#character posts: liquid snake

[sir-yeehaw-paws]

I know he's canonically infertile, but do you think Big Boss would have kept the kids if they weren't clones, or at the very least be involved in their lives?

Hello Anon! "They're no sons of mine." "Just a bunch of cells grown in a lab?" "What they are is much sicker than that." -Big Boss and Ocelot, Truth Tapes, MGSV.

Oh man. This is one of those things I waffle on hard. Because I think the real root of BB not wanting to have anything to do with the kids is because their creation, and existence, was born of betrayal.

BB knew people were thinking about him passing his genes along. It's hinted at a little bit in MGS3, if in a sort of 'off-handed' way, but he was certainly aware people around him (like Para Medic) thought about it and had considered it.

To me, one of the key issues with the clones is that he wasn't given a chance to say 'yay' or 'nay'. Everyone just did it behind his back, because they had access to his DNA. That alone (the non-consensual aspect) is more than enough for him to reject his 'sons' completely.

And he isn't wrong to do so, in this regard. The sons themselves are innocent, but that doesn't make it easy for BB to accept them as 'his' when he wasn't given a choice, or any form of capability to consent.

There was also the timing. NOT that him being cloned against his will would ever, in any circumstance be okay, but at the time, BB was still grieving the Boss, and had been used and betrayed by the USA. I tend to keep in mind that the US using him was a betrayal for BB, because before that, he willingly followed the will of the government.

Something the Boss herself warned against.

Caps: DiamondDogs

After all that, people he considered his friends, also betray him. By this point BB must've truly felt that he can't trust anyone, and that no matter where he goes, someone out there is only going to see him as some kind of glorified tool; no matter how much he might've trusted them, or how strong their relationship was.

With all that being said, if we do remove the cloning aspect, and assume the twins to have been born the normal way (that is, the old-fashioned consensual way with Eva) would he have kept them?

I'd say it would depend on the circumstances. There's a brief period after MGS3, before The Patriots are formed where BB is working odd jobs, and just trying to find his place again. Could he ostensibly settle down and be a standard all-American family man?

Honestly, I don't really think so. I think that he knows and understands warzones the best; and that he has a level of discomfort with society that is hard to ignore. I think BB would end up finding a warzone or war-adjacent zones anyway, and that anything else just ends up being a temporary delay or temporary reprieve.

Having children would get in the way of that. (Until later, of course..we know he has Chico and children in Zanzibarland, by the time he's a full-out warlord)

Which shifts me into the secondary aspect, or a possible alternative-BB accepting his sons when they're old enough to be 'useful' to him. In this case, they'd be part of his soldiers, his men, and work under him. Obeying him the same way any of his other soldiers do; and working for the same 'end' goal.

I think he and Liquid would clash even without Liquid's ever-present desire for patricide, but I imagine he and Dave would get along to some degree, if they had aspects they could bond over. Even if that bonding only ever boils down to 'sitting side by side doing some task or another, and not saying a word' Maybe hunting together, or other things they can share.

I don't know that BB would ever see himself as a 'family man'. But I could see him accepting them as his sons if they were wanted by him to some degree. Or slowly accepting them in his life, if they were brought into the world with his consent.

There could maybe be an argument of him accepting them despite the non-con aspect, but I think it'd be more with an element of 'you're men that I respect and like, but I can't call myself your father'.

Which is..essentially what ends up happening, way at the end.

Caps: Shirrako

TL'DR: Maybe he would, but it would be a victim or a situation of circumstance, IMO. I'm open to thinking about it further and discussing it more, though.

[deadscell]

[ashenberry]

[ID in ALT]

mgs doodles of @counterfeitubiquity jomo au in which im finding out doesnt have a great explanation anywhere. i think its basically what if these insane men focused that energy towards real activities. like running a burger joint. or fifa. or whatever the hell eli does

[sillyfriendssharingablog]

fictional couples/duos that make me think about mgsV! Azedi and Eli

Pucca and Garu

Lilo and Stitch

Ponyo and Sosuke

Starfire and Robin

[wyngigi]

ꕀ LUST FOR LIFE ꕀ 03

↳ sex money feelings die remastered .ᐟ cross posted on ao3

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“ they say only the good die young, that just ain't right 'cause we're having too much fun, too much fun tonight ”

↳ synopsis: a group of individuals find that their first taste of freedom in the world brings more obstacles than expected. some of them, find solace by drowning in liquor or in the backseat of somebody else’s car. a lot of them have got to get their shit together. a lot of them won't.

mdni » story contains nsfw content intended for 18+ audiences pairings » member specific, not listed for spoiler purposes ↳󠁪󠁪 ateez x female reader, ateez x ateez ↳ genre » coming of age ↳ word count » 3.3k ↳ general warnings » substance abuse & consumption, sexual content, morally grey characters, unreliable narrators, internalised homophobia, angst, basically every struggle young adolescence can go through ↳ chapter warnings » description of sexual activity while under the influence of alcohol and drugs, mention of sexual activity being filmed (with dubious consent due to intoxication) ↳ a/n┆timeline clarification chapter one is the aftermath of the party that mg, wy, ys & san talk about going to in chapter two, and this chapter (three) is the actual party this story will contain many events that are written out of chronological order im sorry its who i am

03⌇the absolute fucking irony

College parties. Young adults burdened by the struggles of growing up with too much access to liquor and a whole lot of free will. Glass bottles litter the kitchen island, empty cans crushing under people’s shoes no matter where they step.

A certain variety of liquids have been splashed and spilt onto the floors, forming several small puddles. Every room is dimly lit, courtesy of the crappy party lights sending rays of colours out, splaying onto the crowds of people below. Columbia parties, where the music never stops blasting and the room can’t stop spinning.

Tonight is no different. You’re somewhere in there, lodged deep in the collection of sweaty intoxicated people just as fucked up with a cup in hand. Everyone rocks back and forth against each other, bass boosted music drowning out any audible voices. Some others are spread out, chatting, screaming, leaning on any available surface with their almost blacked out friends by their side.

Liquor is sloshing around in the guy’s cup in front of you, splashing onto your arm. Rolling your eyes, you turn away from him wiping your arm before downing the rest of your own cup. The songs playing blast into your ears almost deafeningly as you close your eyes, intoxication making your head spin.

You’ve been here for just over an hour, drinking, dancing, drinking some more. You’re five drinks deep now before opening your eyes to spot your friend. She’s tipsy too, talking to an equally wasted new friend of hers. That’s a lie, no talking is happening there. Definitely more than friends too. You call out her name, locking eyes with her through the crowd, shooting her a thumbs up.

Julie grins, playfully waving you off as she snakes her arms around the boy’s neck opposite to her. You can’t see his face, but you do have faith in her, she’s the picky type.

When the music changes to a slow song, you take a chance to get a breather, and a refill. Tumbling as you make your way to the kitchen you spot a familiar head of tousled brown hair. He’s on his phone, typing with one hand as he runs the other through his hair. He hasn’t spotted you yet, so you head over to the opposite side of the island shuffling through the glass bottles, making just enough noise for him to look up.

Like clockwork, he does and ushers you over with a brief tilt of his head. His teeth are on display as a sly grin plays on his lips. You give him one back, picking up an unopened bottle of Pink Whitney before you make your way over to him.

Setting your empty cup and the bottle down, you lean the side of your body into the counter to stabilise yourself. The marble is cold, pressing into your stomach yet you pay no mind to it. “Having fun?” He teases eyeing how you sway slowly, more than a little out of it. Your eyes are glazed over, and he gives you a once over before mirroring you, hip digging into the counter as he crosses his arms.

Kim Hongjoong, former pretentious rich kid turned even more pretentious angsty tortured artist. Most importantly your favorite dealer, and if it matters to anyone, an excellent fuck.

Several piercings decorate both of his ears, and a small but mighty metal ring is lodged in his lip; it shines despite the low lighting. His eyelashes are long, fanning over his bloodshot eyes. His hair is chopped roughly in the front, purposely grown out in the back. It suits him, his whole brand is that type of messy yet put together all the same. The effortless rockstar vibe if you will.

The speakers are still blaring off in the distance, but the kitchen is somewhat far enough that you only have to raise your voice a little to hear each other. “Definitely a whole lot more now,” you chide. He hums in agreement, hand finding its way to your waist as he leans behind you to grab a bottle off the shelf. The metal rings on his fingers are cold, but you lean into his touch regardless.

The proximity between you two closes in, a combination of woody and musky tones hits you, flooding your senses. It’s a mix of marijuana and, his cologne. It’s welcoming, familiar.

“You don’t look drunk enough to be here,” you poke a finger into his chest, leaning up to look at him. He shakes his head, mullet brushing against the collar of his jacket. Hongjoong’s hand leaves your waist as he moves to face the counter, twisting open the bottle as the seal pops quietly. “Night’s young, pretty,” Hongjoong jests, filling up his cup, “Don’t stress, I’ll catch up soon.” You nod, silently agreeing as you move to take his cup from his hands. He allows it, eyes never leaving yours as you take a sip from the drink. It burns a little at the start then it goes down easy. Fitting.

The liquid leaves a shine on your lips that catches the light. Hongjoong’s eyes flicker down, cursing under his breath quietly at the sight as you look up at him. Your lips always looked so enticing to him, and he can’t help but appreciate the view now. It’s also welcoming, and even more familiar.

Hongjoong maintains eye contact with you, holding up the bottle you brought over in his hands between the both of you. It’s a silent question. You scrunch your nose, accepting his offer while nudging your cup towards his direction on the counter.

You step away from each other as he refills your cup, not too far but just enough so you can continue drinking comfortably. The glass bottle clinks against the countertop when he sets it down, pushing it off to the side. You rest your forearm down to cradle your drink, feeling a warm hand creep its way on top of your empty one. His hand isn’t much bigger than yours, and you smile at the chipped polish on his pinkie. Next time the two of you meet, you’ll be sure to give it a fresh coat.

You turn your head to look back at him and find him doing the same. The music seems to fade as the two of you lock eyes before a small grin cracks out on his face, the hues of red and blue lights blend, purple cascading over his features instead. You huff out a small chuckle, breaking away from his gaze. You’re chewing on your bottom lip, eyes searching the crowd for Julie just as a new face approaches Hongjoong.

The boy glances at you momentarily, lifting his drink up to you before greeting the other opposite you. “Yo man, you got a new buyer out front.” Hongjoong nods, lips pressing into a thin line as he leans off the counter. His friend notes the hand that still hasn’t left yours, eyes gesturing between the two of you. Hongjoong winks in confirmation. When he looks back to you, he’s grabbing your wrist to pull you closer to him. Leaning in, he whispers, “Text me, yeah?”

His breath is hot, fanning on your face while his lips just barely drag over your cheek as he pulls back. It heats your whole body up even once he’s already left.

Yeosang escapes quickly from the blonde who had approached him, now entering the backyard of the house. Mingi and his new roommate haven’t arrived yet, and just as anticipated, Wooyoung’s got his tongue shoved down some girl’s throat against a wall already.

He’s nursing a cup of clear liquid that he thinks could be some form of cheap tequila, but he drinks almost anything (unlike Mingi, rich prick) so the thought is pushed aside. Unfortunately, it’s not just the drink leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

Something about tonight isn’t clicking for him, the music isn’t quite right, and no one has piqued his interest to look at more than once. This weekend is being spent similar to the many before, and he would usually hope for it to end the same as well. Let Wooyoung loose to drink to his heart’s content, make sure he’s gotten more than comfortable with someone, then find his own someone for the night. Girls and guys alike have shot him subtle smiles and flirty waves, yet none are what he’s after.

By chance, it could have something to do with seeing his roommate with an arm slung around some girl. For the sake of his sanity and to not be a total buzzkill tonight, he’s pretending that’s not the case. Making another thought get pushed to the back of his mind.

Columbia parties also aren’t his usual go-to. The parties are fun don’t get him wrong, but only later in the night. It’s when the crowds really build, and he lets loose till he can’t feel his face. He’s arrived far too early, thanks to a certain someone. He curses Wooyoung for being too eager during their pregames, Yeosang hopes and prays for his friend’s hangover tomorrow to be an absolute bitch.

He spots a group of familiar people playing spin the bottle, but he doesn’t think he’s drunk enough for that yet. Yeosang feels a buzz in his pocket, taking another gulp before reaching for his phone.

mingi: san n i 2 mins away

pls tell me u n wy aren’t wasted already

yeosang: can’t say he isn’t

im ok tho

mingi: knew it , c u soon Yeosang continues scrolling through his notifications before a much taller figure appears next to him.  He knows exactly who it is by height alone. Yeah, one hundred percent not nearly drunk enough to deal with this right now. Being drunk would also not help though. Yeosang wishes the boy was standing a little further away because he looks like a puppy right now. A really cute, really kissable drunk puppy.

His cheeks are tinged red and the tips of his ears match. Yunho grins, leaning close into the other’s face, pupils darting between his. Yeosang’s breath hitches, “Yunho, you good?” he asks, stepping backwards as quick as he can.

He nods slowly, “Mhm, doing great. What’s got you looking so down though?” Yunho singsongs, absentmindedly shuffling from foot to foot. Yeosang hums in response, “Just not feeling too great tonight.” Yunho tips his head back to finish off his drink, Adam’s apple bobbing. Hell, why does this guy have to be straight? Yeosang’s lost in thought before he hears Yunho retort, “Like what, no one to get your dick wet for you arrived yet?”

“Well, in another universe maybe!” Yeosang thinks to himself, instead he replies by shaking his head, hair covering his eyes slightly. This is not the type of conversation he wants to have with his roommate. He turns away from the boy to scan the crowds of people in front him, only to regret it when he spots the girl who was with Yunho earlier continuing to eye fuck him.

Before he has to make more small talk with him, he spots Mingi and who he assumes is San trailing behind him shuffling through the small groups in the backyard. Mingi’s eyes are wandering through the people, filtering for a familiar face.

Yeosang raises his hand up, giving a short whistle as he calls them over. Mingi was right, his new roommate is far from ugly. If his friend didn’t already have an obvious crush on the boy, Yeosang would not have been objected to having a taste of him, mostly to wash out the sour aftertaste someone’s mere presence has somehow brought him tonight.

“Yeo! ‘Sup, Yunho. This is the new roomie here,” Mingi pulls Yeosang into a side hug, patting him on the back. Yeosang raises his brows, shooting the boy a knowing look before whisper-yelling, “He is cute.” Mingi shushes him immediately as Yeosang turns back to the others. San stood further away finally steps forward towards the group. He waves to both of them, “San,” he tells them with a tightly lipped smile before looking around over each shoulder. The shy type, antsy. Cute.

Yeosang speaks up, “Hey San, did you um-” He holds up his own cup, “maybe want a drink or? Mingi’s been here before so he can take you to the kitchen, if you want.” The boy mentioned nods, “Yeah, c’mon,” going to move back towards the kitchen before San interjects, “I’ll uh, grab a drink in a bit. There’s someone I kind of need to look for first.” Mingi blinks slowly, furrowing his brows as he locks eyes with Yeosang.

San looks between the two, licking his lips as he stammers out a cue to leave.

“If you’re thirsty you can go ahead, I’ll catch up soon,” San’s voice trails off as he hurries off in another direction, leaving the three where they are. Yunho pays little mind, still dozed off with too many drinks in his system. Yeosang mouths, “You good?” towards Mingi just as he has to fling his arm out to catch his roommate who's starting to lose the ability to stand straight.

Mingi sighs, biting the inside of his cheek as he looks off into the crowd. He decides there in that moment, yes, he will in fact, be getting a drink. Yeosang catches the look of defeat in the boy’s eyes but before he can silently plead with his eyes for him to stay, Mingi is turned around already.

Yunho slings his arm around the younger’s shoulders, swaying them both to the slow song playing in the distance. He snickers to himself, shaking his head. Yeosang chews his bottom lip, “What’s so funny?” The boy shrugs, looking pointedly at Mingi disappearing into the crowd, head of black hair still peeking out above the others. “Isn’t San kind of oblivious, Mingi clearly wants to rip his clothes off.” Yeosang deadpans for a moment, the absolute fucking irony.

Seonghwa is more than a just little on edge right now. He’s just about to walk into a party that he knows he should not be at, first because he’s rostered for a shift tomorrow at the crack of dawn. Secondly, his friends are excruciatingly good at encouraging him to drink. Something he’d happily entertain even with the promise of a shitty hangover.

That was typically the case, right up until four hours ago when he knocked back the last few pills from his second script of oxy. Without counting how many to actually take.

And finally, he also kind of freaked out after actually seeing the now empty orange bottle, so he had texted his friends that he would be coming tonight after previously opting out. Not that he’s an addict or anything, but withdrawal can be a bitch, or so he’s heard. Anyways, that’s the background for why he’s standing in front of a fraternity house with some artsy alternative looking drug dealer, handing him a wad of cash.

The two of them talk for a bit, letting Seonghwa know he’ll throw in some free ecstasy just for his pretty face. The guy is pretty hot, so Seonghwa thanks him with a flirty smile as he shoves the plastic bags in his pocket.

If you aren’t too familiar with the wonderous world of opioids, specifically oxycodone, here’s the 101. Number one, only take it exactly as prescribed by a healthcare professional. Number two, never mix it with alcohol (or any other depressants for that matter).

His mind is on absolute overdrive right now, studying for exams, picking up extra shifts, he’s there early in the mornings and working closing ones too. The combination of these things are giving him a measly two to three hours of shut eye at most on the daily.

The party lights are beginning to flash in his eyes so much they’re seizure inducing and he’s ready to start drinking so every thought running in his mind just slows down. So he does. He starts slow, letting his friends fill his half empty cup of soda to the brim with vodka.

Eventually it gets to like, three quarters liquor then he decides to take a break. He’s not that irresponsible. Seonghwa knows he has to control himself. He’s also spitting complete bullshit if you couldn’t tell. Seonghwa had gone straight to shots after his solo cup had been emptied the first time. Alcohol doesn’t hit him too bad, but when the oxy does hit instead, it hits hard.

If he wasn’t so out of it, he’d probably be describing some pretty fucked sensory details right now. The party lights becoming brighter, but not hurting him anymore. The walls waving back and forth, starting to swirl. Or melt, the pills definitely kind of mess with some visual receptors if you can’t tell already.

Seonghwa lets out a small laugh as the music’s beat begins pounding in his chest. His breath staggers as the faces of the people surrounding him begin to blur and his arms and legs start to tingle a little. He’s happy, he feels okay now. Actually, wrong. It’s even better. He’s on top of the fucking world.

Whatever happened to Seonghwa from the moment his dopamine surged to the rest of the night can’t be recalled from memory now unfortunately. Fragments of his time at the party (and a personal, very private after party) however could instead be pieced together thanks to all the new photos and videos captured by his phone. It started off pretty tame, him screaming butchered versions of lyrics to songs, dancing and whatnot.

Then there’s a clip of a bathroom stall, white powdery lines on the metal toilet paper dispenser with some guy’s voice in the background. Then there was more dancing, which developed into PG-rated snippets of some form of grinding with a pretty boy who kind of reminds him of a puppy. Then as you continue to scroll you’ll find a video taken from the back camera, albeit a little shakily, of him walking down a faintly lit street hand-in-hand with who he thinks is the boy seen in the earlier videos.

They’re both extremely wasted, their words slurring as they stumble onto a familiar pathway that leads back to his dorm. (He also confirms both guys from the previous memories are the same person from his clothes and voice). It’s cute, in a way. They’re giggling and knocking into each other accidentally. The time stamps between that video, and the next few are just over ten minutes apart. The rest of the clips are short, but they paint the picture of their next encounters pretty effectively.

And that’s putting it lightly, Seonghwa basically made a fucking sex tape.

It’s lewd and provocative in every way, including anything and everything that a person could think of. Kissing, moaning, heavy breathing, broken gasps, his own high-pitched whining. The echoes of skin slapping against skin is apparent in almost all of them. The ones without it are replaced with the guy’s low, throaty groans. They were filmed by him too, pointing the back camera towards Seonghwa, who's looking up at him through a half-lidded gaze, awed expression as the boy swipes his thumb across his raw bitten lips.

The next morning, he wakes up naked to an empty bed. Once he finishes watching over everything captured in his phone, Seonghwa puts them into the hidden album in his gallery. His hangover feels like hell, so he begins scrambling around his room to find his jeans discarded to the floor from last night’s shenanigans. There’s a messy pile of clothes (including what he wore the night before, still turned inside out from what assumes to be impatience) that he has to filter through before he finally does find them.

Digging his hand into every pocket, he manages to first find the fresh bag of oxy and with more searching, the other bag too. As expected from whatever the fuck he did last night, that one is definitely pretty empty.

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[hylaversicolor]

many of him

snake eater 1 + 2 (age 20): self explanatory. military buzzcut. parade dress. scarf. with and without beret, for funsies. iconic.

portable ops (age 26): i drew him once before in this outfit but i think he was doing three piece suits throughout the latter half of the 60s and into the early 70s. and he kept the sides of his head shaved but started growing out the top part a little. i know portable ops isn’t technically canon but i think that he definitely killed the DCI to get the other half of the legacy for zero. pomade era!

les enfants terribles project (age 28): baby’s first facial hair. in my mind this was around the time he first got into drugs because the situation was so stressful and also it was the 70s.

early 9 yr gap (30s): i don’t have a specific timeframe for this but the point of this entry and the next are to juxtapose what his hair looks like when he takes care of it and what it looks like when he just lets it grow out and get awful. in my head if he were to style his hair in any of the upcoming entries it would have those swoopy wavy 70s curls just like here.

soviet invasion of afghanistan (age 35): i think this is where he first started getting Bad. he makes a few references to the invasion in the mgsv tapes and he just sounds so sick and tired of it.

1982 (age 38): i just stuck this in for my own personal enjoyment but in my mind he let his hair get so long and ratty and nasty before finally hacking it all off with kitchen shears over the sink just before mgsv. (insert post: love this character. love to see them at the lowest point in their life)

phantom pain (age 40): i think all instances of the scarf are the same one he’s had since the 60s. he takes good care of his clothing

foxhound 199X (50s): to be honest i have NO idea what ocelot was doing in the 90s. hopefully he got clean. i think it would be funny if he stopped by foxhound every so often moonlighting as like a horseback riding instructor or something. kaz would love that i’m sure

shadow moses (61): in my mind his hair is curled so beautifully in mgs1, it just is to me

stealing ray (63): i think it would be funny if liquid made him pierce his ears. i love giving him a braid when i draw mgs2 ocelot i KNOW he doesn’t have one but in my mind he does

guns of the patriots (70): no red in his outfit tragic. also i think he straightened his hair for this game. slay?

[bakawitch]

Okay, so, announcement time!

I am looking for more OCs to add to Miraculous Mortality because 1, I am running out of characters to assign parasites, and 2, this is already a pretty self-indulgent OC stuffed crossover-esc au and I feel like a few extra OCs wouldn't matter all that much at this point XD

So! If you have an OC you're interested in seeing in Miraculous Mortality, feel free to submit them!

Here are the kwamis up for grabs and a few guidelines to follow if you decide to submit an OC:

Hare of Speculation

she/her

Claimed

Kwami: Forss

Tool: playing cards

Theming: Casino

Power: Flutter Bet - The power to make deals and bets and reward the winner and punish the loser. The bets can be one-sided as long as they don't apply to others. If a bet is made between more than one consenting people, the winner will be rewarded by a prize of their choice within reason, and the loser will face a penalty chosen by the winner. The prize and the punishment are usually short-term, but if the user channels a significant amount of energy into one, it can be long term or even permanent.

Moodboard used:

Snake of Liquidation

Claimed

Kwami: Laata

she/them

Tool: gel gun

Theming: Desserts

Power: Jelly Shot - The power to generate a jelly like substance with healing properties. The jelly is safe to consume and is very elastic. It's also strong enough to hold multiple people up, depending on the surface shot out. The activation of the power is not necessary for small shots.

Moodboard used:

Mouse of Exhilaration

Claimed

Kwami: Scurra

they/them

Tool: hat

Theming: Circus

Power: Hijinks - The power to apply cartoon physics to the world. The user's body innately follows cartoon logic, and they are capable of summoning a tool from their hat depending on their preference that's able to apply cartoon physics to other people and their immediate surroundings.

Moodboard used:

Platypus of Isolation

Claimed

Kwami: Excuub

he/him

Tool: eku (wooden paddle)

Theming: Prison

Power: Oubliette - The power to trap objects and individuals in chained energy cells. The cells are inescapable, and only the user can destroy them. The user has the ability to completely control the cells.

Moodboard used:

Lice of Contagion

Claimed

Kwami: Vennen

he/it

Tool: rope dart

Theming: Computer Virus

Power: Mar - The power to infect organisms with a small parasite that lets the user see and hear from the contaminated individuals' eyes and ears. The user can activate this by piercing a target with the rope dart.

Moodboard used:

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So! If you are interested in an OC of yours being included with one of these parasites, please send me a quick bio of them! It could be just a random character you made up on the spot or a special little blorbo you wrote novels about. Obviously, credit will be given to those who don't submit anonymously. Heads up that it's first come, first served, so I'll assign kwamis to the first submissions/asks. I'll keep updating the master post here about what kwamis are still available. (Look for TBS)

What to include:

Name:

Age:

Chosen Kwami:

Hero Name:

Bio: (could be anything from nationality to likes and dislikes or tragic backstories)

Physical description and/or reference: (you could use picrew for this! Could be hero/villain form too)

You could also include whatever existing materials there are of them so I can portray them more accurately!

No familial relations to canon characters.

Also. PLEASE PLEASE let me know if you want me to give your oc immunity, because if you do, I will make sure that no serious permanent harm comes to them and that they will be alive by the end of the story. Miraculous Mortality might get a little dark, and I do not want to put someone's oc through things that make them uncomfortable!

Amd with all that out of the way, I eagerly await submissions! If non-anon askers want, I'm also open to consulting about oc and parasite claims through private messages :)

[nina245]

''Liquid Samurai but they have their own campaign'' - UPDATE 4

Almost end of the month with another monthly updated of this project and good news, this is the last updated before the final post with everything done! :D

FIRST IDEA/CONTEXT

UPDATE 1

UPDATE 2

UPDATE 3

First of all, there's only 2 key arts left to have all of them complete! + The rewards of the bosses all are clear, as 3 of them, after you beat them, they will appear in the hub and they will teach you a skill. Another one will unlock you the skin shop and the left one, will unlock an extra area, where there's an optional boss.

As for the skins, Plague, King and Specter knight have an extra skin thanks to the amiibos, and got the idea that this time, instead of getting the skin by the amiibo formula, you unlock it by defeating the final boss or like Donovan's skin, by collecting something.

As for bosses, the whole gang has their animation done, there's only 3 left. (One for the snake enchantress, one for the final boss and another one for the optional boss) + The optional boss, I imagine could be like your ''evil'' counterpart that it's hidden in the extra area for x reasons because that places shows you what you fear the most or something similar.

And for the end, I used Plague of Shadows cover, to make the cover of this campaign.

In summary, the only thing left to do are:

-Finish 2 more key arts

-Clean up the Hub areas

-3 more animations for the 3 bosses left

-2 portraits left.

-Clean up the intro.

And that's all!! I believe that for next month, everything will be done!

As for new npcs, I'm still debating to add or not, since they would be more of like background characters, and I want to add characters from the game itself that aren't only Chester and the hedgehog family.

When planning to add new npcs, I though on 2 characters, one is an oc that I made to test the mods in pocket dungeon, that her lore is ''Luan's younger sister that's also a treasure hunter'', and the other one is a personal oc that's a sea dragon and his use was being the character that it's in charge of the skins, but since there's one boss that already do that, he would be just a background character to fill the hub.

So for now, they're in a limbo hshs, once the hub is done and I put the other characters, I'll see if the will appear the hub or not.

[whump-or-whatever]

Johnny Smith Whump - The Dead Zone (2002)

Below is a list of all the whump scenes I noted in The Dead Zone TV show (2002) for the main character Johnny Smith.

Spoilers ahead!

S1E1- in a car accident and coma

S1E2- attacked with a knife, painful visions of being killed

S1E7- accidentally takes Special K, bad trip and paranoia, beaten up

S1E8- severe headaches, struggling to distinguish reality

S1E10- manhandled, tied to post

S1E12- falls down hillside, cuts leg badly

S2E1- screams in pain

S2E3- almost passes out, seizes and has nose bleed, in a fight, heart stops

S2E5- hit by a car, punched in the stomach

S2E6- vision of throat being cut, falls to his knees, punched in the face

S2E7- chloroformed, duct taped to chair, falls down the stairs, attacked with sickle

S2E13- thrown to the ground, passed out on a beach after tornado

S2E14- injects himself with infected blood, passes out

S2E17- thrown to ground, held at gunpoint

S2E18- grabbed by the throat and slammed into wall, vision of being beaten up

S3E1- bloody head wound

S3E3- vision of being on fire, bleeding from ears, severe headache, collapses, cardiac arrest, visions of past accident

S3E11- in a fight, cut on the arm

S3E12- severe headache, passes out multiple times, painful injection in neck, in distress from vision

S4E1- in hospital, in distress

S4E2- hit in the head with a gun

S4E7- strangled and hit with pipe, handcuffed

S4E9- nightmares and trouble sleeping, manhandled in vision, in hospital with arm in sling

S4E11- tased

S4E12- kicked in the shin

S5E2- punched in the face, in a car crash

S5E3- falls to bottom of dumbwaiter shaft, in a fight and beaten up

S5E4- in a fight

S5E7- punched repeatedly and falls to ground, coughing, in hospital, strangled

S5E8- bound to a chair

S5E9- falls from a height

S5E10- drink liquid that makes him pass out, kidnapped, bound and gagged, minor rope burns on hand

S6E1- panting after vision

S6E2- knocked out with a blow to the back of the head

S6E4- bit by a snake

S6E5- vision of being buried alive with head injury, panting, hit in the back of the head, actually buried alive

S6E6- in a fight, drugged

S6E7- stomach pain, fever, trouble breathing, helped to walk, passes out, severe pain, troubling visions

S6E9- being burned in a vision

S6E10- knocked out with blow to back of head, kicked to the floor

S6E11- punched, knocked to ground, pistol whipped

That’s all folks!

[eviltransswag]

Evil Trans Swag Competitor List

I'm not posting a bracket because I'm still making it and it's by hand, but here are the characters who are going to be in the tournament! The match-ups will be randomly generated and there are 64 characters. The polls will last a week. Alright enough of that here is the list (in alphabetical order bc yeah)

Thanks everyone for submissions and the voter fraud!!

Akaza (Demon Slayer)

Akechi Goro (Persona 5)

Alexis Meade (Ugly Betty)

Artemis Fowl (Artemis Fowl series)

Ashiok (Magic the Gathering)

Beatrice (Umineko: When They Cry)

Bloodraven (Tales of Dunk and Egg)

Buggy the Clown (One Piece)

Cesar (Big Top Burger)

Sir Crocodile (One Piece)

Dio Brando (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

Dr. Frank-N-Furter (Rocky Horror Picture Show)

Dr. Starline (IDW Sonic)

Dracule Mihawk (One Piece)

Edward Nygma/The Riddler (DC Comics)

Elendira (Trigun)

Envy (Full Metal Alchemist)

Ghirahim (The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword)

Giselle Gewelle (Bleach)

Goblin King Jareth (Labyrinth)

Golden-Winged Peng (LEGO Monkie Kid)

Grelle Sutcliff (Black Butler)

Grima (Fire Emblem)

Heinz Doofenshmirtz (Phineas and Ferb)

Henry Cooldown (No More Heroes)

HIM (Powerpuff Girls)

Hubert von Vestra (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Ienaga Kano (Golden Kamuy)

Infinite the Jackal (Sonic the Hedgehog series)

James (Pokemon)

Jessie (Pokemon)

Jester Karture (Fate/Strange Fake)

John Hart (Torchwood)

Joseph Bertrand III (inFAMOUS 2)

Lestat de Lioncourt (The Vampire Chronicles)

Liquid Snake/Eli (Metal Gear Solid)

Loam Arnault (Entropic Float)

Merasmus (Team Fortress 2)

Metal Sonic (Sonic the Hedgehog series)

Millions Knives (Trigun)

Moot Tarbella (Epithet Erased)

Mordred Pendragon (The Mechanisms - High Noon Over Camelot)

Mutsuki Tooru (Tokyo Ghoul)

Neferpitou (Hunter x Hunter)

Orochimaru (Naruto)

Pigma Dengar (Star Fox)

Revolver Ocelot (Metal Gear Solid series)

Scaramouche/Wanderer (Genshin Impact)

Scourge the Hedgehog (Sonic the Hedgehog series)

SCP-004-J/Stanley Nichols (SCP Foundation)

Sephiroth (Final Fantasy VII)

Serafine Savoy (Lackadaisy)

Shamura (Cult of the Lamb)

Shiromori (Mystery Skulls Animated)

Silver (Pokemon)

Suzuki Emiri (High-Rise Invasion)

Sweet Tooth (Moshi Monsters)

The Leading Light (HLVRV)

Turkey (Dorohedoro)

Tyki Mikk (D. Gray Man)

Uncle Wiley (Hatchetfield)

Vaati (The Legend of Zelda series)

Vegas Theerapanyakul (Kinnporsche: The Series)

Yoshiya "Joshua" Kiryu (The World Ends With You)

[intermet179]

Theory: Splatoon's story modes are inherently inspired by Metal Gear

WALL OF TEXT WARNING:

Point 1: Agent 3 is the equivalent of Solid Snake. -Protagonist of first game, important to the next ones -Hired by some people -Fight and destroy Weapons of Destruction (Octoweapons/Metal Gears) -Fight Final Mecha that big baddie is controlling (Metal Gear REX, Octobot King; Liquid Snake, Octavio) -Said Big Baddie is of the same bloodline (Liquid Snake, also a clone of Big Boss like Solid Snake)/Animal Group (Octavio, a cephalopod) Octavio is hence the equivalent of Liquid Snake, the Octobot King being Metal Gear REX.

Point 2: Captain Cuttlefish is the equivalent of Big Boss/Nαked Snake. -First Captain/First Snake -Presumed deαd by end of ROTM/Metal Gear saga, but: -Cuttlefish is found dehydrated/"dead" but then is revived by Captain 3's tears -Snake goes to Big Boss' grave at the end of MGS4, but then sees the alive Big Boss beside him -Cuttlefish "hires" and trains Agent 3, Big Boss trains Solid Snake in CQC combat -Cuttlefish is same species as 3, Solid Snake is clone of Big Boss

Point 3: Agent 8 is the equivalent of Raiden/Jack the Ripper -Main Game Plot involves Agent 3/Solid Snake -Born a child soldier (Jack)/Octarian Soldier (8), and finding freedom at some point in time. -Captured by someone at some point in time (Commander Tartar/Solidus Snake) who they kill at the end of their game -Had an old name (Jack, 8's pre-amnesia name is unknown), given new one by mentor character (Raiden is named so by Snake, Cuttlefish assigns Agent 8 with that title) -Fight Big Thing With Laser near/by the end of their game (NILS Statue, has Ink Laser, Metal Gear RAY [MGS2], has Hydraulic Cutter) -Will most likely not hesitate to KΙLL Tartar is hence the equivalent of Solidus Snake aka George Sears, the NILS Statue being MGS2's Metal Gear RAY.

Point 4: Return of the Mammalians is the equivalent of Metal Gear Solid 4. -Final game story-wise with their respective character groups -Characters from all around the series -ROTM would have featured Agents 4 and 8, and does feature Callie, Marie, Cuttlefish, and Octavio as major parts of the story… -…just as MGS4 involves many characters from the other Metal Gear Solid games, such as Revolver Ocelot & Liquid Snake (As Liquid Ocelot), Raiden, and Big Boss -With new characters as well (Deep Cut, MGS4's side characters) -Pilot old enemy thing to defeat big enemy -Solid Snake (with Otacon) pilots the Metal Gear REX to defeat Liquid Ocelot's Metal Gear RAY -New Agent 3 (with Octavio) pilots the Octobot King L3.Gs to defeat Mr. Grizz, the final big bad

Therefore, we can assume (as it's not out yet) that Side Order will be the equivalent of Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance -Involves major character(s) from past game, those being Off the Hook, and MGRR being Raiden's post-MGS4 spinoff story -Protagonist is presumably Agent 8, who we've established is the equivalent of Raiden. -Protagonist Octoling (8) is wearing a new outfit, as in MGR after the prologue Raiden has a new cyborg body -Will more than likely touch on some darker themes as Octo Expansion did (while all of Metal Gear is pretty dark) -What's presumed to be a new Octoshot in trailer art, like how Raiden has a new High Frequency Blade with his new cyborg body -Even though Raiden's always wielded an HF Blade, it's just a new version, like how Agent 8 has always had an Octo Shot, this is presumably a new version -Might also have to do with the Octoling themselves as there are flashback-like images in the trailer, and MGR also has Raiden question his own philosophies

[hc-svnt-dracones95]

TODAY IS THE DAY!!

Since the collab has collected 30 drawings, I am going to post here only the artworks from Tumblr users. You want the full collab? I will share the link in the end of this post!

Characters: Cloud Bluster y Smog Hemlock-Mortimer Costumes: Cigarrette and vaper User: @scratchyemporium

Characters: Liquid Snake and Bloody Tiger Franchise: Metal Gear Solid Costumes: Roger and Jessica Rabbit from the movie "Who Framed Roger Rabbit" User: @sillyfriendssharingablog

Characters: SWAT and Rod Franchise: Skibidi Toilet Costumes: Benrey and Gordon Freeman from Half Life VR but the AI is self-aware User: @synth-operator @motivated-breeze

Characters: Hal Emmerich and Lina Shirou Franchise: Metal Gear Solid Costumes: Flowers, in a Greek style User: @linashirou

Characters: Egor Serling and Self Insert Franchise: Deathloop Costumes: Vault 4 Scientist and Nuka Girl, from Fallout User: @kleiner-ghost

Character: Makos Theunissen Costume: Postal Dude from the POSTAL series User: @fr0gery

Characters: Aiken, Shawn Michaels and Freddy Franchise: WWE Costumes: Unce Fester (Aiken), Gomez (Shawn), and Cousin Itt (Freddy) (Note of the artist: They decided to do a matching thing since found family is superior imo) User: @thememeablelifeofjames

I also wanted to participate!! Characters: Kent Paul and Argie. Featuring my cat Mona Franchise: Grand Theft Auto Costumes: Siegfried & Roy, Masters of the Impossible!

Want the full version? CLICK HERE!! (totally not a virus, trust me)

[cher-rium]

Liquid fashioning Snake’s sneaking suit with his own flare.

I really enjoy Liquid as a character. I haven’t played all the games in the franchise quite yet but I’ve finished MGS1.

Here are some headcanons for if Liquid lived through Foxdie or wasn’t targeted by it in the first place:

-He honestly really reminds me of Dio Brando (another fictional fave of mine) so I think he’d have a similar relationship as Dio did with Jonathan. A burning hatred accompanied some level of respect. Maybe Liquid, after being defeated by Snake, would have some respect for him but still bicker and have a corny little rivalry. 

-Honestly, I think he’d share a lot of personality traits with Dio! Just very… not intimidating.

-Since we’re still on the topic of JOJO, I imagined him having hair closer to REO Speedwagon? Like in my head I was like “yeah Liquid has slightly wavy/curly hair” and then I looked up reference images for this drawing and i sharted a little. His hair is so FLAT. I think there should be an appropriate middle-ground where his hair is still straight but has waaayyy more volume similarly to his little PS1 model.

-Liquid seems like the type to hold grudges so I don’t think there’s going to be much forgiving besides tolerance.

-It’d be really comical if Liquid accompanied Snake and Otacon and they’re just dragging around this man-child who keeps complaining and bragging. 

-I intentionally avoided giving Liquid any of the gear that Snake has on his suit. I think Liquid would purposely try to out-do Snake at every turn, thus going into missions naked so he can brag when things go well. 

-However when things don’t go well, I think he’d be like the average Overwatch player and just blame his teammates or bad luck. I feel like he’s the kind of guy to make REALLY shitty decisions in fights just for the sake of looking/feeling cool and then getting his ass beat. 

-And then after a whooping he comes back down to earth and actually does something useful 💀 (or Snake saves him)

-I know the sneaking suit has the shirt for a reason but, bro had his tits out on shadow moses, he can withstand the cold.

-I gave him grey hairs and a few more wrinkles than he initially appeared with to account for his aging.

-I can kindaaaa see him applying black eyeliner to his waterline. I also added really long eyelashes since I think he’d slay mascara too !

-I don’t think he and Otacon would get along at all initially. My thought is that Otacon tries to introduce him to anime or Japanese media as a whole to try to find something they can both enjoy. Personally, I really see Otacon being into your typical high school or magical girl anime and Liquid would be super-turned off from it. So instead they’d watch like Cowboy Bebop, Yu Yu Hakusho, Berserk, Ghost in the Shell, AKIRA, etc. Stuff that might be appealing to some random guy.

-It’s kinda hard to speak on anything relating to Snake cuzzzz uhhhh y’know I haven’t actually played most of the games– I’m particularly referring to the one where Liquid is a kid! (WHICH im really tempted to play rn in the middle of MGS2 since I REALLY wanna see Lil Liquid). That would give a lot more context ‘cuz I’m currently learning about everything relating to the other games via fanart and discussion posts here on Tumblr 💀

-Idk maybe they can bond on shared trauma man i got no clue

-Raiden? Uh? Okay say he’s [Liquid] involved in MGS2 (or at least the start of it since I haven’t gotten very far in): I feel like Raiden would be really annoyed by Liquid. Just a crazy dumbass making things more stressful than they already are. 

-I didn’t really draw it here but I think Liquid would have downturned eyes while Snake would have upturned eyes. Idk like if I could show the facial structure in my head, Liquid’s sitting face would be really miserable looking. Snake’s would be resting furrowed and seem more intimidating.

-Don’t know much about Solidus and Liquid (for some reason the only interactions I see between them in fanart is either them being shipped together or Liquid about to violently assault the old fuck) but do you know that image of Spiderman getting dunked on by Venom??? Ok so I think that’s them 😭 As soon as Liquid knows there’s an even better clone out there he’d just have a fuckin’ temper tantrum like Muscle Man from Regular Show and make it his mission to dunk on that old man.

-I think Liquid would CONSTANTLY smell like fuckin’ sweat despite literally being shirtless 24/7

-If Liquid were in the modern day he’d smell like 72 gallons of axe body spray

-On nice occasions he would smell like 72 gallons of cologne 

-He’d be a gym bro for sure

-Carrying around protein shakes, talking about gains, and crying about how his stocks are plummeting 

-His hair is definitely a little greasy

-I honestly think he’d have trouble growing facial hair in comparison to the other clones

-I feel like he’s the kinda guy to sit in a corner of a dark room and stare at Otacon to scare the ever-loving shit out of him. 

-Also seems like the kind of guy to have trouble sleeping at night so he just roams like a FNAF animatronic. 

-Seems like the kind of guy to ask Otacon what he’s doing out of boredom and then immediately regret it and space out.

-Ok so I had a thought. I think instead of smoking like Snake and Big Boss do, I think Liquid would drink.

-Y’know the room you find Otacon in MGS1? Where you fight funny ninja robo man? Ok so I think Liquid specifically asked for Otacon to be put into there so that everytime he switches to the security cameras in that room he just laughs at his goofy ass.

-Seems like the type of guy to ask “can i put on your glasses?” and then proceed to act like he just got shot by a firing squad from how blind you are (he does this to Otacon for sure)

-I’d think that Liquid’s ego is so inflated that he’d lack bitchess due to the “I’m too good for them” mentality 

-Upon seeing Ocelot I’d like to think that Liquid would bitch-slap him.

-Seems like the kind of fella to enjoy a meal consisting of dinosaur chicken nuggets, crinkle-cut fries, and mac n’ cheese.

Alright that’s enough headcanons goo-bye.

[umbry-fic]

Temptation

Summary: She tastes blood between her teeth.

Fandom: Arcaea Characters: Saya, Lethe Relationships: Saya/Lethe Rating: T Word Count: 917 Mirror Link: AO3 Original Post Date: 06/08/2024

Notes+Warnings: Just a little altering of Absolute Nihil's ending. Therefore, spoilers!

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A storm raged with a spiteful temper, a biting wind whipping around the makeshift battle arena that had formed from rubble scattered across the ground, created from the vicious strikes exchanged between Saya and Lethe. The two of them stood at a standstill as lightning rended the sky in half, both panting from the exertion of their battle. Countless blows had been thrown out and blocked, all aiming to kill as the two of them relentlessly defended their own collection of glass shards - hers arranged neatly but vibrating with pent-up anticipation, and Lethe’s placid yet coiled with pent-up energy. A representation of the ideals they clung to desperately, refusing to give them up. Doing so would mean admitting that all they had done had been in vain - that there had been no hope from the very beginning.

Lethe raised her massive scythe easily, lunging forward with a speed that was beginning to wane. While her mouth was arranged in the same scowl she’d been wearing the entire time, the light in her eyes was dim. Even if she refused to admit it to herself, she must have also realised. That all of this was meaningless.

The sudden realisation left her exhausted, all the energy draining from her at once as the air left her lungs in a sigh. There was no purpose in fighting a battle with no end over a matter that had long since stopped mattering. There would be no winner here, regardless of who clinched victory.

Saya’s hand dropped, the shards she’d been shaping into a spear losing shape. Closing her eyes, she was glad that Vita was out of sight. Perhaps she had already run far, far away, frightened by the raging heavens and the mere thought of violence - Saya could still recall how she had trembled. She hoped that was the case. She should not have to witness this.

Her back hit the ground with a painful thud, pain flaring like a supernova in her side as Lethe’s scythe dug deep into her flesh. Coughing, hyper-aware of red liquid snaking between her teeth, she opened her eyes once more, smirking weakly as a single shard of glass burrowed into Lethe’s arm. One final, petty act.

Lethe stared down at her, face having gone utterly blank, the righteous anger wiped clean. She did not move - didn’t remove her axe, didn’t even flinch as the glass shard embedded itself in her skin, blood beginning to trickle down from the wound, splattering onto the already soaked ground.

“Why?” she asked.

The question was the first words that had been spoken since the battle began, shattering an unspoken agreement of silence that had been made knowing that words would have no effect - nothing said could sway either of them from the decisions they had made.

It was a question she did not have the answer to.

Reaching up with trembling fingers, she cupped the other woman’s cheek, marvelling at how warm she still was, even as the cold raindrops formed an ironic halo around her horns. Rivulets of water ran past her fingers, making her numb fingertips sting.

Why?

She didn’t have an answer. Perhaps she had just been greedy - had been greedy all along. Wanted to grasp all of the memories she could find and build a perfect world so that she no longer needed to be alone, no longer needed to be hurt. So that she would no longer be a failure, unable to protect anything precious to her.

She didn’t know who moved first. Perhaps they both did, desperate for any bit of contact, for warmth in this biting chill, for another person -

Lethe’s lips were warm against her own, and they tasted of the rain. Her side burned and burned as the scythe dug its way deeper, and she wanted as she pushed back, her hand forcing the tiny, innocent glass shard further into Lethe’s flesh.

There was hysterical laughter building in her throat, warmth finally touching her skin from the blood pooling and pooling, the acrid tang of iron overpowering the petrichor.

“How wonderful!” Deafening applause cut through the tension, breaking them apart. Swallowing iron, she sagged against the ground, refusing to drop her head even as she struggled against the darkness pulsing at the edge of her vision.

“It appears I was too late to stop this battle, but not too late to witness the climax, hm?” A new woman stood before them both, seemingly having appeared out of nowhere. The raindrops didn’t touch her - somehow, time had frozen around her in a small bubble, the world’s progress stopped in its tracks by sheer force of will. A strange light twinkled in her eyes, a smile that seemed to suck the oxygen from the air playing on her lips.

A woman who was bending the laws of this world to her whims and playing with its boundaries like they were nothing? There was only one conclusion Saya could come to about who she was. The one responsible for the recent strange happenings, who was slowly but surely ripping the very fabric of this world apart, uncaring of the apocalypse she would surely cause.

Lethe’s eyes narrowed, her fingers tightening around the handle of her scythe, before she wrenched it free in one fluid motion. Biting her lip hard, Saya barely contained a scream of agony, shoving it far down where it would not be heard.

“Now then.” The woman clapped her hands, delighted. “It’s not nice to meet you, girls.”

[yellow4k]

Okay coming off of anon cause I'm so curious about the mgs/hermitcraft crossover, can you share the sketches or maybe just your ideas if you want 👉👈

i mean, I didn't actually think much but I went to a cafe and ordered a donut and thought about it, so my idea was just place characters in place of others, so the list I got is from mg2 - mgs4

Martyn little wood → solid snake

Mumbo jumbo → otacon

Meryl → Jimmy solidarity

Grian → liquid snake

Scott? Or Cleo (idk I forgot abt wolf) → sniper wolf

And since in the original story, liquid was disguising as master miller, grian here would be disguising as ren, and at the moment I think for some reason doc goes well in the role of big boss, ngl i don't actually have anything clear, and about the sketches, I'm out rn XD but idk maybe I'll post them here later

CORRECTION: since ocelot and bb are closer, I think it fits better to ren for being ocelot, and also cos yk, rendog and revolver ocelot, they both have animal inspired names

[zealouswerewolfcollector]

Purification

Character study results are in. Initial thesis confirmed: Thingol is a monsterfucker.

Uh, yeah. I've de-anoned on Ao3. Might as well post this on tumblr.

Maedhros/Thingol, 1160 words, E

Warnings: some blood

On Ao3

Several thoughts pass through Elu Thingol's mind when he throws his head back on the throne. At first he is awed as always before the beauty of Menegroth, taking in its high ceilings that shimmer as the sky above Cuiviénen did in the early days of the Quendi. Then he decides that the throne could use some padding for the neck and back exactly for situations such as this. And lastly, it occurs to him that Maedhros Fëanorion's cock feels quite different from Melian's.

"Do I bore you, Your Grace?" the Fëanorion asks, fixing Elu with his bright gaze - Finwë's gaze, his scarred lips twisted in a smile, which would seem innocent enough if Elu couldn't see through him.

Before Elu can spit back something acerbic, Maedhros changes the angle of his thrusts, and Elu's retort is stuck in his throat, buried under a moan that finds its way out as Elu twists and hits his head against his throne again. 

Pain sparks behind his eyes. The star-studded ceiling blurs, its crisp beauty marred by the sheen of Elu's lust. His cock twitches, clear beads dropping on his skin like the Falathrim-gifted pearls that are scattered now on the ground.

"I thought not," Maedhros says, self-satisfied. 

Elu yanks at his hair to wipe that smug smirk off his face. It's not as pleasurable when the hair is so unnaturally short. Maedhros grins, showing sharp, gleaming canines - fangs dripping with the venom of his smile. After Elu's tender treatment, Maedhros's hair curls in all directions like snakes crawling out of a cracked egg. 

He is an interesting type of beast, Maedhros Fëanorion. Wild. Untamed by years of captivity yet changed by them, reforged, made something other than an elf. 

He doesn't fuck like an elf either. It is not about the blood his sharp teeth draw from Elu's neck, nor about the way his short nails split his skin open. It is not even about the rough scars on his cock that Elu feels scraping against his insides in pain-pleasure that grips him at his core and shakes him like a beast with its prey between its jaws. 

No, it is something within Maedhros that makes him different. Something rotten, something born of decay. 

Olwë's grandchildren spoke of him in whispers reserved for secrets better hidden and forgotten about. He burns, they said. Elu cautioned them against trusting their cousin, told them of thralls who escaped from Angband but were never freed. They assured him that Maedhros was not enthralled but changed. Like a fell Maia, they said of him, and something stirred within Elu.

"Always so curious," Melian said, indulgent. "Invite your beast to us and let him satisfy your curiosity."

Maedhros doesn't fuck like Melian. After lying with her, Elu is purified. No matter how gentle or how violent they are in bed, a part of her essence still permeates his fëa, and for a moment, he contains the vastness of Eä within himself, he connects with it in a way not reservrd for the Quendi. He is made different. He is made greater.

The white flames in Maedhros's gaze aren't purifying. They will engulf everything on their way and turn them into dark ashes. And when nothing else remains, they will set Maedhros himself ablaze. Elu drowns in the liquid smoke of his gaze, struggles for breath in the fiery dome of his arms. 

"Is she watching?" Maedhros asks. "Your queen."

"Would it please you?" Elu asks in his turn. "Someone as great and pure as she is to watch you at your most depraved."

"It matters not to me. She is not the one I have taken an interest in. But I believe it would please you."

Maedhros's claw leaves bright red stripes on Elu's pale thigh as he pushes his knees farther up until they hit the back of the throne, until Elu is bent in half, long legs dangling over the armrests. 

Elu's cock jumps. Something like a sob makes its way out of his throat. He can see Maedhros's hardness moving, sliding out of him smoothly, then disappearing inside him with violence with which wild beasts rut. He shudders as the cloying, sick pleasure builds and builds in his gut.

"You will have to forgive me, Your Grace," Maedhros says, "seeing as I have one hand only, you must attend to your pleasure yourself. Or perhaps the King wishes to have his release without a helping hand."

At worst, it is banter, but Elu hears the sneering behind the words. Mocking, always mocking, hiding his barbs under a polite veneer. Such is the way of Maedhros Fëanorion. Much he has learned from the Deciever. 

He knew what Elu wanted from the moment their eyes met. Elu didn't have to tell him to stay after the feast. Maedhros waited until every last person had left the hall and approached the throne with slow but steady steps.

He bowed slightly, but the smile that pulled at the scars on his unlovely face didn't change. Elu beckoned him to come closer. Maedhros rose until he was face to face with Elu on his high throne.

"At your service, Your Grace," he said.

Elu raised a hand and slid his fingers across the hideous scar that split Maedhros's face in half. He didn't bother to stop his lips from curling in disgust. 

In response, Maedhros stroked the lines of pearls adorning Eru's throat and pulled them carelessly together with Elu's robe. The delicate cloth tore, and the pearls clattered in a mournful song.

Maedhros didn't stop smiling.

"What shall it be, Your Grace?" he asks, still smiling.

Elu digs his heels into the Fëanorion's uneven shoulders and sees with satisfaction how he winces in pain. He has hung from the Thangorodrim for so long that his body is alien to the Quendi now. A grotesque thing, not an orc, not an elf, nor something in-between. 

Elu pushes Maedhros closer, deeper inside himself. They both gasp at the same time. Maedhros moves - faster, faster, faster. No elf can move like that. No elf can feel like this. Elu is close, so close. The sounds spilling from his lips are incomprehensible, but Maedhros understands.

He raises his only hand and slashes Elu across the face, knife-sharp - a deep gash to match Maedhros's scar.

Elu screams and comes, white pearls replacing the Falathrim ones on his neck. 

Blood drips from the cut. It will not scar like Maedhros's because Elu is not like him. His slowly licks a drop of blood, his tongue painting his lips scarlet. Maedhros fills him.

He steps back a moment later, looks at Elu sprawled on his throne, reaches out and adjusts the crown that was askew. Then he curtly bows and leaves the hall.

Elu closes his eyes, lets the blood drip and mix with his release.

In a moment, he will seek out Melian, so that she purifies him. But for now, he stays.