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these are the lives you love to lead

Ray shoved the suit on quickly and it was a mess. Crooked spandex sticking tight to his skin was generally uncomfortable but uncontrolled anger led him to shoving the rubber gloves onto his hands anyway. The cape is clipped on and he shoves the glasses onto his nose and he's done. The boots are here he fixed the suit, everything is good.

Is X-Ray here?

No.

Steady and quick footsteps lead him down the flights of stairs and at the end he's not breathless. He leaves the apartment building with his phone in his hands and he clamps on a finger of the glove with his teeth. Pulling it off, he uses the free hand to send a text message.

[txt; Gavin] I'm going out today. As in right now. Don't come with me

Ray shoves the glove back on and his phone deep into the pocket of his speedo. He runs a hand through his hair, takes a completely different route that normally. Yes, that route is easily found when he's at Gavin's shed but Ray could find it from his apartment. But he has a goal this night. In a few minutes he crosses his arms over his chest and smiles.

AUSTIN GENERAL HOSPITAL.

The place is ridden with cameras inside and out. They probably see Ray as he circles the hospital building and waits outside. He hides behind a wall, looks up a few feet and smiles at the security camera right there. Day shifts at hospitals usually end at this time, the doctor should come out at any moment. One doctor comes out. No, no, it's a female doctor. Not who he's looking for.

Leaning with one shoulder against brick, Ray rubs his face. More waiting and waiting and waiting. All of these doctors that Ray does not care about, he just needs one Stanley Blythe.

And soon the waiting proves useful.

While he says goodbye to another doctor, Ray begins to round the corner. The doctor catches one eyeful of neon green spandex and begins walking faster towards his car. Ray slips in front of the driver's seat entrance and smiles. "Doctor Blythe!"

He nervously smiles back and pushes up his glasses. "Hah, X-Ray... It's nice to see you..."

"Oh, no, X-Ray's not here. Don't you worry. I'm Ray. Purely Ray. Come, walk with me." 

He slowly begins to follow X-Ray Ray. Stanley is very hesitant, he doesn't know what is in store for him. But slowly his feet follow behind Ray's rubber-covered ones and they don't walk too far. A few feet at most, but then Ray's hand curls in what's left of salt and pepper hair decorating the doctor's head.

"What are you-"

Slam. right onto the hood of someone's car. Blood splatters a beautiful red convertible in the parking lot of Austin General Hospital. It almost blends in, but then Ray slams his head back onto the hood and there's a sickening crack of bones snapping in his face. Thin-framed glasses crack and snap in two and Ray almost laughs at Stanley's flailing.

With a blood-filled mouth and two missing teeth, he still somehow finds a way to flail his arms and yell. It's a big mess of just jumbled words and "Stop!" but Ray keeps smashing his face in. Blood splatters onto his glove and X-Ray finally seeps into the Puerto Rican shell.

Stanley stops kicking, stops pushing, stops moving and X-Ray stops as well. A clenched jaw leads to him throwing out his hands, blood flying off of the black rubber gloves. Sparking red eyes look up to a security camera and he smiles right back up to it.  Two middle fingers raise proudly right up, and he jogs home.

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[txt; Gavin] Do you have any bleach?

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I don’t know what’s more irritating. Treating characters that are infected with blood-lust, inflicting pain and misery and chaos like they are kittens when you should clearly fear them.

Especially in roleplaying.

Everyone seems to belittle antagonists and flat out ignore the fact that they are downright dangerous and capable of murder. That’s not something you should be throwing over your shoulder without a care if you’re a roleplayer.

My character is NOT a kitten.

My character is NOT a soft-hearted little child.

My character is NOT a toy for you to degrade so it can fit into your shipping fantasies.

My character is to be feared yet respected for what an antagonist is.

My character should make yours cautious, or paranoid, or on-edge, or alerted to some kind of danger. Not automatically accepting and trying to pry into my character’s ‘misunderstood world’ and attempt to FIX my character and ‘save’ them from some kind of madness.

That’s not how interacting with any antagonist should go unless it’s discussed via roleplayer to roleplayer. Don’t try to be my character’s therapist or sympathizer unless we discuss that.

I’m tired of people brushing off my character’s malice like it’s nothing. My character’s actions towards yours should elicit a REACTION not ‘okay whatever ha ha lets move on’.

Don’t treat my character like nothing when you should be taking it a lot more seriously. That’s reflecting on me and my ability to act out my character. Honestly—it kills the fun and point of picking an antagonist to roleplay in the first place.

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Ray's words were true, this was just for him, but seeing Gavin unravel so slowly was always nice. It was like a little sideshow for him, one that sometimes distracted him a bit too much. His boyfriend's half-moon eyes and shuddered noises were enough to make Ray hesitate, but he's right back on par. The warmth of Gavin's skin makes his fingertips tingle, no doubt the same feeling registering on Gavin. With a soft laugh, his fingers stop. Just dead in their tracks, for a few seconds. And so does the rest of Ray. Ray's actual mindset settles in and he wonders if he should let things get even. Let Gavin get some power here, but then a rougher side of him takes over.

This is letting things get even.

He pauses, slips his fingers under the hem of his own shirt, and takes it off in a swift movement. Scars dance across the olive-colored skin from previous battles, there's a knife-wound scar and a surgery scar layered over his chest and Gavin no doubt has the same marks. But Ray doesn't waste time in taking off Gavin's shirt, his free hand moves towards his fly and quick fingers undo his fly. Ray leans in close again, the hand in Gavin's hair tightens and pulls back, exposing more skin on his neck. His kiss-bruised lips don't do anything but whisper, and the words shoved out into the cool air are husky, rough, and raspy.

"Do you want me to touch you?"

His hand cups Gavin's knee, pulls it up and bends his leg a little. Fingertips and fingernails trace down the bottom and side of his thigh, coming so close to the place he needs to be. The hand that's taut in sandy hair, it's fingernails dig into Gavin's scalp and pull one last time. It moves from his head to the other leg, and Ray pulls Gavin's hips and pelvic area close. There's no friction, not yet, and Ray teases by not coming close to Gavin's cock.

His hands will massage near his hips or his thighs, or be removed from his boyfriend completely. Ray would palm at himself, hips bucking into the pressure as he forgets about Gavin completely.

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((for the "RIP OUT MY MUSE’S HEART IN 1 ASK" bc im awful trash)) YOU KNOW, I THOUGHT YOU WERE A HERO, I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE GREATEST SHIT. BUT NOW. NOW I SEE YOU FOR WHAT YOU REALLY ARE, YOU'RE NO FUCKING HERO, AND GUESS WHAT? **YOU NEVER WILL BE.**

The ask makes Ray's eyebrows clench together, makes his eyes avert to Gavin desperately. When his boyfriend shrugs his shoulders and sighs, Ray pulls his right sleeve over his hand and wipes his eyes. He had to get to the bottom of this. Where did this sudden hate even come from?

[text; Chocolate Bronco] Karkat?[text; Chocolate Bronco] Karkat what were you talking about, in that ask[text; Chocolate Bronco] Karkat please talk to me

Ray's reduced to slight tears and shaking.

What if Karkat's right? Wait --.. He was right, he was so right. X-Ray and Vav were never fucking heroes. All of those times they chased those street rats was for themselves, for a sick ego boost that ended with one of them committing a double homicide.

[text;] YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT. [text;] MY DAD TOLD ME, X-RAY. HE TOLD ME WHAT YOU AND YOUR LITTLE SIDEKICK DID[text;] YOU AND VAV ARE DISGUSTING. A SHITTY EXCUSE FOR HEROES THAT EVEN I BELIEVED. 

Ray can feel bile rising from his stomach to his throat and it burns. His breath is black smoke that suffocates him as he breathes in and he can't do it anymore. His hands shake as he tries to form a real reply.

[text; Chocolate Bronco] Karkat no please lis ten to my side of the story [text; Chocolate Bronco] Karkat don't leave [text; Chocolate Bronco] I'M NOT HIM KARKAT [text; Chocolate Bronco] I'M NOT X-RAY I'M A MONSTER I'M SUCH A FOUL BEING

Gavin has to calm him down for two hours after.

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Pregnancy test.

Ray had invited Michael over for some pizza, soda, and a Spongebob Squarepants marathon. Maybe for a few hours they could yell and curse at themselves about how much they suck at Flappy Bird. (Except Ray didn’t really suck, get shit on Michael.) Every single one of his plans changed, when he opened the door with a big smile on his face and a pizza box in his hands but Michael had a frown and a pregnancy test in his hands.

Michael slowly strolled in, and with a confused look, Ray set the pizza down. Speaking into his cup, Ray mumbled “Why the fuck do you have that?” into his soda. Michael frowns and shoves it into the Puerto Rican’s face. The smell of piss and the fact that it’s actually fucking positive makes him choke on the Sprite, and he slams down the cup. “That’s bullshit!”

"Ray, it’s not bullshit! How dare you say that about our baby?"

"I’ve never even boned you!"

Michael displays a genuine look of shock and sputters out nonsense. He sets the pregnancy test down on the kitchen bar and puts his head in his hands. Ray tries to move to comfort Michael, but everything feels stuffy and awkward and instead he moves for his phone.

[text; Vav ♥] Houston we have a problem [text; Vav ♥] And that problem spells C-H-I-L-D S-U-P-P-O-R-T

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I'm pregnant and you're the baby daddy, pay my child support.

Michael, I’m Puerto Rican. We’re known for being deadbeat dads.

I’m sorry, my boi, but you’re on your own.

So long, space cowboy.

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2009-03-15

I Like Grapes » Do YOU like grapes?

your not cool if you dont like grapes

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Rip out my muse's heart in 1 ask.

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Ray audibly and deeply growls at Gavin's words. It's scraped up from deep in his chest, and while the red had faded from his eyes, the rage hadn't. He didn't need Gavin to slow down. He didn't need Gavin to restrain himself. He was capable of dealing with his boyfriend, stubborn or not. Ray was strong enough, thanks to the things X-Ray could do. Instead making a whole bunch of unintelligible words to express how he really felt, his grip tightened around Gavin's wrist, along with the grip in his hair. Nails threatened to dig into the sensitive skin of the scalp and Ray hissed out each syllable.

"This? Is not for you. This is purely for me. Not once am I going to think about you. Just like two nights ago, when I wasn't even on your mind."

His face is stone, doesn't change even when he begins to straddle Gavin. Hands release the different parts of Gavin and move to his hoodie, and once it's unzippered and off of his shoulders it's on the floor. When all of that's done, Ray's right back to where he left off. Things differ this time. There's no tender and passionate kissing, there's no immediate skin to skin contact. The only thing Gavin gets is those slender fingers running quickly through his hair, tightening once again.

It's all teeth and rough lips and bites when Ray finally decides to attack the skin on Gavin's neck, but it never lasts long. He leaves lip-shaped bruises all the way to Gavin's collarbone. He sinks his teeth deep into the skin there and at the same time, pulls at the locks of hair he has in his hand. Ray does have a free hand, though, and he uses that one to tease under Gavin's shirt.

Fingers twitch and almost seem to wiggle, and just because of how cold they were, it inspires Ray to slip them under the hem. The nails scritch at the space right below Gavin's ribs, but then they move to his hips. They circle his bellybutton and pull at the hair in his happy trail, they won't stay still.

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It didn't take long to calm his breathing. Ray just has to focus for a few minutes, focus on why he's actually here. Partly of the real reason is to actually see Gavin, to see if he can actually calm him down or make him feel better. But a big part of the "real reason" most likely had to do with X-Ray. X-Ray doesn't deal lightly with promises being broken.

At the soft sound of his boyfriend's voice, Ray perks up. He seemed all for the acts of violence that seemed inevitable, and the Puerto Rican knew that he was capable of doing some scary shit. His jaw clenched while he thought to himself, thought of what actions would actually be appropriate here. Right at the moment, Ray wasn't feeling too punchy and kicky. Maybe something else could release all of these emotions and eventually drain the artificial red from his eyes.

"You know, I have one last question. You can answer it, or not." He smiles but shakes his head at the same time, actions contradicting each other. "It just, it baffles me-- how could you be such a fucking idiot?!" Ray spits out the word 'idiot' right as he stands up, his eyes literally spark at the influx of anger. A small surge of what seems to be white-hot laser follows suit and the pain flushes from his eyes.

And his body leads him to where Gavin was.

It's a quick move from the foot of the bed to the headboard, and all of the color drains from Ray's eyes. They'close and return to the regular mocha brown but Ray still leans close and hisses his words against Gavin's tan skin. "I love you too much to actually break your fucking nose." Ray's cold hands trace up from his boyfriend's jawline to the crown of his head, and fingers tighten in dark blond locks. His hand pulls the Brit's head back, and he keeps his face just centimeters away from his neck. Breathing warm puffs of air onto the rough skin there, Ray finally latches onto Gavin's neck and it's right on his pulsepoint.

After spending time on the skin but not exactly sucking a bruise into the skin but definitely reddening it, Ray's other cold hand snakes around one of Gavin's wrists. "But I can surely find other ways to make you fucking b e g."

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If anything, Gavin wasn’t really sure what he expected. Anger, probably. That was inevitable. But other than that it was all up to him, sitting there and worrying over his fate at the hands of his boyfriend. Gavin’s gaze snapped up as the door practically swung open off it’s hinges, and he sat staring into a piercing red gaze. Okay, so he was only half expecting that. 

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Ray doesn't even knock on the shed door. He doesn't ease the door open slowly, whisper that he's there. No, he slams his shoulder against the door, shoves it open, and stares at the person in there with dull, red eyes. He can't really control it now, not when he's sparking with all of this anger.

Before leaving his apartment, Ray wasn't angry. Irritated, maybe, but on the walk to the shed he had time to think about what actually happened. And focusing on all of the details led to his stomach clenching and bubbling, goosebumps sprouting over every inch of his skin. For a while, he tried to convince himself it was the cold, but he realized that this was anger. And it didn't tickle him. It fell, almost like a brick wall, and had Ray distracted. About four blocks away from where he needed to be, his eyes pulsed in his skull and began to glow. The streets weren't as crowded as they could've been, but still he kept his head low. But now that he was right where he needed to be, his let his head raise high and let his eyes glow as bright as they needed.

Ray took a deep breath, took a few steps, ignored the pain blossoming in his head. He slammed the door to the shed with one hand, cocked his head and stepped towards Gavin. Just the sight of him was enough to slightly calm down the color in his eyes, but it flared back up when he thought of the nasty deed done a few days ago.

He rested himself on the corner of Gavin's bed, knees spread. Leaning his elbows onto his knees, his fingers steepled and his voice was rough. "You know, I'm not actually sure what I even have to say. Maybe," a breathy laugh pushed back his next sentence. "Maybe I should beat the shit out of you. It'll even out a few things." A side-smirk showed the full amount of Ray's cockiness, the same cockiness X-Ray expressed. No, the superhero wasn't here now, perhaps he was slowly seeping into Ray.