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edupunkn00b · 24 days

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Meus ex Machina, Chapter 14: In His Head

Edited public domain image of two hands reaching for each other, lit in deep blue and neon green.

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Special thanks to @greymillieattheball for beta reading this chapter!

WC: 2980 - Rated: M - CW: Brief (and disjointed) descriptions of violence, unreality, murder referenced, non-explicit sex mentions.

Now we get to see things from the other side(s). As usual, we start with the past and jump to the present.

Lucas pulled back on the lever, nodding at the rumble of the rudders sliding into place. The transport climbed up above the thick, acrid cloud cover and he looked over his shoulder and laughed. “Save some of that energy for the field, boys!”

Neither twin made an effort to dim the flashing balls they juggled back and forth, tossing one across the ship at seemingly random moments. Ro just shook his head, a happy glint in his eyes Lucas hadn’t seen in a long, long time. “Don’t worry, man!”

“There’s plenty more where this came from,” Re finished their thought and three spiky balls appeared in his hand. “Think fast, Ro Bro!” he called and tossed them in.

Lucas caught Ro’s flash of pain and annoyance before he heard it. “Dammit, Re, watch it!” Ro cursed, flicking away the spiked balls and letting them bounce to the floor. He glared at his brother, frowning down at the blood welling on his fingertips.

“Oh, don’t be a baby!” Laughing, Re took his hand. The blood—and Ro’s pain—disappeared. “Here,” he said, picking up the spiked ball and squeezing before passing it to Ro. He flipped over his palm, revealing the puncture wounds he’d given himself. “You try.”

Panic mixed with the thrill of the challenge and Ro again dropped the spiky ball to focus on his brother’s hand. Lucas set the ship on autopilot and turned in his seat to watch. “I just…” Ro frowned and waved his hand over the pulsing wounds on Re’s palm. “I just make them… not there anymore?”

“Yeah,” Re nodded, fingers twitching as his blood dripped to the floor. A too-broad grin hid his pain from his brother. But he couldn't hide it from Lucas, wave after wave flowing off him, crashing against his mind.

Re shrugged. “That’s how they got there in the first place, right?" He kicked at one of the spiked balls on the floor and the three watched it roll, color and size changing until it was a soft ball of fluff. “C’mon, Ro. It’s kinda starting to hurt,” he added, grin tugging at one side of his mouth even as he mimicked Ro’s earlier pout.

Brow furrowed, Ro stared down at Re’s hand. The cuts darkened, crusting over into scabs like a time lapse vidfeed.

“Nah, Ro Bro, you can do better than that.” Re’s eyes were wild, dancing between the puncture wounds—far deeper than those Ro had gotten—and his brother’s eyes. “Make it all go away.”

“I—I don’t…” He tried again, eyes closed as he cradled Re’s hand with both of his. The redness on the edges eased and the pained twitches in Re’s fingertips finally stopped. But the evidence of his injuries remained. Ro tried a while longer before collapsing back in his seat, panting. “I don’t think I can, Re. Yours are—”

Re grinned back at his brother and brandished his fully healed palm just as the proximity alert drew Lucas’ attention back to the transport’s controls. “Mine are all in my head, Ro Bro, just like yours were.”

Ro slumped in his chair, examining his own healed hand from every angle before saying quietly, "Show me more."

He'd remained subdued for most of the afternoon, studying each of Re’s Illusions and working to copy them, texture by texture, color for color. His frustration grew as his attempts to recreate Re’s flames fizzled out into red and orange dust and his metal spheres dissolved at the lightest touch.

“How the—” he groaned when the thorny vine he stretched between his hands softened into a winding daisy chain. Brittle jealousy crackled beneath a thin shell and he dropped the flowers. “How do you keep them like that?”

Re smiled, softer than Lucas expected, and he stooped to pick up Ro’s discarded creation. The flowers wound around his wrists and arms and he stroked the blossoms like a favored pet.

It was only then Lucas felt the envy simmering beneath both brother’s façades.

“It’s just all in my head,” he whispered and, avoiding the thorns, laid the flowers in Ro’s hands.

The Illusion bloomed, bright white flowers picking up an amber glow from the setting sun. Gentle tendrils snaked and stretched out between each of them, exploring their sleeves and winding between their fingers. Re shrugged, still looking at his brother. -”I can’t… not…”- he added, probably louder than he’d intended.

Lucas stepped closer. “Perhaps it’s time we—” Malice singed the air, the hot, suffocating rush of an engine’s blast. He pulled the brothers close and scanned the horizon. Ro saw them first.

-“There!”- he sent, moving his body between the encroaching shadow of the corporate transport and his brother.

Re watched them, eyes unfocused and fingers wiggling at his sides. Not with fear but… with anticipation. -”There’re only five of ‘em,”- He glanced back at Lucas, the same look in his eyes when he would ask Pat to make an extra batch of cookies. -”We can take ‘em.”-

That same jagged envy flashed in Ro’s heart but he nodded, looking over his shoulder, not at him but at Re. -”Let’s do it.”-

Warning lights strobed along the transport’s wings, the indistinct blare of the standard biohazard trespassing recording barely audible over the engines. They’d been spotted.

Lucas nodded. -”You two take their flanks, I’ll take center.”- The twins buzzed with excited energy and they exchanged a happy grin. Growing colts finally allowed to gallop. -”On my mark, boys… One. Two. Three… Go .”-

The Muse closed his eyes and let his hand move freely across the page, a swoop down and over, that little pointy turn, then another gently angling stroke back up. Fuzz on the edges, sharp lines with smooth expanses between.

He looked down at the page and smiled. Tiny strokes thickened the eyelashes, a smudge for the eyebrow shortened by a scar. Another for the negative space of glistening eyes.

Machina.

But the charcoal couldn’t capture the movement of his hair, the warmth that he knew just had to sit right beneath his skin. A few more lines gave him the right twitch in his jaw, though, and he darkened their matching scars.

Using the edge of his thumb, The Muse softened the tips of sketch-Machina’s hair, giving it a bit of blurriness. Better. When he blew away the charcoal dust, he imagined he even saw Machina’s hair sway with the sudden puff of air.

He didn’t need to imagine the thud of an arriving elevator. Someone’s coming!

Scrambling to his feet, The Muse ran to the door just in time to catch the moment the elevator doors opened, flooding the hall with light. Someone’s here, someone’s here! Wheels cast long shadows against the wall, gears turning, a bridge lowering to cross a chasm.

He came back.

Machina smiled as he rolled closer, that soft, warm look still in his eyes. Warmth and… relief? Really? Relief? “You’re back! You’re back, you’re back, you’re back! You really came back!”

His smile grew. “Yes.” It was relief. Machina looked relieved. “C—can you hear me this time?”

I can always hear you. When I imagine hard enough, I can always hear you. The memory of Machina’s real voice washed over him. Hesitancy lost, the rage and hurt and loneliness bouncing around in that raven-haired head rushing through his veins and poking into every cell, every corner of his mind. I always, always hear you.

That wasn’t what Machina meant, though. “I can hear you,” The Muse said aloud, nodding. “Well…” Imagining wasn’t nearly enough. There was a tiny second, half a breath, if he held it just long enough, that one short second when the loneliness retreated and he heard the relief, heard the emptiness fill, water rushing to fill the cavern. Then the shield went up again and they were cut off.

He needed more. “Not hear you, but…”

Machina’s hand was pressed so hard to the window, it looked like he thought he could reach right through it if he pushed hard enough. Maybe if they tried, if they both tried, they could squeeze past the molecules and reach each other. He’d read that old glass, like what was still in some of the windows upstairs, that it wasn’t really solid at all but a slow slow slow slow liquid. Together they could push through it like water and reach each other. If they held their breath long enough, maybe, they could break through.

It hadn’t worked when he’d tried with Ro. The window remained solid rock between them. Always always always something between them. He drew a line around Machina’s hand, the shape perfect. That bot had tried to break him but it couldn’t do it. Machina was too strong to stay broken.

Maybe he could be strong like that, too. He pushed against the window and, eyes closed, he felt Machina’s fingers threaded between his. Almost.

Almost. Maybe. Maybe?

The last time he’d been there, when they both had been awake, at least, Machina had looked ready to open the door. Maybe he still… “Do you…”

Machina looked back at him with blue, blue eyes. Something sad flashed across his face, a bit of his hurts leaking through. Maybe. Regret at coming down? Maybe. Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe. No more maybe. Ask.

He could say no. He might say no. He might say yes.

He should say no.

Ask anyway.

“Do you still want to come inside?” Please say yes.

He didn’t say yes. He didn’t say anything.

But his eyes sang.

The Muse clawed at the window when he lowered his hand. But Machina smiled and activated the door.

He held his breath, that hitch, that catch. Would the door unlock? Was it still the same controls for the floor and the door? Ro could get down and Ro could open the door if he wanted. If he didn’t care about getting hurt. Could Machina? Would the door open? Or would the panel stay dark and cold and—

The door slid open.

The Muse nearly fell out into the hall but caught himself and scampered back.

Machina didn’t move. “I need to leave my chair.”

Oh. Right. The room didn’t just fry Powers. It would fry whatever circuits were in his chair, stripping Machina of all his power, all his control. “Yeah…” Words stuck in his throat, tumbling, jammed between his heart and his lips. “You…” You can trust me. I’ll keep you safe.

Machina’s hand hovered over the controls. Please don’t leave yet. “You can stay out there if…”

“I'm coming in,” he announced, jaw steel and a glint in his eyes The Muse had only seen in his dreams. And then he was a blur, one moment sitting in his chair, the next sprawled on the floor, sharp ache spreading over his hip and his back where he’d landed.

“Machina!” The Muse didn’t think, he just moved and he rushed to Machina’s side and grabbed his hand.

Fire ripped through his joints, tearing and twisting the muscles in his hands, his arms, his legs. Metal tangled in his hair, yanking him in one direction, then the other. He heard the pop before he felt it and his screams bounced inside the tiny box when it crashed against the warehouse floor.

-”No, fuck! Sorry! I’m sorry, sorry sorry sorry…”- The Muse pulled their hands apart and pushed away, panting. Machina lay curled on the floor, ragged sobs muffled by his hoodie. “I’m sorry,” he forced past his own tears, trying and failing to keep his thoughts quiet. Glimmering gossamer thread wound between them, spider silk drawing them closer even as The Muse crawled back to his bed for a blanket.

Empty cavity inside, just like the center of his suit. A cavern to hold all that he’d become. All that was left of him, broken, half a man. Less than half a man, half a Powerless. Too weak to help, too weak to control his Powers. Too weak to do anything but hurt. Hurt himself, hurt The Muse, hurt Ro Bro, hurt Jannie…

Alone in his suit. Alone.

Alone in his chair. Alone.

Alone in his room. Alone alone alone. The big window looked out over the kudzu and blackberry slowly consuming the forest, a tiny rectangle to spot the elevator lights that meant a visitor.

Alone in the alley.

He hadn’t meant to hurt him, he just wanted him to stop. He just wanted to go back inside with the music and the dancing and Jannie’s little smile, head resting on Lucas’ shoulder.

Cold barbed wire wrapped around his throat and though his mouth moved, nothing came out. He gave up on speaking. -”In here it’s supposed to stop if we’re not touching…”- Hands shaking, he wrapped the blanket around Machina, tucking his bare hand close to his heart. He could still feel Machina’s warmth, but the bright electric buzz of his skin softened, sharp parts worn away, smooth between them with nothing to snag on.

-”You weren’t wrong to kill him.”-

Machina’s voice was clear in his mind, no static, no fuzzed mask of speech, the click of teeth and the slur of tongue and lips stifling words better left to thoughts. The Muse looked down, fire behind Machina’s eyes. -”You weren’t right but you weren’t wrong, either.”-

Bryan’s once-gentle hand at his hip tightened into a claw, dragging at his clothes. The Muse touched his face, sharing his fear and, boneless, Bryan dropped to the ground, a leaking trash bag softening his fall. A scream.

And then it was over. Hands sticky with blood and puke, he couldn’t find Lucas’ cozy calm anymore, couldn’t hear Jannie’s soft voice in his head. Everything boiled over into a laugh. Tears rained down on Bryan’s body and he looked up at Jannie.

The weft and weave of his blanket wasn’t sticky, but nubby and warm under his fingers. It smelled like vanilla and soap and dust. He followed the pattern with hands and eyes, up and down, down and up. This is now. It’s all real but this is now. Back pressed to the now-closed door, he sat cross-legged and cradled Machina in his lap. He was heavier than he thought he would be, muscle and bone and sinew. Strong. Stronger than he knew.

Alone. Alone. How do you atone when you’re alone? A gaping hole where everyone used to tie together, the ends frayed and hands empty.

Machina’s shoulders were hard and sharp beneath the blanket and he trembled, soaking the soft knit with his sobs. The Muse rocked him, rocked with him, and his own tears fell until they flowed together, wet and salty.

Not alone.

After a long, long time, Machina’s tears eased and he rubbed his cheek against the blanket between them. He shifted and Machina’s forehead was warm through his soaked shirt. The blanket still shielded his hands, cloth between them keeping the buzz of their connection soft and manageable.

The Muse hummed, an old song bouncing around his skull. Machina’s head bobbed to the rhythm and they both laughed.

-”Better?”- he asked and Machina met his eyes again, nodding slowly.

The Muse loosened his hold, ready to release him, but Machina curled closer and bit the blanket, shaking his head.

-”I need more.”-

He didn’t know which of them said it. Both, maybe. Machina’s bare hand slipped past the blanket and cupped his jaw.

The walls drew closer, tighter, wrapping around them until they were caged between them, only big enough to reach out and graze either side with their fingertips. Heads stooped under the low ceiling, they curled together, fire-warm, accepting the blisters and the char and the smoke as the cost of filling the void in their chests.

The spider silk grew, woven between them now in rope-thick strands.

Rougher now, the rope tangled around neck and wrists, binding them together.

-”Can’t breathe,”- they whispered and pulled each other closer.

Their throat hurt. Fire spread, scalding, and screams buffeted their ears. Hands tangled in hair, pulling closer, closer, closer, closer.

Tang of copper in their mouth, sticky bubbles instead of screams.

The Muse pushed to his feet, wet bundle in his arms. He stumbled and fell against the wall, the door panel cool against his cheek. He pried Machina’s hand from his hair and pressed it against the panel. The door slid open.

His lips brushed against the scarred palm. “I’m sorry,” he whispered and punched in his distress code, praying wishing hoping dreaming it still worked.

Green lights flooded the hallway and the alarm drowned out their relieved sob.

Still holding Machina close, he pushed out into the hall. Feet tangled on the edge of his blanket. Falling. He twisted just in time to land on his back and shield Machina from the impact as the walls around them dissolved and the world beyond HQ poured in.

Miles away, skin slick with sweat, lovers twisted together, mouths open in deafening silent cries of ecstasy.

A knife plunged into soft flesh, a final scream tearing through all three of their throats.

Lungs burning, hot sticky tar seeping through worn soles, runners dodged feral cats the size of air cars.

Choking smoke filled the air, acrid, sour, too thick to see, too thick to move through.

Thorny vines snaked down the hall, curling over their fallen form and The Muse covered Machina’s face with the blanket, hiding him from the spiky green tendrils.

-” Jannie! Jannie, please… Help him… ”-

#Meus ex Machina #ts logan #ts remus #intrulogical #here we go #ts roman #ts lucas #I will make that a tag #superpowers #Machina #The Muse #The Prince #logan sanders #for the tags #Remus Sanders #Roman Sanders #Lucas Sanders #sanders sides fanfiction

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unfriendlyamazon · 15 days

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Find Your Flag (gen fanfic)

i was thinking of saving this but since @kaijous posted their bi pride yugi i'll post my bi pride tristan. a little exchange we did to celebrate our favorite bisexuals in this fandom

characters: Tristan Taylor, Yugi Muto, Joey Wheeler, Anzu Mazaki, Miho Nosaka, Duke Devlin & Seto Kaiba (mentions)

rating: G

summary:

As Domino City ramps up for its first pride event, Tristan can't help but feel a little anxiety.

Tristan took the side roads to Kame Game, his motorcycle puttering along with the increased traffic. Most of the main roads in Domino’s downtown were already cornered off, pushing motorists to wind through the streets. He caught glimpses of the main thoroughfare as it was being set up. Floats were being readied, and workers in bright t-shirts directed pedestrians off the main road. Music blared from all over, and the parade would end at the entrance gates to Kaibaland, which had free entry all day. Domino City’s first pride event was shaping up to be one for the history books.

And of course the crew was going wild. Duke’s game shop was along the parade route, and they’d secured a float, meaning they’d been traipsing around in a full ball gown for a week to get ready. Anzu and Miho had spent the morning at Kaibaland, dressed in oranges and pinks with flowers in their hair. They’d meet the boys when the parade was ready to start, which was why Tristan was heading over to Yugi’s with still a few hours to go. Joey’d slept over at Yugi’s to avoid the disrupted bus schedule, and he’d already gotten plenty of pics of them preparing their outfits. Tristan lagged behind, a little less enthusiastic than his friends. He was happy the parade was happening, and the whole thing had those Kaiba flourishes that really made it pop, but the truth was, he didn’t know if he was ready to take it to the streets. He’d only started admitting he was bisexual last year. Now the whole city was waiting for him to come out of the closet, fishnet shirt and bisexual pasties included.

He parked the bike and waved to Grandpa as he started up the steps to the upstairs apartment. Pride flags fluttered outside of Kame Game, and someone had draped a trans flag over a cardboard standee of Yugi. Some kids were taking pictures with it. He didn’t bother to knock as he pushed open the door to the comfy living space. Music carried from Yugi’s room, where Yugi and Joey were laughing on his bed. Both sat up as Tristan came in.

“The big man’s here!” Joey shouted. “I thought you were gonna bail.”

Tristan gave his best smile. “On Domino’s first pride? It’s a historic occasion.”

“Kaiba really went all out,” Yugi said, jumping from the bed. “He’s grand marshalling the whole thing.”

“Doesn’t surprise me,” Tristan said.

“Did you see the photos he posted?” Joey nudged his buddy. “He’s kinda hot as a girl.”

Tristan rolled his eyes and shoved him down, earning another peal of laughter. Yugi grabbed a handful of shirts from a discarded pile and held them up to Tristan.

“I went thrifting with Anzu,” he said. “You said you didn’t know what to wear.”

Tristan’s eyes swam with the options in front of him. Yugi definitely had his style, and he’d gone with a mesh shirt pleather pants for himself, crisscrossed with strips of fabric in dark colors of the bisexual flag. He’d done his hair at full spikiness, with enough gel to probably hurt someone if they got too close. A spiked collar and several chains hung down from his throat. The clothes he’d picked out, he’d at least gone more subtle on. Strips of fabric in dark pinks and blues on clothes where he’d definitely guessed the size.

“Thanks,” Tristan said, “but I think I’m just gonna wear this.”

He felt them both sizing up his current look. He’d stripped the motorcycle jacket off, and he’d gone with a simple blue button up and his usual jeans. The two glanced at each other, and Joey shrugged.

“Whatever works, big man.” He slapped a hand on Tristan’s back. “Show me what you got for me.”

Yugi brightened and untangled more outfits. Tristan sat back as they chattered together, holding up clothes, laughing at the stupid stuff they said. It was easy to let them caught up in whatever they were doing, so he could focus on breathing. He wished this whole thing wasn’t giving him anxiety. He wanted to join in with his friends, laugh and share and feel pride, but with every news camera and Instagram post he felt his fear rising. It wasn’t like his parents would see him front and center. It wasn’t like his buddies at the garage would just know. But they might. For so long Tristan had wrapped himself in the blanket of I have gay friends, and that shield was slowly disappearing. Now he’d be in the crowd, with the world watching.

No pressure.

He startled as Joey dropped down onto the bed beside him. Yugi was in the bathroom, applying his makeup, but it was as private a moment as the two were gonna get that day.

“You okay?” Joey asked.

Tristan grinned at him. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He tilted his head, but didn’t say anything. After a few beats, he jumped up again, grabbing a tin from Yugi’s bedside and shoving it at Tristan.

“Gramps dug these out,” he said. “Vintage pride buttons.”

Tristan glanced at him as opened the tin. Buttons of varying size were collected among other trinkets. They came in all sorts of colors, bearing slogans like CURE AIDS NOW and GAY POWER. Lesbian and gay and liberation mixed together. Joey reached in, snagging a button and holding it out to Tristan.

“I know you’re not the flashiest guy,” he said, “but I thought you’d wanna wear that one.”

Tristan turned it over in his hands. The metal had tarnished on the back, and it was clearly homemade. The front was black, with a pink and blue triangle intersecting each other. The wording was simple: BISEXUAL PRIDE!

“If you want,” Joey said. “No pressure.”

Tristan wondered briefly where the elder Muto had picked these up, if it’d been a passing fancy, or an intentional collection. Maybe he’d felt the same way Tristan did holding it. Someone had made this, crafted it, shared it with the world, in a time where wearing a button like this was the bravest thing you could do. He closed his fist around it and smiled up at Joey.

“Thanks,” he said.

A knock against the bathroom door made them both look up. Yugi waved his phone at them.

“Anzu just texted,” he said. “She and Miho are heading this way.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll put on some clothes,” Joey groaned.

Yugi helped him worm into a top that showed off his top surgery scars, and he’d switched out the laces of sneakers with rainbow themed ones. He was digging through Yugi’s body glitter collection as Tristan opened his palm to look at the button again. Anzu and Miho’s voices carried from the doorway, and he smiled, lifting the button to his chest and pinning it into his shirt.

“Are we ready?” Anzu called, hands on hips, bossy as always.

Yugi bounded towards her, and Joey glanced at Tristan as he got to his feet.

“Yeah,” Tristan said. “I’m ready.”

Joey grinned at him, and together they all headed out onto the street, hand in hand, ready to face the world.

#the gangs all here #tristan taylor #honda hiroto #do i imagine grandpa at haight ashbury for san francisco pride with his not boyfriend arthur hawkins #i don't know you tell me #lot of headcanons in this one #yu gi oh #my fanfic

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gemsona-advice · 7 months

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HEYY ‼️ so i mainly need help with fusion weapons this time around

twin daggers (blue spinel) + gauntlets (pyrope)

twin daggers + spear (default version of yellow pearl)

twin daggers + whip (lace amethyst)

twin daggers + bow and arrow (blue diamond steven / stefan)

bow and arrow + spear

bow and arrow + whip

bow and arrow + gauntlets

Ooooooh I love weapon fusions !!!

Daggers + gauntlet= trench knife, spiky ball?

Daggers + spear= trident (kinda close to CG!Pearl's upgrade tho), a ranseur, or a leister (a multi-pronged spear used for fishing)?

Daggers + whip= urumi, whip-sword, chain whip?

Daggers + bow and arrow= slingshot, a rifle with a bayonet, or a scourge?

This next set was actually pretty difficult, but hopefully the answers are good!

Bow and arrow + spear= maybe a harpoon gun- where the bowstring becomes the string connecting to the spear, or maybe a rifle-type gun- similar to the spear + bow and arrow in the above answer?

Bow and arrow + whip= grappling hook or a rope dart. (Being honest, a harpoon gun also works for this combo too cfgcvgjh)

Bow and arrow + gauntlets= I'm imagining one of those joke extendable boxing gloves lol- otherwise you could replace the arrowhead with the glove, similar to a larping arrow- thus turning it into a blunt-force weapon instead of a piercing weapon?

#su #steven universe #gemsona help #gemsona advice #gem weapon help

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antihibikase2 · 11 months

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His eyes have yet to open, but when he hears the familiar shuffling of footsteps, the crinkling of a bag and its contents, and the little wet steps that he could only assume came from a Simipour, his head turns slightly.

"Beebles?" He weakly calls out. He couldn't see or move his body, all he could do was call out to her and hope she heard him.

And she did; from across the pod where Cheren was, Bianca was making her rounds throughout the mechanisms, making sure that everything was accounted for and she could pull Cheren out of the dream machine without consequence.

She only knew a bit about how the machine worked, however- she used it for dream travel many a time, but she was never the one behind the panel, pressing buttons and working her magic- that was Amanita's thing.

"Hydra," Her Simipour looks up at her at the mention of her name. "Go to Cheren's side. Remove those little, um, things on his arms and legs. The plug-like things,"

She salutes and chitters happily as she makes her way to Cheren. Her presence seems to soothe Cheren, and he finds himself relaxing back into the pod, drifting off to a dream.

Bianca smiles a little bit, but she resumes in her task.

There was no telling when Colress would be back. She needed to act quickly, gather necessary documents and evidence, and find a way to escape.

She could only hope that the intruders she heard that broke in were her allies- or at least, help that would assist her and Cheren in getting out of the Frigate.

Cheren does not make any sounds of pain as those little things attached to him were removed one by one; Simipour is even kind enough to roll down the sleeves of his shirt and pants as she does so, and scurries about looking for his coat.

Bianca takes a glance above the monitors, finding it had shut off completely- no longer showing her that display of an empty field of red spider lillies.

She's about to make her way to her friend at last, when she hears something from underneath one of the panels.

She doesn't hesitate to take Musharna out of her ball.

"Mums, help me out here!"

The pink Pokemon does a cry, weeding out all what was hidden from her sight; pens that have clattered to the floor, paper cups that rolled out of sight..

And a young girl in a familiar hat and bubblegum pink hair, similar to the picture Rosa had shown her before.

She does a terrified squeak when Musharna lifts her up in the air, hugging her bag close to her chest; when its contents spill out, Musharna is quick to pick those up too, gently guiding them down on the table in front of Bianca.

She sees a planner, an Xtransceiver, several markers of varying colors, and a red apple.

The last item makes her freeze.

Still, she instructs Musharna to gently lower the girl back on the floor as she sends out her Serperior to coil around her; not too tightly, but not loose enough to let her escape either.

She's not fond of such tactics, but if this girl was part of Team Plasma, she couldn't hold back- not when her friend's life was on the line again.

"Not too tight, Dahlia," She says. Her Serperior huffs, but complies.

The girl looked so utterly terrified, Bianca couldn't help but feel bad, even if she knew for a fact that she and that other child- the one with the spiky green hair, were the reason she and Cheren were here in the first place.

They couldn't be bad; they just couldn't.

Hilda would have told her otherwise.

"Hydra, Mums, go help out Cheren, okay? I'll be with you in a sec,"

She approaches the scared girl, reminding herself to not let herself get lost in her own fears.

Don't lose your heart.

"Nancy- no, that's not who you are," Bianca shakes her head. "Yancy. You're Rosa's friend."

She doesn't answer with anything else but a scared whimper.

She doesn't have a hazy look in her eyes, not like Cheren had two years ago.

What she did have was the same hurt and apologetic expression as Anthea and Concordia had, like she was a Herdier being yanked around on its chain.

If she never wanted to hurt anyone, Bianca could help her.

"I won't hurt you," She assures, crouching down to her level. Dahlia looks at her incredulously, which Bianca ignores. "Really, I promise! Look at you, you're just around Rosa's age, aren't you? Maybe a little older? Goodness, you should be in school, or traveling.."

Her eyes water a little a bit.

"You don't have to explain everything to me right now, but I need to know; are you doing all of this against your will?"

She gets the answer she expects.

Yancy stiffly nods.

"Then that's all I need to know. I'll need you to come with me so we can help you. Dahlia," The Serperior huffs, but Bianca pouts her cheeks and stomps on the floor a little. "She's just a little girl, let's let her go."

Before the serpent could uncoil, the mechanical doors suddenly open, and a wave of electricity sends Hydra flying against one of the screens, cracking them.

"Ah-! Mums! Psyshock!"

"Noise, Flash Cannon."

"Dahlia, help Mums out! Dragon Tail!"

"Beam, Psychic."

Dahlia unwraps herself from Yancy, slithering away to strike the Magnezone that attacked her allies.

Bianca grabs Yancy by her wrist and runs to the opposite end of the room, far from the battle that takes place and to where Hydra had flown.

She recalls her back to her ball as she immediately makes her way to the pod, trying to finish off the job herself by frantically removing everything she can off of Cheren.

"You know, Miss Alabaster," Colress speaks, his glasses shining underneath the lights. "We're discovering things. Great things. I don't get why you're so opposed to the idea when you yourself seek the truth of the legends."

Yancy looks up at Bianca in worry.

She does not pay him any mind; with all the strength her body could muster, she tries to carry Cheren out of the pod before her knees buckled.

She wasn't Hilbert, who could lift his body with ease- so she settles with wrapping his arm around her. She would get them out of here no matter what.

"If you are willing to help Team Plasma's cause, I suppose I can offer you an incentive to do so," Colress strides past the battlefield, an aura of Protect surrounding him as he walks. "I can make no promises, but if you help us with trying to harvest memories out of your friend, I can return you the body once we're done. Consider it a souvenir."

"You're not serious about that, are you? What kind of person will accept that offer?"

"I make no jokes," He stops his tracks. "You are the Scholar of Truth. You should be elated; if we are able to extract his memories as The Heart, we will be able to finally have a complete, unbiased version of events."

"And who can say you'd stop at Cheren?" Her voice is shaky, but she tries to remain firm. "Because that's not enough. You'll definitely do the same to me, to Hilda, to anyone else, because the legends don't just end there! We'll never be able to find out the whole truth, because we can't feasibly get everything we need from just a few people!"

Yancy sees one of Bianca's hands palm over a Pokeball on her belt.

Colress' expression does not change, but he sighs. "This is as close to the truth as you can get, but you're denying the opportunity for sentimentalities."

"You can look down on me and what I do all you want, but I would never trade my friend for anything."

Such a statement makes Colress raise an eyebrow.

"Denying the truth again, aren't you? Your friend has died two years ago. The person he is now and is acting in his conscious is a shell of who he once was."

"I don't care! Cheren is Cheren, and nothing you say will ever change that!"

"Is that so?"

He flicks his finger.

Another Pokemon bursts into the lab, crashing through the metal walls without so much as a struggle. Its body was a shimmering silver as opposed to the usual blue that Bianca knew most Metagross had.

"Tomb, Earthquake."

She expected this.

She throws another Pokeball up in the air, and a Swoobat comes flying out. "Azalea, Telekinesis!"

A pink aura surrounds Bianca and all of her allies. Azalea cries as she uses all of her power to lift all of them off the ground as the Metagross' earthquake hits Beheeyem and Magnezone, which holds onto dear life thanks to the Focus Sash tied around it.

Colress stares as the attack pierces through the rest of the lab, breaking a huge chunk off of the wall and exposing them to the sky.

The pull of air is simply too much, and Bianca finds herself and her allies thrown off the ship while Colress and Metagross stay in place due to Magnet Pull.

His eyes never leave her, Yancy, or Cheren for a moment, even as his experiment is ripped away from his grasp.

As Bianca falls, she recalls Dahlia back into her ball and steels her resolve; Yancy is screaming and crying for help, and Cheren is unconscious.

She hopes that their power is enough; at least, enough to cushion them to safety.

"Mums, Azalea, Psychic!"

Both Pokemon make strained cries as they pull themselves together to surround the falling trainers with a pink energy, brighter than any they've made before.

And suddenly, Bianca finds herself almost floating in the sky as their fall becomes slower and slower.

From above, the ship of the Plasma Frigate seems to have been badly affected by Colress' reckless attack, and was steering itself to land into the forests of Giant Chasm.

She spots silhouettes flying out of the ship as it slowly collapses on the ground; two of belonging to bird Pokemon, one belonging to a dragon, and another belonging to a Jellicent.

She sighs in relief.

When she feels the sand crunch under her feet, she finds Yancy clinging onto her jacket for dear life, still shaken and sobbing while Cheren is laid on the sand, unmoving and still.

"It's okay," Bianca says, trying to calm her own nerves as she pulls Yancy closer to her. "You're safe now, both of you are."

And for the first time, Yancy says something to her.

"He's going to punish Curtis," She says through sobs. "And he's going to kill my Togetic,"

"Hey, hey, ssshh, it's alright, he won't do any of that! We won't let him, okay? We'll save Curtis," She supposes it was the other idol kid that the kids befriended. "And your Togetic. Okay? He won't scare you anymore, okay? We'll protect you."

It's not much, but Yancy seems to feel safer now; instead of using this chance to run away and hide forever, she remains in Bianca's hold, almost desperate for any sort of comfort she can cling to.

Though the adrenaline slowly starts to wear off, Bianca knows the battle is far from over. All she can do is wait for Hilda and the Aspertia Trio to update her on their next course of action as her legs give out in exhaustion.

#bw/bw2 rewrite #fic

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Sort of a weird and random question but what do you think the glee characters’ weapon of choice would be

Oooohohohohoho that's a fun one. I actually made a Clue au post a while back where all my faves had a weapon assigned to them. So definitely check that out for one answer. But those are better for a quick surprise kill. So if we're talking about fighting...

Obviously we know what Kurt's is already

I still want Tina to have an axe bc

Plus she just deserves to chop into some bitches idc. Let her spill a little blood. As a treat?

I want Brittany to have one of those spiky balls on a chain like the girl in Kill Bill. The way Brittany twirls around and throws food during the food fight? Exactly that but with a flail

Puck canonically participates in knife fights/owns knives BUT also has nunchucks so... He can go ham with either of those his knife in s3 was fake but we see him with a real knife in s1 and s5 so

Hm maybe Santana should still have a dagger. You don't even know she has beef with you until it's too late. Sidles up to you all sweet just to poke a lil artery in your neck and watch you bleed out. She was also voted most like to poison someone (love that that was a category you could vote on at their school) but no I think that'd be TOO subtle for her. She'd want to spill blood and would want you to know she's the one that did you in

For Mercedes I would sayyy sword?? Like she's all "haha I'm not good at 1v1 combat I'm not moving park and bark etc" but she gets a sword in her hand and she's swinging it like you wouldn't believe. Plus it's dramatic and classic. Love it

Finn's are brass knuckles bc he's a punk bitch that's gonna jump you instead of giving you a fair fight

Mike.... I would like him to have a bow and arrow. He's super stealthy about it, you never hear him coming bc he's way over there. Could also see Quinn with the bow and arrow but she's also just as likely to yank the arrow out of you and stab you with it until it breaks/she knows you're dead

Kitten Kitty with a whip. Also semi canon bc her supersona had one. Plus it's dramatic and unexpected and she could fuck a bitch right up with it

Sam... I would like to see him launching a spear at someone. He's got the arms for it

Unique should have a Japanese war fan. Kind of a defensive weapon but very very dramatic

Blaine would have a rapier bc we know he's into fencing and that kind of fits the bill. Plus he would be all "we must have an honorable duel about this" but of course he also ends up going ham by the end of the fight. He also deserves it <3

I think Artie should have a harpoon gun. No reason, I just think he deserves it

I'll give Jake a war hammer. I think he'll have fun with it. Bonking people left and right as he rides through the battle on his noble steed (razor scooter)

Marley would use poison and feel really bad about it :( But she wouldn't want to get her hands dirty

Really want Rachel to have a flamethrower. No subtly, just melting your face off. She'd be so cute with it uwu she deserves to have some fun!

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motionlascl · 2 years

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desultory-novice · 2 years

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You got your regular Whispy Woods, Ball-and-Chain Whispy Woods, Remake Whispy Woods, Dream Course Whispy Woods, Hay Fever Whispy Woods, Block Ball Whispy Woods, Super Star Whispy Woods, Twin Whispy Woods, Purple Whispy Woods, Nightmare Fuel Whispy Woods, 3D Whispy Woods, Whispy Woods Jr., Cameo Whispy Woods, Helper Whispy Woods, Central Park Whispy Woods, Smash Bros Whispy Woods, King Golem, Cameo Whispy Woods 2, Twiggy Woods, Patchwork Whispy Woods, Tower Whispy Woods, Woobly Woods, Floaty Woods, Necro Whispy Woods, Pinball Whispy Woods, Mini-game Whispy Woods 1&2, 2.5D Whispy Woods, Flowery Woods, Clay Whispy Woods, Clanky Woods, Clash Whispy Woods, Hi-Res Whispy Woods, Parallel Whispy Woods, Tropic Woods, Yggy Woods-

...Wait! Yggy's not Whispy Woods! Neither is Flowery Woods, King Golem, Tropic Woods, or a bunch others, but ignore that for the sake of the fact that I went and typed all those out.

(Btw, This has been a parody of a Smash Bros skit. Viridi is voiced by the same VA as Kirby in Japanese! Definitely listen to Ohmoto-san's version of the “Piranha Plant” guidance if you haven't!)

Uhh, so! Whispy Woods...!

I guess I like ol' Whispy, sure!

Having Whispy show up as a boss in a Kirby game always gives you that nice feeling of nostalgia. Regardless of how many Kirby games you've played. (Unless you happened to have ONLY played two games in which Whispy didn't appear at all, back to back. Then you would have no idea who it is.)

The neat thing is that they almost always have some way to change up the fight, even if only a little. It's also an excellent boss fight for showing you the ropes in Kirby. "These things you can inhale and use as projectiles. But THESE hurt you!"

Always good to inform the player how to play your game, because you never know the experience and skill level of who is picking up the controller. At the same time, you don't want to bog them down in game-flow interrupting tutorials. That's why Whispy is so brilliant!

Kirby likes food, so of course you would have the idea to inhale the yummy looking apples. But a bug? Gross! A spiky thing? Ouch! It’s smart!

Uh, lore and character-wise? ...I have never actually thought that much about it! I sometimes imagine Whispy Woods as the Air Conditioner from The Brave Little Toaster. A cranky old man who, yeah, doesn't GET to go on fun, colorful adventures with the others because HE's just a tree! And what about it, huh?!!

Then again, Whispy can actually uproot itself, at least, it was shown to do so when possessed by Dark Matter/ the Jamba Heart. Maybe it secretly moves locations every now and again when no one is looking, just to see if THIS TIME its found a good spot where it can get some rest without Kirby interrupting.

If there was a Kirby fantasy JRPG, I would expect Whispy Woods to be maybe some kind of cool old NPC who oversees Dream Land and could maybe start the quest off or something...wait, wait, wait. I'm thinking of Ocarina of Time!

Anyway, Whispy Woods (and others of its species) are clearly holding some secret wisdom from the ol------d days of Dream Land/Popstar, so it would be fun to hear it talk. Maybe Whispy will turn out to be important later? But probably not.

So yeah. I like seeing what form Whispy takes (okay, okay, okay, "the variety of living trees or tree-ish enemies that may or may not be 'Whispy Woods' or canonically related to Whispy Woods") in each new game. The little visual changes. How the ol' spruce is spruced up with each new entry.

Whispy is one of those important background elements that make Kirby "Kirby." You expect to see him somewhere.

My favorite Whispy Woods?

...I like how 64's Whipsy Woods has kind of a gingham texture. It's pretty. Clay Whispy Woods is nice for how saturated and colorful it is. But I very much like the modern Whispy Woods from Star Allies forward with all the animated leaves.

Least Favorite?

Dream Land 3's Whispy Woods is "Nightmare Whispy Woods" for a reason. That FACE and that it starts crawling toward you is soooo scary!

Props to this quote from Super Kirby Clash for trying to make Whispy sound cool: "The canopy of foliage blots out the night sky. Smash the fruits of destruction!"

Also, this Whispy Woods is very cursed.

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driima · 3 years

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Caught | Dabi x Captured! Pro Hero F!Reader

Title: Caught

Pairing: Dabi x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Dubcon, kidnapping, mild depictions of injury, brief depictions of blood, intimidation, biting, fingering

Note: aaa brain go brr, just enjoy some Dabi, idk

It was loud.

There were screams - terrified screams - all around you. Rubble was crashing down to the ground, creating loud explosions. Footsteps were pounding on the ground, reverberating against the city buildings, but the worst of it was the fire.

The flames burned with abnormal colors, not their typical orange, but instead a deep blue. With each flare they incinerated everything they touched, alighting everything in their path. It was chaos.

Your mind was snapped back into reality when someone fell before you. You crouched down, your gloved hands reaching for their trembling body, and you helped them to their feet.

“You’re okay,” you assured the young man, his wide and frightened eyes searching your masked face. “Keep running that way,” you pointed down the street. “Get as far away from the fire as you can. The heroes are here to help.”

The man nodded and began running in the direction you pointed, following the other scared citizens. You turned back to the fire, your brows furrowed. There wasn’t much you could do to tackle the fire. Your quirk, Cell Manipulation, allowed you to control and change the cells within any living organism. It was powerful, as it allowed you to regenerate faster by simply creating more cells. However, it was difficult against the flames as fire nuclei were cells you couldn’t touch. You frowned.

“(H/n)!” someone called out, causing you to turn your head. It was one of your fellow pro-heroes, Big Shot. He ran towards you, a worried look in his eyes.

“We have backup arriving in a few minutes,” he said. “Have you evacuated all of the citizens from the vicinity?”

“Everyone has been moved out of the streets. I cannot say for sure for those who are within the surrounding buildings, though,” you said. Internally, you didn’t believe anyone would still be alive in the buildings. The blue flames seemed to disintegrate anything they touched, and if it weren’t that that got to them, it would be the overwhelming amount of smoke. You turned back to Big Shot. “Do we have eyes on whoever started this mess?”

He nervously scratched his head. “We haven’t located them yet. However, our intel believes it’s the arsonist that’s affiliated with the League. The same one who is responsible for those smaller crimes involving cremated human remains. Be on the look out for anyone suspicious.”

You nodded. “I’m going to look for them. Judging by how the fire started from the left,” you pointed to a jumble of burning stores and alleys. “They must have come from around there.”

“Be careful,” was all Big Shot said before you ran off, your feet pounding against the ground.

You squinted your eyes, the ash thick as it wafted through the air. Blue flames licked at your hero costume, threatening to singe the suit, but you maneuvered around them easily. You paused momentarily, leaping out of the way of a melted traffic light that was falling from its post. You threw up your hands as it slammed against the sidewalk, narrowly missing your body. The force sent a slew of burning coals into the air, most of which nearing your body, and you backed up to avoid them.

Panicked, you spun on your heels, attempting to run down the alley behind you to escape the advancing flames but you were stopped as your body slammed into an obstacle that you swore wasn’t there before. Stumbling, you lost your balance and your body teetered backwards. You braced yourself as you crashed to the ground on your back, a pained groan leaving your lips as your head roughly smacked into the concrete.

You bit your lip, attempting to bite back the pain as your eyes cracked open. Your vision was swimming and your head throbbed from the impact. Above you, you made out a blurry figure. Panic ebbed at your heart as you felt yourself slipping in and out of consciousness, your vision blinking, your body unable to move.

Before you clocked out, the last thing you saw was a blurry hand reaching down for you, blue flames dancing from their palm.

•••

It took you several moments to come to. Your eyelids felt heavy. Your heart pounded in your ears. Your mind felt completely and utterly empty. It felt as if a hypodermic of adrenaline was emptied into your bloodstream but you could do nothing against it as you were still swimming in darkness.

That is, until it felt like someone had doused you in a cold bucket of ice water.

You shot upward without warning, eyes flinging open so wide each iris was a perfect orb of (e/c). You took in your surroundings, your eyes blinking rapidly as you tried to clear the fogginess from your vision.

You were in a room. A small, dirty room. The four surrounding walls were painted an ugly dark gray, some bits chipped here and there, other bits splattered with substances you didn’t want to know the origins of. To your left there was a tiny window, however the glass was intentionally blurry and it was tiny. Not to mention it had thick steel bars wedged between the window frame. Directly in front of you was a blank steel door, one that was probably locked. You frowned. Where exactly were you?

Shaking your head, you placed a hand on the wall and went to push yourself up but immediately ceased your actions when a wave of dizziness hit you like an incoming truck. You were still disoriented. Not to mention when you moved your leg, a small clank was heard, and you realized after glancing down at your ankle that a thick metal bearing was wrapped around it. You followed the rusting chain with your eyes and realized you were trapped against the wall with only several feet to move. The anklet, you realized, was cutting off your quirk. You let out a shaky breath.

“Think,” you told yourself, glancing down at your hands that were now in your lap. “Think.”

Your short attempts to create a plan were cut off as there was a painful buzzing in your ear, so loud that you groaned and brought your hands up to knead your forehead. Just how hard did you hit your head?

Your brows furrowed as you slowly brought your knees up to your chest, your head burrowing between them.

You didn’t know what to do.

•••

You didn’t know how long you stayed in that position. It felt like days. Your stomach was curling in on itself with hunger and your throat was dry. Your bladder felt numb as you had long forgotten about having needed to use the bathroom and your limbs felt stiff from not having moved in so long.

You were tired. Confused. Distressed.

However, you managed to push your emotions down to keep calm. There was no use in freaking out. It would only waste energy. You were busy trying to get yourself to fall back asleep, your eyes closed and your arms slack. You were just about to grasp that peaceful sensation when the sound of the door scraping against the floor filled the room and a light briefly flickered onto your balled-up form before it disappeared as the door was closed. You stiffened.

Part of you didn’t want to look up. You wanted to be defiant - to ignore your captor entirely - and stay in your ball. The bigger part, however, forced you to look anyway.

Standing above you was a man. He was tall, overbearingly so, and though he was slender, his body looked to be riddled with lean muscle. His hair was black and spiky. His clothes, a torn jacket overtop a white t-shirt and a dark pair of pants, were baggy. His skin, in most visible places, had a purple look to it, almost as if it was burnt. The scars ran along his body, held to his normal skin by shiny surgical staples. The most striking feature, however, were his deep blue eyes. They shone even within the darkness of the room, a deep aqua color that rivaled any blue moon.

“Well, well, well,” the man said, his lips pulling up into a smirk. “It looks like the big, tough hero didn’t save the day.” His voice was deep yet cool. It had a gravelly tone to it that you would have taken for attractive in any other circumstance.

You scowled, your gaze hardening into a glare.

He chuckled at your look, taking several slow steps towards your huddled form. He crouched down once he was close enough, the smell of ash and cheap men’s cologne filling your senses as he stared at you intensely. He had a full view for he, or someone else, had removed your hero mask and most of the armor on your costume. You were left in your underclothes, a plain black shirt and matching black tights.

“Do you know where you are?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. When you didn’t answer, he continued, “The League of Villains wanted to have a lil’ bit of fun but you bull shit heroes, if you can even call yourself that, got in our way. In order to commence with our plans, we need a bit of information and you just so happened to have fallen right into our hands. Now be a good little hero and answer some questions for me.”

Your lips curled back into a sneer. “If you think I’m going to answer a single question that comes out of your burnt, charcoal lookin’ ass mouth, you are mistaken,” you spat out.

He stared at you, seemingly processing your words. You were about to bark out another remark when he leaned forward ever so slightly, a hand coming up dangerously close to your face. Your eyes widened when his hand was suddenly engulfed in familiar blue flames, the fire so close to your skin that you could feel the baby hairs that coated your cheek being singed away.

“That wasn’t a request,” he said in a low voice and you made note of the threatening tone he had.

He was the one responsible for the bonfire in the city. He was the one responsible for all of the arsenic murders. He was the one the heroes have been tracking for months. And you walked right into his hands.

Your jaw locked in anger but you bit your tongue to hold back from anymore snarky remarks. You held his gaze as he drew back his hand, deactivating his quirk. He stared at you for a moment longer before he spoke again.

“If you do anything funny, I’ll kill you,” he continued. “The boy, the one in Class 1-A, the one with the explosion quirk. Do you know where his residence is?” he asked. You frowned.

Class 1-A? How were you supposed to know? It had been forever since you completed your hero training at UA High.

You shook your head.

It was his turn to frown. “It would be in your best interest not to lie to me,” he said through gritted teeth.

“I’m not,” you shot back heatedly.

You barely registered his next movements. Suddenly there was a large hand wrapping around your throat tightly whilst another was forcing your knees apart. He moved quickly, shocking you, as he was now kneeling between your legs, his face dangerously close to yours. You could feel his warm breath fanning down against you, causing you to involuntarily shiver.

“You’re making this difficult, princess,” he said darkly. “If you just tell me what I want to know, we wouldn’t be having this problem. If you just complied, I could make you feel a lot more comfortable.”

He relaxed between your legs, his thumb tracing lines along your neck. He stared at you, momentarily letting down his guard, and that’s when you saw your chance.

You whipped your head forward, your skull connecting with his harshly, knocking him backwards. Your teeth clanked against each other and he grunted in pain as he fell back. You used your feet to get a good kick in, though your assault was immediately halted when he grabbed your unchained ankle roughly, his eyes reconnecting with yours. You gulped as he moved towards you in an aggressive manner, his eyes aflame with anger.

You fucked up.

He kneeled before you, back between your legs, but this time a lot closer. His chest roughly pressed against yours, his hips pinning your body against the wall. One hand slammed against the concrete next to your head, the sound making you flinch, whilst the other gripped your chin painfully tight. He brought his face in close, too close, his hand tilting your head so that your eyes stayed connected with his.

“You know, I enjoy a good challenge,” he mused, tilting your face slightly to the left so that your neck was exposed to him. “But there are other ways to get what I want.”

Before you could question him, you felt a pair of warm lips against your neck and you let out a startled gasp. He left a trail of harsh kisses along your skin, something that would usually make you swoon but in this circumstance, it made your stomach churn. Your breath hitched when he sank his teeth into a particular spot against your neck, an action that nearly caused you to moan aloud. He chuckled as he heard your panicked breaths, his lips moving further up your neck until they were dotting along your jawline.

He paused, moving upward until his lips were ghosting yours. He stared into your eyes, a smirk on his face. “Tell me what I want to know,” he said sensually, the hand he had on the wall moving to rest tightly against your waist.

“I already told you,” you snapped back. He simply hummed in response, and before you could protest, he had slammed his lips against yours and had whisked away the air within your lungs.

His lips worked feverishly against yours, not in a kiss of passion or romance, but in a kiss of lust and hunger. He pressed his tongue along the seam of your lips, asking for entrance. When you denied him, he dug his nails into your waist harshly, causing you to involuntarily whine, and he took the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. It was a sloppy kiss, the smell of burning logs exchanging with each breath. You were the first to pull away, an action that caused him to groan in frustration and arch against your chest.

Your eyes were wide and you panted, heaving for air. You stared at him incredulously as he licked his lips, smirking at your flustered state.

“You taste good, princess,” he purred, enjoying the red hue that was spreading across your face.

He returned his lips to your neck, moving further and further down. His teeth grazed along your skin, sinking into your flesh here and there as he trailed bites along your collarbone. You squirmed under his ministrations, letting out a breath of air as your hands tightened into fists.

“Enjoying yourself?” he whispered against your skin, an edge to his voice.

You grit your teeth and snarled, “You wish.”

In return, he bit down on your collar hard, his teeth digging into your flesh. You let out a pained whimper as his teeth broke your flesh, hard enough to draw blood. You trembled as he lapped it up with his tongue, his being sighing contently when you winced in pain whenever his tongue brushed against your wound.

He trailed his tongue upward, bored with the trail of blood that dribbled from your collarbone, until his lips brushed against your ear.

“Are you ready to tell me what I want to know, princess?” he murmured against your ear.

“There is no way in hell I’d- Ahh-“ you were interrupted by him when his hand swiftly snaked under your shirt, his palm tightly pressing against your chest.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you,” he whispered into your ear, all whilst he was palming your left breast. You shut your eyes tightly, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to keep you from letting out any embarrassing noises.

His fingers hooked between the middle of your strapless bra and he went to forcefully pull it down when you shot your hand to his wrist, stopping him. He glanced into your eyes, pausing his movements.

“No,” you told him through a shaky breath. Your hand was trembling against his wrist, your nails digging into his skin through the material of your shirt.

He smirked, moving his face closer to yours. “No?” he mused. “But it seems like you’re enjoying this as much as I am.”

You went to retort when suddenly your hand began to heat up and you hissed, yanking it away from his wrist quickly. His palm lit up like a torch and you could only watch in horror as both your bra and shirt crumbled to ash atop you. His smirk widened as he brushed away the ruined remains, his eyes lazily raking over your exposed top. You moved your arms to quickly cover yourself when he caught your wrists with his hands, pinning them against the wall on either side of your head.

Your lip trembled as he shuffled his body downwards, his eyes taking in every inch of your skin. You could feel his breath fanning against your bare chest, the sensation giving you goosebumps. He leaned forward, his lips grazing over your skin, and he said quietly, “Tell me what I want to know.”

You choked back a whine as you breathed out, “N-No.”

He grinned, moving forward so that his lips could wrap around one of your rosy, pink nipples. He sucked gently, his tongue flicking against the bud. Your head tipped back against the wall, your body stiffening as he gently bit down. Your mouth fell open and you moaned softly at the action, something your stomach twisted at when you realized what you just did. He chuckled against your skin, his lips detaching from your nub with a loud, wet plop.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he murmured quietly, his tongue dragging over his lips as if you savor the taste of your skin. His hands dropped your wrists, landing on your waist instead to toy with the hem of your pants, his eyes boring into yours.

“Don’t,” you pleaded with wide eyes.

He smiled as he admired your trembling lip. He brought one hand up to cup your cheek, a gentle move, his thumb brushing gently back and forth as if to soothe your nerves. He leaned down, his forehead resting against yours as he stared into your eyes.

“It can all be over if you just tell me what I want to know,” he said gently, his voice laced with false reassurance.

“I already told you,” you whimpered out.

He clicked his tongue in disdain before he pushed his lips onto yours once more. It was a softer kiss, not as forceful as the first, but the only reason he was doing it was to distract you whilst he hiked down your pants.

You could feel them growing. The tears. They were building up in your eyes, threatening to spill, and you let out a feeble sniffle. He shushed you against your lips as he helped your legs out of your pants, leaving you in nothing but your plain underwear.

You didn’t want this. At least, you thought you didn’t want this. Your mind was running wild, and though your brain was screaming for this to stop, your body was heating up with want. You couldn’t suppress the growing slick between your thighs, as sick as it sounded.

Almost hesitantly, he moved his hand away from your cheek and you found yourself missing the warm, tender sensation. He dragged it down your body, tracing your neck, skimming over your chest, resting against your stomach before it landed on your inner thigh. He traced circles there with his fingers, moving higher and higher towards your clothed core.

He paused, his fingers skimming the fabric of your panties, and he glanced at you. You held his stare, his eyes trained into yours. It was almost as if he were searching for something.

“Do you want this?” he asked after a moment.

What?

No.

You don’t know.

You stared at him, your lips parting slightly. Did you? Did you want this? It was wrong. It was entirely wrong and you know it. You were a hero. A pro hero. He was a villain. He was with the League of Villains. You couldn’t possibly want this.

“Yes.”

His bright blue eyes clouded over with unadulterated lust. His fingers pressed against your clothed core, your breath catching in your throat, and he smirked devilishly.

“I may be a villain, but I won’t take you unless you want me to,” he mused. “I’m shocked, hero. Saying yes and all. But I shouldn’t be. This wetness between your legs explains everything.”

He hooked a finger into the fabric of your panties and pulled it to the side, revealing your glistening heat to him. He admired you for a moment, his eyes raking over your lower half, before he pressed two fingers against your folds. He spread them easily and you shivered, embarrassment flooding through you as you realized just how exposed you were to him.

He caught wind of your flustered state and he chuckled before a finger dipped between your heat, sinking into you swiftly.

Your head tipped back and you moaned in pleasure, your eyes screwing shut tightly. He kept his finger buried in you for a moment before he began to move, pistoning it in and out. With each movement he went deeper and deeper until your walls nearly enveloped his knuckle.

You shuddered. You shouldn’t be doing this. You knew that. But it felt so good.

Your eyes shot open when you felt another finger being pushed into your core. You whimpered as it was even tighter than before, his long fingers stretching you out. He waited a moment for you to adjust before he began to pump them again, his pace faster than before.

Your breaths were becoming more and more labored as he worked his fingers within you. His pace was quick and he smirked when he looked down at you, admiring your flushed cheeks and the sweat that was beginning to form along your forehead.

The hand around your waist tightened when he added yet another finger. He grit his teeth when he realized just how tight your walls were, your heat constricting around him as he pumped his fingers within you. You moaned, your legs beginning to shake as pleasure shot through your body.

It felt good. It felt so good.

After a few moments, you gasped out when he curled his fingers within you, your eyes squeezing shut. “So close!” you whined, your words being followed by a sensual moan.

“Come on. Come undone on my fingers, little hero,” he purred.

Your mouth fell open in a silent cry as your body convulsed, your walls tightening around his fingers. Your orgasm washed over you in pleasurable waves, your body going numb for a few seconds, all the while he pumped lazily into you to help you ride it out to the fullest.

As you slowly came to, your half-lidded eyes watched as he retracted his hand. He studied the fluids that coated his fingers, his eyes briefly flickering to yours. He stared back at you as he brought his fingers to his mouth, his lips wrapping around them. His eyes never left yours as he sucked on them loudly, making sure to give a loud ‘pop’ once he was done. Your mouth gaped open as he smirked at you.

There was a moments silence, albeit your loud breathing. Finally, he shuffled, and you watched as he got to his feet, his lean form towering over you. Despite your recent euphoria, your pleasurable state was soon replaced by an uncanny sense of fear as his blue eyes bore into yours.

“Dabi,” he said.

You blinked in confusion.

When you didn’t respond, he said, “My name is Dabi. Remember it, princess. You’ll be screaming it next time I visit.”

With that, he sent you a wink and turned around, his boots clicking on the floor as he opened the door with a loud creak. You could only watch in stupidity as he left you alone, naked, and confused in the room.

Shit.

#dabi x reader #dabi smut #yandere dabi #dabi #touya todoroki #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha smut #bnha smut #tw: noncon #tw: injury

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my completely biased and official rating of every keyblade ever:

Kingdom Key: absolute classic. excellent design for the like, mascot keyblade. very simple, vaguely key shaped. i hate the mouse head though it's so stupid and makes no sense. and i hate mickey. 9/10 minus a point for the weird mickey keychain

Oathkeeper: wonderful. amazing. never boring. excellent design love the heart and wings and all the significance. and that the keychain is kairi's charm? terrific. 10/10

Oblivion: brilliant. awesome. phenomenal. again excellent design the wings and chains and purple crystal are absolutely perfect. love the crown keychain. 10/10

Ultima Weapon 1: literally just a sword with some filigree on it. nice. too much yellow and i don't like the weird cyan gradient on the guard. 7/10

Kingdom Key D: d for disgusting. i don't have any other comments i just hate it. 2/10

Keyblade of Hearts: yeah that sure is an anti-keyblade. love the simplicity and the heart in the negative space of the teeth. and that it doesn't have a keychain, that fueled a lot of theories for 12yo me 8/10

Lady Luck: i think i don't like this one bc to get it u need to use a white trinity but you can't do that until near the end and i have way cooler blades to use. the design is pretty ok, don't really get the card keychain tho. 5/10

Olympia: oh the sight of this one makes me irritated because the kh1 strategy guide uses this in one of the pictures for the fight against possessed riku. it did not help me win. and i hate short keyblades. love the clouds and columns though 7/10

Jungle King: kinda ugly but i appreciate that it looks kinda handmade. also like the butterfly keychain bc it doesn't look like it fits but it Does. also the first good alternate blade u get in the game so. 8/10

Three Wishes: not bad but it doesn't stick out to me either. also doesn't scream agrabah to me but also it does? 6/10

Pumpkinhead: NICE. very long and very cool. the teeth looks like bat wings and a pumpkin so very epic. 9/10

Wishing Star: so pointless i already have pumpkinhead. also short. cute design though i like the gears. 5/10

Crab Claw: i never used this one because it stuck out so ugly in Halloween Town </3 i love blue and crabs though so 8/10

Fairy Harp: I HATE YOU DIE. short and stupid. does NOT remind me of neverland at all. 1/10

Divine Rose: pretty nice but short and lategame. always thought its existence was kinda weird?? like thanks belle but why. i have oblivion. 7/10

Spellbinder: for some reason i really don't like it. i like blue and the circles are neat. the handle looks really painful though. 4/10

Metal Chocobo: kinda ugly lol. love the holes and chocobo keychain. 8/10

Lionheart: oh i am so biased by recoded. absolutely excellent keyblade. design's kind of weird tho where are those lions going. 9/10

Diamond Dust: so i was really confused because i thought this was khux-only or maybe bbs keyblade but apparently it's kh1 final mix only. you know what i got as a reward for fighting the ice titan? sephiroth. you know what i got for fighting sephiroth? NOTHING. it was my favorite khux blade though so grrrr 7/10

One-Winged Angel: grr bark bark final mix again fuck you. kinda weird design though like what is the teeth? a meteor? should've been a wing. nice guard though there's not enough hand room. excellent keychain obviously. 8/10

Ultima Weapon 2: very similar to the first but blue and symmetrical. very good learn from your mistakes. 9/10

Way to Dawn: YEAAAHHHHHHH BOY HERE IT IS PERFECT EXCELLENT GREAT DESIGN WONDERFUL LORE. HAS WINGS. THE EVOLUTION FROM SOUL EATER. THE LACK OF THORNS ON THE HEART. 10/10

Destiny's Embrace: very cute!! my favorite part is the name. i wish it wasn't so like. stereotypically girly though. like you look at the destiny trio's keyblades and can immediately pick out which one is The Girl's. 9/10

Star Seeker: i wanna hate it because it's mickey's/yen sid's but honestly it's so nice. the stars and moons and comets and gradients and colors... wonderful 9/10

Rumbling Rose: oof. weird and ugly and gross. keychain looks like a ladybug from far away. 3/10

Hero's Crest: bring the clouds back. i don't really get the design but i like columns. 5/10

Monochrome: super cute!! i don't like Timeless River but this fits it so well and has cute hit effect. 8/10

Mysterious Abyss: i always get this one way late in the game so it's always pretty pointless oops lol. also the design doesn't really say atlantica?? 3/10

Follow the Wind: another weird miss but i like this one more. nice wheel shaped guard, and that the keychain is a cursed coin. 6/10

Wishing Lamp: now THIS is the agrabah keyblade. very nice and elegant. looks like the palace! 7/10

Decisive Pumpkin: THIS ONE 😭😭 it's so ugly but it's so strong so i have to use it but it's so ugly. it does look like jack's idea of christmas so points i guess 😭 4/10

Circle of Life: also pretty ugly. and short. sorry simba. 3/10

Sweet Memories: shrek voice it doesn't even have attack. i don't like winnie the pooh so that's definitely influencing me. makes cute noises iirc and looks pretty cute. 4/10

Photon Debugger: this one should look pretty cool but my brain is saying it's bad. i think the giant red ball by the teeth are throwing me off. love the neon blue tho 5/10

Gull Wing: why the weird space in the name. anyway. i really want to love this keyblade bc i love X2 but it's really bad. i'm so sorry YRP kh did you so wrong. excellent keychain choice though. 2/10

Guardian's Soul: MUCH better thank you. auron my beloved <3 the lines are very appealing and i like how simple it appears. also looks like auron's swords. 8/10

Sleeping Lion: wayyy better than lionheart. looks kinda like a gunblade! again though what are those lions doing. 8/10

Fenrir: my car key got in a fight. 1/10

Bond of Flame: looks like a bad first draft of axel's keyblade. either the teeth or the guard should look like a chakram, pick one. love it though. 7/10

Two Become One: MY BELOVED <3 excellent design, so so so roxas i think he should use it. very excellent i love the little twist at the top. checkered handle is a little weird. 10/10

Fatal Crest: lol i was so mad when i first saw this because it looked like one of my oc's keyblades. i like it now though, it's a dragon!! pretty neat bro 8/10

Winner's Proof: oh this one is so cute. if it wasn't a reward it would be really weird and bad. surprisingly elegant! and there's even 13 mushrooms on it! 9/10

(shoutout to portadorx on deviantart for the 358 keyblade refs)

Missing Ache: YOU. interesting design, though it says roxas more than ventus to me. great first alt keyblade. 7/10

Ominous Blight: very edgy names in this game <3 looks like guardian's soul, which is interesting. i don't like yellow but it works bc blight 6/10

Abaddon Plasma: what a cool fucking name. so many yellow keyblades. but very cool looking i love roxas' aesthetic 8/10

Pain of Solitude: this is just pink missing ache. 8/10

Sign of Innocence: SO COOL. idk what's going on in most of these blades but i love it. 9/10

Crown of Guilt: come on. it doesn't look like a crown. big disappointment. very cool though 6/10

Abyssal Tide: so cool!! i love blue and fighting in midair <3 the teeth kinda looks like waves 8/10

Leviathan: weirdly furry looking. very cool guard 6/10

True Light's Flight: looks like two become one if it was only one. the top kinda looks like the nobody sigil 9/10

Rejection of Fate: SPEAR. epic name too, but i think it should swap names with true light's flight. very cool but i don't remember seeing it in name. kinda awkward bc it looks like it should be a spear 7/10

Midnight Roar: sooo cool. the orange handle pops without looking wrong... nice. also the teeth kinda look like a bat. 9/10

Glimpse of Darkness: ugly. weirdly bulky and hollow. short. 3/10

Total Eclipse: weirdly bumpy sword. i like how the orange looks like it glows. 5/10

Silent Dirge: GoD but purple. 2/10

Lunar Eclipse: TE but purple. 4/10

Darker than Dark: Hello 😳TLF but purple 10/10

Astral Blast: Abyssal Tide but yellow. interesting choice, but kinda clashes with the blue accents 7/10

Maverick Flare: Ominous Blight but red... excellent. very nice. 8/10

Twilight Blaze: Abaddon Plasma but red... also excellent. very epic. 9/10

Omega Weapon: props for not looking like any of the ultima weapons. very interesting and spiky but i kinda don't like it. 6/10

Aubade: kinda weird. "draws forth its wielder's personality"... ok. looks light elemented. 7/10

Wooden Stick: lol 10/10

Umbrella: not what i would've chosen but lol 10/10

Zero/One: WONDERFUL, EXCELLENT, AMAZING. i can't really explain why i love this one so much it's just very good. 10/10

Earthshaker: very solid design. not much to say it's just nice. love the colored guard. 7/10

Ends of the Earth: love that it is so clearly an earthshake upgrade. makes u realize how incomplete the first one is. 9/10

Dreadgnaw: kinda silly looking lol those are teeth. love the red bit in the center. looks very similar to earthshaker in a good way. 8/10

Chaos Ripper: looks like EotE but in a bad way. i don't like the weird teeth. it's also almost impractically long but i'm here for that. ALSO THE EYE. NICE. 7/10

Rainfell: oooo i love this it's so simple but so nice. very elegant 9/10

Stormfall: less nice. looks like a rainfell upgrade though. also kinda looks like master's defender which makes sense but i don't like it. 6/10

Brightcrest: GORGEOUS. PERFECT AND WONDERFUL. SO PRETTY. i wish it was kairi's. kinda looks to ornamental for aqua? but good for her. 10/10

Wayward Wind: none of ventus' blades look very ventusy to me. this one looks like an extra training one they had sitting around. cool shape though 5/10

Frolic Flame: NICE. looks like lea's frisbees! i like fire and fire designs so but it's a little awkward looking 8/10

Lost Memory: ok so first off WINGS. EXCELLENT. love that the only color is the heart. very cool and epic but i don't understand why it doesn't have a reverse grip handle. or the pointy bit at the tip. but still 10/10

Void Gear: hiii vanitas :) so anyway in my totally unbiased opinion this is the best keyblade ever obviously. love the gears and red accents and it's just super cool. the eyes and chains... vanitas character development keyblade when <3 10/10

Void Gear (White?): still very cool, love the simple contrast going on. 10/10

No Name: i didn't know this one was also called no name which is kinda lame. but i love the keyblade it's very cool. super glowy and i love the time design. 9/10

Crown Unlimit: I almost really like this one. very neat design, love the crowns and twists and glow. 7/10

Master's Defender: literally so plain and boring. i don't care if that's the point give it some frills. nice design though :/ 7/10

Broken Xblade: love the broken bits and the weird rust color. wish one of the kingdom keys was more broken and i think the top bit should be broken too. 7/10

Wooden Keyblade: sobbing and crying and tears. this is literally so cute and good and i love that it looks like Ends of the earth. or the kingdom key i guess. 10/10

Treasure Trove: i never expect to like this one but it's actually pretty nice :) wish the gems looked like they were spilling from the top and not leaking from the bottom. 8/10

Stroke of Midnight: also surprisingly nice! the guard kinda looks like a pumpkin which is cute. just a very cute design. 8/10

Fairy Stars: rad as hell. absolutely love this design very appealing. like how point the stars are. 9/10

Victory Line: i hate this one. maybe bc i don't like the world. kinda ugly and the teeth look awkward. 3/10

Mark of a Hero: ok we brought the clouds back but the weirdly buff trophy arm fucks this up. the blade is also just kind of a column, nothing going on there. 4/10

Hyperdrive: super cute!! love how the blade looks like laser fire and engine streams. the teeth are weird again though, and the handle looks like a bee 8/10

Pixie Petal: SO much better than fairy harp. this one is very cute and these teeth actually fit with the rest of the design. kinda short though >:/ 7/10

Sweetstack: oh this is so cute. a bunch of ice cream scoops!! why are the teeth oranges and what are some of those flavors. why are cones on the guard soft serve. 8/10

Ultima Weapon bbs: NICE. A SWORD WITH SOME FILIGREE BUT ALL IN BLUE. LOVE the wayfinders on it, very good for them. wish it wasn't just blue since it seems so aqua-centric but it looks nice soo 10/10

Skull Noise: LITERALLY SO PERFECT. THAT'S SO TWEWY. INCREDIBLE. the headphones and mr mew keychain... wonderful. only thing is that the name is kinda weird. like it makes sense but sounds weird. 10/10

Guardian Bell: i like it more than i think i would. elegant looking, and i love the gargoyles on it. hate the sentient gargoyles tho. 8/10

Dual Disk: VERY cool! looks like it has a reverse grip. the teeth are really cool and i love the bright blue. 9/10

Ferris Gear: eh. pretty cute but i think my pinocchio bias is acting up. the gears are nice, reminds me of wishing star. 5/10

Knockout Punch: SO COOL. really love the spikiness and colors and that the guard looks like the monkey. unfortunately for it, i don't like monkey. 8/10

All for One: the design's nice and it matches the world... but eh. 5/10

Counterpoint: so fun!! the violin guard is great, and the blade looks so cool. the teeth are a little awkward looking, it goes up too much. 9/10

Divewing: RAD!. just a sword with a heart on it and i love it. just so fucking cool. and the guard looks like a wing so 10/10

Sweet Dreams: so cute :) in love with the meow wow on top, but the teeth go up too much again. and i think there should be some komory wings on it. 7/10

Ultima Weapon DDD: NICE. almost identical to the kh1 blade, but blue and BETTER. the wings above the guard and the crown coming out of dream eater sigil... brilliant. 10/10

Unbound: not a hit 💔 just kinda weird and unfinished looking? and the lime green bit is off-putting. the hear at the top is nice. 2/10

End of Pain: ok mood shift hello. looks like it should be one of terra's evil blades. at first i was thrown off but looking closer it's so cool. the wings and eye at the top... the horns above the guard... the butterfly and gazing eye (buttereye) keychain... magnificent. the blade reminds me of x2 dark knight paine's sword. 10/10

Ocean Rage: looks pretty cool at first but the monstro mouth guard is literally horrifying i don't want to look at it anymore 1/10

YMX's keyblade: apparently has no name and is different than the one in bbs. nothing new really to say since it looks pretty similar but the goat head on top is super interesting. how much did No Name (luxu) influence young xehanort... 9/10

Mirage Split: absolutely perfect. i can't think of anything that isn't positive to say. the stained glass, the heart by the teeth, the thin lines, the gradient, wings, pointy, the keychain, literally all perfect. 10/10

Nightmare's End: also utterly perfect. i don't like yellow but it works here and looks great. the cyan gradient is startling but matches MS so i love it. all the colors in the stained glass are wonderful. 10/10

Starlight+: a little guady. but i love how the stars look like comets. the twisted blade looks neat too, but what's the point of the pointy bit on top. 7/10

Treasure Trove+: love that it looks golden and gem encrusted. very rich looking, but the cart is still leaking gems. 8/10

Lady Luck+: NOW the card thing makes more sense, i love how its incorporated throughout the design. more more interesting than the original. 9/10

Three Wishes+: looks like fire?? which is way cooler but why??? i like it more but where's the agrabah. 8/10

Olympia+: CLOUDS. like that zeus is in the clouds, but they took my columns. and the cyan handles are really weird. 7/10

Divine Rose+: excellent. what it should've been all along. the iridescenty guard is suuuper pretty and all the leaves and vines are great. 10/10

Moogle o' Glory: a lot happening here but i love smacking shit with a moogle head. there's so much happening and i don't really get it. 7/10

Fairy Stars+: i didn't know it could get better, the teeth is super cool looking but i wish the twisty blade was more visible. 9/10

Sleeping Lion+: love that it turns that metallic light blue color, very pretty. and the handle looks more like the gunblade! very nice looking and i used it a lot but the top is very weird. 9/10

Counterpoint+: let's take all the fun and exciting bits from the original and crANK IT UP TO ELEVEN. wait. stop. go back it's too much. very pretty still i love colors. 8/10

Fenrir+: my car key recovered from that fight. looks wayyy cooler and looks like ff7. hate the cyan glow though it feels weird. 6/10

Darkgnaw+: took me forever to find an image bc i keep calling it dreadgnaw. much cooler than the original, it looks like it's gonna bite you. the purple is also very nice. 9/10

Missing Ache+: POINTY. super cool but how does ventus twirl it around without poking himself. the colors are fun and it looks rad. 10/10

Diamond Dust+: i used this one the most <3 very pretty i love shades of blue and purple :) looks kinda icy but the top is weirdly flat. 9/10

Bad Guy Breaker: there's so much happening calm down 😭kinda nice but there's a lot to look at. also this world irritated me. 4/10

Gula's Keyblade: #leopardus4ever. as you can see, this keyblade is perfection. fun and spiky and lightningy. i think the whole blade should be lightning tho. 10/10

Aced's Keyblade: do any of these have names. anyway what a dreadgnaw ripoff 🙄 it suits him but guess what. i don't like him. 5/10

Ira's Keyblade: i don't like ira either but his blade is fucking great. love the teeth so much, and the colors. very pretty and cool 8/10

Invi's Keyblade: absolutely gorgeous. i love the flowing lines and little vines. love the colors and also it's super long. 9/10

Ava's Keyblade: girl this hurts to look at on a white background. very pretty though, i love how wispy and cloud-like it is. looks delicate which is great considering she'll kick anyone's ass. 8/10

No Name: unfortunately, this is absolutely wicked. look at it. it's wonderful. the goat head looks so much cooler than the other animal heads somehow, and i love the hollow center of the blade. and the teeth look like a claw, a little. just so fucking cool but i hate everyone who uses this. 10/10

Shooting Star: super pretty, i love how this one flows. i wish the blade went down to wrap around the guard though, instead of cutting off. 8/10

Hero's Origin: they took away my clouds again. i like that half of it is just. zeus. the lightning bolts are cool, but the handle and guard don't really match. 6/10

Favorite Deputy: you are not my favorite deputy fuck you. i don't like toy story but i do like cactuses. 3/10

Ever After: this one's nice :) the guard is super pretty, but i wish there was more going on with the blade. 7/10

Happy Gear: this one's kinda ugly but i like it soo. the energy canister guard is cute. 7/10

Crystal Snow: i hate it so much. it's boring and the keychain is olaf and i don't like frozen. 1/10

Hunny Spout: pretty cute :) the honey jars remind me of sweetstack. i like the wooden handle. 7/10

Wheel of Fate: cool as hell that's my boat. love that the blade looks like a mast that's so cool. wish it wasn't so gray though. 8/10

Nano Gear: ah, here's the color. i like everything except how the nanobots look at the top. it's just kinda gross. 7/10

Grand Chef: oh this is so cute. but why is remy the teeth. poor rat :( but it looks very nice i like how the Tower goes into the guard 8/10

Classic Tone: fuckyoufuckyoufuc. i hate this one. pretty ugly and i don't like it. 2/10

Starlight: SO GOOD. very simple but i like that. looks mysteriously similar to the kingdom key? i love it but it needs a little more going on. 9/10

Ultima Weapon 3: LOOK AT IT. ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE THEY CAN'T MAKE A BETTER ULTIMA WEAPON. the silver and red look so good and it's spiky and cool. and the red is glittery!!! why? i don't care it's phenomenal. the spiky heart teeth. that it looks like it's moving. i wish i could break my rating scale. 10/10

Braveheart: riku kingdomhearts stole my fucking car key. we've all heard the complaints i'm not repeating them 1/10

Star Cluster: it's really nice >:( mickey switch with riku pleaase. the star theme is really cute and the colors are nice but why does it look so similar to the kingdom key. 8/10

Flame Liberator: i don't like the name but ok i guess. the keyblade is so fucking cool though. it's what bond of flame wanted to be. i love fire and it looks like it moves so hell yeah. 9/10

Xblade: still can't decide if i like this or not. How do you hold it comfortably. Love the glistening spiky bits. 8/10

#that's all of them holy shit #you are required to read this #might make another list with all of them in order if i feel insane enough #kingdom hearts #pere's bullshit #kh #keyblades

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before-we-get-started · 3 years

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Dream Come True

Colin Shea x O/C Corinne MacAdam

Multi-Chapter Story - Complete

Summary: Colin Shea and his band Rock the Cradle are finally making it big - until something unexpected happens. When he meets a girl that makes him reconsider his player ways, he thinks his life may be coming together, until she blows it apart.

Warning: Bad language, smut, suicidal ideations - no one under 18, please

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please do not read if you are underage. I do not own the character of Colin Shea; the rest are my original characters. By reading beyond this point, you understand the disclaimers as posted.

Chapter Two

“Hey Colin, you’re not the only one on the court! Pass the ball!”

Colin Shea dribbled once, jerking his head to the right, totally duping the defender trying to keep him from the basket. He took advantage of his opponent taking the bait and drove left, hitting a perfect layup.

“I believe that’s the win, gentlemen,” he said confidently, hands on hips, a broad smile across his handsome face. His spiky blonde hair was damp with sweat and he wiped his face on the front of his t-shirt, revealing defined abs.

“Come on man, best of three.” The other team was already lining up to start a new game.

“Fine,” he said, flashing the smile, ocean blue eyes sparkling. He tossed the basketball across to his opponent.

Colin’s team huddled up. “Look, I know you’re the leader of the band, but we’re supposed to be a team out here,” grinned Kevin, one of his teammates. His whole band was here – Mike, Evan and Spencer rounding out the five. “Let’s show them the razzle dazzle this time.”

Colin grinned. He loved razzle dazzle. At their meeting yesterday, the guys had agreed playing hoops was the best way to kill the nervous energy they all had for tonight, their first real shot at a recording contract. They’d played the same three bars for several years, developing a local following but never attracting any attention from anyone that could help them get further - until last week, when a producer from National Records had stopped in to Finnegan’s for a beer while in town for a conference. He was immediately drawn to the band on stage – young, full of energy and great musicians. The song they were singing was catchy but not familiar – could it be an original? They were almost too good to be true.

He’d caught them after they finished their set and got their story – high school friends that all had some kind of music in their background, and all believed they were good enough to live off their talent. They’d formed a band junior year of high school and had been together since. They’d all finished college but stayed together and continued to play. Their biggest claim to fame was playing the birthday party of the daughter of one of the Red Sox. Other than that, it was the three bars, some parties and lots of hope.

Tonight they’d discuss the potential to start the process of recording five original songs to be marketed by National. They’d tried streaming their music before, but this would give them an incredible boost. The next step would be a tour – the producer was considering hooking them up with two other bands that would head out for the summer. Come June, they’d be seeing the country on National Records’ dime. All of their hard work would finally pay off.

The other team inbounded the ball to start the third game, all of the players hyped and vocal. Spencer slapped the ball away from the opponent, bounce passing it to Kevin.

“Razzle dazzle!” he yelled, throwing the ball high to the hoop. Colin swooped in and reached up, dunking the ball with force. He saw Kevin throw his fist in the air just as he caught an opposing player with his leg, throwing him straight back. He landed flat on the cement, and everything went dark.

Serene. That was the only word Cori could use to describe it. She was surrounded by serenity. Soft golden light, crystal blue water and silence. Total silence. She began to walk towards a cliff, water as far as she could see sprawled across the horizon. She felt light, almost like a feather. Her steps were slow and steady. Only a few more and she’d finally be free of all the pain.

She reached the edge and stared below. Turquoise water, calm and inviting. The sky was golden. The air was warm. It felt as though she was enveloped in comfort. She imagined for a moment how good it would feel to sink into the still water below and readied herself for one last step.

She stopped for just a second to steady herself and lifted her foot but felt something on her arm. Looking over her shoulder, there was someone. Her view was a little hazy. A guy, she thought. He was tall, with blonde spiky hair, a sweaty t-shirt and baggy gym shorts, and the most beautiful blue eyes she’d ever seen, more beautiful than the water below. The shirt bunched up around strong biceps. It sagged at the neckline, revealing the definition of his pecs, a silver chain and a tattoo with a few unreadable words peeking out. His nose was angled, a little crook at the top, and his lips were those of dreams – pink and pillowy. He was beautiful.

She took him in for a minute and assessed the situation. Was this the afterlife? Perhaps there really were angels. He certainly qualified. Maybe he was escorting her to the end.

“Don’t.” His voice was a deep baritone, just as sexy as he was. “Don’t take this step.”

She looked into those eyes and sighed. “Why?”

He hesitated – “it’s not time.”

She thought about that. He was mistaken. “It is,” she said. “Past time. Please let go. It’s what’s best, trust me.”

He tightened his grip a little, gently pulling her back toward him. “Not yet.”

She turned her body so she was facing him and she had to look up at him, taking in his broad shoulders. His hair was damp, his cheeks red like maybe he’d been running.

“Thank you, really, but I have to go. It’s ok.”

“No,” he said more sternly, pulling her a little closer.

She wasn’t angry or frustrated, just determined. “I have to go. It’s what’s best.” She tried to pull her arm away from him but she found herself in his embrace. She looked up and her nose was inches from his. His full lips were set in a grim line, his eyebrows scrunched with concern.

“Please,” she breathed softly. “I know you mean well. I just need to go. It’s too hard to stay. It hurts too much.” She felt a tear run down her cheek. Taking this last step would finally make the tears end.

He relaxed the frown a little, his face suddenly etched with concern. “What if this is just what’s easiest? What if there’s something you haven’t done yet? You’ll miss it.”

She let her head drop, the tears now flowing freely. “There’s nothing. There’s nothing for me,” she said, a soft sob escaping.

“I think you’re wrong. What if you’re wrong?” He pulled her a little closer, his strong arms now cradling her tightly.

She rested her head on his chest. It felt so good, so comfortable. His arms were so secure. He was warm and soft and despite the sweaty shirt, he smelled musky and masculine. It would be so easy to just relax into his embrace. But she didn’t deserve that.

She looked up at him and mustered a half smile. “Thank you. But I know. There’s nothing else for me. It’s all gone. I just want to go.” She tried her best to break out of his embrace but he wasn’t letting go.

“Not now. It’s not time.” He freed a hand to cradle her cheek, then pulled her face to his, his lips on hers. His kiss was warm and sweet and she felt as if she was floating on air. She leaned into him, deepening the kiss even more, wrapping her arms around his neck, fingers digging into his damp hair. It suddenly felt as if lightning was striking all around them. He pulled her so close she thought she might have become part of him. Her entire body was bathed in warmth, and then a chill enveloped her as he faded away –

“Clear!” She felt a jolt go through her, snapping her back to painful reality. Bright lights shown down on her. Every inch of her hurt. The pain was unbearable. She let out a scream and fell unconscious.

#chris evans #chris evans fanfic #chris evans angst #chris evans fanfiction #what's your number #cevans #colin shea fanfic #colin shea fan fiction #colin shea x ofc #colin shea x original fictional character

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companionwolf · 3 years

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stim/fidget toys I really want

rainbow magic puzzle ball

switch pitch ball

rubbabu ball

eni puzzle

simpl dimpl

cat squeez'meez

mobius / infinite rings fidget thing

bike chain fidget

infinite bubble wrap/button thing (the Japanese ones not the trendy ones)

edamame keychain

infinity cube

marble maze + variants

stretchy spiky animal thing

those little magnetic balls

more fidget cube

fidget pad?

more tangles

hamburger cat squishy

more squishy in general

more mochi squishy (seal ones)

more rolling bead keychains

hacky sacks

tiny plushie

boinks

bean bag

#wolf barking #stim #stim toys

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cabin-complex-jon · 3 years

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A question I tried to answer earlier (“what would you wear if you could wear anything” or something along those lines) got me thinking, so this evening I tried redrawing some of the patches I remember having on an old jacket that weren’t pride flags or miscellaneous art, plus some newer ones. IDs of each will be under the cut.

The “sometimes antisocial - always antifascist one” is based on satanscelestial’s here on tumblr, and the bottom right one is a print the host made a few years ago and that I decided to add words to. I thought it was beautiful even besides that, and we’re planning to put that one on the physical jacket we have.

ID: fifteen patch designs drawn in red on a white background. Most of them with text are written in all caps. From left to right and top to bottom, they include:

A large patch reading “Here, queer, and filled with existential fear” with rainbows on two of the opposing corners and blood patterns on the other opposing corners.

A circular patch with the antifascist three arrow design in the middle. Around the edge reads “sometimes antisocial / always antifascist.”

A square patch reading “pride is still protest.”

A circular patch reading “Humans aren’t the virus / capitalism is” with two hands grasping each other in solidarity. It’s not colored, but it‘s implied that one is wearing a dress shirt to represent white collar jobs, and the other is wearing a work uniform to represent blue collar jobs.

Two paired patches, one reading “trans rights are human rights” and “trans kids are human kids.”

A large rectangular patch reading “‘Do I support the queer community?’ / Well let’s just say I’m a bit bi-aced myself, eh?” The part that reads “Bi-aced” is written in stylized bubble letters, presumably for the respective pride flag colors to be filled in later.

An infinity autism pride flag patch with a red background.

A patch of the bi flag with “support bi men” written on it.

A bi/ace flag combo patch, with the rectangle that it’s made up of cut diagonally so each flag gets a side.

A square patch reading “fabric has no gender.”

An ace of hearts patch.

A square patch reading “fuck ableds / I’ll respect you once you respect me.”

A thin rectangular patch reading “‘proper’ English is bull.”

A large, intricate patch of a thin androgynous shirtless person. Their eyes are covered with a spiky looking mask, they are holding a spiked ball in one hand that is chained to a cuff on the same hand, and the other is grasping a bright, shining object above them. Their hips and legs are covered by a bush-like pattern, and the object they’re holding emits rays that fill the background. Midway between their torso and hand, the leaves of the bush turn into eye-like shapes that circle around the person’s arm. On the upper left and bottom right corner reads “We have nothing to lose / but our chains.”

#Jon’s art tag

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eelstims · 4 years

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My Stim Toy Collection!

This is going to get a tad long since I’ve been gathering stim toys for years, so take a peek under the cut!

This is the way I hold/sort my collection!

Two expandable pencil cases for the majority of my stim toys

a small bag for my daily fidgets/stims

a yoobi pencil case for my chews

a fabric storage container for my bigger/water based stims.

Here’s the content of my daily small bag!

A mini hedge ball

Rainbow bead rings

Another bead ring (I don’t remember where I got it sorry)

Snap and click fidget

Knitted marble fidget

Floppy bike chain loop

Bike chain flippy rings

Big mobii ball

Small mobii ball

Fidget spinner

Spiky acupuncture ring

One of those popper things from when u were a kid

Decibullz NPR 31 Earplugs

Here are my chews!

Stimtastic bee

Stimtastic oreo

Stimtastic cloud

Munchables hamsa

Ruthdoodle red stay

Amazon lego brick

Ruthdoodle circle

Munchables leaf

Stimtastic bat

Stimtastic lego brick

Stimtastic feather

Here is my main bag #1!

Bag of amethyst(?) rocks

Tangle therapy

Snap and click fidget

Noodly rubber light up ball

Squishy narwhal

Spiky ball

Squishables mini

Two plastic jumping frogs

Nuts and bolts spinner bolt

Spiky acupuncture ring

3 hair coil bracelets

Stimtastic wristband

2 finger puppets, one is soft while the other is hard

3 mini hedge balls

Octo cube

Thumbchucks/begleri

Helix plastic coil bracelet

Orbital spinner

2 rubber bouncy balls

Plastic coil bracelet

Glitter wand

Soft rubber brush

Fuzzy sloth filled with kinetic sand (if you see it at target buy it I swear)

Squishy stretch ball

Mini makeup blender sponge

Necklace chain

One of those popper things from when u were a kid

Spinning top

Kinetic sand

Twiddle fidget

Marble maze

Here is my main bag #2!

Flip sequin mermaid tail

Fidget dodecahedron

Stimtastic wristband

Suction cup ball

Rubber band thing

Slap bracelet

2 rubber pencil grips

Squishy stretch ball

Stress ball w/ a face

3 mini hedge balls (I love them a lot if you can’t tell)

Spiky acupuncture ring (I also love these things to death)

Soft finger puppet

Stretchy bear from the dollar tree

Glitter wand

Oobi hand eyes

3 of those popper things from when u were a kid

Bendy sock monkey

Magnetic locket

Nuts and bolts spinner bolt

Mini makeup blender sponge

Another rubber bouncy ball

Bumpy caterpillar keychain

Spiky dude

Weighted lizard

Keroppi squishy

Coil plastic helix bracelet

4 hair coils

Spinning top

Bead necklace

Kinetic sand

Homemade play-doh by Ruthdoodle

Franken-Tangle

Clacker

Plastic jumping frog

Spider slime

My box of bigger/water based stims!

Bumpy ball

Powder squishy unicorn

Fuzzy soft fox bath and body works hand sanitizer holder

Fuzzy sun squishy from target (It was $1 OwO)

Water squishy ball with glitter

One of those weird expandable ball things

The rest of my spike acupuncture rings

Crazy Aarons Thinking Putty in the color Northern Lights

Light up spiky-ish ball

Splat egg

Thats everything! If you want to know where i bought anything just leave it in the replies or dm me and I’ll let you know!

#stim #stimming #stim toy #stimboard #stim board #stim gif #stimmy #sensory #adhd #autism #autistic #fidget #My Text #my stims

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ourladytamara · 3 years

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Smokewood

Tamara 4/26/2021 - @_ourladytamara

cw: forced intox, CNC kinda?, slavery, ashtray stuff, choking

Black tongues of smoke crawl endlessly upwards and into the smog-choked sky above Nal Me’endara. Below them, the indefatigable churn and roar of industry; forges, smelters, crucibles, assembly lines, all spanned with wire and artery like macabre Christmas décor. Sickened ropes of reddened sunlight peek through the throat-burning air, casting lurid shadows upon the hallowed faces of the laborers below. But you’re not among them, not anymore; you find yourself catering to more refined tastes.

Within the core of the sprawling forge-city is the base of the great acropoli, growing like a mighty tree from a field of cloverlike factories. The bone and basalt edifices stretch high into the sky, thickened at their base like a thinner, pointier ziggurat. Runes cover its surface, hideous gargoyles staring down from stone perches as the structure climbs higher and higher – until it crowns at a pointed, angry tip, parting the smog and glaring down like an exterminator looming above a mound of ants.

Chandeliers hang from the high ceiling, mounted on the spiky basalt roof beneath luxuriant engravings and drooping red-and-black banners. Inky red smoke fills the room just as it fills the atmosphere beyond, the scent of musk and herbs hanging like stormclouds below the black stone surface.

You rub your Owner’s hoof with a tender hand.

“Gorgeous day, no?” she asks with a razor-toothed grin. “You can tell the extra whipping’s really helping with productivity.”

Sure, you were one of them, once upon a time – but that was years ago. You were making bullets when your Owner happened to tour the plant, your rosy little cheeks catching her eye; within seconds she had to have you, and ever since, you’ve been at her side. Digits explore the curvature of her cloven hoof. Your fingers glide across the subtle grooves and ridges, brushing the ball of her hoof before stroking her long, pointed heel with a hand.

Your Owner mewls in delight. Oh, how she loved your hands; so much softer than those of Demons and so eager to explore every inch of her decadent body. She’s far more voluptuous than human women could even dream of attaining, at least without rather-invasive body modification. Her pendulous, melon-sized breasts rest against her body, lazing to the side with the slant of her body upon her luxuriant carmine couch. In one hand she holds the Hellsteel chain connected to your equally-harsh and metallic collar, and in the other, a long, smoking pipe with a petite bowl at the end. Plumes of light-brown smoke rise from it like the smog outside the prismatic red windows.

She pulls the pipe to her mouth and takes a long, satisfied drag, holding it in while stretching against your touch. Seconds later, she exhales, thick tendrils of the stuff billowing from her nostrils and collecting in the smoky cloud filling the room.

“Mmhm – and the smokewood is just as delicious!” she coos, a look of satisfaction on her face. “By the Imperatrix, I might actually have to reward them for this! Especially considering how ghastly the last batch was – perhaps the threat of decimation is a better encouragement than I thought...”

You blink at her shyly.

“Oh – but you’re doing just as well, animal! I’d be remiss not to mention you and those lovely little fingers of yours, too, wouldn’t I?”

A smile spreads across your lips. It wasn’t worth worrying about her other property – you realized that a long, long time ago; you couldn’t sleep for three days after the first time she brought your leashed and bitchsuit-bound body to one of her Hellsteel mills, to “show you around.” It was, of course, more of a ploy to reinforce your budding obedience than a show of good will, but it’s impossible to deny how well it worked on your scared little mind.

“Mmm, a little further up, animal, if you would – my legs have been killing me…”

You nod and stretch out from your seating cushion beside her. Hands run up and down her legs, stroking her ankles and luxuriating over her coarse outerskin, pressing a finger into the ridged slit of tender black flesh beneath. A delighted chirp from your Owner as she brings the pipe back to her lips, the glow in her eyes dimming contentedly as she regards your smaller form and takes a deep, powerful toke. She’s easily a meter taller than you, not even counting her meter-long horns which twist up and backwards like a noble stag, totally dwarfing you as you begin to awkwardly clamber across her naked body. Her skin burns, noticeably warm to the touch as if she was running a fever. It’s relaxing, comforting – few other things bring you those joys, these days, and so you savor it for every drop.

Until she grabs you by the throat and pulls you up into her bosom, that is. You’re pinned between her breasts in seconds, choking as she twists the chain around her hand. The air in your lungs rushes out with a squeak, as she squeezes you between her tits and drags you forward by the throat. Before you can muster any further response she’s locked her lips against yours, chapped and ashy-feeling before her long, wet tongue forces inside you. Once you’re nice and open, she exhales; a blast of thick smoke fills your mouth instantly, clinging to your tongue with the overwhelming, alien taste. The force of her exhalation press it deeper into your lungs, cramming you full of the stuff like a fois grois goose. Her tongue fills you like a knobby, meaty cock, practically fucking your throat with it while the smoke crawls into your bloodstream.

You’re ready to pass out by the time she breaks the kiss. Her tongue slides out of you with a heavy pop, long strands of saliva and mucus wetting her face and chest as your panting, exhausted body rests against her soft abdomen. In seconds you can feel the vibration; it starts in your eyes, weighing on you like a pound of bricks, before slowly the world begins to spin, colors brightening and shapes melting together. She’s never let you have any, making a point to keep her smokewood box off-limits even to her other servants, and it’s rather safe to say your tolerance for the stuff is nonexistant. You cough violently, body shaking and trembling; smokewood burns hot, far hotter than anything you’ve smoked before. It clings to your throat, lips, tongue, a palpably thick resin that stings with the taste of peat and mugwort coating every inch of your insides. Oxygen is hard to come by; every panicked breath simple exhales more of the heavy smoke trapped within your lungs.

Your Owner, of course, is laughing hysterically. Every pained writhe is another chuckle from her, every eyewatering cough another equally-hilarious punchline for her. You can barely recognize her face as it begins to swirl like melting ice, spinning and brightening in your woozy little head. Beneath you, warm, summer air; you feel you could practically swim it, gently twitching a leg against your Owner’s soft stomach as you attempt to melt into her.

“Now you really look like an animal! How adorable!” she remarks, tone belittling you. “Writhing, struggling, agonizing – by the Imperatrix, I can practically taste it from here~!”

You stare at her with empty eyes, pupils wide like Hellbrass coins. Drool drips from your open mouth and hanging tongue onto your Owner’s already slobber-covered chest. Sweat clings to your red skin and mixes with the rest of the fluids. In seconds – but what feel to your intoxicated little mind like hours – you’re overwhelmed, the film coating your mouth now feeling as if it’s crawling out of your throat like a parasite to devour the rest of you. It’s hard to decide where the juices from your Owner’s overexicted cunt end and your bodily fluids begin – even harder for your addled mind to even make an issue out of it. Chemical hands, unseen, caress your brain with ginger motions.

“I’m bored, now.”

Without a further word your Owner rolls you off of her and onto the floor. You slam into the ground with a thud, head thankfully landing against the cushion you’d been sat on before. She smiles down at you, regarding you like a particularly-sadistic exterminator would regard skittering insects.

“I’m sure that was plenty of fun for you, too, animal, but unlike me, you’re not here to relax – you’re here to work, aren’t you?”

You nod through the stupor half-alert, like she’d trained you to. Work… how did you work, again? Everything begins to melt just like the walls and couch and your Owner are. Thoughts melt into other thoughts, memories melting into other memories, feeling melting into other feelings; sensation becomes like a singular point, the spinning vortex in the center of a rapidly-growing whirlpool draining your mind away.

“Open up.”

The ash from her pipe hits your tongue a second later. Thick, woody chunks of it quickly decay into a thin powder. Your breaths agitate it, spreading the dried fungal stalk like desert sand all over your sticky, resinous mouth. Saliva ceases to flow, mouth too gummed up with a smorgasbord of foulness; and still, through the drug-induced stupor, you find the strength to swallow.

#millennium penance #subscriber stories

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