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rogueddie · 2 years

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Steve has always been confused when people describe family- the structure, what it means to them, any of it. His parents were always distant with him. The babysitters they hired weren't any better.

He's never really considered family important or significant. It's a meaningless word to him. He has his relatives and that's it. He doesn't have any family, not the way people describe it as anyway.

Well. He used to think like that. He thought like that for a while and, for most of that time, he was right. But it very quickly turned around.

It started with Dustin.

The kid was clearly in awe of Steve. Steve had seen it clear as day and found himself desperate to keep him safe. And he did- he worked hard to keep the brat alive, despite repeated efforts to undermine that. And Dustin is so fiercely loyal.

"You die, I die!" Dustin had yelled at him once.

Steve had stared at him, with a sudden cold realization; he loves Dustin. The kid is his family. A weird mix between a little brother and a son. And Dustin clearly felt just as strong for him.

He already knew how ready he was to die for Dustin. He knew now, without a doubt, that nothing would be able to stop him from keeping him safe.

But, he reasoned, one pseudo-kid is enough.

Then Lucas had turned to him one summer. He wanted to get into basketball and knew Steve used to play. It was supposed to be simple practices, some tips and things like that. Nothing special, just advice between friends. Because that's all they were, at the time.

Over the summer, with all the time spent together, they quickly because good friends. And, again, Steve kept telling himself that it's just that. Friends. He's already got a weird pseudo-kid with Dustin.

Watching the game, however, quickly shatters that illusion. As soon as Lucas had stepped onto the court, Steve thought; "thats my kid!"

And Steve thought having one kid was a blessing- a horrible, sarcastic, needy blessing but a blessing none-the-less. Having two is chaotic, but oddly comforting. They're both so different and fill spaces in his heart he hadn't known were empty. They're more family than Steve had ever thought he'd be allowed to have.

But Max had quickly stepping into the picture.

There was always something about her that made Steve feel even more protective. Their first real time spent together being that van, the demodogs, definitely didn't help. He doesn't think he'll ever forget hearing her scream. He doesn't think he's ever moved as fast as he had then.

Seeing Billy getting aggressive with Lucas had only heightened it all. He'd only known Max a few days when he realized that she would never be able to shake him now.

Even when Max tried to push him away, after Billys death, saying the cruelest things she could thing of to get him to back off, he hadn't. He'd simply started to call her parents instead, made sure they knew if they needed anything, if Max ever wanted to vent to him again, he's still there. He's still waiting.

Seeing her in a hospital dead, essentially dead just… it feels like someone has shoved their arm down his throat and pulled his lungs out. Like someone has taken something so vital...

The only comfort, the only person who seems to settle him, is Eddie Munson. But... Eddie isn't part of his little pseudo-family. He wants him to be. He doesn't. It's... confusing. Because he likes Eddie.

Eddie, who lets Steve hold his fingers to his wrist so he can feel his pulse. Eddie, who insists on being moved into a wheelchair so Steve isn't sat in Maxs room alone. Eddie, who doesn't let anyone make Steve go home even though he probably should. Eddie, who looks at Steve like he hasn't failed him or the kids.

One day, Steve asks. He has to, he has to know.

"You're a good dad to them," Eddie explains. He quickly holds up a hand when Steve tries to deny it. "You are. And you aren't the only one who forgets it. You need someone to look out for you too and, since Buckley is too busy hitting on your ex, you're stuck with me."

"I'm not stuck," is all Steve could think to say.

"Hm?"

Steve ducks his head, tries to pull back but Eddie just holds onto his hand tighter. "I'm not... I don't feel stuck. With you."

"Good."

Steve glanced up. Eddie rewarding him with a bright grin, lifting his hand up to kiss the back of it. Steve can feel his face heating up. He doesn't feel embarrassed though, hopes the little smirk means that Eddie is taking his blush as encouragement.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #steve and his children #ficlet #steddie fic #i had no idea how to end this #sorry?#foundfamily

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underaverageheight · 10 months

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Only if You Watch

LMH x gn!reader smut - do not interact if you are a minor !! not really proofread

warning(s): mentions of fake blood & hanging (y/n recalls a memory) sub!minho x dom!reader, fingering, exhibitionism (i think? idk im new to this), cussing please let me know if i missed anything

a/n: this is my first smut piece so idrk what i'm doing tbh but again, let me know if i missed anything and as always, feedback is always helpful and i truly appreciate it since it's my motivation to keep writing! message me, reblog with feedback...anything i wanna know your guys' thoughts <3

prompt: "go fuck yourself" x "only if you watch"

you hated minho. at least, that's what you thought until you realized you'd love nothing more than for minho to break under your control. to hear those whines and whimpers, for those stupid little remarks and smirks to leave his face in an instant.

constantly, minho would be poking fun, doing everything possible to get under your skin. you tolerated it because chan's your best friend and you wouldn't want to make it awkward that one of his best friends can't stand the another.

today was movie night, at minho's. you were picked up by chan and really only went because of him anyways. you didn't care about whose house it is because chan's your best friend and partner in crime, you couldn't ditch him.

"welcome in guys, just about to do popcorn but the both of you can go ahead and get comfy on the couch. pick a movie," his innocent smile was all fake. you knew it since he began to tease you for unnamed reasons.

"thanks, c'mon y/n, minho has lots of movies," led over to the couch, you realized chan wasn't lying, he really did have a lot of movies. you sat with chan, sorting the movies. you were pretty open to most things except horror. when you were young, you came home to fake blood all over the house, one of your older brothers chasing you while masked and dripping in blood. your other brother, however, was waiting for you in the hallway, pretending to have been hung. you were traumatized, to say the least. you never forgave them for that and now you could never watch horror movies.

you heard the popcorn popping away as you read the back of a movie. then you heard the faint buzzing of a phone. "ah shoot. i'm so sorry guys, hannah just flew in a lot earlier than expected so i have to go pick her up and take her home. it'll be too late to come back, so enjoy the movie guys!"

"drive safe channie"

"bye hyung" minho's voice rang from the kitchen as he stepped out with the bowl of popcorn. setting down the bowl, he saw the movie you were holding and gave you a look, "romance? really? you could've picked horror, look at this wonderful stack of movies right here," he pat the growing stack of horror movies.

"um i just picked this one up and for your information, i hate horror. i don't understand why people watch this shit." you snapped at him, glaring slightly.

"never letting you pick a movie ever again," he muttered under his breath. with a sigh, he began to eat the popcorn.

"oh okay. you know what? go fuck yourself minho," you have always had a short temper, minho always knowing how to piss you off. but this only fuels your desire to break him.

he scoffed and looked at you with a slight smirk. "only if you watch,"

you were taken by surprise, your demeanor changing as you yank him towards his bedroom. "show me then." all signs of his cockiness drained from his face. he stuttered, clearly at a loss for words since his remark was meant to be a joke. not anymore.

"show me pretty boy. unless you want to call this off. just say the word and i'm out of here and this never happened." you leaned against his dresser, as he sat on the edge of his bed.

"i- i'll...i'll show you." his ears flared a bright red, even in the darkness of his room only lit by the fading sunset. minho was hard as he began to undress. he faced away from you, embarrassed when he was completely naked on his bed.

"go ahead and fuck yourself pretty bunny. i never knew you'd be like this considering all the annoying remarks you say. your cockiness is something to hide behind." you had began to look around his room, inspecting the little trinkets on his desk. while you were talking, he prepped himself and slowly began to finger himself. he was face down, his other arm muffling the soft moans that he let slip. being silent was the last shred of dignity he had.

"hngh," you froze, turning around to the sight of minho silently falling apart on his own fingers and softly rutting into the sheets.

"what was that? let me hear you," you crossed your arms, watching him remove his arm.

"n-nothing." you scoffed as you stepped toward the edge of the bed, pushing his fingers in even farther. a guttural moan erupted from his throat as his thighs began to tremble.

"pretty boy, was that nothing? if that was nothing, let me show you something," you stuck your fingers into his mouth as he sucked on them before switching his fingers with yours. with the angle you had, you reached the places that made him see stars. his back arched, his hips lifting off the bed as they slowly moved with your rhythm.

minho was panting, not wanting to give into the pleasure. "this? i can take this,"

"says the one fucking back onto my fingers," you increased your pace, causing him to moan again. you went deeper, feeling for his prostate. you knew you hit the right place when his hips froze and minho whined faintly. amused, you fingered him faster and deeper, abusing his prostate as his began to shake and whine.

"t-too much. feels g-good. c-can't-" he whined, making you go faster. oh this sight is one you'll never forget.

"you can take it. touch yourself. go ahead," you whispered into his ear as you moved his hand to his leaking cock. he started rutting into his hand quickly, to match the speed of your fingers. "good boy. show me what you got," he was whimpering now as he was approaching his high.

"g-gonna-" minho's eyes rolled back, his cum dripping off his fingers and onto the sheets below. you fingered him slowly through his high until he collapsed onto his bed.

"y'know i think you're okay, though you seem to hate me." you cleaned him up, wiping his sweat with a damp towel.

"i... i don't hate you, i'm just bad at expressing myself" minho muttered after his breathing was back to normal.

"bad? nah that was fucking terrible," you chuckled softly, rubbing circles on his back.

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#i had no idea how to end this #first time doing this #underaverageheight #stray kids #skz #skz imagines #스트레이키즈 #lee know #lee know x reader #lee minho x reader #skz smut #lee know smut #lee minho smut #minho smut #smut skz #stray kids smut #sub!minho #sorry this was long

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orbleglorb · 10 months

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[the birth of a star - a short fic to spread my coin and namerifeht divorce arc manifesto]

[content warnings for burns and (accidental) child harm]

Namerifeht had promised Aequitas that this was perfectly safe; all tales of the "Clay Boy," as they called it, were simply tales. Yes, there might be disastrous consequences, just like with anything you do, but many babies had been forged from clay and fire and led perfectly normal lives.

In the end, Aequitas let herself be persuaded. It was odd, for the roles to be reversed; usually, Aequitas had to convince Namerifeht to do something with an unknown outcome. But Namerifeht wouldn't suggest it if they weren't certain they'd be in no danger. So, they formed a human figure from clay (Aequitas thought it looked more like a ragdoll, but Namerifeht assured her it would work just fine), and gave it a drop of their golden ichor, and set it in Namerifeht's forge. As it was being placed in the flames, Aequitas's chest grew tight with the feeling that this would end badly, as it did in the folktales.

But once Namerifeht reached into the flames at the baby's first shrill cry and pulled out a little boy, Aequitas's fears melted. It was an ugly and wrinkly little thing, as most newborns were, but Namerifeht and Aequitas thought he was perfect, because he was theirs.

They spent a lot of time in those first few days holding him and marveling at their success. Even though they had a crib and high chair and all the other things you were supposed to buy for babies, they rarely set him down. He would go from one parent's arms to another, sucking his thumb and babbling incoherently. Namerifeht liked to have a one-sided conversation whenever he did that, responding to his gibberish with things "he said that?" and "I can't believe it!" Aequitas thought it was ridiculous, but it was cute how their kid got more and more excited with every response. On the day Namerifeht had to go back to work, because the world cannot go on without the Forge, the baby cried nonstop. Nothing Aequitas did would soothe him. She spent the day holding him to her bosom, wiping his tears and promising that his father would return, and both of them would do anything to protect him.

It took several weeks to find a name for him. The last name came easily; MacMillan, a Scottish name sometimes associated with holiness (usually in the form of monks, but that didn't matter. It had a nice ring to it). The first name they couldn't decide on. Aequitas favored Augustus, but Namerifeht shot it down. Namerifeht suggested Cyrus, but Aequitas felt a name that literally meant "sun" was too on the nose. In the end, they decided on a completely different name than either of their favorites: Parker. The name itself wasn't terribly popular, and had gotten less and less so by 1964, but neither were either of their suggestions. It's hard for eternal beings to stay with the times.

Turns out, it's also hard for eternal beings to raise a mortal. It was unbelievable to Aequitas just how breakable they were. She had bruised him several times just picking him up or burping him, and Namerifeht had accidentally burned him when picking him up after spending hours at the forge. They became scared to touch him after a while. What if they broke a bone, or worse? But no matter what, Parker reached his arms out and squealed whenever one of them passed by. Quickly, they learned how to scoop him up without hurting him, and how to carefully hug him tight, and how to play gently. And it seemed just as they had mastered that, Parker learned to walk and ran head-first into harm's way any chance he got.

After one particularly nasty incident, they began wondering if they were in over their head. Aequitas often took Parker to visit Namerifeht at work. Namerifeht did the same, but Aequitas's job was much less exciting for him. Parker loved the Forge. He would play with the soot sprites and gaze into the flames for hours, if allowed. Namerifeht was glad to have a break in the day, and would drop whatever they were doing to greet Parker (and Aequitas, of course). They'd scoop him up and show him everything they had been working on, then Parker would wiggle out of their arms and run off to terrorize soot sprites or build a tower out of kindling wood.

"We need to watch him," Namerifeht said, turning back to their anvil. "Plenty of ways to hurt himself around here."

Aequitas knew that they meant that she needed to watch him, but stayed anyway. "He'll be fine for just a second. I wanted to talk to you about--"

Parker let out the most pain-ridden scream either of them had heard in a long, long time. Namerifeht was faster than her, racing through rows of furnaces and grabbing him away from the brick opening of a kiln. When Aequitas caught up, she pretended not to notice Namerifeht's glare and wiped Parker's tears. His fingers were burnt badly, and, although the skin was already repairing itself, it needed attention.

"I'll take him to the doctor," Aequitas said, reaching for him.

Namerifeht didn't hand him over, but didn't turn away. "I'll go with you. One afternoon away from the Forge will be fine."

Aequitas pursed her lips in a thin line, but didn't argue. It wasn't the time for an argument, and it wasn't wise to rile Namerifeht with fire surrounding them.

"I should have known better," she said.

"You should have," Namerifeht agreed, "But we all have lapses in judgment, I suppose."

In the end, Parker was fine. His fingers were mostly healed by the time they got to the hospital. The doctor made an off-handed comment that humans don't heal that fast, as if that was a fact they would already know. It surprised Aequitas and Namerifeht. Surely their child was human. At least, they had meant him to be. What was he, if not a mortal? Neither asked the doctor any of these questions, just raised an eyebrow at each other, in a mutual agreement to discuss it later. Parker went home with a sucker and burn cream, and was fine within a few days.

Aequitas couldn't sleep that night. In the early morning, before the sun had risen, she slid out of bed and crept down the hall to Parker's room. From the doorway, she could tell he was still fast asleep, squeezing his favorite teddy bear in his little arms. It was enough to reassure her that he was safe, at least at this moment, and the guilt eating her alive could wait until the morning. As she was shutting the door and turning away, she caught a faint glow around him, just for a split second. She tried searching for it again, even shutting the door and re-opening it, but it was gone. With no other explanation, she decided she was tired and imagining things and went to bed.

The other times she saw it, much later in his life, she couldn't use the same excuse.

#blaseball #parker macmillan #cw burns #the coin #namerifeht #not sure about this one but oh well #if i don't write badly i'll never write at all etc etc #i had no idea how to end this

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mpfuro-station · 2 years

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Nature Walk Gone Wrong

@zackcrazyvalentine here’s your boy!

Furo sighed with content as they cleared a down tree in the woods. The late afternoon sun dappled the ground and gave the mountain forest a warm glow. They were in their gym uniform, dark purple t-shirt and long pants with the jacket wrapped around their waist. “Oh! Look at that,” Furo happily chirped as they spotted a piece of antler shed. They knelt down to inspect it. “This one had some tiny antlers. Hopefully they grow nice and big this season!”

They picked up the antler and put it in the satchel on their shoulder. A thrill call of a bird got them to look up. “Huh, guess there was a predator or something,” Furo mumbled as they shrugged the instance off. They stood up again to start walking deeper in the woods. Along the way, Furo also picked some trash scattered about.

The deeper they went, the more they noticed that there were somethings amiss. It was quiet. Furo would stop periodically to try and spot animals, but there were no signs. They were frequenting their usual places and none of the animals appeared. “What is going on?”

Then there was a snap of a twig. Furo tensed as they turned to look in the direction it came from.

Okaaay...time to go.

Furo turned around to start heading back when a particularly angry voice echoed, “F*** this f***in’ place! Might as well burn it all. If it’ll get me outta here sooner.” Another crash of a branch. “F***!” It was from the same direction as the twig.

“Oh dear,” Furo sighed. They looked back in the direction and scrunched their face in contemplation. They sighed and gripped their satchel tightly. “It’s moments like these that make it so I can’t get mad when things happen to me.”

With that they trudged into the direction of the voice. It was closer to some cliffs than Furo tended to go, but all the more reason to get whatever ill-suited kid out of the woods. It wasn’t long before they saw a rough and tumble cyberpunk dude having a fist fight with a shrub. An all too familiar cyberpunk dude.

“Oh no...not you...” Furo sighed as they came to the edge of trees.

Mikhail Hallverd whipped his head around and tensed at seeing the Pomefiore second year. “Ugh, I should say the same for ya. Of course, I’d run into a beast in these damn woods.”

Furo bit the inside of their cheek as they stared at the boy. “No wonder all the animals have been on edge,” they grumbled. Exasperated, they questioned, “Why are you here, Mikhail? I didn’t take you for the type to go on a nature walk.”

“Like hell I’d go walkin’ in an overgrown weed patch,” Mikha growled. His arm was snagged on some thorns, and he roughly pulled himself free. He took a step back when he did so, and the ground crumbled ever so slightly. Furo flicked their eyes to the edge of the cliff, that he was getting awfully close to. “I hafta get some stupid f***in flower cause I slugged an a**hole during potions.”

Furo patted down the fly-aways on their brow as they adjusted the bow holding their hair up. Why do I keep getting involved with violent guys with a foul mouth?

“Well, be careful,” Furo warned. They partially turned around, ready to leave him. “The ground by the cliffs is loose, so it’s easy to cause a landslide. Stay by the trees, their roots hold the dirt in place.”

“Grr, just shut the hell up!” the fiery teen lashed out. He began to walk along the cliffside, but each step he took let a cascade of rocks and dirt fall. “It’s quicker ta go this way, so Imma go this way!”

“Hey! Watch where you’re-” Furo called out as they saw how the ground shifted, but the loud grumble cut them off. A large chunk of the cliffside began to break off. Furo let out a sharp croak in their throat as they ran up to grab Mikha’s sleeve but got caught in the rubble with him. “Grooak!”

“F***!!”

Both fell in the shower of dirt and stone. It was a long way down. Furo clutched their satchel with one arm and covered their head with the other as they skid down on their back. Mikha tried to regain some form of footing as they went down, but everything was kicked loose when he touched it. In a cloud of debris, they landed in a new outcrop of trees.

Furo coughed violently as they sat up. Through squinted eyes, they looked around them. “M-mikhail? Are you okay?”

“Tch.” He was on his back with hands over his eyes. “I hate it here.”

“Yeah, yeah. Now, are you okay? Any internal body fluids no longer internal?” Furo asked again as they crawled over to him. There were slight lacerations along their upper arms, as blood trickled from under their gym uniform sleeve. Mikhail had some cuts along his cheek and hands. Furo sighed and pulled out their handy dandy healing salve out of their satchel. “Give me your hand, please.”

“I don’t want anything that ya got,” he hissed.

Furo sat back and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. They put their salve away and got up to dust their pants off. “Fine, but those cuts are going to make it hard for you to climb back up,” they told him. Furo looked at their own injuries and sighed. It was going to be a pain to treat them. They looked up the mountain side. It was a long way up. They sighed, “I suggest you get back to campus, Mikhail.”

“I hafta get that damn flower still, so I won’t be comin’ with ya,” Mikha declared. He grumbled some more as he got to his feet, wincing when he had to place his cut-up hand on the ground. “Just piss off, why dontcha.”

Furo pinched the bridge of their nose. They looked up to see the sun was starting to set and the sky was taking on the hues of twilight. It was going to be getting dark sooner than later. I’m going to get in so much trouble for this...

“What flower are you looking for? I can try and help you locate it,” Furo offered as they continued to scan the undergrowth.

“F*** off,” he spat at them.

Furo just stared at him unamused. “You do realize I’m in the Mountain Appreciation Club, right? I know these mountains far better than you. There are some flowers that look like other flowers, and if you bring the wrong one back Professor Crewel is sure to know. Being in the woods alone during the day can be dangerous, let alone at night. So, get off your high horse you cyberpunk and accept help!”

Mikha looked like he wanted to bite Furo’s head off. He grumbled, “Oxyra divergens...”

“Man, Crewel really must have been mad at you,” Furo mumbled. They stretched their legs and started walking. Over their shoulder they said, “This way. We need to climb fast. That plant grows on mountain peaks.”

Mikha reluctantly followed a good distance behind. It was an awkward trudge up the mountain. Furo led the way while Mikha would get caught on every form of plant manner imgainable.

“Stupid trees,unreliable mountain. A factory would never crumble under my feet,” he grumbled, loud enough for Furo to hear. A slight buzzing whirred past their ear and then the coughing and sputtering of Mikhail. “F***IN’ NASTY AS HELL BUGS!! I HATE IT! I HATE EVERYTHING IN THIS HELL HOLE!”

He stomped on the ground, and the incline he and Furo were on shook. Furo pushed themselves closer to the cliffside, wincing as their cuts were aggravated. Mikhail was brought to his knees, and a pebble jabbed itself into his open wound on his hand. “Gah!”

When the shaking stopped, Furo looked down at him. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t throw a tantrum while we are on uneven footing. Thank you kindly,” was their passive aggressive remark.

The shadows were getting larger, and it was getting harder to see where feet were being placed. Furo bit their lip as they looked ahead of them. A small cave was about fifteen feet ahead of them. “We’re going to have to camp out. We can shelter there.” The only reply they got was a series of growls and grunts. “If you’re trying to say something in an Animal Language, your pronunciation needs a bit of work. You just said that your hair smells of spoiled milk.”

Mikha’s angry sputtering caused Furo to chuckle. They let him into the crevice first and took the area closer to the exit. Furo slid to the ground with a hefty sigh. Mikhail plopped himself on the ground too with a pout. He glared at Furo. “Do you know how to start a fire?”

“No fire,” Furo was quick to decline.

“Then do you know any pyromancy spells?”

“No. Fire,” Furo reiterated.

“Then what the hell are we gonna do?! Just stay in the dark?!”

“Your eyes will adjust.”

“F*** you!”

Furo rolled their eyes before slumping their shoulders. They reached into their pocket to pull out their magic pen. They focused on some rocks that were in between them and Mikhail. “Illuminate.” The rocks began to glow, casting a soft light on both of them. “It only lasts for an hour.”

Mikha huffed and pulled his knees in closer. Furo put their magic pen away again and took the salve out to place it on the ground. Both ignored the other. A small flutter and a series of squeaks echoed from deeper in the hole they found themselves in. Mikha flinched. “What the hell?”

“Bats,” Furo identified as they tried to roll their sleeves to gain access to their wounds. “Just keep your head down and they shouldn’t run into you. Nothing to be afraid of.”

“I ain’t afraid of some dingy bat!” And then a bat flew right into his face. “GAHHH! F***IN DAMN IT! GET IT OFF!!” He swatted at the flying mammal and kicked his feet. More bats flew out of the cave.

“Oh dearie!” Furo scrambled over him. They scooped the small bat off Mikha’s face and gently tossed it out with the rest of the bats. Furo turned back to see fresh scratches across the young boy’s nose and chin. They winced a bit. “...Do you want me to use the salve now?” He just sat there seething. “Mikhail?”

“I hate this crap...”

Furo nodded and scooched back to grab their medical salve. They brought it close to him and opened it with hesitating eyes. Very slowly, Furo dipped their fingers into the ointment and brought them closer to his face. He snapped at them. Furo brought their fingers back before they were caught in his teeth and lightly smacked him on the nose with the remaining fingers that did not have anything on them. Furo quickly said, “Sorry! Reflex! Usually, I’m doing this with another punk and... just let me do this. It’ll be done quicker that way and I’ll be out of your bubble!”

Mikhail looked Furo up and down and hissed out, “Don’t touch my face.”

Furo smacked their lips and nodded. “Okay, I can do that. Can I at least get the cut on your hand? Cause that one is starting to look nasty.”

Mikha looked at his hand and indeed it was looking rather...unclean. He glared at Furo for a long time before holding his hand out. Furo perked up, ready to start when he barked, “I’ll do it myself.”

Furo sighed, “Alright. That’s better than not getting it done at all.” They handed the ointment over and went back to sit on their side of the of the rock pile. The silence was deafening, even with the calm sounds of the creatures of the night carried on the wind.

“Hey.” Mikha’s call out caught Furo’s attention. They barely caught the jar of ointment that was thrown their way.

“Thank you.” Furo nodded their head towards him. They placed the jar next to them and began to take their t-shirt off.

“Woah! Why the f*** are ya taking your shirt off?!” Mikha exclaimed.

Furo’s head popped out of the bottom of the shirt and gave him a confused look. The soft light showed a black crop top looking article of clothing tightly bound on their upper torso. It took them a moment to piece what he was up-in-arms about. “Because I can’t reach my cuts with the t-shirt on?” Furo explained like it was common sense. They started to apply the ointment a bit messily.

“Hmph,” he huffed.

Then the light started to dim, until it was all but gone. Mikha started to close in on himself more. “Are you alright, Mikhail?” Furo asked concerned as they put their shirt back on.”

“Of course, I’m aight! What? Ya think I can’t handle being in the dark?! I ain’t no baby! Shut up before I throw ya off the mountain!”

Furo held their hands up in surrender as they put on their gym jacket. “I said nothing of the sort. I’m going to try and get some sleep. Feel free to do the same.” Furo leaned back and closed their eyes.

It would have been a nice way to fall asleep, if it wasn’t for Mikha’s constant grumbling and shuffling around. Furo simply opened their eyes and peered into the darkness where they remembered him being. He was curled into a ball and shaking nonstop. Furo felt their heart pang a bit. They turned to look out into the line of trees. It hurt them to see the young boy terrified of something that they find so much solace because Furo couldn’t keep their cool.

I should be a bit softer with him tomorrow...

They sighed and forced themself to fall asleep.

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“Why the f*** are we even here?! How the hell did I get dragged into this?!” Mikha complained as they trudged on in the early dawn.

Furo groaned ahead of him.

Yeah, softer. As soft as a rhino’s butt!

Furo pulled themselves up onto a ledge and waited for Mikha to do the same. They were nearing the highest point of this section of mountain. Furo stretched out and took a deep breath in. “Well, first you punched a kid. That’s what got you in the woods. Then, you didn’t listen when I said the ground was unstable. That’s what had us sliding down the mountain side.”

“I ain’t askn you.”

“Of course,” Furo said with a forced smile. They continued climbing, being careful to avoid the rocks that look slightly suspicious. Mikha followed again, keeping his complaints no louder than a whispered growl. Furo mumbled, “Huh, Slyvan would be having a much easier time with this...”

Then the sight of red tinted oval leaves and burnt ombre beaded flowers cascading over the edge of a ledge a few feet up. Furo pointed, “There’s the plant you were looking for.”

“Great. Finally.” Mikha reached up and before he could grab the plant in his fist, Furo stopped him. “What now?!”

“You shouldn’t take the whole thing, Mikhail. Leave the plant to keep growing,” Furo told him.

“Why should I care?”

“Because everything is tied to nature, even your tech. So, you need to treat it well,” Furo explained.

“My tech has nothing in common with f***in’ mother nature,” he commented before pulling up a large chunk of the plant. Furo swallowed back a growl at his actions.

What if I just turn into a hawk and leave him here? Huh? What would happen? They sighed as they covered their face with their hands. No, you can’t do that. your morals won’t let you. At least see him out of the woods.

As Furo started to make their descent, a growl reached their ears. They froze along with Mikha. “What the f***?”

“Mikhail, I’m going to turn into a mountain goat,” Furo calmly informed him. “When I do, get on and hold tight.”

“What-”

“Bestiary: Passage of the Mountain Goat.” Furo turned into a lean goat with long, straight horns and a white wiry curled hair. They had a short tail and a long beard underneath their chin. A blue bow was tied neatly around their neck.

Mikha flinched away from Furo, only to hear the shifting of rocks from somewhere around them. That’s when he saw the eyes of a mountain lion staring at him. He ran in the opposite direction of Furo, and the mountain lion gave chase. He slid and tripped over rocks as he tried to escape. The predator, being far more skilled with this terrain than him, was gaining very fast. Mikhail fell and slid down the mountain fortunately, because the mountain lion jumped over his head. It landed downhill but turned to look Mikha in the eyes. He scrambled to get up. The cougar was fast to approach, but Furo came from the side to headbutt the cougar back farther.

In a puff of green smoke, Furo was back in their human form panting. “I TOLD YOU TO GET ON!! ARE YOU TRYING TO GET A CHUNK BITEN OUT OF YOU?!” they yelled at him. “WE ARE RUNNING! BESTIARY: PASSAGE OF THE TIGER!”

With another puff of magic smoke, Furo was now a large tiger with blue bow. They grabbed Mikha by his scruff and began to run, dragging him with them.

“OW! F***! LET ME GO! AARRGGG!! I WILL F*** YA UP! DO YA KNOW WHO I AM?!!” Mikha screamed as he was jostled down the cliff and through the woods. He thrashed about for a while, but after getting smacked by a few encroaching branches he seemed to give up. Whether it was because he passed out was up for debate.

Furo finally stopped running when they reached a familiar clearing. It was one their club often gathered in during their expeditions. They slowly dragged Mikha to the center of it before dropping him. They flopped down beside him as a tiger and transformed back. They let out a groan. “Ugh. Why does this always happen to me? What sort of pheromones do I give off that brings things to chase me?” they whimpered into the dirt.

Mikha just stared into the sky unmoving. He had new cuts and bruises on him and enough leaves in his hair to make him a bush. Furo looked over at him and grumbled, “We made it back to the beginning of the forest. You can leave now. Nothing should chase you...Theoretically...” Furo flipped themselves over and sat up. “I’m going to stay here for a while...”

Furo crawled over to the base of a tree a leaned back on it. They closed their eyes and took a deep breath. They heard the rustling and footsteps trailing off in the distance, and let themselves relax in the silence of nature.

#furo lore #mikhail 'mikha' hallverd #twisted wonderland oc #twisted_wonderland #i had no idea how to end this #but woohoo!!#shove the angry cyberpunk into the woods #furo's mother hen instincts fighting with wanting to slap him over the head #everytime he says something rude about nature you can hear a bit of furo's sanity snap XD

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somerandomdudelmao · 2 months

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I made some colored refs for my comic ~ And also some sketches because can you guess who is my favorite haha

#marble sky #marble sky comic #still have no idea how to tag this #art #looks at the comments under the first marble sky post #wow Tumblr d o e s like aliens more than twitter #ahaha #I had a great fight inside my brain and at the end decided to put this watermark on the ref #because all my character desighs and refs always end up on Pinterest. Imma need all Pinterestians to know who made those #👍#marble sky refs #i guess #Marble sky ref

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KIM KITSURAGI - “Is that. My kineema.”

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - Something in him is about to break, *big time*.

EMPATHY - And it’s not going to be pretty, do something!

- DRAMA [Formidable] - Everything is fine!

- “Sure is.”

DRAMA [Formidable: Failure] - Surely he’s aware that he’s not the *only* person in the world who owns a Kineema?

YOU - “Is it really *yours*? I mean, plenty of people have their own Kineemas, right? Like working men, government offices, uh, firefighters I guess, maybe even animal control people? Exactly! A million different people who could’ve driven it into the uh…”

DRAMA - Pause, my liege! Ixnay on the Ineemakay!

YOU - “It could even be our *mysterious* joyrider!”

KIM KITSURAGI - Your frenzied babbling falls deaf to the lieutenant's ears. Instead, he approaches the broken vehicle, sunken in the ice. He moves with a caution and gentleness you haven’t seen him display before.

INLAND EMPIRE - It must be cold and lonely down there, in the icy water. Maybe he could sense its sorrow, calling to him…

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Easy: Success] - His hands, which are always stiffly placed behind his back, are trembling.

ENDURANCE - This is the shuffle of a tired, tired man.

HALF LIGHT - He’s going to do something drastic because of you. Oh god, terrible! You’re a terrible liar! You can’t look at this, you just can’t!

VOLITION [Formidable: Success] - It's not *you* who drove his kineema into the sea. You have plenty of faults, but this one is decidedly not yours.

KIM KITSURAGI - He kneels down with his head bowed, casting his face in shadow. He plants a hand on the ice to stabilize himself, squinting to get a better view of the motor carriage. “Detective, it says ‘57’ on it.”

YOU - Sweat drips down your brow, and you feel a terrible headache coming. “Maybe our joyrider has an affinity for that number?”

LOGIC - He's not stupid, he knows that it's not that.

KIM KITSURAGI - “57.”

YOU - “What about 57?”, you brace yourself.

KIM KITSURAGI - “Precinct 57.”

YOU - You wince. “Kim, look-”

KIM KITSURAGI - “When I woke up in the Whirling-in-Rags with no memory of what happened during the days before, I've taken note that something of mine has gone missing.” He grits his teeth. "A very. Important. Something."

He runs his hands over his face, messing his already unkempt hair in the process. Regret creeps up on his features. “God. Fuck. They’re going to fire me over this, they’re not going to hear me out.”

EMPATHY - Desperation settles in the lieutenant's tone. Sadly, you find yourself in agreement, even if you don’t want it to be the truth.

YOU - “People are more valuable than machines, Kim.”

KIM KITSURAGI - “Not people like me.” He rasps.

YOU - “…”

KIM KITSURAGI - Before you can say anything more, you fail to notice the lieutenant carefully walking onto the edge of the ice. He looks over the frigid water, a dizzying blue that mirrors and distorts his exhausted face back to him.

YOU - “Kim?”

KIM KITSURAGI - Seconds pass as he looks to be contemplating something. Out of nowhere, he casually takes another step where the ice ends and the sea begins. It happens all too quick for the lieutenant to even voice a call for help— if he even wanted to — his body plunging into the cold water before your eyes.

YOU - “KIM!!!!”

uhhh bonus stuff? sorry i have swap au brainworms pfttt

(im not sure what skills kim has at the moment so rn he only has narration as his inner monologue ok whoops, i would like to keep harry as the guy who thinks in dialogue trees so im still figuring it out pfttt)

also, this was done bc i wanted to expand on these old scribbles of mine, just like an idea, i just think that he'd be having an even worse time wheezes