#debating shading this but i just wanted to use the straight colors and i didnt wanna figure it out

[somewhat-stressed]

drew myself using the easiest pallette in the bad color pallette thing (Him.) please look at my lines they are good

[sergeant-donny-donowitz]

Straitjacket Love (HugoxReader)

Requested by @cass-danvers

@owba-chan @war-obsessed @inglourious-imagines @tealaquinn @struggling-bee

Let me know if you wanna be added to the basterds or OUATIH taglists :)

Note: (p/n) just means your pronouns :)

The nazis considered Sergeant Hugo Stiglitz was considered a traitor.

The basterds considered him an asset. A talent. And Aldo had an eye for talent, which he prided himself on. Hugo agreed to go pro in the nazi killin' business with them...however, it was clear to him he wasn't the only talent locked away in that prison. He led the basterds to another cell,  in a damp, forgotten corridor, beneath the prison, furthest from the light of day, and witness the the horrors closest to hell. Hugo smiled softly as he walked to the last cell on the left, and thought with a sigh as he saw the long shadow cast into the corridor. "Right were I left you." There, by the cool dim light of the scattered lanterns in the hall, the basterds saw a figure slumped in the corner of the cell, shrouded with the heaviness of hoplessness. Withdrawal of vengeance.... An unsatisfied bloodlust. But a justified one. The basterds had heard of you... The bits and pieces of what was known about you were fragmented, and scattered in the four winds: Rumors running down the front lines. A fiend, bloodthirsty, and seeking vengeance, emerged straight from the depths of hell, just to drag nazis back down with you. You were a spectre belonging to the depth of the guiltiest unconscious.

You were nothing but a ghost story, a myth meant to keep nazi ensigns shaking in their boot... Though...the nazis found with their throats ripped out, and heart and eyeballs missing were then left unexplained. And the stories were hushed. Any trace of you vanished, like the smoke of an extinguished candle.

You didn't exist to the basterds until that moment... You were a nightmarish nemesis of the nazi regime known to few as a reality, and to all as “The Cannibal.” But as of that moment, you were very real. So real, that having felt a presence at the cell door, you looked up. So real, that you were in a muzzle. So real, that you were wrapped in a straitjacket. So real, that it made Smitty uneasy. "Did...Did (p/n)  really eat those nazis' hearts...?"

Omar held his gun between his two hands so tightly, it was shaking, along with his voice, "And...and their throats..." Donny looked into te cell intently, trying to make your face out... He spoke reverently, "I heard some of them got their eyes gouged out..." Hirschberg nodded slowly, and whispered, as he clutched his unsettled stomach, "Never found the eyes neither..." Aldo understood that Hugo wanted you to come along. But he also understood the stories could have been blown out of proportion. And he only wanted the best and most talented in his team. "Hugo? Did (P/n) really do that?" Hugo spoke for the first time to them, unexpectedly. "I...I'm not sure." He stepped up to the cell, and wrapped his hands around the bars slowly, as he looked right at you. You raised your eyes towards his. Misty with the agony from months of isolation, desolation, and torture... The moment your eyes met his, yours seemed to reflecet the calmness of the black ocean at midnight. Still, there was something hidden, an untold story. A truth behind the feared and revered legend. Something lurking beneath the surface. words at the tip of your muzzled tongue, signs behind the restrictive straitjacket, like an unnamed creature hidden in the deepest unknown depths of ocean. And somehow...still completely human. It was the same humanity Hugo had seen in your eyes the last time he saw you... Just like the very first time. *********** His back had been torn with whips the day he was detained... They threw him into a cell. His bloodied back slamming against the dirty, cool cement ground. The nazis mocked and laughed at the bloody, beaten, broken traitor. One of them cackled, and gestured to you, Hugo's cellmate. "Maybe your cellmate will kill you before us. Gruesome, but effective." Hugo grunted, trying to pull himself together as he heard the nazis laughs echoing down the halls as they left. He caught his breath, and looked to the corner of the cell. There he saw a figure bent unnaturally in the corner, sitting  on the ground. You wore an inmates uniform. You'd been there a while, and the nazis planned to keep you there for the rest of your gruesome, tortured life... You were covered in blood...Whose blood, was up for debate. Your knees were pulled up to your chest. Your arms wrapped around your legs, and your head rested against your knees. You'd hardly looked up at him. And it made him uneasy... He felt like he was in an old silent horror film. It made him feel that uneasiness that an old radio show could make you feel. Just that static between strings of haunted words...the tension building from nothing. Not a word was spoken. Not that night.

Neither of you moved. 

Neither of you even breathed loud enough for the other to hear. The next day, Hugo was dragged out before the sun trailed into the sky. When the nazis threw him back in jail, he was weak from bloodloss, pain, and hopelessness. He resigned, as he took long, slow breaths, staring up at the gloomy, grey cement ceiling...waiting for sleep to take him to the next day. Instead, he was startled, and saw a face hovering over his... He jumped a little, and it hurt... It was the first time he'd actually seen your face. He didn't notice you leave your corner. You were still in the same pace when he was dragged away that morning, and somehow that scared him more than his impending beating. Not many things scared Hugo Stiglitz, but a part of him thought you might have been dead. There was his confirmation that you weren't... Maybe it was a bit much, but at least there was that consolation... He narrowed his eyes a little. It was dark in the cell, so he tried to distinguish the details of your face... Elegant, charming features... Just what you'd expect from a serial killer that you'd never expect. Your lips formed a soft, warm curving smile...Something you'd never expect from a killer like you. Your eyes were especially not what he'd expect from "The Cannibal." They were perhaps the rarest shade of (eye color) he'd ever seen. Something only an artist's rendition of the sunset could even begin to imagine. Your eyebrows furrowed slightly, showing genuine concern. Your eyes were tense, intense, and intent, focused soley on him. They seemed consumed with curiosity... A primal force driving behind them. A promethean fire of humanity... Something that was even rarer and more beautiful than the color of your eyes: Compassion. Something Hugo had never been shown before. Your voice was soft, almost soothing, yet inherently unsettling... As soothing as a cannibal in a nazi prison could be, if it meant anything...though...he liked it. And that unsettled him even more.  You counted down reassuringly, "Eins zwei drei." And pulled him gently over your lap, as you examined him, trying to figure out how deep the damage was. Your brief handling was the closest thing that Sergeant Hugo Stiglitz had ever felt to a hug in his life. He didn't exactly come from a warm family. He never knew a loving mother. He never saw his father, unless he was drunk and angry. And his brother was a high ranking SS officer. He never had a friend to call his own or a place to really call his home. He didn't expect he ever would. So what was he afraid of? He mumbled as blood dripped down his nose, "Willst du mir das Herz rausreißen oder was?" “You gonna rip my heart out, or what?” You sighed, rolled your eyes, and responded a bit irritated, "Du bist kein nazi." “You're not  a nazi.” He looked up at you, dumbfounded. Then he flinched a little when you poured your water ration over his wounds. It wasn't much, but it was all you had, and it was enough... He looked up to you, and you smiled kindly as you could... The world had not been kind to you either, but you learned and tried.  "War's not done, and neither are you..." And just like that, Hugo's life turned upside down. He had something to care for again, something to hope for...even if it was useless... From then on, you took care of each other... You were both dead to the world....and frankly, it was hard to remember there was a world outside of that prison sometimes... Out of the two of you, you were the most talkative...And that was saying something. A month or so passed. The most you heard from Hugo was a grumble of acknowledgment, or an incoherent mumble. From the time he asked about his heart being ripped out, he hadn't said anything else... One day, you were sitting side by side. Your backs were pressed against a cold, brick wall. The eternal cool, blue,  dim light falllig over both of you... You were silent, didn't say a word. That was odd... But Hugo tried to ignore it. His mind was plagued with what ifs... What did they do to take the few words you had from you? What did they do to you? The only thing to interrupt his thoughts were his words. And he had no control over them... "Hast du es getan?" “Did you do it?” He stared out through the bars into the hall. You turned to him, but didn't say anything. Not until he finally looked at you. He saw your lips curve into a tight, devilish smirk. His eyes widened, though he didnt even bother to move when you pressed your lips against his neck. Your warm breath against his skin, then the graze of your teeth. His heart raced... Whether it was fear or...something else... he couldn't quite tell. But you could. You grinned up at him, your arms wrapped around his neck. You lifted his chin with your finger, as you teased, "Was denkst du, meine Liebe?" "What do you think, my love?"

He raised his eyebrow in thought for a moment...arriving at no clear conclusion. He couldn't help but chuckle a little, and smirk. For once in his life, Hugo wasn't sure about something. And he was fine with that... Somehow not knowing, and being in the arms of an enigma brought him a sense of peace. Though anyone else would have been scared shitless to be in his place. Roughly thirty seconds.... The only thirty seconds in his life that Hugo could say he felt happy... And his time was up the moment one of the guards spoke through the darkness. "Making friends with the animals now, are you, Stiglitz?" Hugo scowled. The guards tore you away from him. And that was the last he ever saw of you...he heard you, though, for a few more hours. The guards intentionally tortured you close enough so that it would psychologically torture him... And then there was nothing...

Hugo was taken to a cell above ground.

He waited... nights and days, days and weeks passed in the blink of a sleepless eye... It was over... He was finally going to be publicly made an example of... The war may not have been over, but his time was up. He would be executed publicly as a traitor and left to rot like an animal... There was a chance that the reason he never saw you again was because you had been executed that night you were taken away...A part of him feared that was the reason the screaming stopped. Somehow, knowing that he was going out the same way brought him an eerie and crude sense of closure. And yet, he wasn't sure what to believe in anymore. He hadn't been sure of anything since you were taken from him. So there he sat, in his cell, smoking one last cigarette, waiting for the rays of dawn and death to shine through, hoping maybe then he'd see you again... He shook his head at himself... Maybe that wasn't it at all... Maybe... "Sergeant Hugo Stiglitz?" Hugo noted the odd accent, but nodded slightly. The man nodded back, "Lieutenant Aldo Raine. These are the basterds. You ever heard of us?" Hugo nodded. Who hadn't? He'd never admit it, but he admired them like a kid admired heroes in comic books.

 And yet, there was someone he admired more than that. He found a familiar figure slumping in the corner of a subterranean cell, shaded by dim blue light. Bloodied, beaten, and forgotten. 

Black and blue bruises barely visible, but highlighted by the violent pale light. Muzzled like a rabid dog. Tied down in a straitjacket like a maniac. Hidden away, beneath layers of screams and desolation, like a hidden, abandoned asylum. The basterds standing behind Hugo were uneasy, the stories about you alone were enough to spook even the most hardened soldier, even if you were on their side. "Friend of yours, Stiglitz?" Donny chuckled a little, hiding his uncertainty, a natural coping mechanism. Hugo remained silent as he kept his hands around the bars, still looking at you. ‘Friend’ wasn't exactly the right word to describe you... But what was? He nodded. And he spoke through the cell door, explaining it all to you as simply as only he could. "Das sind die Basterds." ”These are the Basterds.” You nodded once, slowly, like a decrepit madman. A devilish shine flashed through your ruthless eyes. Aldo offered you a place with them. With Hugo... But first, they wanted to know if you really did it. You looked back up at them. The muzzle hid half of your face, and silenced your eerily charming ways. However nothing could hide your constant air of grandiose mystery. You need only look at them with those eyes. They had their answer. Aldo smirked a little. A slave to appearances, having an impossibly real myth on his team would do the basterds wonders... And keep the nazis like sleepless zombies, running from their guilt and frantically trying to hide the blood on their hands. Aldo nodded to the basterds, who opened the cell door for you. You remained still, a flicker of fear an uncertainty flashed through your impossibly and unexpectedly human eyes, which Hugo recognized. He freed you from your custom-made straitjacket and your mandated muzzle, and spoke softly, "Krieg ist nicht vorbei und du auch nicht ..." "War's not done, and neither are you..." He held his hand out, smiling in a way he only ever did around you. You smiled back... Hugo was once again at ease, now that he had you back by his side. Now that he could get back at killing nazis... And seeing that you were on the basterds' side made it a little more pleasant.

He chuckled at himself, knowing you'd never rip his heart out... Gruesome as the thought was, you already had his heart.

And that snarky grin and wink you gave him as you escaped the prison and took his hand let him know you knew it too.

[cosaimai]

Actually, 1-170, game 😝

why do you subject me to this torture lmao 

but imma do it regardless (leaving out all the ones i’ve already answered ofc)

3: Do you have a favorite clothing style?

Goth of course

4: What was your favorite video game growing up?

hmm i didnt play many video games when i was super young so prob bioshock infinite

5: What three things/people do you think of most each day:

my best friend (@lauren-pc), my fictional crushes… (lets not judge me alright, i dont have a life), does the ocean count?

8: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic]

melancholic 

9: Are you ticklish?

yes

10: Are you allergic to anything?

lavender

11: What’s your sexuality?

asexual (homoromantic)

12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa?

tea

13: Are you a cat or dog person?

hmm prob dog bc even tho cats are adorable their fur tends to bother me since it sheds a lot more easily (which is why i love hairless cats)

18: How much do you weigh? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!]

I havent checked in a while since I don’t own a scale, but I think around 91-95lbs

19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits?

yes

21: Are you religious?

nope lol

22: Pet peeves?

smacking, chewing w your mouth open, not using a coaster

23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]?

nocturnal !!

24: Favorite constellation?

hmmm prob Ursa Major

25: Favorite star?

Deneb or maybe Beta Draconis

26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls?

I am scared of all dolls, so, no

27: Any phobias or fears?

spiders & most bugs, also more specifically, dying in a sinking car

28: Do you think global warming is real?

ye

31: Do you get scared easily?

nope

32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime?

six i think

33: Blog rate? [You’ll rate the blog of the one who’s asking.]

11/10 :)

34: What is a color that calms you?

ocean blue ♥

35: Where would you like to travel and/or live?

in Washington state, preferably close to the coast

36: Where were you born?

texas

38: Introvert or extrovert?

extreme introvert

39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs?

ehh, they’re interesting and i do think you can apply them to people, so maybe ig

40: Hugs or kisses?

ughh i guess hugs

41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now?

my best friend

42: Who is someone you love deeply?

again, my best friend

43: Any piercings you want?

spider bites (which i’m getting soon !!), daith, conch, maybe an industrial, maybe a nostril piercing 

44: Do you like tattoos and piercings?

if you can’t tell, yes lol

45: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so?

I don’t, the closest I’ve come is vaping bc my friend’s step brother & his friend wanted me to try his vape

48: A sound you really love?

heavy rain/thunderstorms

49: Can you do a backflip?

um lmao no

50: Can you do the splits?

I think I still have my right splits, not my left or middle tho

51: Favorite actor and/or actress?

i guess I’d have to say Jake Gyllenhaal tho

53: How are you feeling right now?

i am tired

54: What color would you like your hair to be right now?

probably red or black, idk

55: When did you feel happiest?

probably last year, almost anytime during history class

56: Something that calms you down?

ASMR videos

57: Have any mental disorders? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!]

none that are prof-dxed

58: What does your URL mean?

 oh i’ve told this tale many times on this blog, but to tell it once again: I used to go by the name Mai, and I used to be obsessed with space so cosmic+mai=mai and for some reason i made it cosaimai so basically cosmic mai mai

59: What three words describe you the most?

quiet, jaded, eccentric 

60: Do you believe in evolution?

yeah, i guess so

61: What makes you unfollow a blog?

if the content is really my thing or the person running it is transphobic/homophobic/etc. 

64: Favorite animal(s):

BATS ♥♥♥

66: Favorite emoticon:

c:

67: Favorite meme:

i can’t choose just one, i mean, pretty much any meme @lauren-pc sends me is pretty high quality

68: What is your MBTI personality type?

INTP

69: What is your star sign?

Aries

70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog?

I have two dogs and no

71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most?

uhhh probably my new killstar bittersweet babydoll dress

72: Post a selfie or two?

i posted two yesterday sooooo….

73: Do you have platform shoes?

i do !!

74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself?

i can cross both my eyes, as well as cross just one at a time

75: Can you do a front flip?

nope, i wish

76: Do you like birds?

ehh, they’re alright 

77: Do you like to swim?

not really

78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you?

i do not like either, but i guess swimming

79: Something you wish didn’t exist:

Donald Trump

80: Some thing you wish did exist:

Can I say Starfleet?? bc i’m gonna say Starfleet

81: Piercings you have?

none :’(

82: Something you really enjoy doing:

sleeping

83: Favorite person to talk to:

@lauren-pc

84: What was your first impression of Tumblr?

that it was extremely boring, and here i am almost 5 years later

85: How many followers do you have?

364

86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes?

hell no

87: Do your socks always match?

yes, i actually specifically wear all black socks for this reason

88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely?

ye

89: What are your birthstones?

diamond is the only one i know

90: If you were an animal, which one would you be?

a bat :)

91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be?

hmmm…. this is difficult but probably like Cranesbill Geranium or smth

92: A store you hate?

Ross

93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day?

none, coffee makes me sick :/

94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds?

read minds

95: Do you like to wear camo?

no

96: Winter or summer?

winter i guess

97: How long can you hold your breath for?

I have no clue, but probably less than 30 secs

98: Least favorite person?

well out of the people i know personally, probably my friends boyfriend

99: Someone you look up to:

oh gosh, i have no clue

100: A store you love?

if online stores count, definitely Killstar

101: Favorite type of shoes

tbh flipflops bc I’m lazy

102: Where do you live?

Texas

103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why?

no, i wish i had the will to be a vegetarian 

104: What is your favorite mineral or gem?

aura quartz 

105: Do you drink milk?

Yes, milk is great tho my mild lactose intolerance disagrees with this fact

106: Do you like bugs?

no

107: Do you like spiders?

especially no

108: Something you get paranoid about?

usually bugs crawling on me while i sleep, or someone breaking into my house while i sleep

109: Can you draw:

i can, debatable whether it’s good or not tho

110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked?

no one tends to ask me very nosy questions

111: A question you hate being asked?

i’m open to pretty much any questions, but i guess i hate boring ones, none in specific come to mind

112: Ever been bitten by a spider?

I might have been, I didn’t know whether it was a spider bite for sure or not

113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach?

yes

114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days?

cloudy

115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now:

no one actually, I’m in a very touch averse mood

116: Favorite cloud type:

cirroctratus 

117: What color do you wish the sky was?

dusty pink or a darker shade of blue

118: Do you have freckles?

nah

119: Favorite thing about a person:

i don’t quite get what exactly this is asking but i guess appearance-wise, hands

120: Fruits or vegetables?

fruits

121: Something you want to do right now:

go to a lake or beach

122: Is the ocean or sky prettier?

ocean

123: Sweet or sour foods?

sweet

124: Bright or dim lights?

dim

125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature?

not really, unless you count aliens 

126: Something you hate about Tumblr:

all the drama

127: Something you love about Tumblr:

it’s easy to find content i enjoy

128: What do you think about the least?

i guess politics ?? i have no clue

129: What would you want written on your tombstone?

“NOW AS DEAD OUTSIDE AS SHE WAS INSIDE”

130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now?

No one comes to mind, except perhaps Donald Trump

131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself?

my weirdness, it’s interesting but usually deters people

132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures?

no, i hate my teeth

133: Computer or TV?

TV I suppose

134: Do you like roller coasters?

nope

135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness?

not usually

136: Are your ears lobed or attached?

attached

137: Do you believe in karma?

no 

138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are?

4/10

139: What nicknames do you have/have had?

Ry, Cosai-chan, Cosai, Mai, Rave (idk how many of those count but there ya go)

140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends?

no

141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink?

nope

142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others?

uhhh…. i’ve been called a bad influence so i guess i am

143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help?

receiving 

144: What makes you angry

people who don’t listen/don’t think i know what i’m talking about

145: How many languages do you speak fluently?

just english, though i could probably manage a conversation with my poor knowledge of french

146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries?

girls & nb people

147: Are you androgynous?

i wish

148: Favorite physical thing about yourself:

eyes 

149: Favorite thing about your personality:

resilience 

151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose?

The 80s for sure

152: Do you like BuzzFeed?

kinda

154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons?

no

155: Do you like to play with others’ hair?

sometimes

156: What embarrasses you?

almost everything i do when I’m around people bc for some reason i can’t help but think i mess up everything i do

157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious:

being around people

159: How many people are you following?

709

160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)?

11, 604 on this one; 288 on my gore blog; 848 on my bpd blog

161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)?

29; 1; 0

162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)?

7, 244

163: Last time you cried and why:

i don’t remember

164: Do you have long or short hair?

it’s kinda in between, i guess you could say long

165: Longest your hair has ever been:

a few inches above my waist

166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religon?

i dislike it because it’s boring and kinda pointless for the most part, but to each their own

167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created?

occasionally 

168: Do you like to wear makeup?

not really

169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds?

nope

170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully?

yes

[shapeshifting-arch-mage]

5/15/2019

...I knew it. I knew there was someone else here with us! As our paws continue groping at the nonexistent head vise, we look up... and begin shuddering uncontrollably when we see who it is. Of course, he's not actually anyone we recognize, but in our mushroom-induced stupor, we mistake him for someone we do. Or, someone I do, at least.

"n... n-n-n-nonono... nonono... no, please... no, im s-sorry..." We mutter as we stare him in the face, our eyes somehow looking both spaced-out and fearful at the same time, "i-i didnt mean to run away, im sorry, im sorry, im sorry...!!" We then squeeze our eyes shut and resume grabbing at the air around our head.

[Kaneis] Oh dear this was such a wonderful reaction. It really was rather like waving a piece of bacon in front of a dog's nose. How could he just ignore it? "Kehkekekeke, Are you sorry? I don't know. You don't look very sorry," he purred walking closer to them. "I don't like it when someone runs from me." He had no idea who this person was and clearly they thought he was someone else, but that didn't bother him in the slightest. It was rather wonderful actually.

[Rave Witch Temmie] Of course... the giant head vise is his way of punishing us for snapping out of his mind control earlier. "im sorry! im sorry!!1" We whine, "i didnt no youd be mad at me!1!1! IM SORRYYYYYY!1!!!1!"

Why is he here. Why did he come find us. Why did he have to follow us here?!? Why is everything purple?!?! Stupid purple fog. Stupid purple sky. Stupid evil handsome mind controlling guy with his stupid purple cape.

Except, of course, he isn't that guy, and in fact Kaneis' cape (technically Finnegan's cape, but whatever) is a much lighter shade of purple than the shade we're seeing it as. We're seeing his hair all wrong, too- it looks... spiky. We open our eyes and look at him again, and his hair looks even bigger and spikier than it did when we last looked.

"p-please, it h-hurts... nnnnn-no more, please... owowoww, my hedddd..." We hold our paws out to each side and mime trying to pull something away from our head.

[Kaneis] Kaneis was smiling like a kid who had been given a lifetime's worth of free candy. He walks up and pats the Temmie fusion's hair. "Of course it hurts. Disobedience is pain. If you want it to stop you must be good. Will you be good? Will you obey me properly?" He was making this up on the fly but this was just so much fun. How could he not see how far he could push it?

[Rave Witch Temmie] Obey him? No... no, we can't do that. He's a bad guy. We won't do what he says. No more obeying. No more mind controlling. No more. It's bad. Bad. Bad bad bad bad.

...We just noticed that he doesn't have his fancy golden mind controlling stick with him. We stand to our feet and push his hand off our head.

"n-no... no more... no more obeyin... no more... not again... no..." We trip and fall backwards from the phantom weight of the imaginary vise. Now laying on the ground with our wide-eyed stare facing the sky, our whole body begins to vibrate. We vibrate harder, harder, harder...

This is perfectly normal for a Temmie, of course, but this time, there's nothing comedic about our convulsions. We look less like a funny joke character in an indie game and more like a possessed person in a horror movie. Then our face begins to detach. Again, not unusual for a Temmie, but in this situation, it just looks eerie.

[Kaneis] Kaneis is just amused. He gazes down at them in obvious delight. "Well then your head is just going to keep hurting like that until it explodes. It'll burst right open. Like a watermelon. Have you ever seen a watermelon burst open? All the gooey contents and juices fly everywhere. It's rather spectacular. Maybe you'd be happier that way? Hmm? What do you think? Can you live without your head?"

[Rave Witch Temmie] Little does he know that Temmies probably don't even have blood. As we continue shivering and shaking on the ground, our detached face rises up above us, leaving our poor, sore head faceless... until a pair of holes open up on it. A pair of holes that look a lot like the eye sockets of a skeleton. A pair of holes with a pair of little white eyelights in them. While our face floats in the air, we reach inside one of the eye sockets that's just opened up where our face is supposed to be, and pull out the eyelight.

...Yes, we pulled out a glowing, white ball from a hole in our face. Gee, I didn't know those things were solid! "...i got it..." Our floating face mutters, "i got da key... got da key..." Our vibrating calms slightly as we move our paw to the side of our head and mime pressing the eyelight into something. "come on... come on..." Says our mouth, even though our face is facing upwards, away from the rest of our body.

[Kaneis] Kaneis is rather fascinated by this. His host had met Temmies before so he wasn't thrown by the oddness of the physical behavior. Mostly it made him wonder if he could mess with them even more. "Oh? What key is that?" He moved close enough that Temmie would be under his large umbrella. No more rain interfearance. He could cast some magic on this one and see if he could add to this amusing set of reactions from the drug now...

[Rave Witch Temmie] "its da KEY!1! im puttin da KEY in!1!!1" Our face cries out to the sky. We jam our detached eyelight into the nothing on our head, twist our paw, and mime pushing that nothing off our head, after which the pain stops getting worse. Then we shove our eyelight back into our eye socket, the eye sockets shrink shut, and our Temmie face slowly descends back towards its rightful place on our head.

"no more..." We mutter, as we push ourself upright, "no more... o yer dumb mind games, Mario!1!1" Wait, that's not his name. Mario doesn't have a head full of spiky hair. Neither does Kaneis, really, but y'know...

"...Marlin?? Mary...??" We're still a bit too delirious to think of the name of the guy we're mistaking him for, so we settle on Mary for now. We stand to our feet, point at him and say, "no more, Mary Itchbar!!1! im drawin da line here!!1" We stretch our arm out and try to snake it around behind his back, underneath his cape, to see if he's hiding anything back there...

[Kaneis] Kaneis grabs the arm trying to slip around him and starts twisting it in a way arms aren't meant to twist. At least not normal arms. The hand holding onto Rave seems to be heating up as well. "I'll play all the mind games I feel like." He declared his voice full of calm menace. "If you think otherwise I'll have to disabuse you of that notion immediately."

[Rave Witch Temmie] Our stretchy arm coils like a noodle as Kaneis twists it. Crud... I think I know what he's about to do now. We stretch our other arm towards our hat, which got left on the ground when we stood up, and pull our wand out of it. We retract our paw that's holding the wand and point it at Kaneis. "nnnnnNNNO!1!!1 i kno wat yur gonna do!1!" We take a few steps back, keeping our wand pointed at him, while the arm that he's holding stretches further as we back away. "no hugs!!11!"

[Kaneis] Kaneis arches an eyebrow at the wand. "Are you threatening me with that? Kehkekeke that's so adorable I could just rip you into tiny pieces!" Kaneis is a little annoyed though. By pulling away most of Temmie was now in the rain. The only part of her he could work direct magic on was the arm he was still holding. Still that wasn't much of a problem. He clenched the arm harder. Maybe he'd just rip it off.

[Rave Witch Temmie] "how yu gonna do dat?? yu dont even got yur wand wit yu!!1!" We reply, as a colorful puff of frost begins to swirl around our wand. Our other paw, meanwhile, begins to get chilly... or at least, it's trying to. It's still uncomfortably warm, but it feels as though it's trying to get cold even as Kaneis heats it up. "yu let go 'a me, Yammy Mary, or imma have to use hoomans magic!1!!1!"

"Yammy?" Really, Temmie? Yammy? Like... a yam? ...It's Yami. Like... the Japanese word for dark. Sheesh.

[Kaneis] Kaneis laughed. "A wand? Please! I don't need some puny stick to work my magic. For example..." Her arm might be getting cold on the inside but it was going to ignite on the outside as Kaneis' hand burst into flames. He might have been able to do so much more if it wasn't for the rain. He really should consider retreating if this was going to come to blows since he was in a vulnerable position but he didn't feel like it. Not just yet.

[Rave Witch Temmie] "owowowOWOWOWOWWWW1!!1!" Geez Louise, since when has he been able to do that?! Gaaaaah, our poor paaaawww!!

That's it. That is it. This creepwad's getting an ICICLE TO THE FACE. The wand's colorful, frosty sparkles coalesce into a big rainbow icicle, about the size of our hat, and the icicle shoots forward right at that stupid smile of his. As for our paw, even if he does burn it to a crisp, we will certainly have the last laugh, since a human holding a Temmie's paw for that long is probably going to get a rash in his hand at some point. I am extremely doubtful that a sadist like him has a high opinion of cute things.

[Kaneis] Two points of order Temmie probably hadn't taken into account. First of all, Kaneis wears gloves. In fact about the only piece of exposed skin Kaneis has is his aforementioned face. Since Temmie allergic reactions rely on physical contact to the skin Kaneis is perfectly fine without even bringing into debate his status as an actual human or not. Second, the icicle flies straight and true right through Kaneis' face or so it seems. There's none of that expected blood splatter and injury or anything else you'd normally associate with an icicle striking someone in the face at speed. The violent cold projectile just goes straight through like there's nothing even there. Which there isn't as what with the really obvious telegraph of the wand waving and stuff Kaneis set up an illusion and had walked to Temmie's left letting go of the firey limb. Of course a few second exposed to the rain and the illusion starts to flicker and melt away into nothing. The real Kaneis yawns. "I'm sorry was that supposed to hit me? Youre aim is terrible."

[Rave Witch Temmie] As a matter of fact, we didn't notice his gloves. Because we think he's wearing golden armbands instead. Which he isn't. And our icicle just... oh god it phased through him he's a GHOOOOOST!!

Gaaaah, we need to get out of here! The purple realm is gonna eat us! Mer... Mal... Marvin? Marlon? Mark? ...Yeah, I guess Mark's close enough. We're not letting, uh... Yam Mark... eat our souls, or whatever he was going to do to them. Not here. Not now. No more purple. No more Yam Mark. We retract our singed paw and begin walking away. Power walking, that is. We're still too delirious to notice that we're soaking wet from the rain by this point. The glowsticks we've been storing in our hat would probably do a better job of lighting the way than our glow necklace- oh crud, our hat!! We totally forgot that we left it on the ground! We turn around and reluctantly walk back towards where "Mark" was...

[Kaneis] Kaneis chuckled loving the reaction. He was content to let them walk away. There was only so much he could do out here in the rain. It was better to not fight out here in the rain. Moreover if this wand user could summon ice well that was only one step away from the element he didn't want to face in a magic fight. However he couldn't keep himself from plucking up the hat that Temmie was reluctantly coming back for. He smirked and twirled it in his hands. He knew enough about Temmie's not to plop the hat on his head. "Drop something?"

[Rave Witch Temmie] "awawa... wawawaWAWA DATS MY HAT!!!1! MARKS GOT MY HAAAAAT!1!11 gimme dat back1!11" We yell, as the rain continues to soak our hair and fur, "dats my hat!1! gimme my hat!1! bad Mark, bad!1!"

[Kaneis] "Alright," Kaneis says casually. He crumples the hat as best he can into a ball. The balled up hat then catches on fire. Finally Kanein grins and throws it as hard as he can in the opposite direction from Temmie. "Fetch!" And with that he vanishes from sight. For reference despite any logic on the aerodynamics of throwing a fiery hat, the hat was flung a fair distance away enough that if Temmie want's it before it burns up they might want to run after it now.

[Rave Witch Temmie] "awawawaWAWAWAWANONONONONONOOOOOO!!1!1!1"

We begin to run in the direction of our hat, slip and fall in a puddle, then get back up and continue running after it on all fours. We squeeze our eyes shut as rain falls in our face, and continue to run until we eventually step on our hat and burn our paws. "owowowowwww!1!" That probably would have hurt more if the rain hadn't doused some of the fire. Either way, we frantically wave our wand up and down to summon icicles that slam onto the hat and put out the rest of the fire. After that's done, we pick up the hat with our free paw, finding it difficult to recognize as a hat due to the fact that the hallucinogenic mushrooms haven't quite worn off yet, plus the hat is charred.

"hooman... yu sure dis is our hat...??"

"i think so... it got all burnt an' stuff..."

"now wat do we do???"

"i think we shoud go... jus so we dont run into Mark again..." If this burnt piece of fabric really is our hat, then we should be able to reach into it and... voila! Our broomstick is inside! It looks a bit singed... but not anywhere near as bad as the hat. We put our wand back in the hat, place the hat on the broomstick, and sit on it so it doesn't blow away. It feels uncomfortably warm, but we're too delirious to think of anything else to do with it. And with that, we fly off into the rain... until we leave Port Town, that is, as the rain was only falling here...