#*violence

@itsawitchx3 YOU 🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵 KEEP TALKING

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It had started simple, just like every fight of this magnitude.

A spoken threat of control from the demon king,

"You will fight, and you will lose. In the end I will either kill you, or I will slip into your thoughts so quietly you will dream in my voice."

And a promise of pain from the Lonely Hunter,

"If suffering is the only music you dance to, then I will turn you into your own symphony."

It escalated, just like it was expected between the clashing of giants.

Trees were burnt or felled. Rocks shattered and fissures were formed.

The destruction would be labeled a forest fire and a typhoon by the public. It had started raining pretty heavily in the end, after all.

It was a grueling fight, don't let anyone else tell you differently.

Gwi-ma might wish to spare his pride through lies, and Celine might wish to preserve hope with her own. Or perhaps she'd simply like to preserve her image.

The stern but fair mentor was the picture she'd want her successors to have of her.

If they saw what she had done, what she was capable of, then that illusion would surely crumble to ash.

It was a grueling fight.

One that tore her skin and singed her hair.

One that had her mouth tasting of blood and her nose clogged with smoke.

But in the end, he was left worse off.

They had raged against each other for hours. The sky turning dark in the night, yet the stars had been invisible against his flames.

He could burn as bright as he wanted, it wouldn't save him from her.

Celine had cut through his puppets and his fire.

She had reminded him of how quickly a candle was extinguished in a blizzard.

No longer could he hold onto the form he had adopted when coming to the surface.

Celine had grabbed him by his collar and torn his face off until he could no longer reshape it, uncaring of the way it burned her hands.

She had ripped his arms off until he could no longer raise them against her, had broken his legs until he could no longer run away.

And as he faded back to where he came from -not dying, never dying- he had wondered over the cruelty of the world's supposed saviour.

"Mercy is for priests and poets. I am neither." She had whispered as an answer before letting him go with a promise:

Richard M. Fierro and those yet to be named are heroes.

When the gunfire started, Fierro said that he looked across the room and saw the shooter standing at the door. “I ran across the bar, grabbed the guy from the back and pulled him down and pinned him against the stairs,” he said.

“I grabbed the gun out of his hand and just started hitting him in the head, over and over,” Mr. Fierro said.

tw. torture / violence / abuse.

Nikolai Gogol

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He’s very fond of cages, so darling would come to know a bird cage or other small enclosure as their home. And gods, a day wouldn’t go by where he doesn’t laugh or mock their pitiful state, especially if darling insists on being defiant. Although he enjoys broken darlings just as much as unbroken ones, a defiant darling every now and then is certainly a breath of fresh air.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

It depends. Although Nikolai is very fond of physical torture and abuse (see Naughty), he’s very big into theatrics and would force his darling to take part in little plays, sometimes in front of an unknowing audience -- and if he’s in a particularly jovial mood, sometimes while darling is injured or very weak from his beatings. Nonetheless, to be thrust onto a stage in a foreign area of Russia and forced to perform for people who don’t know that you’re an abused captive, much less know how to speak your language, is bound to wear down darling’s resolve. They’ll quickly become nothing more than a marionette for Nikolai’s entertainment!

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Nikolai isn’t fond of thinking about the future, especially not someone else’s future. All he wants to do is live in the moment and have fun, and needlessly thinking about what could happen puts a hamper on his mood.

Either way, he sees his darling as a play thing to entertain him for a short while, at least before he finally decides to throw them aside. Sure, he loves darling very dearly, but to him, love is fleeting! It’s something to be enjoyed in the moment, used up until there is nothing left, then thrown aside for another lover! His darling has no future with him just as much as he desires no future with them - life is full of surprises, so there’s no need to be bound to one person. That said, he’ll kill his darling once he’s had his fun.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Nikolai loves games, and oh what fun it would be to play games where defeat means punishment! He’s quite fond of physical torture, such as hitting his darling with whips (seeing them wince and stifle their cries is great fun). Unfortunately these ‘sessions’ are brief since darling eventually becomes numb and stops screaming, crying, or wincing.

Sometimes he’ll indulge in a game of cat and mouse. He’ll set darling free and give them a running start before he begins chasing them. He wouldn’t do this if he thought darling had a big chance of escaping, naturally, so the first few times he tries this, darling is distraught to learn they never had a chance from the start.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He’s surprisingly patient; in fact, nothing can really put a hamper on his mood or make him snap. Nikolai lives for whatever escape plan, tricks, taunts, and insults his darling cooks up -- what use is a toy that doesn’t fight back a little? So it isn’t possible to piss him off since he knows darling’s weaknesses, but he would get rather annoyed if they insulted Fyodor.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Nikolai would actually get bored rather quickly if darling didn’t do these things. Although their screams will die out and their tears will dry up, seeing them slowly lose that spark in their voice and light in their eyes is the best part. To have a darling who doesn’t do these things during the time he keeps them is so... boring.

Strawberry soda and dark rum on his lips

His fist was hard

But they cannot and we will not allow them to be. They are a part of the news media, it’s their job to inform. And they chose to inform their viewers that LGBT people are beneath them, that LGBT people are degenerates, and that LGBT people want to molest their kids and “turn them” trans.

They framed the existence of LGBT people as a threat that needed to be eliminated and a problem to be solved to millions of people. To me, it doesn’t matter if they never explicitly said they deserve to be gunned down.

They basically boast about how it’s okay to hate LGBT people, just don’t act on it. And that’s not good enough.