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hitoshisbabygirl · 4 years

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Authors Notes ♡: WHEW I LOVED THIS I had a time trying to come up with an idea and then it hit me : a princess being saved by fantasy au! Dabi. I’m still nervous with my smuts but heh I enjoyed this a whole bunch to write . Dabi is my favorite villain and I just love him so much, I tried to make him a soft inside and hard outside man in this , I Had fun for our free for all collab and I hope I help give it just a fun twist to fantasy and Halloween spirit ~ I hope you enjoy reading this and much as I did writing it ~ bunny ❥

Warnings :UH NSFW! Demon dabi has two dick (and their thick) , pet names, unprotected sex , a tad bit of a size kink? , a bit fluffy at the end but I think that’s it!

Word count : about 2k give or take!

Paring(s) :Dabi x F! Reader

Even with this being NSFW I had to make it a soft fluffy ending I’m sorry ♡

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Enchanted flames

Dabi

“If you have found this letter the Princess of Yuei needs your help. Meet me in the Enchanted Woods tomorrow night. Ill escape with you if you can save me from the proposed wedding - Princess [ ]”

With a sigh [. ] dropped the letter out of her window hoping someone, anyone , could save her from the doom that awaited her from an arranged marriage that had been planned from her kingdom to be to the neighboring ones prince, a smaller and very...purple hot headed boy by the name of Mineta who was unsavory for a lack of words. Sighing as she watched the paper fall she secretly wished her type of prince would come save her from this hell she expected.

As the night approached she slipped past her guards, telling them she was going out for air in her garden. The two towering men who looked down at her agreed, moving at the way to let the young woman past them and out into the halls, her dress dragging behind her as she headed out the giant doors to her garden. Taking in a breath she climbed over the perfectly managed hedges andddd off into the forest adjacent to the castle, roaming through the woods to her chosen spot to hopefully meet someone who could save her.

“Hello there little sheep, you called for help, correct?” A low, raspy voice called out as [ ] turned around , looking into the dark abyss in front of her. “ Hello? Helloooo? Who's there?” the girl called out as she heard something heavy land behind her. Turning to her right she saw bright blue eyes look back at her from the shadows. Before she could react a rather warm hand covered her mouth as the person or thing dragged her throughout the woods , the two of them slipping into the night. As soon as [ ] woke up her eyes adjusted to a dark but brightly lit and beautiful chasm, cyan and turquoise crystals of all types surrounded the room as she felt intense heat from everywhere around her. Standing up on shaky legs she felt eyes on her from behind. Letting out a deep breath she turned only to run into a barely covered chest.

Looking up from the revealed purple and pale skin , she saw those same blue eyes , lit with curiosity. “Ah you're awake..welcome little sheep to my...well..living quarters” The mystery man spoke as [ ] blinked at him, a grin spreading over his face as he continued to speak “Well i guess the princess doesnt know she isn't in her little castle anymore. Haven't those guards of yours realized they can't leave royalty alone or guys like me come along and take them out of their cute little homes” He said as [ ] gave him a suspicious look , her own thoughts taking over her face as a sense of calm rested over her features “Ohhh so you're the one who found my note..” She said as he gave her an unreadable look , soon walking away to leave the girl in her own world. “I guess he did” she thought to herself as she heard the male come back, a pile of things in his hands. “Here; a change of clothes and something to eat. I tried to be gentle taking you out of those dreaded castle grounds and through the woods but your dress isnt the smallest thing in the world” he said as [ ] let out a giggle , picking up the dark shirt and skirt he had given her along with the meal : some type of rice and meat with soup. Before she could ask the man answered “No i didnt steal it, i told you this is my home , its only natural id have something in this god forsaken place to eat.” He said as he pointed down the cave. “Theres a waterfall ahead if youd like to freshen up there.” And with that [ ] walked down the empty carved walls, finding the waterfall he was talking about.

Once she was finished getting cleaned and dressed she headed back the way she went, seeing the male now cloaked in a dark cape , fiddling with a pile of wood before setting it ablaze with a bright blue flame. “Ah i see you're finished , ILl be heading out , i'm gonna find us some more wood so you don't get cold. Theres a pot over there where you can reheat your food and get more if you like.” As he finished he proceeded to get up and head down another pathway, presumingly to the opening of the chasm “Wait!” [ ] called out as he stopped, turning to the girl with a questioning look back at her. “Yes princess?” he responded to her as she felt a unnatural wave of heat spreading to her face from simply calling her by her actual title. “What can I call you? And how long will you be gone?” She questioned. “Aw are you worried about me?” He cooed as she puffed out her cheeks “I was just curious” She lashed back as the male in front of her laughed , giving her a crooked smile. “ The names Dabi, and i won't be gone too long, an hour or so” Dabi said, giving her a smile as he started to leave again.

“Oh yeah , and there's a spare jacket in the back if you get too cold or that fire goes out.” and with that he left [ ] by herself as she finished up the dinner he had made which was exceptionally good, even better than what she tended to have at the castle. While she waited around for dabi to come back , [ ] looked at her royal dress, the red and pinks making her want to revolt as she pushed the fluffy tooled pile up into a blanket of sorts, covering her legs as she sat there thinking about her predicament “I really ran away...but what else can you do when youre gonna be married off to someone years older than you for land and alliance” she thought with a sigh as footsteps came from behind her , Dabi pulling his hood from his head as he smiled to himself at the girl in front of him “Im back princess” He declared as she turned to him, giving him a small smile as she stood up, dusting off her dress , coming up to Dabi “So...whatcha find?” She started as he pulled the bag from behind him , dumping out different goodies for the two of them. An array of food, wood and fresh buckets for water collections. “Here, this is for you too” Dabi said as he passed her a well woven balck dress, better than the two piece he had first given her. Taking in a deep breath he spoke up “I didn't want you to struggle with rags , so i got you something a little more comfortable and well...suitable for a run away princess” and with that she looked up to him and giggled which was heaven to his ears. ‘Why thank you Dabi..i'm flattered” [ ] said as she took the black dress , running to a hidden corner to change as Dabi smirked “Oh boy..what have i signed myself up for”

Weeks later and multiple posters for the lost princess later, [ ] had a rhythm living with Dabi. They cooked together and he left out to get things from shops ans out in the woods. Word spread that the princess had been stolen and the ugly grape himself had put a reward out for her safe return. Unknown to everyone she was quite content with the dark demon mage Dabi and his home in the woods. He explained the chasm as his work space, a place he could hone in on working with his flames and different elixirs that people needed. He was a half breed of human and demon, his father ridding of him to hide his affair with an otherworldly being, to keep the peace of his people and the overworld people as well. He really wasn’t a bad man, just someone who stayed in the shadows and kept to himself. And [. ] ‘s heart went out to him, as his did out to hers as she explained her own situation. ”Well damn sweetheart at least i saved you hm?” Dabi said as the two of them laughed together about their lives and what they'd like to change.

As the night drew on and they had their fair share of drinks and food that night “Thank you Dabi..for everything” [ ] said randomly as they relaxed by the fire he had started , [ ] wrapped into the oversized fur Dabi made her as the male laid against a log watching the tired girl mumble to him. She gave him a sleepy smile once he put his warmed hand on her face. “You're cute yknow...i'm not gonna let anyone get to you okay?” He said as she shook her head, moving herself closer to him , laying her head on his lap as he rubbed her head until she fell asleep, him soon realizing he was in love with the rogue princess in his lap.

As the next month rolled around , the princess and her demon mage had started a loving relationship, the two of them growing fonder and fonder of eachother. [ ] noticed that Dabi had tried avoiding being around her when she was fresh from the shower or even roaming too close behind her, he even took more time to come home with more ingredients or even sleep opposite to her. She didn't understand the switch from wanting to hold and hug her to avoiding her all day. One day she was able to catch and trap him with her. “Yes princess…?” Dabi ased as [ ] crossed her arms around her chest , the simple movement making him turn from her. “Did I..do something…?” She asked, her eyes bouncing between his as the turquoise she learned to love ignited with heat.

”Oh no doll...you haven't done a thing but make me want you even more..”

And with that comment her eyes widened. “What..?” She questioned. And with that Dabi picked the smaller girl up, pinning her to a crystal wall as she gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck.”Dabi…….?” [ ] called out as he started to kiss her neck ,running his rougher hands up the soft flesh of her thighs. “I think i'm in love with you doll..youve been invading my head or a while and all i can think about is making your cute little body want me the burning way i want you...I wanna make you cry out for me all night long...make you mines forever.....is that okay?” He whispered in her ear. With a shudder she agreed , letting him kiss the swells of her brest as he gave her a lopsided smile, picking her up and taking her to a pile of pelts and wool they made into a bedroom to rest in. Placing her down lightly he towered her , taking off his vest to reveal his toned and scarred body “Youre quite a beauty yknow...im glad you trust me…” He said with a smile as [ ] herself smashed her lips against his, cutting off his mushy talk. With a groan he pushed her dress up , letting her breast bounce out from the top. Pulling away from the kiss she helped him take off the dress over her head. With a shy smile [ ] covered ehrslf and laid back, spreading her legs lightly to expose her glistening lips to him

“Well damn, i havent even toughed you yet and youre this wet..what a little slut you are”

He growled out as he leaned back over to give her a kiss , pulling her lower lip as he licke dhis was down between her legs, giving her clit a hard suck as she whinned , closing her legs over his head as he slurped away at her pussy, making sure to watch her through hooded eyes, a tail whipping from behind him as a pair of horns appeared from atop his head, one mangled and cracked the other long and curled “Surprise” Dabi called out as his voice dropped octaves, it coming out as a low rumble as [ ] felt her walls clench at the sound , a chuckle coming from him. Going back to slurping and sucking on her labia and clit , Dabi watch with glee as the gilr under him started to shake, her hips rolling back to his mouth as he bit lightly down on her lips and pulled away from her , laughing at her pleas and whimpers “Turn sound baby and let me show you how much i love you” Dabi said , watching as [ ] rolled over arching her hips back as he smacked her ass, loving the moan she let out. Pulling down his pants he pulled his throbbing member out, rubbing it hard against her clit as she felt her heart jumped at the feeling of how thick he was. All of a sudden she felt hands pull her cheeks apart as a finger rub around the tight rings of her ass. With a gasp she looked back to see not one but two swinging dicks between the burning up male, a feral look in his eyes as he let a low rumble come from his chest “ Sorry babygirl..when I change there's more than just one of me to deal with, i promise i'll be gentle” He said as he rubbed her tight muscles just loose enough to put in the tip, her lower lips drooling as he slid his true size into her throbbing walls, moans and grunts tearing through the chasm as he pulled his hips back , starting to set a rhythm to his hips. While he picked up the pace, [ ] felt herself being full as the two dicks of his stuffed her. She could help the feeling of her walls getting tighter as she came once then twice and not once did Dabi stop, he laughed as he gave her more and more , pushing himself deeper in her as he let out what sounded like a howl of pain as he doubled in pace, reaching down to rub her clit as she screamed, soon feeling a hot and warm gooey feeling flood her senses. Dabi slowed his hips down as he pulled himself from her ass first, then from her pussy and cum started to leak from her holes.

“Shit...im sorry princess I didnt mean to go so rough…” Dabi breathed out as [ ] turned around giving him hr own lopsided smile as she saw him transform backto himself, those turquoise eyes softening as he saw the woman he had fallen for spent out from his own actions. “Geez when you said you were a demon i didnt think it was true…” She laughed as he scratched th back of his neck “Ive never transformed like this around someone….especially during sex but that means I trust you a lot….well doll..let me clean you up and then...we can go fro round two hm?” He smirked as he watched her pussy clench and relase more cum once he said that. “Mhm...clean me Dabi then we can have some more fun..”

#my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #the circus dome collab #dabi x reader lemon #dabi x reader #dabi smut

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kittydemon9000 · 4 years

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Hrrrrrrrr I know @blursed-ninjago-ideas reverse prompt thing was a while ago, but it took a while to finish mine and I ended up cutting out bits that didn’t work, so here. The prompt was Kai getting akumatized, but HM loosing control so here we go

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Kai didn’t know akumas could be so destructive. None of them did. Or at least, they’d been stopped before they could do any real lasting damage.

“GET DOWN!” Cole shouted, tackling him to the ground. A bright blue laser sailed past where Kai had just been, hitting a car instead.

It crumbled to dust.

From what Kai has gathered, the Akuma was from a young boy who had been bullied for his love of sci-fi, to the point where they’d started beating him up. His Akuma powers were the same as the kid’s favorite character: being able to blast beams of light that disintegrate whatever they touch.

Kai found himself cursing Hawkmoth yet again.

The group had already seen more than ten people get disintegrated, and there were probably many more.

“I have located the targets.” A monotonous voice said behind them. Kai’s blood ran cold.

The group turned around in horror to see true Akuma behind them. He had pale blue skin with a black visor covering the top of his head. He was wearing a deep, black suit with gold accents and a golden cape fluttered behind his. His boots were a similar gold with tiny rockets on the bottom, granting him flight. And his gun…..his gun was pointed right at them.

Before any of them had a chance to react, he fired.

Jay didn’t even have a chance to open his mouth before he crumbled to dust. They barely had a chance to breathe before the Akuma fired two more, at Cole and Zane respectively.

Nya was next, having a second to jump out of the way but the Akuma easily tracked her movements.

“KAI-“ was all Lloyd had time to say before he was gone too.

Kai could barely breathe. Jay, Cole, Zane, Nya, Lloyd…...his family, his siblings…..every single one of them was gone…..turned to dust

He vaguely heard the sound of the Akuma yelling out as Ladybug and Chat Noir chased him away, no doubt to lure him into a trap, or at least away from all the civilians.

The smell of burning surrounded him, he needed to leave, it was so suffocating and he needed to get away.

He was running. Sprinting at full speed, with no destination in mind other than far away from here.

Kai didn’t know how long he ran for. Minutes, maybe hours. All that filled his ears were the echoing sounds of Lloyd’s call and the haunting ringing of his phone.

In his running, Kai tripped on a piece of sidewalk, sending him crashing to the ground.

And that second of pain was enough to bring him back.

His family was gone. Turned to dust before his very eyes. And Kai? Kai was terrified. Kai was angry. Kai was guilty. Kai was filled to the very brim with unwavering, unrelenting grief.

Why did the Akuma decide to shoot him last? Why was it even targeting them? Why wasn’t it going for Ladybug and Chat Noir’s Miraculous instead? Why did it have it be them?

Pyrovenge.

Kai’s breath hitched before letting out a dark chuckle. That was a new one. How many Akuma forms did he have now? Four? Five?

In return for avenging the deaths of your family, I want Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculous.

That did sound nice……...but no.

Why not?

That kid. It wasn’t his fault. He was just another victim.

And what about Ladybug and Chat Noir! If they had kept him distracted, or shown up earlier, your family would be fine!

Heros can’t be everywhere at once. They’re still human. The fact they step up to beat you-

But then something clicked in Kai’s mind.

Targets.

The Akuma had called them targets.

The anger grew.

Wait! Stop-

Hawkmoth had told the Akuma to target, to murder, his family. Probably to get him akumatized.

“I’m coming for you Hawkmoth, and there is nowhere you can run that I won’t find you.”

The purple blobs enveloped him, Hawkmoth yelling in his mind. But it didn’t matter.

Pyrovenge wouldn’t stop until Hawkmoth was dead.

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Ladybug bolted across the rooftops, dodging and jumping over the fires, ice spikes and piles of rocks that blocked her path. This new Akuma was tough. They so far hadn’t gotten anywhere close to him, and only through some live video footage did they learn their name was Pyrovenge. But, despite the name, they seemed to be able to do more than just make fire.

They also seemed to hate Hawkmoth, which could be used to her advantage.

“COME OUT YOU COWARD!” A deafening and furious voice echoed, followed by a loud explosion. Up ahead, Ladybug saw what looked like a fire tornado appear for a second before dissipating.

“Pyrovenge!” Ladybug yelled out as she reached the end of the building.

The Akuma was wearing a bodysuit that started at black by the feet but slowly transitioned into red as it went up. He had fingerless black gloves with a molten rock pattern runnin up his arms and stopping at the elbow. On his left shoulder was something that resembled a grey archery chest guard while on the right was a brown and gold shoulder guard that went down the length of his arm. A blue sash was wrapped around his waist with a few colorful buttons pinned on. It looked as though someone had taken clothes and accessories from six different closets and thrown them together. Ladybug’s inner designer cringed. It wasn’t even horrible, all the accessories by themselves would’ve looked great, but together it was just too random and all over the place.

Their skin was a burnt brown color with a black domino mask covering their eyes. The Akuma also wore a sort of head band, but instead of hair there was a roaring fire. His eyes were blazing red and filled with rage.

“What do you want!?!” He yelled, temporarily stopping his war path. The block of street they were on was almost completely destroyed, fires roaring on all sides. But luckily, Ladybug didn’t see any civilians.

“You need to stop. You’ll destroy all of Paris!” Ladybug pleaded.

“So what?” He spat. “You can just cast the cure to fix everything.”

“That doesn’t mean that damage hasn’t been done! Think of the people who might get hurt!”

Think of the people who could die went unsaid.

“That’s what I'm counting on.” Pyrovenge snarled.

“Well, we’d be pretty lousy heros if we let you.” Chat Noir quipped as he landed. He winked at Ladybug. “So it took so long, Milady. I got a little held up.”

Pyrovenge growled. “I won’t let you, or anyone, get in the way of my revenge. Hawkmoth killed my family. I won’t let that deed go unpunished.”

The sash around his waist started glowing a cyan blue and suddenly the flames atop his head went out, replaced by a slowly growing mass of water. The harsh reds of this clothes were replaced with a vibrant cyan blue.

He held his hands out and lifted them, and suddenly water erupted from the nearby fire hydrants and shot toward the heros.

The pair jumped out of the way, but the water curved around and shot toward them again. The heros just barely jumped out of the way again, dodging for a few more seconds before Pyrovenge let out an angry growl.

The floating water suddenly dropped to the ground with a splash, spraying outwards.

“Lucky Charm!” Ladybug cried out. From the magical ladybugs, a piece of paper began to fall. Before it could be snatched away, she jumped up and grabbed it.

“I don’t have time to deal with you!” He shouted.

Then, the buttons started glowing a darker blue and electric sparks exploded from his head. The cyan of his outfit was replaced by a dark blue, similar to the color of the electricity.

With speed like lightning, he darted away.

“Oh no you don’t.” Chat Noir said, sprinting after him, but he was quickly yanked back by Ladybug grabbing his tail.

“Meowch, Milady. What was that for?”

But Ladybug was looking with a slightly horrified expression at the Lucky Charm. For once, it wasn’t just bright red with block spots. There was a window of color.

“What is it?” Chat walked over and peered over her shoulder, but felt his breath stutter.

Chat recognized it, or rather, Adrien recognized it. It had been taken mere days before at the park.

In it was Lloyd, Zane, Jay, Cole, Nya and Kai. Only everyone but Kai’s eyes were scratched out.

“He doesn’t know the Cure brings people back.” Ladybug whispered.

“He doesn’t know the Cure brings people back!” She said again, this time much louder.

“Well, at least we know how to get him to calm down.” Chat commented.

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Pyrovenge let out a small snarl. Hawkmoth was back to trying to get him under his thumb.

“You’re just delaying the inevitable.” He said aloud. “If you just come out, it’ll be over quick.”

That was a lie and they both knew it. Pyrovenge would do anything to make sure his death was as slow and painful as possible.

“Pyrovenge!”

He let out an angry sigh.

“For the last time, I don’t want to deal with you!” he yelled. He glowed red and the fires atop his head grew.

“We just want to show you something.” The bug said.

“Nothing you say or do will make me stop. Hawkmoth. Needs. To. DIE.”

“Maybe nothing they say will.”

Pyrovenge stopped. No. No it was impossible. They were….they were dead.

“But maybe we can.”

But they weren’t. Standing before him were his family, each of them without a scratch or bruise. Looking just like they had before they were….

“Kai, please. Stop this. You don’t need to get revenge. We’re all okay.” Lloyd said.

“.....Lloyd?” Kai Pyrovenge whispered. The gloves started glowing and the earth keeping him high above the ground slowly started retreating back into the ground. Once he touched the ground, their glow faded and the reds and fire was back.

“Is it really you?” He whispered, his eyes pleading, desperately hoping it was true.

“Yes! Now please Kai, stop all this!” Lloyd pleaded. Pyrovenge took a few steps to him, hesitant and afraid.

With every step he took, the ninja grew tense. They trusted Kai to never hurt them. He’d probably die before he allowed that to happen….. But he wasn’t exactly Kai right now.

Once he was within a foot of Lloyd, he stopped. The flames shrunk until they were barely embers and he placed a hesitant hand on Lloyd's shoulder. His eyes widened at the contact, almost like he was expecting Lloyd to disappear under his touch.

He suddenly pulled Lloyd into a tight hug, tears escaping from his eyes.

“It really is you.”

#time for some kai hurt #kai #kai smith #lloyd #lloyd garmadon #miraculous au #ladybug #chat noir #ninjago #miraculous

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sleekervae · 3 years

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The Neighbour [2.0]

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A/N: Thanks for being patient, everyone! Another chapter, as promised 😘

Warnings: This went real naughty real fast XD. Smut ahead

Eva inhaled sharply, “You’re kidding,”

Remington shook his head, rocking back and forth on his heels and trying to bury his knuckles deeper into the back pockets of his shorts. He didn’t expect that Eva would jump enthusiastically at the opportunity to be in a music video.

With her laptop sitting perched on her crossed legs and her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she pondered, Remington had to admire how adorable she was even when processing. He came to sit beside her on the couch, grasping her cold hand in his.

“No, I’m not. The shoot won’t be for a while, probably within the next two months or something. You totally don’t have to if you don’t want to, though,” he said.

“What about the pandemic?” she asked.

“Everyone has to get tested and quarantine. And Jeremy’s looking into getting those... air purifying... ultra-disinfecting robots,” Remington replied, “You know, the ones they’re putting in the hotels?”

She nodded slowly, “... Right,”

Remington could read the unease on her face plain as day. He moved a piece of her hair from her face, gently tucking it behind her ear, “I’m pretty sure we’re going with 19th century vampires... if that can entice you,” he grinned.

Eva smiled timidly. On the one hand she was flattered, she couldn’t lie there was a wisp of stars in her eyes at the prospect of being part of such a thrilling project. On the other hand, people would see her in this video... lots of people. A boat load of more people commenting on her, and the anxiety continued to grow from there.

“Do you want me to do this with you?” she asked.

He nodded, “Absolutely,”

“Could I think about it for a little bit?” she asked.

“Yeah. You take all the time you need,” he replied.

Eva simpered, “I can’t take all the time, you’re going to be filming in two months,” she chuckled.

“That’s a fair point,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead, “But you know what I mean,”

“I do,” she nodded, speaking softly. Her stormy grey eyes stared at him with a starry vibrance, and he swore if he looked into those eyes long enough he could pick out each individual swatch of blue.

His eyes averted to the blue light drifting off of her screen, “What’re you working on now?”

Eva shrugged, “Nothing in particular,”

“Oh?” he raised his eyebrows, “You know, that’s your answer for almost everything,”

“Well, I have to be a little mysterious just to keep you interested,” she replied coyly.

“It’s not hard for me to be interested in you, I promise,”

Eva’s work flow extended the two hours she had originally allotted. A client wanted her to write an article on how false and trumped up propaganda played a hand in the current climate’s unjust civil attacks on minorities. It was easy for her to be technical and reserved, however, the more she wrote the more passionate she became. By the time four o’clock rolled around, she was mentally exhausted.

The only thing keeping her motivated was Remington. He had ventured out to the backyard a little while ago, sunbathing in the grass with his red heart sunglasses covering his eyes. He looked so deliciously at ease, his bluish-blonde hair growing longer and relaxed without the use of any product. His tattoos flushed in a sharp contrast to his pale skin. As important as her article was, Eva suddenly wasn’t in the mood to dismantle the patriarchy today.

Sliding the glass door shut behind her, she shuffled into the yard in nothing but her t-shirt, shorts, and bare feet. She crouched into his lap gently, her legs on either side of his waist and breaking him out of his sun-basked lull. He smiled softly, getting comfy in the grass again as her fingers traced the lines of ink on his chest.

“It must be nice living like a rockstar, hm?” she questioned, slightly envious that he didn’t have any deadlines to meet.

“Can’t lie, it’s pretty great,” Remington grinned, watching her through his dark shades as she traced his Rebellion tattoo, “The view is even better,”

Her fingers skimmed down his sternum, admiring the way his stomach clenched as he sucked in a breath from her touch. Her journey curved to the emblem over his pec. Sneaking a glance at his shade-covered eyes, she circled her finger dangerously close to his left nipple.

Remington pulled his sunglasses off, dark eyes struck with curiosity and his lips parted. His large hand lands on her thigh, casually rubbing over the soft skin.

“What are you up to?” he asked, the pads of his fingers tickling at her thigh.

“Just admiring you,” she shrugged innocently, taking care to ghost her nail over his nipple in passing as she traced over another tattoo.

Eva smiled to herself, noticing how the bud perked at the slight touch and she knew she had him hooked. Remington swallowed quickly, fascinated at the control she seemed to have over him.

"Do you want another tattoo?” she asked, scooting back on his waist so she could lay easily over his chest, her chin resting perfectly in the dip of his sternum.

“Possibly, yeah. I got no plans yet,” he replied, his fingers continuing to tickle her skin. He always had to be touching her, “You got any recommendations?”

Eva simpered, “I could come up with a few ideas” she pressed a gentle kiss to his warm kiss. Eyes flickering to his intermittently, she continued to kiss over his long verse of words then onto the harder flesh of his pec. His muscles tensed from her lips and she kissed around his nipple.

Remington’s deepened breathing didn’t ago amiss by Eva. She puckered her lips around his nipple, giving it a barely there wet kiss.

“Fuck,” he sighed, a hint of a moan hanging by his own lips. She smiled sweetly at him.

“Do you like that?” she whispered, resting her palm on his stomach. His whole body became hot beneath hers and she methodically adjusted her hips over his, grinding against his already growing hard on.

He swallowed harshly and nodded, chest rising and falling unevenly beneath hers. His fingers traced patterns into the skin of her back, but his eyes were focused on Eva.

She turned her attention back to his pec very quickly darted her tongue over the small bud. It popped to attention immediately, eliciting more excitement in Eva and she continued to kiss and lick the skin.

Her teeth nibbled and sucked on his pert nipple, flicking her tongue playfully and Remington swore he’d died and gone to heaven. She rested her cheek on his chest, tongue running lazily over his peaked skin so she could watch him. His eyes had slipped shut and his bottom lip was pressed between his teeth. His hand found his way into her hair, scratching slowly at her roots.

Seeing him react like this, becoming aroused from just a little attention had Eva aching more and more. She sucked on him once more before popping her mouth off and moved to his other pec. She blew carefully over his nipple and it poked out almost instantaneously.

“Fuck -- don’t stop, Eva,” he grunted.

Not needing to be told twice, she gave the same treatment to his right nipple as she had his left. However, this time she suckled more on the skin, wanting to leave a mark this time. She wanted him to remember this. Quiet little moans slipped from him and it made her grind herself onto him, his cock pressing against her. She whipped her tongue over his nipple quickly before giving it one last kiss, then hoisted herself up to sit back in the grass.

“I didn't know you had a thing for nipples,” she grinned, rubbing her thumb over the right one. She couldn’t help but admire her own handy work, her little teeth marks leaving a small impression.

Remington composed himself quickly, jumping into action and pushing her onto her back. Without a word he pressed himself into her, satisfied at her little gasp of excitement as he whipped her t-shirt over her head.

“We both know very well I’m not the only one here who does,” he growled, tugging down the cup of her bra and latching his own mouth to her breast.

Eva’s fingers carded through his cyan hair, a stomach-twisting idea knotting together in her brain. Her back arched when he put down on her own nipple, yet she tried her best to set her yearning aside as she choked out.

“Do you like when I’m in control?” she asked in a gasp.

Remington looked up at her through hooded eyes, the shade falling over his irises making them appear nearly black with desire, “Maybe...” he noted, licking briefly over her skin, “You have that look in your eye again,”

“What look?” Eva teased.

“The look that tells me you’re up to no good,” he grinned.

Eva licked her own lips, her heart thrumming with excitement, “I think we should go upstairs,” she gently pushed on his chest so she could sit up, “And I also think that you can lose those shorts,”

Remington’s eyes went wide, yet his curiosity had been peaked as he saw the sparkle of the devil in her gaze. He smiled subconsciously, scrambling to his feet.

“Yes, ma’am,”

Remington laid back on the bed, his shorts and underwear discarded in the corner while he watched Eva. She slowly rid herself of her own shorts and panties, the front locks of her hair freed of their hair clips and falling at the corners of her eyes. He thanked the Lord for locks and curtains, fortunate to behold in her beauty all to himself.

Eva came around to kneel on the bed and he instinctively sat up, immediately earning a tut and a finger wag, prompting him to lie back down again.

“Eager, are we?” she smirked.

Remington licked his bottom lip and waffled his bare hips, itching for her to touch him. She danced her fingers across his chest, gliding over the small hickey she’d left, trailing down his v-lines and ghosting of his inner thighs, denying him any pleasure and leaving him to whine from denial. His hands reached to hers, but Eva quickly took them away.

“Naughty boy. Don’t make me tie you up, now,” she saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed thickly, his dark eyes connecting with hers. She caught a whimper in her throat and swallowed herself; she wasn’t going to be swayed from taking charge. She wanted to make the most of this.

“I’ll be good,” he managed, his gravelly voice snapping her back to reality.

Eva smiled sweetly, coming to cit over his legs and curled her palms around him, deftly running her thumb over his slit and swiping away his arousal. His thighs tensed she she lowered her head to him, licking gently at him, intent on not giving into the sounds he was making. He threw his head back against the pillow as her mouth bobbed over him, hardly fulfilling his needs. Keeping his hands to himself was harder than he thought, needing desperately to touch her.

She closed her lips over him but then pulled her mouth away completely, relishing in his disappointed whimper.

“Come on, please...” he whined as she peppered kisses over his chest.

“Please what, babe?’ she smirked, running her hands over his skin, his erection poking against her stomach.

“I need to touch you, or taste you! Please, Eva?” his eyes snapped shut and his breath hitched as her hand found its way back to him.

“Since you asked so nicely,” she mewled, kissing the tip of his nose so he would open his eyes for her.

She asked silently for his permission and he nodded quickly. Moving her hips gently over his face, Eva rested her weight on her shins and gripped the head rest was one hand. Remington couldn’t resist in touching her, pulling her down so run his warm tongue over her again and again. Her back arched, her hair tossed behind her, her other hand reached forward to grasp him. His tongue worked deeper, swirling through her before sliding up to her clit, taking it between his lips and sucking delicately. Eva felt her body tense, trying to retain whatever control she could keep.

Remington couldn’t help but smile, knowing that despite her best efforts her resolve was breaking. His own cockiness suddenly faltered when she squeezed him, and before he knew it she pulled herself away from him, much to his own chagrin.

“Fuck...” he whimpered, gripping at the head board so he wouldn’t be inclined to touch her. She took him in her mouth, her tongue licking him up and down like it was the first time all over again. He was teetering on the edge, thrusting his hips up into her mouth as a plead for more.

Eva suddenly choked and he fell from her lips. She wasn’t expecting it, and given the look of shock on Remington’s face, he hadn’t expected that he would catch her off guard like that.

“Fuck, I’m sorry!” he suddenly sat up, breaking his role as he rubbed her shoulders while she coughed and cleared her throat, “Are you okay, Eva?”

“I’m fine,” she nodded, sounding a little winded but smiling at him nonetheless, “I just -- I wasn’t expecting that. I’m glad you’re enthusiastic, though,”

He relaxed a little bit as she came to sit in his lap, her eyelids heavy as her fingers players with his hair, “It’s okay, Remington. It happens,” she assured him.

Remington swallowed, his lust for her clouded by his need to make sure she was okay, “Do you still want to do this?” he asked tentatively.

“Of course,” she replied instantly, “Do you still want me?”

With those five words, his wicked smile returned. His hand raced up her back and curved around her neck, his thumb poking delicately at her throat, “You know I do,”

“Good,” and like that, his sweet little Eva disappeared and was replaced by this calm, confident persona, “Lie down,” she ordered clearly.

Remington did as he was told. Without another word, Eva reached down to pump him a few times before guiding him into her, sinking down on him completely. Both of them let out shuddering moans, and despite what he was told Remington placed his hands over her thighs, gliding up over her body to reach her breasts.

Eva placed her hand upon his chest, setting the pace. The slow, intimate movement became quick and impatient, she sped up and his hips jerked up to meet her thighs. The air was thick with sex and lust and Eva’s fingernails dragged across his torso, her orgasm growing closer and her walls tightening around Remington. His head was thrown back, eyes screwed shut and letting small gasps escape every time she slid back down on him. He jolted as she crawled over him, claiming his lips with hers in a searing kiss as he pushed her over the edge.

Her legs quivered as she struggled to hold herself up, the orgasm ripped through her. She dropped the kiss to bury her face in the crook of his neck, the sounds she made pushing Remington to his own climax.

“shit!”

Eva felt him tense beneath her, then relax. Both of them came down from their high. She reached up to push his hair away from his damp forehead. Remington sat up, and in one swift move turned the tables so he was on top, smothering her with kisses.

“I take it you liked that?” she asked between kisses.

“Fuck yes,” he grinned, pecking her lips once more, “I love it when you’re in charge,”

#palaye royale #palaye royale imagine #palaye positivity #Palaye Royale fic #remington leith #Remington Leith imagine #emerson barrett #sebastian danzig #original story #original female character #smut #the smuttier the better #fem!dom #male!sub #band blog #band imagines #band imagine blog #summer love

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darks-ink · 4 years

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Cloak - Ectoberweek 2020

The danger of just starting a story blindly and assuming you’ll come up with the rest along the way is that sometimes you just... don’t come up with the rest. But! I think this stands well enough on its own. Just a short little ficlet.

Rating: Gen Warnings: - Genre: Friendship Words: 703 Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Sequel

[AO3] [FFN]

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Danny hummed, eyes roving over the cloaked ghost in front of him. Black cloth draped all over her, swathing her body loosely, and leaving only the white of her gloves and boots uncovered. Even the cyan vines of her suit were hidden in its folds.

“I think it looks good,” he said, underlining the statement with a pleased emotion through their link.

“I think you’re an idiot,” Sam retorted, rolling her eyes. She reached up with one hand, grabbing the hood connected to the cloak and pulling it over her head.

Drawn so low, it hid almost her entire face in darkness, leaving only the bright cyan of her eyes visible.

“I don’t know, he’s got a point.” Cautious optimism from Tucker’s side of the link. “It’s very spooky.”

“Besides,” Danny added via the link, “We weren’t going as ourselves anyway, were we? This is just the sort of costume one might expect from a bunch of ghosts, yeah?”

“Ugh,” Sam answered aloud. Then, telepathically, “If this goes to hell, I’m blaming you.”

“Just like we blamed Tucker for the Accident?” Danny snorted, dry amusement in the link from all sides.

“Now you’re just being a jerk for no reason.” Tucker jostled him. “And that after I supported you in this.”

“Love you, Tuck.” Danny winked at him, grinning at the outpouring of fondness from Tucker.

“Alright, alright, let’s stay focused.” Light flashed as Sam returned to her human form, the cloak still draped all over her. “Do we have enough for everyone?”

“Of course we do.” Tucker clicked his tongue, disappointment in the link. “Who do you take us for, Sam? Amateurs?”

“I’m taking you for the idiot you are, Tucker.” She scoffed, but the amusement in the link was undeniable. “Any props?”

“Nah.” Danny shrugged, then continued in the privacy of their link, “We thought it would make us too recognizable if we bought any. Too much risk of getting linked back.”

“He did consider going into the Ghost Zone to find some stuff to use, but I thought that that was a terrible idea,” Tucker added on. “We’ve barely been in there. No point in risking it for something this stupid, yeah?”

Sam rolled her eyes at Danny, stabbing him with feelings of exactly how stupid she found him. “Yeah. Good job on stopping that moron, Tucker.”

“I’m feeling very bullied right now,” Danny informed the two of them, ignoring the laughter over the link.

“You deserve it,” Sam told him, grabbing onto the cloak and phasing it off. “There, now it won’t mess up my hair when I try to take it off.”

“Casual usage of ghost powers for the win!” Tucker cheered over the link, holding out his fist for a fist bump.

Sam rolled her eyes but did, in fact, fist bump Tucker.

“We’re a mess.” Danny sighed, shaking his head morosely. “The Halloween party is going to be the death of us.”

“Well, we all knew it was coming,” Tucker decided with a shrug, wry amusement in the link. “Now we’ve all been responsible for it.”

And, honestly? Danny couldn’t deny that. Between Sam, who had pushed him into investigating the Portal, and Tucker, who had jinxed them, it was only Danny who hadn’t gotten them killed yet.

Hm. He supposed he was the one who let them into the lab in the first place.

Eh. Didn’t matter.

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“We are so dead,” Tucker grumbled across the link, tugging the hood of his cloak down lower.

“Technically we already were, since we’re ghosts,” Danny pointed out. “Also, I thought you were on my side with this?”

“Someone changed his mind.” Sam chuckled across the link, her electric blue eyes narrowing in mirth. “Seriously though, Tucker, it’ll be fine. We’re all in this together.”

“That has literally never kept us safe,” Tucker pointed out, narrowing his own golden eyes. “I’m pretty sure it has, in fact, endangered us. Remember that? Remember us being together when Danny went to check out the Portal?”

Danny sighed, letting his exasperation flood the link. “Guys, really? We’re all cloaked up, we’re right outside the school. We’re not backing out now.”

“No, we’re not,” Sam confirmed, determination spreading through the link. “Let’s go!”

#danny phantom #ectoberweek2020 #ectoberweek 2020 #dark writes

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draw-you-coward · 5 years

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out to dinner.. b fancy

~*~

ao3

“I’ve just never gone to something like this, you know?” Ryne’s feet swing in the air as she kicks at nothing. She shifts her grip on the edge of her seat and leans forwards. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to act, or… What if I say something wrong and it upsets people? I don’t want to offend anyone.”

“If you manage to, I think they will probably deserve it.” Sapling green eyes blink at their reflection in the vanity mirror. Delicately painted around them, emerald-gold glitter glimmers. Ikael continues, “Whenever someone calls me rude, nine times out of ten they were sort of a horrid person anyways.”

Thancred, slowly and methodically working a comb through a section of soft black hair, winces internally. He meets Ryne’s eyes in the mirror and pauses, tapping a finger against the comb’s spine as he considers his words.

“The particulars and rules of propriety can be as difficult to navigate as they are artificially worthless,” he finally replies. “However, I would caution against forgoing manners altogether. They are used for something, you know.”

“Something,” Ikael agrees, still staring at his own reflection.

Thancred sets the comb down and steps back, glancing over Ikael’s getup as he turns his head this way and that to see how he looks. Rather bewitchingly entrancing, if Thancred may say so; they have all gone quite far to make sure they fit in with the aesthetic expectations of Eulmore’s elite. Ryne, he thinks, has undergone the most dramatic and vibrant change. It is a good look on her—not just the bright cyan of her dress and the ribbons woven into her hair, but the excited flush to her cheeks at the sheer fun of it all, at the chance to express herself and be creative as she has never had.

Thancred feels the now-familiar urge to smile like a sentimental fond fool at the thought. He half-suppresses it out of habit, and it comes out shrunken and lopsided, tugging at his cheeks with an inelegance unbecoming of this so-called propriety. He rolls his eyes at himself, unsure at which reaction he is aiming, and offers up a distraction by means of his hand to Ikael.

“For my pulchritudinous partner,” he says with a bow.

Ikael blinks at him, once. Glitter shimmers. “Excuse me?”

Thancred straightens up, offering his forearm instead. Ryne, apparently still stuck in her thoughts, muses in the background, “I do wonder what Alisaie and Alphinaud will be wearing. I fear we will stick out like a sore toe. But at least we look very beautiful.”

Thancred barks out a laugh, inappropriately amused at that comment. “At least we are more vain than this mirror itself,” he agrees with a teethed grin. Ikael squeezes his arm tightly to anchor himself as he tries to stand. “Fitting for Eulmore, I would say.”

“Oh—no, I didn’t mean—!” Ryne covers her face with her hands. “I mean to say we look like we belong in a painting. With all the colours and prettiness.”

“Perhaps chance that thought with Alphinaud, if you wish.” Thancred grabs at Ikael when he yelps and trips, nearly twisting his ankle. “We have no place for a painting, but Urianger is sentimental enough that he may find value in such a thing.”

Not to mention that they visit him fairly often, and Thancred would be lying if he said the thought of seeing such a memorandum to their little self-made family doesn’t strike a pang of longing within him. It… may be an idea worth pursuing.

“I cannot spend all evening in these.” Ikael sounds disappointed. “They are too high, and I am scared to take even a step.”

From his death grip on Thancred's arms, he is not exaggerating. “Put the sandals on, then,” Thancred suggests. “They may not match, but that has never stopped you before, hm? We should get going soon, lest we inspire Alphinaud to give one of his impassioned speeches about tardiness.”

“Sandals it is!” Ikael says quickly, dropping back into his seat. Ryne giggles.

~*~

“The twins,” Thancred says, shooting a glance at his wrist chronometer (an expensive but useful gift from Ikael, sleek and elegant), “are late.”

Ikael makes a sympathetic noise, folding his hands together. He is sitting in the middle of the table across from Thancred and Ryne, between Alisaie and Alphinaud’s empty seats. Why he would ever want to do that is beyond Thancred—perhaps he is seeking penance for something, or his masochistic streak is higher than most. Either way, he seems quite put together, for Ikael. Why, he has only asked them if they are hungry four times.

“Do you think we should order for them?” Ikael tucks a lock of hair behind a non-existent ear, and it falls down again. “Thancred, I have balm-lip if you need it—you don’t need to bite like that.”

Thancred extends a hand for the balm-lip, and replies, “If you like. I’d wager we’re all going to order whatever you recommend anyhow. That’s how it usually goes when eating out with you.”

Ikael’s ears dip down in a weak attempt at showing humility. “Oh…” he says like he is embarrassed, although the press of his lips gives him away. Ryne leans forwards, resting her forearms on the table.

“Well… I never had the opportunity to eat up here in this place,” she says. “And all of the options on the menu look so intimidating! I hardly know what to pick…”

Ikael gives her a sweet smile, eyelids falling halfway. “Why don’t you take your time looking, then,” he suggests, gently redirecting her thoughts before she can ask him to choose for her. “You can make your own decisions now, yeah?”

Ryne looks at her nails, painted a bright sky blue. “Yeah,” she says, and she sounds taken off guard, but pleasantly, as if the thought that someone would encourage her to make her own decision hadn’t even occurred to her.

“Oh, we do apologize for being late!” The rather loud exclamation and the sound of rushing footsteps announce the presence of the twins Leveilleur, dressed to the sevens. Alisaie, butting in front of her brother, pulls out the seat on Ikael’s right with an ungraceful jerk. “Alphinaud had to go give a speech.”

Alphinaud clears his throat, brushing down his tunic and repositioning his braid (which Alisaie has knocked askew) before seating himself. “A necessary but fine addition to this here dinner,” he says, and he looks at them all and smiles. “No one is going to listen if I give it after they eat. It is good to see you all, and especially looking so…”

His cheek twitches—a tell of his that means he is grasping for words. Thancred regards him leisurely over the rim of his wineglass, taking a long sip and maintaining eye contact.

“Se—” Ikael starts, and Thancred stamps on his foot just as Alphinaud finishes with, “… well-dressed! Did you manage to catch my address? It was quite stirring, if I do say so myself.”

Thancred gives him an apologetic smile. “Well, we were—”

“No,” Ikael interrupts, slamming his heel down on top of Thancred's booted toes. He expertly hides a wince. “We were doing our hair.”

“Ha!” Alisaie slouches back in her chair, crossing her arms. “Did you hear that, Brother? They were too busy doing their hair to hear your riveting speech.”

“Not my hair,” Thancred mutters under his breath. Ikael’s ears twitch towards him, and his eyes shine dangerously. Thancred dips his head back to his wineglass.

Alphinaud breathes out a half sigh, half chuckle. “Honestly, I’m not that surprised,” he admits, ignoring his sister’s pointed grin. “That’s alright; ‘tis our time together that matters most. So! Ikael, what would you recommend on the menu? There seem to be so many options…”

~*~

“Then over again, yes, like that.” Alisaie’s face brightens as Ryne repositions her hand with confidence, having gained it during their little game. “And then you… snap!”

She demonstrates, sweeping her arm back with a wink, and Ryne goes, “Oh!” and mirrors her movements with startling accuracy before falling back in her seat and giggling.

Ikael is watching their exchange with his oh-how-precious face, dopey smile lazily draped over his face. His hair is in disarray and his makeup has long since smeared, but it only gives character to his expression, making him look shockingly out of place in this hall of the elite. The rest of them are more put-together: Alphinaud is gazing at the girls with his chin on his knuckles, too well-mannered to lean his elbows on the table, and Thancred is watching them all.

It is… interesting to see them interact. Interesting and different, but bright. Unfamiliar, yet pleasant. He finds he likes it.

“Thank you for teaching me that one! I’ll be sure to practise it.” Ryne gives Alisaie an earnest smile, and gets a laugh and a hand wave in return.

“Of course! Hand games are integral to surviving boredom. I know plenty more, if you ever have the time to visit! Alphinaud does as well, although he won’t admit it.”

Alphinaud huffs out a tired chuckle. “I’ll admit it just this once,” he mumbles. The corner of his lips tip up.

It is getting late. Their food, including dessert, has long since been finished and cleared away. They have permission to stay all night, since the hall has been booked for this event, but Thancred thinks they should probably be heading back soon. Ryne will be falling asleep on him on the way if they stay for much longer.

He glances at Ikael, a silent question in his eyes, and gets an ear flick and a slight nod in reply. Thancred's gaze is momentarily diverted by a thin flash of gold delicately threaded into black fur, and he shakes himself internally. Tired indeed.

“Lovely as this evening’s dinner and chat has been,” he says, straightening in his chair to look at all of them, “We should get going while we are still awake enough to stand. Ah… this has already been paid for in full, right? Alisaie, I am asking you—your brother cannot be trusted to talk finances, so I have been told.”

Alphinaud scoffs out a protest, cheeks pinking. Ryne giggles again (she has been told the katana story from Ikael, albeit with what Thancred guesses were gratuitous embellishments) and leans against Thancred’s arm, her energy drained. He moves it to let her settle in more comfortably.

“Yes, it’s all handled.” Alisaie smiles faintly. “And you are right, it is getting quite late. More than time for us to go our separate ways, much as I wish to keep talking about how many different types of forks exist for the entire night.”

“Thirty-five,” Ikael murmurs with a half-lidded gaze.

“Goodbye hugs before you go, please,” Ryne blurts out. Alisaie looks surprised for a second, and then her smile returns, softer than before.

“Of course,” she grants. “Shortest to longest, then. Thancred, I’ll take your manly back-pat first…?”

~*~

#ryne #ikael #alisaie #alphinaud #thancred #shadowbringers spoilers #drabble #writing #jus finished this one up bc i lost my original thought with it but it's nice still :>#yes thancred is wearing fancy bc ikael forced him #but he reserved the right to pop his collar

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for-a-flower · 5 years

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Warning

The little human moved between tall, snow-covered pine trees. He walked among them, shivering in the cold. He heard a soft shifting in the snow behind him and paused to glance over his shoulder. Nothing. He continued only to hear the sound again. Frisk stopped and looked around. He noticed a few tiny holes in the snow behind him. He narrowed his eyes. "Flowey," he said.

"Hee hee hee . . ." The flower’s soft laughter echoed between the trees.

Frisk sighed, glancing around as he tried to locate him. "I'm not afraid of you anymore."

"Oh, that's okay," said Flowey from the shadows between trees. "I like it better that way."

"Where are you?" asked the child.

"Why should I tell you? You tried to kill me last time."

"I was upset after what you said about Toriel," said Frisk. "That was really mean. I . . . liked her. I didn’t mean to hurt her. You shouldn’t have said what you did."

"Are you always going to hold that against me?"

Frisk scowled. "Get out here!" he yelled.

Flowey pushed up through the snow in front of him. "Whoa! Fine!" He smiled at the human, tilting his head to the left. "I see you've figured out you can save. That's pretty interesting."

Frisk stared. "How do you know about that?"

Flowey glanced off nervously. "I was . . . watching, remember?"

"I know, but I thought it was kind of like time travel."

Flowey laughed. "Yeah, it is! Kind of . . ."

"Then how do you remember?"

Flowey paused. "I'm . . . special. I mean . . . how many flowers have you met that can talk, hm?"

"None."

The flower grinned. "Exactly."

"Why are you still following me? I thought I lost you after leaving the Ruins."

"Oh? Hee hee, I was just curious about you. Nothing wrong with that, right?" Flowey said. "You know . . . I know a lot about the underground. I could help you leave if you want."

Frisk scowled and crossed his arms. "I don't need your help. I'd rather have Sans help me."

Flowey's black eyes widened in alarm. "Sans?!" He scowled. "What would you trust him for? Do you know him? At all?" Flowey didn’t give the child time to respond. "No, you don't. Trust me . . . that jerk can't be trusted. He's a lazy, trash heap that deceives people!"

Frisk shook his head. "I don't believe you."

Flowey growled. "Look, human. If you want to get anywhere, listen to this warning.” The flower shifted to a serious, slightly threatening tone of voice. “Don't . . . let him . . . find out anything about you. He will remember it, and he won't forget. He's dangerous. Stay away from him."

Frisk shrugged. "What could I tell him that would upset him? That I'm human? He knows that already."

Flowey stared. "What? Are you stupid? You killed her . . . Toriel. If you let him find out . . . your world will end."

"My whole world?"

"Yes! Do not trust that skeleton! Stay far away from him!" Flowey paused to smile then added something else with a happier tone of voice. "His brother however . . . he's fine. I've had a lot of fun playing jokes on him in the past." Flowey laughed to himself. "Oh, and he even started a Flowey Fan Club. You should join!"

Frisk sighed. "Don't tell me what to do, Flowey. I'll make friends with Sans if I want. Just go away, leave me alone, and stop following me."

Flowey frowned, giving the child the most pitiful look he could manage. "Aw . . . can't we be friends?"

Frisk glared back. “No.”

Flowey growled. "Okay, don't say I didn't warn you." The Golden Flower burrowed, disappearing in the snow.

Frisk continued on until he found Papyrus again. He solved a few more puzzles and came across other dog creatures, who were part of the Royal Guard Papyrus had mentioned. All were on the lookout for humans, but Frisk managed to get passed them by either petting them, playing a game of fetch, or running for his life. They were similar to typical dogs on the surface. The only difference being that they were humanoid, had weapons and armor, and could talk. Most just wanted some love and attention. They were probably lonely after spending long lengths of time out in the snow looking for humans by themselves. Frisk was quickly realizing that a lot of the monsters in the underground were lonely or simply . . . hopeless.

As Frisk followed signs toward a small town, he wondered if there was a way to free them. He wanted to know more about the monsters. Was there a way to get them out of here? Did anyone besides Asgore have a plan? Was anyone else trying? Frisk’s line of thought left when he neared a long, narrow wooden bridge over a gap in the plateau. He could see Papyrus and Sans waiting at the other end. Several wooden structures of a town could be seen just beyond them. Frisk smiled and started his was across the bridge.

This time Papyrus seemed more frustrated than before. "Human!" he shouted. Frisk stopped in the center of the bridge. "This is your final and most dangerous challenge! Behold the gauntlet of deadly terror!" Frisk stepped back in alarm when several large blades swung down to hang above the bridge, along with a cannon, a mace, and a thing shooting out fire. His heart picked up pace as fear swept in. "When I say the word, it will fully activate!" said Papyrus. "Cannons will fire! Spikes will swing! Blades will slice! Each part will swing violently back and forth! Only the tiniest chance of victory will remain!" Frisk glanced over at Sans, who smiled back as usual. But after getting that warning from Flowey, Frisk found his trust toward Sans was faltering. What if he already knew he killed Toriel and was playing along so Frisk would reach the most challenging puzzle and die?

"Are you ready?!" said Papyrus.

Frisk shook his head, dark hair flowing slightly in a cold breeze. "Not really."

"Oh. Well . . . I'll give you a few seconds." The taller skeleton paused to wait quietly at the other end of the bridge. Frisk took a second or two to glance over the hazardous objects hanging in his path. He was scared. He didn’t want to die again. Reluctantly though, he stepped forward. He didn't know what was going to happen. He just wanted to get it over with. "Are you ready now?" said Papyrus.

Frisk nodded, trembling nervously. "I . . . hope so."

"Good! Because I am about to do it!" Papyrus stared at Frisk, yet all the dangers still hung motionless between them. Several seconds passed.

Sans glanced at his brother. "Well? What's the hold up?" he asked.

Papyrus turned to glare at him. "Hold up?! What hold up?! I'm . . . I'm about to activate it now!" He faced Frisk again. Pause. Frisk waited nervously for something to happen. Papyrus started sweating, a look of concern coming across his face as he stared in the child’s direction. Frisk stared back. A soft, chilly breeze blew over the area as they stood in silence and continued staring.

Sans eventually ended the silence. "That, uh, doesn't look very activated," he said.

Papyrus scowled. "Well! This challenge . . . it seems . . . maybe . . ." He glanced away. "Too easy to defeat the human with. Yeah! We can't use this one!" Frisk smirked. It kind of made sense now. Papyrus wanted to be known for something but at the same time . . . he couldn't make himself hurt even a human. Papyrus continued. "I am a skeleton with standards! My puzzles are very fair and my traps are expertly cooked! But this method is too direct! No class at all!" He smiled. "Away it goes." Frisk sighed in relief as the objects in his path lifted out of the way. Papyrus glanced down, still sweating. "Phew." Sans stared at his brother. Papyrus noticed and scowled. "What are you looking at?! This was another decisive victory for Papyrus!" He tried to laugh but couldn't manage more than a short “Ha!” before hurrying off.

Frisk crossed the bridge and joined Sans on the other side. "So, where'd he run off to?"

Sans shrugged. "Toward town but . . . I don't know what my brother's gonna to do now," he said. "If I were you, I would make sure I understand how blue attacks work."

"Hu? Don't I already know about that?"

"No, that was cyan. This is different. Some monsters can cast a blue, magic spell on a particular object or person," said Sans.

"What does it do?"

"It makes them easier to target."

Frisk was alarmed to hear this. "Target?"

"Heh . . . Don't worry too much about it. Papyrus is too nice to kill you," he said.

"Yeah, I know."

"Good luck, kid," said Sans.

"Thanks." Frisk continued toward the small town ahead, glancing back briefly. Sans was already gone. For being so inactive, Sans seemed to get around impossibly fast.

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surveys-at-your-service · 5 years

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Survey #231

too lazy to even think of song lyrics to put, just have this

Do bridges make you nervous? Somewhat. Are there any movies that you find so dumb, you find funny? Aha, Napoleon Dynamite. Do you have any older siblings? Four + one I don't know. How often do you vacation? Pretty much never. Are you currently having any cellular problems? My phone is ACTUAL horse shit. Have you ever tried to meet up with someone from online? With Sara, multiple times now. :') It'd be fantastic if when I go to South Africa I can meet Shaylee when I visit to the KMP, and my other friend Alyssa knows how badly I wanna meet Mark, so she insists on me going with her one day if he ever goes back to PAX East. I'd love to meet Connie, too. If you could have any car right now, what would you want exactly? Eh, I don't know car types. Something medium/smallish (I don't want very small for safety reasons) that's either burnt orange or red and just pretty and sleek. Do you think it’s cruel to leave a live fish to die in an ice box? Um???????? YEAH????????????????? Have you ever done anything sexual with someone of the same sex? Yeah. Do you collect issues of a certain magazine? No. Have you ever pawned anything off at a pawn shop? Nah. Do you have stomach abs? Ha, I wish. Do you know anyone who is trying to physically impersonate a celebrity? No, but oh my god, so my friend Leon, right? He looks UNCANNILY like Leon Kennedy (WEIRD name coincidence????) from the Resident Evil series so much that he dressed as him one day. The resemblance is fucking unbelievable, especially when his hair was longer in the front. Do you have the Bakery Story app? Haven't heard of it. Do you watch Sister Wives? Haven't heard of that, either. How do you feel about polygamy? It's definitely not for me, but if it's KNOWINGLY between a consenting, happy group of people, you do you, man. Just hardcore practice safe sex. Have you ever seen a shuttle launch? No. What would your parents say is the worst thing you’ve ever done? I haven't got a clue. I'd assume Mom would probably say me texting her "fuck you" even though she deserved it. Dad, probably the letter I wrote him after the divorce. Are we having signs of the apocalypse? I don't even remember the Biblical signs besides like, swarms of locusts and humanity's focus shifting to materialism. I say rather we're having actually scientific signs of a mass extinction coming in the next few centuries, probably, or sooner. Historically, we're extremely overdue for one, anyway. Global warming, the ozone, overpopulation, pollution... you know, all that jazz. We're killing the earth. Would you rather see The Blue Man Group or Fear Factor live? Blue Man Group. Do you have any vintage clothing? Man, I wish. Are you glad to accept any certain person’s hand-me-downs? "As long as it fits and it’s like, clean, I guess?" <<<< This. Have you ever bought anything at Rue 21? Yeah, I like that store. The graphic tees section, at least. What color of colored contacts would you like to have? Like, purple or something. NO, cyan. Gimme a Manson feel. What’s on your bed? Me, Teddy, Roman, my laptop and mouse, my pillows, sheets, blanket, phone... Your floor besides furniture? My bookbag and purse. Wires. Shoes. Your dresser? My meerkat collection, along with some other plushies. The top shelf in your closet? I have no clue. Are there any dead stuffed animals in your house? Uh, you mean taxidermy? No. I am viciously against hunting "trophies." HOWEVER, I'm deeply into vulture culture and have mixed feelings about making art of NATURALLY deceased wildlife... A part of me says that's disrespectful, and then the other says it's very honoring and respectful, to immortalize an animal's beauty as art after experiencing a good life. It's something I semi-want to get into, but again, I'm torn on my thoughts about it. Do you know anyone who goes fishing, but doesn’t like fish? Do you mean like, eating fish? I'll fish with Dad if he invites me (I otherwise stopped as I don't support it if not necessary for food, but this has always been my and Dad's "thing"), but I hate fish as food. If you mean they don't enjoy fish as animals, I don't think so. What’s the best prize you’ve won on an amusement park/carnival game? I don't have a clue. Have you ever done anything sexual in a school? No, besides simple kisses. Have you ever been indoor skydiving? No. Would you have any interest in going on a cruise? No. Being out in the ocean scares me. Have you ever been to a Chinatown in any of the cities you’ve been to? No. How old was the oldest person you’ve dated? Maybe like, five years older. Do you know anyone who has their own podcast? No. Have you ever been to couple’s counseling? No. How many children do you want, and how did you decide on this number? None. I decided because 1.) I would be a terrible mother, 2.) I'm not putting anyone's well-being above my own ever again, 3.) I'm not dedicating the remainder of my life trying to raise someone who might end up not even caring about me, and 4.) they're fuckin expensive and I've been poor my whole life and will do almost anything to keep my bills and expenses in general as low as possible. Where did your last kiss take place? The airport. Did you often read for fun when you were a kid? Oh, definitely. I loved reading. ^ What were some of your favorite books? Little-little kid books included Stellaluna, What Makes a Rainbow?, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, The Rainbow Fish, 10 Minutes 'Til Bedtime... a lot. As like an elementary student, I was really into the Magic Tree House and Hank the Cowdog series. Then in middle school, Warriors dominated my bookshelf. Are you more of a visual learner or an auditory learner? Visual. Do you have any dietary restrictions? No. Do you prefer Google Maps, Apple Maps, Waze, or something else? I've never used any. What is your favorite coffee brand? N/A What is your favorite tea brand? N/A Have you ever worn false eyelashes? No. I probably only will for maybe my wedding. How old does someone have to be for you to see them as an adult? 21 I guess. Do you ever ‘manspread’ when you sit down? Uh. I actually don't know. I don't pay attention. Which of your good habits has made the biggest positive difference in your life? Coming to understand I have to put myself first, probably. Or learning how to talk to myself gently. Have you ever dated someone who was very lazy? No. Have you ever turned down a job offer? No. Have you ever been fired from a job? No. I always quit too early for that, really. Do you overuse smileys? I don't think so. At least not anywhere near how I did as a pre-teen in the "LOL rANdoM!!!!!! XD" phase. Who is better; Madonna or Blondie? Idk. Who is better; Elton John or Billy Joel? BILLY!!!!!!! Name three website you visit every day: YouTube, Kalahari Manor, and deviantART. Have you seen all of the Jaws movies? Tyler and I watched the first one. I don't remember what I thought about it, really. Have you ever worn black eyeliner? "Yeah. That’s the only kind I wear." <<<< This. Have you ever worn blue mascara? No. That'd look weird on me. Hm, or maybe not. Maybe it'd bring out my blue eyes. Ever spiked your hair? No. How long have you had a computer? I don't have a clue. Have you ever written something, and published it on the internet? Well yeah? When was the last time you played cards? (not on the computer) Hell, forever ago when I was at Colleen's with Girt and we played CAH. Can you play chess? Nope. When was the last time you read a book over 700 pages long? Shit man, no clue. I don't know if I ever have. Have you ever drank cherry Coke? GOOD STUFF Do you prefer using pens or pencils? Pencils, considering you can erase. I avoid using pens if I can. Have you ever skipped for a long distance? Maybe as a little kid? Are you excited for the holidays? Halloween was disappointing, as I did absolutely zip. I honestly don't care about Thanksgiving. We always just go have dinner with Ashley's bigot in-laws. I'm VERY hyped for Christmas 'cuz I'm probably gonna be with Sara!! Can you play any instruments? I played the flute for years, but I don't think I could remember how to now. Are you a Facebook addict? Nah. Are you afraid of stink bugs? YEAH. I hate beetle-like insects. Do you have a printer? Yeah. Does anyone own any embarrassing pictures of you? HAHAHAHA I HOPE SHE DOESN'T STILL HAVE IT, MY FRIEND ONCE TOOK A PICTURE OF ME IN THE MIDDLE OF EATING A HOT DOG AND I JUST REALLY HATE IT. Do you still live at home? Yeah. Are you currently enrolled in college? Yep. Do you care what others say about you? Way too much. Have you ever played Farmville? No. What is your favorite video game? Silent Hill 2 and Shadow of the Colossus. What song represents your life the best? "Get Up" by Mother Mother makes me think of myself A LOT. Are you into anime? Yeah. Name one movie that has made you cry more than once. The Notebook. Always. Do you watch the Disney Channel? Not anymore. Do you swear? Way too much. Do you overthink things? You wouldn't BELIEVE how much I do. What’s the largest animal you’ve ever had as a pet? A fuckin ginormous black lab until Ashley moved out. He wasn't even full-grown. Do you own any kind of helmet? No. What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? As a kid, I was running on the gravel road and slipped and fell. I scraped my knees to the point of pus coming out. It took a loooong time to heal. I cried SO fucking loudly. Bad, bad memory made only worse because Dad got so annoyed by it that he yelled at me to shut up. Happy beyond words he changed so much after the divorce and stopped drinking. What is something you like to have conversations about? MARK and other YouTubers I love to an unreasonable height, meerkats, vidya games I enjoy, RP, bands I love... What all is in the trunk of your car? I don't have a clue. Do you ever put fruit on your cereal? EW no. I hate that shit. How do you usually celebrate your favorite holiday? By doing nothing, lately. I don't have anywhere to go, so no point in even dressing up. Plus I can't afford costumes. When was the last time you drove something other than a car or truck? Uh. I have zero clue. Have you ever eaten/drank something and then realized it was past the expiration date? Probably at some point. Do you own any jewelry containing your birthstone? I have an amethyst angel pin from my grandmother. When I was in high school and going through my most suicidal phases, I wore it on my shirt underneath my hoodies. What is something unusual that annoys you? Hm. Well, I think this resonates with a lot of people at least to a mild degree, but it really angers me when people don't put their shopping carts back and just sit them in/by a parking spot. Fucking lazy as hell. Does mind over matter work for you? Rarely. What was the last thing you were invited to? No clue. Well, besides the obvious things like my niece and nephew's b-day parties, I don't know. What item should never be shared? Stealing the last person's answer: your toothbrush. What do you usually order at Taco Bell? A cheese quesadilla and fiesta potatoes. Sometimes the cinnamon delight things instead of the potatoes. Have you ever sat all the way through Gone With the Wind? No. Does drinking alcohol make you act more like your true self? I don't know if it's my "true" self, but I'm more extroverted and calmer. Have you ever googled a name and found somebody? Uhhhh so this is probably so incredibly creepy, but I jumped through hoops finding Jason's landline a few days before my suicide attempt because I was absolutely desperate to talk to him. It was in the dead of night and his sweetheart mom picked up and spoke with me for like two whole hours trying to calm me down. Jason was asleep, apparently. I miss that woman. She was so patient and gentle that night. Okay I'm honestly getting pretty emotional recalling that night so MOVING ON. What is your favorite possession? My iPod, really. I've had it since middle school and has 1k+ songs on it that I, like an idiot, am too lazy to back up... soooo when it dies, which it's WAY overdue to do, I will probably tear the world in two. What makes you feel like you are young again? Laughing hysterically. Especially when I do this little squeaking sound. Girt pointed it out all the time and since then I've actually paid attention to it and it's fuckin cute tbh. Are you picky? You. Don't. Even. KNOW. You have one wish, what would it be? World peace. How tall is the person you like? Shorter or taller? She's just like two inches shorter at 5'2''. How tall was the tallest person you’ve dated? Fucking hell, Girt was AT LEAST 6', I'm sure taller. I only reached his chest. How many foreign friends do you have? Oh boy, plenty. Well, I'd say most are acquaintances, but still. I've been on the Internet too long. In which countries do they live? European countries and Australia are the ones I know off the top of my head. What was your dream birthday party as a kid? Hmmm, probably going skating with my friends. What’s the most interesting story you’ve never told anybody? I don't know. What’s the most complicated meal you’ve cooked? Nothing. Have you ever come up with your own game? As kids, my sisters and I did a lot. What is something you value a lot in your life? Having a home, food to eat, a family that loves me... the basics that unfortunately many people don't have. Whose hand did you hold last? Sara's. What was the last thing you planted? Habanero peppers, I think. What or who was the last thing you gossiped about? *shrugs* When's the last time you helped a senior citizen somehow? Probably by holding doors open? What's the most selfless act you have done? Probably compromising my mental health to help others. I dunno. Have you ever intentionally fed a house spider? wtf no get out of mah swamp Are you clumsy? If so, how? I'm a newborn deer ffs. I bump into and trip over shit every day. How many Lidls are there in your town? None. I think. I think the closest is in the next town over. How do you like your favorite beverage? Cold and freshly opened 'cuz carbonation. Are you going to any concerts this summer? Ozzy Osbourne is very likely and I am NOT over it even though that was decided forever ago. Have you ever been to a concert? Once. What do you do when you can’t escape thoughts of your ex? I have PTSD from that relationship, getting away from those thoughts isn't a thing until my brain decides it's over it. Like I mainly just look for a distraction, but honestly, the only thing that seems to be truly effective is time or sleep. Do you watch any TV shows where the setting’s a hospital? I enjoy The Good Doctor, but I've talked about my disinterest in TV plenty. Did your first real significant other change you at all? HI HAVE YOU HEARD OF THE BREAKUP??????????????? Are you waiting to have sex until you’re married? Nah, not anymore. I broke that "promise" anyway through total cheat methods or whatever you want to call them, but I'm ultimately glad I thought I was obeying abstinence through that time considering honestly with how serious we were and how impulsive I was, I genuinely wonder if I would've wound up pregnant. Let's NOT IMAGINE THAT ROUTE. How many schools have you been to? Six. What’s your favorite color to wear? Black. Isn’t it lovely when your S/O smells good? I mean yeah, would anyone answer "no"???? Who’s your favorite actor? Mark is an official actor now don't even fuckin try me about this Who can make you laugh no matter what? *points up* + Sara and Game Grumps. Has a movie ever made you cry? Which one(s)? The Notebook, A Walk to Remember, Titanic, Old Yeller, The Lion King, Coco, Finding Dory, Johnny Got His Gun... man, a lot. I'm a baby when it comes to movies. Do you keep a list of movies you want to watch so you don't forget? No. What was the last song you heard for the first time and enjoyed? It was one of Highly Suspect's new songs. I think it was called "Snow White." What do you prefer -- the original fairy tales, or the Disney versions? Disney. Would you like more film adaptations of traditional fairy tales? Yeah, I enjoy them. Are there any comic books you'd like to see made into a movie? I don't read 'em. Are there any comic book movies you wish had been better? ^ Have you watched the Good Omens series yet? Thoughts? No. Who are some of your favorite female fictional characters, and why? Yrel from World of Warcraft is a fucking badass that needs to come back, I love Heather Mason from Silent Hill 3 with her being a realistic, relatable, and headstrong female protagonist that takes no shit, Bayonetta is my Mommy like have you seen that girl work (she served as some of my first evidence I wasn't straight, actually), I love Cynder from The Legend of Spyro saga with her personality overall and story... there's a lot I love. OH! Ellie from The Last of Us is impossible to not mention. It's beyond debate she's one of the toughest females in video game history, and it was interesting to watch her grow up in a post-apocalyptic world where horrors and tragedy were so normal. Something you didn't like that happened in one of your fave shows/books? GINGA DENSETSU WEED SPOILER: I will forever be livid Jerome died sobs I loved him more than I love myself. THE OUTSIDERS SPOILER: Dally's death devastated me. A character (in anything) you wish hadn't been killed off? Vol'jin's death in WoW was fucking stupid and entirely anticlimactic. Make the guy warchief & then Blizz doesn't know what to do with him and lets trash kill him, such shit writing, look guys I'm fuckin tilted about- What was the last video you saw that made you smile? Oh my god, I watched a clip of Shane Dawson at the Mall of America with Jeffree today, and he was physically in a state of shock, entirely speechless, and in tears. My lips were about to split my face in half smiling and almost crying. He deserves all he's getting right now beyond words. What's something exciting that's happened recently? A Heist With Markiplier was the best thing that ever happened to me ok. What about something upsetting? My grandma going downhill so fast. Cancer cells are now clearly visible in her blood. Do you have any calluses on your feet? So possibly TMI so look away, but I used to walk SO MUCH that my feet, especially my big toes, have the thickest calluses you could probably imagine. They bother me so much that I want to see whatever kind of doctor that can get rid of the damn things. Nothing I've ever done has helped get rid of them. I've CUT areas off in hopes of them going away, but it always heals BACK into a callus???? What was your last big purchase? Teddy's vet visit. Have you ever eaten grits? Grits are disgusting. What is the name of your YouTube channel, if you have one? 0zzkat. Do you wear the same shirt and shorts multiple times before washing? It depends on how long I wore the shirt and if I sweat. You'd never see me in shorts. What color is your favorite lip gloss? I don't use gloss. How many different states have you lived in? Just one. Are you allergic to bees? No. What color is the rim around your bedroom mirror (if applicable)? Black. What is your favorite flavor of saltwater toffee? I don't know if I've ever tried that. Have you ever vacationed on an island? No. What does your favorite bikini look like? Remember how I said you wouldn't see me in shorts? That goes even more for bikinis. What flavor was the last slushee you had? Strawberry limeade.

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hjbender · 6 years

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7T1L: Jötunn Thor joins the action

Happy Thorsday. Here's some Jötunn Thorki smut.

Part 1

It took some time before Jötunn Thor was at last accepted by his six Aesir brothers. He had learned their language and was gradually beginning to adapt to their culture, in the meantime proving himself an invaluable ally and a capable warrior in their inter-temporal, multi-dimensional war against Thanos. He did not possess the ability to wield lightning like the others, but he had other useful gifts: the power to conjure ice weapons, to freeze an enemy with a touch and then shatter him to pieces with a single strike; the ability to fling icy needles from his hands, and to shield himself and his brothers with a protective wall of frost. He could take a deep breath and blow it out with hurricane force, covering everything in its path with a thick layer of ice. Blades could not pierce his skin, and neither fire nor lightning could harm him. In this way, he and the other Thors were able to wreak havoc upon Thanos’s forces, and when the last of the Titan’s insidious Children fell, there was cause for celebration on the Asgardian warship.

It was also this night that Jötunn Thor finally earned the full trust of his Aesir brothers and was given their blessing to lie with their beloved Loki.

Loki took his hand and led him from the galley with a devious smile, and soon they entered the stateroom, shutting the door behind them. Loki coyly took his time undressing while Thor ripped the clothes from his body and stood there naked and impatient, his loins aching, his cock drooling, trying not to pant like an animal at all the soft, vulnerable flesh being revealed to him. The sight of Loki’s curvaceous, heavily-pregnant body awoke Thor’s primal urge to protect and provide and to please, and he throbbed at the thought of finally being allowed to indulge those urges.

Loki crawled onto the broad bed with its soft red sheets and beckoned to Thor with a curl of his finger. Some of these Aesir gestures were still alien to Thor, but he clearly understood that one, no interpretation required; he slid onto the bed and his tough cerulean flesh met with Loki’s smooth beige skin, turning it blue wherever he touched him. His huge hands glided over Loki’s body, painting it first lilac, then cyan, then Jötunn blue.

He hesitated when he came to Loki’s belly, giving him a worried look. “Mun ég meidha barnidh?” he asked softly.

Loki smiled and stroked Thor’s long, silvery-gold beard. “No, it won’t hurt the baby,” he said in Jötnin. “I may look Aesir on the outside, but everything inside me is Jötunn.”

He leaned up and kissed Thor, and his face bloomed into its natural color, starting at his lips and spreading outward, the lines and markings on his body appearing as subtly as frost forming on glass. He took Thor’s hand and placed it on the large swell of his stomach. His skin turned blue beneath Thor’s palm and he shivered, then pulled back to sigh a frosty white mist into the air.

“Good,” said Thor with grin, displaying his sharp white canines. “Because very soon there is going to be even more Jötunn inside you.”

Loki hummed his approval and Thor began to purr, the sound like a lion’s growl deep in his chest. They rolled over with a giggle and began to explore each other’s bodies, Thor’s touches revealing the beautiful form hidden beneath Loki’s common illusion.

It was exquisite. Loki was so soft and full, his flesh warm and his body tender and sweet-smelling, a fertile bud that would soon flower and bear the fruit planted by its six sires. Thor spent a long time just sniffing and touching and tasting, accepting what Loki offered him—kisses, caresses, the creamy richness of his milk—grateful to finally have the love he had craved all his life.

When Thor sank his thick, colbalt-colored cock into Loki’s dewy pink folds—slowly and carefully, being very gentle—it was especially pleasing to watch how he changed down there.

“Now you are Jötunn in both flesh and appearance,” he rumbled, holding Loki’s legs apart as he began to slide in and out, going gradually deeper, coating himself inch by inch with Loki’s warm, glistening slick. “You feel as lovely as you look.”

Loki smiled up at him breathlessly.

They took their time, Thor being extremely careful as Loki was over eight months pregnant now and increasingly prone to discomfort. They tried several positions before finally settling upon their knees, Loki leaning on his hands while Thor entered him from behind.

Loki moaned and eagerly shoved himself back onto Thor’s cock, his sheath squelching as it swallowed his entire length.

“Mm, yes, like this,” he insisted, pulling himself off almost completely before repeating the motion, slapping into Thor’s pelvis.

Thor squeezed Loki’s thighs and did as he was bid, and soon Loki was rocking beneath him, his cock leaking and his engorged cunt slurping greedily around Thor’s member. His plump little teats bounced with each complete penetration. His belly hung low and heavy, and Thor leaned forward to caress it, rubbing the rounded form of the little Aesir baby within.

“I may not have made him, but I will treat him as if he were mine,” he vowed in a husky voice. “He is half you, Loki, therefore he is half Jötunn. We will teach him our words and our ways so that he never forgets, and I will love all of him. Not just the half, but the whole. As I love you. Eins ég elska thig. Unnusti mín.” He bent and kissed Loki’s shoulder blade, leaving behind a silvery patch of frost. “Elskan mín.”

He grasped Loki’s cock and began to work it, and Loki tossed his head, flinging his wavy black hair over his shoulder as he moaned. Five minutes and three orgasms later, Thor finally joined him, roaring like a beast and filling the room with a cold mist from his mighty Jötunn lungs. He spent himself inside Loki, a process which took close to a minute and made Loki gasp with shock—both at the amount and the sensation. He had never been filled with a Frost Giant’s seed before and was surprised by how cool and tingly it felt, alleviating the discomfort caused by its overabundance.

Loki arched his back and suddenly experienced two simultaneous orgasms, both strong and unexpected and very different from his usual climaxes, and the distended feeling mysteriously faded. Nothing but pleasure and a delicious, satisfying glow remained.

When Thor pulled out, he was completely clean. There was no leakage, no mess. Not a single drop.

“What was that?” Loki asked as they lay down together, catching their breaths in the aftermath. “You filled me and then… nothing. What happened?”

Thor frowned. “You have never experienced that before?”

Loki shook his head.

Thor’s lavender eyes reflected his surprise. “You had a secondary climax. Dýpfulla it is called, the deepening. Your womb opened and took what I put in you. It is almost impossible for our people to make children without this happening. But you are already bred, so now the seed fulfills a different purpose.”

“A different purpose? You mean it has other uses?”

Thor petted Loki’s belly lovingly. “It is said that such offerings help strengthen the child and ease the mother’s burden. A good father is expected to contribute to the well-being of his mate. Aside from a healthy child, a brief and painless labor is a sire’s greatest pride.”

Loki made an impressed face and snuggled against Thor’s side. “I never knew sex and childbearing among the Frost Giants was so complex. Do you… speak from experience, or have you not yet fathered children?”

Thor tucked his massive arm beneath his head and put the other around Loki. He sighed a small, frosty breath. “There were very few Jötnar willing to sleep with a runt like me, and none of them was the one I truly wanted. There was little pleasure in it for me. I was either a joke or a pity to them, and I was seldom on the giving end.” His voice became quiet, distant. “It was fortunate that I never became pregnant as a result of those couplings. I always experienced the dýpfulla, sometimes multiple times. I don’t know how I avoided it for so long.”

Loki propped himself up on his elbow, stunned. “You mean you. The Frost Giants are all…?”

“Yes. We are much better equipped than the Aesir.” Thor smiled and gently took Loki’s hand, guiding it between his hard, muscular thighs and moving it slowly inward. Loki had already noticed that Thor’s testes were absent from the outside, being internal like his own, but he was unprepared for the familiar touch of soft skin and the smooth wrinkle of warm, moist flesh.

“Oh,” he uttered, gently caressing the folds. “My. So you’re all like this, then. I thought it was just me.” His cheeks darkened to indigo. “You’ll have to forgive my ignorance. I was taken from Jötunheim as an infant and told nothing of how my people reproduced. I was beginning to think I was nothing but a gross mutation.”

Thor grinned. “No, Loki. You are small, but perfect in every way.” He lifted his leg a little, encouraging Loki to slip his fingers inside him. Loki did, a delighted smirk spreading across his blue lips as he listened to Thor sigh with pleasure.

“You had better not let the others find out about this,” he teased, stroking the smooth, slippery walls of Thor’s lumen. “They’ll be fighting one another to mount you.”

“Perhaps someday I might let them,” Thor chuckled. “It would be nice to be penetrated by someone closer to my size.” He arched a platinum-blond eyebrow. “I wouldn’t mind letting One-Eye mount me. He is very amusing.”

Loki cuddled closer, pressing his belly against Thor’s side and continuing to lavish attention on his cunt, which was growing wetter by the moment. “Hm, yes, he does have a good sense of humor. But what if you were to become pregnant by him? I’m not quite sure I’m ready for the product of a Thor-on-Thor union.”

“Nor I. But it is only speculation at this point.” Thor turned and nuzzled Loki’s face with his own, kissing his cheek, slipping his hand down to stroke Loki’s cock back to life. “Only one person’s love matters to me now, and that is yours, Loki.”

Loki’s eyes fluttered as he felt himself grow hard in Thor’s big, cool hand.

A whole new world of pleasure, and this is where it begins. In ice and frost, in the warm blue depths of a seventh heart.

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iba-hime · 6 years

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Humanity

Probably the first part of this drabble series(?)...

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Shiori clutched the vial. It was so small, yet so destructive on the mind of a person.

Would she so selfishly offer this to him? She loved him so much, treasured him so much, would give anything for him to see him walk and be covered in the blood of their enemies, and to fight beside him once more.

She took a deep breath and tucked the vial away inside her hakamashita and made her way back to Matsumoto-sensei’s house where Souji was currently staying.

Shiori’s heart wrenched at the sight of him bent over and coughing. Kneeling by him, she wordlessly wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

“Don’t do that.” He knocked her hand away, his jade green eyes mildly glared at her. “I’m not useless.”

“I know.” She sighed and handed him the cloth. “It’s because care about you.” She glared back at him as she sat in seiza beside his futon.

Souji had expected an angry quip, but when she didn’t reply like that, he regretted his words. Of all people, Shiori was one of very few people that didn’t show him pity or treated him differently since he became like this. He stared at her for a few moments, noticing her eyes were on the bloody cloth he was holding and he hid it underneath another rag on the other side of his futon. “What’s on your mind, Shiori-chan?”

Her hand slipped inside her hakamashita and squeezed the vial in her hand. She exhaled before bringing it out. “I procured this from Kodo’s stash. This is better than what the Shinsengumi has. You’d be able to move during daylight.” She couldn’t place it in front of him. What was she doing? Asking him to forsake his humanity like this, what was wrong with her? This was the man she was in love with.

He remained silent, his gaze on the little vial.

“Look, I only brought it as an option.” Shiori cast her eyes down. “…You’re not getting any better.” She shut them and let out another breath. “I…don’t want to lose you. Not like this.” She didn’t dare look at him. She’d seen firsthand the shit this red stuff did. If Kondō-san knew, he would be so heartbroken that she was even offering this to Souji.

Her cyan blue eyes glanced up when she felt his hand grasp hers. “I can’t give this to you. I shouldn’t.”

“Shiori.”

“I was wrong.”

“Shiori.” He grasped her hand tighter. “If it means I can walk and swing my sword again, I don’t care.” He held her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “Sad that I’m not even thinking about you, isn’t it? I’m thinking about how I can help Kondō-san.”

Shiori shook her head, squeezing his hand. “No. I know what Kondō-san means to you. I’ve barely come along in your life. That’s what you chose as your purpose...and mine…” She paused and furrowed her eyebrows. She’d never really thought about it. She shook her head and looked back up at him. “It doesn’t matter. I just-”

Souji held his hand out. “Let me drink it.”

Hesitating, Shiori gingerly placed it in his hand, but she grabbed his wrist before he could retract his hand. “Souji, what do I do if it goes wrong?” They couldn’t rule out the possibility that Souji wouldn’t go mad and keep his sanity like Heisuke and Sannan.

“Kill me.” He said without hesitation. “If it’s by your hand,” He peppered kisses along the back of her hand to her wrist. “Then I shall gladly meet my end. I prefer that than in a bed.”

Shiori chewed on her cheek and tightly gripped his hand. “You’d better stay yourself.” She warned, grasping her sword, Mikazuki Munechika, in her other hand.

Without hesitation, Souji drank the small vial of liquid, clutching at his chest after a few moments of silence.

Shiori grit her teeth, about to get closer, but he held a hand out as he let out a painful cry, his hair draining of color to white and his jade green eyes turned to red. He grasped the sheets of his futon and continued to gasp for breath for moments that seemed like an eternity before his hair returned to normal. He took, deep, ragged breaths before standing up. He eyed Kashuu Kiyomitsu and Yamatonokami Yasusada that had remained untouched by the wall for what seemed ages. He staggered over and picked them up, gripping them tightly. He drew Kashuu Kiyomitsu and laughed, thrusting it through the air with strength, something he hadn’t been able to do in a very long time. “Ne, Shiori, let’s go join the others. I’m ready.”

“Souji, don’t be stupid. We don’t know how this shit’s gonna affect you, the least you should do is wait a few days.” Shiori stood up, gripping the hilt of her sword when he glared back at her.

“You’re asking me to stay here while everyone else is fighting a fucking war? Shiori, I’ve been out here for months. Useless. Unable to do anything. It’s about time for me do actually do something as the Shinsengumi’s Sword.” Souji pointed his sword. “Duel me then. I’ll prove that I’m well again.”

Shiori drew Mikazuki Munechika and led him outside. “Fine, but if I win, you’re sitting your ass down here for another two weeks.”

Shiori ran her hand through her short, boyish cut. It felt so strange to have traded in their hakamashita for these western uniforms and short hair. Her cyan blue eyes admired Souji in his tight-fitting black uniform. She couldn’t say she completely hated the look of it. She placed a hand on his chest and ran it up to his neck.

“Hm, do you like what you see, Shiori?” Souji grinned, running his fingers through her very short hair. “Still gonna keep up the charade of being a man?”

“I have to, for Aizu, but wherever you go,” She pulled him in close. “I’m going too. You’re stuck with me, you fucking idiot.”

Souji wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her in the middle of the open forest they’d been traveling for days now, trying to meet up with the rest of the Shinsengumi. He’d won their duel, and they had chopped their hair, dressed in their new uniforms and had headed out that very night. He was still getting used to his newly turned body, but he refused to show her any weaknesses.

Her hands slipped under his coat, looking for an entrance to reach his skin. He stilled her hands and pulled away a little. “Didn’t know you were into this, Shiori, out here in the open woods. In broad daylight.”

Shiori pulled away and cleared her throat, trying to hide the flush on her cheeks. “Shut the hell up, Okita.” She growled and walked ahead of him. “We have some catching up to do.”

It was evening, and the pair was still trudging through the forest, refusing to stay still during the night.

Souji grabbed her wrist and remained still as they heard loud footsteps and shouts. “Soldiers.”

Shiori’s hand gripped the hilt of her sword. “Fuck. We have to hide.”

“No.” Souji grinned, his hair fading to white as he drew his sword. “We don’t.”

“Souji, don’t be fucking stupid, we have to go.”

“And we have to get rid of them before we continue.” Souji ran ahead to pick a fight with the enemy soldiers while Shiori grit her teeth and cursed, drawing her own sword once more started showing up.

“Fucking idiot.” She groaned, thrusting her sword into the heart of the nearest rasetsu soldier. This was going to be more troublesome than she thought.

By the end of the bloody battle, they were both covered in rasetsu blood. She noticed that Souji was sweating heavily, and his breathing was very labored. “Souji, what-” She reached out to touch his shoulder, and he jerked away, hissing.

“Don’t come near me!” He snarled, clenching his fists as he struggled to remain standing.

It was bloodlust. He was fighting it. “Souji, I have something that can help.” She dug into her inner breast pocket and withdrew a small packet. “Drink this. I snagged it when I stole the shit. It’s supposed to help with these symptoms.”

He reached out and grabbed it, quickly swallowing the medicine. After a few moments, his hair returned to normal as his breathing became more stabilized. “...it felt good again.”

Shiori quietly took his hand and led him to the nearby stream so they could wash themselves. “It did. You next to me. It felt right.” She shed her coat, and slowly unbuttoned her shirt.

Souji watched her for a few moments and grabbed her wrist. “What are you doing?”

“Getting clean. You think I wanna meet with the others a bloody mess? Do you need help?” She smirked, pulling her wrist away to take off the binding off her chest.

Souji wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the crook of her neck down to her shoulders. “What a way to celebrate my return to the battlefield.”

“Mm, how romantic, covered in the blood of our enemies.” She tilted her head back and guided his hands up.

Souji chuckled and helped her remove her sword. “Didn’t think you got off on this kind of thing.”

Shiori rolled her eyes, snorting a little. “Put your mouth to work.”

He licked her earlobe. “Very well, Shiori-chan.”

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vexkader · 4 years

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Solis Part 7

The elevator rose and rose above the white gleaming city. Sun beamed off the buildings and slightly into my eyes. Shaping off the curved glass of the lift. The early evening made everything have just the yellowest of hues to them. Soon to be red as the evening grew on.

The party was at the Maxis Tower, one of the tallest buildings here in Ishtar. The view was magnificent, as I could see the bay and beachfront. Cars below zooming home and wherever. Some freighters in the sky, heading to Earth or Mars. Anywhere between.

With a ding, the lift stopped and the doors slide open. A long carpeted hallway was greeted with a door at the end, and a few maintenance closets. The odd thing about this place was it seemed older, if that's the right word. Ceramic walls, a rough carpet beneath my paws, a greeter by the ending door.

The human stood up straight, fancy clothing all and held a holopad in his hand.

"Name?" He asks me, all perky readying himself like it was his destiny to push names.

"Vex Kader." I reply, not so enthusiastically.

"I see you there, and done! Head on in!"

The doors behind him outlined in a lime green, and slide open as I approached them. A beautiful room with walls of windows appeared in front of me. Low beating music played, synths just enough to be heard beyond the talking. And truthfully I felt under dressed.

Everyone here was in some type of business attire. Sleek suits, cutting off into straight edges. Silver, black, white, some blue, some purple. You named it, all screaming importance over my just casualness.

I looked for the only familiar face I knew, but as I looked around I saw former clients. A few of which I hoped to never see again, and likewise to me. But I slinked around, looking for Friday. Even if she may not have been the happiest to see me, but as fate had it she found me first.

"Vex, guess you did show up." Her voice startled me, as I quickly turn around.

"Oh, there you are!" I say almost relieved. "Yeah yeah, I made it. Probably wont stay long though."

"Hm? Whys that?" She asks me curiously, a drink in her paw. Head tilting in a canine way.

"Ah, let's just say a few faces in here I didn't want to see again."

"I guess that's fair, but come on. Let me bring you to my dad, besides the business bit you have, hes hosting."

I nod and follow her, weaving through suits and ties, along with a couple skirts. Friday's paws clinking on the hard surface. Looking around it all felt odd. There was hardly any anthros here, almost everyone was human. Varying shades of humans that is.

I knew most high-profile business owners here on Venus were human, but at this rate it felt odd. I swear a few probably recognized me as well. Probably the cyan on my tail that set me off, but it wasnt something I could help.

After reaching the opposite end of the party, I saw another coyote. His muzzle starting to grey a bit around the edges, dark fur like Friday's. Deep brown almond eyes peered right at the two of us, meeting mine at the same height.

Next time him was another coyote, light in fur like your traditional ones. Cold icy eyes like Friday's, standing about the same height too. It was safe to assume these were her parents.

"Dad, this is Vex. He's the one I told you about that could take your job."

Gripping his drink, he swished it around a couple of times. Then took a sip of it, staining his lips red for a few seconds. "Vex.. I've heard your name before, not a small one in your line of work. As shown by a few of the guests here. Mine is Kim."

His voice was serious yet accented slightly, sounding like he was testing me. I did not feel like playing a game with him.

"Quite so, I know my stuff and I'll get your job done. What is it?" I ask, crossing my arms and leaning on a back paw. I wanted it as soon as possible to get out of here.

"After the party, I can't talk around prying ears. This matter is sensitive." He smirked, taking another sip. "Please please enjoy! There is plenty of food and drinks to go around."

I wasnt happy, I wanted this job and out. "With all due respect, I'd rather just take the job and go. I didn't come to-" I was soon cut off by him.

"Your accent! It is unique, I don't think I've heard it before?" He questions me, bringing his wife in close.

"Welsh, my mother was from the isles. And yours?" Fine, I'll play this bullshite if it meant I got a job.

"My parents were from the East Asia-Pacifica cities, specifically Korea. They came to Venus to start our ship building company, on vacation back there is where I met my wife, Ara." He went on, talking about his wife and parents.

Truthfully I hadn't a care in my heart over the Pacifica cities. Most were split up between old cultural boundaries anyways. What were they, Korean? Japanese? Chinese? I hardly kept track of my own! Welsh, English, Scottish? I didn't care, all I knew is it made my voice sound funny.

Kim and Ara kept me distracted for a while, Kim mostly trying to pry into my life. As I did the same to him, each of us budging with small tidbits we deemed unimportant. Waiting for someone to give some leverage.

By this point on, few stars glistened in the night sky. Neon lights and traffic whites shined below, a city of night life humming and buzzing. The last of the guests left, slightly intoxicated and heading to their lifts home. Kim looked to me and breathed in, the music dying out as now nothing remained except the lights of the tower, the smell of hours old food, Friday, Kim, Ara, and me.

"So," he begins. "You're looking for a job aren't you?" I nod slowly, looking to his face. "She told you about the ruins?" He motioned his drink to Friday, as she stood motionless. Watching how this played out.

"Aye." Is all I said.

"Good. Now listen closely." He begins to speak of the job. "Theres an artifact buried under Iceland, I believe its inside the glaciers there. However, I havent been able to get in close." His voice trailed off and was low at the end, peaking my curiosity.

"How come?" I ask him, stepping forward with my right paw.

"The natives have proven.. trouble some. Resistant to those who go there."

Natives? I was not aware of any native populations.

"What.. what do mean by natives?"

"A small group, should be easy to avoid. But my last hires messed with them too much, and could've even get the damn ruins open. So I've heard you can though."

Well that was a quick topic change.

"That's besides the point, are they armed?" I was worried for my safety, I havent been in a firefight in over a year. I was probably getting rusty, and I had no plans to visit the jovians after it almost costed me my life.

"Yes, but again. Easily avoidable. I will be paying you in cash, if that makes it better." Mhm, that it did. That always sweetens a deal.

"How much are we talking? If I'm going to 'possibly'" I mocked slightly, "be dealing with dangerous natives with guns. It needs to be worth it."

He huffs, setting down his drink with a clink. Red wine staining the clear glass. "Two hundred thousand. In cash."

That.. wasnt bad, certainly wasnt my highest paying job, but this is no jovian raid.

"Fine, I'll do it. I'll set off tomorrow." With a smile, he shakes my paw, giving a tight grip. "I will send you everything else." He tells me.

With that I set off, leaving the family behind. Leaving the ballroom, I could see the door boy had go home. Leaving me alone and down this empty hall. As I reached the lift down, I could hear the door open behind me and close again. Paws running along the carpeted floor.

"Vex, hold on a minute!" Friday calls out, turning around I could see her. Struggling to run in the business skirt.

"Yes?" I asked, wondering what she had to say.

Huffing and puffing, she looks up to me. "About the other night."

"I thought you didn't want to talk about it." I tell her.

"It's whatever, I just wanna say I'm sorry." An apology? This surprised me, making my ears perk.

"I thought you were angry." I lean against a nearby wall, almost amused by this.

"Well I was, but after thinking about it." She pauses. "We were both drunk things escalated and-"

"I get it, no need to go on." I cut her off, raising a paw and getting off the wall. "These things happen, not like you'll have a cub."

Rolling her eyes, she sassily crossing her arms at me. "Okay, they happen for you. Not for me, I never really done that before."

"Oh? Well, if you wish to remember it next time." I say giving a sly smile, trying to add some comedy this.

"What? No you.. mhnrrg." She growls a bit in frustration, pretending to air choke me with her paws. "Listen jackass, you're decent enough when you're not trying to be smart or drunk. Just please don't screw this job up."

I sigh, looking down with my own arms loosely crossed now. "Yeah.. yeah I get it. I'll apologize too, it was our faults. Sorry it couldn't happen under better circumstances."

"Its fine, just again don't screw this up. Then maybe I'll see you around." See you around? Did she really say that? I didn't know what to say, just awkwardly nod and duck away. Heading into the lift and trying get away from this. It started to feel a bit too personal now, which I had enough of. I was just ready to get to Iceland.

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dunmerofskyrim · 7 years

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I wake late. What is there to wake me? No light to reach me here where I shelter and sleep. I’m walled in, half-buried, and that too feels like home. Like my hammock in my parents’ warren, off the creak and chime of the Grey Quarter Rigs. But here there’s no city-sounds to wake me either. It’s hunger that does it, thirst, a full bladder…

My eyes come open. Here again. Darkness, three-days-familiar. The scent of old colours, seed-oils, solving-spirits. I shake off the tangle of my bedding and the air outside them is cold. Rub my hands together to warm them but into my joints a brittle chill has found its way. I call a magelight to move by.

Dust beginning to dance as it rises from the mess of bags and sacks, curtains, coat, and rags where I’ve heaped myself to sleep. Here again. The faded colours of what was once a ceiling painted such a lurid blue that the sky creeps into my dreams these days, and I fall then fly then fall, then wake. Here. It was a shop once, I think. The frontroom of some low trader off an alleyway: a dealer in paints and pigments, dyes and mediums.

I make my bed behind the counter, facing the doorway. Shutters on the outside, slatted in chip-lacquered wood. On the inside, my side, a grate of painted metal on a swinging frame. It doesn’t lock – someone has made away with the mechanism – but I swing it to as I sleep even so: its hinges scream with rust as it moves. On the counter itself are mortars, crucibles, scales and pyramidal brass weights. Old stains of magenta, cyan, turmeric yellow stain the grout between the marless grey tiles on its worktop.

The ruins round here are all this way. Vats stained crimson, yellow, black in rooms hung heavy with the scent of crushed minerals. Warehouses, workshops, retailers; hoarders, makers, and sellers of colour. Dyer’s End, says the one legible sign I’ve seen. Spelt out in chips of blue ceramic on a ground of tan tile-shards; a mosaic pressed into each face of a squat skinny obelisk still standing at an intersection between alleys. Characters down its face. Dyer’s End.

Back to the wall, I rise. Hang with my hands to the countertop and heave onto my feet. I slept full-clothed. No sense even in offing my boots. The whole world now is filthy.

My belly cramps with hunger. Blurred shapes like the scales of fish swim silver in front of my eyes. I blink til they leave off but the sharp acid feeling in my stomach remains. The sense that my body is eating itself with every passing day. The least I can give it’s water and the fluid illusion of fullness that it brings. I know where to find that. Ought to count myself lucky but can’t.

I sling my bags. Carry all I own with me, always, and sleep with my luggage around me. This huer’s shop isn’t home, only shelter. What if I find somewhere better? Richer pickings; warmer, safer walls? So I go, a shambling shape of strapping and cloth, a dead mer’s singed and carpetlike coat.

The grate screams as I open it. The shutters spread out onto dim Winter sunlight and the narrow street beyond is hoary with last night’s frost. Weeds dried up from the cold crowd between the cobbles. Every year I suppose they grow and die here, grow and die.

Above the shopfront of my shelter is an awning of stretched leather. It sags down with a liquid weight: dew and melted rime. I ready my waterskin and reach up right-handed to tug at one corner til it becomes a kind of spout. The wound in my side is stiff and tight as I raise my other hand as far as I dare, mouth of the waterskin to the trickle of falling water.

“We don’t talk a lot now.”

Even statements, even-toned, Tammunei could turn into questions. Lines of questioning, not perhaps promising they’d ever say more about it, but starting you off yourself: asks chasing answers round the dark of your head. Simra knew that well enough from when they used to talk.

“Hmmh.” His close-mouthed murmur left his nostrils as mist.

A damp chill morning, and he squat by the ashes of last night’s fire. New place, fire built the same way, and ending in the same cold cinders. Trees dripped dew from bare branches, growing up sparse on the edges of the camp.

Neither forest nor copse, this. Only a wide-ranging statuary of lone trees, fighting what Simra could only reckon was piss-poor soil, fighting each other for rain and sun and whatever else a tree’s roots asked from the ground beneath it. Standing and stillness aboveground, but below those roots searched desperate, pale and hungry. Maybe they didn’t know each other; didn’t see the war they were all fighting over the same thing, but they fought it all the same. Everything gained, taken from someone. Everything won is lost. Simra thought of Old Ebonheart. Had thought of little else these past days.

“Sometimes silence can be something shared,” Tammunei said, asking Simra’s eyes and attention back to them. A shape sitting in the failing grass of these shallow hills. Clothed in the colours of the sea, patterned in the shifting shapes and colours of water. That was the coat Simra had cut from a dead Vereansu for them, the tassels of its hem gone daggy already with dry grass, damp, sitting straight down on any old ground. “Sometimes it’s something worked on by people. Like a blanket whose warmth you both wear. It becomes part of your comfort.”

“And what you’re saying’s this isn’t that? Make you uncomfortable, do I?”

Simra’s eyes flicked up quick as flinching to check Tammunei’s face. See the damage. He’d spoken sharper than he’d meant to. It was hard of late to have much patience with people and less still was left for himself. He caught a shifting something cross Tammunei’s face. Confusion in the way their brow, the corners of their eyes, of a sudden showed their age. Whatever that age was. Another time Simra might have asked. It’d do for a change of topic.

“No?” Tammunei said, slow. “I mean, I don’t mind you. But you’re so filled with words usually. Questions. Why is it? Is something wrong?”

“You know what it is.”

“No.” Tammunei shook their head. A shudder of wet red hair. “If something’s wrong I’d like to help. Can I?”

“You know what it is. Starts with ‘En’ and ends in ‘Or’.”

Tammunei’s frown opened into something so patient as to be frustrating. Their old and listening quiet. Noor was away, tending to whatever deeds and duties carried her away from camp whenever they stopped. Put enough ritual round all that you do, Simra thought, and no-one’ll suspect, when you slip away, that it’s only to piss. Deeds and duties and prayers to the dead; she’s made that what she’s made of.

“I feel…chaperoned.” Simra rose to his full height. His knees griped a moment and then did as told. Turning half away from Tammunei, he began to work the fingers of his right hand, putting feeling back into them, and flex. “Dunno why. Fuck… Maybe cos she’s kin to you. Just…can’t make myself say what I mean. Like everything needs to be something I’m fine having overheard.”

In a way it was the truth. Or a truth at any rate. Only thing that belied what Simra said was that it buried the obvious answer. That it was hard to say on what morning, or else in the depths of what night, but the Grey had found him again. A sickness in all its symptoms, like the winter fever or throat-caul Noor had warned him of, but in how it came – and always came back – it still felt so much more like a curse. Years went by, friends and family came and went, and lovers even, and it was amazing the sheer number of things he found easier to say than this: that sometimes he got sad, and stay sad for a time. Stupid to even think of it now. Everyone does, don’t they? It’s only your weakness, Simra. If that’s your curse, you bear it.

“I understand,” Tammunei said after a pause. An impish curl at the corners of their mouth. “Me too. But d’you know, I don’t know why? When I was small—”

“In the Morayat?”

“—Yes, when I was small in the Morayat, and before too. Back then, she was always the least…something. Rigid. I could say more around her than any of my mothers. She was my sister. She let me ask things, stupid things, because she knew that’s how you really get wise.”

“But?”

“I was afraid of my mothers’ disapproval, disappointment. But with Noor I was scared of…Noor, I think. I don’t know. She gave me less cause. She never raised a hand to me. But in everything but how she was to me, I knew she… I mean, she hated things. The life we lived. The state we’d come into. Blacklight and the Redoran. Skyrim and the Nords. Everything that wasn’t us…”

“Amazed she tolerates me at all.”

Tammunei shrugged. “She owes you.”

“Reckon she hates that too. It does that. Debt.”

“I don’t know.”

“Hm…” Simra glanced to his bags. To the track they’d beat the night before, from the road to where they’d camped. “Tammunei?”

“Yes?”

“This was talking, right?”

“For me. More than I’m used to. But you said almost nothing. If you’re still full of words but not saying any of them, is that why you’re writing so much? To get them out?”

“You make it sound like…something. Lancing an ulcer. Draining a boil.” A clipped rustle of laughter, sounding short then gone.

“Is it not like that? You never seem to enjoy it.”

“Hm. Maybe. But doing it’s better than not.”

Writing so much, they’d said. Strange to have it put that way when it felt so far from true. He was writing, but badly, til it felt like no writing at all. No relief in it. Only stumbling and stumbling, and hoping you were stumbling forward, not just wasting ink and paper.

A poet is a paradox, some poet once said. What poet, Simra couldn’t recall. But a poet is a paradox. Wise in the ways of language, of words, the poet knows enough to know that words are never enough. The only thing the poet knows more about than words is the failure of words. The aphorism, when Simra read it, had made it sound like a good thing…

I was a good climber once. Blight it, a week ago I was a good climber. But here and now I’m hindered. The pain’s gone down to a murmur. Good. Only goes back to hurting as bad as it did sometimes. Only when the nights turn vicious-cold, or when I move my left arm just so. But I keep thinking of my side tearing open, starting up again. The reach and pull of climbing — if anything’d stretch the scab to breaking, it’s that.

Old Ebonheart’s a city made for climbers now. There are streets you can’t leave except upwards, crawling skywards. There are places you can’t go except by chancing yourself down. And that’s familiar to me. Before I ever knew open country, roads or fields, hills or plains, I knew this. The landscape of my childhood, and most of my life thereafter.

In the Grey Quarter things are simple and narrow if you’re grounded. Two choices then. Back and up’s your first. The muddy hillclimb into Northslope, in the shade of holding-cells and crowcages, guard-barracks for the Uptown Watch. A journey into the city’s uptown to the sound of baying dogs; to the creep of white-edged human eyes on your skin as you pass, if they let you pass at all. Or else you press forward, down, through the constant slough and swampen floor of the Grey Quarter’s lowest point. Gulleybottom, skyless, sun-starving. Where no rain falls but flows all the same, to the throwing-and-forgetting pit all Windhelm holds in common. Where beggars sleep on planks and boards, like rafts above the muck, in the shade of the city’s weight as it towers above them; not just Dunmer now but Nords as well, veterans, maimed too thorough to be heroes, and so ignored. Where savage markets spring up and disappear like mushrooms, here one day and gone the next, selling anything you could want if only you have the coin and know on what day to search for it. Sludge and drowning mud in Winter, and biting flies that live out the cold months by hiding in the folds of your clothes. Churning choking dust in Summer. Gulleybottom, then through and into the Morayat…

But if you’ve cunning hands and clever feet. If you’re brave or young or stupid enough – or wise enough to know those three are all the same thing when you boil them down – to risk a fall. If this, if that, if you’re able and willing to climb and crawl, then your options open wide. The Grey Quarter becomes a maze of possibilities. The Rigs and the hot roofs of Crucible. The crawlspaces and crevices of the Combs as they thread through the gully sides. The Warrens dug beneath the Quarter’s lowest reaches.

And Old Ebonheart’s the same. I’m beginning to learn that through how much it pricks at me to be grounded in a place like this. Mapless, and changed so much from whatever maps might once have been, the streets here make no sense. A labyrinth. When I walk, I walk slow and write every turn in my journal so as not to lose my way. Tall buildings, tall ruins, toppled towers; I’ve got no sense of the wood for I’m too blinded by the trees.

Until I start climbing.

Blight my side and how it hurts and blight my starving belly. I need vantage, perspective, to see what’s to be seen.

I rope my bags together and tie the rope’s end to my belt. I stand at street-level, among the weeds and grasses that overgrow this city, and look up. Who’s to say what the building was before. Now I only see that vines, thick-stemmed and woody, cover one face of its first three storeys and then come balconies, staggered on their way up to its high overhang of roof. And up there is the city as the city sees itself. Up there is the morning light and the sky and the breeze off the sea. A chance of not starving.

I begin to climb. Focus on my hands, the placing of my feet, and not the warning stretch of my side. To better forget the wound, I focus on memories I’d rather ignore. Climbing when I was still Katharas, days after we left Omayni. It came after the triumph of my ascent; defeat in going down. I remember how my hand slipped just so and my foot scrabbled to make up the difference. A rock that gave way or my foot that gave way, not gripping quite right, and I fell. A slow fall, hurting myself to hold on, scrabble, slow my descent. Like a crowd jeers a prisoner to the pillory, to the crowcage, the rocks and crags clawed at me as I passed. And then I was on the ground. And then I was in Tammunei’s arms. And then I was cleaned, skin showed to them and seen at its red and white worst. But I felt their voice all round me, like a warmth laid over my shame as they sang me whole again.

The overhang is the hardest part. A leap of faith. I pry my spearhead dagger, picklike and pointdown, into the tiles til it finds a place it will stick. Don’t think of how I’m blunting it at the time. Then I haul, crab over, lie panting on the blue-black shaley surface of the roof. Untied from my belt now, I take the rope in my hands, lean on my back, and pull my baggage up after.

What I see from the roof is the ocean again, but lit in antique gold. Wincing, clutching my side as it decides whether to start bleeding again, what I see is rooftops on rooftops on caved in rooftops, and a city-that-is overlaying the city-that-was. At street-level, death and dust, but up here is almost the Rigs of my childhood. Structures and spars and scaffolds span between some of the rooftops. Shacks lean against the shattered sides of towers. New brickwork mortared together from old brickwork grows as lichen does on the trunks of long-dead trees.

And writ all across the distance, in Dyer’s End and beyond, I see rising smoke against the grey-sunned sky. Cookfires, forgefires, kilns. Fire for warmth in Winter, when fire alone fosters life.

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clan-fuildarach · 8 years

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the third generation

prince corin meets a homeless man

(this is a painfully rough piece of writing ok just bear with me i’m still getting back into it)

Sometimes, Corin missed his siblings. But, he feared, it was purely for selfish reasons. The company of Antiva or Magnolia was far preferable to the company of his tutor, Adreanas.

Before his siblings had been sent away from the Court, his days had been relaxing, almost stress-free. He'd never forget that fateful day where his mother had called him out of his bedroom and informed him that it was time for him to start preparing for his duty.

“You are my oldest child,” Rosa had said, her gaze rather dispassionate, as if she didn't quite care. “One day, the throne will be yours.”

Being raised to be a king was just about the opposite of relaxing or stress-free. Suddenly, he'd found himself separated from his siblings, thrust into the world of court politics with only Adreanas and his taciturn bodyguard for company. He went days without seeing his mother or father; Rosa was always busy with queenly duties, and Atropa had his own business empire to run.

Corin didn't really know what to feel about the whole thing. He accepted his duty, aware that there were others in the kingdom who were not even half as fortunate. The lessons were dry and difficult, but he tried his best. He had nothing else to do but try, anyway.

“Your Highness,” Adreanas said curtly, tapping his pointer off the map of Dorchadas territory. “Please pay attention.”

Corin tore his gaze away from the scrap of blue sky visible through the window of the royal suite. The map wasn't half as interesting, so densely detailed that he'd have had to use a magnifying glass to make out half of the labels. Adreanas indicated one of the crests indicating the presence of a hold in the north of the territory.

“Who lives here?” Adreanas said.

“Lord Alejandro and his family,” Corin said, idly pushing his fountain pen across his desktop. Ink marked his fingertips.

“Indeed. His ancestry is-” Adreanas broke into a long and deeply boring speech about the lord's extended family and noble roots. Corin took notes, or, at least, he tried to. Distracted half-way through the lecture, he abandoned his writing and started to doodle. The inky edge of a mantarune wing swept across his notes, obscuring the text. He began to sketch in a trio of coliseum fighters. One of them was himself, a small, slight guardian with narrow wings and sparks of magic floating between his claws.

The tip of Adreanas' pointer landed firmly in the middle of the scene, making Corin's pen-stroke go awry. In the corner of the room, Corin's bodyguard gave a start as if jolted from sleep.

“Am I boring you?” the wildclaw said snidely, looming over Corin.

“No, sir.” Corin quickly turned over a new page, tossing the drawing into the waste-paper basket.

When the lesson was over and Adreanas gone, Corin collected the drawing and smoothed it out before carefully folding it into one of his pockets. He cleared his throat to rouse his bodyguard again, then indicated the door of the classroom.

“I'm going to the library,” he said.

His bodyguard scowled, but did not complain. It wasn't his place. He inclined his head, his overgrown mane of cyan hair falling in his eyes. “As you wish, Your Highness.” He picked up his sword-belt and clipped it on, as if there was even the slightest chance of anyone attacking Corin in the library.

Rosa had insisted on a bodyguard. It was probably wise, since her own father, the old king, had been assassinated in public by a disloyal guard. Rosa herself had been attacked before, though she did not like to speak about that particular incident. Either way, Corin was not allowed to wander the corridors of Court Dorchadas alone.

As the two of them moved through the well-guarded royal suite, Corin showed his bodyguard the drawing he'd done in class. “Have you ever seen a mantarune?” he demanded eagerly.

“No, Your Highness.”

“I heard they're bigger then a whole mountain!” Corin said, his eyes wide at the thought of such a creature. He spread his fingers and shot a volley of violet sparks harmlessly down the corridor, as if he was getting ready to attack a giant monster. Technically he wasn't allowed to use magic outside of his tutor's supervision, but thankfully his bodyguard wasn't a snitch.

“That's probably not true, Your Highness.”

“Well, how do you know, if you haven't seen one?” Corin said, carefully folding the drawing up again.

The bodyguard moved ahead to open the double doors that cut off the royal suites from the rest of the noble quarter. Corin moved through, still picturing some vast underwater fight scene. Out in the open he was supposed to be wary, constantly on the look out for potential attackers, but that was a lot to ask of someone so young.

The trip to the library was uneventful. A large chamber hung with black and gold tapestries, crammed with mahogany bookshelves, it was one of Corin's favourite places to be. His lessons were boring, but that was because the content was often as dull as dishwater. Over in the library, he could learn about far interesting things. He'd spent hours poring over books about magic and monsters, inserting himself into stories of distant adventures.

His bodyguard was less than thrilled about the library. “Hey, Your Highness?” he said, as Corin made a beeline for the zoology section. “Is it okay if I leave you here for an hour?”

Corin frowned, one hand drifting across the meticulously-kept tomes. “You always say that,” he said dismissively, “but you're always back late.”

“I know,” his bodyguard said. “C'mon, Corin, you can look after yourself for one afternoon.”

Corin bit his lip, hesitating.

“I'll let you use my sword,” his bodyguard said cajolingly.

That sold Corin. He nodded, a delighted grin appearing on his face. Obligingly, his bodyguard left his filigree rapier on one of the reading desks, then took his leave.

Corin glanced around, making sure he was truly alone before he made a fool of himself with the rapier. Nobody was around, so he took up the sword and brandished it experimentally. It was balanced for someone a bit taller than him, just a little too long, and it felt heavy and unwieldy in his inexperienced hand.

Now that there was a sword to play around with, Corin all but forgot the books.

He darted down one long book-lined corridor, fencing invisible enemies, trying not to stumble over his own feet. Thoroughly preoccupied, he didn't notice the man standing just inside the library door.

Corin froze, dropped the sword, and shot behind one of the nearby shelves. Had the man seen him? Corin's bodyguard would be punished severely if anyone discovered he was slacking off. Not to mention the fact that technically, weapons were not allowed inside the library.

He peered out from behind the shelf. The man was turned away, staring down the corridor outside as if searching for someone. Corin would have just left, but something about the man caught his attention and held it.

It was always easy to spot a Dorchadas noble; they wore the most expensive clothes, well-made and fashionable, nothing like the dull utilitarian uniforms of the staff or lower classes. But a member of the Dorchadas nobility would rather have died than be seen in public looking like this. The man's extravagant outfit was falling apart, the jacket hanging open and the golden embroidery threadbare and loose. He sported a truly impressive bedhead and his tail dragged as if exhausted.

Was he lost? He didn't look like he belonged here. Corin's instinct to help the stranger warred with his caution.

The man glanced around again, and Corin quickly retreated behind the shelf again, not quite brave enough to make his presence known. When Corin next peered out, to check the coast was clear, the man was even closer, staring down at the dropped sword with an odd expression on his unshaven face.

Might as well own up to it before he got in even deeper trouble. Corin edged out from behind the bookshelf.

“I'm s-sorry, sir,” he said, his voice a thin squeak, “I dropped that.”

The man didn't seem to hear. Corin cleared his throat.

“Are you okay?” he said. “You're not lost, are you? Sir?”

That seemed to get the man's attention. Corin wasn't quite sure if that was a good thing or not, as the man turned a look of blank confusion on him.

“Corin!” a sharp voice said, from by the door. Corin turned, blanching at the sight of his bodyguard striding over. “Did you drop it? You know that ruins the integrity of the blade.”

“Yes,” Corin said weakly. He glanced back at the man, ready to explain, but he found himself alone. The decrepit man was gone.

“Be more careful, next time,” Corin's bodyguard muttered, stooping to snatch the blade off the ground. He checked the blade over.

“I'm sorry, Emiliano,” Corin said, hoping to placate him.

His bodyguard barely grunted in acknowledgement, too busy ensuring that Corin had not damaged the sword.

“Where did he go?” Corin said, indicating limply the space where the strange man had stood.

“Hm?”

“The man, where did he go? I think he needed help.”

“What man?” His bodyguard sheathed the sword carefully. “I didn't see anyone, thank the gods. Now come on, we can't spend all day in here. Her Majesty wants you back by dinner.” Emiliano's nose wrinkled as he referred to the queen, and he half-turned away, as if that could hide the venom in his voice.

“He was right there,” Corin said faintly, and he followed his bodyguard out of the library.

#quill darach #corin cd #adreanas cd #emiliano cd #serraden cd #a Lot has happened since my last lore update #which was regiecide

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Maybe the eyeball on Remus's outfit is the orange side's as some people think he will wear an eyepatch?

Nonnie I literally love you for giving me this opportunity to theorize. I assume this is in response to my Where Remus got that Eye theory and this orange side theory posed on E’s blog.

You’re definitely on to something, I wasn’t very keyed in to there being another side being introduced back then. But I have learned so much from the fanders and game theorists since last year...

First, let’s color swatch the eye, just to be sure.

[Image Description: screenshot of an editing program color gradient / swatch.]

Brown, with a red hue. Makes sense, everyone’s eyes are brown in the show except Janus’ snake eye (all the puppets notwithstanding). But maybe there’s a hidden color? So I checked the 6 hues to see what pops.

[Image Description: a series of 6 screenshots of the applique flower on Remus’ right shoulder, using different hue saturations - blue, magenta, red, yellow, cyan, and green.]

Red is by far the predominant color with yellow in second, but turning on the pair together just makes brown again. Then, I thought maybe flower theory would have something for is, given the 7 flowers on the shirt that came out last year.

But, while I did find the exact flower applique they used (discontinued), as far as I can tell, it’s not based on any real flower.

[Image Description: a black applique flower with beads and sequins. There are ten petals overlapping evenly in 2 layers, with 4 large black beads in the center, a few small beaded tassels in the center and a couple dozen long beaded tassels hanging off one side.]

Except perhaps the semi-double hose-in-hose azalea!-

[Image Description: picture of a pink flower with ten petals overlapping evenly in 2 layers, with stamen and smaller petals in the middle.]

-although they don’t come in pure black, they are poisonous! What a great flower for Remus, that has nothing at all to do with Orange. Another dead end.

Eyepatches are definitely a trope you can read about here, and the dark sides all seem to have special focus brought on their eyes via makeup. I find it funny that two of the light sides need glasses, but so far none of the dark sides do. Unless someone is secretly going without a much needed pair, it implies that the dark sides are able to see things that the light sides are blind to. This would be in line with C!Thomas hiding things from himself that the dark sides reveal. Or it’s all meaningless, idk.

Maybe mythology is the key. Janus, Virgil, Roman, and Remus all have established ties to Roman mythology. Pathos and logos are modes of persuasion derived from the Greek “pisteis”. I have previously suggested that the orange side will be named Achilleus in my Who is Orange? wrath theory, based on Greek mythology. Vergilius even writes about Achilles’ son in Book 2 of the Aeneid

However. If we factor in an unusual eye, the better fit is Aristodemus.

It’s a dark story so from this point on TW: for disease, death, and suicide.

Aristodemus: the only survivor of the Battle of Thermopylae, a warrior who is blinded by disease, deemed a coward for following orders, shunned and desperate to prove himself.

By all rights, Aristodemus should have been 1 of 3 survivors, but another soldier, Eurytus, who was sent back at the same time as Aristodemus for also having eye disease, decided to go back to the battle, fought despite being effectively blind, and died. A third soldier, Pantites, was not present for the battle because he had been sent to deliver a message to Thessaly but, upon discovering the outcome of the battle and being humiliated when he returned to Sparta, promptly killed himself out of shame.

(Eye disease was surprisingly common in ancient Rome, covering a whole host of possible eye issues and, given that Aristodemus fought in another battle only a year later, it seems the disease was either temporary or only affected one eye permanently. It was probably an infection, like conjunctivitis.)

It is suggested that Aristodemus fought so recklessly in the second battle as to be near suicidal himself. This is a common reaction in people experiencing survivor’s guilt, and he would almost certainly have been struggling with that a lot since he was basically ostracized by the people of Sparta for cowardice.

I think people forget sometimes that guilt also produces a lot of anger, at yourself. Anger that you didn’t help, that you should have known, that you failed somehow. Even though he was deemed a liability for being partially blind and was following orders to go home, he is compared to Eurytus who disobeyed orders and died a hero, then compared to Pantites who at least had the decency (sarcasm) to kill himself rather than live as a coward.

In such a setting, Aristodemus is considered a coward not just for surviving the battle, but also for not choosing to kill himself. Then he is shamed again for being too reckless in the second battle a year later. This pattern of trying to do what’s expected and still failing is very similar to Roman’s arc. And I think that comparison is important.

I predict that the Orange Side will try to use Roman, the way Janus used him. Manipulating his intentions. Right now Roman is very angry about doing everything right and still being wrong. Orange will have a tragic backstory that will get Roman on his side. Orange will propose a course of action based in anger, that the others will oppose on the basis of him being “evil”. And Roman will have to choose between three options: 1. following his baser instincts where his anger and pain make the decision for him, 2. doing what he’s told, again, or 3. recognizing that he is in control of himself and can determine for himself what the right thing is, without Patton, without Janus. Without anger or guilt.

But back to the question at hand - is that Orange’s eye on Remus’ shirt?

[Image Description: screenshot of Remus covered in feces and trash, shrugging.]

Does this look like the kinda guy who washes his hands? If you ever came into contact with him, how likely are you to walk away with an infection of some kind? Maybe an eye infection? Hm? It’s a wonder any of the dark sides are healthy, and if anyone is gonna lay hands on Remus, it would be wrath. Like fighting a porcupine, you’re as likely to injure yourself as the creature you’re wrestling.

Thanks again for the prompt.

much love, bun

#eyes #sanders sides #remus #orange side #orange side theory #sanders sides theory #flower theory #death #suicide mention #disease #feces #missFay

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for-a-flower · 6 years

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Chapter 5 (Darker Future)

Flowey left the castle garden for one last, desperate attempt to find the six human souls by himself. As he looked, he contemplated other ways to convince Asgore to show him the souls. Telling Asgore that he was Asriel didn’t seem to be enough and neither did offering to use the souls for him. Plus, he had already tried to be nice about it which didn't work either. There had to be a way though.

Flowey emerged in the castle basement near the throne room. He had been here and seen the seven coffins lying in shadows before. But this time he took a closer, longer look. The other six coffins had name names on them under each colored heart. Flowey glanced over them, reading the names and noting the color heart for each. There was Dawn (cyan), Arrin (orange), Melinda (blue), Nel (purple), Esta (green), and Davy (yellow). Flowey moved back to Chara’s coffin and peeked inside. It was empty as expected. The flower glanced over the other coffins again. They were clearly made for the six human children the king had already killed. But the souls weren't there . . . it was just the bodies.

Flowey scowled. “This timeline is broken. I’ve ruined my chance at convincing Asgore,” he mumbled. “I want to go back. And next time, I’ll try a different approach.” He began to go through a list ways to quickly end himself and jump back in time to the same point he had first awoken. But before he could get far in this mental list, something quite unexpected took place. There was a blur of motion around the flower and it mixed with a bright yellow light. In less than a second, the effect had gone and Flowey was left somewhat disoriented in the throne room flower garden.

The Golden Flower’s eyes darted across the room before him then glanced behind him and did the same. “What?” He already knew determination was strong enough to cheat death itself. But after what just happened, it must be strong enough to travel back in time without the need of dying. This fact further fueled the curiosity within Flowey to try out other things he’d never considered before. If he didn’t have to experience the pain of death to go back either, then there was no deterring factor left. Flowey smiled. There were so many things he could try. He wanted to know how many different reactions he could get from monsters in the underground. Once this thought had crossed his mind, Flowey decided to bring up Toriel immediately this time. Maybe if Asgore thought she was directly involved, he’d soften up and agree to the flower’s plan.

Again the flower waited for Asgore to return to the garden. This time for some reason, Asgore Dreemurr arrived earlier than he had previously. Flowey smiled. "Howdy, King Asgore!"

The king saw the smiling flower, paused, then stepped up to join him. "Do I know you?" he said.

Flowey shook his head slightly. "Not yet. I'm Flowey! Toriel sent me here to ask for one of the human souls."

Asgore seemed interested. "Tori? Where is she?" He didn’t seem to have heard the part involving souls though.

Flowey rolled his eyes but responded calmly to the king’s question. "She's living in a small house in the Ruins now.”

"Why would she send you to ask for a human soul?"

Flowey smirked. Good. Back to the subject he was here for. "She dislikes your plan of waiting for a human to fall just to kill them. So I offered to take one of the souls in order to cross the barrier and get one more instead. Then I'd be able to come back and free everyone!" Flowey made sure to add a lot of excitement to that last part.

Asgore seemed puzzled. "You offered to do that?" he asked.

Flowey’s smile faded a little as he glanced away. "Actually . . . I wanted to take all the souls and do it that way, but Toriel said that you’d be reluctant to give me that power. So, I just agreed to take the least amount needed to cross the barrier." Flowey grinned up at the king again. Most of that was true, but definitely not all of it.

Asgore Dreemurr sighed, his brown eyes drifting down with a defeated sort of look. "Well . . . thank you for your offer. It is very nice of you. But even one human soul can give a monster an immense amount of power. I am not sure I am willing to let you use them.” The king returned his attention to the flower. “Even if Tori sent you,” he added.

Flowey’s smile faded. "I . . . knew you'd be reluctant. But please try to understand how much I just want to help. Even if I did mean to leave for selfish reasons, taking the soul you give me and leaving the underground, will only mean the loss of one soul.” Flowey tilted his head a bit in a cheerful, innocent sort of way before continuing. “But the most you can gain, is a broken barrier and freedom on the surface! Isn't it worth it? Toriel thought so. So what do you think?"

Asgore gave Flowey a sad frown. He looked pained to hear Toriel’s name but slowly he shook his head. "I will not give any of the human souls to another monster I do not know. I am sorry."

Flowey switched to a darker tone of voice. "What if I was to tell you that the monsters will never get out if you don't? All of them will eventually die down here. The underground will become a graveyard."

Asgore stared at the little flower. "I . . . no one can be sure that will happen," he said.

Flowey’s tone lightened again. "No, but it's a possibility. I want to prevent it . . . right now . . . today. I want the monsters to be free too. And all you have to do, is let me have the s- I mean . . . one soul and I'll get another for you," said Flowey. The king paused as Flowey peered up with a nervous smile. Hopefully Asgore hadn't caught the slip up.

"I cannot let you have any of them . . . little flower. I would do it myself before then."

Flowey scowled. It was too late. Asgore had caught his mistake and he had lost his chance. "Why do you have to make it so difficult?!” the flower shouted. “I'm trying to help you! I'm trying to help everyone! And even if I try to explain why . . . you’ll just be afraid of me! Because I've already tried it!" Asgore stepped away from the angry flower. Flowey took a deep breath and let it out before continuing. He spoke quieter this time, but his voice slurred down to a lower eerie tone. "I have the ability to go back in time . . . and I'm trying to convince you that I need you to trust me with at least one human soul. I can prevent a disaster from happening, but it all depends on you. Just one is all I need. Give me one of them . . . and I'll be satisfied."

Asgore stared. "No monster can travel back in time. What are you?”

Flowey growled, mumbling a sarcastic response. “I’m a time traveling angel here to sing songs of love.” He raised his voice and gave the real answer this time. “I’m a FLOWER with DETERMINATION!”

The king was very confused. “Are . . . were you human once?”

That was as far as Flowey was willing to let this go. Asgore had said too much. "No!” Flowey yelled. “I’m not a human! They’re cowards that kill anything they don’t understand! Kill or be killed! That's how they think up there! Human?” The flower giggled to himself. “That's a silly question.”

"I will not trust you, Flowey," said Asgore. “And that is final.”

Flowey smirked then replied with a teasing sort of voice. "Why not? Because I can travel in time? Does that scare you? Hm?" Flowey grinned an evil smile. His black eyes grew wider and voice shifted back to an eerie tone. "Then you're no better than them. Does this mean you’ve adopted their ways? Even if you try to . . . you can't stop me, Asgore. I'm immortal. I'll come right back."

"I do not want to fight you," Asgore said. “I . . . have done enough fighting.” The flower paused. He hadn’t expected such a peaceful response after his threats. Asgore didn’t seem angry just . . . worried. "I only want to do what is best for the monsters,” the king said. “And right now . . . my better judgement tells me not to let you use the souls. It is not because I am afraid of you or your power. It is because I do not want anything bad to happen . . . because of another decision I made."

Flowey smiled. "Ha! It’s funny . . . it really is. I'm the only one who can stop what will happen. And if you keep refusing me . . . all of this will end.” The flower snarled, as sharp teeth filled his grin. “And everyone you love is going to die!"

Asgore stepped forward. "No. Do not hurt them. Please. Do not hurt anyone," he said.

Flowey laughed. "That was the plan, Asgore. I'm trying to not let it come to that, but my patience and will to keep this up . . . is running out."

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