister was FUCKING JUSTIFIED as he KNEW she was somewhere close. talking back to SHITTY guards was natural to him. additionally questioning authority wasn’t strange for him given the FUCKWIT SHACKLES. the CURRENT torture was obviously the result of his SHIT BEHAVIOR. HE GOT THAT MUCH. But if they’d just let him see his GOD DAMN sister, he’d stop. 

and YEAH, torturing others, Han had to agree was fucking FUN. and while, he’d only dabbled in a bit in the masochistic tendencies ONCE before with a vampire feeding on his neck, he’d never, ever hated being tied down more. he hadn’t gritted his teeth any harder and you’d think he hadn’t ever wished death upon anyone before with a set of eyes sending daggers into that dove’s mask as he was reeled into the same damn room as one half of TEAM CROCKET. 

han noticed the voice almost instantly, and it seemed as if GIL had been talking for a while now. muttering his grievances that intense stare down he held with the dove was INSTANTLY replaced with a set of pleading eyes. 

“No. Nonononono. NO. FUCK NO. TAKE ME BACK. CUT ME UP.  FINISH YOUR EXPERIMENTS. TAKE ME BACK TO THE OTHER ROOM. ”

any attempts at thrashing about were obstructed by the restraints on the chair. the dove to his right--the one who’d reeled him in, finished setting the IV into the inside of his elbow, patted down Han’s hair, and continued on his way.

“DON’T LEAVE ME WITH THE CLOWN.”

he was soon realizing the cell with the two civilians was far better than this one.  “Don’t tell me this is my new cell. Please don’t tell me this is our new cell. I’m sorry for fighting back. I’m sorry for admitting to killing everyone. I’ve never said sorry before in my life. I SWEAR.” he whined a very distraught whine as he took his first full breath from his cries.  “I SAID I’M SORRY. TAKE ME BACK. This can’t be my punishment. I TAKE TORTURE OVER GILBERT. PLEASE”

he tossed a quick look over to Gilbert  “Do you think they can hear me?” the obvious exhaustion of the day and shock of his wounds finally settling into his system. 

[sshibalx]

sooner or later God'll cut you down || THE CELLMATE INTRODUCTION.

@xbvmbi & @kcmorcbi

there were two other civilians already in the cell as he was dragged in. two of which he’d never had the pleasure of meeting, nor would he have met if this wasn’t a current situation. processing was the absolute worst experience in his entire life— thus far. boy did he not know about the big storm a coming.  

he could remember so many hands subduing his thrashing as the image of his sister faded out of his consciousness. he remembered calling out her name— though she hadn’t time to process it was his voice. he remembered seeing a guard grab her by her wrist and it was enough to strike a charge in his steps, but he was too late.

they took his personal belongings. they took his name. they took his fingerprints. they took his clothing and replaced it with a rather cheap looking prison suit. they took his glasses. but the one thing they shouldn’t have taken was his sister. she was innocent— he’d told them. she wasn’t a part of the syndicate. she wasn’t a hero. she was a civilian— an innocent bystander— she was at the wrong place at the wrong fucking time. he lied for her. she hadn’t any superpowers, no. he was the one with the stupid abilities. he could control filth. he could kill a person by infecting their wounds and increase decomposition at extremely fast rates, and if he were making it out alive they’d see it first hand. they didn’t have to ask twice. he was the bad guy. just. let. her. go.

he’d take the blame. this wouldn’t be Mexico, again.

he was shoved into the cell by the scruff on his neck, a power negation collar snug just below his chin and an already busted lip from the disrespectful words that flew out of his mouth the moment hands were placed on him. and boy did they not stop.

“THIS ISN’T MY SISTER’S CELL. I SAID I WANTED TO SEE MY SISTER.”

even as he entered the cell, the worries of her well-being plagued his mind. she was the only importance.  and yes, he was speaking to the doves, obviously, however, there were only two other people near him to hear his complaints. in his frustration he offered an off-balanced kick to the barred door of the cell.  soon after others followed. he could kick the door down, right?