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Continued from x with @abracaxfuckxyou
Shepard's black eyes narrowed, hand hovering over one of his guns. His own red tail flicked back and forth like an agitated cat. Slowly he moved his hand away from it, crossing his arms. "And I'm just supposed to take your word for it that you aren't gonna pull some shit and try to take me out?" The tiefling asked.
Kriss's casually coy expression wavered as he caught where that hand hovered. It returned in full force as he took in the barely controlled agitation, betrayed by the other's tail. It made end of his own tail curl and twitch with interest. "You're just wound up like a spring, aren't you?" he purred, avoiding the question he as asked, "Ichy fingers so ready to shoot. Primed to kill." A double fanged grin. The air in the room got a little warmer. "When's the last time you relaxed, hm?"
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risenwings · 3 months
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Starscream would like attention now please.
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theartifxce · 1 year
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The Enemy of my Enemy
    There was a common misconception that if you and your foe shared a common enemy that somehow a bond would form to overthrow this mutual foe. But Johan had no friends – and he wouldn’t start now with his greatest adversary.
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There was almost a chilling excitement spreading across his skin once he stood at the foot of the stairs, knowing that the shadow of a man who evaded the world for so long was now bound to a chair in the basement. He would have reveled in the vulnerability of this man, if the circumstances were different.
But much to the blonde’s dismay, his lifelong desire to bury this Monster had to be stifled – because now lurked an even greater shadow in the depths of the underworld. This new fiend had fearlessly taken it upon himself to dance with the devil; despite the several warnings that had been heeded by so many.
Oh no, this bold man pranced along the casus belli that was of Johan’s entire existence when he decided to harm the one thing that mattered to him. Nina Fortner’s identity had been revealed from an unfortunate recording Johan nearly forgot all about until it had been used against him. From there the trail was everlasting – almost as if it had no source. But like a dog desperate for water, the blond dug and dug until everything that had been long since buried, resurfaced.
And the blood that followed along this path of mystery and deceit was boundless. The voices of the past first lead him to a familiar party – Gieldlitz and The Baby. Then it led him to some of the corrupt politicians hoping to run for the upcoming election. Johan even found himself entangled with the dealings of a Mafia from a foreign country.
But ultimately, Johan found himself right back to the beginning, piecing together memories that had been shrouded and suppressed. The group responsible for Nina’s capture not only wanted to take Johan down for all that he represented in the underworld; but they wanted to recreate the same Monster in which they could control; ironically, using the twin to replace the other.
To recreate the experiments of the Red Rose – that potentiality could only come to life if Bonaparta had left loopholes in his endeavor to bury his sins. The hauntings of his past now took form and awakened the Devil from its slumber.
A step forward creaked the wood beneath his feet, and as the blond casually embarked down the stairwell, his eyes were immediately trained on the other’s form almost instantly. Down below, the sunlight peering through from the basement window lit up the curtains of dust particles around the man’s face. The basement was half furnished, dirty and hopeless – and yet Johan offered him a lot more than what his dear sister was given when she had been locked up in a pitch black room.
“Mr. Klaus Poppe – you are quite the difficult man to find.” The words fell from his lips in a gravelly tone, destroying the reticence between them.  Johan stood still, shoulders wide and rolled back; depicting his proud demeanor. Casually, his hands were behind his back. Although on his face was a nameless smile; his unforgiving eyes bore into him.  “Or would you prefer your other many aliases?” He mocked. A reply had still not been provoked. 
                   Such a shame that the man would hardly pick up his eyes.
The Monster was hardly recognizable; he had a beard now and dressed like a simple librarian. But Johan knew, he would be able to see him for what he was through his eyes. He could never forget that cold, empty stare. Johan sat in the chair across from him and stared him down before breaking the silence once again to say, “I’m sure you’re wondering why you are still alive. So allow me to enlighten you.” He casually placed his hands on his knees and sat back. “You see, you were inefficient in cleaning up your mess. One of your prized lapdogs became too eager to follow in your footsteps.” 
He paused. 
“Surely you haven’t forgotten him, Petr Capek?” He waited for a reply and when nothing came he continued, “Although he wasn’t too hard to find; he did not have the ties and knowledge about the secret police I needed. Not like you did. To them, he was just a pawn in their grand scheme and he fed them well thinking he could follow in your footsteps by taking my sister again.” He allowed his words to linger, his voice monotonous as it bounced off the stone walls of the room. 
The man before him still remained like stone. 
 “But unfortunately, they knew he was the weakest link. So after getting most of the funding, they took everything and fled; including my sister.” Johan finally leaned forward, his eyes growing dangerous as he stared him down, 
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“The only reason why you are still alive Mr Franz Bonaparta, is because, much to my dismay, you are the only one who can help me locate her.”
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@legendarylullaby from x
Nabooru was grateful they'd been able to split the royals - if one should fall or be captured, at least one would escape. It made her much more nervous to know she was outside Impa's careful gaze, though she would never let the princess know her nerves spiked too. Her green eyes flashed in the dim moonlight, circling onto every scrap of movement she could make out. If she'd been alone, she would have engaged them in battle, but with little Zelda... She couldn't be too careful.
"Not now, your highness..." She murmured, biting on her cheek as she finally gave up her patience. Zelda was too small, too slow, and made too much noise for them to continue to carry on like this. Bending over even further, she scooped up the princess in her arms - a hanging offense for anyone not as close to the royal family - and broke into a sprint. The only noise she made, trained under Impa's immaculate stealth, was a small jingle of weaponry at her side. She could still feel arrows whizzing past, but she closed her shoulders to keep the princess as sheltered as she could.
"Hold on tight..."
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steeleidolon · 2 years
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27. dying kiss [>:3c]
"Gen..."
The crimson general sounds so angry, like a roaring inferno through frosted glass. Kunsel reaches out to touch the fire, distantly aware that he might be burned, but--
Well, it hardly matters now. Here he is on the floor again, and isn't it just the strangest thing? How did he get here? Laughing is difficult, a shuddering tremor through limbs that refuse to cooperate.
"For once. In your life. Fucking- listen."
Lissssssen.
Hold the thread. Hold the redhead's nape. Pull him closer. Eye to eye, not stripping away the layers of fabric shot through, soaked with blood. The trail led here, wherever here is, all broken glass and spent shells and hydraulic fluid and lightning-charred corpses in mako-striped black bodysuits.
He's still angry. Why is Genesis angry? This is important. Tears cut through the soot, and Kunsel can think of only one way to stop the tirade of--how could you be so stupid, I told you I'd fucking kill you myself if you did this again--is to seal his lips to the other man's, desperate for something.
Warm. Impossibly warm where everything feels so cold. Beautiful. Beautiful in the warning light, the emergency flare.
What was he saying again?
Numb fingers slip and smear as he slumps back into the corner, fighting for breath. A losing battle.
"Mm- make. It mean. Something. This is. Everything you need."
Everything to save himself. The others.
No, no, no, just a few more minutes to explain. Just a few more. Please! Please -
Now he must fight the animal panic, rage burnt out to embers, guttering into grief - the shattered, shocked look on the pale face over his. Trembling. Kunsel presses a thumb drive into Genesis' palm, eyes focusing for the last time.
"...Go. Be right. Behind you."
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awkwardcourage · 4 months
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❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ | @kineticrelief
"Well, we can definitely change that," Hughie grinned. "We have shots or we have beer," he informed Justin after opening his fridge. "Or we can run to the bodega across the street if you don't want either of those."
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nomanslannd · 1 year
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‘  okay  so  i  know  this  looks like  𝙸  𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙳  𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙾𝙽𝙴  𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝙽𝙾𝚆  𝙸'𝙼  𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼  𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼.  but  rest  assured,  he's just  𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝  out.  i  do  however  need to take  this,  ’  he  bent  down  and  grabbed  the  space  blaster  attached  to  the  unconscious  man's  hip.  ‘  if  it  makes  you  feel  any  better  than  the guy  was  a  total  douche  bag.’  he  stands  up,  tucking  the  gun  into  the  holster  behind  his  back.  ‘  your  one  of  those  guardian  people  right?  ’  @eternalzenith
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verratensduo · 1 year
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"Marco," Josie tilts her head, looking up at the male. "Yew were spacin' out again. Yew okay?" she appeared concerned, brows knitting together as silver hues fixate upon his freckled features. "I was tellin' yew 'bout my trip with the girls."
Marco shook his head. “Yeah, sorry. Just been going through a lot lately.” He looked back to her rather attentively now. “Sorry, but might I ask to hear from the top again?” He was having a hard time trying to focus for some personal reasons. That was for sure there.
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saturncodedstarlette · 11 months
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Miles : I’ll tell you, jail is no fun.
Y/N : Why? You’ve been in jail?
Miles, pouts : Once, in monopoly.
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tteokdoroki · 1 year
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i saw ur vamp!isagi and it made me blush the whole day HSJDNCSJAJAN now i wanna see possessive vamp!nagi or rin !! i love ur words sm <3
૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up, suggestive, mentions of blood, drinking blood, vampires, possession, pining, some nagireo if you squint, vampire!nagi, fem!reader.
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vampire!nagi is a little different to the others in their clan. i think he’s a bit more lazy than possessive.
i feel as though he wouldn’t have as much of the trauma that older vampires like isagi and kunigami might do. he doesn’t find being one as much as a burden or a hassle other fledglings like rin might do either. nagi was mostly turned because reo liked to feed on him, liked his company and wanted to keep nagi as his treasure for the rest of eternity. 
for nagi, his undead life as a vampire is easy. he never has to sleep, as those of his kind don’t get tired. he can game all day and all night with no consequences of sluggishness the next morning. there’s no need for him to train or exercise — his reflexes are sharp and fast, sometimes they make him dizzy. how new and improved his senses are. but again, it’s a small price to pay in order to live forever. 
the only thing that truly irritates vampire!nagi is his change in appetite. eating before was a hassle, but now the desire quench his thirst with a cherry red elixir known as blood is even worse. magi’s fangs ache from their place protruding out of his pink gums — especially when he forgets that feeding is absolutely necessary for him to survive even in this modern day life. 
“your laziness will be the death of you, nagi,” his sire, reo, warns with twisted affection — letting the fleshing feed eagerly off of his wrist. “my blood alone can’t keep your appetite at bay for long. especially since you’re a newborn. isagi won’t be happy if you die.” the elder reminds him like it’s a threat. it’s not unnoticeable how much vampire!nagi admires the head of their clan, his power is something to behold. 
blood bags end up being the solution for the white haired vampire too lazy to go out hunting with the others. he sips on them and whenever hunger causes his stomach to cave in, he doesn’t have to move to snack on them. to run after his prey and force himself into a game of cat and mouse for food.
when isagi brings you home for the first time, the clan sees a switch in the younger vampire as soon as your scent wafts through the manor. nagi can’t bare the sting of his protruding fangs cutting up the insides of his cheeks, the blood lust that pours through him and darkens the soft grey of his eyes. everywhere vampire!nagi goes; he can taste the wisps of you, hear the sound of your heart thumping in its place lodged on the left side of your chest. 
throughout your days, you notice nagi staring with his tongue between his teeth and his Adam’s apple bobbing but he never makes a move on you to feed. not because he’s scared like rin, or wants you to beg for him like yoichi…but because there’s too much effort in feeding. he doesn’t know if you’re worth the hassle. 
vampire!nagi wouldn’t know how to deal with prey that screams, that cries and begs for mercy. he’s heard from the other boys that you’re an easy feed with someone you trust — but he doesn’t have the time nor the effort to build a connection with you (even if he’ll be alive for all of eternity). you start to feel as though seishiro doesn’t desire you in the ways that others do. not that it should matter to you, being held against your will and forced to feed monsters with your very life essence. 
but it does, in a twisted way, it does matter that the white haired vampire likes you. you wonder if it’s the way you smell, you know that if you’re too sweet on some days it puts some of the boys off. is it the way you dress? is your heartbeat muffled by the cashmere sweaters you drown in after dealing with a messy tangle in the sheets (mostly isagi’s fault), do you need to wear something lighter for nagi’s attention? 
you express all of this to reo during one of his late night sessions with you, his mouth cool against your bare shoulder as you sit with your back to his chest in his quarters. vampire!nagi’s cluelessness with girls seems to have carried over from his human life into the after life. it seems he needs a little help. and reo ever the gossip, blabs about your little crush on his fledgling to the man himself.
“i do want you,” vampire!nagi breaths against your lips, looming over you despite having to bend down to your height. he easily corners you on a day when the manor is empty and you’re left to tend to household chores. the rest of the clan are out hunting. “you’re a distraction, pretty thing. can’t focus on my games when you walk through the house and smell that good.” 
you won’t deny that he makes you dopamine rush through you, makes you dizzy at the very sight of his fangs just resting on the swell of his bottom lip. nagi is a pretty vampire, you won’t deny that — and his sudden attention has your world spinning. 
he pushes you back against the door with one arm resting on the wood above your head , and you find his sudden effort attractive — making you want to give it all up for him. “then why won’t you feed from me?” your voice is shaky, not fearful and it sends seishiro’s instincts into overdrive. 
“i want to do that too,” vampire!nagi reiterates quietly, suppressing the growl that so annoyingly interrupts his words. “but i didn’t wan’ it to be a hassle. i don’t know how t’hunt like the others. i’ve never…captured my own prey b’fore.” the way you shake underneath nagi’s crimson gaze only serves to turn on his instincts. he wants to drain you dry, wants to see you fall apart and piece you back together. he understands the drive and the hunger of his counterparts… and why they like a sweet thing like you so much. “pretty thing i—“ 
“let me make this easy for you then,” you whisper breathily, so quietly that you almost don’t hear yourself speak. nagi does, his eyes flickering to your lips and then down to every part of you that’s exposed — leaving you up to his greedy scrutiny. you offer your wrist, just like reo does, your scent strong and divine. 
vampire!nagi’s pupils dilate and the black consumed the colour shift in his eyes as he matches into your wrist, tongue lapping over the puncture marks from his fangs as your saccharine blood pours into his mouth. internally, nagi chides himself for his own laziness for you taste so much better than the bags of blood he’s rewarded with by his sire. 
you’re so much more decadent and your squirms against his tall, leaner and cold frame are completely worth it. it causes a pitiful lecherousness to crawl up his spine and curl around the heart that lays still in his chest (though if he were alive nagi is sure that it would beat for you and only you). he sucks and swallows and moans around whatever you give him eagerly, right up until you fall limp in his arms and he has to press you to him to keep you up. 
you’re only set free from vampire!nagi’s clutched when your darling whimpers start to die down and you go quiet from the blood loss. when he pulls away, however, you instantly search for his lips — preening when seishiro kisses you with a passion neither of you knew he was capable of. you taste yourself on his tongue, and he lavishes himself in the scent you leave on his mouth and his lips as he licks against your own. 
“from now on, you’ll come to me when i call,” he grunts against your cheek, allowing you to catch your breath impatiently. he forgets that humans need to breathe where vampires don’t. what a hassle. “i won’t need to hunt you, right, angel?” 
“never.” you promise, smiling in satisfaction and running a hand through the very white locks that tickle your cheek. “you won’t need to catch me when you already have me.” 
from then on, around the manor you’re mostly tossed between the fledglings (and isagi, who practically owns you when they’re not around). rin and seishiro get into immature little brawls over you which the taller, white haired vampire usually wins because his desire for you turns him into some kind of monster that the clan can’t handle. 
vampire!nagi hisses and snarls, claws at anyone who dares to touch you when he’s in the mood for a feed. but when he isn’t, you’re sleeping in his quarters with your head in his lap as he games the night away.  because maybe vampire!nagiis a little more possessive than he once was. he likes having your scent on him, and his on you too.na
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Continued from x with @abracaxfuckxyou
"I've never seen something like this before," Gideon said, leaning in to get a closer look. Then again he only knew what little he gleaned from those hobgoblins about how engineering worked. Though he had learned some things over the years, he'd never seen mechanical beasts before. He gave a soft, low whistle. "Did you make this?"
A small groan as she pushed herself out of the 'belly' of the beast lain on its side, her face smudged with with grease and oil. Googles lifted to get a better look. His words prompted a proud smirk. "Yep, working automata are my specialty," she flashed a lopsided gap toothed grin, pulling a rag out of her pocket and trying to wipe her face down with it, though the rag was already so dirty it seemed to just be spreading things around. "I never get to keep big guys like this, though. People'll pay a lot to have a steed that can't be taken down like flesh and bone. This one's used mostly for long distance transport of important cargo."
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kingtuna · 4 months
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ve'vut verse Rex, talking to a vod: the Commander's trying to lure me into a false sense of security, well jokes on him! I've never been secure in my entire life and I'm no about to start now!
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champagnexowishes · 2 months
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severe-kitty · 1 year
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Nico: Is something burning?
Elena: Just my love for you.
Nico: Elena, the toaster is on fire.
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truly-quirkless · 3 months
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[@themultiversebundle | Plotted in DMs!]
It had been a rather quiet day, yet again..so Fin and Yagi had decided to walk about town. The tall blond still got a few odd stares, and every now and again, someone would walk up wanting an autograph. It had taken the world time to get used to Yagi as he was now- and while the whispers of 'the Symbol of the Dead' weren't exactly welcome...it was better that than All for One in the streets.
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"What do you say to dropping by Smoothie King before we head back to the school?" Yagi's suggestion hadn't been in the air for more than a second when he bumped into something- or rather, someone. He took a stumbling step back, his smile instantly transforming to apologetic as he raised his hands. "Ah- sorry about that! I didn't mean to bump into you."
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Huh....Fin wasn't exactly the best at Heroes, but this one...didn't look familiar. They'd seen a few ever since their rise in Hero society, but they had yet to see one that looked so...robotic? It wasn't like Ingenium or his younger brother, Ida- this felt...different.
Their eyes flickered towards the nearby store the stranger had stepped out of- revealing an interior beyond the door that very much wasn't what could be seen through the glass. They immediately jumped towards it- but the door slammed closed before they could catch it.
"Shit...!"
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All Sonics are territorial of their Tails, so if one Snok is being really annoying or not agreeing to do a fun activity (boom) the others will threaten to take Tails and have all the cuddles for themselves.
It gets to a point where they’re all yelling at each other and we pan to see a Tails pile, either napping or planning world domination and there’s no in between
I love that we’ve unanimously agreed that Boom!Sonic is a hardass😂❤️✨
I’m down for a Snok-Verse cuddle party!
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