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[poswiecenia-archive]

( 📜 ) COMING ACROSS KAVEH in such a state was not unusual or odd , as much as he hated to admit it. seeing a group of kaveh's . . sponsors ( less than before , how worrying . . but such a relief regardless ) leave the space that had been booked at least weeks in advance. swiping a keycard from one of the hostesses he swipes himself inside , taking note of everything in and out of place ; frowning at the food tossed all over the place. his nose scrunches in distaste 'fore his gaze finds kaveh himself , disheveled and unconscious ( so he hopes ).

REMOVING A CLEAN towel from a rack close to the front door he takes quiet steps toward the blonde , crouching down while avoiding actually kneeling onto the dirtied floor. this had been routine for him , always tracking kaveh down so that he can look after his . . nafasam as he knows his nafasam won't do it himself. his main sponsor couldn't be trusted --- he's just as cruel as those who hired kaveh out this evening.

ALHAITHAM EXHALES OUT through his nose as he carefully removed the collar around kaveh's neck via the keycard in hand , looking down at him as fingers , almost featherlight as they brushed against the brand 'pon his sun's neck. he'd never seen the sun in person but he'd read in books that it was warm and bright --- just like kaveh , even if he didn't know it.

FRINGE FALLS IN his face as he looks off to the side 'fore his gaze returns to kaveh himself , beginning to clean him up with the towel as his thumb carefully and gently brushes tears away from the blonde's cheeks. he wasn't personally perfect with make up but he did his utmost to fix it for him 'fore carefully peeling open his jacket to note the bruising that would be no doubt difficult later. ribs broken or bruised , he couldn't tell.

HOWEVER . .   

TEETH ARE REMOVING the cap to the medicine that he had on hand , one of his many sponsors made sure that he had what he needed ( ridiculous in his mind , all things considered --- he was disposable as much as he was important . . didn't matter how roughed up he got ; as long as he could sing , no ? ) in the way of amenities. turqouise eyes glance to the other as he stirs as he injects the substance into his body , knowing it would be uncomfortable for kaveh but the pros completely outweigh the cons and one of those alhaitham could handle.

HIS TONGUE WAS sharp whenever he got caught helping the blonde out -- growing tired of explaining himself over and over but perhaps it could get into his pretty little head this time.

( very unlikely. )

     ❛ RELAX & DON'T MOVE. your ribs are still tender.    ❜

@venstm gets this from alhaitham to kaveh ( alien stage ! )

[hopes-memorial]

She sighs softly as she looks down at the guy on the ground. Airi had clients that thought they were entitled to more than what was allowed before, but a stranger? That wasn't new but it was annoying, and on her day off, too?

"Honestly, men like you are the worst," she scolds as she kicks his side, a groan leaving him to show that he was, indeed alive. Hearing footsteps getting closer, she pauses a moment. "Don't worry, he's just a little beat up, but he'll live."

The bottle that she had smashed over his head laid shattered all over the ground, and the amount of blood covering his face and head was a little concerning, but it was nothing that couldn't be fixed... granted he got to a doctor.

[hopes-memorial]

"Ugh, what a creep... I'll add him to the blacklist..."

Airi is mumbling to herself as she rubs her wrist. Every so often, there were clients that tried to push her a little too far, asked a bit too much from the rental girlfriend. Wasn't it lame enough that they had to pay for a woman to give them the time of day? Wasn't it going a bit too far to think that any of it was real? A sigh leaves her as she sees the bruise forming.

"Great... just great. I'll have to explain this to my next client...."

[hopes-memorial]

There were a few times that Masao would smoke, and standing outside the hospital right now, he looked like he should be inside getting help rather than out here taking a slow drag off one of the smokes in the rarely opened pack. His hands were shaking as he brought it up to his mouth, and the split skin and blood that covered them along with the bruises on his face and blood on his messed up and torn clothes only spoke about a fight, even without the exact details needing to be known.

The florist pauses a moment as he blows out the smoke as he sees someone approach him. "Er... 'm allowed to do this here, right? Didn' se a sign 'round to say I can't." Despite the visible tremors that went through him, his voice was rather steady, almost casual despite the state he was in. "'ll move 'f it helps... 'less ya wanna join me."

[hopes-memorial]

@bullet-rebuttle continued from here (x)

Her eyes go dark as she watches Hayami’s expression. Oh, so that was the kind of person she had run into. A part of her wanted to laugh. It had been quite some time since Airi had done more than this in quite sometime, and without a way to definitely link them together… oh, it was perfect. 

“Gentleman is quite the word to call someone like this. I think scum is a much better term for this sort of lowlife.” 

There’s an angelic smile on Airi’s face as she giggles at the thought of him rotting. “Hm… scum like him doesn’t really deserve to live, don’t you think? But you don’t have to worry, alright?” Getting the knife out of her bag, she hums as she gets it ready. “Just close your eyes. I won’t let guys like this ever hurt a lovely woman like you or anyone else ever again…” 

Really, she was doing everyone a favor. Even if someone argued that he could have a wife and kids, she didn’t see how being somewhere with someone as dangerous as this was better than not having him. People could figure out finances, but having to rely on someone as disgusting as this? That wasn’t quite as easy, not nearly as easy as it was for her to lift the blade and drive it into his chest. 

[storyofwhoiam]

Spotify meme... Pick a prime number (3, 7, 19, 37, 47, 61, 79 or 89?)

SPOTIFY WRAPPED,  send me a number 1-100 Torn — Natalie Imbruglia | @shcftingpieces

Allie had thought that she'd found a momentary escape from the world. Things had never exactly been great, but it was fair to say that since Liz had been back in town, the guilt that Allie felt about what happened to her sister was only dragged further into the forefront of her consciousness. She took whatever opportunities she could to forget for a little while.

She'd met the guy in a bar when she'd already had more to drink that she should have. He was offering something stronger and rather more enticing though, and Allie had thought that he would at least hold up his end up the deal. She'd been wrong. She didn't know if he'd ever intended to, or if he'd been lying all along and simply been planning on taking what he wanted and leaving. She'd taken him back home and there hadn't been anything in the way of conversation after that point. Allie still wasn't sure how it'd all gone so sideways.

By the time that she heard the front door reopening — presumably either Kady or Franky — he was long gone and Allie's tears were drying. She heard footsteps and reached out with the intent of finding something to cover herself with. Having been lying naked on the floor of her room, there was nothing to hand but her now-torn shirt.

[dreamxmaker]

/// Am I the only one here whose slightly weirded out by the internet tumblr specifically getting all hot and bothered and saying some real weird shit about Morpheus in the cage?

Dude was imprisoned against his will after being forcibly stripped of all his belongings, from personally precious things right down to the shirt off his back - that really ain’t sexy, yo

Also, nudity in this context is supposed to denote vulnerability. From a very sex positive person: can we all just chill tf out for a sec?

[jessaryss]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Baldur's Gate, Baldur’s Gate 3 Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Astarion (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character(s), Astarion (Baldur's Gate)/Original Male Character(s) Characters: Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Lirella (OC), Reader OCs Additional Tags: Father-Daughter Relationship, questionable morality, Neutral Evil, Vampire Bites, Fluff and Angst, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Blood and Torture, One Shot Collection, Child Death, Animal Death, Late Night Writing, Work In Progress, My First Work in This Fandom, Post-Canon, Snuff Summary:

Now a vampire lord, Astarion may not be able to touch the sun anymore, but he does have something few other vampires do: a child. A born and bred vampire-lord under his control, more powerful than a spawn... but twice as aggravating. Is it his actual child? Some anomaly he plucked off the street? Who knows. But it's definitely come with its challenges, and he's hoping his new protege is worth the effort. If nothing else, his ego at least has a new partner in crime who worships everything he does.