#evil skull beam

[steviecrowdude]

love is in the air? wrong. evil skull

[millidew]

yo mr hala whats wrong with me bitch

[racingmiku2018]

with all my heart and every molecule of my body i hope brendon urine shits himself every time i want to listen to new perspective

[ccazimi]

cw: human sukuna x reader, modern au, smut, a bit of bondage, evil blowjob, slight sadism/masochism, reader is lowkey a menace, a bit of dirty talk/degradation

wc: 1.5k

a/n: there was a vision....

Sukuna's bound to the chair, hands tied around the back of it behind him.

He wasn't intimidated by some light bondage-- doesn't change the fact that he'll be in charge even when you have him restrained like this.

Besides, when you pulled away while kissing him, asking him so nicely if you could tie him up because you "wanted to try something new", he couldn't say no, even if he did tease you a bit.

"Say please, and maybe I'll let you."

You peek up at him through your lashes, fixing him with a shy smile. "Pretty please?"

Frankly, this should've been the first warning: you asking him so sweetly when you were usually a grade A brat, devoted to being as difficult as possible even when you wanted something from him.

At the same time though, there's been some times when you were actually nice and submissive without putting up a fight, so he really never knew what exactly to expect.

He squints his eyes at you for a second longer to discern your intentions before deciding that you didn't have any nefarious plans this time, and giving in.

You beam in excitement at having passed his assessment as he sits in the chair you've pulled out.

"Fine. But no pink fuzzy handcuffs or some shit like that."

"Oh, you won't have to worry about that."

And now Sukuna's being tied with thick, strong ropes that you just casually had in your bedroom.

He is, in fact, starting to worry ever so slightly when he can feel the intricate knots you're tying to bind his wrists together, so tightly and firmly that he couldn't get out of them even if he wanted to.

Next are his ankles, and now Sukuna's watching you wondering why the hell you seem to know how to do this better than you should.

By the time you're done, he feels a bit too vulnerable for his liking, but of course he'd never admit that.

Soon you're finished and kneeling between his legs, undoing the zipper of his pants.

He watches you with a smirk, as you struggle just a little. "Shouldn't have tied me up like this, princess. Can't even get my dick out without my help, huh?"

You don't say anything, just smile to yourself as you finally free his cock.

Weird. Normally he gets some kind of rise out of you whenever he taunts you like that.

But it's soon forgotten when you bend down, placing your tongue right on his leaking slit before lapping at the precum that's beaded there.

He sighs in his relief as you grip his throbbing length and begin running your tongue along the veins that crawl up his shaft, placing soft wet kisses as you go before finally taking him into your mouth.

Sukuna groans, watching you with lidded eyes as you begin bobbing your head, taking his cock so well down your throat and back up.

"Ah, fuck, you could've done anything with me like this and you still chose to suck me off." He breathes with a cocky grin spreading across his lips, wishing so badly he could just shove your skull down with his hands. "What a good little slut that knows her mouth belongs wrapped around my dick..."

He jerks his hips up, thrusting himself suddenly down your throat, making you gag and choke slightly as he chuckles condescendingly. "Oh, you look fuckin' adorable right now."

And then, you stop, his dick fully sheathed in your throat as you look up at him with a devious glint in your eyes.

Your mouth is stuffed with cock but even then he swears he can see you grinning.

Sukuna's a bit thrown off, not entirely sure what to make of this when he feels it- something solid, a bit sharp, lightly pressing into the skin at the base of his shaft.

He looks down, eyes widening in utter horror to find you pulling your lips back slightly to show off your teeth caged around the base of his dick.

For the first time in his life, something akin to anxiety threads through him as his breath hitches in his chest.

"Don't you fucking dare." He warns in a low voice.

In response you open your jaw a little wider and drag your mouth up his length, letting your bottom teeth graze ever so slightly against his skin while your warm tongue continues to lap at it.

Sukuna's whole body tenses at the feeling- which man wouldn't when he feels teeth around his most delicate area?

He's suddenly hyperaware of the fact that you could very much inflict some serious damage right now if you really wanted to and he would be able to do absolutely nothing when he's tied down like this.

So this was your plan all along.

Sukuna glares down at you, more in increasing stress than anything else. "Get your fucking teeth off, you dog." He hisses in a strained voice, though for some reason his dick is still entirely rock hard.

Dog, huh?

Well now you're definitely not giving in. In fact the feeling of having him borderline scared like this under your touch is going right to your head.

Your eyes flash as you set a slow rhythm, dragging your tongue around his dick, intentionally letting your teeth brush against his skin.

"Fucking b-, hah-" An unintentional moan leaves his lips at the new feeling, and he can hardly believe that this is doing it for him, making his cock twitch with excitement.

He can feel the smugness practically radiating off you, and Sukuna stares at you venomously like its your fault he's actually getting turned on by you teething his dick.

You continue on, just barely letting the point of your incisors drag along his skin before taking the tiniest nibble near his tip out of curiosity.

Sukuna winces but doesn't say anything, ego dissolving when he feels the slight pinch shooting up his dick, and you feel pleased with yourself for successfully subduing him.

So just because he's being good, you widen your jaw again and suck in your cheeks, making him relax when he feels the sharp edges gone, replaced by only the soft warm heat of your tongue and pulsing throat, your saliva-slicked lips working him till he can feel his orgasm starting to build.

You hear him breathing heavier, straining uncomfortably against the restraints. "Fuck yes, just like that-"

Sukuna fights the urge to thrust his hips and shove his dick further down, in fear that your next nibble will be a bit bigger, if he does so.

And then your pace slows again, spitting more saliva so that it drips down his length, licking up his shaft till you reach his tip oozing precum to swirl your tongue around the tip in sensual strokes as you jerk his shaft with your hand.

Sukuna isn't mad at all by this change of pace, in fact he can feel himself growing closer and closer hungrily watching how erotically you suck him off.

"Look up at me." He commands you, voice rough with arousal and words broken by breathy pants in between.

You do as you're told, lifting your eyes to gaze up into his own, causing another surge of pleasure coursing down to his throbbing dick.

But then you're pulling back to brush his frenulum against the edge of your bottom front teeth, making him stiffen again as a crease forms between his brows.

He growls at you through his clenched jaw, trying not to wince from the proximity of the edge of your teeth to his tip. "I swear to God, when I get out of these damn ropes-"

Sukuna's threat is cut off by you abruptly picking up the intensity of your hand wrapped around and jerking his cock as you double the efforts of your tongue laving around his glans, teeth held in place around his girth, not moving but applying pressure that's gradually increasing.

One part of him feels the instinctive need to get you off his dick right now at all costs and god, how he loathes the effectiveness of these ropes, because without them...

But at the same time he can't deny the thrill that edge of pain is sending through him, jolts of electricity at the simultaneous sting and pleasure blending together with the urgency of cumming before you bite his fucking dick off, and soon his balls are tightening.

"Holy fuck-"

With a final twitch and a groan, he's cumming ropes of thick, hot semen into your mouth, flooding it so that it overflows and leaks from the corners of your lips.

Sukuna leans his head back, closing his eyes to take a few seconds to recover and bask in relief.

When he tips his head forward to look at you again he finds you kneeling, cum swallowed, and smirking like you're almost proud of yourself.

"What the fuck was that?!" He seethes, trying to lean forward despite those fucking ropes and this damn chair.

Finally your smirk splits into a full blown grin. "Well a blowjob, what else?"

"THAT WAS AN EVIL BLOWJOB." Sukuna yells, enraged that you played him like this (and that he liked it).

"You're so hard to please..." You sigh, rolling your eyes as you reach forward to tuck him back in, laughing when he flinches ever so slightly at your touch.

"Stay away from my penis. You've officially lost dick privileges." He announces.

You stand and stretch. "Have I, now?"

"Yes."

"Well, you can untie yourself from these ropes then." You lean over to kiss him on the cheek before running to your room and closing the door, cackling as you hear him raging furiously from the chair he's stuck in.

[hemeruni]

I will be the most beautiful, perfect reincarnated flower of all.

As an orphan Carrie was forced to eat other orphans to survive.

Hemera and her sibling Noah (allotpun no feeling) used to be wild and rowdy like Caroline, but Noah was turned into a doll as punishment. She used luck magic to put a spell on Jay to prevent the same thing from ever happening again, at the cost of her own luck.

Holden Cradle/Karen Caress are managers of other hospitals, named Twinklecare and Glittercare. They're in the same healthcare network as Sparklecare but they're normal and not evil. Ben Brace is the one who oversees the healthcare network basically. Sparklecare used to be good before an event called the Disinfection, when Phil (after killing the original Dr. Cuddles who was a good doctor) killed anyone in the hospital unless they worked for him in exchange for their lives or were otherwise useful to him somehow. The ones from pre-wipeout I remember are Kiki (spared due to Cuddles selling his jelly for profit), Polly (who was an intern whose TUC made him unable to remember anything anyway), Reese (who can turn invisible), and Charles (who escaped). There might be more, I don't remember.

Phil used parts of dead patients in a part of the hospital called the Restricted Ward. It used to be a morgue. There's multiple parts to it: the Toy Factory is full of grotesque torture machines used on Uni by Phil every day to try and make her commit suicide so Phil can harness her magic for evil. It's as edgy as it sounds. The heart on her wristband indicates that Phil has "claimed" her. Phil threatens to kill anyone who she tells about it so the only one who knows is Carrie.

The other part is the Dollhouse, which is where Phil does experiments with machines and dead bodies. His goal is to create perfectly obedient slaves out of patients to do his bidding. He keeps a character named Tony Boxx (allotpun toybox) who is a taxidermist and is clearly meant to resemble Livings down there against his will, forced to create dolls. There's also another evil doctor named Kit-10 who does the "robot" parts of the dolls. Meat is also kept barely alive in the Dollhouse.

Notably the only others who know about the Dollhouse are the Chunklings. Pepper was an experiment using two similar-species patients to create a doll and was rescued by Scratch, who was so horrified they went completely mute due to trauma.

After Hemera and Miley die, Uni attempts suicide by cutting off her own horn and trying to stab herself with it. This is mirrored by the scene in Volume 4 where Mood, Carrie and Barry find Uni after the talent show. They're able to save her and reattach her horn but she's unable to use magic while her horn heals.

Late in Series 1, Doom accidentally discovers the Restricted Ward and gets lost in it, so Mood follows him. She's horrified and disgusted by what she finds so she confronts Phil, which leads to her getting put in a coma. When Doom finds out about this he attempts suicide by lighting a fire that burns down the whole hospital.

Phil lures the main cast down and reveals to Uni that he was Dolly all along by using a controller to melt Dolly's face off revealing the robotic skull underneath, then reveals the Perfect Patient, who is a doll made up of Hemera, Miley, Kathy and Susey (early in development Mood died and was used instead of Kathy). It only speaks in quotes those characters have said to bait Uni into suicide - Phil also demonstrates its power by using it to kill Chip. Uni almost gives in but Barry gives her a heartfelt speech (word-for-word the speech Barrific gives Kneevil in Volume 4), which changes her mind. They escape the Restricted Ward together, locking Phil down with the Perfect Patient, who kills him. The Perfect Patient dies in the fire.

While escaping the hospital as it burns down, Barry gets crushed by a falling support beam and Uni uses her magic to save him. This depletes the last of the magic in her body due to her broken horn and leaves her blind, but they're all able to escape together.

Afterwards, the patients go to a normal hospital to get regular treatment. They reunite with their families and Uni finally comes out as a woman to Barry, who lovingly accepts her.

The last volume is an epilogue recounting the struggles of the patients at a ceremony honoring them.

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THE MOST BEAUTIFUL FLOWER THERE IS HOLY SHIT

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[practicalgauntlet]

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"I don't want to leave you."

Your POV

Synopsis- Sacrifice one of your characters who doesn't want to die and watch them beg to live.

Category- Heavy angst

Notes- I'm writing a full-length fic for Ao3 and experiencing major writer's block, so here's a prompt I stole from Pinterest. This will be a two-part story but there will be no happy ending so don't ask (I have a plan for how I want this written) I will write the fluffiest story I can to make up for it though. Stay tuned.

Warnings- Heavy angst, character death, conon typical gore and violence, no happy ending, I'm feeling very evil today, kidnapping, grief, murder, mentions of torture but no description, established relationship, flashbacks to make all this bearable. Poorly written medical scenes.

Word count- 2,883

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Denial-

You were blindfolded, gagged, and bound in the back of a rattling van. As far as you could tell there were only two people beside you. One driving the van down a winding, bumpy road, and the other in the back with you- holding a gun to your forehead.

How could you have been that stupid?

How could you have let your guard down during a chase?

You were trained better than that.

The team had split up to cover more ground, two members in each direction. You were teamed up with Morgan, much to Spencer's chagrin. Ever since the wedding, he didn't like to be apart from you. But you had spotted a light shining off in the distance, its beam bouncing as if the owner was running. Stupidly, you charged for it, ignoring Morgan's call after you.

It wasn't until a bag was pulled over your head that you realized it was a trap. One that would pull you at least forty-five minutes away from the team.

The van jolted, bouncing up and down as if the road were littered with large rocks and potholes. Maybe it was, you had no idea where you were.

"Why can't we just shoot her? She's a cop."

Your gun-wielding captor murmured, pressing the barrel of the weapon harder against your head. Your heart was pounding but you refused to say anything, refused to give them anything they were looking for.

"Because, jackass, we need 'er. We could hold 'er ransom, she's obviously important. Did you see that one guy lookin' for 'er? I was scared he was goin' to start crashin' out."

"Ugh," The man in front of you presses the gun harder before pulling it away entirely. "Fine."

If your team was going to find you, you were going to have to do your part and get away. Leaving a trail was your best bet. Draw their attention to where you are heading if you can't get out. They were going to find you.

So, with a controlled deep breath, you kick your foot out to the man closest to you. Pride and energy exploded through you as soon as you heard that tale-tell sound of a gun clattering across the floor.

"What the fuck-"

You had managed to get both the gag and the blindfold off, your eyes adjusting to the brightness of the sun streaming in through the windshield and windows. You didn't let it deter you. Quickly you strike, kicking the man once again as you struggle unbinding your hands.

The van swerves and you lose your balance, falling to the ground and landing in a heap of twisted limbs. You didn't have enough time to react as the man towering above you brought the butt of the gun across your skull.

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Anger-

The sky was a vibrant blue with no cloud in sight. Spencer fussed over the use of sunscreen. He didn't want the honeymoon to be ruined over something as preventable as a bad sunburn. You let him dote over you, his wandering hands rubbing the sunscreen over your face and shoulders.

He was so handsome in his thin, white linen shirt and dark slacks, that leather satchel strapped across his chest like always. The two of you were at the beach, the city of Santorini glistening behind you with its bleach-white buildings and cobalt roofs.

When Spencer looked over to you, his sunglasses reflecting the pure joy on your face, he grabbed your hand.

"I'm so excited for forever with you."

"Me too, Spence." - You were tied up to a rusty beam, arms stretched high above your head, toes just barely touching the ground. Your arms ached, your head throbbed, your body was sore. But you still fought, still writhed in place to wear down the rope digging into your skin.

"They'll fucking find you!"

You scream, throat scratchy and ragged. It had been hours since you had been tossed into the basement and unceremoniously tied up. Could it have been more than that? Days? Weeks?

No one answered. Still, you kicked the air, threats echoing into silence. You were literally talking to a brick wall that this point.

"Do whatever you want to me, I'll never talk."

You spit at the ground, ears catching the faintest scrape before the door swung open. Two men and one woman approached. By the looks of it, with her head held high and her confident strut just a few feet in front of the men, she was their leader.

"What the fuck do you want with me, cunt!"

You scream again, energy and anger returned now that you have something organic to yell at. She grabs your face, dagger-sharp nails digging into your cheeks as she squeezes so hard she forces your jaw open.

"Watch your mouth, bitch."

"Make me."

She chuckles darkly, the sound so evil you feel it taint your soul.

"You heard the lady." She snaps her dangerously manicured fingers and the man to your right steps forward. "Make her."

Hours pass and you don't know how much longer you could take their torture. Knives, whips, waterboarding. Anything they could get their hands on, they used. But the lives of your team were at steak. If they weren't already on their way to rescue you.

Blood was lost and skin was ripped. You were kept awake, on the brink of consciousness for so long that you didn't think anything was real anymore. This was supposed to be an easy case, in and out. Spencer promised that he would take you out to dinner; a cute little Greek place that reminded the two of you of the honeymoon.

It was almost like you could see Santorini again. The blinding bright light of the lamp above you twisting and swirling into a midday sun. The sweltering hot heat of the basement bled into the summer air as the two of you walked from one bookstore to the other all the while Spencer rambled on about something you couldn't remember.

The brick walls morphed into the stark white walls of the Air B&B Spencer had rented, with its open windows and stone floors. And soon you were trailing behind Spencer, trying to keep up with his long legs as he pulled you down the cobblestone street.

Your face suddenly stung, your cheek igniting in a powerful blaze that ripped you out of your daydream.

"Wake the fuck up."

You spit in her face and feebly kick at her shins as you continue to dangle. You were too tired to do anything else.

She clicks her tongue at you, smiling a snake's smile.

"Your friends should be here any second. And if they play nice, I might let one of them live."

"You touch-"

Another slap, this time to your other cheek. That fire inside of you, the one that kept you going for however long you'd been there, was slowly dying. You were slowly dying.

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Bargaining-

They had set up a camera. It was an older model that sat on a tripod directly in front of you. On the table to your left sat an old landline; it was on speakerphone. You could hear your team making deal after deal for you, and you could only assume the camera was for them.

"Please..." You whisper, your voice meak. You were so tired, eyes heavy and body numb. You felt like you were floating.

The woman was gone now, her two goons watching you from the table. They refused every deal Hotch made. You don't know why they refused or why they were keeping you here. What did you have that wasn't already offered by your boss?

The man to the left, Dimitri as you learned, grinned an awful smile as he watched you dangle like meat on a hook.

"I'll kill you, you son of a bitch-"

You briefly hear Spencer's voice over speakerphone, the sound like a mirage in the middle of a desolate desert. It pulled you further into the memories that kept you from breaking.

"I love you so much, my darling..."

Dimitri stood, chuckling as you heard a scuffle from the other end of the phone. Spencer was most likely pulled away from the table, kicking and fighting as Morgan took him out of the room.

Your mind was slipping, switching back and forth between fantasy and reality. Soft kisses you could almost feel. The blinding pain in your wrists as the rope rips your skin. His shining smile as you say 'I do'. The throbbing ache all across your body where those fucking monsters continue to cut. The silk sheets sliding against your skin as Spencer kisses down your body.

Finally, Hotch made a deal they seemed interested in. A one-way ticket to dissappear without the threat of the government chasing after them.

"I guess we don't need you no more. It's such a shame, I was just startin' to like ya."

Dimitri raised his gun, the barrel aimed at your temple. It was so close, the bite of the metal against your skin sending adrenaline-filled shivers across your body.

"No, please!" You try, energy coursing through your body as the reality of the situation kicks in.

"Awe, little miss thinks she can plead her way out of this."

The other man, Kyle, joined in. His joy was just as twisted as Dimitri's.

"I don't want to die! You got what you want, please. I have a husband, and a life, and friends!"

You heard somewhere that if you recite your life, your loved ones, and memories, you'd remind them that you were human.

"Boo fuckin' hoo," Kyle mocked as he walked towards the phone and hung up on your team. He moved the camera closer, one last fuck you to the government that failed them.

"You don't understand, please. We got married three- three weeks ago, Penelope’s birthday is next week and I haven't gotten her a present yet. I haven't, I haven't seen my parents all year. Please put the gun down, put it down, please. "

He cocked the gun and squeezed the trigger.

You brace for the pain, the pressure you'd imagine you'd feel. But it didn't come.

"That shit won't work on me, sweetheart. I don't give a shit whether or not you have a litter of ankle biters and plan on meetin' with the president. You're not getting outta this."

"Why?"

"Because I like the look on your face."

Another click. You didn't know if there was even a bullet in the chamber, but every time he pulled the trigger, you flinched.

"This," He drags a meaty finger down your cheek, collecting the tears that were spilling. "Is why."

He licked the tear off his finger, grinning like a madman before pulling the trigger for the sixth time. This was it. Everything happened in slow motion, the release of the gun, the maniacal cackle of the men before you.

Still, you were alive. Still, you were dangling in that basement.

"Please!"

Is all you can say.

"Please stop,"

All other words disappear from your vocabulary.

"Stop, please. I don't wanna die!"

You were rendered a rambling child, begging for a chance to live while they played God with your existence.

Suddenly, you hear an explosion of sound above you. Thundering footsteps, gunshots, falling bodies. They found you.

"I'd say your last words now, mother fucker because you'll never be a free man again."

Dimitri growled in your face. He leaned in real close, his putrid breath fanning across your face.

"And you'll never make it to your one year anniversary."

Boiling, white hot pain spread from your stomach. A knife, its blade twisted in your guts before Dimitri and Kyle are tackled to the ground.

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Depression-

The salty air blew gently across your heated face, the crashing waves like music around you. Spencer pulled you out of the Air B&B after dinner, dragging you down to the beach where he convinced you to a late-night swim.

It was severely out of character for him, but he was just so happy to be married, to be by your side, that he allowed his impulses to rule the night.

The full moon was your only source of light, but you could be blind and still find your way beside him. He was loose and carefree in a way you've never seen him before.

The two of you were waist-deep in water, the tepid waves lapping at your bodies. He held you, one hand in yours and the other on the small of your back, as the two of you rocked to the sound of the ocean.

"I don't think I've ever been this happy before."

He confessed, his face bright. He was looking at you like you were the only girl in the world, and at the moment - with the beach empty - you felt like it.

"Me neither, Spence."

"Please stay with me..."

His voice was different. It was strained, not at all matching the blissful expression on his face. Spencer sounded far away, panicked. All at once, the comfortable warmth of the summer night ocean turned boiling.

Wet, blazing warmth spread across your stomach and leg.

"What?"

"Come, on. Wake up, please. Stay with me."

"I don't want to leave you, Spence."

You were so confused. You weren't going anywhere, not anytime soon. Especially not now.

His face screwed up, his brows drawing in. Tears you didn't notice fell from his lashes as his chin wavered.

"Then stay with me, please."

The night sky disappeared. In its place was a white ceiling. The sound of crashing waves turned into wailing sirens and blunt orders. Spencer's hands around your body turned into the straps of a gurney.

"Spencer?"

You didn't know where he was, your mind still desperately grasping that memory.

"I'm right here, baby. I'm here."

Spencer leaned over you and his worried face was in your vision. He placed his hand on your face, his thumb tracing idle circles into your cheek.

"Where are we?"

Where did the ocean go? You miss it terribly.

"We're on our way to the hospital, darling. You're going to be okay. "

You had the feeling that he was saying that more to himself than to you. But it was comforting nonetheless.

Your eyes felt too heavy, your body too cold. It didn't feel like you were in an ambulance, it felt like you were floating in the ocean, your body suspended in time.

"No, no, no!"

Spencer yelled.

Why was he yelling? You were having such a good time at the beach.

"Baby, please!"

He tapped your cheek, his hands suddenly too warm.

"Calm down, Spence."

Words spilled out of your mouth like molasses, your tongue sticking to the roof of your mouth.

"Were in Greece..."

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Acceptance-

"Scalple."

There was an insistent beeping.

Everything was dark, your body floating in a void that was all too familiar.

Muffled murmurs, a metallic release of air, something wet.

"Baby?"

You turn, and the darkness bled into a soft light. You were in Spencer's apartment, arms and legs tangled with his.

"Yes, my love?"

"I'm going to miss you."

You prop yourself up on your elbow and tuck a piece of hair behind his ear.

"What do you mean, dork? I'm not going anywhere."

Spencer looked so sad.

"What's wrong, Spence?"

He pulled you forward with both hands on your face. Spencer kissed you deeply, his lips moving over yours in a way that had your heart soaring.

When he pulled away, he tucked you under his chin.

"Nothing, just rest."

The sheets were not as soft as your remember, his body not as warm. Something was off. And then it hit you. The van, the torture, the knife.

"I'm dying, aren't I?"

Spencer said nothing, only pulling you closer.

"Did I at least get to say good bye?"

A kiss to your forehead but still no comment.

"Spencer, say something please..."

"The time I spent with you had been the best years of my life."

Oh god.

"Don't say that, baby."

"You'll always be the love of my life. No one will replace you."

"No, Spencer. Stop."

"I'll see you soon, my darling. You better be waiting for me on the other side."

You claw at him, begging him to stop saying such stupid things. But he doesn't respond, only settling further into the bed and holding you as tight as he could.

After a while, you give up and hold onto him as well. You lay there, in his arms, for so long you start to relax.

"I'll wait for you, Spencer. But do me a favor."

He finally looks at you, tears freely flowing down his face.

"Don't subject yourself to a lonely life just because I'm not there. If you meet someone, you meet someone. I just hope they make you happy. That's all I want."

He smoothes his hand down the back of your head.

"Promise me, Spence."

"I promise."

You knew he was lying, but you also knew this wasn't Spencer. It was your subconscious mind preparing you for departure.

You stay in his arms after that, imagining what awaited you on the other side.

[starwrighter]

Dude, get a restraining order.

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(Part three baby!!)

“It would be easier if we went together,” Damian offered, saving him from a half hour of wandering through the halls like a bumbling idiot.

Danny beamed, “I think I’ll take you up on that offer,” 

“Likewise, administration is pitifully incompetent when it comes to keeping students informed,” He replied promptly.

Harsh but true. He’s ninety percent sure the map they gave him was for a different school, and the braille on his schedule was just a menu for a local fast food chain. If he’d been fully blind, this would’ve fucked him over. Lawsuit levels of fucked over. The lady at the front desk was either making a messed up joke or having a very bad day.

“Yeah… Incompetent is one word I’d use to describe it” He muttered. At least the written words on his schedule were correct. 

“…” His seatmate stares at him, piercing green eyes studying the paper in his hands.

“Your map is outdated,”

“Hhm?”

“That map’s fifty years outdated,” Of course it was, Fenton’s luck strikes again.

“I figured something was wrong with it,” He sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

“You don’t happen to have a spare map on you? This is the only one they gave me,” He chuckled awkwardly, ancients he must look like a moron. 

“You’re very calm for the situation you’ve been put in,” 

 “I’ve experienced worse than a faulty map, this is child’s play!” He reassured.

“I suppose you’re right, but a mistake like this shouldn’t have happened in the first place,” 

“Probably not, but at least you’re here so I’m not alone in my confusion,” He smiled, and Damian gave him a curt nod before glancing away. 

The two of them continued their walk to class in relative silence. Students passed them by in the hall, a shocked look on their faces as they stole a second glance at the two of them. He’s used to it, his face looks fucking awesome!

When the two of them reached their math class Danny quickly took his spot at the front, Damian taking the seat beside him. The teacher had a lanyard hanging from his neck and a small badge with what he could only guess was the teacher’s name scrawled out on the front. Letters in a font far too small for him to read as the teacher paced back and forth through the classroom. 

Other students continued to file into the classroom, but the teacher's gaze lingered on him. Insuring his necklace was still hidden beneath his collar, Danny had a mental sigh of relief. It was, there’s no proof he was breaking any rule of any kind, no reason for a teacher to burn a hole into his skull with their stare. 

“Okay!” Their teacher started voice almost shouting as he smacked a ruler onto his desk. It hurt him to admit how hard he flinched at the loud “Thwack!” it made as it hit his desk, only a few inches away from his face. 

“As you can see,” He gestured to Danny. “We have a transfer student joining us this year,”

“You are to be kind and respectful to him,” 

Oh, Danny hated this already. This teacher wanted him dead. No, this teacher just dug him a grave. Not even a high-quality grave either, it's unmarked and two feet deep. The coffin was just a trash can taped shut.

 It may seem dramatic, but a teacher instructing a roomful of teenagers to be “nice and respectful,” to anyone was just begging them to do the opposite, especially if you said it with the same attitude you’d take when addressing a room full of toddlers. 

His fate was sealed; he would be single this entire trip.

The worst thing about it was the dude stared down Damian as he said it! The death glare his new friend was giving the adult could curdle milk instantly. 

“I wouldn’t blame you if you kicked my ass to spite him,” Danny whispered.

It’d be a necessary evil he’d accept with open arms.

“If I wanted to pursue revenge, I’d target him directly, not you,” Damien replied with a burning determination in his eyes.

“Metal,” Danny nodded.

A worksheet was placed on his desk, the teacher approached from his blind side. 

Oh, he was certain, this teacher already didn’t like him. It’s like he’s cursed or something. He’ll never be a straight-A student! Danny glanced over to his glaring seatmate. At least he’d have a witness for this bullcrap.

[skekthesilly]

sprunki lore according to my sisters (i have not seen sprunki at all and i think they might be lying to me) (theyre just making up a story at this point and im rolling with it) PART: 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

very silly story under the cut:

black had a really bad day. he stubbed his toe, fell, spilled his coffee, and had an annoying ass conversation with wenda. black is so pissed at wenda that he punches her. apparently, black was holding a hypnotization bracelet so when he punched wenda the bracelet shook around and hypnotized her, causing her to snatch said bracelet from him and punching the latter - hypnotizing him as well. now they are both hypnotized and crazy.

this is why they are evil and killed a bunch of people - except wenda didnt kill grey because wenda loves him, and black didnt kill jevin because black loves him.

apparently. according to my sisters.

pinki was going to get a tattoo from black at a tattoo store. black was going to tattoo a skull with the words "bye bye" to pinki's forehead, but accidentally ripped her face off.

fun bot also punched wenda and black in the faces, in an attempt to un-hypnotize them. it did not work, because they did not have the hypnotization bracelet. black and wenda got angry and chased fun bot until they lost sight of them.

wenda didn't give simon enough food, so he decided to eat brud instead. after eating brud, simon was satiated.

mr. fun computer was dying, and said that he needed battery. so jevin, who was conveniently right next to him, plugged in a charger but it was the wrong charger. this turned mr. fun computer into a catboy, and made him chase jevin all around the room (because theyre in a house for some reason). so jevin ran out of the house that they were both in and teamed up with grey for shelter, because grey was hiding from wenda. but before they found shelter, black killed oren.

grey and jevin are in a forest trying to survive. grey is stressing out and babbling nonsense until jevin interrupts grey by saying "just shut up and kiss me already!" they fall in love and make out passionately. (note: THIS STATEMENT RIGHT HERE HAS TURNED ME INTO A GREY X JEVIN SHIPPER AND I CANNOT GO ONE SECOND WITHOUT THINKING ABOUT THEM KISSING. CURSE YOOOOUUUU RAAAAAGGHHHHH........... GETS BLASTED WITH YAOI BEAM.....)

raddy was pretending to be jesus. wenda got so mad at him that she nailed raddy to a cross, jesus-style. wenda then asked simon to eat half of raddy's body. suddenly, simon choked on brud's bucket (which had apparently been stored in his stomach and somehow got regurgitated) and passed out.

mr. sun was going to get a tattoo from black at a tattoo store. black says "okay but you need to burn down the forest and everyone in it first" and mr. sun agrees. after the deed is done, mr. sun gets a tattoo on their left eye.

however, pinki (who was apparently in the forest) survives the forest fire, along with grey and jevin. grey and jevin fled to a different forest when the saw mr. sun burning the first forest down.

vineria was in the second forest looking for food, but then she mistook plant food for normal food, so she ate it and felt really sick but she ate it anyways because she thought it was still food. she went to sleep, and the next morning her eyes were hurting a lot. she said "omg it feels like my eyes are gonna pop out" and guess what? they did. she then realized too late that the "normal food" was dangerous plant food, but by the time she realized this, the weird growth stuff in her insides were growing and reaching her brain, making her pass out. she died shortly after.

sky saw all the craziness happening everywhere and tried to find grey and jevin. but while they were running, they stepped on a booby trap and metal pipes burst out of the trap and impaled them, causing them to die.

(guess were switching to present tense now lmao)

grey and jevin are wandering in the forest when they find an abandoned house. inside, they find a shovel and keep it for defense in case something bad happens. they decide to stay in the abandoned house.

a day later, while grey and jevin are searching for food, they see sky's dead carcass and go "man. we should bury them." so they bury them using the shovel they found.

wenda and black are searching for weapons when they stumble upon an abandoned house (not the same house that grey and jevin are in). turns out that the abandoned house is actually tunner's house, and wenda finds a gun, cowboy boots, a cowboy hat, and cowboy clothes. she decides to wear the clothes and keep the gun, and is so intoxicated with the idea of being a cowgirl (she's always wanted to be a cowgirl) that she goes out into the forest, finds tunner, and shoots him because she wants to be the only cowgirl in sprunkiland and doesnt want any other cowgirls or cowboys to live.

wenda then gets really hot outside so she takes the cowboy clothes off.

a few minutes later, black is bored and wants to do something, so he goes "hey wenda. wanna see something cool???" and she goes "yeah sure." so black uses magic (which he apparently has for some reason) and magically revives all the dead sprunkis into evil zombies. wenda goes "woah. thats cool. can you control them?" and black goes "nah. lol. lmao. i cant control them" and wenda goes "omg bro youre so STUPID....... were LITERALLY GONNA DIE..... theyre like UNDEAD ZOMBIES NOW.......theyre NOT GONNA DIE ANYMORE........ bRO........" and black is like "haha. lol. i was bored. lmao. tee hee." he has no fear of consequences.

grey and jevin are still in the second forest, still hiding out in the abandoned house they found, but then clukr walks into the house (grey and jevin haven't locked the door because, in my sister's words: "theyre dumb") and for some reason they just dont notice clukr. but its because hes being quiet. they continue not noticing until clukr reaches the second floor (the house has a second floor and grey and jevin are on the second floor). then jevin goes "omg is that wenda" and brings out the shovel (he cant see clukr very well because its dark outside ((the lights barely work inside, theyre trying to conserve power)) ), but grey goes "wait thats clukr thats my semi-pookie clukr" (hes kinda basically a cat. like i know its canon that hes not a cat but me and my sister have decided that he is now a demon who looks like a cta. whatever. he has night vision too) and jevin goes "hmmmm. hmm.... hrmmm..... okay. whatever. sure ig."

but black was watching everything that was happening while holding a grey and jevin detector blessed upon him by mr. sun, and a chainsaw blessed upon him by mr. fun computer. black floats to the second floor back window (he has magic) and throws the chainsaw into the window, aiming for grey and jevin. jevin quickly deflects the chainsaw with the shovel but it bounces off directly into clukr's head, slicing it.

clukr is just introduced and then literally immediately dies like 5 seconds later. justice for clukr

anyways because of the magic that turns dead sprunkis into evil zombies, clukr dies but is immediately revived and is evil now. clukr then tries to attack both grey and jevin but clukr cant see very well thru his giant cymbal head and jevin just starts repeatedly beating up clukr with the shovel. yaaaaayyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

now clukr is dizzy, but grey is freaking out and goes "we need to get outta here NOW" so he grabs jevin's hand and runs out the broken back second story window and gets cut up by all the broken glass, but he doesn't see black at the window and rams head-first straight into his stomacg. like. REALLy hard. so them black got a really bad stomachache and went spinning off into the distance while grey and jevin fell down the second story all the way down to the ground. and. note this. take notes of this.

after falling, grey and jevin are NOT INJURED. at ALL. not injured by the fall at the sLIGHTEST. but then they immediately pass out once they reach the bottom. like they literally jump out the window, are perfectly fine, and just ragdoll once they touch the ground. roblox style. like they just jump out and go "yippee!!! yahoo!!!!!" and land on the ground UNSCATHED and just. "uuuurrghhhhh!!!!!! passes out on the ground"

anyways my sister said that grey landed on all fours (like the totally awesome demon cat that he is) and is perfectly ok and has like a whole two seconds of being conscious until he just randomly ragdolls roblox-style on the ground. then jevin is about to fall to the ground beside him also perfectly ok, but in midair his body is just. magically teleported on top of grey??? and he falls on grey and he just passes out after?????? i have no clue just roll with it chat

anyways fun bot sees both their unconscious bodies at the back of the house and brings them to their secret underground base. jevin wakes up first in one of the beds in the base and fun bot notices and says "did you know that you passed out on top of grey.... thats kinda gay. thats kind of gay of you to do that"

jevin says "uhhhh no??? i didnt do that???? wtf???"

and fun bots like "yeah you did. i saw it with my own two robotic eyes. i saw it. i would not lie to you. you passed out on top of grey yaoi-style. i saw it"

and then grey woke up and was like "omg!!! where am i"

and fun bot goes "dw youre safe youre not gonna die by that weird creepy catboy mr. fun computer"

and jevin was like "oh yeah i remember he turned into a catboy and chased me all around the room"

and fun bot says "we gotta stop black and wenda. did you know that theyre hypnotized? i tried to un-hypnotize them but i need the magic bracelet black had and unfortunately its destroyed so i cant un-hypnotize them until we fix it"

grey hears something in the base and goes "uhhhhh.... is there other people down here?????"

fun bot says "oh yeah pinki and brud are here too idk how they survived but they did"

and grey's like "o. wow. so like. can we see em. like can we see how theyre doing"

and fun bot's like "yeah ok sure"

so grey and fun bot go deeper into the base to find pinki. once they find them pinki goes "omg!!!! hi!!!!! how are you!!!!!" but its kinda garbled bc like. she has no lips

and greys like "omg wtf happened to your face"

and pinkis like "oh yeah i got my face ripped off. btw if you wanna find brud hes at the cafeteria. straight ahead"

and greys like "ok"

so grey and fun bot go to the cafeteria and they see brud there and bruds like "ae"

and then hes like "omg!!!!!! is that wenda and black!!!!!! 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱"

and greys like "no???? its me and fun bot"

and bruds like "who"

and greys like "ok. whatever. at least youre still alive"

and fun bots like "ok chat we should go find the pieces of the magic bracelet. theres six pieces scattered across sprunkiland. also btw brud you should stay here bc i feel like you are absolutely going to die if you take one step outside of this base"

then fun bot goes to the area pinki is in and asks her "yo pinki wanna help us find the magic bracelet that will un-hypnotize black and wenda" and pinki goes "yeah sure but first you gotta fix my face bro this sucks" and fun bots like "man. i only have bandages and medicine. not skin grafts. i also have toilet paper to wipe off all the blood n yucky stuff from your face. you should take the bandages n the toilet paper. i dont think youll need the medicine bc like. im 99% sure youre not sick. actually take it just in case. oh and we need coats. it cold outside"

and pinki goes "ok lemme put on my coat rq. man. i miss my husband oren, fun bot. i miss him a lot."

and greys like "ok..... uh.... lets go get jevin. i dont think he needs a coat, he has his hood already"

so they walk to the area where jevin is in and once they find him they notice jevin has found a surplus of guns. hes like "yo check out these awesome guns i found. fun bot why didnt you tell us about this" and grey goes "vro..... youre literally going to kill yourself put those guns down.... do you even know how to use them" and jevin stares at grey with his big round sopping wet gay eyes and goes "pleade. were gonna need them" and grey goes ".....ok. sure. ok. dont shoot yourself" and jevin goes "um. well you see" and shows a comically perfect bullet hole that you can see straight through, and the bullet hole is IN HIS STOMACH. and my sister made a note of emphasizing that he is PERFECTLY FINE AND NOT IN ANY PAIN AND THERE IS NO BLOOD ANYWHERE. and he is just FINE. he is just JIGGY WITH IT. and he goes "yo grey can i have those bandages youre holding" and hes like "omg. jevin. you. you literally. ok. sure"

so jevin covers the bullet hole with bandages but then brud bursts into the room and goes "whERES THE BATHROON!!!!! i nEED to Take A Dump™️" and fun bot says "ok. go straight, turn a left, straight again, to the right, go in the elevator, 2nd floor, then go straight, turn right, up the left stairs, third door to the right, and you'll find the bathroom :)"

and bruds like "ok 🤤" and bashes straight through the wall

and fun bots like "okay. well. we need to get another thing-" and pinki goes "i know what it is!!!!!!!!!" and pinki runs out of the room and after a whole 10 minutes she brings a wHOLE ENTIRE ELEPHANT INTO THE ROOM. and shes standing on the elephant and she says "alright!!!! were ready to go now!!!!!"

so they exit out of the secret base. with the elephant

PART 2 COMIG SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- my sister

[sceluant]

In Warhammer 40k fighting against the Necron must be horrifying. They're a seemingly infinite hoard of skull faced robots wielding incomprehensibly advanced weaponry. All perfectly coordinated and unfeeling, not reacting even as scores of their comrades are shot down. Supporting the legions the Necrons have elite soldiers who have honed their skills over many millennia. Slithering or floating above the armies there are figures who can manipulate time and space, or meld an entire battalion with a wave of a staff.

This description might lead to believe the Necron are just another Warhammer faction, but instead of physic wizards they have technology wizards. But there's one difference, that separates them from other 40k factions or most other evil robot armies in media. The Necron aren't endless.

There's a finite number of Necrons, now this number may be in the trillions or higher. But they are still limited. When a human dies he is quickly replaced, the countless hive worlds within the Imperium birth thousands of humans a second. If a planet falls the worry of the Imperium won't be for the people but for the resources lost.

When a Necron is wounded and unable to repair itself, it will be beamed away to a Necron tomb complex or warship. Where its mind will be uploaded into a tank filled with other minds, all waiting for their body to be replaced or repaired. Most of the time nothing will go wrong. The mind will be uploaded, the body replaced, and the Necron sent back out to war. But rarely something will go wrong. The upload will fail and the Necron's mind is gone. Other times the failure is more external, the tanks will fail or be destroyed and those thousands of Necron minds inside with them.

The Necron have no hope of replenishing their numbers. A dynasty will not be stronger than when it first awakens. Each battle they fight in the name of reclaiming their empire or purging the unclean costing the dynasty irreplaceable lives. Attrition is a guarantee. Their only hope is to try to stall it.

But the Necrons dynasts don't, they carelessly spend their limited troops. Killing those that displease them and waging war with other dynasties. Treating each life as disposable as they did when they were an empire of flesh. But they're not, a lesson they learn far too late. When their dynasties are depleted and all they have left are the remnants of their wasted legions and the scheming aristocrats still vying for power in a dying empire.

My friend had a good metaphor for Necron dynasts. They are children with a bag of candy, only realizing how little they have when they reach the bottom of the bag.

(If you're interested in more like this, there's a two part Necron book series that gave me this brain rot called 'twice dead king' I highly recommend it!)

[cocogum]

✨Quirky✨ labels that describes them in a nutshell 🤭🥰

Yugo: blue alien boy

Adamaï: puberty’s bitch

Az: stress relief mascot ball

Amalia: horny grass princess

Eva: hot elf with daddy issues

Dally: dumbass ginger “woops! I did it again! 🤭🤪”

Ruel: Mr. Krabs holding adoption papers

Elely: Ginger 2.0 charged with arson

Flopin: invisible Link

Pin: Jack-Jack

Rubilax: demonic bromance

Madagaskan: retired blind sniper

Cleophee: hot elf who can kick

Goultard: ginger who can think

Oakheart: best salad king

Armand: delulu cabbage head

Canar: drag queen number 1

Renar: drag queen number 2

Aurora: blue trophy wife cow

Osamodas King: blue cow king

Efrim: tiny cute monster feet

Nora: pink lesbian

Mina: your scarred unpaid therapist

Phaeris: arm chewer

Qilby: the original momma’s boy

Shinonome: the shit picker

Glip: dad noises

Balthazar: grandpa noises

Eliatrope Goddess: helicopter parent definition

Alibert: gets thrown babies at him

Chibi: loud ass inventor

Grougaloragran: third person user

Prince Adale: fabulous tea sipper

General Mofette: bondage and whips

Grany Smisse: Meowth’s cousin

Remington: Zorro compensating with swords

Grufon: arachnid map

Anathar: copycat daddy voice

Kerosho: Adamaï’s forgettable achievement

Rushu: god wannabe

Black Ink: sentient food

Elaine: had a shitty childhood

Galanthe: rip thick hips

Noximilien: loves taking his time

Igôle: does not want to die

Cabotine: baby mama

Justice Knight: sweaty himbo

Pandiego: smelly drunk panda

Kabrok: retired wanderlust

Miranda: corn’s victim…

Vampyro: spirit halloween reject

Xav the Baker: croissant addict

Kriss Krass: tongue’s always out

Maude: goth chick

Ogrest: professional whiner

Otomaï: stressed out alchemist

Joris: experienced father and uncle babysitter

Kerubim: white furry with life issues

Simone: cleaner for hire

Julie: the embodiment of gay furry

Atcham: bald

Lilotte: furry orphan by choice

Khan Karkass: oily misogynistic ginger

Bakara: teacher’s pet snitcher

Julith: mommy milker terrorist

Jahash: died for getting laid

Jiva: just wanted to get laid

Poo: Kung Fu Panda

Echo: half lizard

Sipho: ugly ass lizard

Toxine: evil deadpool with an ass

Harebourg: narcissistic obsessed stalker

Oropo: clam sucker

Coqueline: raccoon girl

Dathura: leaf hottie

Dark Vlad: rock metal enthusiast

Black Bump: panty sniffer

Kali: professional sadist

Ush: furry sore loser

Arpagone: not an actual enutrof

Barik: elvis gone wrong

Cendre Mystigrine: forgettable furry

Ramona: best enutrof grandma

Harcelo Estep: disowned cuz wtf-

Messer: talking skull

Lacrima: did not deserve this

Winmo Nodorh: Flopin did it better

Lupa: sadist sympathizer

Atone: laser beam vision

Bouillon: fighting boner

Ripulse: name stands for “disgusted”

Sidaire: little sonic twerp

[lichenes]

Here again! Really the number one fan of those law school fics. Maybe a sequel to the original? Making up for lost time and whatnot 🤭🤭 if you’re not in the mood for that then maybe Vincent and a reader who he meets in a museum and then they just keep running into each other as if it were fate

hi ilo o/ glad to see you're enjoying the fics<33 I decided to mix the two (kinda :P) cuz museum date night!! cute asf... sorry for not posting btw!! i have a cold and my body isn't working as well as I would like sjdshdkdsjh CW: kissing, mentions of dirty thoughts SFW wc: 389

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"Wanna go on a date?" You looked at him questioningly. "Of course, is that even a question?" He chuckled slightly. "I was thinking of going to a museum. There aren't many in this town I admit but..." he turned his laptop towars you. "This one looks to be certainly interesting."

You skimmed through the museum's page and nodded. "Yeah this seems fun." He beamed. "I know we're gonna enjoy this trip ma chérie." You blushed slightly a slew of ideas running through your head. "Ah, you're so dirty minded!" He said with a giggle.

You were walking around the room looking at the art pieces enjoying the paintings, sculptures and eachother's company. Vincent was quite knowlegable when it came to art and had at least one fun fact per art piece for you whilst you were perusing the stock of the museum.

"Oh and this one, the creator admitted to have been severely inebriated when making this one." He said chuckling. "Clearly, not his best work." He added. You were admiring the copy of "The Ambassadors" and how faithfully it was recreated with all the details Holbein put onto the painting and most importantly, The Skull.

In the next room, a copy of "The Kiss" was being displayed and it both floored you how beautifull it was. You pointed towards it and said "look it's us!". He smiled at you, laughing at the silliness of the statement.

"Yes ma chérie, it is indeed us." He closed the gap between you and trapped you in a short but passionate kiss. You felt a little dizzy after it ended...

"Remember when we went to that park that one time?" He asked when you passed across a paiting of a truly stunning garden. "Yeah, you got sick from not wearing a jacket." Vincent looked at you with an accusatory gaze. "Oh I wonder whose body I had to protect from the unrelenting wind back then?"

"I told you you would get a cold ma chérie." You retorted. "I'd rather get a cold and protect you from the evil, evil weather." He said theatrically. "Oh my saviour..." You said with faux fawning, teasing him.

You continued perusing the museum, hand in hand, content with how life was going. You were glad you finally got the chance to make up for the lost time...

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[meli-writes]

Mechismo - No. 02 /// Declassified

(Previous)

You waddle, with all the copious nobility your ankle-chain allows for, up to her.

The rebel.

The one that put you in this cell, and stands on the other side of a painted line — same colour as the sand she threw you into; left your mech behind in, to be recovered later.

You smile, same as then, cos’ they’ve got it now and she’s just figured out that you’re fucking untouchable. Not that she dares show it on her split-lip, frigid-bitch face, arms a trench line across her chest, in a red-dusted bomber — yours, with the patches and medals torn off.

You don’t even think she looks bad in it. But she would look better with it off.

There’s no stripshow. Instead, she peers down a thrice-broken nose and sneers, “The data vault in your mech. It had one accessible file: the SWN-6B Swan.”

“Not gonna call it impressive, but it’s common. Messes up ambushes, can fuck on a patrol time-to-time,” she continues. “Until we had this — the entire declassified spec. IFF codes? Scrambled. Transponder? Tracked. Buncha design fuck-ups we didn’t spot.”

Boots tread onto the line; she puffs you up on her own breath.

“You’re not supposed to have that.”

And— that’s a statement, not a question. Huh.

You suppose cos’ aces are still grunts, no matter the shine — and whine, almost as if you’re confused. Your hands held at the tips, you look up doe-eyed and twist your feet till the chain scrapes and her mouth curls.

And she — she wants to look tough. But you both know, like all rebels, that she’s soft. It really wouldn’t have been much trouble to starve this outta you — it’s what you’d do — but oh how the rebels must insist on being ‘better’ than your evil empire.

Boo-hoo. Tough shit, soft girl.

“It’s a sample,” she cracks. “Right?”

“644 files,” you slip to her. “Production specs for a bunch of small arms. Coordinates on some factories, listening posts, and more. Full run-down for all our mechanised stuff: tanks and mechs both, got ya some fighters, think I might’ve snagged a battleship?” You beam at each one, like it’s a bigger and bigger laser cannon under the christmas tree.

“And it’s all locked,” the rebel spits, sends a glob of something tobacco-infused to the damp concrete floor. “You tell us how to access it and things’ll look better for you.”

But presents aren't supposed to be unwrapped before the special day.

“One file each day, at noon,” you offer, smooth poison on a sunlit tongue, and twirl about on the spot; brush her with your shoulder, and take it slow as you settle invitingly on the bed.

“But,” which she was waiting for, “after I get something sweet.”

And blow a kiss.

Her gaze narrows into a hand-sharpened AM round, drives it through the temptatious pose in her mind, and steps across the line. Your eyes can’t grow wide in time, as she leers closer than she ever let herself when she was ‘safe’ behind it. Not that she ever wasn’t, as hand-over-shoulder well demonstrates the sheer muscle she has on you.

You figure those AM-rifles must weigh a fuck-ton — the ones that would’ve shredded you into a fizzing pile of crimson goo, if she bothered to aim better than precisely the knee-joint.

“Y’know — doesn’t have to be much,” you blubber out, trying to shuffle back in measured graduations, so you don’t bob-up into her.

But she follows, leans long over the slim bench.

“W-we could start with a chocolate bar, maybe? It’s been a while. O-or like—”

Your chin’s in her hand. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to press the back of your head to the wall — and tell you not to move. She rotates you up, slowly, to meet her.

Does it firmer when you shirk from her without thought.

“Hmm,” she smirks. “Something sweet?”

She slips to your cheeks, both of them — squeezes. You can feel she’s waiting on an answer and there’s only one direction you can move.

You nod, throat choked on your own bluff.

Mwah.

It’s just a peck — but the rebels are soft, and it’s all she needs to bloom you hotter than the skull-white sun you fell under. You try to shake it off; mutter breathlessly, “delta28Kinross…

It’s a— detention facility… isolated… low guard.”

That was a precious, familiar file. Should’ve been bartered for more.

She smiles, treads back over her line, looking forward to tomorrow.

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(Masterpost) / (Next)

originally written 22/08/2024 on cohost, in response to Making-up-Mech-Pilots’ prompt:

Mech Pilot with a COINTELPRO collection.

for additional context, this is one of the stories i wrote originally as a DM to my gf. i included this follow-up from our DMs on cohost:

"imagining that just heating up more and more and more every day, empire spilling more files at a time till in a moment of total submission gives them all, and after just has this terrified look of having given up all her leverage, before she's comforted."

bc i like imagining happy endings a lot heehee <3

[lanymme]

KIARA ANIMATION UPDATE!!!

here are some important features:

her expression (cute).

One of her voicelines mentions ohagi: also cute. They added a lot of cuteness in this animation update, which is important. You have to represent that part of her, I think.

Look! It's the mass of evil spirits from CCC!

Cool fancy new mudra skill animation! It looks a little bit less like her original boss fight animation now, and has some cool bells and whistles. However! It also now draws some of the original CCC sound effects from her Womb Realm self-buff skill, which the animation is based on. Awesome!

her quick animation, which is based on the Daizushichi yakan-po skill (aka Dakini Skull Ritual), now also looks less like its original version. It's more of a laser barrage now, whereas before was like a rain of homing particles emanating off an orb of energy.

On a similar note: She seems to incorporate that energy orb into more attacks! Very cool to see that get fleshed out more. Using it to summon her barrage of tentacles from her close Arts card is really interesting.

Speaking of which: more details on her tentacle attacks through this new close quick attack! Apparently they can fire beams. No wonder she uses saber materials.

And hey, this pose looks familiar.

There's some other changes as well: her Extra attack, based on Eitenryu: Mindful Circumambulation (aka 1000 Day Walk of Mindfulness) is a little slower and more weighty, and she teleports around in flames much like Kama does--and they even use a similar sound effect.

Overall, I really like a lot of the changes and new additions. It's cool to see that they're giving her a lot more of her own favor, rather than making her a super direct adaptation of her CCC animations with some tentacle attacks added on. Her NP in particular is a huge glowup.

However, I can't help but feel a little on the fence knowing this will replace her existing animations. Her updated far Quick card removes a lot of flavor IMO, and she seems to have a little bit less of that serene cruelty and using sacred techniques for evil ends vibe, and is a bit more mage-doing-cool attacks. Part of what makes her design cool is how different and unique it is, and I'd have liked to see new animation stick closely to the guiding philosophy behind her design. IDK how I feel about her expression work too--it's so great seeing new and different expressions on her, but some of them just seem too... normal and human to be regular parts of her animations. All in all, a lot of cool stuff, I just feel we're losing a little of that Kiara essence in the details.

[harleyxhoward]

Analyzing The Abilities of Characters From The Boys

-Le Finale-

🇺🇸Homelander🇺🇸

Thank you to everyone who sat by and waited for this grand finale, it truly means a lot to me! You’re the heroes, truly! I added Superman by Ivory Layne because I associate it with America’s #1 Supe, plus I wanted to plug one of my all time favorite 2010s throwbacks.

I think Homelander’s “Evil Superman” pitch is definitely the main draw of the franchise, but I wish he wasn’t always shackled to that identity. He acts as an introspective analysis of the true evil of corruption on a radical/political level. I mean, the man was birthed in a lab and raised on straight looping American nationalist propaganda. He was essentially being hypnotized by Vought to be an All-American boy, and yet he turned out exactly like America itself; overpowered, inescapable, and caked in far too much makeup.

Homelander/John’s wide range of abilities stems directly from the versatile torture methods Vought used on him in infancy in order to rig the results of the V and produce the most amount of abilities. For example, my assumption is they would drop him, along with other flying Supes, from high places, and if they managed to float for survival they would grow up to be able to fly at dazzling speeds. This is based on the number of trials he endured, such as the oven he would be placed in for hours on end. He’s now invulnerable, but he had to quite literally be forged through flame to be so.

In addition to his range of abilities, the episode of Diabolical that depicts Black Noir feeding him his lesson on optics makes his inability to swiftly dispose of those who show no fear all the more reasonable. When he’s viewed as the monster he’s always been seen as (the whole “you ripped out of your mother and beamed through the bodies of the doctors in the room while flying like a scene from the exorcist” thing) he’s incentivized to be what they expect of him, almost like how he was taught to be what the masses wanted from him. The careful crafting and hardwiring of a monster stays, even though he’s subverting Vought’s benevolent persona.

When a character shows indifference or truly just a lack of terror, he spares them, deeply yearning for genuine human connection with an individual who doesn’t recoil from his advance. Whether it was Madeline, Stormfront, or Maeve, they all proved themselves to be fierce women who he had difficulty letting go of. Madeline in particular managed to survive up until the exact moment she admitted her fear of him, to which he incinerated through her skull with his laser vision.

Even when analyzing how he spares Hughie, Butcher, Annie, or the rest of The Boys, Homelander has ample opportunities to fly over and murder them all. He could kill them all in broad daylight and get away with it, but whether he’s consciously aware of it or not, he fully needs humans on this planet who know the truth about him and refuse to be afraid. The alternative would be too boring, and as I could imagine, horrifying. He doesn’t want to be a king, we see into his psyche too frequently to know he hates himself. He truly hates what he sees in the mirror, and masks it with a veneer of egotism until he eventually breaks down again. He wants people unafraid to challenge him, otherwise he would have used one of his several powers to slaughter The Boys ages ago. You may call it plot armor, but I think John needs someone to go blow for blow with. Butcherlander

John never had the chance to be human. He was directed how to be a god, and given the power to match. While every part of me sees him as the monster he is, rape and murder included, I almost feel like killing him wouldn’t be the karmic serve fans think it would be. I agree with the sentiment that he should be stripped of his power and condemned to live an average human life without access to Compound V (I like to imagine they’ll just blow up Vought tower in the finale, but we’ll see). His scenes with Ryan almost make me believe that he wants to be human, but he can never do that as the supervillain he is today. Maybe if he could try out being a human, he wouldn’t have to try and escape his humanity.

[maiuoart]

Hi, hello, some little Swapfell Red Past brain rot for you all...

Think of it; Lil'Sansy, only 7 years old, walks outside to see his neighbor with a HUGE belly try doing some hard laboring things or even just trying to lean down to get something she dropped... Looks damn stupid, whatever it is- Sans is full of piss and vinegar and decides he's going to go right over there and give her a piece of his mind! She's a walking target with such a huge belly and slow paces- Obviously she's going to be a target outside if anyone walks by!

He marches right up to this poor, struggling Rabbit monster, who has the biggest stomach he's EVER SEEN yet- And he huffs and says;

"HEY! Lady! Why are you so fat for!? What're ya doing outside?! You don't need to try to be a target if THATs what you're doing." Sans huffed, trying to act tough.

The Rabbit monster turns, a little stunned and blinked at this small monster... Only to start laughing.

"Eh?! Are you dumb too, Lady?! What the hell are you laughing at?!" Sans huffs, growling up at this Monster. How dare she!!

"My, you sure gotten your fangs early, didn't you?" She laughs even more. "Most kids your age don't get such venom until they're out of their stripes... How old are you, Hunny?"

Sans is so taken off guard from this lady- She's treating him so nicely??? No, it's a trick! A trick!

"None of your business, ya old hag!" Sans barks, his magic sparking some in mock intimidation. "What're ya doing out here with such a damn fat belly, huh?! Exercise inside, you moron!"

The rabbit monster, though fails, tries to erase the smile on her own fangs. She looks at him before looking at her belly and gently rubs it, gaining Sans attention.

"I am pregnant, Hunny." She says in such a soft, motherly tone; Patiences only for such a young monster.

Sans blinks, not understanding what that word means...

"Pregnant?" He mimics. "The hell does that mean?"

"It means I am with little babies in my belly!" She beams at him so happily. "Would you like to feel them? They're starting to kick now, haha. You must've startled them."

Sans gives her the most incredulous look...

"You-... You have BABIES in your BELLY?!" Sans balks in horror. "DID YOU EAT THEM?! HOW EVIL ARE YOU?!"

The Rabbit monster bursts out laughing harder-

"Ohhhh, I am the MOST eviliest Rabbit in our section, Deary!" She began to show her sharp features at the young Sans, making her claws do the 'ooooo, so spooky' wiggles... "I eat kids like YOU, adding you to my BELLY COLLECTION! MWAH-HAH-HAH!"

Sans flinched hard, ready to head back to the house in fear-

"sorri, Lady-" Papyrus voice came groggily, a hand on his little brother's shoulder. "can't let ya eat em ta add ta yer collection... he's a lil'too spicy fer ya ta handle, m'afraid."

"AHK! Dammit, Papy!!" Sans turned, smacking his brothers hand off him. "Don't you sneak up on me like that- AND I WOULDN'T LET HER EAT ME AT ALL!!!"

"hope bro didn't botha ya too much?" Papyrus moved his hand to his brothers skull, instincts slowly pushing Sans behind him some.

"Oh, no no, none at all! He's such a fireball, he reminds me of my own son when he was that young, ironically." The rabbit monster smiled fondly only to rub the back of her head. "I couldn't pass up this opportunity to tease him, does he not know how rabbit monsters reproduce?"

"ah, well... we both don't, actually..." Papyrus chuckled, looking at Sans who was now puffing his cheeks out and crossing his arms.

"Oh? Oh, dear... Well, that explains a lot! Haha... I'm Ruka, it's nice to meet you boys." She spoke with such warmth in her tone, offering Papyrus her paw in a handshake.

"oh-... uh-... Papyrus." He said hesitantly, his bone brow raised as he took her hand and shook it. "this's Mugsly-"

"SANS!" He growled out. "Don't you say such stupid, random ass names... And Dad told you not to shake strangers hands!"

"Not a stranger anymore when you exchange names-" Ruka gave Sans a wink. "Sans, right?"

"Ah-... AH!! BROTHER, YOU JERK!" Sans stomped his foot before trying to punch his brother in the back. "You're suppose to be PROTECTING ME!"

"easy, easy-" Papyrus laughed, holding him back by his skull and looking to Ruka. "ya see th'shit I gotta deal wit', Ruka? he abuses m' s'much, haha..."

"Ohhhh, such a handful, I bet..." Ruke chuckled into her paw. "Well... Sans, how about we try again? I'm Ruka, and the reason why my belly is so big is because it's full of unborn babies who will be due soon. And because I have so many, it's very tough for me to move around... I do thank you for being so sweet to tell me I would be a target, even though I was a stranger to you before."

Sans felt his cheeks flush- He wasn't WORRIED over her! How dare she think that- He just- UGH! THIS MONSTER!

"Did you know rabbit monsters are the fastest to reproduce in the Queens Section?" She began, that smiling staying on her face. "And we are to produce the strongest little bunnies for her Majesty... Only the purest Monsters can make up for the Love, Compassion, and Kindness that was forcefully taken from us by the Humans we all rightfully hate."

Sans tensed up, but gave her an odd look... "You-... You don't consider us humans?..."

"Why would I?" Ruka tilted her head some. "You both are obviously not humans... I've never seen their bones walk! It's usually a sign that they've died!" She smiled warmly.

Both of the brothers relaxed for once... Many don't tend to see them like that; Other monsters had ridiculed them for being what they are, despite the obvious powers they possess and the soul that thrums in their chest.

"So... You-... Make babies and they form in your belly?" Sans spoke with caution, careful to step towards Ruka yet held his brothers pant leg in his new nerves. "...How do you do it? What process do you take? And uhm... You said they were-... M-moving?"

Ruka beamed at Sans new curiosity, nodding with pride. "Yes! Here, you boys are free to feel them move; Ahg- They kick like the dickens..." She groaned to a particularly heavy kick.

Papyrus watched as Sans was the first to make the move; Slowly, Hesitantly, Sans reached... Kept looking up at Ruka, like this was still some sort of a trick, that maybe she would turn and do-... Something no sooner he would touch her.

As Sans little hand rested on Rukas stomach, he shut his sockets tight; Waiting for anything to happen...

...Thump...

Sans sockets fluttered open as he felt movement indeed hit his hand. Quick to look at Ruka in amazement, Ruka only smiled back that tender smile reserved only for mothers to give.

Sans and Papyrus learned many things that day; How many a Rabbit could produce in one setting, how many times they could get pregnant within the year, and how long they have their youngest until they were taken either for the Queens Army or for more potential Mothers...

The boys became fond over Ruka after the next few weeks; Sans always made sure to go over and help the Soon-to-be-Mother(again) with anything she needed help with. All the chores, dinner preparations, and learned quite a few tricks with detail cleaning and hacks Ruka loved to do with particularly hard stains...

General Li and Alphys were soon introduced; Quickly enjoying the rabbits company in this small community they lived in. It was hard to find such kind natured Monsters, harder yet to find a like-minded family so close that the kids all got along...

Or, mostly got along.

But, like all things...

It wouldn't last much longer.