- HYPNOTIC -

Suddenly, the lights within flashed on. Everything around Jackkie was a pure, oppressive white save for a one-way window and a metal chair across from her. From darkness, the steps grew closer and stopped at the woman’s shoulder.

“Is that so, mon ami?” His sultry tone was that of amusement, “I certainly enjoy pushing my luck.”

The man stepped into view: a tall gentleman dressed all in white. The mask on his face was shaped into that of a bat, but the red accents clearly screamed White Fang.

“Forgive the lack of dinner arrangements. It’s against my nature to treat a woman this way. Though, I do have to set an example to my subordinates: Humans will not be allowed any quarter. I do hope you’ll forgive such roughness.”

He sat down and crossed one leg over the other.

“My name is Baron, Jackklen Viera. It’s a pleasure to meet one of my Alouette’s little charms,” he introduced, “Cooperate with me and you may return to her without incident.”

Her eyes closed at the sudden bright light and she rolled her head back once more, a groan slipping her lips as the man began to speak. The pain in her head grew, calming down awhile once she was a bit more adjusted to the light. 

Why did his voice sound so familiar? Not so much the voice itself but the way he spoke- why did it sound so much like Carmilla? Jackklen hadn’t come in contact with many people who spoke so proper, given she is a pirate, so meeting someone who did speak in such a refined manner definitely left a mark in her mind. She, ‘tsk’ed,’ slightly at his luck comment, lifting her head to finally get a better look at him. 

The girl had to hold herself back from rolling her eyes at the White Fang mask, and the temptation only grew as he continued to speak about his subordinates. Was this really happening? Someone had to have made a mistake in this kidnapping- Jackklen fought alongside Faunus more than Humans, was she really going to be threatened by Faunus people who she fought for? 

Then he introduced himself, which led her to raise a brow as he used her full name- leaving out the middle nickname. A short laugh left her and she tilted her head to the side, internally feeling bored with the situation. What show was he wanting to put on?

“If ye’ know m’name, ya’ mus’ know me rather well- ‘er ‘least heard’uh me. Cooperation is not on m’skill set, sir, t’at should ‘ave been clear by my choice of career. Not t’mention- y’er White Fang, anyone who ‘as t’e utmost pleasure of comin’ ‘cross you people ‘as ‘bout zero chance of gettin’ away wit’out incident.”

She responded, her nails absentmindedly still scratching at the ropes. Her mind thought over his words a moment more, focusing on, ‘Alouette.’

“..Alouette.. Lark, righ’? Las’ time I checked ‘m not a charm of a bird. I’m a pirate, if anyt’ing a bird would be one of my charms.”

Who was he talking about? Carmilla? Vanessa? Her head hurt too much to concentrate, she just wanted to ditch this place and find an icepack- probably a bottle of rum too. 

“Also, wha’ t’e ‘ell did ya’ hit m’head wit’? A fuckin’ mountain?”

"Perhaps that was a little fib I told the normal members of the White Fang. No, I run a special sector of the Fang. One loyal to me," he confessed, "I merely had one of my personal comrades procure you from the chaos. It wasn't hard at all. Again, you'll have to forgive them. Holding back isn't natural, it's what I taught them. It's what I've taught my Alouette as well. Though, with how things have passed, it seems she's much more... distracted."

His velvet voice held dissappointment with a hint of contempt before speaking evenly once more.

"Honestly, to spread yourselves so far from each other. It's a wonder how all of you live to see another day... Hm, I seem to have strayed from the topic. Where was I? Ah-- your cooperation, yes."

Baron clasped his hands together and rested it on his lap.

"I figured you would say that. All of you are so simple-minded that you would ignore danger staring straight at you," the sound of a human carrying a familiar melody slowly played at the back of Jackkie's mind.

"Luckily for you, I have good news and bad news. Good news is that you will leave here alive. I have no desire to garner any information from spare blood," Baron said candidly, "Unfortunately--"

Just then, the pirate felt a painful tug on one of her piercings and, without warning, it was immediately ripped out of place. Beside the woman was Baron himself. The man in the chair was but a mere illusion. The humming grew a bit louder but never drowned out the man's words.

She almost didn’t want to move- the soreness and fatigue just making her want to sleep more, but something pushed her to wake up. Blue and green hues tightly closed before opening to a squint, trying their best to clear the blurriness. What was going on? Where was she? More questions flooded her mind as well as panic, the slow pumping adrenaline coming faster and faster as she was realizing something was wrong. 

Her head jolted up, in which she immediately regretted and noted the pain on the side of her head. Did she have a concussion on top of not knowing where she was? Jackklen tilted her head back, trying to focus on a few thoughts that popped in her head. She was with the girls, the NYTE girls, battling another mission that was going downhill. They were clearing out White Fang from a village, they all got separated, and the pirate got cornered. That’s all she could remember. 

The brunette groaned, rolling her head from side to side to relieve some soreness and trying to attempt to assess her situation. She was tied up, tied up in ways that kept her from lifting a finger, all she could move was her head- the area around her was dry, so dry that it could be tasted which meant her aura was rendered useless. It wasn’t even hot enough for her to sweat, it was ridiculous how well they trapped her. She thought it was just simple White Fang members her and the girls were up against, it would seem they were all wrong. 

A single footstep caught her attention- it came from behind her, calling her attention and leading her to sit straight, state-esque even. It was silent aside from Jackkie’s uneven breathing and the slight scratching noise her nails made against the ropes. 

“I’ve been told it’s rude t’tie a lass up before buyin’ ‘er dinner.”

She stated, eyes narrowing slightly as she tried turning her head in the direction of the step. Another step was made, then another, each making the girl’s heart skip in fear. They were so slow, as if they were giving Jackklen a few moments to think over her life before she died. Eventually a tall figure came into the sliver of light that illuminated the room, causing the woman to dare and raise a brow.

"Is that so, mon ami?" His sultry tone was that of amusement, "I certainly enjoy pushing my luck."

The man stepped into view: a tall gentleman dressed all in white. The mask on his face was shaped into that of a bat, but the red accents clearly screamed White Fang.

"Forgive the lack of dinner arrangements. It's against my nature to treat a woman this way. Though, I do have to set an example to my subordinates: Humans will not be allowed any quarter. I do hope you'll forgive such roughness."

He sat down and crossed one leg over the other.

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There! I took the fucking shot! She’s dead! There’s blood everywhere!

Okay, Christ, fine, I’ll help you. But only ‘cause you’ve got nice tits.

Hey, (name)! (name)! This is awesome! You should totally join in! Seriously, there’s like 40 zombies in here! Just one shot in the head and they explode! Just like House of the Dead, only like, 100 times more awesome!

Oh, fuck the hell yes.

Sweet Black-fucking-Sabbath!

Oh, if it isn’t the Catholic Church! And what’s this? No Little Timmy glued to your crotch? Progress!

You done goofed.

…you Protestant fuck-bucket.

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Oh, I’m sorry, I like to dirty talk when someone’s sucking my dick.

It’s just that I’m so agitated, because this blond little shit just strolled into my room, destroyed my 70-inch plasma TV, and is trying to impress me like I’m his alcoholic father.

Ah, fuck it. Skull-fuckin’ for everybody!

I would do fucking anything right now to get out of this.

BITCH, I EAT PEOPLE!

Oh fuck, that’s an anti-tank rifle. OH FUCK, THAT’S AN ANTI-TANK RIFLE!

What are you gonna do? Call that one guy who can stop me? What was his name…Michael McDoesn'tExist?

Get that bitch a cannon! Bitches love cannons.

What’s wrong, demigod? Just grow back your legs! Summon up your demons! Hit me! Fight me! Give me a hug!

You know, they say TV makes you violent. But I’d say not having my TV is making me pretty fucking violent!

Shut up and take my money!

Nazis~!

Master! My breasts keep getting bigger!

Jesus wants a hug!

HEYKIDSWANNASEEADEADBODY!?!

Right this way, Group B! That’s right, right in front of everybody else; you’re eighty, you’re used to it! We’re going to look at art and paintings, which I believe are also art! I dunno! I’m Cockney, I’m uncultured!

That’s right. I’m going to FUCK the fear turkey!

HEY DANDY DICK! You missed.

The fuck is this? The fuck is that?! The fuck are THOSE?!

I HAVE A FEAR OF FLYING, COFFINS, AND TIGHT SPACES!

You cheeky dick-waffle!

Zis is my favorite kind of ship — laden with blood und seamen.

Chuh-chuh-chuh-CHECK YOUR PRIVILEGE!

Ah. The return of the “why” boner. With a vengeance.

By Jove, you fuckin’ header of a woman! You’re surrounded by fifty Nazi vampires, armed literally to the teeth, and what do you do?! You get out of your fuckin’ car, pull out your sword, cut off one of their heads, and yell “Come at me, you Kraut shits!” NO WONDER (name) wants to plow that virgin soil! I’M THINKING ABOUT GROWIN’ SOME FLOWERS MYSELF!

(thing) for days.

We were prepared for a full-on tactical assault. Instead, we got a volley of swastika-covered dipshits running dick-first into enemy territory.

“They break your heart, I break their face. Simple as that.”

“Trust me, I know people.”

“I SAID DON’T TOUCH ME!”

“I’m hugging you, shut up.”

“Oh my god are you hugging me?”

“Stop doing that it’s creepy.”

“YOU JUST LICKED ME! SHE JUST LICKED ME!!”

“I tolerate you.”

“See this is why we can’t have nice things.”

“Ok but look, sometimes he gets off in his own little world all alone where he doesn’t care about anyone else. You don’t wanna be like that. No one likes that person.”

“If you do that again I’m hitting you…”

“I’M TELLING MOM!”

“Get out of my head please.”

“W h a t are you wearing?”

“Is that my shirt? That’s my shirt isn’t it….”

“No you can’t have my pants, I need them.”

“Eh, just go grab something from the closet and you’ll be fine.”

“I need you to dress me today.”

“I’m wearing your shirt. It’s mine now.”

“Would you stop taking my clothes with out asking?!”

‘ could you shut up for five minutes? ’

‘ i have a better idea. why don’t you walk home? ’

‘ so what? ’

‘ i don’t give a shit. ’

‘ aw, did i hurt your wittle feelings? ’

‘ are you serious! ’

‘ how could you let this happen! ’

‘ kiss. my. ass. ’

‘ oh, did i do that? silly me. ’

‘ one more word and i’ll burn your breakfast. don’t test me. ’

‘ admit it. i was right. ’

‘ get out. ’

‘ you’re wrong and you know it. ’

‘ yeah? make me. ’

‘ better let an expert handle this one. ’

‘ i hope you get sunburn! ’ 

‘ i hope you get frostbite! ’

‘ have fun getting home. ’

‘ hope you’re happy, asshole. ’

‘ get your hands out of my face. ’

‘ sorry, what was that? i couldn’t hear you over the bullshit. ’

‘ un-fucking-believable. ’ 

‘ forget it. i’ll do it myself. ’

‘ hey, fuck you! ’

‘ jesus, it was a joke. get over yourself. ’

‘ i hope you step on a lego. ’

‘ you’re leaving. right now. ’

‘ eat my shorts. ’

‘ this blows! ’ 

‘i’ll make you something, yeah? your favorite dish, just for you.’

‘let’s get you back to bed.’

‘shh, it was just a nightmare.’

‘you like this, don’t you? i remember you saying that.’

‘i drew up a bath for you.’

‘you need rest.’

‘you ought to be asleep.’

‘i bought two.’

‘here. you can have the rest.’

‘i thought of you when i saw this.’

‘i like your smile.’

‘you have a cute laugh.’

‘stay there. i’m coming there to get you.’

‘it’s okay, i’m here, we’re okay.’

‘be careful.’

‘look both ways.’

‘you mean so much to me.’

‘i can’t lose you.’

‘i thought i might have lost you.’

‘how to you feel about the nickname, (insert nickname)?’

‘it looks good on you.’

‘i’ll make you soup.’

‘ah-ah-ah. you’re sick. you need to stay in bed.’

‘are you okay in there?’

‘that’s it, that’s it. get it all out. shh.’

‘it’s a remedy i knew. helps with your throat.’

‘it’s a lullaby. would you like me to sing it to you? would that help you fall asleep?’

‘i’m worried about you.’

‘what do you want to watch?’

‘where would you like to go for dinner?’

‘close your eyes and hold out your hands.’

‘we’ll figure it out.’

‘oh, it’s not big deal. you’re fine.’

‘i brought you some medicine for your cold.’

‘you’re important to me.’

‘this is your favorite song, right?’

‘you’re like a son/daughter to me.’

‘good luck!’

‘you’re like a mom/dad to me.’

‘don’t say that about yourself.’

‘want to come with?’

“wow! you look really nice.’

‘goodnight, (insert term of affection).’

‘it’s okay. i couldn’t sleep anyway.’

‘you can have half.’

‘come here. let me fix it.’

‘your tie is crooked.’

‘c’mere. shh, it’s okay.’

‘i’m not going to hurt you.’

‘can i touch you?’

‘can i kiss you?’

‘can i hug you?’

‘promise.’

‘would i ever lie to you?’

‘i think you’re very beautiful/handsome.’

‘hey, good-looking.’

‘of course i care. you’re my family.’

‘one more chapter.’

“I told you not to get too close to me.” “From the day we met, I knew I’d hurt you eventually.” “I wish you never had trusted me.” “I told you to leave, but you didn’t. I gave you the chance!” “We were never friends. I’m so sorry.” “I did something terrible.” “It was inevitable, but I regretted it every step of the way.” “I’m mainly sorry that somewhere along the way, I started to care about you.” “I guess this is a lesson in not trusting people, right?” “How long?…Since the beginning.” “I wish I could just make a wish and become a better person.” “None if it was real, but I wish it was.” “Do you think I liked hurting you?” “I hurt people. It’s all I’m good at.” “I did it because I had to, not because I ever wanted to.” “I -did- care about you, I just had no other choice.” “You should have walked away when you had the chance.” “If we had never met, it would have saved us both some grief.” “I know it hurts, but I’m still glad we had the chance to know each other.” “Hurting you was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.” “I didn’t want it to be like this, but I had no control!” “I guess I’ve just never been a trustworthy person.” “I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to forgive me either.” “So? Aren’t you going to say something?” “If I tell you what I did, we’ll probably never see one another again.”

Trent Reznor | @wnq-music

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                                   when words fail,

                                                   music speaks.

     So this does feel kind of awkward for me to put a request out like this, but due to being on stress leave at work and being placed on Statutory Sick Pay … which let’s just add … isn’t exactly the best thing in the world … money is pretty tight for me right now.      To put things rather simply, this is the safest way that I can make money without putting myself in any form of harm.

     I guess what I am asking is that this is a post to accept commissions for making batches of of icons either with or without a PSD.      As stated, they can come in a variation of sizes so it is a matter of just informing me what size icons you wish to have.      As advertised, that is the most common PSD that I make but I can play with a variation of different styles so if you were to choose a batch of PSD icons … I will send you a variation of designs and go from there.

     As stated, the prices are as followed;;

          -;;     Icons without PSD’S that can come in a variation of sizes. £10 for a batch of 50 icons and £20 for a batch of 100.           -;;     Icons with a PSD, again coming a variation of sizes. £15 for a batch of 50 and £25 for a batch of 100.

     If you’re at all interested or perhaps know someone that might be then please message me either through my ask box or through discord;; candice#2743      Even if you don’t plan on purchasing any icons from me, then I would still greatly appreciate it if you could broadcast this post about.