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hyunsvngs · 7 months

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kinktober !

kink: knifeplay

pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader

wc: 3k

knifeplay: consensual BDSM edgeplay involving knives, daggers, and swords as a source of stimulation.

It was perfect. You had fake blood all over your room, staining your once blue sheets, but the costume was perfect.

For Halloween, your friends had decided to host a party at one of the dorms. You and your best friend, Jeongin, had decided it would be the best idea to dress up as Sidney Prescott and Ghostface. Your costume was quite easy - you already had an old denim jacket you could cover in blood, and a basic lilac top to go underneath it. When put together with a simple black pair of jeans, you felt completely ready. Your costumes were going to be the best.

The Instagram pictures would be amazing, too, you decided while walking to the party. You didn’t have a long way to walk, and it was quite amusing listening to the kids screaming for candy outside people’s doors - but all you could hope was that one of the members of 3Racha had actually cleaned the dorm this time, and not left it all on Hyunjin.

Music was already booming when you arrived, reverberating around your sober brain and making you wince. Would you regret coming here?

You realised you really did regret it, when the front door swung open and you were met with fox-like eyes in a… a fucking Pokemon trainer costume. Felix emerged from behind him, sharp yellow ears perched on his head and his cheeks covered in red.

“Listen,” Jeongin began, gloved hand reaching out to you. You sighed, shutting your eyes. “It was Felix’s idea. Look at him. He’s really convincing, and I’m sorry I didn’t text, but Chan’s put this stupid no phone ban on and-”

“Look!” Felix chirped, and when you finally saw him… well, you understood what Jeongin meant. He was in yellow dungarees, tail wrapped on a string around his waist and little ears bobbing with his glee. When he looked at you, his face fell. “Oh. Oh, I’m so sorry. Did you guys have something planned, or-”

“No, not at all, Lixie,” You murmured, pulling him in for a hug. He really was so cute. No one could resist him. “I’ll find my Ghostface somewhere.”

Felix nuzzled into the hug, wrapping his arms around you, before he was squealing. “Seungmin’s dressed up as Ghostface! Oh, Innie, did you plan this?”

You blinked, turning to Jeongin. Seungmin was your arch nemesis, but only purely on the basis that you both had some heavily unresolved sexual tension. Jeongin wouldn’t do this to you - or so you thought, because when you looked at his face, he was looking extremely guilty. “I know you have some… issues, but it needs to end now. It’s making things awkward, and, and… you can take pictures together, y’know? Then be friends,” He was mumbling, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. His Pokemon hat obscured most of his face, but you could still see the pout on his lips. Fuck this. You had the two sweetest men in front of you apologising, expecting you to be angry at them, but even you weren’t that mean.

You sighed, finally pushing past the two figures to enter the party. You were immediately attacked by a black plastic streamer dangling from the ceiling, and you swatted it away with a grunt. “It’s fine. Let’s do the pictures, then.”

It had always been the plan - to take pictures all together before the party really got into full swing. You had a feeling you’d been a little late because there were already quite a few people there. Still, you diligently walked into the kitchen behind Felix and Jeongin anyway, where everyone was standing around, conversing.

There he was. Ghostface mask pulled halfway off of his head to reveal dark, menacing features and a black cloak draped over his slender figure. Chunky black boots made an echoing noise as he tapped his foot impatiently on the tile, sipping out of a glass with one gloved hand and the other holding - a knife. It glinted in the light as he spun it around with his fingers, playing way too comfortably with the blade. Oh. Oh, no. Someone was playing a practical joke on you.

“Is that knife real?” You squeaked, and Seungmin turned to you with a glare. “Like, it’s not a prop…? Why do you have a real knife?”

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, then his lips were curling upwards with a smile. “To finally kill you with.”

“Haha, that’s so funny,” You deadpanned, but half of you was considering if he was being genuine about it. It wouldn’t surprise you - he was a sadistic fuck, always had been since you met him. It was why you wanted him so bad. “Let’s take these pictures. I’m already over it.”

Felix fiddled with his camera, flicking off the lens cap and trying to get it in the perfect position on the counter. You scurried in front of Seungmin as he walked over after placing his cup aside. Once Felix had set the timer, he ran in front of the lens and clutched onto Jeongin. Oh, yeah. What was Seungmin supposed to do, given that you were matching?

You had your answer quickly. With one gloved hand, he pulled his mask down and pulled you into him by the waist, and then he was positioning the knife at your exposed collarbone. It nipped teasingly, the blade threatening to draw blood. You looked down in shock, only to see Seungmin’s hand confidently holding the handle - god, was he skilled with this? He hadn’t killed people, hopefully, but… what if he was into something like this?

Wetness pooled in your panties at the thought. It’s a kink straight out of your deepest, darkest desires. The idea of being too scared to move in case the knife bites at your skin, dripping crimson liquid down your body only to be lapped up by the blade again… yeah. It was hot, and for some reason, with your fake-enemy pressed against you, it was even hotter. You didn’t even blink when the flash went off, too focused on trying to keep your breaths even.

Seungmin dropped his hand once the picture was taken, and then he yanked the mask back again. He was staring at you with a bewildered expression, but he looked somewhat impressed. Pulling you to one side by your arm, he gripped your waist again, trapping you against the wall so he could whisper into your ear. “Did you get turned on when I held that knife to your neck?”

“No, what’s wrong with you-“

“I heard you holding your fucking breath,” Seungmin hissed. “That’s fucking insane, you know? Dressing up as Sidney and then getting all… like that. It’s like you wanted me to do it.”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. Seungmin’s eyes flitted around your face. “I was actually meant to match with Jeongin, so maybe I wanted him to.”

“Oh, c’mon,” Seungmin scoffed, rolling his eyes. He pinched his temples, and then he sighed. “I know you want to fuck me. God, I want to fuck you too, so bad. I’m sick of playing this stupid push and pull when I could be upstairs fucking you with this knife to your neck right now.”

Your eyes widened. You let out a puff of air, trying to find the words to say, but you only noticed that fuck, Seungmin was awfully close all of a sudden. His breath was heavy on your burning cheeks. When you looked around the room, you could see that no one had noticed the two of you - Felix was too busy still jumping around and Changbin and Jisung had dressed as Peter Pan and Tinkerbell. You wanted to coo at Changbin, his bulging arms so adorable in the little green dress and wings, but you were definitely more engrossed in what Seungmin had to say.

“The party. We can’t leave, you know?” You finally spoke, and Seungmin pulled back. You wanted to cry. He looked around the room, nodding, before he was pulling the mask back onto his face and obscuring his annoyingly perfect features.

“Half an hour. Jisung’s room, upstairs. Is that alright with you?” His voice was muffled, and you had to crane your head a bit to hear him. You nodded nonetheless, and he gave you a quick wave before disappearing into the crowd of dressed up men.

You sighed heavily. This was about to be the longest half an hour of your life.

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Jisung’s room was chaotic. You had literally no idea why Seungmin had decided on his room out of everyone’s - surely Hyunjin’s would be better, or even Chan’s with the mood lighting? You opened the door anyway, entering the small room and stepping over piles of clothes to lay back on the bed. At least the bedsheets were cleaned. Jisung’s lamp was the only source of light, leaving the room basked in a creepy orange Halloween atmosphere. It definitely fitted the setting.

It had been exactly half an hour. Seungmin was late. Was he ever late? In your whole pseudo-friendship, you were sure he’d never been late, and-

The door burst open and a masked figure emerged. You jolted, sitting upright on your hands and blinking at the man in costume. It briefly crossed your mind that you couldn’t even be sure it was Seungmin, and then he was tearing the mask off, throwing it aside.

“It’s still me,” He said, tone soft. Was he a mind reader as well as a borderline psychopath? You nodded, wiggling forward on the bed when he sat across from you. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Did you bring the knife?” You responded. Seungmin burst out laughing, and then he was bringing it out from his jean pocket, beneath the cloak.

“You are very fucked up. Has anyone ever told you that?” He murmured. You stared at his gloved palms as he threw the knife aside, moving on the bed to pin you down against the mattress. You wiggled impatiently, spreading your legs to allow him between them. Your chest heaved, staring up at him with doe eyes as he blinked down at you.

“‘M not fucked up,” You mumbled, pouting. Seungmin chuckled.

“What was it Billy said in the movie again? ‘It certainly fucked you up, it made you have sex with a psychopath’? Is that not what’s happening right now, baby?” His breath was hitting your face again, and you just couldn’t help it this time. With one hand on the back of his neck, you pulled him down, pressing your lips against his in the filthiest kiss you’d ever shared. Seungmin groaned, hands meeting your waist and delving into your mouth with his tongue. You let him nibble into your bottom lip, let him nearly draw blood with his teeth until you were whining, bucking your hips up for more.

You whined, chasing his lips for more kisses. You heard fabric rustling, and then Seungmin was pressing an ice cold blade to your neck. You shifted immediately, laying back against the pillow and looking up at Seungmin obediently. He just smiled, appearing borderline menacing in the dim lighting of the room. You were so fucking wet.

“You do get off on this,” Seungmin mused. He leaned back on his ankles, letting the knife drag down your body. With a clean swipe, it was cutting through the fabric of your tank top and leaving you in just your bra. “Should I make you bleed, hm?”

“You can- you can do anything you want, Seungmin,” You sighed, arching your back to get more of the feeling of the blade against you. Seungmin bit his lip, dragging the blade down to your jeans. He wouldn’t be able to cut through that fabric - it’s too thick, he’d need something sharper. You could practically see the cogs turning in his head and then he was shaking his head, unbuttoning your jeans and yanking them down your legs. They balanced precariously on one ankle, and you kicked them off before eyeing Seungmin up and down. “Are you… gonna get naked, or?”

“I have different plans for tonight,” Seungmin replied quickly. He gripped the knife firmer this time, until he was dragging it down to your underwear. You knew you were wet, and you shut your eyes and moaned loudly when he pressed the blade into the wet spot forming in the fabric. You thanked every god that the music was still just as loud as earlier. “I’m going to finger you and play around with this knife. I don’t think you could handle more tonight.”

He was right. Another thing that irritated you beyond belief was the fact that Seungmin seemed to read your mind. First with your silly knife play kink, and now with the fact that you definitely couldn’t handle full blown sex tonight. You would’ve tried, and gotten yourself all fuzzy over it - but he knew better.

“Okay,” You agreed. He hummed once more, and then he hooked the blade into the lace of your underwear, cutting them off of your body. He was a bit heavy handed though, and your legs thrashed when the blade nicked your skin just a little, causing a small crimson red cut to bloom on your hip bone.

“Oh, would you look at that?” He ogled the cut, running his thumb over it. It made you whine in pain, yet he ignored you and thrust his thumb into your mouth. The taste was tangy, a bit too metallic for your liking but the whole thing was so fucking hot you couldn’t deny him anything. “Did you like that, too? Okay. We’ll explore that another time.”

Seungmin threw the knife aside once more, and then two long fingers were pressing into your folds. You laid there with legs spread, letting him explore every dip and crevice in your pussy and examine how wet you were. You knew you were dripping, and he did too - it was just a waiting game.

You squirmed, bucking your hips up. “I’m wet enough. I promise that I am, just-“

You gasped when he pressed the knife against your throat again. You hadn’t even seen him grab it. “Stay fucking still,” He warned. “I decide when you’re ready.”

Well, you could definitely get on board with that. Seungmin sunk his middle finger into you nonetheless, meeting no resistance. Your hole was dripping around him, leaking down to his knuckle and making him sigh in approval at the sight. He still had his gloves on, the faux leather buttery and smooth inside of your hole. “This pussy’s tight, huh?”

“I’d clench it for you,” You breathed out, letting one of your hands grab your tits over your bra. The knife was still pressed tightly against the column of your throat, but you managed to pull your tits out of the lace, making Seungmin’s eyes instantly flit down to your pebbled nipples. He started to thrust his finger inside of you, the material of his gloves dragging on your rim. “I’d- I’d clench around your cock, Seungie. Make it so tight for you.”

“Yeah?” Seungmin breathed. On his next thrust in, he pushed another finger in, and then he was curling two directly at that lovely spongy spot inside of you. “I’ll look forward to it, baby. Do my fingers feel good?”

“So good,” You gushed, tweaking your nipples with your fingers. “It’s so good, and- the knife, oh god-“

“Is it like you imagined, yeah?” He moved up to your side, easing his pressure on the blade so you could turn your head and kiss him. It was just as filthy, and he moaned in approval when your walls fluttered around his digits. When he pulled away, a string of saliva connected you both. “Maybe next time, I’ll fuck you with the handle of the knife.”

You keened, starting to bounce your hips against his hand. He obliged with your movements, pressing his palm up against your clit and letting you grind the sensitive bud into his calloused hand. It was just the right amount of soft and rough, making your toes curl in your socks and your orgasm build steadily, a white hot pleasure in your pussy.

“It’s- I need it-“

“God, do you even know what you need?” Seungmin chuckled, kissing your cheek. “I think you need to cum for me, don’t you?”

You nodded erratically, letting your head fall onto his shoulder. Seungmin dropped the knife to his opposite side once more, replacing it with a firm grip to your throat with his spare hand. The sight of his gloved digits around your throat and restricting your airflow had you wailing once more, gripping his wrist and grinding with renewed fervour.

“I think- oh, I’m gonna cum,” Your lips parted, letting out muted moans and whines at the feeling of his fingers inside of you. “Oh, yeah, I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum for me then, no need to make a noise,” Seungmin was still amused, and you gasped before you were cumming. “That’s it, there you go.”

You felt your hole gush around his fingers, soaking the material of his gloves with white cum and your clit throbbing through your orgasm. It felt good, not only to cum but to also finally have some tension resolved with such a prominent person in your life.

When you finally came to, you were still gasping, breath heavy and burning your lungs with every exhale. You heard Seungmin coo at you, laying back and dragging you onto his chest.

“Good?” He questioned, and you nodded.

Then, something hit you. “Seungmin?” He hummed in response. “You cut my shirt open. What do I wear for the rest of the party?”

Seungmin stopped breathing, and then he burst out laughing, full body laughs wreaking havoc on his body.

“It’s not funny!” You whined, but you were giggling too, slapping his chest playfully.

“You can wear the cloak, baby,” He kissed your nose. “I have clothes on underneath.”

You hummed, nodding. “You still have to wear the mask though.”

“Fuckin’ freak,” He mumbled, but he was still grinning.

“You like it.”

Seungmin kissed you again, chaste and sweet. “Unfortunately, yes.”

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youryanderedaddy · 7 months

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Love, Loss, Fire

Summary: In times of vampire oppression, you decide to fight back. This attracts the attention of a certain human hunter who's had his eyes on you for a while - waiting for an oppurtunity to strike. Commissioned piece. tw: nsfw, female reader, non - con, possessive behavior, vampires, hinted apocalypse, degradation, biting/blood sucking, hinted inprisonment, murder (not reader) Part 2

You stepped carefully through the forest as the moon raised higher and higher, lighting up the sky in warm, fluorescent blue. You swiftly swiped the sweat down your brow, kneeling deep into the mud in a desperate attempt to push the shapeless piece of metal further into the ground. You suppressed a frown as the bare soil slipped through your fingers, thin and barren. It was a painful reminder of what was once earth. Actual, fertile earth that filled the autumn air with the humm of birds and the scent of healing herbs. This soil, on the other hand, couldn’t heal anyone - it was just a means to trap a beast. A predator.

You looked at the naked stars, trying to guess whether midnight had already fallen. You missed watches. You missed the web and guides and tutorials - you missed computers. The series of numbers on the screen that seemed so bizarre to you now; just like an antique of the past. It was a hard pill to swallow, the realization that humankind once created life and technology, and even culture. Laughter. You didn’t remember the last time you laughed or let yourself rest - but could anyone blame you? With the hunter attacks now more frequent than ever, it was a whole miracle that you were still breathing; that your psyche wasn’t completely crumbled and rotten. You knew many lost their mind or sold themselves to the demons. You had heard the stories mothers whisper to their daughters in the dead of the night, the songs the elders don’t dare sing after dark. You shook your head. You had no time to reminisce. The steps were getting closer now.

You quickly hid behind the wild bushes, crouching as close to the ground as your shaking knees would allow you to. Your hand gripped the container tightly, your eyes scanning the sign “Extremely flammable aerosol” with little hesitance and a pitiful amount of hope. You could hear the boots digging into the grass, the sharp heels destroying any resemblance of flora. There was a low, guttural humm to his every movement - teasing you, slowly, but surely approaching with each passing beat of your thumping heart. The whole universe had slowed down, covered by an oppressive layer of silence, except for the sound of your pounding lifeline and the predator aching to end it with one sharp bite. No deers or foxes, or even hedgehogs in sight to distract him or quench his growing thirst for blood. It was just you and him.

“It’s a beautiful night, isn’t it?” His voice cut the silence in two, smooth and sharp like a knife. So silky and soft you could feel your whole body stiffen, fighting the involuntary ticks of fear taking hold of your frozen limbs. You squeezed your jaw, cupping your cheeks so tightly you couldn’t produce a sound no matter how much your insides seemed to try and scream. You pinched your thigh, hoping to remain conscious - hoping to survive just one more time. After all you had managed to run so many times in the past. It was always frightening, the type of terror that leaves you immobile for hours after, but you had done it. Time and time again, and that meant something. That meant that you still had fire left. That you weren’t going to bend the knee and break.

“A full moon.” The hunter observed with a trail of melancholy, stepping closer to your trap. You held your breath, praying to whoever was listening that this would work. It had to - otherwise everything so far would be meaningless. Every life lost, every family torn apart. Every friend or lover lost to the hunts - to slavery and eternal torment. To shame. “It reminds me of your mother. It was a Bloody moon, do you know that?” You knew he was staring at your direction, a dangerous, barely contained smile threatening to spill all over his cruel lips. He was looking for a reaction - a slight crook of your nose, a twitching of your hand, a tear down your cheek. He couldn’t see you if you were an unmoving force, an object. “When I killed her, the moon was completely red. It was a sight for sore eyes.” He finally smiled in that nasty, crooked way. You could feel it. “Her screams were beautiful.” The vampire clicked his tongue. “But I’m sure yours would be breathtaking.” He took another step towards the trap - he was now on the very edge of the razors.

Don’t scream. Don’t scream. Don’t screa–

“A bear trap.” Bane grinned, sending shivers down your spine. By this point you were shaking like a leaf. “What a smart girl you are.” He paused to fix the collar of his white shirt. Not a single wrinkle on the fabric. Just blood. “Too bad I’m not a bear.” His voice suddenly dropped, taking on a more sinister note. Your heart stopped. “I’m more of a snake, really.” He kicked the metal trap across the ground, and it landed inches away from you. You were getting light - headed. “Although my venom works in… other ways.” His demonic chuckle was enough to make your empty stomach rumble, fear setting in deep into your guts.

Bane jumped over the hole you had dug gracefully, almost theatrically. If you weren’t so scared, you would have been annoyed at his constant need to assert dominance with even the smallest gesture of his perfectly white finger.

“You wound me, darling.” The hunter leaned against a tree, crossing his hands like a disappointed father - like a preacher ready to start a mass, yet the sadistic twinge of amusement didn’t leave his face. “You know I can smell this cheap, ratty metal from miles away. I thought you knew me better.” His eyes gleamed dangerously, orbs both emerald and poisonous green. He was so close to your hiding spot you could feel the ice radiating off his dead body as he oh so slowly raised his hand.

Panic tore into your chest, digging its ugly nails, kicking and fighting to be let out, and you instinctively uncapped the bottle of sylic gas, leaking it into the forest. You took a deep breath and covered your mouth, preparing to turn blue before you could inhale again. You mentally apologized to any surviving crop or flower you were about to kill due to the toxic fumes, but had to remind yourself through tears that sometimes the end justifies the means. And now the end was so near you could taste it, with the Terror of the night unmoving and cold.

But he just grinned.

His nostrils tightened for a split second, taking in the deadly poison. Bane slowed down, looking around, but there was little sense of distress on his sharp, cubic features. Then he quickly, unceremoniously dragged his wrist over his lips, muttering words you couldn’t hear - and instantly a silky black piece of fabric wrapped around his neck up to his cheeks. From afar it looked just like a scarf, but you could make out the thin platin lines. Damn it. He knew. He could anticipate all your moves now after months of playing cat and mouse. He could read you like a book.

You were beginning to sweat and your feet were sinking into the mud. You tried to move from one leg to the other, shifting the balance, and that was your first, and perhaps most fatal mistake - the realization hit you the moment your eyes landed on his. The vampire laughed. A scorching hot, humiliating laugh echoed all the way to the mountain hill behind you, icy and sticky down his throat. You shook your head, refusing to accept the grim reality standing before you, but it was too late now.

“Aah…” The hunter purred contently, bringing his hands together, excited like a child. “Seems like I caught you again, little mouse.” He whispered, his honeyed voice bursting with barely contained thrill and satisfaction. “Come out now - no point in hiding.” He titled his head playfully. “I promise I won’t bite.” He chuckled throatily, baring his fangs as he took that dreaded step that separated you. Now he was towering above you with the only thing keeping you away from his gaze being the absolute darkness and a couple of heavy branches.

It was nothing short of degrading - the way he played with his food, the way he kept you dancing in his palm while poking here and there with his claws. You couldn’t take it anymore - you made a run for it, light like a bird on your feet despite the starving hunger and fatigue.

“Not so fast now, little one.” The predator asserted, his clenched jaw proof of his quickly thinning patience. If only he knew that your own patience had run out months ago, maybe even before the apocalypse started. “You don’t want to upset me, do you?” He smiled in a mockery of gentleness, the thinly veiled threat stopping you in your tracks, completely paralyzed. “Be a darling and come to me. I’m honestly getting a bit bored of our little game.”

You hesitated for a moment. Something was wrong - terribly wrong today. You had managed to outsmart him time and time again, but tonight he just seemed untouchable. Drunk on power. And for all your unwillingly gathered knowledge of vampires and their demonic powers, you couldn’t exactly put your finger on what was different. Yet you could feel it buzzing and thumping under his flesh, the aura of force - the stench of evil.

“Come to me.” Bane hissed, voice devoid of its previous playfulness. He wasn’t playing around anymore. And just like that your feet started moving on their own, despite your mind’s painful protests. There was nothing you could do to fight his voice in your mind, hypnotizing you; making you bend. You broke into a cold sweat, looking at your wrist - you had forgotten your bracelet, the only weapon that could be used against his mind control. You were screwed. The game was over.

“Good girl.” The hunter whispered once you found yourself in his arms, squeezed against his chest like an insect. The unhuman hardness and coldness of his skin should have frightened you, but it was his tone that truly terrified you - just how tender it was as opposed to the clear bloodlust in his pale green orbs.

“You’ve done well so far.” You tried to avert your gaze so you could at least save yourself the humiliation of his sickly - sweet words, but his magic kept you still in place. “You’ve kept me entertained for a while now, little human. I think I’m starting to become attached to you.” He offered you a sleazy little grin while he stroked your hair, imagining the way it would feel to pull on those messy locks. “So attached, in fact, I’ve decided to keep you for myself.” He licked his lips slowly, and you almost choked on your own spit. Did he plan to…?

“You should be honored to have been chosen by me. Most nosy little humans who cross my path end up in a ditch. But you…” He stopped mid-sentence, groaning in pleasure, eyes turning scarlet. His whole face was reddenning as his heartbeat fastened, growing more and more excited the longer he felt you struggle against him. Your raw fear was delectable, and he couldn’t wait to taste it. “You are different. I can’t bring myself to kill you.” His head lowered towards your ear. “I need to have you.” He whispered, and you took a step back, feeling his control crumble as desire overtook his senses.

“I would never belong to a leeching bloodsucker like you!” You uttered through clenched teeth, using the vampire’s distracted state to pour the acid drops you had hid in your pocket all over his knees, causing him to crouch in pain as his flesh burned hot. The magic hold he had on you weakened and finally disappeared completely.

You didn’t waste any time, running towards the hills as soon as your body could move freely. Soon you were greeted with an overwhelming amount of paths, all surrounded with similar looking trees and bushes. It was already long past midnight and the sky had taken on the darkest shades of gray. You didn’t stop moving even when you lost his steps behind you - you kept going until you found a large old oak, and you basically slipped against it, knees weak and mushy. The adrenaline almost knocked you out, but you couldn’t let yourself lose consciousness just yet.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Bane clicked his tongue, materializing before you from thin air. You tried to scream, but it was futile. The whole forest was empty. “Such a bad pet. Running away from your owner.” He leered sadistically, finding sick appeasement in your puzzled expression. How did he find you? How was it even possible to be so fast? “I really ought to punish you so you don’t misbehave in the future.” He chuckled to himself before turning towards you. “But that can wait.” The hunter shoved you against the tree with little regard to your comfort. He took off his mask, throwing it to the ground. “I’ve been eyeing that little neck of yours since the moment I saw you.”

The predator grasped your throat, tilting your head so your neck would be bared for him. You inhaled sharply, preparing for the pain, but it didn’t come just yet. Instead he licked your wet cheeks, moaning at the salty, slightly bitter taste of your tears.

“Please don’t.” You gasped inaudibly, body stiff like a stretched string. All you got in return was a sharp laugh. “Your little weapons can’t save you now, little girl.” Bane teased with glee, placing a small kiss against your throat. You cringed at the ticklish sensation, but deep down you knew this was only the beginning.

The hunter opened his mouth, purposefully prolonging the moment and your anticipation. He slowly sank his fangs into your warm, vulnerable flesh - enjoying the way you squirmed beneath him with no way to free yourself. All you could feel was pain. Red, hot pain traveling from your neck to your arteries, your blood mixing with his venom. Breaking into a sweat as your body tried desperately to reject the venom. Relaxing against your torment as you let the pain consume every inch of your being. And then it began to subside, replaced by an entirely different feeling that you couldn’t name. Suddenly your insides were burning again and your skin was pricked by a thousand tiny explosions. A gentle caress wiped the sweat off your forehead as your eyes rolled back. An aching whine escaped your parted lips. You needed more. You wanted to beg for more—

He pulled away.

You quickly lost your balance, staggering backwards, confused and light - headed due to the blood loss. You prepared to hit the ground, but this small mercy wasn’t granted to you, because in the next moment the vampire was onto you, holding you tightly. As if the tiniest movement would make you stumble and flee into the grim nightly nothingness - as if you were the most precious thing in his world.

You were met with eyes of vivid ruby, the gems staring into your core and tearing you to pieces. You should have been frightened, body paralyzed by suffocating dread - but instead you couldn’t look away, hypnotized by the demon before you, and all the magic colors that surrounded him. His lips looked so soft and gentle, dripping with blood that was unmistakably yours. A part of you that now undeniably belonged to him.

“I can’t get enough of that expression on your face.” Bane mumbled quietly as he pulled you closer to take in your scent. You couldn’t move an inch. “I can’t get enough of your… blood.” He continued, voice shaky with uncontrollable lust and need, unbecoming of a monster in a human form.

His words sobered you up, breaking off the trance you had fallen in. You shoved him off, taking a step away. The vampire stumbled back, his eyes darkening at your disobedience. “Silly girl.” He grinned sinisterly as his expression hardened, and he pointed towards you with his thin white finger. His golden locks fell gently over one raised eyebrow, contrasting the sheer intensity of his sharp features.

“Kneel.” He ordered, and your body followed automatically - without hesitation. The vampire towered over you, gleefully toying with the buttons of your shirt before undoing the first one. “You know, this is something I really admire about you, little one.” He caught your chin in a bruising grip, forcing you to look up at him. “You’re so weak - so helpless. And yet you never. Stop. Fucking. Fighting me.” He exaggerated every word, applying more pressure to your skin, marking it for all to see. “And I love it. You don’t know how many times I’ve wanted nothing more than to push you down and make a mess out of you.” He admitted shamelessly, offering a nasty little smile at the end as he crouched down to your level. You were going to be sick.

“Yet you always manage to run away. Every single time. Such a smart little human.” The hunter taunted you yet again, ripping off the torn patched up hoodie barely sticking to your chest. “You really know how to drive a man wild, little minx.” He whispered, lowering his head to latch onto your bare chest with a lewd pop, covering it in hundred wet kisses - making you shudder with discomfort.

“Y-you’re no man.” You uttered with difficulty, voice shaky and uneven. Your fists clenched together despite the violent fright inside you begging you to play nice - to beg for mercy and forgiveness. “You’re just a monster.” You spat out, holding back the hot tears pricking in your eyes. “I hate you.” You added quietly, trying to lose yourself in all the endless frustration and detestment. But even your anger wasn’t enough of a distraction - you were still in the mouth of the lion.

“Mmh, keep going, darling.” The predator growled, pinning your hands down. “Hate me as much as you can.” He kissed your throat, letting his fangs linger against the bristled skin. “Call me a monster again. Don’t hold back, baby, be ruthless.” He gently cupped your breasts through the bra before releasing the hooks all together, leaving you bare and defenseless. “Because when I am gone with you…” He grinned. “You will hate me even more.”

Bane didn’t hesitate to spread your legs roughly, reaching to take off your trousers. Suddenly you felt extremely vulnerable - you were laying there half nude like a feast for his eyes only. The rage was long gone, now replaced by an entirely new feeling. Debasement.

“Aww, gamer much?” Your tormentor stopped to have a good look at your panties, chuckling at the joystick pattern. You could feel your sides burning and you made a desperate attempt to close your legs, but the noble had different ideas - he slipped your underwear to your knees, exposing your untouched core to the cold midnight air. “No need to get shy, darling. I think it’s adorable.” He insisted, your silent pleas falling on deaf ears. “But I guess you got the bad ending this time. I mean…” He bit his lip in a terribly lewd way. “Just look at you. Writhing beneath me like an obedient little slut–”

“I am not a slut!” You cut him off, growing more and more agitated - your nerves stretched beyond repair. You couldn’t stand listening to his crude remarks or looking at his eager lips, ready to devour you. You covered your face. “I’ve n-never… I’ve n-never even…!” You tried to explain, but you couldn’t finish the sentence because the tears just bursted out before you could stop them, white and shiny like little pearls on your cheeks.

The hunter grew eerily quiet. Then he slowly removed your hands from your face, and pinned your wrists back to the ground. The message was clear - no use fighting it.

“You’re a virgin?” The vampire whispered more to himself than to you, while his gaze was still boring invasively into your hips. You averted your eyes, looking away in silence. Dissociating. “Ha! So it’s true.” He laughed mockingly, letting his hands roam all over your quivering thighs. “Oh, darling, we’re going to have so much fun.”

With that you could feel him trace small circles across your skin until eventually his palm met your pubic bone, his long fingers resting against your entrance. You writhed, trying to kick him off, but his other hand wrapped around your leg like a cuff and brought it down with inhuman strength. Bane then rubbed his fingertips along your slit in a torturously gentle manner, making you jump in surprise. He started pressing his thumb against your clit slowly, prolonging the uncomfortable eye contact between the two of you with a self - assured smirk that you wanted to wipe off his handsome face - but the curling of his fingers inside you prevented any thoughts of action.

“You’re already getting wet for me. Such a good girl.” The hunter noted, almost giddy with satisfaction as he kissed your sweaty forehead. You opened your mouth to deny it, but all that came out of it was a broken gasp due to the sudden change in rhythm. The noble had finally penetrated you with two fingers, thrusting in and out with a nasty sloppy sound. “Shh, don’t talk. Just stay quiet and pretty for me, doll.” He purred down your neck, taking in the pure look of shock on your face when the stinging pain turned to pleasure. After that the man assumed a steady pace, only speeding up or down when he wanted to see your hips buck in desperation. You could picture what your expression looked like right now, and it made you blush even more.

“Open your mouth.” The vampire commanded in a low, guttural way, his eyes now scarlet like the blood on his fangs. You hesitated for a moment, shaking your head, and he shoved his fingers in between your lips unceremoniously, grinning. “Don’t defy me, little one. It won’t end well. Don’t forget I hold your life in my claws.” He hummed lightly, which made the threat appear even more cruel. You let your muscles relax, letting his fingers explore your throat. Despite it all, you still weren’t ready to die. “Can’t be fucking you dry now.” The monster sneered, using your spit to lubricate his digits. After a few long, tantalizing moments he let you breathe - and your walls clenched down on nothing, throbbing in painful emptiness.

“W-why are you doing this to me?” You sobbed, ashamed of your body’s reaction to the torment. “You already defeated me, do you also need to humiliate me?” You mumbled pitifully, hoping to appeal to whatever human was left in him - but the answer was none. “Would you prefer me to take you raw, little lamb?” He smiled sadistically, staring at you from above. He seemed like a malevolent God with vengeance for anything ungodly. “Not even I am that cruel, darling.”

Bane kept going for a while, enjoying your quiet moans each time he hit a sensitive spot or brushed against your clit - and all the petty little insults you threw his way only seemed to stir him more. “I think you’re ready to take me.” He remarked, breathless, palming himself through his black slacks. The manipulation of your warm, malleable body had made him rock hard, and he couldn’t wait to feel your insides flutter around him. He lined himself up against your hole as you looked on, helpless and terrified.

“Look at me as I defile you, little mouse.” The predator ordered in a deep voice, slowly sinking his length into your quivering quim. You clenched your teeth tight and looked away, refusing to become a willing participant in your own assault. But then his fist wrapped around your neck, squeezing, and you were forced to look at him. “I said look.” He hissed with venom, tightening his grip. “I want you here and present.” He pushed his cock deeper into you, licking his lips. “I want you to feel every inch stretching you out.” He finally shoved himself around you, groaning at your velvety tightness.

“F-fuck, darling, you feel so good.” Bane thrust into you once, twice - several times. Your sobs were stuck at your swollen throat, making it hard to breathe, much less protest, but if you could, you would have screamed with full lungs. You weren’t sure whether it was the sting of the stretch, the feeling of a foreign body inside you or just your inexperience, but the heaviness and warmth of flesh on flesh made you feel hot all over.

“I am going to m-make you mine.” He moaned lewdly, gripping your hair and just pulling. You were going to lose your mind. “I will mold you into the perfect little pet, mmmh, just an… ngh… just a mindless little toy for my amusement.” The vampire swore, drunk off your pussy and the way it was sucking him in - your body didn’t care how much it hurt. It wanted more. “The bloody humans… t-they don’t need you anymore. You’re much more useful as my little f-fucktoy.” He kept debasing you, all his senses tingling with overwhelming pleasure as your hole milked him dry. “Ha-ha.” A maniacal chuckle amidst it all. “And to think you were their leader with your silly little weapons and spells. What a joke.” He pumped into you with even more ferocity, a twinge of jealousy on his face. “You were always destined to be mine. All mine.”

“N-no, I am not yours–” You suddenly evoked, finding his sadistic obsession suffocating. You were stuck underneath the beast, your back soaking in the rain as he took you apart. Once again the lamb had been sacrificed to the wolf.

“You can deny it as much as you want.” The noble mouthed, kissing your neck with scorching hot, unbearable passion. “But your body knows who it belongs to. Just look at how well you’re taking me. All of me.” He bit you again, this time just teasing - barely breaking the skin as he picked up the pace, now fucking into you like the feral demon he pretended not to be. “I want to see you blissed out again.” He sucked at your jugular, scraping against your neck until he could see the pretty blue bruises forming - and he licked them. “Fuck, I’m close. Cry for me, doll, make me cum with your pathetic little pleas. I want to hear you sing.”

You couldn’t keep quiet, you needed to let it all out - the pain, the fear, the grief. Your progress, your plans for the future, your friends, your family… all lost to the monster and its greed. So you cried - you broke down and wailed, begging for mercy as your misery echoed through the forest. Too bad no one could hear.

“Just like that.” Your enemy purred, pounding into you in short, sharp thrusts. You could feel something warm and thick fill you up, and you shivered from the horrific discomfort of unfamiliarity. The human anatomy was being challenged in front of your eyes, and you were forced to bend and break in whatever twisted way he wanted. “Take it, take it, take it–” He barked over and over, lost in orgasmic pleasure as he spread your legs further apart to gain better access to your soft insides. “Fuck.” He pulled out sharply, letting his seed pour out down your thighs.

“So pretty.” The hunter hushed, pulling you into a smothering hug. It was too hot. Too much - but you were too tired to fight. “You did so well, darling. So good for me.” He cooed in your ear, stroking your wet hair with his big, strong hand that had just taken everything from you. You found some strength within yourself to swat it away, but the monster just laughed softly, kissing your wrist. “So strong too. You must have some energy left if you still have fight in you.” He sneered lightly, looking away for a split moment. “Does this mean you’re ready for round two already?” He taunted, grabbing your hips roughly to rub himself against you.

You freezed completely, still in place. Shivering. You could feel the sniffles tightening your chest once again.

“I’m just joking, my love.” Bane chuckled, loosening his grip on you - but the predatory spark didn’t leave his lovesick gaze. “You’re so jumpy.” He gloated, caressing your shoulders in a soothing manner - although you didn’t find any comfort in his arms. “It’s okay. You will have plenty of time to adjust to me soon.” He promised gently and covered you with his long damp cloak. You looked up, confused.

“It’s time to go home.”

#yandere #male yandere #male yandere x reader #yancore #yandere smut #yandere oneshot #yandere male x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader

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theaceace · 4 months

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Hob is woken, not by the shrill cacophony of his alarm or the sunlight hitting his face where they'd forgotten to pull the curtains last night, or even the warmth of Morpheus' hands and mouth, but by the sudden dip in the mattress as another person flops onto the bed with them.

Several lifetimes' worth of instincts see him jolting awake in an instant, heart racing and sweat already beading on his back and brow. Hob may not be able to die, but he's been ambushed in his sleep more than enough times to be getting on with, ta very much, and he's not keen to do it again. Suddenly he's twenty-five, and exhausted after days of marching on Troyes, feet sore and heart sorer, waiting on a battle that never came. He's twenty-eight, and the knife that flashes in the darkness misses his throat only because Herry has ears like a bat and enough blind-foolish loyalty to leap on their attacker's back. He's seventy-three, and lying barely-conscious among the dead that need burying or burning, and he knows that he needs to rouse himself even with the arrow still in his chest, or he'll be burnt or buried with them. He's two-hundred and sixty-four, and they've come to the home he'd made for his family, to drag him from the bed he had shared with his wife some thirty years before, and haul him away as a witch.

He's gripped now by the same fear, and it has him up and moving, one hand fumbling at the bedside table for anything with enough heft to dent a skull before he realises that none of his attackers have ever smelt like peaches.

Beside him, Morpheus shifts just enough to free his face from the clutches of his pillow.

“That key was given to you for use in emergencies, my sibling,” he says, voice thick with sleep and the cotton pillowcase.

Desire stretches luxuriously between them and smiles, fox-sharp, at Morpheus. They roll their head to look at him – beneath the perfume and sweat and wet pavement smell of them, Hob catches a sour waft of alcohol.

“Oh but my dear brother, this is an emergency,” they say, and – look, Hob has been drunk enough to recognise the exquisitely deliberate care at the edges of their words. He huffs a little, pushes himself up so that he can slap a hand on the bedside lamp and blink furiously against the sudden light. It takes a few seconds for his vision to clear, and he rubs his hands over his face in a vain effort to convince himself that this is some new nightmare that Daniel is testing out, before he gives in to the inevitable and turns to examine their guest.

"And what could possibly be so pressing at –" Morpheus snatches Desire's wrist up to stare blearily at their watch "– two thirty-seven in the morning? That could not be expressed in a phone call or wait until a reasonable hour?"

"Do you know, brother mine, how many partners I found to dance with? Whose desire for me, once so integral as to be a given, I had to simply guess at? To read in the curve of a smile or the enticing lull of a question? I didn't know them, not a one, and can you guess, sweet Dream, how many of them took me to their beds?"

And Hob has heard quite enough of that. He stretches and tosses back the sheets, while Morpheus shoots him a filthy glower that softens immediately into a plea for respite with his sole visible eye. Desire either doesn't notice this silent communication, or doesn't care.

“None!” They crow gleefully, clasping their hands, and Morpheus scowls as he's jostled in place.

It's not that Hob wants to leave him to fend for himself against his sibling, only that he doesn’t fancy being in the firing line when Morpheus inevitably snaps and thumps Desire with a pillow.

Doing an admirable job of ignoring Morpheus' wounded expression, Hob groans and lurches himself in the vague direction of the kitchen. Might as well put the kettle on for this.

"Jasmine or apple tea, love?" He calls. No sense having any caffeine now. If they're lucky, Desire will wear themself out quickly and they'll be able to go back to sleep before the alarm goes off.

"Apple, if you would," Morpheus replies.

"Ooh, I'll have jasmine if you're making."

"Didn't ask you!" Hob shouts back, already adding a spoon of sugar to the third mug he'd fetched down for them.

“Oh, so forceful! You know, if you ever get tired of my stick-in-the-mud brother here…” Desire trails off meaningfully, and Hob snorts, smiling a little to himself. They know full well it's not going to happen, however much or little they remember about his desires, and even if he were – impossibly – to change his mind about Morpheus, they'd get bored of him soon enough.

He sets all three mugs on a tray, and grabs a pack of chocolate digestives while he's at it. Morpheus would never admit to being fond of them, but he doesn't need to. Hob's watched him absent-mindedly devour most of a packet while he pecks one-handed at the keyboard. Besides, Desire could probably do with something to line their stomach.

“Is being human always this delightfully contradictory? So baffling and solid and… damp?” Desire asks, lifting their head just enough to peer at Hob as he re-enters the room. It's a moot question, of course. They've been human long enough now to know that the answer is, largely, yes.

“Often. But do you know, my sibling, the very best part of being human?” Desire turns lazily to look at Morpheus, smiling wide. Their lipstick today is dark purple, and smudged at the corners of their mouth.

“Mm, do tell. You know how much I crave your… wisdom,” they say, rolling the words indulgently over their tongue. Hob sighs and nudges Morpheus’ book to one side so he can set the tray down on the nightstand on his side of the bed.

“It is that it is no longer against the Old Laws for me to do this,” Morpheus says, planting one foot against their side and shoving hard enough that they topple off the bed with an outraged squawk and undignified thump. There's a blessed moment of stillness, the same kind of breathless anticipation that Hob remembers from the battlefield, before the charge and the mud and the pain. Then they pop back up over the side of the bed with a cry and launch themself at Morpheus. He'd be more worried if he couldn’t hear the laughter in their voice, nor see how their outstretched hands target Morpheus’ ribs and armpits, rather than his eyes.

Hob's sisters have been dead for centuries now, but he remembers this well enough. Maybe if the Endless had ever been anything like children, they might have gotten all of the murderous posturing out of the way before they grew up enough for it to be a problem, he muses. Still. Better late than never.

He takes a sip of his own tea and grabs a biscuit. Lord knows he won't get a look in once Morpheus has finished trying to jam his elbow into Desire's stomach and realises they're there.

“It was never against the Old Laws for you to be a bastard, which is lucky because you always were one!” Desire gasps, writhing away from Morpheus’ pointy limbs. Hob's been at the receiving end of those elbows before, and even when Morpheus is being gentle, they're decently sharp. He wonders idly if either of them'll tire of this before their tea goes cold, and decides not to intervene either way. Serve them both right if they have to drink cold tea.

“You tried to kill me!”

“Don't tell me you're still hung up on that?”

“I am, because you tried to kill me!”

“Well it's not like it worked!”

Not really the point, Hob reckons, but then again he's had plenty of mates that have tried to kill him.

“More by good fortune than good judgment,” Morpheus hisses.

“Oh, so you admit to your poor judgment?”

Hob snorts, and the wounded look Morpheus swings towards him would fell a lesser man. Hob takes another biscuit.

“Ha!” Desire takes advantage of his momentary distraction to lock their arms around his shoulders and blow a loud raspberry against his cheek. Hob doesn’t think he's entirely successful in hiding his smile. Morpheus doesn't even try to hide his look of disgust.

Well, he had to learn the downsides of being an older brother at some point, Hob supposes.

Judging that the worst of the scrapping is over, he perches on the edge of the bed and pats Morpheus’ flank idly. Desire, loose-limbed with alcohol and triumph, flops over him to reach for their tea. Morpheus magnanimously doesn't jab his fingers into their exposed side.

“Thank you, Robert darling,” Desire says, eyes half-lidded as they drink. It comes out far less coquettish than Hob imagines they intended; too genuinely content. Morpheus sighs, and frowns, and doesn't quite do a good enough job of hiding his own ease as he sits up and leans against Hob.

“I suppose you intend to stay the night?” Morpheus asks. There's nothing of the dignified dreamlord about him now, with his hair flattened on one side and just a little lank, and pillow creases on his cheek. He peers at Desire, half of his weight still supported by Hob, who takes another slurp of tea and polishes off the last of his biscuit. It's still unbelievable, sometimes, that he may see his dour and distant old stranger like this. Something tangible, something grounded, something he can hold. Unbelievable, too, after the way they had almost parted, after the way Morpheus had almost –

Well. Doesn't bear thinking about, really.

“Mm, yes, if you'll have me.” Do they have to work to make everything they say sound like a double entendre, Hob wonders, or does it come naturally? He's not entirely sure they even notice they're doing it.

“You're always welcome,” Hob says. “Guest room's all made up, and there's a spare toothbrush under the sink you can have.”

“How very kind. Dream, dear, isn't your man kind?”

“Unreasonably so.”

“Ta, love,” Hob says, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Desire rolls their eyes theatrically, as though that might mask how their expression softens. “Now drink your tea, I'd like to get a few more hours’ sleep before I need to get up.”

Morpheus grumbles but straightens up, plucking his mug from the nightstand and cradling it in one hand while he reaches for a biscuit with the other.

“Should we expect any of our other siblings to join us tonight?” He asks, managing somehow not to spray crumbs everywhere as he does so, which is a bit unfair. Hob has centuries more experience talking through mouthfuls of crumbly biscuits, and he still can't do as good a job of it. “I take it you did not venture out alone this night.”

“No I didn't, but don't worry,” Desire says, tilting their head back as they drain their mug, a neat ring of purple left behind on the ceramic. “My sweet twin is unlikely to make an appearance. I certainly hope, at least – she went home with that little exorcist friend of yours. If she comes here, then something’s gone dreadfully wrong.”

They grin, cat with the cream pleased at the expression on Morpheus’ face, and flick their hand in something like a wave. “Well, goodnight brother! Robert.”

They flounce away towards the spare room, and Hob presses his smile into the curve of Morpheus’ shoulder.

“I hate them,” Morpheus grumbles. Hob kisses the bony jut of skin where his t-shirt has slipped, once, twice.

“No you don't,” he says. Morpheus sighs, sets his mug down, and returns to hold Hob's face still for a proper kiss. Not that Hob would try to get out of it.

“No,” he agrees softly, pulling Hob down with him for a cuddle onto pillows that still smell a little of peaches. “No. I do not.”

#dreamling #dream of the endless #desire of the endless #hob gadling #This was originally going to be part of 'Em's retirement home for wayward Endless'#in which Dream retired and all of the other Endless followed (except destruction who didn't want someone else saddled with the job)#A sort of 5+1 thing with each of the ex-endless siblings interacting with dream and hob #and 1 of the current endless #But unfortunately my brain isn't up to that so you guys get this instead #Anyway I think a lot of problems would have been solved if Dream and Desire had gone through developmental stages like regular siblings #Here we see the 'toddler' phase. Hob is lucky they're not biting each other #Not exactly a writing tag

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aries-rp-corner · 5 months

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The time has come…night has finally come. Aries was at the front lines as she looked up to the sky…watching the Moon slowly turning red by the second. She can feel a heavy pressure forming in the air, until the Moon was now devoured in red. Looking out to the sea as it reflected the red color of the moon, it looked like someone stained the ocean in pure blood… The heavy pressure returned as a screech broke the silence as something swift grabbed a grunt, Aries in a quick response threw one of her Sickles to the figure. Making it cry out in pain as she now sees the grunt fall back on deck, confused and terrified from what the poor soul had experienced ... but the poor man felt like he'd been stabbed…and stabbed he was as he looked over to see the puncture wounds began to leak out blood and something else… Aries knew what that was as she ordered the others who were holding the antidote to quickly help their fellow grunt.

Aries meanwhile, looked around to find the “Pokémon” that landed the first attack, seeing a shadow swiftly flying by. Until feeling a strong breeze behind her, looking up to see a different type of Wyvern Pokémon. Landing down as dark energy gathered around the Wyvern until it shrunk in size to see a silhouette of a man. Finally it was revealed to be Durai, glaring down at Aries as she felt something sharp smacking her in the face.

“You had the nerve to cut my Wife, not once, but twice you stupid fox. Now, where is that leader of yours? I hope he made the right choice to spare the lives of his…“men”…from a bloodbath.” Durai spoke heavy with anger, along with curiosity of what Ghetsis chose his answer… The sound of speakers echoed all around the ship. “Ghetsis.~ I hope you made the right choice to give me Kyurem and now for that bastard of your son to give me both of the dragons. Now…I know you are in no condition to fight, so what answer did you choose?” Durai waited to hear the Lord of Plasma, until hearing dark chuckle from the PA.

“I am not giving up Kyurem without a fight. Fight us if you dare, but we will not bow to anyone to the likes of you!!” Ghetsis roared out, Durai gave a look of annoyance from the answer. Standing tall as he examined the grunts, Aries, and the Plasma Frigate. Until finally glaring down at the souls in front of him. “If you want them so bad, fight me for them! Even if I fall, I will not give them up!!”

“You all made your grave. Cipher! Show no mercy!! Leave no living soul alive!!” Durai roared out as he snapped his clawed fingers. Instantly, the Peons quickly climbed on board through the ocean and some in the air landing down as Cipher attack with full force. Aries staggered back up, holding her mouth as she tasted blood and her hand confirmed it, yet thanks to that Durai is now looming over Aries with a look that’s full of rage and annoyance…but fear as well? “If your family didn’t help Nasrin in the past, you wouldn’t be here. I don’t know how you survived my wife’s attack but I WILL make sure you stay dead!” He opened his claws in an attempt to slash her, but the only thing he felt with ripping what remained of her scarf and a Moon Sickle cutting his cheek.

“My family has been doing this ever since she found us, it was our kindness and urge to protect others is what led us here now! I’m not sure she saw my family’s future, but she knew how to pick ‘em!” Aries then grabbed her knife as she placed it between her jaws and whipped back her Sickle. “And she is making sure you fall tonight.” Durai looked very confused until he looked up to the sky. Seeing a yellow star and clouds forming in a shape of a fox consuming the moon. Even as rain descend from the sky, making Durai feel a familiar chill running through his body as he sees the woman’s eyes glowing piercing gold-yellow. All he saw was a ghost from his past returning one finally time to make sure he stays buried. “You wanted to fight, now stand and fight! If you want Kyurem, Zekrom, and Reshiram you’ll have to pry them out from ALL of our cold dead hands!”

“So be it….If you think you’re a hero, then die like one!” Durai roared with fury as he reformed back into a Wyvern like beast, delivering his roar across the entire Frigate. He and his Organization will not falter.

#pokémon rp #pokémon roleplay #tag: open interaction #Tag: Bloodmoon Siege #Tag: Plasma vs Cipher #Tag: The Fox that ate the Red Moon #tag: interaction #tag: team cipher trouble

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aftgficrec · 6 months

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hi I'm so excited I caught you guys open :D

I was wondering if you guys could find some fics where Neil brings up his past in casual conversation or his past gets brought up because of something he said or did

Also I've read a lot of the older soulmate fics where they can feel each other's pain or communicate telepathically and stuff like that but was wondering if there are any new ones :)

Ty u so much <333

There is so much material here I decided to split it into 2 parts, one with fics about Neil’s past, and one devoted to soulmate aus. Enjoy! - S

references to Neil’s past:

people Neil met on the run here

Foxes learn about Neil's past here

The Foxes react to Neil’s life here

The Foxes react to Neil’s scars here

The Foxes react to Mary’s abuse here

videos of neil on the run here

Neil’s secrets unravel here

Neil says ‘it’s fine I’ve had worse’ here

Neil shows off his knife skills here

‘The Bet’ here

‘here I am, there you go again’ here

‘I'm not broken (I'm made for a mosaic)’ and ‘More Afterthoughts, Chapter 39’ here

‘arrivals/departures’ here

‘TFC minifics...’ Ch 23 here

‘heavy hands, heavy hearts’ here

‘"I've endured far worse"’ here

‘it whistles through the ghosts still left behind’ here

you may also like:

Neil with languages/accents here

Neil with languages/accents 2 here

‘No straighter path than to struggle’ here

Neil also shows off his knife and language skills in ‘I Hope You Lie To Me’ here (ch. 9)

Neil’s past:

Andrew, I'm fine by AceSirenSinger [Rated T, 2081 words, complete, 2023]

Andrew passes through the door into the ensuite bathroom, and he freezes an instant before he understands why. The bathroom tile is smudged red, just so. Someone bled here, and then wiped it, too quickly. Andrew wants to call for Neil, but he is suddenly unsure if he is alone in his apartment.

tw: nightmares, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: knives, tw: violence

Killer Bunny by godless_writer [Rated T, 6661 words, complete, 2023]

Neil started his second year in college thinking his past was behind him. His father was dead, Riko was dead, he was no longer running – nothing left to hide from. At least that is what he thought before six FBI agents barged into his team’s practice one day. Or The team finds out Neil had to kill some of his father’s men while on the run.

tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: panic attacks

Bound for Error by confusedtoadd [Rated M, 22759 words, incomplete, last updated July 2023]

“You claim you’ve left your truth bare, yet you still lie, interesting don’t you think Nathaniel?” Neil was paralyzed, stuck between begging for her to stop and strangling her. They were a mix of his parents' wishes, his father's anger was bubbling over, his mother's survival instincts charged his legs with vigor. “Perhaps I should have stepped in sooner. No matter, they will know the truth soon, you did promise no more running, Nathaniel.” OR The foxes react to Neils life, pre-canon included.

tw: implied/referenced suicide attempt, tw: implied/referenced suicidal thoughts, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: violence, tw: blood & gore, tw: torture, tw: abuse, tw: psychological abuse, tw: panic attacks

Secrets by The_stars_ship_us [Rated T, 1265 words, complete, 2023]

Matt sees Neil's scars for the first time and Neil wakes up, still sleepy, and feels comfortable and safe enough to speak in his true accent

tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: scars

The Best That You Can Hope For (is to die in your sleep) by Major_816 [Not Rated, 10840 words, complete, 2022]

The first time O’Malley saw the kid was in a low-level underground gambling ring, walls crawling with asbestos and next to every bastard inside armed with something sharp if not something packed with warped metal and gunpowder. He couldn’t have been more than thirteen, but he surveyed the crowd of the room with years more experience than he should have. There were scars cutting across exposed bits of skin, sick looking in the light of the place and stretching hotel-bible-page-thin over crooked bones. He was a wispy thing. Nothing more than a scrap of a boy stitched together. O’Malley was half-convinced a strong wind might blow him over, but the kid turned, those quick and clever eyes burning across the room and O’Malley could recognize that sort of fight instinct. He saw him again half a year later in Northern Florida.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: scars, tw: panic attacks, tw: dissociation

Broken bones by All_for_the_andreil [Rated T, 1126 words, complete, 2021]

Neil gets injured during a game and freaks out. Andrew finds out what exactly happened to Neil in Baltimore.

tw: implied/referenced torture

I guess I can drop the accent now by poly_pr1nce [Rated M (we say T), 495 words, complete, 2020, locked]

Neil reveals the final thing he's been hiding about himself after the Foxes win against the Ravens and Riko's death

...'ah yes, my shirt will cover this' by @jingerhead [tumblr, 2021]

This prompt is great, I've read some angsty fics about Neil getting hurt and they're great BUT I love the idea of Neil getting stabbed and he's just like.....'ah yes, my shirt will cover this' and everyone notices right away. I think something super angst or something more lighthearted would be equally great haha!

tw: injuries

Art

what’s life on the run like? art by @meaucrow

Thinking about all he went through trying to survive art by @microolli

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000marie198 · 8 months

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Done!

Prime Bros being the sillies they are. Enjoy!

Damage Control

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Urgent loud shouts mixed in with sounds of growling and struggling can be heard by every flicky and critter having the misfortune of passing by the recently expanded workshop in Green Hill.

"Nine! No!"

"Let me at him! I'll rip his tails out!"

Inside the living room, the source of most of the growling is barely being held back by two others who look like him as he struggles against them to attack the one in front.

"Hey-! Calm down, he was joking!"

"Aye not be joking, brother. Lad sword fights like a limp rope."

"Sails," Tails grunts, both his arms wrapped around their angry, trigger-happy brother, "I swear to Chaos if you don't shut up right now- Woah!"

There's a crash as one very pissed off multi tailed fox manages to push him off and pounces at the pirate, only to hit the coffee table as Sails dodges the attack with an infuriating grin.

"That's some sloppy footwork there."

It has the intended effect of riling the other up even more.

Tails rubs his temples and lets out a sigh of frustration, his namesakes whipping around in agitation. The noises become louder and a startled yelp from Mangey is heard amongst the ruckus. The youngest fox then lets out a growl of his own and pounces at Nine, clinging to his face and trying to pull him back.

The metal tailed fox makes a startled yip, Mangey barks and Sails is unable to stop himself as he snorts and breaks up into amused cackles.

"Beaten by a hug, eh? Never thought I'd see the day."

Tails' ears twitch as they catch the subtle sound of several clicks and low hum, the young aviator instantly recognizing the sound of his brother's namesakes activating.

"Oh no…"

He's running towards the two and grabbing the metal appendages before they could snap towards their laughing idiot of a brother who has zero self preservation skills. Where is Sonic when you need him?

Nine scowls at him, having pried Mangey free from his face and holding the young fox in his arms with far too much gentleness than he'd ever admit.

"Let go, Tails."

"Yeah right. So you two can break more furniture?"

"No," he rolls his eyes, "so I can teach him just how 'awful' I am at combat." He sends the pirate a heated glare.

"Tch," said pirate scoffs from behind Tails. "Very awful, I'd reckon."

"The only combat you are good at is swinging around a large knife."

"And yet, I still managed to defeat you the other day."

"You cheated."

Tails and Mangey share a look, one pair of blue eyes brimming with exasperation and the other with concern.

What do we do? The latter seem to ask.

Tape them to the wall, Tails' mind supplies. He ignores it. He values his stash of mint candies far too much to risk it.

"Pirate." Sails singsongs in response to Nine's earlier statement.

That does it for the other. Their brother places Mangey down and frees his artificial appendages in one smooth movement - Tails being pushed off for the second time in five minutes - before jumping on the pirate without warning, this time succeeding in tackling him as the two start battling like wild cats.

"Oh come on!" The only civilized fox in the room groans, flinching at the sound of something shattering. His frustration is replaced by horror as he realizes what exactly was broken.

"My tablet!" Tails exclaims and glares at the two, throwing every ounce of forgiveness and maturity out the window to pounce on them with a vengeful yell, immediately getting pulled into the ball of wildly intense scuffle.

Mangey watches the escalated fight in bewilderment for a total of two seconds before he jumps into the fray with a battle cry of his own.

Voices and snarls and words mix up into a cacophony of noises until it's impossible to tell the four apart, further crashes sounding out as the ball of fighting fox kits rolls around the place without any regard for the furniture.

Moments later, a distant sonicboom sounds somewhere outside, drowned out by the noise in the living room.

An unnatural gust of wind ruffles the fur of the foxes seconds before the front door slams open and a blue hedgehog merrily trudges in.

"I'm home! You guys won't believe what I…" Sonic trails off as he takes note of the toppled pieces of furniture and sees a fluffy ball of struggling, snarling foxes.

"Woah… What happened in here?"

At the sound of his voice, Mangey lights up with joy and immediately rolls out of the pile to greet his big brother with a grateful hug before sprinting off into a different room, Sonic barely catching sight of the superficial scratches on him. Tails follows the younger's example in extracting himself and leaves the other two vulpines to snap at each other.

"Sonic!" He exclaims, "Thank goodness you're finally here!" He then approaches Sonic and gives his shoulder a sympathetic pat, a relieved grin breaking out on his muzzle that has the hedgehog's brows furrowing in suspicion.

"They're all yours."

"Huh- What?"

Tails doesn't answer and is already running off into his lab with a broken tablet in hand by the time Sonic realizes what he has been left with.

Sonic thanks Chaos that he still knows how to handle stubborn fox kits.

"Alright, you two, break it up," he lightly scolds as he scruffs them both up so they are left limply dangling from his hold.

The simultaneous, ''He started it!'' has him conflicted on sympathizing with tired parents and feeling proudly overjoyed that Nine is finally starting to act his age.

And even knowing Tails and Mangey purposefully left him alone to handle two rough housing foxes and feeling the briefest twinge of exasperation, Sonic cannot help but let out a fond smile.

#prime bros #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sth #sonic prime #miles tails prower #tails nine #nine the fox #mangey the fox #mangey tails #sails tails #sails the fox #sonic prime nine #sonic prime mangey #sonic prime sonic #prime sonic #prime tails #sonic prime tails

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beardedmrbean · 5 months

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A Maine food truck owner said he shot and injured a man in self-defense after the man wielded a knife at motorists and threatened to kill people ahead of a holiday parade in the New England town.

"You always anticipate dealing with danger in a certain way, but you never know how you will react or how it would play out until you actually live it. It all happened so fast but in slow motion at the same time," Addy's food truck owner David Poto told Fox News Digital of the incident that unfolded on Dec. 1.

Poto and his family were setting up their food truck business in Sanford in the late afternoon on Dec. 1, ahead of the town’s Christmas tree lighting event and "Holly Daze" parade, when Poto spotted the man.

Poto said he witnessed the unidentified man wielding a knife at motorists and threatening to kill them. He initially confronted the man without showing him he was holding a concealed firearm behind his leg, Poto told the Portsmouth Herald.

FEMALE GUN OWNERSHIP EXPLODES AS WOMEN VOW TO BE 'THEIR OWN FIRST RESPONDERS'

Poto told local media that he got the man's attention while he stood near traffic, leading the man to allegedly respond: "I’m going to kill you" and "I’m going to stab you."

Poto explained his wife was standing near their food truck, as the couple’s four young daughters watched a Christmas movie inside the vehicle.

"I didn’t want to escalate anything," Poto said. "But I knew the danger was coming toward us. Worst-case scenario, I was prepared."

PHILADELPHIA CONCEALED GUN HOLDER ACTED IN SELF-DEFENSE, FATALLY SHOOTING ATTACKER AT CEMETERY: DA

The food truck owner said he tried to calm the man and get him to sit down, but that the suspect continued walking toward Poto, even when the business owner pulled out his firearm.

"He didn’t care," Poto said of the man’s reaction when he pulled out his Glock, according to the Portsmouth Herald.

Poto said that out of fear for his family’s safety and his own, he fired his gun and struck the man in the leg.

"I was trying to avoid his arteries," Poto said. "I didn’t want to kill him."

The man reportedly fell to the ground in pain and started shouting the word "rape" and accusing Poto of "shooting a woman."

Police said in a press release that they received a report of a man who was shot around 3:52 p.m. Friday. Witnesses told investigators they saw a man standing in traffic and yelling at cars while holding a knife before he was shot by Poto.

"This male approached a food truck that was parked in the parking lot of T-Mobile," police stated in the press release. "There was a confrontation with the owner of the truck and the male with the knife. The male with the knife was shot."

The parade kicked off shortly after, at 5:30 p.m., with the tree lighting following the festive parade.

Poto said he now has trouble sleeping, and that his daughters are "completely shook up."

"I hate the fact that somebody had to get hurt," he told the Portsmouth Herald. "I hate the fact that he put me in that position in the first place. I didn’t want any part of it."

FOILED: FIVE TIMES ARMED CITIZENS FOUGHT BACK AGAINST ATTACKERS IN 2022

"Those first few days were like a constant adrenaline rush, between the incident itself, talking to the police, wondering what happens next for our business, coping with the trauma, and the social media chatter," Poto told Fox News Digital.

"[Poto and his wife] looked at each other on Thursday, one of our most profitable weekdays, and we just couldn't bring ourselves to open. I think the weight of it all just sort of hit us," he added.

Locals organized a rally in support of the Poto family and their food truck – their main source of income – this past Friday.

"We know that they suffered a traumatic event and also lost a very busy night right at the holiday season," fellow local business owner Jason Cole, who organized the event, said, according to the Portsmouth Herald. "We are honored to help them out... to show them that the community supports them and will help them recover."

The suspect was taken to a local hospital and listed in critical condition.

Police are still investigating the matter.

"The community support just takes our breath away. I think everyone around us knew what we needed before we did, which we will be eternally grateful for," Poto said of the support he and his family received from the community.

#nunyas news #fafo

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starsfic · 1 day

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Hello! I saw that your requests were open. I was wondering if you could draw MK hurt and Wukong being absolutely furious and protecting him from the attacker? It's fine if you don't feel comfy with it!

@flying-cat-with-magic: Thank you for answering prompts, you wonderful person. I have another one if you are willing. MK actually gets hurt in a demon fight, and Wukong goes absolutely feral defending his cub. (If you can’t tell, I’m a massive Wukong simp.)

The Monkie Kid was down.

The fox felt a laugh come out as they landed, their knife gleaming with blood. The princess would be more than pleased to hear the Demon Bull Prince's little bodyguard was down. She could more than take advantage...

A hand grabbed their shoulder and squeezed hard enough that there was a crack. They leaned their head back and felt the blood drain from their face.

Sun Wukong grinned, all teeth bared and eyes bloody red.

"Pray for death."

#my writing #Sun Wukong #LMK #Monkie Kid #LEGO Monkie Kid #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #prompt fill #prompt fic

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mydarllinglover · 10 months

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Alone || Brothers reunited

"The Governor, that's really what he's called?" Natalia asked Michonne as the car packed full of people drove down the road.

"Says its a nickname, acts embarrassed by it." Michonne said in a low voice.

"See, Nat, that's a nickname, so is Rick, y'know, for Richard. But the governor? No, does he tell anyone his name?"

"No."

"Interesting." Natalia sighed. "I mean, I wanted to be prime minister when I was 8, until I realised we didn't have those."

"Stop here" Michonne said, louder than their previous conversation.

Rick parked the car offside the road, beside the woods.

Everyone climbed out the car.

"They have patrols, we're better off on foot." Michonne told everyone.

"How far?" Rick asked. "Nights coming."

"It's a mile. Maybe two."

A lone walker was catching up to them.

"I got it." Natalia called out as the others unloaded the car, walking up to the undead woman and putting her down, wiping her knife on the woman's ripped and stained dress.

She caught up to the others into the woods, skipping past Daryl and Rick to walk ahead, she could hear them talking.

She pulled out her ponytail, brushing it with her fingers, before doing it back up, braiding it tightly with the other band around her arm, making sure it wouldn't cause an obstacle.

As they continued to walk, a small herd of walkers came out from the trees heading for them.

"Get down!" Rick hissed. "In formation, no gunfire." He instructed, heading for the closest one, slinging his machete through its head and kicking it down.

Natalia dropped a few, using a body to shove at another, causing it to fall to the ground.

"There's too many of them." Daryl grumbled as more came from behind, surrounding the group.

"This way." Rick pointed down a path, the rest following.

Natalia had missed the memo, taking down another before her arm was grabbed, being dragged backwards.

She went to stab the offender before realising it was Daryl.

"Come on." He told her, letting go so she could run on her own.

"Through there. Come on." Rick shouted, continuing to run through trees, heading for a cabin.

The five rushed to the door, rick pushing it open as they got inside.

"Get the door." He told Michonne, who was the last one in.

"Eurgh!" Natalia groaned, covering her mouth and nose.

"Keep it down. Keep it down!" Rick hushed.

"The smell, it's loud." Daryl picked up, also covering his mouth and nose as he looked around for the culprit.

"What the hell is that?" Oscar asked as they all looked down on something horrid looking.

"It's got to be a fox or what's left of one." Daryl guessed.

Rick shined his flashlight on it, revealing a dog.

"Guess Lassie went home." Daryl commented.

Pounding on the door started as the walkers reached the cabin.

In the darkness, they found a bed, blankets were piled high, covering what looked like a body.

Both Daryl and Natalia held knifes in case of attack.

Rick slowly reached for the duvet, yanking it back to reveal a man jumping out of bed.

"Ah! Who the hell are you?" He shouted when everyone jumped back.

"We don't mean any harm." Rick surrounded.

"Get outta ma house!"

"Okay, okay, okay, we will, but we can't right now."

"Now!"

"Shut him up" Michonne hissed.

"Get out, right now!"

"There are walkers outside!" Rick explained.

Natalia was getting agitated as the walkers continued to pound against the house.

"I'll call the cops!" He continued to shout.

"I am a cop." Rick tried to reassure the man, but it wasn't enough for Natalia.

She stepped towards the man on silent steps.

Rick continued to talk, seeing what Natalia was up to but kept his eyes on the man to not alert him.

"Show me your badge!" The man said, raising his gun up to Ricks face.

Natalia reached out, plunging her knife into the mans skull, letting his body drop to the ground, the gun he was holding, fired into the wall, causing a hole to appear in the wood.

"I thought you were gonna knock him out!" Rick hissed.

"I don't know how to do that, he was making too much noise, I panicked!" She admitted, throwing her hands up in surrender.

Daryl walked towards the door, checking outside.

"Remember the Alamo?" He asked.

"Help me with the door" Rick sighed, picking up the man, Daryl helping.

"You've got to be kidding." Oscar shook his head.

"He's dead. Check the back." Rick told him.

Oscar did as told, heading to the back door, as the two men held the man up so that Michonne could get ready to open the front door.

"Its clear." Oscar called out.

"One... two... three" Rick counted down.

Michonne threw the door open, Rick and Daryl throwing the body out and slamming the door back shut.

They all headed out the back door, sneaking around so that they didn't alert the walkers that weren't feasting on Natalia's latest kill.

It was night time by the time they reached the town, sneaking round cars to examine the area.

"Hey" Daryl whispered, sneaking up beside Natalia. "When we get back, gonna teach you how to put down someone without killing them."

"Why, if you need to put someone down, there's a high likely chance you don't need them alive." She shrugged.

"Cause that ain't always the case."

There was two people stood on top of the wall of tires, one stood by a big light that over looked the deserted road, and one paced.

The one stood by the light shortly stepped away, being replaced by an older looking man in a cap.

"We should just take them out, they just swapped shifts, so no one will be coming round for a while" Natalia whispered.

"No." Rick hushed.

Michonne snuck away, ignoring Rick calling her back.

"Damn it," He cursed. "Alright, we need to downsize."

"Ain't no way we're gonna check in all those buildings" Daryl said. "Not with all them guards there."

"That's why I'm saying we just shoot them down."

A twig snapped, alerting that Michonne had come back.

"Alright lets go." Rick said, following the woman.

"Why does no one ever listen to me." Natalia grumbled as she followed.

Michonne had led them through a hole into a building with shelves of food and tables.

"This is where you were held?" Rick asked her.

"I was questioned."

"Any idea where else they could be?"

"I thought you said there was a curfew." Daryl whispered, looking behind a curtain at a street full of people.

"The streets are packed during the day, those are stragglers."

"If anyone comes in here, we're sitting ducks." Rick said. "We gotta move."

"They could be in his apartment." Michonne thought out loud.

The three looked at the woman, Oscar continued to keep his eye out.

"Yeah, what if they ain't?" Daryl asked.

"Then we'll look somewhere else"

"How do we know this isn't just some ploy." Natalia accused.

"You said you could help us."

"I'm doing what I can." Michonne defended herself.

"Then where the hell are they?" Oscar asked.

"Hey" Rick whispered, walking away and nodding for everyone but Michonne to follow.

"If this goes south, we're cutting her loose." Rick told them.

"You think she's leading us into a trap?" Oscar asked.

"Feels like it, she's keeping something from us" Natalia said, getting an itchy feeling.

"Nah, right now its a blind leading a blind." Daryl mused. "Lets split up."

A knocking at the door halted their conversation, before it was being unlocked, a man walking through.

"I know you're in here" The man said. "I saw you moving from outside. Alright now. You know you're not supposed to be in here."

Natalia grabbed a jar from off one of the shelves, jumping up from her hiding place and away from the others, Rick tried to stop her but she was moving too fast.

"Sorry, its just me." She smiled bashfully at the man. "I was just grabbing some..." She looked at the label, reading horseradish. "Horseradish. I just ran out, but I didn't wanna bother you." She tucked her hair behind her ear, laying on the innocent act, thickly.

"Ah, thas alrigh' Darlin', but y'know, you can't be coming in here at late hours of the day, especially after curfew."

"Yeah, but I was just really craving Horseraddish, and it was all gone, and you know how it is, I'm sure you can let this stay between just us, right." She patted his shoulder.

"Say, how long you been at Woodbury?" The man said, seeming to not be able to recognise the woman.

"Oh, uhm quite some time now... y'know."

"I just, I don't think I've seen much of you around, and I couldn't forget a pretty face like that, maybe I should go see the Gover-“

Rick jumped up, pushing the man against the wall and raising his gun in the mans face.

"Shut up, get on your knees." The man did as he was told. "Hands behind your back. Zip tie him." He told Daryl.

"Where are our people?" Rick asked him.

"I don't know" The man shook his head, paling at the sight of a gun aimed at him.

"You are holding some of our people. Where the hell are they?"

"I don't know." He repeated.

"Open your mouth." Rick said, shoving a white cloth in the mans mouth.

Daryl whacked his crossbow against the mans head, knocking the man out.

She ignored the look he gave her as Rick dragged the man back into the building.

"Y'know I was dealing with it, right?" Natalia asked Rick.

Gunshots aired causing them to make up the decision to leave immediately.

Rick opened the door, sneaking out.

They headed towards to where the gunshots came from, sneaking around what looked like a warehouse of sorts.

The group hid behind a metal sheet, acting as a wall as they listened out to people walking around and talking, their weapons aimed in front.

"On your feet. Move" A man ordered.

"Shit." Rick muttered, him and Daryl pulling out Flash bang cannisters out of a bag, releasing them and throwing to where the people were walking towards, bolting the other way.

"What the hell was that?!" One of the people shouted out, the enemies ducked and coughed on the fog.

Rick led the way back in, his gun locked and loaded as he waited for movement.

They eventually found Maggie and Glenn, Rick and Daryl helped an injured Glenn stand as Natalia grabbed Maggie, leading her away.

The people shot into the clouded room, Daryl followed behind the group, shooting back.

They ran through the street, as shadows of people floated past.

"Inside, quick!" Rick hissed when they passed a building.

Natalia ran for the door, opening it and letting everyone else in.

The door slammed from the outside.

"Are you okay?" She asked the recently rescued pair, passing Maggie a cloth so that she could wipe the blood off Glenn's face.

"Aint no way out back here." Daryl called out, looking around the room.

"Rick, how did you find us?" Maggie asked.

"How bad are you hurt?" Rick asked Glenn.

"I'll be alright." Glenn struggled to say, clearly lying.

"Where's that women?" Maggie brought attention to the missing person.

"I thought Michonne was right behind me." Natalia said, not being able to locate her either.

Rick looked behind the curtain and onto the now busy street.

"Maybe she was spotted." Oscar suggested

"Want me to go look for her?" Daryl asked.

"I'll help." Natalia offered.

"No, we gotta get them out of here. She's on her own."

"Daryl, this was Merle." Glenn told the redneck.

"Who's Merle?" Natalia asked.

"Daryl's brother" Maggie answered.

"You saw him?" Rick asked.

"Face to face. Threw a Walker at me. Was gonna execute us.”

"So my brothers this "governor"?" Daryl growled.

"No, he's somebody else." Maggie replied. "Your brothers his lieutenant or something."

"He knows I'm still with you?"

"He does now. Rick, I'm sorry. We told them where the prison was. We couldn't hold out."

"Don't, no need to apologise." Rick patted his leg, moving to look outside again.

"I'm gonna kill this sick son of a bitch." Natalia grumbled, checking her ammo, she didn't miss how Maggie was wearing Glenn's shirt.

"They're gonna be looking for us." Maggie said.

"We have to get back. Can you walk?" Rick asked Glenn. "We got a car a few miles out."

"I'm good."

"Rick, we have to end this, before we give him a chance to start anything back at home, he clearly was desperate to know where we are." Natalia said gesturing to Glenn and Maggie.

"No, we need to get them out of here."

"Hey, if Merles around, I need to see him." Daryl told him.

"Not now, we're in hostile territory."

"He's my brother. I ain't-"

"Look what he did! Look, we gotta we gotta get out of here now."

"Maybe I can talk to him. Maybe I can work something out." Daryl was almost pleading.

"No, no, no. You're not thinking straight. Look, no matter what they say, they're hurt. Glenn can barely walk. How are we gonna make it out if we get overrun by walkers or this governor catches up to us? I need you, both of you." He looked between Daryl and Natalia. "Are you with me?"

"Yeah." Daryl nodded, but he didn't look all too happy about it.

"Nat?" Rick then asked the woman.

"But-"

"We'll come up with a plan when they're safe, right now, this is what we need to focus on."

"Fine, yes," She looked away, biting her cheek.

"Thank you, we have to get out of here, now." Rick said, heading towards the door.

Daryl grabbed another two cannisters whilst Rick and the rest stood by the door.

"On three. Stay tight." Rick ordered. "One, two, three." He threw the door open, letting Daryl chuck the cans out. "Let's go" He hissed.

As the group ran, someone on the wall caught them, shooting.

Rick and Natalia shot back, one of the pair landing a shot as he fell down.

"Behind you!" Daryl shouted as gunshots came from behind.

All four shot back, the fog blurring their vision.

"Go, go, go!" Rick instructed as they headed out of the gunfire.

"How many?"

"I didn't see!" Oscar replied.

"Don't matter. There's gonna be more of them. We need to move." Daryl said as he reloaded his gun.

"Any grenades left?"

Daryl nodded.

"Get 'em ready. We gotta gun it to the wall." Rick said.

"You guys go ahead. I'm gonna lay down some cover fire." Daryl offered, handing Glenn a fully loaded gun.

"No, we stay together." Maggie denied.

"It's too hairy. I'll be right behind you."

"Want some help?" Natalia asked him.

"No, you focus on getting these guys out of here." He said, and that's when she knew what he was up to.

Maggie shot around the corner.

"Ready?" Daryl called out, throwing the grenade into the street.

"Bomb!" A man shouted.

"Come on, move!" Rick ushered as they headed for the wall.

"Glenn!" Maggie cried out.

"You're clear!"

"Go! Keep going!"

"This way!" Oscar shouted, leading them behind a bus, he helped Glenn and Maggie onto the bus as the others shot back.

Natalia noticed that Rick had stopped shooting, seeming to be in a daze.

Someone had shot Oscar down as she was watching him watch the man.

"No!" Glenn cried out as the prisoner fell.

Rick shot the man down, heading for him, but Natalia grabbed his arm, trying to pull him away.

"Rick, let's go! Come on!" She hissed as Maggie continuously called out his name. "Rick, now!"

He eventually began running with her.

Maggie had tried to help Oscar, but it was too late, so she shot him in the end and hopped onto the bus.

"Daryl, come on!" Natalia shouted to him as Rick climbed up.

"Daryl!"

"Go." He called out to the pair.

He didn't give them a choice, Rick pulled Natalia up onto the bus as they fled.

"Damn it, Daryl." She cussed the man out.

She followed the others as they all ran back towards the car they hid behind to scope the place out.

"Come on, Daryl" Rick muttered.

There was a rustling in the bushes, out came an injured and bleeding Michonne.

She went to go help the woman when Rick aimed his gun at her.

"Where the hell were you?" He asked her. "Put your hands up. Turn around. Turn around!" She did as she was told. Rick took her sword out the sheath. "Get what you came for?"

"Where are the rest of your people?" She asked him, leaning against the cart.

"They got Oscar." Glenn said, his gun pointed at her.

"Daryl's missing. You didn't see him?" Maggie asked, her gun pointing at the woman as well, Natalia was only one who hadn't.

"If anything happens to him-"

"I brought you here to save them." She cut him off.

"Thanks for the help."

"You'll need help to get them back to the prison or to go back in there for Daryl. Either way, you need me."

Rick and Natalia had managed to come up with a plan after getting Glenn and Maggie, back to the car, keeping an eye on Michonne as well .

When they had snuck back in, Natalia was shocked to see that the brothers were in a pit, with walkers on sticks being thrown at them as they fought each other, the crowd shouting and booing at them whilst the man with an eye bandage watched, his men holding back a blonde woman.

Natalia aimed her gun, taking out a walker that was heading straight for Daryl, then she shot at a young girl in a hat, roughly around the same age as her two friends. Rick threw a smoke bomb in the middle as she shot at some of his men, sending them down as well. Rick then began shooting as well, at any figure they saw, whilst taking out the lights.

They hid behind a large dumpster as people ran past them, Rick shone a flashlight ahead, catching Daryl and who she believed to be Merle heading straight for them, Daryl snatched his crossbow off someone just before Merle hit him across the head.

"Daryl" Rick called out, as they passed them, also after them.

They got back to the busses.

"They're all at the arena. This way," The older man said.

"You're not going anywhere with us." Rick told him.

"You really want to do this right now?" Merle began kicking at a metal sheet on the wall.

"Come on, man." Daryl grumbled. "Rick, come on, we gotta go."

"Go." Rick told Natalia, as he kept look out.

Once they climbed through the fence, they were met with Merle bashing in the head of a walker with his metal stump, there was clearly a story there.

Natalia shot at a walker, Rick doing the same and Daryl hitting them down with his crossbow.

"We ain't got time for this." Merle shouted, running off.

"Let's go!" Daryl told the pair, following his brother.

"We could of ended this, I had a clear shot!" Natalia hissed at Rick as the four ran through the woods.

"No, we need to get out of here."

"We wouldn't have to rush to get away if he was dead!"

"Nat, lets go" Daryl told her.

"Why are you not listening!"

"Listen, sweetheart." Merle started.

"Who are you calling sweetheart" She glared at him.

"Hey, Nat, we need to get Glenn home safe before we do anything, okay, I don't need you going and running off."

"What, like Daryl did?" She digged.

"Hey, watch your mouth." He told her.

"God, you're all idiots!" She stormed ahead of the woods, away from the three men, keeping her gun high, just in case.

"That's right, keep on walking, give us a show." Merle whistled from behind her.

If he wasn't Daryl's brother, she would've sent a knife hurling at his skull, instead she opted to flip him off.

"Leave her alone, man." Daryl muttered to his older brother.

"You got a lil crush, baby brother?" He teased.

"No, but she just saved both our asses, so lay off."

The sun had risen when they reached the car.

"Glenn." Rick called out.

"Rick, Rick, thank god." Glenn said, his breath laboured as he got up from the ground.

"Now we got a problem here, I need you to back up." Rick said, showing authority.

"What the hell is he doing here?!" Glenn shouted, raising his gun the same time Michonne pulled out her sword.

Natalia watched the show, this wasn't her business, and she didn't even blame them for being mad, she'd known the man less than a day, and she already didn't like him.

"Hey, hey. Put it down!" Rick shouted, raising his own gun at the swordswomen.

"Woah, woah, woah."

"He tried to kill me!" Michonne stressed.

"Look what he did! If it wasn't for him-"

"He helped us get out of there" Daryl said. "Drop it."

"Excuse me? I'm pretty sure me and Rick risked our lives going back in there to rescue you from your little family reunion, if I remember rightly, he was punching the shit out of you." Natalia leaned off the tree.

"Hey, we both took our licks, man." Merle put his hands up.

"Jackass." Daryl said to the amputee.

"Hey, shut up."

"Enough." Rick shouted over everyone.

Michonne attempted to sidestep Rick, but he moved in her way.

"Hey, hey, relax" Daryl turned around, before facing the group.

"Put that down, now." Rick told Michonne.

"Hey, get that damn thing out my face!" Daryl told Glenn.

Merle laughed.

"Man, look like you're going native, brother."

"No more than you hanging out with that psycho back there."

"Oh, yeah, man. He is a charmer. I got to tell you that."

"Where?" Natalia asked, completely puzzled that people kept using that word for the man.

"Been putting the wood to your girlfriend Andrea. Big time, baby."

She heard that name before, when Carl was trying to name the baby.

"Andrea? Andrea's in Woodbury?" Glenn asked.

"Right next to the Governor."

Michonne stepped forward once again.

"I told you to drop that!" Rick shouted at her. "You know Andrea?"

She didn't answer, glaring at the man in front of the tree.

"Hey, do you know Andrea?" Rick repeated.

"Yep, she does." Merle answered for her. "Her and blondie spent all winter cuddling up in the forest. Mm mmm yeah. My Nubian queen here had two pet walkers. No arms, cut off the jaws, kept them in chains. Kind of ironic, now that I think about it."

"Shut up, bro!" Daryl told him.

"Hey man, we snagged them out of the woods. Andrea was close to dying."

"Is that why she's with him?" Maggie asked.

"Yeah. Snug as two little bugs. So what you gonna do now, Sheriff, huh? Surrounded by a bunch of Liars, thugs and cowards, and this lil killer machine over here." He winked at Natalia.

"Shut up!" Rick told the insufferable man.

"Oh man, look at this, pathetic." He continued to laugh.

"Merle. Shut up" Daryl repeated.

"Shut up yourself, bunch of Pussies-" Rick thwacked him in the head with his gun.

"Asshole" He mumbled to himself.

"That's the best thing you've done all day." Natalia sighed, ignoring that it was the morning.

They had left Merle by the tree, going into the road to talk things out.

Daryl was trying to petition that Merle come back with them.

"It won't work." Rick shook his head. His hands on his hips.

"It's gotta." Daryl said.

"It'll stir things up."

"Look, the Governors probably on the way to the prison right now. Merle knows how he thinks. And we could use the muscle."

"I'm not having him in the prison." Maggie refused.

"Do you really want him sleeping in the same cell block as Carol or Beth?" Glenn asked him.

"He ain't a rapist."

"Are you sure?" Natalia threw out there.

"Well his buddy is." Glenn said, ignoring the look that Maggie had given him, but it seemed like the two other men had taken his comment lightly, this gave Natalia even more fuel to want to kill him.

"They ain't buddies no more. Not after last night."

"There's no way Merles gonna live there without putting everyone at each others throats."

"So you're gonna cut Merle loose and bring the last samurai home with us?" Daryl asked.

"Michonne hasn't tried to kill us." Natalia defended the woman.

"She's not coming back." Rick spoke over the woman.

"She's not in a state to be on her own." Maggie said.

"She did bring you guys to us."

"And then ditched us." Rick pointed out.

"Yeah, to go give our favourite pirate a taste of what his miserable death will be like." Natalia commented.

"Least let my dad stitch her up."

"She's too unpredictable."

"That's right, we don't know who she is."

"Says the man trying to petition Merle to come back with us. If you send her away, I'll go with her, someone's gotta make sure she doesn't die."

"You're not going anywhere" Rick told Natalia.

"Merles blood."

"No, Merle is your blood." Glenn retaliated. "My blood, my family is standing right here, and waiting for us back at the prison."

"And you're apart of that family." Rick told Daryl. "But he's not. He's not.

"Man, ya'll don't know." Daryl looked over at his brother, who was gaining consciousness. "Fine, we'll fend for ourselves."

"That's not what I was saying." Glenn argued.

"No him. No me."

"Daryl, you don't have to do that." Maggie said softly.

"It was always Merle and I before this." He shrugged.

"Daryl, you don't have to do that." Maggie said softly.

"It was always Merle and I before this." He shrugged.

"Don't"

"You serious, you're just gonna leave like that?" Glenn asked.

"You'd do the same thing."

"What do you want us to tell Carol?"

"She'll understand." He nodded at everyone before looking away. "Say goodbye to your pop for me."

"Daryl, are you serious? Daryl!" Maggie tried to stop him.

Daryl continued to walk away, the three watching as Rick caught up to him, talking quietly.

He took his things out of the trunk, saying goodbye to Rick before walking into the woods to his brother.

"Hey, you can come with us too, princess." Merle called out to a scowling Natalia, wiggling his tongue around in his mouth. "Give ol' Merle a bit'a company at night."

"My name is Natalia, and you can both go fuck yourselves." She called back, the older brother laughed, but Daryl bowed his head, walking ahead as Merle draped his arm around his shoulders.

Everyone placed their belongings into the trunk, getting in the car.

Natalia chose to sit shotgun.

Next.

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Hazbin Hotel: The Contract of Blood Ep. 15

*Hey guys! We're back with another episode/chapter. This is published on April 15, 2024. If you like this episode, don't be afraid to reblog, heart it, and comment! That would be wonderful. Warning: Vulgar language, mentions of abuse, and making out. Enjoy.*

Episode Fifteen: Time to Rise

Rosie leads Husk, Alastor, Nifty, Angel, Emily, Sir Pentious, and Cherri to the direction of Cannibal Town.

Up ahead, Alastor notices an invisible shield around the town.

“My, my, how did you know that this chaos will enfold sooner than later?” Alastor asks Rosie.

“I just knew. Heh, if I have the full power, I would’ve shield all of Hell from this chaos,” Rosie responds.

Husk listens to the answer, blinking in shock at the answer. Before he can make a comment, a sudden vision of two Liliths fighting each other, gold licorice blood everywhere invades his mind. He stumbles a bit and grabs his head.

Angel notices this and arches a brow. “What did you see, Husky?”

Husk looks up at his boyfriend and holds his hand. “I’ll tell you later, babe.”

Once they enter Cannibal Town, Emily sticks closer to Sir Pentious and Cherri.

The short cyclop notices this.

“Hey, they ain’t gonna eat you alive, girlie,” Cherri reassures Emily.

“Really?” Emily questions.

Sir Pentious nods his head in reassurance. “Yesss. Just don’t get on their bad ssside and you’ll be just fine.”

Emily shivers at the answer. “How would I get on their bad side?”

Alastor enters the conversation. “If you try to eat their limbs, they’ll eat you back. They’re better in numbers than individually.”

The cannibals notice Rosie’s return.

Rosie looks at the group. “We need to try rallying them up to battle.”

“That actually sounds easy,” Angel responds.

“Oh, I wouldn’t underestimate them. In order to convince the cannibals to fight with you, you have convince them all,” Rosie replies.

“That’s including Susan,” Alastor adds with the distaste of the name.

“Susan?” Husk questions Alastor.

“Can I stab her, sir?” Nifty asks while raising a knife.

“As much as I would love the idea of that, I wouldn’t do it for Rosie’s sake,” Alastor responds.

Rosie raises her staff, summoning the cannibals with her to the gazebo in the middle of the town square. As the group stands in the gazebo, Rosie turns to her friends.

“So, who wants to convince an entire group of cannibals?” Rosie asks the group.

Alastor shifts his gaze at Husk. “Oh, Husker.”

“What?” Husk utters.

“Maybe you can convince the townspeople with your buttery voice,” Alastor teases Husk.

Husk shifts uncomfortably in his stance. “Uh, I'm not sure if that's a good idea.”

Sir Pentious notices Husk's movements and slithers beside him. “I can do it.”

“I can do it too,” Emily chirps. “I have a class based on diplomacy.”

Cherri arches her left side of her only brow. “Are you sure you're up for this, kid?”

“I'm not a kid,” Emily says with confidence.

Emily stands in front of the group of cannibals. Alastor hands her his staff that has the microphone attached to it.

Emily takes the staff awkwardly and sighs. “Okay--oh, that’s a little loud. Um, hello, my name is Emily. Former angel, uh, hi! Um, I kind of new here, so I--”

“BOOO!” A random voice shouts.

The crowd disperses, revealing an old lady cannibal in her dead fox scarf and blue dress.

Emily arches a brow and looks at Rosie and Alastor. “Susan?”

“Susan,” both Alastor and Rosie responds simultaneously in deadpan tones.

“Okay,” Emily says and clears her throat. “Anyway, as I was saying--”

“BOO! Get off the stage, bootleg version of Charlie!” Susan curses at Emily.

Emily clears her throat. “Anyway, I’m here to talk to you all about--”

“BOO!!! Get an adult to make a speech!”

“I’m a fucking adult, you bitch!” Emily shouts in irritation.

Emily’s eyes turn red while her wingspan grows larger. Before she goes in for the attack, Rosie grabs her shoulders.

“Okay, okay, let's take a moment to breathe,” Rosie says calmly and pulls Emily aside.

“That fucking bitch,” Emily grumbles.

Sir Pentious raises his hand. “I can go next.”

“Good luck,” Cherri whispers to her snake boyfriend.

Sir Pentious slithers up in front of the audience. “Well, hello, fellow cannibalssss!”

“BOOO!!!” Susan shouts.

“Uh, okay, I’m here to addresssss the elephant in the room,” Sir Pentious continues. “Susssan, what’sss your problem here?”

“Why do you talk like a retard?” Susan questions.

“I’m a ssssnake!” Sir Pentious barks.

“RETARD!”

“BITCH!!!”

Rosie hurries besides Sir Pentious. “Okay, okay, let’s not fight each other. Take a seat, Sir Pentious.”

Pentious huffs and slithers back to sit next to his girlfriend.

Alastor looks at Husk with a smug grin. “You’re up, Husker.”

Husk groans. “Great, now I got to deal with the bitch.”

He shuffles his feet up in front of the audience and sighs deeply. “Okay--”

“BOOO!!! Get the cat off the stage!!!” Susan shouts.

Husk takes a deep breath, his patience wearing thin. “So, look, we need your help to stop Morrigan and Orais--”

“BOO!!! Charlie is better than all of you!!!” Susan barks.

Husk’s eye twitches and he changes the script. “You know what I see?! A bunch of pussies!”

The cannibals gasp in shock while Rosie slaps her forehead in discouragement.

“Yeah, you heard me! A bunch of pussies!” Husk adds with a firm tone. “You fucks are willing to let an old bitch-ass woman decide whether you should go into battle or not!”

Alastor smirks wider while Angel clenches his teeth in fear for his boyfriend.

“You don’t even have brains of your own!” Husk shouts at them.

“BOO!!! Get the cat off of the stage--”

“And you!” Husk growls, his eyes turning green. He flaps his wings over to Susan and stands close in front of her. “You’re just a bitter old woman who has nothing better to do than to criticize everyone else around her. I bet something happened in your years of living that makes you this bitchy. I bet you are a bitch-ass motherfucker who decides to abandon her kids to your abuser husband instead of saving their damn lives! If it weren’t for the fact that your kids actually crawl of that abuse alive, they would’ve been dead and their blood is on your hands forever! I bet you killed yourself knowing that you’re a fucked-up whiny bitch that no one in the world wants to be around!”

Everyone has their jaws dropped except for Alastor.

Susan seems dumbfounded by Husk’s accusation, tears edging out of her eyes. “I love my kids.”

Husk widens his eyes, the green fading. “W-What?”

“I love my kids. I would never abandon them. Certainly not with an abuser of a husband. I would kill him and eat him alive,” Susan responds, now with sass in her tone.

Husk relaxes his shoulders until he hears a loud gasp from Emily behind him.

He looks behind him to find an familiar blonde woman. She has looks like Charlie except her blue eyes stare into his yellow ones. Her cannibal mask has fallen off of her face, the black eyeballs rolling on the floor. She appears to be crying, not realizing her disguise is taken off.

Emily covers her mouth in shock while Pentious, Angel, and Cherri stares at her in confusion.

Nifty giggles a little in excitement at the sight.

Alastor sips his teeth and leans to the side. “Your disguise fell off, Rosie.”

Husk lets a gasp escape from his lips. His vision is bombarded by the sight of two Lilith’s fighting each other while Charlie watches in horror. Charlie is held back by the green chain connected to the ground while Vaggie is trying to break up the fight.

Husk screams and falls onto the ground, holding his head.

“HUSK!” He hears his friends and his boyfriend call.

Angel slides by his boyfriend’s side. “Baby--Baby, can you hear me? BABY?!”

Everything fades to black for Husk.

~.~

Husk wakes back up at the old house in his human form again, seeing his mother sitting across the table and putting together more pieces.

“What the fuck is going on?!” Husk screams.

“Pieces. Finding more and more pieces,” his mother mutters.

“What the fuck are you doing in my head?! You should’ve been dead! Why the fuck are you in my head?!” Husk shouts at his mother while grabbing his head.

“You know, it’s disrespectful to talk to your mother like that--”

“You fucking abandoned me, bitch!” he yells, glaring at her. “You don’t deserve any respect! You don’t deserve any respect after what you did! Do you even have regret it when you left me?! You know what Pops did after you left?! He takes it out on me! He fucking beat the shit out of me! I wouldn’t have been alive longer if I stayed with him!”

“Why didn’t you try to find me--?”

“I DID!!!” Husk cries, tears streaming down on his cheeks. He can feel his black fur growing back on his body, but it seems natural now. “I’ve looked for you everywhere! I don’t know where the fuck you were at. And when I did find you, all I got was the cold shoulder.”

His mother softens her gaze at him.

“You said you don’t love me,” Husk croaks, his hands turning into claws. “You’ve kicked me out. You’ve disowned me. You want nothin’ to do with me. So, I just...gambled. And gamble and gamble and gamble until I can have all the wealth in the world. I want you to see that I was well. But you were dead by the time I had all that money to show you how fucking wrong you were to disown me.”

Husk starts to sob, teardrops falling on the wooden table. His cat ears grow from the sides of his head and his face contorts into a face of a cat.

“I just want you to love me again. I--I’ve blamed myself for you disowning me for years. Was it how I look? Was I a bad kid?”

His mother stops trying to put pieces together.

“Maybe that’s why you’re in my head,” Husk says, looking down to find the green chain around his neck. “Maybe that’s why I’m down here.”

His mother frowns at the sight of Husk. “You’ve always wanted a cat. But you couldn’t take it home in fear that your father will kill it.”

Husk glances up at her. “And how would you know that if you abandoned me?”

“I know everything about you. I am what you wanted, son. I can be your mother--” his mother transforms into the form of Angel Dust, fully clothed. “Or I can be him if you want me to be. Whatever brings you comfort.”

Husk widens his eyes. “I said I want the real Angel.”

“Yes, you did. The real Angel is outside of yourself now, pleading for you to wake up,” Angel says until he transforms back to Husk’s mother. “But I see that these two forms are the only people you have ever loved. One that triggers you and one that comforts you. Which one do you want me to be?”

Husk blinks and tilts his head. “Who are you really?”

“I Am. I Am the one who helps the angels create the Light that creates the Earth. I Am the one who breathes life into mortals like you. Sadly, most fall away and go into the dark.”

Husk blinks his eyes in shock. “W-Wait. You--You are--”

“I Am. That’s my name.”

Husk tilts his head. “You tricked me.”

“I Am what you see me as, Henry. How could I trick you if that’s all you see of me?”

Husk sighs shakily. “I want to see the real you.”

“As you wish.” The creature, I Am, transforms into what appears like an angel, except bigger than the angels Husk has seen. I Am’s figure shapes of a suit-up man without a head or face. Holes through his skinless palms and eyeballs forming around his missing head that is a bright glow.

“What do you think?” I Am asks. “Too freaky?”

Husk shakes his head. “You look...normal?”

“Oh, this is my normal look,” I Am responds while waving his hand. “Anyways, do you want to know how to stop Morrigan and Orais?”

Husk nods.

“The light is getting dimmer. It’s weakened from the corruption of Heaven as you know. It has caught my attention after the years of planning Earth’s end and a new Heaven. The End Times are to come soon, but not this soon. These visions of what will happen to each of your friends and those demons you called ‘friends’ will be due to their choices. Their choices will determine whether or not you all will save your homes from the couple.”

“You keep mentioning choices and puzzle pieces.”

“Yes, I always love those. It’s what keeps life interesting. Pay attention to the pieces and maybe you’ll find the answers you’re looking for.”

“Are you fucking kidding me--?”

“Language.”

Husk gruffs in annoyance.

“Gabriel gave you these powers to see into the future for a reason."

Husk huffs and looks at the pieces. Then he leans closer and finds a vortex sucking everything in one of the puzzle pieces.

~.~

“Husk...Husk!”

Husk wakes up from his dream to find that the group is in what is supposed to be Rosie’s shop. He looks up to find Angel cradling him his four arms.

“Hey, baby,” Husk says with a small smile.

“You alright, mate?” Cherri questions. “You just fainted, cried, and screamed.”

“You’ve nearly deafened half of the population,” Alastor replies with a deadpan tone.

“Lilith, what are you doing?” Emily asks in concern.

Everyone glances up to find Lilith tries to put on her face mask back on.

“Damn it,” Lilith curses.

“Everybody can see through you, Lilith,” Alastor adds with a groan. Then he smirks cheekily at Husk. “Thanks to Husker.”

“What the fuck? What did I do?” Husk questions, sitting up.

“When you used your ‘seeing through people’ powers on Susan, our dear Lilith’s disguise falls,” Alastor replies with a little giggle. “You must have shocked her so much that her disguise falls right off.”

“Fuck!” Lilith curses, struggling to put the mask back on.

“And now it won’t come on again,” Alastor adds with a smug grin at Lilith’s dispense.

Husk blinks and tilts his head. “Wait a second, you’ve abandoned Charlie?”

“W-Well--”

“Wait, if you’re the real Lilith, then who’s that up in Heaven?” Emily asks Lilith.

“The slut’s name is Roo,” Lilith responds with a deadpan stare ahead.

“Roo?” Angel probes.

“Look, we need to keep this a secret--”

“No!” Husk determines before sitting up.

“Husker--” Alastor starts to glare at Husk, but Husk pays him no mind.

“You’ve abandoned Charlie. Why?” Husk growls.

Lilith softens her gaze and looks away. “I--I can’t say.”

“Don’t you love her?” Husk probes almost angrily.

“Of course I do. More than anything!” Lilith says out loud. “Why do you think I disguise myself as a cannibal near the hotel I left her at? Or send Alastor to look after her while she’s building a hotel?”

Husk softens his gaze at her. “Were you trying to protect her?”

Lilith sighs. “I haven’t told her this when she’s a child. Luci and I...we weren’t getting along at the time. He’s so dark and broken. She’s so innocent. But the one thing we both did agree on was we are willing to protect Charlie from anything that can kill her. Even from people like Roo, Morrigan, Orais, and Adam. How can you tell a young teenager that she’s at risk because she’s our daughter? Even after we are casted down into Hell, there are still people that want to destroy us. Charlie deserves a better life.”

Lilith stares at the skinned mask with a crooked smile on the face. She caresses her soft hand over the cheek and continues, “I’ve left her at the hotel in the hopes that she can hide with unlimited access to the rooms and foods stored there.”

The group softens their gazes at Lilith, except for Alastor.

“You’re right,” Lilith replies to Husk. “I wasn’t the best mother. But I thought the best for her at the time. It’s my fault for not seeing it.”

“Then why do you want to keep your disguise up still?” Husk asks.

Lilith sighs. “Now that there’s danger out here, I don’t want them to know that I’m here. They’ll go after me--”

“Then you’re a fucking coward,” Husk responds.

“Husker--” Alastor growls, ready to yank Husk by the green chains.

Lilith signals Alastor to not be harsh on him.

“You have abandoned Charlie for, I don’t know, for seven years. You owe her an explanation. You can’t keep running from your problems. You can’t keep masking yourself just to hide. You have to face them eventually. You’re the Queen of Hell for God’s sake!” Husk replies.

Lilith frowns at the words Husk uses.

Husk looks away with a small huff. “Look, if you want to keep hiding while your people fight your battle, that’s on you. But just know that you owe this much for Charlie.”

Husk strides out of the shop. Angel, Emily, Cherri, Sir Pentious, and Nifty walk out with him.

Alastor glances at Lilith. “I’ll punish him for you, your highness.”

“There’s no need,” Lilith says, waving her hand to release Alastor’s chains. “I no longer need your assistance.”

“Wait for real?”

“You want me to chain you up again--?”

“Nope, I’m good,” Alastor responds, backing up.

“Good. Now go,” Lilith orders. “Eat all the souls you want, but remember, if you make any deals with Charlie again, I will fucking kill you. You understand?”

“Yes, your highness.”

“Good. Now leave me,” Lilith says sadly.

Alastor hesitates for a moment until he exits the shop to leave the queen to wallow in self-pity.

~.~

Husk notices the cannibals gathered around the gazebo still in confusion. He stands under the gazebo roof and faces the cannibals, gaining their attention.

He looks at Angel, Cherri, Emily, Sir Pentious, and Nifty.

Angel gives his boyfriend a thumbs up in support, earning a smile from Husk.

Husk turns to face the audience with a deep breath. “So--”

“BOO! Get off the stage, narc!” Susan shouts at Husk.

Before Husk has a chance to quiet Susan down, he hears a beating drum. He looks to the side to find Nifty drumming beside the group, who looks at her in shock.

Husk takes a deep breath and looks at the audience of cannibals, now singing.

“We’re under-attacked.

Hell is slowly freezing over

And we’re standing on thin fucking ice.”

The cannibals listen closely, quieting Susan down from her critics. Husk continues to sing as he walks down the aisle in between the audience.

“Morrigan and Orais is going to kill us all

If we don’t stand together and fight them.

Now I can see what’s ahead, but only barely.

I only know that they’ll destroy us.

No, I won’t let them kill the ones I love.

Oh, I have to be ready for this.”

The cannibals starts to nod to each other as if they’re in agreement with Husk’s words as he sings in more determined voice.

“Listen,

If it’s not us, then who will rise up against them?

If we don’t fight, then how will we survive this climate?

We have to be ready.

Be ready for this.”

The cannibals nod their heads to the intense beat of the music. Husk sings passionately with his fist in the air.

“The worlds are ending right now.

No, I won’t sit back and watch everything go dark.

We have to be ready

Be ready for this.”

Angel smirks and slides in to sing between the cannibals behind Husk.

“C’mon, ya chums!

Get out your teeths

For the all you can eat buffet!”

Sir Pentious slithers next to Angel and sings mischievously.

“We got holy armory and weaponsss.

Ssssuit up and march on!”

The cannibals starts to march while Husk sees them following him, including Susan surprisingly.

Emily clenches her teeth and sings with uncertainty.

“I hope they’re not prepared for what’s coming.”

Husk, Angel, Sir Pentious, Cherri, and Nifty sing in unison and with passion.

“Because we’re going to fuck them up!”

“That’s a bit vulgar,” Emily says.

Nifty continues to sing, ignoring Emily’s words.

“If there’s one thing they don’t have--”

Sir Pentious and Cherri sing together for their verse.

“It’s our skills and the bonds we share!

We got them, baby”

“That’s two things,” Alastor says, joining in the scene.

Husk sings in determination.

“We have to be ready for this.”

The group sings in unison.

“We have to be ready for this!”

Sir Pentious croons with a bright smile.

“And if, if we ssstick together,

We’ll survive the next day.

Here’s to a fight!”

From within the shop, Lilith notices the cannibals marching out of the city. A gasp escapes from her lips in shock.

Back to the group, Alastor sings to the others.

“This is our only chance to take down the power couple of Hell.

So, let’s not screw it up.”

The group sings in unison again.

“We have to be ready for this!”

Nifty starts drumming rapidly, earning a dance number from the group. The cannibals join the dance. Angel and Husk dance with each other in the middle of the street. Cherri and Pentious dance with each other along with Emily and Nifty.

Alastor smiles and sings after the music break.

“Look now, we have ourselves a support system.”

Sir Pentious takes out his sword and points it upwards while singing.

“Raissse the flags and march into the battlefield!”

Emily brightly smiles while marching with her new friends.

“We’re once weak, but we’ll be something else.”

Nifty chirps in excitement.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!”

Angel holds Husk’s hand to sing to him.

“We ain’t gonna let these chains stop us!”

Husk grips his boyfriend’s hand tightly.

“We ain’t gonna be losers, baby!”

Cherri pumps her arms up.

“Let the show go on!

They’ll see us ascend from the graves!”

The group shouts in unison.

“YEAH--!!”

The music stops as soon as the group finds Lilith standing in front of them. The cannibals stop their march idly in confusion.

Lilith sighs and sings passionately.

“I’ve fallen from grace for my rebellious nature.”

The beat drops once she starts to sing. The group sees Lilith coming to their side, standing next to Husk. She continues to sing passionately.

“As the queen of Hell, I’ve hidden my disguise well.

Never ready to face the world I’ve created.”

The group sings in unison around her.

“We have to be ready for this.”

Lilith smiles at Husk, who exchanges a smile back as she sings.

“For the past seven years,

I’ve watched my baby grow up without me.

More than anything, I want her to know

That I’ve not been far from her.”

The group sings softly besides her.

“More than anything.”

Lilith croons with her fists clenched.

“More than anything, I’m ready.”

Husk sings next with a smile.

“More than anything, I’m ready.”

Angel chirps next to his boyfriend.

“More than anything, I’m ready.”

The group sings in unison.

“More than anything, we’re ready for this!”

The music ends as the group and the cannibals poses as if they are ready for battle.

Alastor’s gaze turns into a deadpan stare. “Okay, let’s not pose here like idiots and fight this battle.”

“YEAH!!!” Nifty screams in encouragement while running ahead of them with a knife and cackling.

“Should we get her?” Angel whispers to Husk.

“Uh, maybe,” Husk answers with a shrug.

“Uh, Nifty, come back here!” Angel shouts while running after her.

Husk huffs up a laugh until he feels a hand on his shoulder. He looks up to see Lilith smiling at him.

“Thank you,” Lilith whispers to Husk.

Husk nods his head and leads the group and the cannibals forward to catch up with Angel and Nifty.

~.~

“You think the others are okay?” Charlie asks while pacing around the fortress.

“Babe, you worry too much,” Vaggie responds, trying to calm her girlfriend.

“What if they’re slaughtered or hurt or--?”

“I see them on the cameras,” Carmilla says while looking at the monitors that showed the cameras. Then she notices a familiar queen standing by Husk. “Holy shit.”

“What?” Vaggie asks before Carmilla opens the doors.

Charlie stands by the doors and watches them open. Once they’re open, it’s revealed to be Lilith standing by Husk. Charlie winces back with a scared gasp.

“I won’t hurt you, Charlie,” Lilith reassures her daughter quickly.

“Yes, you will, bitch! You already try to stab me--”

“That’s not me, baby,” Lilith responds.

“How do I know you’re not lying?” Charlie growls, her eyes turning red with white pupils while her horns grow on the sides of her head in distrust.

Vaggie stands beside her girlfriend and takes out her spear.

Lilith frowns and sighs until an idea strikes her. Then she does Rosie’s voice. “Don’t worry, dear. Auntie Rosie is here.”

Charlie’s glare turns into a stare in confusion as if she hears a sound that’s foreign to her. Then she sees the others beside her with Nifty holding up a mask of Rosie’s face.

A sudden realization settles in. Charlie’s eyes go back to normal with her horns going back into her head.

“Holy shit, Mom?!”

Lilith nods tearfully.

Charlie starts to sob and jumps into Lilith’s arms. “MOM!”

Lilith embraces her and picks her up. “I won’t let you go again, baby. I won’t let you go again.”

“Y-You don’t think I’m an abomination?” Charlie asks with sniffles.

“Of course not, dear,” Lilith coos and hugs her daughter, walking into the fortress with Charlie in her arms. The army of cannibals following behind Husk, Angel, Nifty, Emily, Sir Pentious, Cherri, and Alastor.

Vaggie widens her eyes to find the number of cannibals coming into the fort. “Holy shit, how did you guys manage to get them to follow you?”

Angel smirks and looks at Husk. “Husk ain’t bad at convincing people to take up arms.”

“I got some help,” Husk says while looking at the group with a soft look...except for Alastor.

Vaggie puts her hands on her fists. “We need to prepare for battle.”

“Right!” Sir Pentious says with a mischievous smile. “I wonder what Carmilla has in store still.” He slithers off to find Carmilla.

Cherri chuckles at her boyfriend and follows after him. “I gotta see if Carmilla got some holy grenades.”

Nifty laughs maniacally and follows both Cherri and Sir Pentious. “Holy axes! Holy axes!!!”

Everyone stares at Nifty in concern.

“Is she okay?” Emily asks.

“Yeah, don’t worry about her,” Angel reassures Emily.

Emily strokes her long white hair. “This might be bothersome during the battle.”

Vaggie corners a smile. “Don’t worry, I got you, girl.”

Vaggie leads Emily into the fortress to find a pair scissors to cut Emily’s hair with, leaving Husk alone with the Angel.

Husk presses his head against Angel’s side.

“You doing okay, Husky?”

“With you, yeah, I’m just okay.”

Angel blushes and smiles softly. “Glad my presence comforts you. What do you say? Maybe we can take this conversation somewhere private?”

“Ugh, get a room you two,” Alastor groans, earning glares from Angel and Husk.

“Oh, shut it, ya old bastard,” Angel replies while standing in front of Husk to protect him.

“Don’t make me use Husk to hurt you again,” Alastor threatens, his voice going static.

“At least I know it comes from you, asshole,” Angel growls and holds Husk’s hand.

Husk blushes and lets Angel pull him into the fortress.

Alastor scoffs. “Ugh, lovers.”

~.~

While Vaggie cuts Emily’s hair short, the others are getting ready for bed for the night.

Angel and Husk shares a room while they cuddle each other in silence.

There are so many questions Angel has for his boyfriend. Now he realizes that his boyfriend is having visions, he wonders what his boyfriend sees that no one else does. With a deep breath, Angel ruffles Husk’s hair softly.

“Henry?”

“Hm?”

“You did amazing today,” Angel compliments.

Husk huffs a laugh. “You helped--”

“But you managed to pull an army together. That’s no small feat, babe.”

Husk frowns when he thinks about what he has said to Susan earlier.

“I love my kids.”

A sigh escapes Husk’s lips as he sits up from laying on his boyfriend.

Angel notices this and frowns. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Husk hugs his legs. “I didn’t see through anyone today. I just projected my own pain onto her.”

“What are you talking about?” Angel questions while sitting up next to Husk. “What pain?”

Husk rests his chin between his knees. “I--I---” He tries not to tear up. “Damn it.”

Angel places his hand on Husk’s shoulder. “It’s okay, baby. You can talk to me, you know.”

“I know...but you’re going to think I’m crazy.”

“Babe, I’ve done and seen crazier things. I’m sure whatever it is, it won’t phase me.”

There’s a brief silence between them as Husk finally lets out a sigh.

“I keep seeing my mom in my dreams,” Husk confesses. “She left me behind with that dickhead of a father and disowned me a long time ago. But even in real life she did that, she’s somehow nice and caring in my head. Maybe I wished that. I mean, it’s revealed to be this...I don’t know how to describe him. I Am? Yeah. That’s his name.”

“I Am? That’s a strange name.”

“You’re telling me,” Husk says with a laugh. A frown returns his face. “These visions are starting to bother me. I keep seeing puzzle pieces of our future. I don’t know if they’ll come true. What if they all come true? What if they all show that you’re dead? That everyone in this damn place is dead? W-What if--?”

“Hey, hey, baby, don’t get lost in those thoughts. Okay? It’s okay--”

“No, it’s not. The world’s going to end and it’s only a matter of time before we all die.”

Angel winces at Husk for interrupting him.

Husk sighs and grabs his head. “I’m sorry.”

Angel holds him and rubs his shoulders with both of his hands. “If we all die tomorrow, maybe...maybe we can make love before that happens.”

Husk glances up at Angel in shock at how he phrases the words. Then he leans against Angel’s chest, shaking his head and tearing up more.

“N-No.”

“No?”

“No. If we do this now, then it’s like we’re saying goodbye to each other. A-And I don’t want to say goodbye.”

Angel frowns at his boyfriend to find him sobbing into his chest fluff. He caresses the back of Husk’s head, letting his extra arm limbs pull out from the middle of him while his top arms manage to move Husk’s face to look into his tearful yellow eyes.

“We don’t have to say goodbye, baby,” Angel says softly, using his middle and bottom set of arms to pull Husk further to get him closer to his face. “We don’t have to say goodbye.”

They both kiss on the lips. It’s soft at first until Husk crawls up and holds Angel’s face, kissing him deeper with small moans.

They pull away, staring at each other’s eyes with heavy eyelids.

“Wanna make-out?” Angel asks, his voice hoarse. “It doesn’t have to involve taking our clothes off.”

Husk caresses Angel’s cheek. “Yeah.” Without hesitation, Husk kisses his boyfriend’s lips. Angel wraps six of his arms around Husk’s body, holding his body closer to his. Husk falls over to the side while Angel moves his kisses to his cheek and travels under his jaw.

Husk lets out a small moan that would’ve turned Angel on and caused him to lose control. But for Husk’s sake, Angel keeps himself under control while his kisses trail onto Husk’s neck. Husk purrs while his fur stands on its end from the electrifying feeling of love.

Angel moves on top of Husk, kissing his fluffy chest. “You’re so soft, baby.”

Husk stares up at the ceiling, feeling his boyfriend’s lips on his stomach. When Husk shivers, Angel moves his kisses back to his chest.

“Sorry, baby,” Angel whispers while kissing his shoulder.

Husk can’t say anything without letting out small moans.

Angel smirks at hearing Husk moaning softly. “I didn’t think I was going to get you to moan so easily.”

“You know, you’re turning me on, right?”

“Heh, I have that way with people,” Angel responds.

“But I’m yours, ain’t I?”

Angel kisses Husk’s lips. Husk feels Angel’s six hands roaming through his body, with the bottom set of hands teasing around the waist as if he’s ready to take off Husk’s pants, but won’t since this is not what they agreed upon...unless Husk says he wants it.

Angel breaks away from Husk’s lips. “Of course you are. Am I yours, baby?”

Husk nods breathlessly.

“Good,” Angel whispers into Husk’s ears. “I want to be yours forever. I don’t want to be with anyone else right now. Just you.”

“Oh, fuck, please don’t leave me, baby~.”

“I won’t. I won’t. I’m right here.” Angel takes the straps of his suspenders off of Husk’s shoulders so that he can have more access to his shoulders.

“I thought this doesn’t involve taking our clothes off.”

“You’re not wearing a shirt, babe,” Angel teases. “Besides, I want taste your shoulders a little more.”

Husk hums when Angel starts kissing his shoulders. Both Angel and Husk stop their movements as soon as Angel feels Husk’s erection against Angel’s stomach. Angel looks down to find his hard-on is pressing against his pants and then glances up at Husk.

“Need help down there, baby?” Angel teases with a smirk.

Husk blushes madly. “Seriously?”

“Hey, I’m good at sucking cock--”

“Okay, you ruined the mood.”

Angel giggles at his boyfriend and kisses his fluffy face. “Aw, baby, you’re going to have let me suck down there eventually.”

Husk blushes at the thought of it. “Eventually.”

Angel smirks teasingly. “The world’s ending. It might be the last time I sucked a dick--”

Husk rolls his eyes playfully. “Okay, that’s enough out of you.”

Angel chuckles. “You know, I’m teasing, baby.”

“You better be.”

Angel kisses Husk’s neck, making his pants tighter. Angel starts to suck on Husk’s neck softly.

“I swear if you leave a hickey on me.”

“I won’t. Trust me,” Angel says with a little wink at his boyfriend.

~.~

Val is busy counting the bills in his office at Porn Studios, which he has to squint his eyes to look at through his red glasses. Then he feels chills down his spine. He looks to realize that the blue aura is glowing on his left hand.

“Huh? Someone’s making out at this hour?” Val responds. “I wonder who.”

Val throws the blue aura in front of him, getting him to reveal whoever is making out at this hour. But almost to his surprise, he sees Angel kissing Husk’s body with Husk moaning in pleasure. Val tilts his head and smiles evilly.

“Oh, you little slut,” Val replies evilly. He’s able to zoom out from Angel’s bedroom to find that he’s at a familiar fortress where the famous Carmilla Carmine lives. “Oh, this will be interesting.”

Val picks up the new contract for Angel's soul and heads out of his office.

To Be Continued...

#hazbin hotel: the contract of blood #angel dust #huskerdust #nifty hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #cherri hazbin hotel #sir pentious #emily hazbin hotel #cherri bomb #hazbin hotel husk #vaggie hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #the vees #cherrisnake #hazbin hotel rosie #lilith morningstar

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displacedentities · 8 months

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So I may have gained a new hyperfixation, that is simultaneously an old hyperfixation,, ;=w=

With the upcoming release of RATATAN, the spiritual successor of the beloved Patapon franchise- the kickstarter fully funded in less than an hour!!- I made my own little Ratatans! :D

First is my personal Ratatan- Mystivitan, the Fox Ratatan, wielder of the Harpsicleaver- a big knife that can be used to slice and dice opponents, but also unfolds at the hilt into a harp! Mysti also uses the cleaver to carve up their kills and cook for her Cobun >u< She specializes in hitting hard and fast, but has low overall defense and HP; her attacks have a higher chance of granting rare loot and extra money. Themed after a silver-patterned fox, Mysti wears big puffy sleeves to protect from the weather, and her special skill is to momentarily summon spectral wings for her and her Cobun troops, allowing them to strike airborne enemies!

Second is admittedly me pandering exclusively to myself; I made a Ratatan version of my favorite character from the franchise, Gong the Hawkweye- now Dragongaton, wielder of the scythe Whirlwind! Much like his inspiration, Dragong is a high-defense high-resistance combatant with a focus on stun and knockback. He wears the skull and mandible of a dragon he defeated in combat- mostly to hide the fact that he's a bug lmao. I designed him after a Dragonheaded Caterpillar, to keep with the original Zigoton bug theme! He issues commands with his gong shield and wind chimes, which can also generate tornadoes when rung.

#Ratatan #Patapon #arts #my art #OCs #my ocs #Mystivitan #Dragongaton #Gong the Hawkeye #General Gong #Gong

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nehru-art-studio · 2 months

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After creating the AU, I found out that the name that I wanted to give to this universe had already been taken by someone. Can you help me think of a name? AU history below

There are no “monsters” in the world as we are used to seeing them; monsters are only people whom fate has endowed with animal-like or fairy-tale features: magic, ears, horns or tails. People are afraid of what they do not understand, so all those who were different or did not fit the criterion of “normal” were expelled to the Underground, depriving them of the opportunity to look at the sun again. Over the years, stories about monsters were only forgotten, remaining only legends passed from mouth to mouth. The souls of the children who ended up in the dungeon were not absorbed by Asgore. Their owners are alive and living peacefully in the underground world. No one went beyond the barrier either, because the fallen children spoke about how they were treated on the surface.

Chara and Frisk always talked about how deadly monsters are. This was drilled into their heads as children. Chara wanted to become a monster hunter to catch these creatures. But after...

Chara and his friend Mark were walking through the forest when they were attacked by a bear. Mark, who was weaker in body, came under the predator's sights. Chara rushed to save his friend, and at that moment, awakening hidden power, the beast was cut apart by a scarlet magical wave. The powers bestowed by the soul of Resolve were awakened. “I’m a monster,” everything that was in the young man’s head at that moment, fear and panic devoured him from the inside, drowning him as if in thick mud.

These thoughts ate up the guy for many days, until, during another brawl with drunken parents, Frisk, like her brother that day, killed her mother, followed by her father, who tried to fight back, and was killed by Chara.

The children understood that they would not have a sweet future here, so by Chara’s decision, the two of them fled to the only place where they could hide with their abilities—the Dungeon.

Finding themselves in the underworld, they find the Fox. She greeted the new arrivals with one phrase: “Just in time.” He took the children to the keeper of the ruins, Toriel, and told them about the laws of this world, telling them about the system of resets and level ups. At the same moment, Chara came up with a very cruel plan. The higher your level, the greater your power.

After a week, when the brother and sister had to leave the Ruins and move on, Chara went on a killing spree, killing one monster after another, leaving only empty corridors. The power of the scarlet soul grew. When only Frisk and Toriel remained in the guy's path, he carelessly killed his sister, the one he so wanted to protect. But the poison that accumulated in him as his level increased did not allow him to leave the matter unfinished, and Toriel also fell after Frisk.

Snowdin greeted the young killer with white snow, frosty wind and...Foxes. Chara ignored the warning about paying for his sins with a grin, moving on. Every monster encountered along the way was killed without pity, all in the name of great power. Even Papyrus, an innocent recruit who was just training to join the ranks of the guard, was defeated by a deft blow of scarlet magic.

Waterfall, where rumors about the guy had already spread, was also completely empty. No pity, no hope. Chara left behind only screams, pain and dust. The fox again tried to reason with him, but the words were successfully ignored, instead she received a warning wave with a knife and a mocking smile.

Step by step, location by location, victim by victim. The soul was filled with determination, and the streets of the Dungeon were filled with dust.

Courtroom, maximum level and no hope. Sans fell, not the first time, thanks to the saves, but still remained behind, like the Great King Asgore. There is no one left. No one. Except Lis.

- It’s a wonderful place, isn’t it? Flowers are blooming... But the birds are not singing. After all, the trial should take place in complete silence - Chara was not going to listen any further

The guy attacked, but every time the Fox won. After thousands of attempts, Chara gave up.

- Sorry - that's all Chara said before the reset.

Time rolled back to the moment the brother and sister got to Toriel. The keeper herself did not remember anything about the past timeline, only a slight feeling of déjà vu haunted everyone like a shadow. Everyone except Chara and Frisk. Ooooh, the girl remembered how her own brother killed her, how she slowly died, and the closest person only looked at her coldly. She was furious. Anger and resentment accumulated throughout this seemingly endless week, until, while walking through the ruins, she was attacked by one of the monsters. Frisk, driven only by resentment towards her brother, killed the attacker, and only when she saw how only gray dust and a feeling of emptiness remained nearby, she realized what it was like. Level up. Chara found out about his sister's act, she, still offended, wrote it off as self-defense, continuing to remind Chara of his sins. Just in self-defense, a couple more daredevils were killed who decided to try their luck in a fight with children. But they know that this is a lie, She knows too. The poison slowly consumed the broken soul.

After leaving the Ruins, the children headed to the city. In Snowdin, Frisk continued her experiment with self-defense; in response to all her brother’s words, she only recalled the past timeline. There was no stopping her.

Standing at the waterfalls, Chara made a last attempt to reason with his sister, but in a fit of rage she accurately attacks him, killing him in an instant. Now he won't bother her.

Location after location, murder after murder. It's just defense. The poison accumulated in the soul, poisoning the mind, making it impossible to think. Many died, neither Sans nor the king could stop her.

It was the turn of the final trial. During the battle, after a hundred deaths, she repented.

“Sorry,” Frisk said with tears of despair, throwing it away.

The world restarted, this time welcoming children at the very beginning. The fox greets his brother and sister again, this time telling him that happiness cannot be achieved by killing, and that they must remember this lesson forever. Both Chara and Frisk felt the horror of the poison that accumulates in souls when you decide to kill, when you see the death of your loved one, when anger and resentment consume your mind. The fox helped the children get rid of this poison, freeing and cleansing their souls.

The world accepted them, Chara and Frisk joined the new society, grabbing the third and last

#undertale #undertale au #story

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mamuzzy-creates-stuff · 2 months

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*chins hands* Could we learn about about Pons and Angel? (:

Uffff this one took a long time, but I finally finished it!!!! ⸜(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)⸝

Thank you for this lovely ask, @riinoaheartilly and thank you for your patience! (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡

Pons and Angel are kind of neglected characters at this point, and since I came up with them, I know literally nothing about Angel aside from that he is a little wacko who loves affectionately terrorizing the the troopers. Oh and his nickname is "Angy". His design is also still a mistery for me (I gave him a default clone trooper design so far).

But I have more info about Pons. :))))

Pons: I achieved divinity. I'm transcending the mortal realm with higher purpose. I can hear colors. Headshot: Go to sleep before Angy makes a needle-cushion out of you, will you?

EDIT: @ithillia said that's not how "cushion" is written. I say, fuck my life, he is space-french. Sprench. Whatever. (Thanks for telling <3)

More info under the cut!

⚕️ He is the only Medic in the CG who has an actual battle-scar. One in the temple from a knife-cut. And one in the nape, from heavy physical injury.

⚕️It all happened while extracting an injured trooper during a fight between the CG and a criminal gang. Since medical officers don't have combat skills beside basic self-defence, normally they don't leave the walls of the Guard compound, but this matter needed immediate treating and safe extracting.

⚕️The CG low-key celebrates him as a hero and Pons tries not to take it as a mockery, comparing to his brothers who are constantly under the threat of getting shot down while he couldn't protect himself from that attacker. This injury actually caused him pontine stroke and throughout the years of war, he is still in rehabilitation.

⚕️That trooper he saved? One of Fox's boys from the Planetary Defence. Spinal injury treated in bactatank, otherwise he managed to get out from the Medbay after 1 month of rehabilitation (why is it so hard to write down this word???), but the trooper always checked back on Pons, keeping him company, keeping him entertained with the latest gossips or books, taking a walk with him through the compound, forming a life-long friendship with it. I don't know too much about this particular trooper, not even a name, but I already love these two.

⚕️Pons didn't have a name before this incident and the surgery. But hearing the word pons pons pons all over again during his rehab, really clicked him, and named himself as such after the organ. Some hidden superstitious part wishes that naming himself such as the damaged part of his brain would manifest in his recovery.

Pons is a latin word for "bridge", also the name for that part of the brain that responsible for unconcious processes and involuntarily movements, eg.: blinking, swallowing, pain processing, breathing, digestion, heartbeat, regulating sleep-cycle, even dreaming!

Pontine stroke causes motor and sensory impairment, weakness or paralysis in parts affected by cranial nerve, clumsy voluntarily movements, inability to control muscles for swallowing and speaking, and can be responsible for sleep-paralysis.

I actually came up with Pons while watching a documentary eries about the brain and wanted a clone character who sleepwalks. I'm not sure I'm keeping the sleepwalking part though.

⚕️He just can't have a good night sleep and haunted by night-terrors and sleep-paralysis. Always tired, basicly lives on caf and stims.

⚕️Pons hates himself for being unable to maintain his duty as a medic, not in serious matters that need steady hands and focus. instead he is the one who needs contant treatment and attention. Still, Headshot gives him reading materials to study to keep him mentally fit, often ask him for advice when he is stuck and does everything to make Pons feel, he is still part of the team and he is waited back.

⚕️He develops love for painting which started as an exercise for improving on his motor movements. His pictures depicting monsters, inspired by his nightmares became posters decorating various barrack rooms in the CG.

⚕️I drew this picture about him weeks ago, but thinking on actually giving him signs of stroke next time I draw him.

⚕️ @ithillia said I should name Pons' friend Jason. I don't know if he is a Jason-type of guy. But I used to know a Jason when I was a kid and have fond memories of him, he drew very cool stuff, and he is working now as a pharmacist. Maybe this is fate.

Hmmm... that's it so far. If you have more specific questions about him, don't hesitate to ask! <3

#original clone character: pons #original clone character: angel #clones #clone trooper #coruscant guard #the clone wars #star wars #my ocs #mamuzzy draws stuff #mamuzzy answers

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whomst-art-thou-whomst-whomst · 5 months

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Tale of the Nine-Tailed Meta: Helicopter Pad Scene in 1x04??

I’m rewatching all of Tale of the Nine Tailed season 1 again (because I’m a masochist apparently) and I just had a thought watching the scene in episode 4. It’s the one where Rang tries to convince Yeon to kill him on the helicopter pad after reminding him of that time he stabbed him (which is a whole nother post, mother of pearl).

What happens: Yeon acts like he’s going to, and takes the knife from Rang and charges at him, turning the knife in the last second so it won’t hurt him.

The first time I saw this, I just thought how bittersweet it was because Yeon clearly can’t bring himself to kill his brother no matter what he does. But now, I have Overthought It.

When Rang gives him the knife, Yeon could have just said nah never mind brat and dropped the blade, instead of pretending to charge for an up close stab. He could have ignored him, pocketed the knife and walked away. He could have avoided it other ways than getting close to Rang, who has been actively attacking him 24/7…and Yeon is not getting in Rang’s personal space to intimidate or threaten him, because Rang is ready to die anyway.

So now I am obsessed by the thought—when Yeon pretended to lunge at Rang, it is almost an embrace. Did he choose that method so that he could hug his brother, who wants to die so badly? Who wouldn’t accept or believe it if he did try to hug him now? When Rang asks Yeon to kill him, he’s completely serious. Yeon looks heartbroken, but it’s not piercing—more in a way that’s an old ache, familiar guilt.

And this part hurts to think about, but was that the first time he’d hugged Rang since the last time he pretended to tried to kill him?

And right after is his response to Rang desperately trying to provoke him by threatening Ji-Ah: “Even if you act evil, I know this isn’t who you really are.” I love this line: he’s simultaneously acknowledging the wrongness of Rang’s actions while calling him out that he knows this is a performance, an “act” of evil, and letting his brother know that he hasn’t given up on him, even though Rang hates himself and would vehemently deny this all happened. It’s brilliant micro-expression work from them both.

And now I’m sad so I’m going to eat tater tots and sulk about fictional foxes.

#whomst #tale of the nine tailed

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aftgficrec · 7 months

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Hey! I love your page and getting fic recs! Do you have any fics where Neil goes or agrees to go to therapy? I��m good with Bee or someone else as the therapist too. It can be canon or an au. Thanks so much! :))

I was pleasantly surprised by how much we found for you! -A

previous recs:

‘another life to live’ here

‘Oakland’ here (completed)

‘you’ve been locked in here forever (and you just can’t say goodbye)’ here (updated)

‘If it means protecting you (I’ll pay my dues)’ here (updated)

‘Interlaced’ here (updated)

‘Regrowth,’ ‘To Be Close With You Is To Be Close With Myself,’ ‘I took a breath and took the knife,’ and ‘flashes of intimacy’ ch 4 here

‘call me in the afternoon’ here

‘The Wild Fox Den’ and ‘Roses Grow Between Bone’ here

‘(My Heart) Pierced By a Pin’ here (completed)

‘The Sun Still Rises’ here (updated)

‘day by day’ here

‘the shuffling of cards’ here

‘Ain’t it fun’ here

‘Breathe, idiot’ here

‘Healing’ series part 1 here, part 3 here (completed)

‘The Fear of Being Known’ here

‘That one party’ series and ‘keep telling me that it gets better (does it ever?)’ here

‘Affection can be shown in so many ways’ here

‘Ghost of You’ here

‘Make This Leap (Geronimo)’ here

‘Tenuous’ here

‘There is Nothing You Can Say’ here (completed)

‘of ice blue eyes & twisted veins’ here

‘don't break the glass’ (completed) here

‘Bad Apple’ here

‘Phantom Pains’ here

‘Therapy’ here

‘Birds of a Feather’ here (updated)

‘In which Neil had Aspergers and Andrew finds out.’ here

‘For You I'd Bleed Myself Dry’ here (updated)

‘I Wanna Get Better’ here

‘on the tip of my tongue (say something)’ parts 6 & 8 here

and more:

‘Ember’ here (completed)

‘leave the room (with a little dignity)’ here

‘Art Hoe’ here

‘Blame It On My Youth’ here (updated)

‘Black as is the Raven, He’ll Get a Partner’ (here)

‘Our body’ series, part 1 here, part 3 here, part 5 here

‘and all the roads will disappear’ here

‘crossed out’ here

‘Double Trouble’ series here

‘i had a dream (where you couldn't hear me screaming)’ and ‘hold me close, in fact bury me’ here

‘Just closed eyes with nothing behind’ here

‘doubt thou the stars be fire’ here

‘SCAR TISSUE’ here

‘Lighter Fluid’ here