#and totally not these parts that make him kinda

[peaterookie]

I made some designs of the lupgang if they were in the world of kirby, and attempted to draw them in the style of the KSSU's key artwork!

More tidbits about their story and design will be revealed after I show the art

beware it is very long

LUPIN DEE THIRD

Lupin, or Lupin Dee Third as I call this character, is a Key Dee, a class of Waddle Dees you commonly see in KRTDL carrying a key as part of a puzzle. The reason I chose this guy over the typical Waddle Dee is because he has the monki-est design out of all dees, and I find that the fact it holds a key for any gate is pretty fitting for Lupin since he can surpass any challenges, no matter how impossible it seems.

His jacket color can be any of the ones in canon, but I chose green to be the main color he sports since it's a good reflection of the Kirby series. A lot of the locations are taken from nature and the peaceful and joyful themes lends the green jacket fitting very nicely. Red is too much of an aggressive color, while pink and blue don't seem as fitting either. Also, I wanted the jacket to share the same color as the money in the illustration, it's much less work if there's less color...!

Lupin Dee Third is a famous thief that travels across different planets to steal whatever he pleases. Often it is extremely valuable objects belonging to very pretigious or powerful people, which makes him become one of the most wanted criminals in Gamble Galaxy. He stores all of the things he's stolen in a secret place where nobody has found yet.

His combat capabilities is not much to be desired, so he relies heavily on the other members of his team to fight for him. However, he has the special ability to take an ability from another person and use it himself. It is not to the extent of Kirby's ability where he can use it as long as he likes and has full mastery over it, but it comes in the form of short bursts such as pouring a stream of water using the Water ability, or propelling himself into the air for a short moment with the Jet ability. He has an arsenal of these abilities kept in his backpockets at all times, so whenever you think you've cornered him, he always has a last minute surprise for you.

MR. DOOMENSION

Jigen, or Mr. Doomension, is a Waddle Doo with a goofy beard. There wasn't much thought behind my decision to make him a Doo iirc, I saw that it would fit to have him be a species that is a counterpart of Lupin's, since in canon they have pretty similar designs. The one eye makes him more menacing and mysterious anyway so it kinda just works lol

Since I wanted his body to be black, his clothes had to be a different color to appear striking. Thus, I've chosen blue, since its a rightfully common color to use for Jigen, and the accent as orange, the complimentary color for blue. Lastly, the shoes being black and shiny makes him appear much more professional and cool than Lupin, which he totally is.

Mr. Doomension primarily fights with his gun instead of using his eyes to fire his beams. He's always had an affinity to them when he was young, as he claims it allows him to focus and fire more accurate and powerful shots. Though he does load bullets in them, he is able to channel his beams through these guns as well. I'd like to believe that Waddle Doos can channel their beams through other body parts or objects (like Kirby) but choose to use their eyes since it's the biggest part of their body, thus more convenient. Mr. Doomension is built different however.

Much like in canon, he first met Lupin during an attempt to assassinate him for money. In Lupin fashion he ends up befriending the person that tried to kill him and they became close partners in crime, with Jigen always backing him up even in the toughest situations.

COMET RONIN / GOEMON

Goemon Ishikawa's kirby design has multiple names. He is commonly referred to as the Comet Ronin, since a famous story told of him cutting a giant comet into pieces to save a town. His real name is Goemon, but few know this name- or anything about him for that matter. He travels alone from town to town, fully cloaked so no one can see his face, requests food and shelter for the night, and disappears the next day. It was like that for years, until Lupin stole something that caught his eye.

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ayeee its goemon time. He has two versions of his design because he is that cool.

When first thinking of concepts, I knew I wanted to design him in a way where he is able to resemble one of Kirby's multiple knight characters, but also still be able to look like his friendly and cute manga design. I decided to lean much more into his ninja-ronin-like inspirations, since the kirby series very often likes to be straightforward with their designs. I gave him the straw hat that he wore in Fuma Conspiracy to cover his head, and made his hakama into a cape that he can use to cover the bottom half of his body. The rest are typical japanese stuff. The artwork I drew for his cloaked form tries make him look as imposing and mysterious as possible. You know nothing about him, you have no idea what he is capable of.

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Lupin recently stole another priced object: The Ryusei, a sword forged by meteorites, an heirloom from a family long forgotten from history. It seems like an ordinary sword at first sight, but if a member from the family wield it, they would unlock the power to cut anything. It ended up being sealed away due to the fear of that power being end up in the wrong hands. Goemon's life mission was to reclaim that sword for his family for the greater good, and now that blasted thief has gotten it!!! From then on Lupin and Doomension were always being chased by the Comet Ronin for reasons completely unknown for them, and eventually the ronin succeeds in taking back that sword, along with taking out the thieves for good... or did he?

The two thieves thankfully survived, but their car did not!! It was sliced in half by the ronin, and now they will be the one coming to him with vengeance. Taking the opportunity to take back the sword while Goemon's guard is down, the two get to see his real face and both sides fight it out, unbridled with anger. Thankfully after pummeling each other with their little nubs, they talk it out and come to an understanding. Goemon gets his sword back and the gang gets some money to repair their car, and they become friends yayyyyy

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So for Goemon's real form, I decided to have his body purple to match the color of Ninja Kirby from KSSU. His hair is a little nod to Discarded Character-kun (the hairball MP draws), and the eyes are much different than the usual type you see from puffball characters. I wanted him to still appear youthful and cute but have a determined look in his eyes, so I used the eyes that Bronto Burt and Burnin Leo has to better show that.

Also, he is supposed to have white wings with black tipped feather, but I sorta forgot to draw that so I might upload future sketches that go further into little details about their designs, where I'll draw his wings then.

If you read the entire thing- that's fucking wild dude this is so long, but thank you!!! and I hope you enjoyed it!! byebye

[untitledderplord]

Absolutely no doubt bout Megatron fragging up starscream's processor big time. The sad part is in this one comic where Star actually did get his big ass leadership role, he kinda still stumbled due to the lingering paranoia. He couldn't believe that people actually were looking up to him, and even so, thought Megatron was jus gonna show up again to ruin it.

Legit^^ Starscream would no doubt have big expectations for his own sparklings, and thus plenty room to get annoyed kids aren't behaving in a preset manner. The higher you stand the harder you fall kinda energy.

And the thing on Megatron being /fully aware/ of what he's doing, while Starscream is very much too distanced and disillusioned to comprehend the true impact of his actions a lot of the time is so real.

A machine that pre programs bots to be a certain way is fucked up for real. Kinda makes me think of Armada tho in a way. Cuz the war had been going on for so long, that there were bots and cons just cold constructed into it. Starscream being one of em. Which as he starts to doubt things rlly screws with him. He doesn't feel like he can connect to the other bots in the "right" way /because/ of his Decepticon programming. He later didn't rejoin the bots when offered because he couldn't trust himself to not betray them again. Regardless if that fear was totally warranted because he helped the bots constantly in subtle or bigger ways. The psyche of that whole deal is wild when considering all the factors.

Yeah I know the one ur mentioning and it is indeed hella screwed up in layers. So you'll def need to be prepared for the levels of Star just getting dunked on after already getting hella dunked on

And yeh lol, TFP Starscream found the machinery in a downed ship and just booted it up. His clones got pretty rekt tho, one by bulkhead, one by dreadwing I think, and two by Megatron. Who actually, was hardly even impressed. He was jus like "weow, I bet you ain't even here amongst your canon fodder bich", which star was in fact not there but purely because he didn't have a t-cog at the time, not cowardice. Tfp Megatron is intense.

I just had a huge realisation yesterday and I wanted to share this after going through some pretty horrible stuff over the weekend: Something I've always asked myself ever since getting into G1 Transformers was "why do you like Starscream so much even though he's a narcissistic bully? Why are you, someone who is a victim of narcissistic abuse, taking comfort in a narcissistic character?" Well, I think I finally figured it out. Because Starscream is also a victim of that very same abuse. I mean, he's beaten, called names, bullied, unappreciated, abused, and put through the wringer…and he internalised all that abuse because he knew no other way. He had no one to turn to, and the few bots who did support him, he treated like dirt. Once he had that freedom and power, he abused it and became the very thing that abused him. I have no doubt he was always self-centred, selfish, had a huge ego, etc. before all that but honestly? I think Megatron's abuse caused him to turn out the way he did. I could have turned out that way and it's a little scary, some of the parallels I'm drawing with him.

@ichbinmeltdown wrote a great analysis on Starscream that I want to share here:

"Megatron was abusive as hell to Starscream. He treated him horribly, and I legitimately almost cried a few times watching it. There's an episode called Starscream's Brigade that introduces the Combaticons, and I think that perfectly demonstrates the cycle of abuse. The entire world is against Starscream at pretty much every turn throughout the series, but none more so than Megatron. Every word out of his speech synthesizer to Starscream is to berate him, and he's constantly throwing him around, beating him, even ripping out his speech synthesizer in a scene from a previous episode (Hoist Goes Hollywood, IIRC). His own teammates don't like him, and even his brothers- Skywarp and Thundercracker, going off of the idea they're brothers- just... allow Megatron to abuse him. (Not to get into headcanons here, but I personally believe that Megatron's abuse fractured the Elite Trine's family dynamic. They are still brothers and love each other, but they're all too afraid of Megatron to really... stand up for each other as they did in the past.) And Starscream seemed to just snap in this episode. He treated the Combaticons poorly, and even when teaming up with Shockwave, he subjected him to a lot of the same ridicule and torment that Megatron put him through. He failed to realize Shockwave was the one of the only bots who would give him a chance- and unfortunately lashed out at him, which ruined his chances of Shockwave ever being a true friend and ally to him. Once Starscream had finally gotten a taste of power and not being under another bot's boot, he too became the very thing that he lived in fear of. And that really is how the cycle goes- when you're finally free from abuse, it can be tempting to overcompensate and take back all the power you were robbed of, at any cost whatsoever. Starscream, like D16 in Transformers One, snapped up this opportunity."

And the sad thing is, I've seen this in real life and I've internalised some of the abuse I've dealt with too. I'm not proud of it. Like the Seeker Trine, my own family dynamic has been fractured by similar abuse. I know there's traces of narcissism in my behaviour too, and I'm NOT proud of it. Maybe this is why I can forgive Starscream for being a narc, because I can see a little bit of my own personality/attitude/behaviour in him. Maybe it's because I know where it came from, I get why he acts that way and it's not just random and out of the blue. Maybe it's because--and I know this is a bold statement--I don't think he would do some of the stuff my own family did to me (blah blah blah he's a fictional character).

I didn't mean for this to turn into a long rant, so

TLDR: I finally figured out that part of the reason I love and relate to Starscream so much despite him internalising some of the abuse I went through, is because he was the victim of that same abuse.

[boofeine]

taroteen saturday

# 2 what are the seventeen member's sex fantasies

WARNINGS: tarot is not one fixed truth, this reading stands for the current time being.

this reading was made with the major arcanes.

tags: @huen1ngk4i @aaniag @svteensworld @kooqitas @unlikelysublimekryptonite

seungcheol's sex fantasy comes around threesome and voyeurism. he images the sex with two partners, where he can sit and watch while he enjoys himself. that comes around on watching porn and going to strip clubs also.

jeonghan's sex fantasy is an orgy BYE! imagines sex with more than one person involved and multiple orgams, where he can participate however he wants, he'd sub one time, than dom the other, eating some out next, and goes on.

joshua's sex fantasy is kinda sweet, he likes to visualize sex in an introspective, romantic, melancholic way. a typical feminine figure that he trusts and can experiment different things.

junhui's sex fantasy is messy, i think he might daydream about nasty messy sex. but also, sex that is totally different from what he usually goes to, like some extreme sex. he might have a lot of fetishes hidden that he truly wants to try but don't have the courage to act on it yet. i'd say a freaky on the closet, and i urge to add that he just needs the right person to put him out.

soonyoung's sex fantasy (HOLD MY HAND GUYS GUYS IMMA CRY THE FREAKY MEMBER IS A SECRETLY ROMANTIC) is love making! he fantasizes sex with love, which is slow and not impulsive at all. that feels like only him and that one person is on their own bubble, and i would even add that he is the one subbing.

wonwoo's sex fantasy is some dark romance shit. he imagines intense sex that is slow and consuming. he fantasizes about being degraded, in a really mean way... it's painful and makes him want to cry by how torturing slow the sex is and how harsh the words are.

jihoon's sex fantasy is also a threesome but more specifically him plus a man and a woman. where they play the typical part where the man doms and the girl subs. it's nasty guys, there's multiple orgams and changing positions a lot.

seokmin's sex fantasy is cute, he imagines sex in a lighter way, where he can just be able to giggle during the sex, be fool, and totally free from any insecurities or doubts he might have. playfull sex with a feminine figure that he truly loves.

mingyu's sex fantasy is very practical, almost analytical. he imagines a sex where he can be composed and able to see and understand clearly what he wants and what the other person wants too. it's kinda cold but thoughtful. like wanting to be ramantic but also mysterious.

minghao's sex fantasy is voyeurism. he's not touching his partner at all, he just sits back and watches them enjoy themselves. but he still plays the dom part, giving directions and demanding the other person what he wants.

seungkwan's sex fantasy is doming. he likes to fantasize messy, fast, intuitive sex and that's how it would be with he's taking control, all over the place. taking the lead feeling confident and also a bit mean, he's dirty in words and actions.

vernon's sex fantasy is also romantic! he imagines sex with love, where both are certain and know how to please one another. he still enjoys doming and the fantasy often has fucking from behind with a lot of breathing sounds.

chan's sex fantasy is sex where he can be out of control, letting his wants talk louder than anything else. like jun, he might have a lot of fetishes but haven't been comfortable yet to let it happen during sex. also fantasizes being loud.

[shazzbaa]

Asking the FLoc crayon [neon carrot] bc someone has to.

neon carrot: if you could give them any npc as a spouse, who would it be and why?

THIS IS SUCH A HARD QUESTION.

To address the obvious answer given recent activities: no i dont think he should marry Feducci, but he… might, if given the chance. The man CANONICALLY sent Sam 12 cellars of wine with a note reading "TO PASSIONS UNMATCHED" i dont think anyone can blame him for feeling like they had something special!!!! Feducci seems like he could make him very satisfied intimacy-wise but would also almost certainly Make Him Worse.

Samuel's constant difficulty with Marriage is that he isn't really… romantic in the traditional sense. HE HAS A LOT OF PHYSICAL DESIRE but romance rarely does anything for him outside of stories, and he gets antsy whenever he's locked in to a particular life plan. HOWEVER: he is usually too Catholic(TM) to really embrace a no-strings-attached lifestyle, and his tastes are well outside the typical Veilgarden hookup anyway (one of his most sensual experiences was getting murdered by an actual literal lance through the gut, so…). The real reason he bought multiple viric dreams of the Bishop of Southwark was that he was trying SO hard to Want Marriage, but even with someone so physically intense and driven, that dream of settling down for life isn't what he really wants; he just wants the part where they're wrestling by the fire.

The other complication is that he has finally found partners he can be happily intimate with: Peter and Jack (@little-red-notebook and @reliably-derogaffectionate's characters, respectively), to whom he is essentially a friend with benefits. He was best man at their wedding somewhat wistfully, but since they've both assured him that they still want him involved in their relationship, it feels very easy to be with them; a closeness he wants without the expectations that come with being a Spouse. It's still, you know, making love outside of marriage, but Samuel has never been good at avoiding that, and at least here he knows he's not leading anyone on or cheating on anyone.

An Ideal Marriage for Sam would involve some amount of polyamory to give him room for these inevitable, ah, extracurricular activities, someone that doesn't tie him down, ideally someone he can do physically dangerous things with and, importantly, have sex (these two activities can be combined). But I also think in an ideal world he would have someone who respects his own principles and doesn't try to smother his hope for compassion with duty, which feels like the big sticking point for a lot of the aggressive characters (like Southwark and Feducci) that Sam's attracted to.

I don't remember well enough to say how many of these points she hits, but I keep thinking of the Zubmariner from the Sunken River ES, as someone no-nonsense in a way Sam really respected and found attractive, but who also has people she cares about. She might be too cool to fall for this soggy loser, though, and the chances of her turning out to be a lesbian seem high. (Also Sam left her behind…. that's a choice he regrets, and I kinda wanna replay that story at some point, with the idea of him actually trying to go back for her). But in general, the idea of Samuel marrying a principled pirate where they both know their first love will always be the zee feels like something that could turn out to be a genuinely happy partnership for him. BUT WHO KNOWS maybe in a year I'll come back with a totally different answer I never saw coming.

[niniwritesxo]

nsfw alphabet - kang daeho (player 388)

(contains sexual content, mdni <3)

(these are all my opinion, if you disagree that’s totally fine, just dont interact w this fic xo)

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

- dae-ho is such a sweetheart and i am convinced he thinks aftercare is the most important thing ever, he’ll do anything to make you comfortable afterwards. preparing you a nice warm bath, making you a sweet treat or just cuddle with you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

- he loves his arms, especially when he flexes them so he can see his biceps/thriceps, his favorite part about you are your thighs and your ass (i just know he is a ass man)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

- he has a breeding kink, he literally will thank you if you let him come inside. (hahaha going insane rn)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

- he is a switch but loves when you dom him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

- i think he has good experience, his bodycount is probably below 5 though.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

- reverse cowgirl. (who said that)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

- i feel like he would be kinda goofy, like cracking a little joke when something awkward happens.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

- dae-ho is definitely shaves for you, he knows you hate bushes lol.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

- oh he is hopelessly in love, he loves sharing these intimate moments with you because he absolutely adores you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

- mutual masturbation 100%

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

- praise, some degrading and in a way i feel like he would be such a good brat tamer (i am delusional)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

- either the kitchen or the shower.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

- praise.

‘just like that dae-ho, you feel so good, fuck.’

say that and he’ll go on for hours

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

- spitting and slapping.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

- dae-ho is a MUNCH, i just know he loooves going down on you, he loves pleasing you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

- depends on how he is feeling, but i think it kinda switches between the two. (he’ll always make sure to ask you if it isn’t too rough)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

- he doesn’t mind them but he would rather fuck you for hours straight.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

- whenever you suggest something he’ll definitely try them out, he loves when you come with new ideas.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

- i think he lasts LOOONG, he won’t stop until you at least came twice, doesn’t matter how long it has to take.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

- maybe like a vibrator ON you, but that’s about it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

- i think he is such a tease, joking about you whining and going insane over his touch.

‘you want to cum that bad sweetheart?’ he says grinning.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

- he isn’t that loud but he is definitely whiny and needy, so you’ll probably hear him whimpering and grunting.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

- he loves it when you call him daddy (he’ll probably call you mommy…anyways!)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on underneath those clothes)

- dae-ho is not big but kinda buff, like he is not that skinny and actually has some meat on his body (yummy)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

- quick, he probably does something cute like make some tea for the both of you and falls asleep cuddling you.

thank you for reading lovely xo

[sanjoongie]

yeosang IS HERE. hongjoong's time is going to be much anticipated bahahaa.

Hongjoong is tired of his mission going to shit lmao nothing prepared him for the power of Babe (and Sannie). Yes, Seonghwa, the first victim, is being dealt with 😕 I had to pull a little bit of jealousy for San, it was just too good. yes yes, wooyoung is bringing yunho back. we need to make an example of another human for the aliens to learn from.

i wanted to somehow make each members part a wee bit different. it's all corruption kink, but i kinda liked the idea that yeosang got sucked into the romance aspect of lust while studying bahaha THE YELLOW WAS TOTALLY RANDOM i am just random wheeling these but fate is having other ideas. San says, after seonghwa, this ain't happening ever again 😍 the best boyfriend award goes to Sannie.

the way that san and Babe are gaslighting the aliens really just makes me giggle, i stg. hongjoong, after being tricked, isn't sure what to believe anymore--or the fact that all his crewmates are getting sucked into the whole shebam.

i have literally the next two chapters planned out, that's how much fun i had with this chapter. i can't for you to read them!

Breed! Chapter 5

Speculate

ღPairing: alien! Yeosang x human! Reader (f) x human! san ღGenre: smut with no plot ღAu: alien!teez ღTrope: s2l(aliens), established relationship(San) ღWord Count: 3,565 ღWarnings: San's restrained again, oral fixation (m), coming untouched (m), pre-spoken consent with San, overstim (m), Yeosang calls you sweetheart, San calls you Babe, cum play, cum eating, sexual punishment (?), finally Jealous San, experimental groping, nipple play, outerjob (rubbing cock against labia), scratching (m), thick cock! Yeosang (that's my agenda!), penetrative sex without a barrier, San once again with his verbal/physical instructions he just can't help himself, 'just the tip' moment, creampie, colored cum ღRated: 18+ MDNI ღBeta’s~ @downtoamagicalland ღSummary~ Hongjoong is at his wits end and decides to get back in power and remain in the room. When he sends his next most level headed alien to fuck you, he does not get the desired results

ღChapter 4~ Unfamiliar | Mini Masterlist | Chapter 6

When you, San and Mingi entered the observation room, Hongjoong was animatedly talking with another new alien. This one had the face of an angel and the body that almost rivaled San’s. The closer you got, the easier it was to hear the discussion the two aliens were having.

“What do you think is the common denominator then, Yeosang?” Hongjoong hissed in frustration.

Yeosang’s eyes slid towards San and you hugged San closer to yourself. You had once worried that with the breeding mission they had, that eventually the aliens would have no need for San. You needed them to have a need for San. You didn’t dare think of the alternatives. 

“It’s her mate. Seonghwa was able to successfully ejaculate inside the female when the male was restrained. He’s been the spark that’s been setting off other reactions. He needs to go.”

San brightened at the idea of being restrained again. “Oh, the masturbating ropes? I could give those a go again!”

You hushed San and he looked a little let down. “San isn’t going anywhere,” You insisted.

Hongjoong turned and narrowed his eyes down at you. “You are becoming less and less agreeable the longer you remain amongst us, human. I am no longer fond of these interactions.” His head snapped back to Yeosang. “Are you sure these two were chosen at random? Could the human’s have infiltrated us? What if they do not truly want us to learn of their mating rituals? Are they sabotaging us?”

Yeosang shook his head, his hair swooshing along his forehead. “No, Captain, I don’t believe that is possible. We observed them for days and researched all aspects of their lives. They are not attached to any human government or societies. They simply…” Yeosang waved his arms around for lack of scientific words, “...fuck.”

“They do know a lot about fucking,” Mingi agreed.

“Then we will attempt to reenact what Seonghwa did with the human. Mingi and I will observe, the human male will remain but restrained, otherwise the female will not be cooperative. And you will fuck her,” Hongjoong commanded.

Yeosang pointed a finger at himself. “Me?!” He said in disbelief, “Not you?”

Hongjoong shook his head, a flash of emotion passing through his eyes. He wasn’t scared… was he? “I do not think it wise for me to be the next one.”

“But I’ve hardly studied…” Yeosang swallowed loudly. 

Hongjoong motioned with a sharp jerk of his chin at you. “The female is well versed. She can guide you.”

Yeosang eyed you warily. “I do not trust her.”

“Well, I don’t either but unless you want Seonghwa down here, we don’t have much of a choice,” Hongjoong snapped.

“Where is our old pal anyways?” San wondered.

“Seonghwa is being decontaminated. It seems that your Babe’s cunt has done something to Seonghwa that is making him act more human than our kind. He wants to be with his Comet and fuck her more than necessary and that is… unsettling,” Hongjoong admitted.

You frowned wistfully. Was Seonghwa pining for you somewhere in the spaceship? You had worried that you had got him in too much trouble. You kinda missed him too, with his open wonder and innocent curiosity but also ferality in regards to your body. 

“Perhaps this is the cost of copulation,” Yeosang speculated, “Your mind is lost to the female you fuck.” Yeosang shivered. “That is dangerous.”

Mingi was sending you glances. “That is dangerous.”

It was hard to not laugh at the fact that even aliens understood the allure and dangerous hold a female’s pussy had on a male. Some things did not change despite species. 

Hongjoong motioned with his hand that he wanted Yeosang to get this over with. “Mingi has disproved the ritual to lick the last cock that was in the female as a sign of respect so there is no need for you to do it,” Hongjoong commanded. 

There's a hint of pink to Hongjoong's cheeks. Did he think he was a fool for his theory? Is that why he was so angry with you?

San sighed heavily. “There goes that fun.”

Hongjoong snapped his fingers. “Jongho. Restrain this male human.”

“San,” your boyfriend insisted with his signature pout. “Come on, Hongjoong. You licked my dick! Surely we're on a first name basis.”

Hongjoong’s jaw clenched in anger. “Gag him too.”

The ropes were back but they remained stationary. Clearly the aliens had learned that San was not helpful to their cause, so they weren't going to give him any extra pleasures. 

“Well, that's disappointing,” San lamented. 

In response, a rope came out, tiny tendrils escaping the end of it, and wrapped around San's tongue. Then it moved into San's mouth and expanded around his face, effectively holding his tongue. But San closed his eyes. Oh god, the aliens didn't know what they were doing. You, of all people, knew how much San loved when you sucked on his tongue.

“Let's get this over with,” Yeosang said haughtily. But his eyes scooted around everywhere. He seemed nervous.

“Shall we figure out a name you'll refer to me as? I do hate the term human with a passion.” Your gaze couldn't help but cut towards Hongjoong.

Yeosang vehemently shook his head. “That is a part of the power you hold over the others. Mingi is our most loyal soldier. Seonghwa has one of the greatest scientific minds on this ship. You've reduced them to slaves for your body. I'll not give you the satisfaction.”

“You don't think that perhaps there's a reason your kind has removed the chance to procreate? Sure, it's more efficient and less messy with emotions, but sex is a powerful thing simply for the pleasure it brings. Could it just be that having sex is good but your kind view it as bad because it can't be quantified?”

Yeosang raised his chin stubbornly. “It's just a bunch of chemicals popping off in your brain.”

“If it's not something you're supposed to feel then why does it exist in the first place?” You challenged him.

“Yeosang, just do as she asks!” Hongjoong insisted. “She has to be willing or it won't work! She needs to be creamy!”

Mingi sent a long look at Hongjoong, who was pink again as he perceived the look Mingi was sending him. “Wooyoung was wrong. He doesn't know more than me,” Hongjoong insisted.

“Well… I… watched the things you call films. There is this concept called romance between you humans,” Yeosang admitted.

You can't help but smile. Yeosang is stuttering through his logical thoughts, proving your point. You can put certain aspects of a human into a box but it's a whole other can of worms when you're going through it. “Mmm?” You prompted, smile getting wider.

Yeosang’s eyes got wide and now his cheeks are pink. He whirled around to confront Hongjoong. “I can't do this. I'm untried. If not you than surely Mingi could fuck her?”

Mingi took a step forward immediately but Hongjoong placed hand on the taller man's chest. “No, Yeosang, he's had some experience now. I need your unfiltered opinion. I only trust you now. Please.”

Yeosang scratched the back of his head and laughed. “How does sweetheart sound?”

San made distressed noises and your eyes went to him immediately. “San? What are you doing to him?” Your head whirred around to the direction Hongjoong had spoken to the alien in control of the ropes around San. “Jongho! Release him immediately.”

Hongjoong turned to where the other alien Jongho must be and threw his hands up in frustration. “You're going to let a human order you around too?”

The ropes unwound around San and he almost collapsed, if not for his fast reflexes catching himself. “San?!” You cried out his name.

You patted over his body, sure you were going to find something wrong with him. When you found nothing, you grabbed his head between your hands. “Tell me what's wrong right now.”

San hummed, sounding like he had just… Your eyes moved down to San's pelvis, where there was a wet spot. “San!” You screeched.

“I'm not sorry,” San said in a low, satisfied voice.

“You idiot,” You scolded your boyfriend. “I thought you were worried about Yeosang’s pet name for me.”

San laughed, grinning and biting down on his lower lip. “Sweetheart is kinda hot, actually, now that you mention it.”

“You hot idiot,” You muttered again. 

You made an impulse decision. You undid San's jeans and yanked down both his underwear and pants in one swift motion. You buried your face in his pelvis and took his soft cock in your mouth to suck off all his cum.

“Hhnnnnn, fuck fuck fuck, oh god, I'm so fucking sensitive, ahhhhh,” San whined but he didn't stop you. You knew your boyfriend loved being overstimulated.

You rose with your mouth full. 

“What are you doing?” Hongjoong cried out.

“She's got…his seed in her mouth,” Mingi said in awe.

“Swallow it!” San pouted. 

You turned to Yeosang, who looked partly shocked and partly excited. You grabbed his head the same way you had grabbed San and slanted your mouth across his. You stuck your tongue in Yeosang’s mouth, pushing San's cum into the alien's mouth. Yeosang moaned loudly, his arms coming around your body and hugging you to him.

“He accepted?” Hongjoong sputtered.

Mingi looked from you and Yeosang, back to San. “Is this another trick?”

“Babe!” San continued to whine and pout. 

“Is it… punishment?” Hongjoong guessed next.

You broke the kiss with Yeosang. You could still taste San in your mouth. “Don't look at San. Don't respond to anything he says. Pretend he's not even there. Help me punish him?”

“I don't…” Yeosang struggled. 

“What did you do wrong?” Hongjoong demanded from San.

San dejectedly pulled his pants up and did himself up. “I made her worry when I was just doing something perverted.”

“But I thought… aren't you the one in charge?” Mingi’s eyes were big and confused.

San looked bashful. “In the bedroom, yeah… you could say that--HEY, ARE YOU GRABBING HIS ASS?” San yelled that last part at you.

You tilted your head flirtatiously at Yeosang. “Do you like that?”

Yeosang swallowed loudly. “I like how it feels?”

“What about this?” You asked as your other hand groped his chest.

San’s head fell in his hands as he lamented. “Not his tits.”

“This is confusing,” Mingi admitted.

“You were so enthusiastic about her being with others?” Hongjoong pushed to understand.

San pouted and spoke. “She… she loves my butt and my chest. She's personally attacking me. I'm sorry! I couldn't help myself! Babe! It was sucking my tongue!”

Yeosang made a garbled noise as your thumb flicked over his nipple. “And that?”

“I…” Both of you looked between your bodies, seeing and feeling Yeosang’s cock twitching between your bodies. “I really like that.”

Yeosang let you push off his robe and he was immediately naked. Your hands spanned over his broad shoulders.

San clasped his hands together and started to beg on his knees. “Please, I'll make it up to you.”

“I'm gonna lie down on your robe and you should brace yourself above me, with your hips between my legs,” You instructed, deftly grabbing Yeosang’s robe from the crooks of his arms.

“Are you… are you going to mark up his back? I said I was sorry?” San continued to plead his case.

“She is merciless,” Mingi said in awe.

“This is the danger of being a slave to her pussy, Mingi, look at him! He has the body of a warrior and he is crying for her attention. Is that what you want to be now?” Hongjoong demanded.

Mingi looked like Hongjoong wasn't going to like what he was about to say. “I only had my cock between her breasts. But--”

“Don't answer that,” Hongjoong cut off the taller man quickly.

Once you were in the desired position, you wriggled your underwear down your legs, and it hung from your ankle. “I'm going to need you to rub yourself up and down my lips, okay Yeosang? Like Hongjoong said, I need to be nice and creamy for you.”

“I can--” Yeosang laughed in spite of himself. “Is this how they all feel? Being lured by you?” Yeosang shook his head and  took the position you had instructed. Then he began to flex his pelvis so that his cock ran up and down your somewhat moist folds.

You tossed your head back, digging your nails into Yeosang’s shoulder blades. “Just like that, Yeosang,” You encouraged him.

Yeosang moaned beautifully at the sensation he was getting. “Feels good,” Yeosang continued to moan. He changed angles and accidently pushed against your hole.

“Not yet!” You whined. You wrapped your hands around his biceps that were straining to hold his body off yours, and pulled your body up. 

“Just the tip!” Yeosang insisted, his cock following your moving body. 

“It's never just the tip,” You said through gritted teeth. “This isn't my first rodeo, Yeosang.”

You moved high enough that Yeosang slipped out of you again. He choked back a sob, listening to you regardless of what his body was telling him. You reached between the two of you and grabbed the base of his cock with both hands. This way, you were able to manually rub Yeosang over your wet inner folds and smear your wetness over your clit.

You closed your eyes, rocking to the feeling of Yeosang’s smooth cockhead rubbing your clit. This left you a little vulnerable, however. Your arms pushed your breasts together, and although still partially covered from your shirt, still made them look appetizing. It also allowed San to creep up beside you.

“Look how cute she looks under you,” San whispered to Yeosang. “She's getting all that pleasure from your cock. You're doing that. Isn't that worth giving up some control?”

“Don't listen to him,” You whispered fiercely.

“BABE!”

“I'm ready, Yeosang.” You moved Yeosang’s cock to your hole and looked up at the alien. “Push inside of me but please go slow. I know you’ll want to just slip all the way in but that would hurt. And we don’t want to be hurt during sex.”

Yeosang’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “But I liked when your nails dug into my back?”

You smiled. “Let me rephrase that: we don’t want to hurt because of sex.”

“Ahhhh,” Yeosang said in confirmation he understood the distinction.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as Yeosang slowly but surely pushed into your wet cunt. He was thick enough that you needed the time to adjust. You removed one hand to allow him more room. 

You watched Yeosang curiously. Sweat beaded at his hairline. He laughed nervously at your gaze. You gripped his chin between your thumb and forefinger. “Are you okay, Yeosang?”

“I’m the alien but why do I feel like you’re watching me?” Yeosang admitted. 

“I want to make sure you’re okay. This is your first time. You are okay, right?”

Yeosang narrowed his eyes and cocked his head. “I’m the one penetrating you? But yes I’m fine.”

You removed your other hand and whimpered as Yeosang pressed fully into you. Fuck, he was stretching you. “Oh, fuck.”

“Suck on your finger,” San said mischievously, still not having vacated his spot by the two of you. “If you play with her nipples, she will come quickly. You want to get this over with, right?”

“San!” You hissed.

“Right?” San persisted.

You both watched Yeosang struggle with his inner turmoil. “I…” He swallowed loudly. “Would you enjoy that…sweetheart?”

You and San moaned in unison. 

“I would Yeosang but…” Your mouth went dry as Yeosang maintained his stance over you with only one hand and then he sucked down on his forefinger.

“No, wait.” 

San reached over and pulled Yeosang’s finger out of his mouth and pushed the alien’s thumb between Yeosang’s lips. Yeosang allowed San to guide his hand down to your breast and San showed Yeosang where to rub, after pulling your shirt out of the way. San’s eyes were glued to Yeosang’s wet thumb rubbing circles around your nipple, making it pert. 

“Close your mouth, for goodness sake, Mingi!” Hongjoong scolded the alien beside him.

Mingi did so but his eyes were big and wide and vulnerable. “You have no idea what it feels to suck on them, Hongjoong. You don’t get it.”

“Yeo-Yeosang,” You couldn't help but stutter as he played with your nipple at San’s prompting. “You should start moving.”

Yeosang slowly dragged his eyes up from your boobs to your face. “Huh?”

You wrapped your legs around Yeosang’s body and nudged his ass with the heels of your feet. The movement shifted Yeosang inside of you and you both made noises. “Pull out and then push back in.”

Yeosang watched with wide eyes as he pulled his cock out and it was covered in your slick. “You’re so creamy.”

You bit down on your lip playfully. “Just for you, Yeosang.”

Yeosang watched as he pushed back into you, slowly. He did the back and forth, at a pace that almost made you wanna kill someone, if not for the knowledge that you were with a virgin and Yeosang didn’t know any better. You couldn't snap at him like you would have with San. But then again, San would have had a shit-eating grin on his face, knowing how much the pace made you impatient.

“You can go a bit faster, Yeosang,” You encouraged him.

Yeosang sped up his pace but he quickly found that your body was moving and he had to chase it if he was to remain inside of you. That’s when he cupped your ass with his free hand, to keep you close to his body. 

“Fuck, oh, oh god.” Your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

“Speed is good but…” San tilted his head. “He needs a better angle.”

San moved behind Yeosang and placed his hands on Yeosang’s hips. Yeosang’s eyes went wide in distress. 

“You need to brush up against her g-spot,” San murmured. His hands guided Yeosang’s hips.

“Did he help you like this?” Hongjoong demanded of Mingi

The taller alien nodded, still slack jawed at the show of Yeosang fucking you. “He did. A rite of passage between friends. He informed my trial run. He is… my master?”

Hongjoong facepalmed in response. “They said they gave me the best of the best aliens to work with.”

San's head popped up over Yeosang’s. “Is that better, Babe? You gonna come? Surely one of these aliens can make you come,” he spoke in pout.

“You little rascal,” You gasped at San.

Your boyfriend smiled like he was a cat that got his cream. “Yes?”

“It's not about me. It's about Yeosang coming inside of me,” you insisted.

San pouted harder. “It's always about you!”

“I--” Yeosang moaned when his deep, rough voice made you clench harder down On him. “Can't we both experience pleasure together?”

“Awe,” You couldn't help but whimper. “You do your best, okay Yeosang?”

Yeosang’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “It is about two people. I believe it is an exchange. Two bodies deserve two orgasms.”

“You do not need to make the female orgasm in order to procreate,” Hongjoong protested.

San shot a glare towards Hongjoong. “And this is why you haven’t fucked her yet.”

Hongjoong’s spine suddenly became ramrod straight, as if what San had said was insulting. “That is not true!”

“She does make nice noises though,” Mingi brought up. “It does help the process.”

“Not helping,” Hongjoong said through gritted teeth. 

“Both of us,” Yeosang said firmly.

You nodded, smiling encouragingly. “Together.”

With Yeosang’s hand firmly on your ass to keep you close to him, he fucked into your cunt, at just the right angle that he was rubbing that good spot inside of you. Your cries began to crescendo and soon you were squeezing down on Yeosang, your orgasm washing through you. Yeosang came after, a lusty, loud cry as he spurted inside of you. He chased his high and you let him, drinking in the look on his face as he came. 

“Yes!” San pumped two hands in the air like he won a sport’s game.

“How was that?” You wondered, brushing some hair from Yeosang’s face.

“That was… that was…” Yeosang gasped and struggled to find his words.

Mingi sighed. “Yeah…..” His deep voice echoed through the observation room.

“That was amazing,” Yeosang settled on. He blinked continuously. “Can we do that again?”

“Hey Yeosang, you wanna do us a favor and pull out of Babe for a moment?” San asked.

Yeosang did so and the three of you watched as liquid sunshine spilled from your cunt.

“The yellow cum somehow matches you, Sangie,” You couldn't help but giggle.

Yeosang giggled too in response and then straightened his face. He looked at Hongjoong next.

“Perhaps…” Hongjoong walked around you three with one hand behind his back and another at his chin as he contemplated everything. “Perhaps it is good to have an instructor. Perhaps it is better that we abducted a couple, for this purpose.”

The alien’s sharp language cut through the air. You could practically see the gears turning in Hongjoong’s head. “Ah, Wooyoung’s back. I think I know what we should try next.”

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[coolbubblez59]

Yes, I totally enjoyed Migration (2023) for the plot.

[astralzeraphias]

“he was mentally ill. this monster was a- was a sick fantasy. a product of his dementia.”

“…i saw it too. does that make me disturbed? demented? does… that make me sick too?”

[rin-solo]

Ages ago, I promised a sequel to my Ruthlessness sketches with my new Poseidon design, and well... See, I had a very specific vision for this, my beloved 🫶 favorite song in the whole entire musical. And I guess I was finally brave en- I mean, found the time to bring it to life. Enjoy 🙈🌊🔱

@glisten-inthedark look at what I've done now

[dykedvonte]

I think the most baffling thing about the Tulpar as a vessel to me is the fact that the ship really did only have a one way communication system.

I know it was cheap but even the most basic of vessels regarding major transport would have some way, shape or form for outside communication. Not only that but there was absolutely no form of innate emergency signal to show they may have been offline or in trouble despite clearly having a system to dock credits if they went off course. It's another factor that really shows that bad situations are made to get worse by design. One person who is required to relay all information to the crew and make all the choices without feedback. No way to update or call for help in case of a dire situation. No way to inform of inner personal conflicts and acquire procedures accordingly.

It really is like they are all in some sort of fucked up solitary confinement. They have their own world with strict roles that are meaningless in the end, as long as the cargo makes it, it doesn't matter what happens on that ship to the company. They don't want to hear anything and will come to conclusions on what happened based on how much pay they can withhold from the workers. Even what they do send is short, sterile and corporate to the extent it was likely written and sent out with a command by some random unmanned computer in an office.

There's something to be said about how unfair it is to force absolute power and control onto one person when you as an entity could do so much more to offload it but I've said it many times before so I won't again.

[silver-horse]

I discovered something huge about Rolan and Cal and Lia!

I hope I am the only one who didn't realise this until now but Cal and Lia are NOT Rolan's actual siblings.

I killed them just to use speak with the dead spell on them and Rolan's corpse said he has no family. He said only Cal and Lia are brother and sister and "Cal says I am family, but..." and the way he said it is so sad.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Total $hit$how: Roses for the Knuckles

in which Hunter doesn't always listen

cw: referenced violence, adult language, implied abuse

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“You'll each get one hour. Nowhere near enough time for anything real, but it should serve its purpose.”

Everyone was in the room with the mats, where they should've been running through their morning training. Obstacle courses or fighting or some shit, but instead of doing what they were supposed to, Sahota was following muscle girl's dumb idea.

Hunter knew what its 'purpose' was. Proving them all wrong, demonstrating that he was better than them for the hundredth time. Why was he even gonna bother? Why not just tell them no and be done with it? Why not just do what Vic wanted?

He didn't know what the big deal was anyway. Muscle girl had been in the army or some shit, so hadn't she already killed people? And fucking Manak didn't seem like he gave a shit about anyone else, so why did he care? Hunter didn't care. It wasn't like he knew Finley anyway, and he could just forget about the whole matter after she was dead and they had what they wanted.

If he would’ve told Vic about this last night during their training session, maybe he could’ve put a stop to this bullshit, but the ancient law of snitches get stitches kept his mouth shut. It wasn’t that big a deal anyway. Just a waste of time.

Hunter slouched as Sahota droned on and on about the rules, body and face rigid as he addressed the group. Like a fucking statue.

“I want each of you to come up with some arbitrary information that you want from me, and then I want you to try to extract it. You are permitted to do anything, so long as I can recover from it by tomorrow.”

Whatever that meant. It had been two days since he'd got his face beat in, and he already seemed just fine.

Muscle girl raised her hand. “What's the point?”

“I’ve been in the business for a while,” Sahota replied. “I know a good technique when I see one. If you manage to impress me, you win. I'll let you do it your way.” He thumbed at the scabbed-over cut running through his lip. “But don’t count on it.”

Some of the rest threw in their own questions, but Hunter tuned them out, pinching the skin of a knuckle between two fingernails until flowers started blooming there. No one would want to hear his side of the argument, his ‘we should listen to Vic, not Sahota’. If they didn't hate him already, he'd bet they definitely hated him after the video, after he was the only one who didn't want to go save their asshole trainer. But he'd been right, Vic had been right. Sahota got back just fine, not the slightest shift in his stupid slate-gray color unless you counted the bruises on his face.

He was right, but it seemed like no one wanted to look at him anymore. Not that they had in the first place, but it seemed more on-purpose now. Manak had been just as icy as ever when they'd worked together on the list, a task mostly completed in bitter silence. Hunter hadn't helped much, just kinda leaned back in his chair and looked for new patterns, distracting himself from the red ribbon of irritation that started coiling around the other man as soon as Sahota told them to work together.

And whatever, he didn't care. He didn't need Manak to like him, or Sahota, or muscle girl, or even… even the big guy. No, he didn't need them, not when he had Vic on his side, not when Vic wanted him to stay.

“Cavan, why don't you start us off?” Sahota said, and muscle girl straightened, her neutral blue brightening.

Cavan. Cavan, Cavan, Cavan, he’d try to remember it, but sometimes names were hard.

“I want the rest of you training. Spar for the first hour, then branch off into individual skills.” He gave Cavan a curt nod, and she followed him out, leaving a fading trail of blue behind. Hunter couldn’t tell if she was excited or nervous, and didn’t really care.

Beside him, the big guy let out a heavy sigh. “So… sparring?”

“Dibs on Jericho,” makeup guy said quickly, sidestepping towards the big guy and slipping an arm through the crook of his elbow.

Jericho, Jericho.

That left him with Manak. Whatever. Smug little richboy wasn’t that great with his fists, and Hunter wouldn’t mind breaking his stupid snobby nose. The big guy—Jericho—seemed to catch a whiff of Hunter’s plan though, a brighter flash that was probably alarm arcing through his purple.

“Actually, I think I’ll fight Harbor,” he said, shaking himself free of makeup guy, who put on a pouty expression. Hunter scowled up at him, squaring his shoulders.

“Yeah? What if I don’t wanna fight you?” he challenged, scanning the big guy’s—Jericho, it’s Jericho, fucking dumbass—silhouette for a shift in his color. The purple didn’t change.

“Do you not want to?” A little smile crossed his face. “You’re pretty good. I just want to see what you’ve got.”

Hunter scrunched his nose. He was good, but he knew what was really happening. Just the b–Jericho trying to save Manak’s ass. Whatever. Whatever, a fight was a fight. Training was training and he didn't need to be liked. He didn't need to be chosen for him, not by them.

“Fine.” He lifted his fists. Roses for the knuckles. “Fight me.”

~~~

The first hour went fast. Sparring always went fast, at least for Hunter. Maybe ‘cause it was something he was actually good at. Muscle girl (Cavan) came strolling back in near the end of the matches, and makeup guy (Benny?) took her place. From the dull in her blue, Hunter guessed she hadn't been successful. He coulda told her that.

Jericho spent the next hour looking over the folder with her and Manak, so Hunter spent his time wandering and practicing with patterns.

Find a pen, find a tool, find one of those screws that has an X on top, until makeup guy came back and Manak replaced him and his head was pounding.

He ignored the oncoming migraine.

I want you to come back after.

The next hour passed, the headache dug blunt teeth into his skull, and then it was Hunter's turn.

~~~

Sahota was sitting comfy when he entered, bound in place by ropes that wound around his wrists and the arms of the chair he was planted in. No sign of any blooming colors in his slate-gray, no hint of an expression on his bruise-mottled face.

Like an oil slick, he thought. Guess it's your turn to wear it.

The three who'd gone before him hadn't done shit by the looks of it. If anything, Sahota looked bored. Hunter could change that.

“So what,” he said, lingering in the doorway with his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets. “Do I just start?”

“What information are you pretending to be after?” Sahota asked, hardly shifting in his seat. Hunter wished he'd slouch, or sneeze, or yawn, or do something a normal human would do. 

“I dunno,” he said, eyes darting away from the stiff slate shape of him, looking for anything shinier. “Your birthday or whatever.”

“Creative bunch.”

Hunter scowled, pulling his hands from his pockets and pinching a fresh cut that cracked through the back of his hand like a line in a broken plate. A little shower of rose petals started pouring from it in reply. “Can I hit you?”

“Do it.” Sahota rolled his neck, shrugging his shoulders like he was prepping himself for the first blow. “Is that your plan for Finley?”

“I don't have a plan for Finley,” Hunter said. “I didn’t ask to do this. You can just kill her for all I care.” That's what Vic had said to do. Why was Sahota of all people trying something different? He was in the spy shit too, shouldn’t he know better? Didn't he want to follow Vic?

The trainer’s gray sat plain and stony as Hunter talked, not the slightest flash of surprise, or approval, or even just being pissed off that he didn’t want to play along popping up.

“Are you going to participate?” he asked in a flat voice. “Or should I have you send for Davis?”

He'd like that, wouldn't he? Hunter leaving, giving up, going away. What would he think, if he knew that Vic wanted him here, if he knew that maybe, maybe Vic liked him better?

“I’ll play the stupid game,” Hunter said, rubbing his knuckles. “Just wanted you to know that it’s stupid.” A pattern had begun to swirl around them, starting out small and starry and distorting into silvery splatters. They might’ve been a warning, but Hunter didn’t know for what. That Sahota would get pissed and try to beat him up? That he’d try and kick him off the team? Fat chance, not when Vic was here to say otherwise.

“What’s your birthday?” he muttered. Sahota replied with a silent stare, his stupid gray color unchanging, his stupid expression stony and blank. Fuckin' statue.

Hunter hit him. Not hard, or anything. A little backhanded stroke across the face that didn't draw the slightest ripple through Sahota's gray. The back of his hand stung with the blow. Roses.

Sahota planted the even stare on him again, like he was challenging him, saying, ‘is that all you got?’

Hunter’s upper lip pulled back into a snarl. “When’s your birthday?” he said again, practically spitting the words out. The splattering silver whirled around him like a tornado. He tried not to look at it. He didn’t need his headache getting any worse.

Sahota still didn’t answer, so Hunter popped him across the other cheek.

“Do you really think this will get you anywhere?”

“You think I’d fucking know that?” Hunter snapped. “I’m not a psycho like you. I never tortured anyone.”

That seemed to have an effect, the gray getting a few shades darker in the middle of Sahota’s chest. Hunter’s mouth tipped up in a grin.

“S’wrong?” he said, circling the chair in an unhurried stride. “Don't like being called out on it?”

But just as fast, the gray was gone, and Sahota was quiet again. Of fucking course.

“When's your birthday?” Hunter said, this time leaning over the trainer's shoulder to hiss it into his ear.

“You’re sloppy,” Sahota replied, not seeming to care when Hunter popped him in the jaw. Barely even a grimace.

Sloppy. Just like he'd said when they fought the first time. Well who was the one getting hit? Sahota was sloppy, for letting the rest of the team have their way when an easier solution was right in front of them.

“When's your birthday?”

“Is that all you have to say? Does your entire plan revolve around asking the same question on repeat?”

“I told you, I don't have a fucking plan,” Hunter snapped, hitting him a little harder than he'd meant to. Closed fist tangling with the bruises on his cheek, reopening the cut that cracked his knuckles, rose petals.

That got a little gasp from Sahota. A blinking wince that made Hunter hesitate, his fist dropping to swing at his side.

I'm sorry. He wasn't. Sahota asked to do this, Sahota said he could hit him. He could take punches, they could both take punches, it was no big deal.

“I want to listen to Vic,” he said in a small voice. “I want to just… just kill her. If that's the easy way.”

Sahota's eyes narrowed. “You've never killed anyone.”

“Don't pretend you know me,” Hunter said, his voice rising again. “You don't know shit.”

He had, probably. He'd never actually watched them die, but he'd been in enough gunfights and brawls and shit that he'd probably killed someone. “I don't care, anyway,” he said, taking a half step backwards. The silver-spatter pattern swirled faster now, dizzy and bright. “Vic knows best, so if he says that's what we should do…”

“Vic doesn't always know best,” Sahota said. “Not for you.”

There it was. Hunter scowled, scanning the trainer's shape, seeing no sign of the jealous black cracks that had come crawling out of his throat before. Not like that meant shit. Maybe they weren't jealousy. He didn't know fuckall about what they could be because he didn't know fuckall about Sahota.

“What do you know about what's best?” he grumbled. Maybe he should've gone to Vic about this bright idea after all. Maybe this had all been a ploy to trick Hunter into going against Vic’s idea, to highlight him as a problem, to make him another outsider.

“I know this isn't the life you want," Sahota replied. "Finish this job and get out, or you'll end up wishing you had.”

Had Vic told him about the plan? About letting him stay? Was he just spouting this bullshit because he couldn't stand the thought of Hunter sticking around?

“You don't know what I want,” Hunter spat. “There’s nothing else for me. There's nothing else to want.”

Sahota grimaced. His gray was starting to darken at the center again, spreading like black clouds. “Harbor—”

“You want me to get out?” Hunter cut him off. “Fucking fine, I'll get out. Already said this was stupid.”

The green, the burning of chlorine in his nose hit him before he could turn around. Vic.

“Done already?” the handler asked in a voice that was danger-quiet. Like if Hunter answered wrong there'd be trouble. He'd heard it before. With teachers at school, with his dad at home, with Rex and the syndicate. 

He froze. Sometimes the best answer was silence.

“I heard you're running them through an impromptu training exercise, Sahota,” Vic said, and Hunter realized the tone wasn't for him. He felt the tension seep away from his shoulders; vines unwinding and hanging there like deadweight limbs.

“Quite an interesting lesson plan today.”

“It's a demonstration, sir.” Sahota’s eyes dropped. “Proof that interrogation doesn't work the way they think.”

“Oh? Do you not think my word is proof enough for them?”

“I didn't mean that.”

Vic clicked his tongue. “I was under the impression that today's training was meant to be a little more standardized. Was that a lie?”

“No, I… it seemed like something too small to bother you with. Once they failed, we'd move on. Nothing would change.”

“So you'd rather keep it from me.”

“No, sir.”

Vic let out a little hm, letting silence sit prickly in the room for what was probably a full minute before he spoke again. “I do apologize for interrupting.”

Sahota didn't lift his gaze. Or even say anything.

“It's fine,” Hunter put in. “This is a waste of time anyway. Right? We should just—”

“No no, it's not my place to swoop in and change the curriculum for the day,” Vic said, letting out a small sigh. “I'm sure it's exactly as beneficial as you say, Sahota.”

Hunter didn't know why the change in his tone wasn't letting him relax, why the splatters in the air were turning razored at the edges, why some anxious color was starting to squeeze him again.

“In fact, why don't I watch the rest of the lesson? It's interrogation, right? You're letting them ask you questions?”

“Yes, sir,” Sahota said in a flat voice. 

“Wonderful. Hunter?”

“Yeah?”

“Carry on.”

Hunter shook his hands loose, nervous energy bundling up in his fingers, tiny vines tangling between them like thread. Sticky and annoying. Vic wanted to watch? But what if he fucked it up? What if he wasn't good enough? 

“When's your birthday?” he asked, his tone emptier than it had been before. Sahota didn't answer, just like before. Hunter hit him, not like before. This time he was careful to aim for even, unbruised color, to pull back on the blow.

He turned back to face Vic, feet shuffling him away from the man in the chair. “That's what I've been doing, Vi—sir. Pretty much just that.” Nothing to see here, no reason to watch, to find faults.

Vic chuckled. “And this is your idea of an interrogation?”

Hunter shrugged, letting out a quiet, “guess so.” Vic couldn't blame him for being bad at it, right? He'd never done this before, so it wasn't his fault, right? All he had to go off of was movies and the bloodied remains of Rex’s discarded rivals, and at the time he was too busy hoping it would never be him dead on the cement to memorize the fucking injuries.

“Here.” His handler stood, laying a hand on his shoulder, gently guiding him so he was standing in front of Sahota again.

Silent, stony, Sahota.

“Let me help you out.” Vic pressed something into his hand. Cold metal, warmed by fingerprints. He didn't want to glance down, but it was from Vic, so he made himself look, eyes confirming the shape that he held. Brass knuckles.

A thought sped through his mind as he looked at them, wondering whether Vic just always had the weapon with him, or if he'd packed it for the occasion, if he knew this would be the outcome before he'd even stepped into the room.

“Try them on.”

Metal slipped past his fingertips to circle his knuckles, the shiny brown quickly choked out by dull green vines. Vic patted him on the shoulder.

“Looks good on you.”

Something pleasant zipped through Hunter at the words, but it felt wrong, out of place

“Go on, Hunter. Hit him again. And this time, don't hold back.” Vic squeezed his shoulder. “Let's show you what a real interrogation can look like.”

Hunter clenched his fist around the metal that enclosed them, letting it pinch the skin on the inside of his fingers. Hit him again, hit him with a weapon, hurt him, why did Vic want him to hurt him? Weren't he and Sahota partners?

“Vic…”

“What are you waiting for?” The handler leaned in, hands on his shoulders, lips on his ear. “Show me you can handle this much. Show me you belong here.”

Hunter tried to steady himself with an inhale, but the chlorine smell was choking him and the room was all dizzy from the spinning silver. He kept upright, locking his gaze on the man in the chair who sat stiff-backed. Unflinching.

He didn't want to hit him, he didn't want to hit him again, he hadn't even wanted to watch him get hit on the video two days ago but it was what Vic wanted.

The black cracks were back, branching out from the pit of Sahota's throat as they met eyes, and Hunter knew then that it wasn't hatred. It wasn't annoyance, or even jealousy.

It was fear.

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[deus-ex-mona]

when the slowburn makes the ship extra cute~~~

[solar-bean]

Ok in Ais's route I feel like Vere would react to him and MC being lovey dovey like

Vere: Ew get a room! Your sweetness is stinking up the place!!! Ugh gross!!!

But when they try to sneak in a lil makeout sesh he's like

Vere: *whistles* Oh yeah get in there!! Grab that bull by the red horns MC!!! Come on you can do better than THAT!! USE MORE TONG-

But yeah either way he's trying to tease them to oblivion🤣

[silverselfshippingchaos]

that moment when you're trying not to develop a crush on a guy but his boss theme is really good so you keep listening to it, meaning you're always thinking about him

[booksandpaperss]

Mike would actually be even more of an unreliable narrator than Will had been in s4 if we had gotten more of his perspective and only his perspective, solely because no one ever fucking tells him anything 😭

so like the chronic overthinker he is he just ends up filling in the blanks himself and being frustrated and confused