#Chaosstorm

[den-kunn]

funne meme ft chaos storm

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[den-kunn]

AWWWWWW MAN

" Cinematic "

These two are taking over my brain oughhhh @den-kunn this is your fault ily

[harciuborka]

Explanation of the chaos function - acrylic painting by harciuborka 2017 #hellsangels #harleydavidson #harleyquinn #burningman #harciuborka #harleydavidsonriders #motogirls #motorcycles #artist #design #chaosstorm #chaostheory #functions #royaltalens #beardoil #bedlam #beardedrussian #beardedvillains #freeradical666 (helyszín: Szentmihaly)

[den-kunn]

yapper + listener

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[den-kunn]

[Lollipop]

This is your captain speaking.

Enjoy Halloween with Impaler Raiden and Punished Venom Raycoon.

Den out.

[den-kunn]

brain not braining chaos raiden yummy I need him I need him I need him I want him

[den-kunn]

"since you're asking nicely..."

[den-kunn]

thunderstorms make me fuzzy I want to cuddle with someone and spend the day staring at the rain...

[den-kunn]

brrr

[den-kunn]

[Chaos Storm Onslaught Style]

Commissions Open :3c

[den-kunn]

Aftermath.

forgive them fellas they never had sex before.

[den-kunn]

i want mk legend raidenand den to kiss pls

I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING SO DAMN LATE I DESERVE DEATH FOR KEEPING YOU WAITING

behold!

in an au where Raiden doesn't die and regains his godhood after whatever battle of the realms had going on, he gets welcomed with a kiss

[den-kunn]

Worries.

Characters: Raiden, Den "Raycoon".

Pairing: Chaos Storm - Rai/Den.

CW: none.

Rain slowly poured down as the wind carried the chimes, the gentle sounds are what drove Den out of his trance. The scent of the soil getting wet invades his nose, humming in response. The blue mechanical pencil is left hanging on his hand while his eyes look away from the paper towards the open doors.

He didn't notice the day has gotten gray while he was sketching bodies. Leaving his spot and the pencil, Den approaches the engawa as he runs his hands on his arms at the slight temperature change. The scent grows stronger as soft drops fall in front of him, he could swear the rustling leaves could deaf him and he would be okay with it.

Den glances at the distance and spots a blue figure near a tree, taking a few seconds to focus on the shape of the man sitting under it. The chaos man considers ignoring him as to not disturb him yet he feels drawn to him. Barefeet, he takes the first step on the wet grass before making his way to the tree, his hair and clothes get soaked while more drops fall on his face, blinking a few times to not lose the target out of sight.

The distinct hat protects the older man's face as he sits with his legs crossed, his back straight while his arms rest on his knees. Den can't help but admire the image, the calmness and peacefulness the god radiates is intoxicating, his aspect almost ethereal combined with his firm stance makes the chaos man get lost in thought.

"Is something the matter?"

Words ground him to reality, frowning slightly once his sight can form the details of Raiden's hat with clarity.

"No, no. I was just- no. Did I interrupt you?"

A light blue sparkle appeared under the hat for a moment, his head soon shifts to face Den.

"I was meditating, but I can make time for you."

In silence, the chaos man sits right next to the god, leaving a small amount of space as to not disturb him more than he already is. Glowing eyes glare at the small mortal next to him.

"You're underdressed, you will catch a cold with the storm."

"I don't get sick so easily," Den answers back, not measuring his tone. "But- uh... thanks for caring."

Raiden snorts at the comment. "I used to think I was incapable of getting sick as well, do not overestimate your own immune system."

"Yeah- yeah... wai-" Den immediately shifts towards Raiden. "Gods can catch colds?"

"You would be surprised how often Fujin gets sick of his own windstorms."

"So that applies to you too."

"Oh no, I don't get sick so easily."

Both stared at each other for mere seconds and chuckle. Loose leaves fall from the trees close to the pair, what once was the deafening music of the wind chimes is no longer audible. It was just them and the storm.

Den's glare lingers as he takes a very needed deep breath.

"The day feels so..." He blinked, pupils dilatating, as the word finally comes to mind, "Monotone."

Raiden frowns, thinking he caused Den some sort of distress. A thunder roared behind them making the chaos man become aware of his poor choice of words. The younger man rests the side of his head on the god's arm, almost as if he was protecting his left ear.

"Not in a bad way."

Raiden glances at the chaosrealmer with a puzzled look.

"It's... how I like it. When the sky gets cloudy, it feels like a movie, a melancholic one. I like it. It's also... a good inspiration."

"How so?" Raiden asks.

"I don't really know how to explain it, but when the day is like this, I feel more relaxed, more free to explore what's on my mind. I daydream often and this... it helps the mood."

Raiden dwells on the thought as both men feel the cold wind hit them from the front, causing Den to separate from the contact. The soft rain gained strength as the minutes go by, the petrichor on the air which was once present back in the temple completely fades away once all grass is covered in a thin layer of water.

They sat in silence to enjoy the scenery the younger one pointed out. The thunder god usually chooses this particular spot to connect with nature and gain wisdom through self reflection, the storms that cover the sacred grounds are of his mental turmoil looking for answers for the betterment of Earthrealm. Knowing someone else could enjoy his tempest to create art makes Raiden feel content.

"I still have not heard why you wanted to see me."

A nervous chuckle comes from Den, "What- I need a reason to see my favorite man?"

Raiden's eyebrow raises at the question, intrigued by the nervousness.

"I-" The mortal clears his throat with a small hit to his chest, "I eh..."

The older man was amused by the reaction, the sudden shift from cockiness to awkwardness was something he has seen previously when his apprentices and the chaosrealmer chatted, but he didn't expect to cause it without saying a word.

However, Raiden soon realized the change of mood wasn't due to a playful matter as Den began fidgeting while his back was growing tense.

"Whatever is in your mind, you can confide it to me," Raiden reassured.

A long pause was present while Den's mind kept rearranging his thoughts, rereading the imaginary sentences to make sense out of them, the time passing felt like an eternity before the younger man was able to speak.

"What am I going to do once this is all over?"

That exact question was what worried Raiden as well. Before any word could come out of his mouth, Den gripped his sweater.

"I can't go back to how I used to be, I can't return to the life I once lived." His voice was slower than usual, almost unsure if what he's expressing was correct. Raiden stayed quiet.

"I am a different me. I don't recognize who's in the mirror. I don't feel this is me. I don't know what me is anymore. I don't feel my body nor my soul. I feel... like a floating consciousness, with thoughts and feelings, but I can't process I am a living being with a different living body."

His eyes begin to sting, feeling uncomfortably hot as he continues, "I can't think of myself as a person. I'm an extra in other people's lives. I act when they are near me until they're gone. I feel numb when I'm alone."

Once a shaky sigh left Den's lips, Raiden finally asked.

"Is that why you don't want to be alone?"

The smaller man's hands gestured almost as if to not lose track of his words. "I'm scared of feeling numb forever. Being around people makes me feel real emotions, they make me feel like I am a real human being."

"Do you feel real when you're with me?"

"I feel alive."

Raiden moves closer until their arms touch, pulling Den towards him for a hug. Den's head rests on his companion, his burning eyes release tears that mix with the raindrops, which cool his tired eyelids. His heart is beating so painfully tight against his chest, almost as if it wanted to get out of the prison that is his body. An arm slowly envelops around Raiden, his shaky fingertips holding onto any piece of clothing he could grasp on while his breathing sharpens.

He never felt so vulnerable near someone before.

"I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to apologize for."

"I'm a burden."

"You are not. You never were."

"You know we're only here talking because of what I became."

"And I couldn't be more glad we get to do it."

"Why?"

"You just want to be heard and cared for."

"Lies."

"Are they though?"

"... No."

"I will not leave you alone. I will not let you feel you are not real."

"Why?"

"I like it when you are you."

"You don't know me."

"I have all the time in the world to do so, if you allow me."

"I will make you worse."

"Then I will be worse with you."

"Cheesy."

"You enjoy it."

"I do."

"And I do too."

Both men close their eyes, feeling each other's presence as the rain pours down on them, lightning striking far away in the mountains that flash for mere seconds, the rumbling somewhat relaxes the younger man. At peace, his eyes draw a path to the horizon as his concerns disappear with the wind.

"I'm scared."

"Of what?"

"Tomorrow. The examination."

"What troubles you about it?"

"I overhead the scientists talk about experimenting with my head."

"Are you afraid your power will not help you?"

"I never tried to actually... harm myself like that. I never managed to pull it out or break something to heal it. What if..."

"It could kill you?"

"Yeah."

"I know some native chaos citizens were capable of reattaching their heads the same way they did their other limbs. I cannot say I have seen someone regenerate it though."

"I'm anxious they could harm me permanently."

"Your hearing," Raiden realizes.

"It's sensitive. It always has been. Their machines are loud and... invasive. This translator thing has been bothering me for some time, it feels like a bug trying to get in my ear... I'm terrified they will insert needles or something," Den finally confesses.

"It is a common fear but I assure you they will try no such thing."

"How can you be so sure?" Den asks bluntly.

"I will go with you to reassure you there is nothing to be scared of."

"What- you're gonna protect me or something?" The chaos man awkwardly laughed.

"From any danger that might harm you."

"Aren't you busy during my little appointments?"

"I will always make time."

"Wow- you are cheesy."

"Does it embarrass you?"

"No- no," He clarifies. "It's just... you're very sweet," a shy smile forms at the suggested idea.

"Then it's settled," The god's hand holds Den firmly, rubbing his thumb as he soothes his companion.

[den-kunn]

"Eat the rich but instead of cannibalism we stealing their ships and become famous outlaws and makeout in the loneliness of the ocean where only the moon will be our witness."

[den-kunn]

don't mind them... (suggestive)

[den-kunn]

"but I can make time for you."