“Excuse me,” you mutter, as you push aside the young men and women to get to the gym entrance. Shouldering the next person gently aside as you approach the gym door, you hear an “Oi!” in return as he moves his gym bag, but you don’t stop to acknowledge the voice. He notices you, the way you move, and the way you casually ignore the situation. “Excuse me,” you respond wearily.
Harry pauses in signing autographs to check you out. Today, you saw a string of patients, and your shoulders are weighed down by their troubled souls. Your grey pencil skirt, black knit shirt, and high heeled black ankle boots mask the heaviness of your spirit as you stride with purpose. He can’t help but observe the sway of your ass in that skirt as your heels make it wiggle from side to side, although it’s mostly your exhaustion and the fact that your feet hurt that moves your hips rather than any desire to be seductive. His mouth and throat dry as he watches you reach for the gym door handle, shifting your bag higher on your left shoulder, pulling open the door with your right hand. Inside his jeans, he feels his cock twitch; the woman standing in front of him prods him with a salty “Sign it to Char, please,” as she flashes him a look at her cleavage in the push-up bra and low-cut shirt, drawing his attention back to the crowd around him. Why he bothered to start signing shit tonight escapes him at the moment. Now he’ll never get his full workout in. Taking a deep breath, he tells the group, “I’ll sign five more, and that’s it.” Over the years he’s learned to set boundaries.
Magnus’ eyes snapped open. The steady strum of energy
settling into his bones, holding him in its vice as he felt the barely
He closed his eyes and cast his magic out, feeling and
searching till he felt that harsh tug.
He was out of the bed before the thought was completed,
snapping himself into new clothes as fast as he could blink.
He threw open a portal and dashed through, following that
trembling bright blue thread, ringing so loud, he could hear it in his ears,
vibrating and filled with fear… so much fear… so much pain.
He was going to rip them apart, from limb to limb.
When he stepped out of the portal, it didn’t come as a
surprise to find that he was in a warehouse filled with Circle members. What
was surprising was the fact that this particular headquarters was so close to
Of course the idiots that were the Clave wouldn’t think
to look right beneath their noses for the Circle members. He was sure if anyone
had mentioned their suspicions about the Circle members being that close to the institute, the Clave would have thought it ridiculous.
“I told you it would work,” someone said, sounding so calm
and confident, Magnus decided that he would remove the man’s head first.
He turned his head and saw a man with blond hair, grinning
like he’d just hit the lottery.
Magnus allowed himself to smile, and the blonde’s steps
faltered, fear flashing in his eyes for a brief moment, and Magnus wondered if
he was going to bolt. But then the man visibly pulled himself together and
resumed the cocky stroll.
“Of course it would work,” another voice said and Magnus’
eyes swept through the room, the darkness seeming like day to him as he
narrowed in on the one man at the back. In his hands he held a warlock child.
Her hair had matted over, tear tracks streaked across her
cheeks. She trembled in his hands. But the one thing that made Magnus himself
begin to tremble was the cut on her cheek, a long slice that had clearly been
made by a knife.
“Who did that,” his voice cracked like a whip, and he
watched the men gathered flinch. Even the ones who had been at their different
corners in the warehouse, gathering weapons in preparation to storm wherever it
was that they planned on heading to, all stopped what they were doing.
No one answered so he repeated the question. “I said. Who
The one at the back with his hands on the child, spoke. “I
did,” he said, sounding extremely proud that he’d tortured a child.
Magnus’s fingers moved, lethal fast and coiled like a whip.
The man’s hands dropped, severed off from his elbows.
Magnus grinned, his smile sharp and biting as he felt his
magic slowly rise.
Not the calmer one that he used when he didn’t want to hurt anyone.
No. This power wanted to maim. Wanted to kill. Needed to
“Close your eyes,” he murmured to the child. She dropped to
her knees, raised both hands to cover her ears and did just that.
Magnus took a step forward.
“M…m…mercy,” he heard a thin voice cry out.
He turned to look at the man, a Circle member shaking so
hard, a lesser man would have felt sorry for him.
Magnus smirked, letting his powers slowly seep through,
showing his marks as clear as day, the one part of him that showed that truly
they’d been stupid to bait him.
“Mercy,” Magnus asked, and followed it with a laugh, as hard
and dark as the magic that had started pulsing out of him, searching for an
escape, looking for what it could singe and eviscerate. “My father is Asmodeus,
you fool.” His voiced echoed in the warehouse. He took a step forward. “And there
is only one rule in his kingdom. Repay evil, with even more evil.”
And with that, he let his power loose, watching it ripple
through, spreading its dark energy all across the room, bleeding and maiming
They screamed, hair raising scream that echoed in the
room, their screams merging with the sound of cracking bone and the wet sound
of flesh separating from flesh.
And then he called out to it. Destroy. Raze. Leave nothing standing.
His power morphed, ever willing to answer his call. The building
burned. Fire rapidly spreading, dancing on the walls like his magic did.
Everything burned but Magnus. Magnus and the little warlock
child who still had her ears covered and stayed cowering on the floor.
He reached her and reached out, hands enveloping her form as
he pulled her to him.
She went willingly with a terrified cry, keeping her gaze
Magnus couldn’t blame her.
“Let’s take you home,” he said and threw a portal open,
pulling her along with him as he left the warehouse and the Circle members in it
“I had to dare myself to [make my lyrics clearer] because when it’s something as fluid as what we do, every step towards directness is also a scary step to take.”
- IAMAMIWHOAMI (Jonna Lee) via @dazed @dazedfashion c. 2014
Love this quote🎤 @iamamiphotos
Portrait of Jonathan @_jonathanburger_ with IMG @imgmodels
Do you have any screencaps from Lupin III: The Secret of Twilight Gemini, especially with the scene where Fumiko Mine, in leather fashion is captured and tortured by the bad guys who leave her roped over a well in nothing but her red t-string underwear??
Uh,you mean these scenes?Sorry if it is incorrect.