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EVERY WALKER I KILL, THAT’S ONE LESS DANGEROUS THING OUT THERE.

an  independent ,  and  private  ALICIA CLARK  OF  AMC’S  FEAR THE WALKING DEAD. primarily  canon  with  a  canon  divergent  narrative.

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Open to mutuals and non-mutuals

Amidst the post-apocalyptic wasteland, Lily had learned one thing the hard way: trust was a luxury she couldn't afford. The world had fallen to the ravages of a zombie apocalypse, and the few survivors she had encountered had often proven to be as dangerous as the undead themselves.

Lily moved silently through the decaying cityscape, her senses on high alert. Her trusty combat knife was never far from her hand, a constant reminder of the harsh reality she faced. She had seen humanity's darker side too many times, and it had made her cautious.

As she cautiously rounded a corner, she came face to face with another survivor. He was armed and appeared just as wary as she was. Their eyes met, and a tense standoff ensued.

Lily spoke first, her voice laced with caution. "Don't come any closer.

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𐔌 、toji　ﾉ　a ruthless assassin finds you at the worst possible moment but instead of silencing you, he decides to keep you, worming his way into your life with obsession, violence, and a twisted hunger that turns your fear into desire 𓈒　◟

cw: dubconノCNC roleplay ノ obsession ノ explicit content ノdark themes ϑϱ

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You didn’t mean to see it.

One wrong turn down an alley to dodge the buzz of a Friday night crowd, one flicker of movement caught in the corner of your eye, and suddenly you were rooted in place. Your breath caught mid-inhale. The earbuds still piped some lazy indie tune into your ears, but your brain tuned it out. Because there, bathed in the jaundiced glow of a flickering streetlamp, stood him.

Toji Fushiguro.

You didn’t know his name then—just the shape of him, tall and built like a panther, scarred and heavy-lidded like he was bored with the world even as he tore it apart. His blade had already cut deep. The man slumped in front of him was barely gurgling, torn open from collar to gut, blood steaming in the cold air.

You’d gasped. Too loud.

Toji’s head snapped toward you.

Predator. Nothing human in the way his gaze pinned you to the bricks. You tried to move, tried to pull back into the shadows, but your feet were stone, your hands trembling like they didn’t belong to you. One step. Two. You almost made it.

Then he moved.

No noise. Just a blur, a shift in shadow and steel and suddenly he was there, towering over you, body so close you could feel the heat rolling off him. Rain clung to his black tee, plastered against the ridges of his chest, his arms smeared with blood—some his, most not.

“Well,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous, like distant thunder. “Aren’t you a curious little mouse.”

Your back hit the wall. Cold brick bit through your coat. His hand slapped against the wall beside your head, caging you in. His other hand? Still held the blade. Crimson dripped from its edge, trailing down to spatter the ground at your feet.

“I shouldn’t let you leave,” he said flatly. His gaze dropped down your face, over your heaving chest, down to your shaking thighs like he was reading a menu, deciding which course to start with. “But I’ve been bored lately.”

That was when the fear changed.

Because he wasn’t angry. Wasn’t rushing to silence you. No—he was smiling. Like your fear was delicious, like he was savoring every twitch of your muscles, every shallow breath, every time your eyes darted toward the exit behind him that you’d never reach.

“I think I’ll keep you,” he said, and that smile widened.

And that was just the beginning.

You didn’t tell anyone. Who would believe you?

Toji started appearing everywhere. At the café where you worked—leaning against the counter like he belonged there, sipping bitter black coffee, staring at you over the rim. On your walk home, just a flash of him in the corner of your eye, leaning against a lamppost, following without a word.

Sometimes you'd come home and something was off. The door unlocked. A mug moved. Your underwear drawer slightly ajar.

Your heart would pound, throat tightening, skin crawling with the electric knowledge that he’d been there. Maybe watching you sleep. Maybe touching your things.

One night, you stepped out of the shower and found him already inside your apartment. Sitting on your couch like it was his. Shirt discarded, scarred chest gleaming in the lamplight. His eyes slowly crawled down your wet, towel-wrapped body.

“You really need better locks,” he drawled.

Your scream never made it out.

He played with you.

Touching you like it was a game. A hand at your throat, not squeezing—just resting there, possessive. Fingertips dragging along your thigh under the table in public. A whisper against your neck: You like this, don’t you?

You told yourself you hated him. That this was wrong. That the flutters in your stomach were fear, not desire.

But every time he cornered you, pressed you against a wall, breathed into your ear how fucking tight your thighs were trembling, how your scent was getting sweeter every time he showed up—you hated how wet you were.

You told yourself to run.

But when he pinned you to your bed that first time, knee forcing your legs apart, hand fisted in your hair, cock dragging heavy and hard against your thigh—you didn’t say no.

He didn’t undress you gently. He tore. Fabric split. Lace snapped. You should have fought harder, but your body betrayed you. Moaning when he dragged his teeth along your neck. Arching when his fingers pushed into your panties and found how soaked you already were.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, eyes narrowing. “You’re dripping. Filthy little thing.”

He grinned like a beast and pushed two fingers inside you without warning, deep and slow, curling until your knees buckled.

“You scared?” he murmured.

You shook under him, tried to nod, but your hips lifted, grinding down onto his hand. He laughed. A low, satisfied sound.

“Then why’s your pussy sucking me in like she wants more?”

He fucked you like it was a claim.

Bent you over your own kitchen counter. Gripped your throat while he shoved his cock inside you so deep your scream came out strangled. Told you to keep your eyes open while he ruined you on your own sheets.

“Look at me when you cum,” he growled, sweat dripping from his chest onto your skin. “Look at who owns this cunt now.”

You did. And you hated how you shattered for him. Hated how your orgasm ripped through you like a storm the moment he bit your shoulder, his thrusts brutal, relentless.

Afterward, he didn’t leave. Just laid back and pulled you onto his chest, like your trembling was something he liked feeling.

“I should gut anyone who looks at you,” he murmured into your hair. “But then I wouldn’t get to see your face when you beg me to stop and cum all over me anyway.”

You didn’t say a word.

You just pressed your face into his skin and hated how your thighs squeezed around his.

Weeks passed.

You didn’t know when the fear turned into something else. Some nights you still woke up gasping, unsure if you were alone, terrified to reach for the light.

Other nights, you laid awake waiting for the door to creak open. For that low voice to fill the dark. For rough hands and sharp teeth and the brutal ache of being split apart by a man who used you like a doll and touched you like a worshipper.

He trained you. Conditioned you. A kiss if you obeyed. A hand between your legs if you didn’t scream. A reward for cumming when he said you could. Punishment when you defied him—a slap to the thigh, a harsh fuck against the wall, your wrists bound in your own pantyhose.

You should have broken.

But you bloomed instead.

Soft sighs turned to gasps. Gasps to moans. Moans to whimpers for more. For him.

One night, he brought you to the mirror.

Bent over the sink, cheek pressed to the cold glass, your eyes locked with your reflection as he took you from behind, hand fisted in your hair, the other squeezing your breast so hard it ached.

“You see that?” he snarled in your ear, hips pistoning into you. “That’s the face of a good little toy. You’re mine now. Say it.”

You hesitated.

He slapped your ass so hard you cried out.

“Bark, dog.”

“I’m yours,” you gasped. “I’m yours, Toji.”

He growled. Came deep inside you. Didn’t stop fucking you until you came too, sobbing and biting your own arm to keep from screaming too loud.

He never let you forget.

“You belong to me,” he’d whisper. In public, in private, in your dreams. “You breathe because I let you. You cum when I say. You exist for me.”

And the worst part?

You started to believe it.

You started to want it.

Toji Fushiguro didn’t need to kill you to erase who you were.

He just rewrote you.

With his hands. His voice. His cock.

And now, when you hear his footsteps outside your door—you open it.

Because he owns you.

And you fucking love it.

[dezertvideogames]

The Subnautica of other fears

Subnautica is a game infamous for it's almost all ocean planet, underwater worldbuilding, and deep sea gameplay. It's also the bane of all thalassaphobia peeps.

So here's the subnautica of other phobias

Claustrophobia Fear of Tight/Cramped Spaces - The Forest Series : After a plane crash leaves you stranded in a strange forests, something increasingly becomes... wrong. The caves around don't help.

Scopophobia Fear of being watched or the center of attention - Brighter Day : A weirdcore horror game where something is definitely watching you and definitely following you.

Entomophobia/Arachnophobia - Grounded : You play a group of kids who are stuck in a "honey I shrunk the kids" incident. They are forced to venture across their yard, and survive the various common insects around.

Megalophobia Fear of very very very big things - The Utility Room : An experience. More of an experience then a game and fever dreamish, worth it, and mysterious all the way. It's almost as if the universe accidentally left one strange dev room behind.

Nyctophobia Fear of darkness - Amnesia: The Bunker (from the Amnesia series) : It's a first-person survival horror. You play a French man trapped in a bunker during WW1, while being hunted by something inside its darkness.

Autophobia Fear of being/feeling alone - Firewatch : You work in a national park in order to watch out for fires. Traveling across the Wyoming wilderness takes a complicated turn.

Hemophobia Fear of blood or bleeding - Iron Lung : What awaits you in the deep of a strange moon. Trapped in a submarine you have no choice but to find out.

Amaxophobia Fear of car accidents or being run over - Decimate Drive : After freeing yourself from a kidnapping, the world you wake up to is full of hostile cars.

Final Boss Games:

Lethal Company

Fun with friends :D

Genre: Indie Comedy Horror

Takes place on alien planets in outerspace

It's multiplayer, and very fun, but as soon as it hits the fan the sound design works hard to immerse you in the sudden loneliness. The games sound design is one the major players of Lethal Company's fear. As soon as a friend walks away the proximity chat teaches you just how separated you now are.

Before you know it you have had something unfriendly following behind you, and finally finding the silhouette of a friend in the dark you are betrayed by the creatures of the Lethal Company universe.

Fear of Darkness

Fear of Loneliness

Fear of Being Watched

Fear of Outerspace

The Metro Series

Genre: Survival Horror Shooter

You play the beautiful and amazing Artyom Chynornyj in the post-apocalyptic world of Metro. Developed by Ukrainians and based off the Russian book series + Polish fanon writing community.

The world of Metro is unfair and unforgiving, full of mutated creatures, and the leftover souls that the destruction of humanity left in it's wake. Crawl across the underground of Russian cities, or panic across the even more dangerous world of the destroyed above.

Fear of Darkness

Fear of Wild Animals

Fear of Deep Water

Fear of Ghost/The Supernatural

Fear of Insects/Spider

Fear of Heights

Fear of Dead Bodies

Fear of the Cold

No Man's Sky

The scariest game I've ever played. I don't know why, but this game freaks me out. I know the picture I chose was harmless, but I did that on purpose.

This game is beautiful, but don't let that fool ya. This world will leave you no hesitation lost in the unpredictable randomly generated horrors of space. From planet that are all water, to colossus creatures you see for only a split second, to the infinite colorless expanse of space.

Megalphobes and astrophobes, this is your subnautica

Fear of Outerspace

Fear of Darkness

Fear of Cramped Spaces

Fear of the Unknown

Fear of Very Very Very Big Things

Fear of Deep Water

Fear of Loneliness

Fear of Caves

Fear of the Supernatural

[stareiiez]

𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬

sylus x female reader.

content : adult cis female reader. love and deepspace. indie portrayal of sylus. suggestive content. luke and kieran appearance! sex references. drinking. smut in later chapter. MDNI. 4.3k words. proof read to the best of my tired eyes.

note: returning just to post this! college and homework has had me busy and focused on other things!! sorry! this is just part one of this sylus one shot! part two is where it'll really ! get! juicy :) hope y'all like drunk sex.

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Your first-ever date with the leader of the Onychinus was something you didn't ever picture.

Being kidnapped and forced to stay with your kidnapper who wanted you to resonate with him so badly for whatever reason he didn't feel inclined to reveal to you or his henchmen; was never something you pictured to happen in all of your lives of living. To put the cherry on top of it, said kidnapper had made a date for you too to partake in.

Sylus, the man who kidnapped you and now the bane of your annoyance, had invited you out to this date. The way he even ' asked you out ' had been through both Luke and Kieran bursting into your room. Luke had parted the thick blackout curtains to let glorious shades of gold and yellows of morning sunlight stream into your room, and perfectly hit the folds of your eyelids. You groaned in response, an arm falling over your eyes to save you from blinding yourself. Kieran took the liberty of yanking away plush blankets and satin sheets away from your warm body with a grumble of ' get up.' leaving his mouth.

" Boss has plans for you!" Luke chirped, sliding to his twin's side. Cool pointy fingertips prodded at the cheeks of your face in insistent pokes. Sylus decided to announce his plans to the twins at the crack of dawn and make them wake you early so you wouldn't forget. Lovely.

" Tell your ' boss ' I don't care." Your voice is muffling into your plush pillow when you roll over onto your stomach and hide your face and morning breath into its soft material. One of your hands reaches blindly behind you for the blankets that Kieran pulled off your bed.

" Can't, he won't be back till later. Come on lazy bones, let's get up and be ready for the day." Luke chirps again, his fingers pinching at the swell of your calves sharply. Your skin flushes red and stings lightly, no matter how hard you try to wriggle out from his persistent fingers, you still manage to get pinched into giving in and rising from your bare mattress.

Your eyes sag at the corners, exhaustion still present on your face. Your hair is askew in some parts and matted in other parts of your skull. First, you look like you slept and woke up like the dead. Grumpy and craving more shut-eye. '

"Yeesh." Kieran comments. His hidden eyes look at you and your rumpled sleep clothing up and down. Luke nods in silent agreement.

You yawn, and a hand runs through your knotted hair. Not sparing either twin a rebuttal to their judgement, and Luke's faux fear of the smell of morning breath when you walk past both to meander to the luxuriously large themed bathroom of your bedroom. It's not like you're a morning person. You could have sworn Sylus assumed it when he spotted you late one night, in his floor-to-ceiling library; perusing the expanse of perfectly kept novels for you to read by the fireplace. Maybe this was just his way of driving another thorn, including the hundreds he's embedded into your skin, into your side just for amusement. Mephisto would have been the first to tell him how pissed off you were this morning to be woken up at the first light.

Another yawn stretched your jaw wide as you cranked on the hottest temperature of water you could handle and peeled off the satin sleep set Sylus had gifted you to wear to bed. Your eyes threatened to shut under the steamy stream of water from the rain showerhead. You were so warm, unfortunately wet, but so warm and comfortable under the gentle stream.

Hot water dripped down in tantalizing rivulets down your shoulders and back, head bowing down to tuck your chin towards your chest. Your weight swayed back and forth ever so slightly before you would catch yourself from leaning too far to one side. You could have started to fall back asleep standing up if it wasn't for the thundering rounds of knocking from the twins once again. Four sets of strong knuckles rapping against thick black wood was the sound of gunshots to your sensitive ears. A yelp escaped your lips, feet jumping and threatening to slip out from underneath your body when you were startled awake for the second time this morning. You rapidly blinked water out of your eyes.

"Hey! Did you die? Breakfast is getting cold." Luke's muffled voice called out. "You've been in there for almost an hour, you're not a plant." Have you been in there that long? Perhaps you did end up falling asleep in the shower after all. A woman of many talents.

The rest of your shower was done rather quickly. The sweet scent of expensive soaps and shampoos followed you to breakfast. Your hair was still wet and clinging to the soft fabric of your hunter's shirt when you arrived for breakfast. The grumbling of your stomach and the constant half-baked fear that Luke and Kieran would burst into your room to bother you one more time had left you rushing through the halls of Sylus's home just to eat.

Breakfast and even lunch passed by without much trouble from the twins once you gave in to their cumbersome ways of making sure you ate plenty. Lunch was quiet, only you sat at the end of Sylus's extensive dining room table. The air about the dining room seemed lonely, way too lonely for you to shovel another bite of one of the delectable foods made specifically to your palate's tastes. No matter how much you tried to coerce the butler to sit with you, every time he came to refill the multiple glasses of water and or juices, he always denied your pleas to sit and join you with a simple smile and a shake of his head. The tails of his petticoat and the clipping of shiny shoes on the cold tile made you realize that you had nobody. You were a prisoner locked away in a remote fancy prison cell, while the guards that watched over you pretended to be your friends so that you could warm up to their big bad boss.

Your fork twirled between your fingers, her cheek propped on your other hand as you gazed out of the floor-to-ceiling window. The views of the N109 zone stared back at you with its gleaming lights and ominous red fog that seemed to settle as a skyline for the dangerous city. The warm rays of the afternoon sun didn't affect the eerie look of the cold-looking skyscrapers. Daylight didn't belong in a zone that held nothing but crime and dark things that humanity wouldn't think twice about committing.

"Why so sad, kitten? Missing me already?" A dark timber voice practically rattled your eardrums. Whoever spoke to you, was so close you could smell nothing but expensive cologne, the sharp notes of red wine, and clean leather. Sylus.

"You wish. " You mumble, brows furrowing at the ends to portray your frustration even if Sylus can see your blush-ridden cheeks. You look so cute trying to play off your embarrassment.

Sylus's brows raise, and his pretty red lips turn into a shit-eating smirk that doesn't wipe away from his features even when he takes a step back and stands to the full height of his stature. His right hand extends out towards you. "Let's go. We have lots to do today, kitten."

You eye his hand, lips puffed out into a pout for a second till you sigh. Brows relax and your shoulders drop with the air that leaves your lungs. You accept his hand wordlessly, letting him pull you to your feet. He doesn't waste any time pulling you along after him and his long-legged strides. The clip of his expensive shoes and the faster clacks of your steps trying to catch up to him tenfold fill the empty halls of the base.

"When you said we had-- "

air quotes are given sarcastically with your fingers.

" lots to do today."

end air quote.

" You didn't mention we'd be dealing with him again." Your hands gesture out, dramatically motioning to the tall and strongly built all-midnight black Alhal-Teke horse that was one of Sylus's prized possessions. His tail swished at non-existent flies that buzzed over his gorgeous sleek body. Horse poop, sweat and sawdust floated in the breeze, irritating your sinuses enough to sniffle every now and then.

The stallion regarded you with a frill of his nostrils, blowing hot hay-scented air at your face. He was so pleased to see you too. Glad the feeling was mutual.

After the last encounter with the stubborn animal made up to be called a horse, you had the pleasure of knowing firsthand what it was like to attempt to tame his master afterward. Needless to say, you couldn't quite look at Sylus in the eye for a few days after. The vivid dreams of the rich leather of both collar and whip still haunted your senses in your sleep. The sharp intake of breath and shuddery exhale Sylus let out as the only noises he ever granted you when you traced up and down the expanse of his chest and abdomen with the cropping whip. You shivered visibly in the warm air. Goosebumps raced up your arms at the echoes of Sylus's voice, promising you to ke

Your head shakes from side to side, ridding you of such dark and unclean thoughts. You shouldn't reminisce now, not in front of such curious red eyes that watch your every move with precise calculations. The ends of his lips curl upwards in a minute smirk like he can sense what you're thinking about. Annoying.

"Are you testing me again on how to tame a horse again? I thought we were over this." With subtly laced pink cheeks, you turn your gaze from eyeing the ornery horse to gazing at Sylus. Your hands plant onto your hips.

"Silly kitty." Sylus purrs down at you like you were a wide-eyed child. His tone was slightly patronizing yet the strangest inkling of unnerving comfort. His eyes flick towards the sounds of approaching hoof steps and another set of boots crunching dirt under the soles.

A stablekeeper, you guess, walks up to the two of you. In a pristinely kept white glove, leather reins gently pull a snowy white horse to follow the steps of the unknown man. Braided mane and tail swish with every step shiny black hooves take. Needless to say, the horse looks unreal; like every pretty princess pony young girls dream about owning when they're little.

"Right on time," Sylus says once the stablekeeper comes to a stop at his side. The reins of the white horse are held out to you wordlessly, a polite smile in greeting is on the man's mouth. "Take them, I'm going easy on you this time."

You glance at the snowy white horse, unlike the headstrong and stubborn demon incarnate stallion that Sylus adorns with soft pats and low coos to please the black stallion. The other horse is kind-looking, pretty long white lashes blink delicately at you. Piebald eyes of brown and blue watch you with no harmful intent, only slight curiosity about who you are and what exactly you smell like. She was the yin to the stallion's yang. Two drastic differences between light and dark.

"Her name is Lucero," Sylus says when you finally accept the reins from the stablekeeper's hands, and he departs as he comes. Quiet. "Luce for short if it's easier."

One of your hands reaches out, open palm face up so the mare could sniff you. Your lips curl upwards and a short giggle escapes at the tickling sensation of white horse whiskers sweeping over your hand. Hot hair blows over your hand in a friendly exhale, and Luce raises her dainty head. Shiny hooves take a few steps forward on her own to you, her muzzle bumps at your cheek. A friendly greeting, something you wish could have happened when you met Sylus's horse.

"Good, she likes you. Let's mount up, we have a little while to go before sunset." Sylus interrupts the bonding moment of rider and horse by placing a riding helmet onto your head so quickly you don't even get a moment to protest at being able to buckle your helmet yourself because he does it for you. The strap borderline chokes you from how tight he tugged at the helmet straps, but it's better safe than sorry for riding three-ton animals.

He wastes no time in swinging himself onto the sleek leather English saddle. His helmet crushes his hair to his head. A riding crop, perhaps the same one you dreamed of using on him, is tucked neatly into his armpit. He looks so natural atop the steed.

You follow suit. Swinging yourself effortlessly into the sun warmed riding saddle, the reins held between your hands. Your brows lift quizzically at him. "Where are we even go-- hey!" Sylus doesn't give you the chance to finish your question, both rider and mount are cantering away; not bothering to look over his shoulder to see if you're following behind because of course, you are.

With a clicking of your tongue and a squeeze of your calves to the round sides of the mare, you break into a matching stride to catch up and ride side by side with him.

There isn't much talking when it comes to the actual horseback riding. You doubt you would even have heard of the almost synchronized beating of horse hooves thudding along thigh-high grassy fields. Sylus seemed to be in his little world. You could swear your eyes saw the way his face softened and let himself exhale in contentment at the continuous rocking ups and downs of the stallion's gait. He wordlessly guided you both through the unmarked fields, the racing track already far behind you both, and through a pebble-riddled trickling brook of water then further into more grassy dips and curves of the land.

The spray of cool water droplets splashed onto your cheeks and clothes. You couldn't help but let out a gasp at the sudden cool sens

Sylus couldn't help but smile to himself at your reaction. The way your lips parted in a shocked ' O ' formation, your right hand parting from the leather reins to shield your face from another spray of cool water flying off the hooves of the stallion he rode. You looked so cute. Not cute, that wasn't the right wording to describe it in this angle and this exact moment of lighting. You looked . . ethereal? gorgeous? breathtaking?

"Beautiful." his words decided to flow from his mouth rather than stay rooted in the recesses of his brain. He spoke them into the universe and the slowly turning golden rays of sunbeams that kissed your cheeks and eyes when they flitted over to him. Your pupils are minuscule and swim in the lightened colors of your irises.

This was falling in love all over again. He felt this feeling before. In another body, in another time. In another century of dark demons and another girl that looked exactly like you with a slightly different name. But this was you, his pretty kitten.

Thankfully you couldn't hear him, the moment of his was cut short thanks to his stallion kicking out his hind legs; like he could sense Sylus' wandering thoughts and rounded eyes of warm syrupy adoration.

"Easy, boy. You're still cherished by me." A warm leather-bound hand patted the sweat-slicked neck of the horse.

The horses slowed to an easy trot when the fields of green grew even longer blades of grass that tickled at the bottoms of your boots. They'd come up to your waist, or tops of your thighs once you would slide off the horses. Finally, since it was quiet enough to talk amid the heavy snorts of winded horses. Your head turns to fully address Sylus with your previous question.

"So, where are we going? Or is this just an act to finally get rid of me since we can't resonate?" Half teasing the leader. You let a brow raise. If that was true? What a serene way to go out, not that you wouldn't die fighting. But you couldn't ask for a better place of scenery to draw in your final breath.

"Up there, don't you see it?" Sylus gestures up ahead with a gloved palm, where dips and rises of the fields finally swell to a gentle incline of a grassy hill. A large oak tree sits rooted in the rich soil.

A deep crimson-colored blanket lays strewn on the ground under the cooling shade of the tree. Adorning the blanket was an expensive bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket. An array of meats, berries, sweet chocolates, crackers, and cheeses sit on a carved board of wood. A small container containing a few slices of rich cake consisting of differing flavors and frostings sat in the middle of the large board of wood. Faux candle lights are scattered around the borders of the blanket, giving little light to set an intimate mood for the two of you. Who knew the man was into finger foods? Not you.

Your breath catches, unknowing that your eyes rounded in awe when you two rode closer to the supposed romantic scene Sylus went out of his way to prepare. Was this the plan the twins awoke you for so early? Did they help their boss pick out cute charcuterie foods to share between you two while gazing into each other's eyes? Your cheeks warm at the scene playing in your head of the three men, consulting in the large kitchen back at the Onichynus base. Discussing what foods were trending that couples were eating together, and where exactly would be a good setting to enjoy it.

"Sylus--" Your words fall out breathlessly, oblivious to how the male had reached over to grasp at the reins of your horse with one hand; and with the other, he steered his stallion around the less steep side of the hill to ride on. Your fingers blindly reach out to bat at his large hand, you can steer yourself even if you're in mild shock.

Another ploy just to gain your trust? Maybe, but you somewhat doubt the intention behind this impromptu picnic. Sylus slides out of his saddle when the two of you crest the top of the hill, his right-hand goes to reach up between his horse's ears to pull the English bridle off. The stallion snorts, shaking his long elegant mane of midnight, dark eyes blink at your mare; seemingly waiting for you to slide off and unbridle her so they can graze together in peace.

Sylus moves to your side, one hand reaching out to offer his help; the other unbridling the snowy mare with the ease of his skilled fingers. You don't turn his hand down, not that you have a choice because he takes your hand in his anyway even when you hesitate to accept such help. He's pulled you down from your saddle with enough force to have you tumbling into his arms and bumping into his strong chest. The smell of wine and rich leather only gets stronger with the proximity.

"Must I do everything for you? You make me feel like I'm your caretaker right now." His chest rumbles against yours, his voice quiet. Words whispering darkly against the shell of your ear. Even if he was taunting you, you wouldn't be able to properly comprehend it. Not when you catch his eyes lowering to the curve of your jaw and sweeping along the pout of your lips.

He takes extra long to undo the buckle of your riding helmet, his pinky and ring finger stroking along the small bump of your chin with feather-like touches that make your skin twitch pleasantly.

Sylus retracts, tucking both helmets under an arm each he strides to the picnic spread. The helmets are placed down at a spare corner of the blanket with such care, then join them by sitting down in one free spot on the blanket. His long legs are tucked languidly together, while he reaches for the bottle of champagne.

The ends of his lips quirk upwards when you take the glass from him, and bring the tart but fizzy alcohol to your lips for a long sip. The bubbles make your nose tingle, you can feel them in your sinuses. To Sylus, you look so cute he could push you down and eat you whole right here. The sweet little picnic he and the twins laid out ahead of time would be forgotten, the main course and sweet desserts would be every inch of your body.

Instead, he sweeps his arm out to you; another invitation for you to indulge yourself while he picks at the food like a bird would. He's more like Mephisto than you even know. Your legs fold underneath you, sitting across from the male. One hand still holding your half-full glass of bubbly, the other reaching for a crisp slice of bread that's smeared with salty homemade butter. It tastes like heaven on your tingling tastebuds. You chew thoroughly, eyes flicking shyly to avoid Sylus's intense gaze and watch the two horses standing side by side grazing in contentment.

What a picture-perfect view. In Sylus's eyes once again, the light illuminates your side profile in a sunkissed golden hue. The shine of golden rays on your hair makes you look like a halo is forming above your head. An angel is in the presence of a monstrous demon of a man, who watches the precious creature with a dark possessive light in his pupils.

His flute of champagne rises to his lips. The alcohol is drained in a matter of two gulps, and his glass is being refilled in no time. You're oblivious to his staring, seemingly still uncomfortable with trying to fill the caverns of silence that radiate in the air between you two. You pick at the charcuterie board, grabbing at one of the fruits that are sweetened with a thin coating of powdered sugar on top.

"Penny for your thoughts?" You quip, your voice trying not to break when you turn to meet those sharp vermillion eyes eyeing the tart strawberry you hold to your lips. His eyes are hawklike over the rim over the glass's rim.

Instead of answering the shitty excuse of small talk, Sylus quirks one brow upward. He reaches out one of his hands to grasp at your wrist and yanks you forward hard enough to send you careening forward onto your knees and into his personal space. Your hand that held the strawberry is held in a grip that screams you shouldn't pull away from him without risking your shoulder or elbow popping. His damp lips brush over the bend of your fingers, and his warm breath fans over the back of your hand in a slow exhale. You can't help but let the flush of pretty pink and rose to stain the apples of your cheeks when Sylus hums down at you.

His lips parted to reveal the glimmering white teeth that remind you of a predator's. He could lunge forward and sink those pretty teeth that smile in those unfortunate businessmen's faces before he rips them apart. Whether with his mouth or evol, he would be your undoing; and currently one of them is teasing the tips of your fingers when he sinks them into the berry for a bite. Red juice trickles down the plump bow of his bottom lip, then runs off the sharp edge of his chin. Sin incarnate is showing in the way Sylus maintains eye contact when he pulls back, chewing the sweet and semi-tart strawberry with red staining his skin. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip to catch stray berry juice and you feel chills run down your spine from the sight.

He doesn't wipe his chin, perhaps he likes it messy like that. It fits him. His eyes twinkle in knowing that he has you trying to suppress the urge to shiver weakly at something so innocent. After all, he does have the right to share this spread of food with you, this was his plan after all.

But how the hell can you last the rest of your time here, when he keeps looking at you like that?

[d1s1ntegrated]

going absolutely feral over your streamer shiggy posts 🙏 pls never stop making them I love your writing so much ♡

- 🧸 anon

streamer!shigaraki pt2- drunk gaming

yeah bro needs to get hammered, this is the move

cw: language, emet. mention (i promise no real thr-wing up cause im lowk. scared but im trying to get over the fear slowly), general disgusting loser boy activities, tbh drunk!shiggy is a literal slob imo and its cute, bro has no social skills, loseraki!!!!!!!

"okay chat, its drunk horror night"

he'd mostly play point and click horror, a lot of indie stuff too

especially if he's drinking, cause his coordination goes OUT THE DOOR

he's a lightweight <3

bro has no decorum when he's drunk either he's a mess actually

he's taking shots of cheap whiskey and chasing w ginger ale

"chat i'm not gonna throw up"

"WHAT IS THAT" (loudest scream ever at every jumpscare)

"chat i might throw up"

"this is so disgusting" he says, shooting back his third

"okay time to lock in" *dies*

has to restart the same level four times

chat is getting increasingly infuriated bc he keeps missing very blatant clues

"BRO PLS U KEEP WALKING BY BATTERIES UR FLASHLIGHT IS DEAD BRO"

"chat is this guy fucking with me. where are the batteries."

"for the last time, im NOT playing roblox"

hops on roblox

plays dti for one round and ends up nearly crying bc his fit was voted last

uninstalls roblox on stream

"fuck you guys you dont know what art nouveau even means" (neither does he)

bro is a hiccupper when hes drunk so chat clowns on him

"my face is flushed? no thats just my eczema"

he's playing hatsune miku in the background and singing along poorly

"guys if i throw up on stream will i get banned"

a resounding yes from chat btw

"someone in chat posted the crisis hotline website link?"

"AND A LINK TO 'AA NEAR ME'????????"

"guys do you think if i dm markiplier he'll say yes to streaming with me"

"if i was a furry i think my fursona would be....probably a fennec fox or something..."

insert 45-minute rant about fursonas

"wait why are we talking about furries"

forgets he's streaming for like twenty minutes and goes silent.

leaves the room for fifteen minutes

comes back with buttered noodles

"OH SHIT"

[jundlcndwastes]

☆ ───── you taught me the courage of stars before you left

august & juniper wolfhart. a father/daughter smuggling duo featured on jundlcndwastes, a multi muse oc featured in the star wars rpc. multiple verses are available.

[untilthcyrot]

❝ We fear nothing, we are free. We need no words, we are free. We embrace all death, we are free. This is the end of the world. Now is the end of the world. We are the end of the world. ❞

[nickssidewitch]

👾🕹️ List of Games the Triplets Should Play if They Stream Again 🕹️👾

Can y’all share this everywhere if you like my list because I’m sick of Fortnite-only streams and I damn well do not want to constantly see Roblox…

Obviously no hate to Fortnite because yass kings grind 😤💪🏾‼️. But like… let’s switch it up a lil’ bit, boys. Get sexy idk.

Horror🔪

💉 Outlast: Horror. Thee scariest game on this list!!! Great story, but even if you’re not interested in the story, the gameplay is interesting and nostalgic. May be a bit jumpscare-y at times. Not too much gore, but enough to make the spine tingle.

🧸 Five Nights at Freddy’s: Horror. Honestly, I highly doubt they’d actually play this because it’s probably the second scariest game on this list and they don’t seem like they could handle it. But, a one-off stream of this game would be nice idk. If they do, I’d suggest the first and second ones because they are good, Otherwise, the third one is ass, and the fourth one is way too scary. The other installments are forgettable (no shade 🥱).

🌙 Little Nightmares: (Mild) Horror. One of my personal favorite games. Right amount of scares, but definitely nothing like Outlast or FNAF. The main character is literally the cutest little thing!

🌺 Poppy Playtime: Horror. Similar to FNAF in the sense that you’re in a world where childhood characters come to life wnd become murderous villains, but the story is incredibly unique and eye-catching. There are a few Gaming YouTuber surprises in there as well.

🩸 Fears to Fathom series: Horror. This series is an indie gaming community favorite! Real-life people sent in submissions of their actual true experiences, and the developer made each story into actual games! I love the simple retro feel of the design, and the stories are very intriguing especially since they are all true stories.

🧟‍♂️ The Walking Dead: Horror, Story, Action, Adventure, Apocalyptic. The hype for this game never dies (imo)! Matt would absolutely fall in love with this story and its characters!! I feel like it would definitely cement his love for TWD as a whole. And if he ever played the Michonne DLC?? omg. Someone get this man to play TWD! Chris and Nick would love it too I feel.

Story 📖

📸 Life Is Strange: Story. A story-based decision game series. You play as young adults who have special powers that develop through difficult life experiences. Each game delves into different aspects of sexuality, love, mental health, and other real-life experiences. I’d like if they played only the first one, but the other games are also pretty cool if they like the first story.

🌄 Until Dawn: Horror, Story. A story-based decision game set u like a classic “cabin in the woods” thriller… with a twist. There’s a new remake as well, so that adds a bonus point to the overall enjoyment and the hype of the experience.

🤖 Detroit Become Human: Story, Sci-Fi. I know the hype for this game is gone, but I need it! The world is set in the future where robots and androids roam the Earth amongst humans. It’s such a great story with great graphics. And every single one of the choices matter. I feel like they’d genuinely enjoy it if they immersed in it.

😷 The Last of Us: Horror, Sci-fi, Story. It’s the game that inspired the TV show. I personally think the game is better than the show, but I digress. Great story, the best characters with such various traits.

🐈 Stray: Adventure, Sci-fi, Puzzle. (This is more for Matt than anyone else lowkey highkey). You play as a stray cat, but it’s more than just a cat simulator— it’s a journey set in the future. Everyone, but especially Matt, would love this. Very great graphics. Pretty calm, but can definitely get the heart racing at times. Will pull at the heartstrings.

Miscellaneous 👾

🍄 Mario Kart / Mario Party: Multiplayer, Party. This is a given 🤷🏾‍♀️

☠️ Dead By Daylight: Multiplayer, Horror. When Nick’s computer is finally fixed, they can all play together and probably even get some friends (or play online).

💎 The Sims: Simulation. Honestly, this can be like a game they play ironically. 🤷🏾‍♀️ I just wanna see them argue about how to customize their characters.

🌚 Among Us: Multiplayer. They’ve played it before both online and with fans, but I’d love if they played some rounds that were more organized with real-life friends and maybe even their mods/subscribers on Twitch!

🔫 Call of Duty (any of them): Shooter, Action. Literally just wanna see how good they are since they were flexing in that one stream they did a while back. 😒 Like where’s the proof?

🤺 Mortal Kombat: Fighting, Action. Any of the recent additions. I don’t need Story Mode if they don’t care to know the lore! I just wanna see them beat tf outta each other 🤫 ! Nick playing as Mileena would be a gag! 🤷🏾‍♀️

🦸🏻‍♂️ Injustice 2: Fighting, DC Universe. It’s similar to Mortal Kombat, but just set in the DC universe with characters like Batman, Harley Quinn, etc. I think made by the same developers as MK? Wanna see them beat each other up.

🎰 Liar’s Bar: Multiplayer, Gambling (not actually, but—). You play as up to four characters. You get cards in your hands. It’s up to you whether you play truthfully, or lie and place whatever cards you want all without getting caught. And if you get caught, now you gotta survive a round of russian roulette. It’s actually so fun for a few rounds if you have a good party.

Please share this across platforms! I’d love that! I really wanna see them at least try some things from this list. It’d make my little gamer heart so happy 😭 And I’m sure the other fans who like videogames as well would agree.

And I’m sure the boys would definitely appreciate the ideas since they seem open to them. 🥰🤍

[vefanyar]

WIP Word Train!

What a cool meme, thank you for tagging me, @queerofthedagger, @polutrope and @amorbidcorvid!

Rules: tagger gives a word, then for each letter of that word you share an excerpt from your WIPs that start with that letter.

The word Mona gave me was HOME. Polu's was CAT and Shannon's was KIN. Excellent words, y'all. ♥

Mine, for you, is SWAN. I'm tagging @starspray, @independence1776, @idleleaves @saelind-edain and @misst1ff, and anyone else who wants to steal this!

This got long, so here's a cut. Also, please be aware that the first excerpt involves OC character deaths, it's the Nirnaeth.

HOME

H: Hithlas, an NB OC and the last survivor of Fingon's guard in the Nirnaeth, recalls how their lord died.

Hithlas cannot bring their feet to move. They plant them further into the pitted, pocked ground, see Eregil, who's lost his helmet in the fighting, crumple under a Balrog's whip, catch the smell of his ridiculously beautiful hair burning away. His scream is a brief, stifled thing before he stares sightlessly at nothing, and Fingon yells in fury and pain.  They are hunched over on all fours and try to crawl. Staying still to weep, somehow, seems worse than moving. Their hand slips off a cold body — — Rhíwann is flung away by a troll's club, her bones crunching under the chainmail, and does not rise again. Fingon, seizing the lance she dropped, springs at that troll guard, dives under its guard and fells it, forcing the lance clean through its chest. There is no economy or calculation to his fight now beyond wrath and the desire to take down as many foes as he can. It is as if he knows that the field is already lost.

O: From a WiP with the working title "Matter of Song".

One step, then another. It had been long since he had had a pack to carry, longer still since he had carried a brother - that had been the Havens of Sirion, the dead Ambarussar, leaden and heavy as he brought them to their pyre. Before that, Celegorm, Caranthir, Curufin. He had not carried Maedhros, who had made his own fiery end. 

M: The infamous Maglor whump AU. Maglor is the BAMF who just walks into Angband.

Makalaurë entered into the dark just as an outcry arose from the three joined hosts behind him, one thundering shout in unison like a melody, an outpouring of grief and fear and pride, a farewell. He heard the hiss of swords being drawn in a final salute of what had been, but did not turn. "Makalaurë King!" The shout fell, flat and echoless in the dead air.

E: Just some frame-narration vignette thingy about the origins of Sting, Glamdring and Orcrist.

Elrond had sent out word, and a woman had joined them in the council chamber, entering quietly and pulling the door shut behind her. She listened to the story of the blades' finding, then crossed to the table where Bilbo had placed his sword. Reaching out, her hand shook, but she took it regardless. She was small and petite for an Elf, and in her grasp it looked more imposing than it had in Elrond's before.  "Indeed," she confirmed. "It was my blade once upon a time, although I gave it away to a young boy whose nurse I was. Two Ages of the World ago, in a land that lies now under the waves, but perhaps one so rich in lore as yourself, Master Baggins, knows the name of Gondolin, the Hidden City of Turgon, and the story of her fall."

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CAT:

C: From a (probably stalled, lbr) WIP featuring Indis/Míriel/Nerdanel.

Curiously, she unfolded the sheet, surprised by the feel of it under her fingers. It had the appearance of parchment, but was like fabric to the touch. Indis finally understood who must have sent it, and that piqued her interest even more.

A: From (working title) "What May Be Mended", which I started spite-writing re: the treatment of Mirdania in the latter part of RoP Season 2.

A flicker kindled through Galadriel. Mirdania's lips tasted of clear water and smoke and opened to the touch of her tongue. Galadriel's hands came up to her hair, to the back of her head, holding her there only to release her when they were both desperate for air. "I shall mend you as you shall mend me," Galadriel whispered as they came apart, remembering what she had promised Mirdania and feeling the same need, bringing their lips together again. "Let us reject him and replace him with one another, so that henceforth he will hold no power over either of us. Come. Come to my tent with me, unless you would have someone disturb us."

T: From what's planned to be the first issue of "Tolkien' About Climate Change", my (eventual) column for the SWG newsletter.

This is applicability at its finest, and as far as I'm concerned, part of the beauty and timelessness of Tolkien's work. Looking at applicability for the phenomena in the Legendarium that can be connected to climate change strikes me as a much better jumping-off point for future columns. In short, we are back at the party game from the beginning, with a slight adjustment. It is Tolkien's storytelling that can serve as a tool for understanding real phenomena about climate change. Putting topics and phenomena from Tolkien's Legendarium in relation to climate change allows for many angles that I'm very much looking forward to exploring and discussing with you.

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KIN:

K: Maglor in Angband whump again. Maglor is rescued by someone unlikely. (No, I will not yet elaborate. >:D)

"Kanafinwë, little one, this will hurt you, but not for long now. I will be taking care of you and I will ensure that you are not so cruelly treated here ever again." Terrible as the voice had been a moment ago, it was soothing now, a liltingly soft Quenya that put him in mind of his father in his youth, when there had only been his parents, Maitimo and him. He was kissed on the brow, his hair smoothed back, and he curled, eventually, above the waving steps of his rescuer, into the leathery smith's apron he wore. It smelled familiar, of heated metal and fire, much like his childhood had. He resented that he could not bring himself to object to this moment of comfort.

I: From a drabble series I'm working on, Alphangil and Fingon get to reunite.

"I do not grudge you that Mandos kept you close so long. If it comforts you, I was rarely alone. Gil-galad was with me for a long time. He returned already and waits in Tirion to meet you. I had - and have - friends. And I knew this day would come." She did not say - not yet - how lonely she had been.

N: A post-Bragollach Fingon/Alphangil fic that negotiates the death of Fingolfin and Fingon's ascent to High Kingship. Fingon is having the time of his fucking life here.

"No. I do hate that he left me - us - his people. I hate that I have to take up the mantle of - of this, and pretend to have a strength and hope for a kingship that is not in me. If he lost hope, what am I to say or do, son and therefore lesser than him?" Alphangil reached out and tipped his head up. "Are you his son - or his shadow, Fingon? If you want to wear your father's crown, and wear it well, you must not look at his end."

That's that, thanks for sticking with my me and my entirely terrible and predictable sentence structures. Oof.

[imhereandexist]

[Part 5]

“Indigo, you need to come back home,” He heard as he ran and jumped through Green Hill. 

“No! I got to find mom!” He sped up and took a few of Eggman's robots out. “I know he is alive! I know it! I just need to find him!” 

“Indigo, Eggman has already sent out too many bots. If you don't get back, then all the efforts to save you will have been wasted.” 

“He isn't dead and I intend to find him!” Indigo jumped into the air and with careful aim from his bow. “Chaos Spear!” 

He charged the attack and launched the spears straight into a large group that lay ahead of him. It was too easy. Indigo landed and sped forward. He knew his mom wasn't dead. Sonic wasn't so easily taken out. There was no chance that Egghead took him out! He was recovering somewhere. Somewhere hidden far away from sight. His mom's quills under his dad's gloves always had some energy glowing about them. Dead quills didn't glow. It was a sign and while everyone else presumed Sonic was dead. His father and himself knew better. 

“Indigo,” Shadow's voice got him to stop running. “You need to come home. Please. Running around old haunts will yield the same result.” 

“But…Dad, he isn't…I can't…” 

“If we can't find him, then that means we need to find leads and right now, we don't have any kiddo.” 

“Dad, I can't just leave it like this! I was too weak…I wasn't strong enough. Now…mom may…” 

“Indigo, stop. Just come home, rest and we can tackle this as a team. But running around, wasting your energy will do no one any good.” Shadow gently stated. “And when we do find him, we will need all that to reach him.” 

“It isn't fair,” Indigo cried out as energy built up. “Mom should be here. I want mom back! I want him back!” 

The energy burst out and destroyed most of the area around him. Leaving him panting and crying as he kept his head down. He just couldn't believe that Eggman had managed to actually win. He took his mom down. Conquered Mobius and had people running underground or worse just to stay alive. They didn't even know how far this madman would go. Without Sonic running around, they all were trying to make up for the lost power. He ran into the one thing that had his guilt and fear bubble to the surface during the start of this. Infinite, a super weapon that could make illusions. He fooled everyone, but Sonic and Indigo. His father had multiple blue quills stuck inside among his black and red quills. The original quills under his left glove were still there as well. 

Sonic and him didn't fall for that illusion, but Infinite didn't seem to catch on. He didn't even know who he was. He wasn't sure how he knew that strange being, but the memories from before were too blurry to recall. Not that he wanted to. After a very short battle where his mom lost. He had to retreat with the rest. No one let him help his mom out and when he went back, Sonic was gone. Now, all he wanted to do was crawl into his quills like he did when he was younger; but he wasn't here. He was somewhere. 

“Indi,” Shadow's voice got him back to the present. “Please, come home. I can't keep you safe if you aren't here.” 

The call ended and he wiped a finger under his nose. This was war. He couldn't say it wasn't fair. War was never fair and Eggman never played fair. He took over, but the moment they got one inch. indigo would take it and run a mile. He just needed that chance. One moment to grab onto. It was possible and while he wasn't sure when it would happen. Something told him it was going to happen soon. He took a deep, shuddering breath before teleporting back to the Resistance Headquarters. Shadow was waiting for him. 

“...I couldn't find him…” Indigo looked at him, crying again. “I couldn't…I'm sorry..” 

Shadow let a sigh out and walked over to him, “you aren't to blame. You never were to blame.” He pulled him into a hug. “I know you miss him. I know it hurts, but he is alive. We just have to wait for a lead to find us.” 

“It's been six months. When? I want to crawl into his quills dad. I want to hear him, see him, race him…” Indigo held onto his dad. “I just…want him home.” 

His father didn't say anything, but he wasn't letting go either. No words could really cover how they felt. This war was rough and he knew it. What made this all worse was how people were treating Sonic's life. They didn't know about the quills, but with how many Shadow had. How did they not notice? Were they that blind? Did the weakly glowing blue quills not get seen? There was color blind and then there was blind. Shadow gently pushed him back. 

“I know you want to help them, but right now. We have other problems. Infinite is out there. As are his other illusions. They are wasting cities to find us. Sonic got taken. The last thing I want is for you to be taken next.” Shadow scratched some quills into place. “The idea I can lose you as well.” 

“I'm sorry. I just…I'm lost without him here. Infinite makes it feel as if I just am a step away from…from losing it and…” 

“You miss him, that's normal; but I promise the second we get a lead. You and I are the ones to handle it. No one else. We'll get in, get him out and get him home.” Shadow told him, hands on his shoulders. “And then, we'll make Eggman and Infinite pay for taking him from us.” 

“I get to punch Eggman,” Indigo said, wiping his nose again. “And I get first strike.” 

“Okay, then I get the first on Infinite,” Shadow crossed his arms and smiled at him. “And then we can switch.” 

“Deal,” he nodded as he followed him into the headquarters. 

They walked down the hallway and noted the rooms full of people getting ready. Some chattering with others before running off down the hall in different directions. Neither was sure what was going on until they arrived at the Meeting room. Amy, Silver, Knuckles, Charmy and Vector stood around the table. Plans for the Death Egg laid out with locations marked by flags and robots. 

“What's going on?” 

“My spy finally got back to me,” Knuckles said, placing a blue square in the Solitary Confinement part of the map. “Sonic is alive on the Death Egg.” 

“What! When did they call?” Indigo ran over to the table. “Is mom okay? Is he safe! Where is Infinite! Where is-” Shadow's hand on his shoulder stopped him from talking. “S-sorry.” 

“All his questions need to be answered,” Shadow said, getting everyone to focus on him. “Right now.” 

“Rouge called a few moments ago. He is in bad shape. Her exact words were: “His time here isn't mine to tell” and we all know Rouge. She loves to spill secrets.” Knuckles spoke volumes with those words. 

The room fell silent. Everyone knew the bat loved to spill it all out. Even if it was the most embarrassing secret of all time. To hear him say that Rouge didn't want to spill the details and that she didn't wish to tell the story. It wasn't to be coy this time. She didn't want to talk about it. 

“Is…is mom…” 

“Eggman has been torturing Sonic for the last six months, kid. We have no idea what state he is in,” Knuckles crossed his arms. “Which is why we aren't sending you.” 

“That isn't fair! I've been looking for months for my mom!” 

“And you are clearly unable to handle the maturity needed for a rescue mission. You can't have outbursts like this during the mission,” Silver said, looking at him. “We need to keep a calm, level head. You are neither.” 

“Move on,” Shadow growled. “What is the plan? I can get in faster than any of you.” 

“No offense, Shadow but since when did you care about Sonic so much? Last I heard, you prefer to fight and race him and find him annoying.” Amy crossed her arms. “Something you are keen to mention to anyone. Yet once he was taken, you were at the lead of finding clues about his whereabouts. Even after we all believed him to be dead.” 

Shadow looked directly at Amy, “and you really are colorblind. Sonic and I are way beyond Rivals. Beyond that, we've been married for a while. Did no one notice the bright blue quills in my head?” He said, finally pointing the obvious out. Did you  not think that maybe…just maybe the quills allow me to feel if Sonic was truly dead or alive?” He leaned one hand against the table while gesturing at random. “Or did you think that I would actually hurt the one I love and help him get taken and tortured for six months while I played some part? For fun!” 

They all spotted more blue quills and simply nodded. Shadow was angry, making points and clearly on edge. It was best to just agree and let him speak his piece. When he was done and had calmed himself. They waited and he spoke once more. 

“Indigo has been searching for months. He has earned the right to see his mom. He and I will go. You all play a distraction.” 

“You really think Sonic will go with you after Illusion You captured him?” Vector asked, leaning towards him. “Or that he would trust you not to betray him?” 

“Sonic knows what I look like. Indigo and I will be getting ready. If you don't call us, then we'll rescue Sonic and take him into hiding without any of you knowing it.” Shadow turned his back to them. “Let's go, Indi.” 

His son quietly followed. Despite seeing the quills and how they were glowing. It was clear none of them knew the significance. Nor did they know that he could feel Sonic's emotions. All this time on the Death Egg. There was one feeling beyond the pain and suffering he felt. Safety and Longing. Longing for Shadow and the safety that Lancelot provided all those years in the book. Sonic had some connection to the Knight. Just like before when they first found Indigo. Those quills had some connection, but not the kind he expected. If he was being protected from beyond the grave, then good. There were times when he would often fiddle with the quills under his glove. Hoping Sonic could feel that he hadn't given up yet. His reward was Sonic returning it all with a gentle tap. A sign to show he had full trust towards him. 

“Dad…” 

Shadow stopped and looked back at Indigo. 

“I'm sorry. I lost my cool. I should have…” He stopped when Shadow put a hand on his head. 

“We are leaving soon,” Shadow removed his hand and pulled out a single quill to show how weak the energy was. “We don't have time to wait.” 

“...mom…” Indigo took the quill. “...mom…” 

Shadow called Amy and told her what he was going to do. She yelled as she burst from the Meeting Room, but he just argued back. Time wasn't on their side and they had to go now. The signal was weakening and he was done waiting on other people to get things done. Indigo never gave him back the quill, but he didn't mind. He had so many already and he was always given more at random. If they kept waiting, then Sonic wouldn't make it. 

“Fine, but at least let us get some kind of distraction going. We can send Indi..” 

“Indigo is coming with me. He is my son, not yours. Send the Rookie, send yourself…anyone, but Indi comes with me,” Shadow stated. “Hurry up. We won't wait any longer.” 

Amy ran back to the meeting room and right away. A few people ran out stating the mission they were given. Create a distraction far from HQ. Draw all the enemy attention to one prime location. Shadow looked at Indigo. He refused to let go of that quill, so much so that he had started to try and wrap fur around it. It would fall out though and he would sniffle as he tried again and again. Shadow pulled him along with a single hand on his back towards his room. He opened the door and left it open. There were some office supplies, but not alot left. He got the last two paper clips. Without taking the quill, he bent one around the top of the quill. Then had the other hook through it to make a charm. There was a random leather cord that he found once. He didn't know why he kept it, but something said it would be needed for something. It was a good thing he did. With the cord tied off and the charm added. He was able to put it around Indi's neck. 

“There. It's always on you,” Shadow got a hug. “I know kiddo.” 

He hugged back and heard that the plan was set in motion. Amy walked into the doorway.

“Plans started. Get Sonic home,” Amy stated, firmly staring at him. 

“No need to tell us twice,” He pulled the green chaos emerald out of his quills. “Chaos control!” 

Both were on the Death Egg in seconds. Indigo took a moment to look around the Prison Area. Shadow wasn't able to get close enough Solitary Confinement. It was already a big jump from Mobius to the Death Egg itself. The best way to make that jump and not overexert himself or his son was to procure a shuttle. He trusted his son's powers, but he wouldn't be able to think clear enough to make a jump back to earth. They had to get a shuttle first, then find Sonic. He hated to put it off, but the Death Egg had no robots on it. Meaning the plan was working. 

He and his son follow him to the Docking Port of this Battle Ship. While he focused on getting a shuttle ready to launch. Indigo kept them covered. The training for missions during a war he had to grow up quickly kicked in right away. Shadow hated that their son had to grow up so fast. If only they had been given more time to have him be a kid. He finished getting a shuttle in their name ready. Only for Indigo to pull him into hiding and motion for him to be quiet. 

“These resistance pests don't know when to quit,” Eggman growled as they heard buttons being pressed. “And to think even with Sonic contained, they still fight me. Speaking off, how is Sonic handling your visits?I trust it's been painful.” 

“As painful as I can get it to be. I still can't get beyond that invisible wall in his mind. It's always there and always ready to slam me back out of Sonic's mind.” 

“To think that blue pest is able to keep even his most precious memories from you. Seems he is more resilient than I thought. Whatever it takes, I want him broken just enough so that when I show him my completed empire, that he suffers in the vacuum of space. In the meantime, go handle those pests down there. I've got my own plans.” 

“This feels like we are being baited into sending all our forces down there, Doctor. Should I not stay?” 

“You'll do as I say and get down there!” 

Shadow and Indigo waited for the doctor and infinite to leave. They had to be sure it was all quiet before they even moved. The entire time they waited. Shadow had to keep his son from rushing to where Sonic was. It took everything in him to not scream at his son to breathe. When they were sure it was safe. They ran out of the docks back to where the Prison Block was. They went further in after searching each cell there for any allies they could get out. The two hit the end of a long hallway. It was eerie to see. Scratches along the metal walls with dents just big enough for a curled hedgehog to hit. Splashes of blood all on the floor and wall. The further they went in, the more their concern grew. Indigo curled up and spun right into the door at the end of the hallway. Breaking it down in one hit to let his parents skate in right by him. 

He easily caught up and kept pace as they checked for any cells that seemed to have special bars or some kind of special door. Most were open though. The only one that was closed and locked was at the far end. They skidded to a halt. Shadow gathered power and slammed his fist into the door. It broke inwards but didn't break off. He hit again and it flew straight into the cell. Slamming with a loud metal clang into the wall. Then fell onto the floor of the darkened cell. The door lets in the only source of light inside the room. 

“Mom!” Indigo ran in and scanned the room. 

He spotted his mom curled up in a corner. Blunted quills that stuck out, even if they couldn't offer any protection at this point. One shoe was completely gone with the other having holes in the bottom revealing the torn socks inside. 

“M..mom…” He got closer and cried when his mom flinched and bristled the blunt quills at him. 

He got closer anyway and did what he always did when he wanted comfort from Sonic. He dug into the quills. They were so blunt it didn't hurt him at all. The action got his mom to finally speak. The voice was hoarse and broken. 

“You can't fit in my quills, baby. You're too big.” 

“I know,” He cried, trying again. “I know.” 

The hero slowly and with clear pain turned to face him. 

“Are you real?” He asked. “...did Infinite get past him at last?” 

Shadow got closer and bent down, “Get past who?” 

“Lancelot.” 

Now Shadow knew why Sonic felt safe. Even in death. Lancelot had taken root in the deepest parts of Sonic's mind. All to ensure the safety of his most precious memories and people he cared about. For once, Shadow was happy the dead memories had lingered. 

“We're real and it's time we head home.” Shadow had Indigo move. “Don't believe me, then I always touch your quill.” 

Sonic's laugh was hollow. He hated it. He didn't like how broken, malnourished and weak his partner was. Those emerald eyes were dull in color and he didn't even fight Shadow. He just let him move him as he wished. Infinite broke something in Sonic. Neither wasted time and left the cell. They ran into Zevick then. The red goon cackled and began to gloat. 

“To think the doctor's first failed experiment would risk coming here,” He stared right at Indigo. “and to think you would fail to live up to such a grand design.” 

“I'm not a weapon,” He growled. 

Shadow held Sonic close. His partner was out cold. He didn't have the energy to stay awake. They didn't have time for a fight. Plus, he knew for a fact that this thing wasn't real. It was an illusion. One strong hit and it would disappear. 

“We need to leave, Indi.” Shadow said, eyes focused on Zevick. 

“But he hurt mom!” 

“Even so, we need to get Sonic back so he can heal and so that you can curl into his quills like you want.” 

His words got his son's ears to fold back, but quietly nodded. 

“Aww, the little hoglet wants to snuggle. Don't worry. You'll be snuggling alright. Snuggling with death itself.” Zevick called a giant robotic wasp to fly up from behind him. “Now, to have our final battle.” 

“Dad,” Indigo looked at him. “What do we do? Mom…he…I don't…” 

Shadow saw how unstable his son's chaos energy was becoming from the stress. Normally, he would try to calm him down. This could work out. Gives this fake a fight and makes it fast. 

“Aim that stress at him and the giant wasp. Make it fast and take that stress. Make them pay.” Shadow said. “But don't play with him. Just take him out.” 

“I will. Hang in there mom. Please.” Indigo cracked his knuckles. “Alright, you wanna fight? Let's go!” 

Zevick and him jumped into an arena. Shadow kept an eye out for any other enemies as the two fought. Their son has a mix of their style, but the bow was his own personal touch. Indigo took the chaos spear and turned it into an arrow based attack. Why get arrows when he could make them? That was the question he asked as a joke of all things. 

He fought hard and got injured, but Zevick lost and Indigo was back at Shadow's side. Holding one arm. 

“S-sorry…” 

“Shadow, tell me you are on the way home.” Amy called. 

“Not yet, we ran into another illusion. We are heading to the shuttle right now.” 

Shadow and Indigo left the room and headed back towards the Docking Bay. Without warning him though, Shadow felt his son grab his arm and chaos control them to the shuttle doors. 

“You didn't use a chaos emerald!” He pulled Indigo on and got him to sit. “That was reckless.” 

“We ran…out…of time…” His son gasped out. 

Shadow shut the doors and got the ship powered up, “regardless, that was risky to pull. Especially when you already fought a battle. Use an emerald next time!”

“Sorry.” 

Shadow took a deep breath and looked at Sonic in the passenger chair. This was just too much stress. 

“I'm sorry. We are both stressed out. Please, borrow the emerald next time. Okay?” Shadow gently said, then looked at his son. “I don't want you to get sick.” 

“I will. I will.” 

While calling Amy, Shadow launched the ship out towards Mobius, “this is Shadow. Get a med team ready for us the second we land.” 

“Is he okay?!” 

“No, he isn't.” He said, hearing her gasp. “He may need surgery. I can't tell, but his breathing is very weak. So get that damn med team ready right now. I want them outside and waiting and if he dies Amy, I don't care what you all say. Eggman dies at the price.” 

Shadow hung up before she could say anything. Was that threat needed, probably not. Yet he was just too angry. The dim lights kept most of the damage hidden. Now in the bright light of the sun. He saw it all. Blunt, bloodied quills, bruises all over, cuts from attacks, ribs were showing and just a slew of other possible issues. If Sonic didn't need medical assistance. He would have turned around and made that doctor pay. 

“...dad…” 

“He'll be okay. I know it. Sonic doesn't go down that easily.” 

“...okay..” 

—--------------------

“Cursed rebels!!!” Eggman yelled. 

“I told you this felt like a distraction.” Infinite stated. 

“I know what you said!! Not only did they nab Sonic but they destroyed part of the prison cell block!” Eggman growled as he looked at the security footage. “No matter. They'll pay for this. Were you able to plant anything into his head during your visits?” 

“No, something kept me from that part.” 

“What is this something you keep bringing up?”

Infinite looked at his hand and saw a slash from a weapon on it. No matter what he did. The wound didn't heal. When he tried to turn Sonic to their side, he figured corrupting the most precious memories would be the best strategy. The idea was to twist them in such a way that Sonic would view them as allies and fight those who hurt him. Yet something kept them from him. 

A presence that stood firmly between him and Sonic's core. It always pushed him back. It never spoke a word. It just slashed at him. Over and over. No matter how hard he tried to break through and turn it to his side. No success and in the end, he had lost a battle on his own turf. 

“Whatever, you failed only one time. I can easily overlook it. Three days is all they have left. Let them fight back, it won't matter in the end.” 

—----------------

As soon as they landed, the med team was in and out of the ship. Sonic on a stretcher, with an oxygen mask over his face. Amy tried to converse with Indigo, but he ran right by with the medical team. Shadow knew that would happen. As soon as he was at her side. He told her everything. Down the details and what they had to possibly deal with the next upcoming weeks, possibly years. The one question that Sonic asked them. 

“Are you real?” Sonic’s voice repeated in his head. 

It stuck out to him. He didn't like it. It triggered that rage he managed to control. No matter how far this war stressed him, he had kept a tight lid on his temper. That one line of questioning. The first thing to ask. It just had him ready to turn that shuttle around and bombard the Death Egg. 

“I see. We will help him as much as we can. For now, let the medical team do their job. Sonic can heal afterwards and maybe, we can turn the tides to our favor.” Amy crossed her arms. “That's my hope.” 

“Six months isn't something he will be able to overlook. Not when he asked if we were real..” Shadow clenched his hand together. “That bastard…I don't care what you all say. Eggman has gone too far.” 

“Y'know none of us have the guts to pull the trigger. We can take a robot out but…” 

“I don't care. Eggman dies this time. We are done playing passively.” 

“Sonic wouldn't..” 

“HE BROKE HIM, ROSE!” Shadow yelled, making her jump. “DID YOU NOT HEAR WHAT I TOLD YOU!” 

She held her hands up and took a step back. 

“He took Sonic and broke him! For months! And I am supposed to let that fucker live? Let him walk away to try again?!” 

“No, but we can turn out like him!” She argued back. 

“Taking his life doesn't make us like him! Y'know what it does?! It stops the problem for good!” 

“So, what? You plan to kill him and not let him try to be better?” 

“Better?! He has gone mad! He is going to do whatever it takes to rule Mobius. He has killed so many of our people. He has taken homes, lands and decimated them and you want him to stay around!” 

“We aren't villains, Shadow!” Amy stated, leaning into his face. “I won't be responsible for having blood on my hands!” 

“This is war, Rose. We all have blood on our hands, but it isn't robotic blood. It's the blood of our allies who died. Who sacrificed their lives to take that fucker out. If you can't see how much better the world will be, then we have nothing to discuss.” 

Shadow walked towards the door leading inside. 

“We aren't done here, Shadow!” 

“Yes, we are.” He opened the door and slammed it behind him. 

He skated to the medbay and saw Indigo waiting and watching from outside the operation room. He had to take a deep breath to calm himself as he got closer. 

“Hey,” He pulled him close with one arm. 

“Mom almost died on the table,” He hugged Shadow. “They said he is extremely weak.” 

“I know, but he is clearly fighting. It's a good sign.” He looked through at the med staff. “Hey, go get a drink. I can stand watch until you come back.” 

His son nodded and ran off. Shadow crossed his arms and took a deep breath. Then he looked at Sonic through the window. The quill had that sense of safety. He was probably having a conversation with his haunt. They must have brought Shadow up because that intense love for him flared up. 

“Take your time, Maurice,” Shadow pulled out the quill from his glove and held it. “I know you are tired, and I know you are coming back. If you want a break though. I don't mind but don't keep our boy waiting okay? He has hardly slept.” 

The energy spike from the last 6 months was weak. So weak that he feared Sonic wouldn't make it. This surge he saw and felt. The fight Sonic had left. He’d be fine, but he was still tired. 

“I love you too. Keep fighting. When you are ready. We will end this.” He put the quill back. Indigo has returned. 

“I felt mom. You are right. He is fighting.” His son smiled. “He'll be okay.” 

“Yep,” Shadow put a hand on top of his head. “In the meantime, we make that man pay.” 

“Right. For everything he did.” Indigo nodded. 

_______________

It was another month of Sonic being at the base, fast asleep and recovering from surgery. It wasn't really a medically induced coma, but the doctor afterwards said his body was overworked. The amount of stress their hero took on mentally, physically and emotionally was too much. He bottomed on the table once and they were on edge after that. Reset ribs, reset a broken arm, the cuts all over had to be stitched up due to how deep they were, his knee had almost shattered and if that wasn't all bad enough. There were signs where he would be given a meal, but not enough to help his body naturally activate his accelerated healing. 

Shadow could feel Sonic at times, but it was mostly just him sleeping. He could also feel that Sonic was trying to wake up to help. He missed Shadow. He missed Indigo. He missed Tails. He missed running. The world of dreams was safe, but he wanted out. Sadly, his body was taking its time to recover. The month let his knee recover along with his ribs. The rest of the cuts were healing but the stitches still held the wounds together. It was probably those cuts that kept him asleep. Whenever he touched the quill, he could feel Sonic long to see him. If he talked, he could feel him listening. It was enough for him to help on missions and start turning the tide of war. They had taken part of their world back and he made sure to tell him that. Supposedly, Eggman had a plan to go off in three days. It never came to pass. 

Out of the blue, the doctor and the Death Egg, along with Infinite himself, vanished. They were on edge. Waiting as they took back their home. At any moment, that Battle Ship could return. At any second, more of his army could arrive. For now, they were just waiting and taking their home back. With troops at the ready at all times. Each city they took, they would leave behind a base with troops being trained to stand at the ready and others to monitor the sky around that part of the world. It gave them some peace to rebuild and prepare again. Shadow just wished Sonic’s body would let him wake up enough to see it. 

When close to another month passed, they finally got some sign he was waking. Shadow had come back with food. Indigo wasn't eating and had curled up so tightly to fit into Sonic's quills. It was hard to do and he always failed. Sonic must have felt that because he finally spoke. 

“Baby, you can't fit in my quills. You're too big.” 

Indigo uncurled slowly and moved. Shadow set the food down on the table and ran over. Sonic slowly looked at them. 

“Hey.” 

Shadow laughed, “You're late.” 

Sonic laughed. It wasn't hollow either. Chaos, he missed that sound. He sat on the bedside as Indigo hugged and curled up against Sonic's chest. 

“Easy baby. Easy, mom's ribs are sore.” The hero took a deep breath. “Is Eggman still gone?” 

“Yes,” Shadow gently picked his hand up and pulled the glove off. “I should have killed him when I had the chance.” He kissed Sonic's hand. “I'm sorry I didn't take him out.” 

“Mm, you'll get your chance.” He saw the surprise on Shadow's face. “Even I know when someone crosses a line. We can't leave Eggman to his plane of existence. He's lost it.” 

“Amy will have your head,” He whispered. “She wants us to spare him. To see if he can turn a new leaf over.” 

“He won't. I wasn't just…stuck being tortured for six months for fun. There were two players making plans.” Sonic looked at Indigo. He couldn't get up, but he wanted to. “Infinite had other plans. I don't know what, but Eggman clearly didn't want me to live.”

“Infinite clearly had his own plans then. I overheard that eggman wanted to break you as much as he could. I won't ask for details. I don't want them. Nor do I need them.” Shadow held his hand. “Does this still feel fake?” 

“Yes. He'd let me run, only to catch me. Until I couldn't run anymore. Then it was just me waiting for his next illusion and if it wasn't Infinite, it was Eggman testing my abilities. When my knee gave out…he just left me to Infinite.” Sonic explained and took a deep breath. “He tried…to turn you all against me and I…could only lay there and stay silent.” 

“Did he ever use me?” 

“Not the right version. He got mad when I didn't even engage with it. I never corrected his image. Didn't give him any information. He didn't even get Indigo right,” Sonic laughed and watched as his son repositioned himself in his sleep. “He thought Indigo looked like him.” 

Shadow laughed, “what a stupid Jackal,” He let Sonic pluck another red quill off him. “You are gonna make me go bald.” 

“What can I say? I love the red.” Sonic kissed the quill he pulled. “You take the same amount as I do.” 

“Yeah well,” Shadow gently reached over and got another blue quill. “I don't mind. It means you can tell the Illusion from Reality. They are so blunt.” 

“I'll shed them.” Sonic put the new quill behind his left ear “Yours remained sharp.” 

“Has his?” 

The hero nodded. 

“Good. We can protect you,” Shadow stuck the new one under the left ear. A blunt quill would be a shoddy defense. “I know you want to run. I can feel it, but you have to recover. Indigo isn't going to let you out of his sight.” 

His partner ran his ungloved hand through their son's quills. It got him to purr. 

“You won't either,” Sonic whispered. “I can feel your intentions. Amy won't like that you took that position. I know you don't care, but that's the warning.” 

“I don't care and that is something that she can deal with. Any mission you have, we go as a family.” He said. 

“Okay.”  

[himbos-hotline]

Darby/Brody, begging or knifeplay? Or honestly if any of the kinky ones speak 2 u I don't mind which entirely <3

You doubt them, [and soon they bark and hound you]

Dead dove do not eat || this kinda became HOB/Darby || Blood as lube, beating, size kink, voyerism || 2063 words || please dont hate me

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Darby's still sweaty, his ring shorts are sticking to the inside of his legs and as he pushes his back through the curtains, the rush of wind that it brings chills the sweat against his skin. He breathes in deep, shaking breaths that rattle against his sore ribs. There's bruises pushing through each layer of skin like thorns pushing through skin and the sting is what pushes Darby's aching frame into walking faster. He pushes his way through collections of people and scampers his way into the locker room. It's half full by the time that he wanders out the shower cubicles, a towel tucked neatly around his thin hips. He scrubs the last of the face paint off with baby wipes, tosses them into the bottom of his backpack and slams his locker door closed.

It's quiet enough that Darby can dress without much fuss. He makes smalltalk with one of the indy wrestlers, signed for security for the night as he zips up a hoodie and by the time that he wrestles himself back into his clean gear, the locker room is half empty and Darby isn't needed until the main event- a run in to stop Jack, at least that's what he can guess from Matt's half sent email, he skims through it again on his phone as he wanders busy corridors. He half listens to the conversation around him as he walks and soon Darby turns a corner and walks into a brick wall.

He rubs his side, scoffs and turns to look around him. Tossed aside clothing racks and trash litter the world around him and he's never been down this corner before. The lights flicker and there a half distinct smell of smoke around him and Darby wrinkled his nose in disgust; its not cigarette smoke its lighter, almost sweet smelling and Darby shoves a half open door with his elbow and it swings open slowly with a squeak, as if even the hinges are yelling at him to turn back.

Darby shakes his head at the fear that creeps just a little into the side of his head. It's foolish and stupid, he's done worse. He's going to do worse- if he's going to climb Everest he can't start developing childish fears like the dark. He steps through the door, lets it slam behind him and the world falls into an almost deathly silence, he can hear his own heartbeat hammering against his ribs and Darby is slow to step away from the large metal doors, his fingertips scraping down the wall. He keeps a hold of it like a lifeline, like a safety rope.

His battered sneakers scratch against the floor and footsteps fall, disjointed and misplaced against the echoing falls. Smoke twists its way around his bare ankles and Darby follows it, breathing just a little heavier. The light above him flickers and Darby grabs for the wall, broken nails clawing against the half painted brickwork. He pokes his head first around the corner and voices, low and mumbling incoherently, hit his ears. The voices are familiar but just different enough that it sends a slight chill through Darby's spine.

He doesn't know why he steps closer; maybe it's the thrill of something dangerous or the thrill of catching someone doing something they shouldn't be. Or maybe because Darby is stupid and his lust for adrenaline is dangerous enough to potentially get himself killed. He meets another door, rusted hinges and chipped pain and the voices are so loud that they're making Darby's ears ring. There's a scratch like a knife down concrete and that's enough for him to push the door open and he blinks.

"Oh it's just you guys." Darby says, shoulders sagging just a little in, if he was asked, is defeat and disappointment. The House of Black turns to face him; six pairs of eyes squinting and staring at him as if trying to steal his very own broken soul. "Why are you hiding out there?" Darby asks, the bristle of shaved hair rising on the back of his neck making his shoulders hunch just a little.

Malakai stares at him, tosses the cloak around his shoulders and Darby rolls his eyes when he tosses it over his head, shaping it so it conceals his mismatched eyes. "Why must you pry?" He asks and Darby waits for a longer monologue; arms folded and pale eyebrows raised. "You do not wear the paint, you are not hiding behind the mask of death."

Darby snorts out a laugh, bites the inside of his cheek when Julia raises an eyebrow and pushes herself up from her seat. "You may laugh." She wiggles a sharp nail at the middle of Darby's chest and he can't help the half-step backwards that he takes. "however is there much difference between what you and Malakai do? He wears the cloak to conceal his scars, the evil eye blinds and burns, and you." She grins a little, perfectly painted lips parting to flash polished teeth that shimmer like shark teeth under the flickering light. "You wear the face paint to conceal the fact you are just a boy. A measle flesh-puppet driven to blood lust by his desire for attention." She smiles but there's something cold, almost unkind in nature about the way that her lips quirk. Darby stares back, wrinkles his nose in disgust but he turns his eyes away anyway.

He watches the way that Julia's robe almost dances in the still air, as if she produces her own little brush of wind. There's the clattering of a chain and Brody emerges from almost nowhere behind Darby and he feels his bot breathe against the side of his neck, over the top of his head as he straightens. "What brings you here?" He asks and it's not an unpleasant hum to his voice but it sends shivers through Darby's stomach; rumbling up from his feet like his own personal earthquake. The chain around Brody's neck, heavy and shining in the flicker lights like blood diamonds.

Darby feels his chest rise, shifting his head to look Brody in the eyes. He never once turns his back to Malakai; he treats him like a dangerous dog left on a very long leash. "I could see the smoke, I thought there was a fire." He knows it's a lie, a terrible lie because he hears Julia chuckle behind his shoulder and he shoots her a glare. "Why are you hiding in the ass end of the arena? I get you guys are socially awkward or whatever but like-" Darby flails his hands, raises both eyebrows as if he's waiting for them to fill in the blanks of his stuttering mind.

The silence that rolls over the group is creepy; tense and Darby feels the air almost shake as it exits his lungs. "Right well, I'm gonna go-" He slowly shifts out of Brody's glaring eyes. He reaches for the handle, pats the chipped pain, feels it splinter his palm and when it opens slightly, hinges ground in displeasure- Brody slams it closed with his hand. "What the fuck?" Darby snaps and he rears up, balances on his tiptoes to stare Brody in the eyes. "Let me go."

"Why?" Brody asks and the smile on his face is almost cat-like; it lightens his face and with his free hand he strokes his beard, pressing his tongue into the crease of his bottom lip. "I think we should..keep you" He hums and Darby lets confusion glint across his face "At least until you've served your purpose."

Darby's lips mouth the word back and he finally plants his feet back onto the floor. "What fucking purpose?" Darby snaps and soon there's another pair of hands on his shoulders and they're so warm that Darby can feel the heat melting through his shoulders, warming his bones until he's sure that he could turn to liquid and melt into his shoes. 

"What do you think, boss?" Brody asks and Malakai chuckles above Darby, he feels the hands on his shoulders stroke up at his face until they're staring at one another, studying each other's eyes and Darby tastes the mist being pushed into his mouth before he feels Malakai's lips on his. Darby feels sick and pleasure pushes through his veins. His body is warm and when Malakai pulls away he follows his lips, whimpering into the nothingness.

Malakai chuckles above him, slides his tongue across the last of the black mist that collects on his bottom lip and he nods once up at Brody and like a cat who's been stalking his prey; Brody steps forward and collects Darby's face in his hands. "See, if you just believe its so much easier" He pats Darby on the head and smiles when Darby's mouth opens and the black mist spills out of his mouth like blood, he mumbles something through the choking breathes that rattle through his windpipe and Brody covers his mouth with his hand. "Shh, shh this is just what you want."

He carries Darby like he's nothing, cradled in his arms like a dead animal. And soon Darby feels his back arched over the couch, head bent against the floor and he weakly fights back. Sharp nails rake up his back, clawing his skin and there's the sweet hint of blood in the air when he next breathes in. "Are you ready to be punished?" Julia whispers and Darby nods against the floor.

"Yes" He whispers and she rocks back in her kitten heels, letting them tap against the side of Darby's jaw as if she's waiting for something. There's the heavy clunking jingle and soon Darby feels Brody's chain lash against his back. He screams out when he pulls him backwards and Darby lays on his stomach, lets Brody pull his ring pants off and slaps his ass until its red and blood is prickling against the stinging, tight muscles. He feels Brody's chain lay across the base of his hips as if trapping him in place. "Please" He begs and he doesn't know what for but there's pain and Brody's big hands are spreading out against his shaking arms, tucking into his sweaty armpits and he flips him. "Please please please come on please please please" Darby chokes on his own desires when Julia claws her fingers slowly through his buzzed hair, shushing him. She kisses him softer than what Malakai did and Darby sinks into the soft pillows of her lips.

Brody strokes his back softly, collects Darby's blood on his palm and it shines like rubies under the flickering light and Darby soaks in the feeling of his own blood being stroked across his aching cock; its warm and in a weird way, it feels like a homecoming. Brody wanks his cock quickly, barely twitching his hand until he slowly pulls his hand away and grins.

He shoves two large fingers inside Darby and he almost screams at the pleasure that soaks through his body. He doesn't try to fight, does not try to lash out. He stays pinned between Julias soft hands and Brody's chain, the padlock pressing into the curve of his twitching thighs. "His bones feel like bird bones." Julia comments the next time that she presses her hands against Darby's face and he whimpers against the lines on her palm and when he blinks his eyes open she's staring down at him with pride. "You're taking your punishment so well, now you know not to lie to us."

Darby nods weekly, groans into the air around them when Brody wraps another hand around his cock. His hands work in tantrum; pulling out of Darby's tight asshole before pushing back in and his hand rises and falls keeps pace like a ticking clock and soon Darby is groaning and spilling over his own chest and Brody just hums in pleasure, wiping his hands on a nearby cushion. "You didn't ask to cum." He mumbles and Darby shakes in apology. 

He lets Brody kiss the bruises better and by the time that his head stops pounding, Darby's tucked up in his hotel bed. A black rose left beside a half opened bottle of water on his bedside table. He blinks slowly and washes the bitterly sweet taste out his mouth.

It never really fades. 

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╰─ - ̗̀♡ About me:

*~🍀~*┇Name: Dawn/Dawnie or Ayme!!

*~🍀~*┇Age: 15 (10/06/09)

*~🍀~*┇pronouns: ANY!! ^^

*~🍀~*┇Gender: Female

*~🍀~*┇Sexuality: ꒰🩷💛🩵꒱

*~🍀~*┇Relationship Status: Single. I'm keeping my 15 year old streak ladies!! ( →_→)

*~🍀~*┇From: AMERICAA!! (TEXAS TO BE MORE SPECIFIC)

*~🍀~*┇Languages: English & Spanish (I'm a no sabo, tho!!)

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╰─ - ̗̀♡ My Passion

*~🍀~*┇Hobbys: drawing, music, writing/reading, digital/traditional drawing, playing the baritone (T.C), and luvvv to daydream!! (-_-)゛

*~🍀~*┇Favorite music artists: Jack Stauber, Tyler The Creator, Kikuo, Mitsky, (getting in on the last two) KMFDM, Goreshit, and other indie artists!! ♡°｡⋆⸜ 🎧

*~🍀~*┇Style/Asthetic(?): Cutecore, 2000's style, 2000s internet aesthetic, and clover asthetic!! *~🍀~*

╰─ - ̗̀♡ Interests & More!

*~🍀~*┇anime/show/movies/games/anything!!: Death Note, Demon slayer, The boys, The amazing World of Gumball, Teen Titans, Spiderverse, Detroit: become human, Resident Evil, Call Of Duty, Stanley parable, The last of us, the walking dead telltale, Cry of fear, Afraid of monsters, Bully scholarship Edition, The wolf among us, doki doki literature club, Moral orel, Don't hug me im scared, mouthwashing, Creepy pasta, and much more!! (｡uωu)♪

*~🍀~*┇likes/Interact: To interact with other fellow artists, just be u, and that's all !! 🩵

*~🍀~*┇Dislikes/Don't interact: I dont really have one, but just be respectful/kind toward me, and don't be a weirdo. 🩷

*~🍀~*┇DM Status: OPEN (Don't really have an age range u just gotta be funny ^^)

╰─ - ̗̀♡ My writting...!

*~🍀~*┇I'm also planning on making this blog also writing too... from what I mean is by writing character x reader type tropes.. I don't mind anyone going through,but I might write stuff that could make users uncomfortable like (mental health issues and that type of stuff with psychological theme!!) I would always put warnings if needed!!

*~🍀~*┇I would write a lot like romantic,platonic,angsty,fluff, and maybe even lime (not too much tho since u know... IM A MINOR!!)

*~🍀~*┇You could even request some, too, and I would try my best to do it!! Just by clicking 'yapping time!! 🍀' ^^

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| THAT'S ALL I JUST HOPE TO GET PEOPLE TO BE INTRESTED TO SEE MORE CONTENT FROM ME... p(^-^)q |