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[crowned-relapse-king]

@andwrecks

It's a little tricky to navigate through until Julian finally locks on to Rex as the black torn open void appears. He's quick to lean out, flashing a SoCal smile, attempting to keep it calm and cool, but he's honestly really excited.

Finally! Another wolf to hang out with for a good time and for some relaxation. It was something he needed after a two, or was it a three day coke binge?

Oh well, did time really matter when you're immortal? It's a mental shrug off, offering out his hand to the exhausted shifter.

"Ya ready to go, friend?"

[narcotic-pharmacology]

Continued from:

@radiatorchains

He was a powder keg waiting to explode, and Foolish seriously had met his own limit when the hand he rose to grab his work ledger nearly met a rather vile bite.

An eerie silence settled between the two, Fool's eyes display a simmering ire. The dealer hastily dismissed the others until it was just him and Jain standing alone in the warehouse. For a while, he simply stares, sizing up the other shifter.

Then, Fool slowly began to move, circling the werehyena with calculated steps.

"What have I told you about biting the hand that feeds?"

[goryh0le]

Dingdong! It's a burning bag of dog shit!

It takes a lot more than fire and shit to rattle him. Han picks it up bare-handed and lobs it after the fleeing prankster. Flame flapping like a banner behind it, it sails in a smooth arc to splatter its payload forcefully on the back of their head. The impact knocks them prone and paints a wide brown cone on the asphalt about.

[despairs-tyrant-king]

💦 Melchior

@szemiesza

Oh god, where did one begin and the other end? Monsters caught in an infinite power play, ripping at viscera and bone. With each regeneration, they reach a new frenzied peak.

At some point, the sun rises, and the snake is finally slain. Skin rips and the muscle tears as a bite force 3600 psi is delivered to the vampires neck. Bone is easily serrated as the multi-eyed head falls to the ground.

"His pain is my pain. His enemy is my enemy."

Julian roars out, drunk off the carnality of his own victory. It's not enough to feed as he begins to defile the corpse, fucking into the cavernous abdominal cavity with virility.

He shoots up from his bed, heart racing covered in a cold sweat and..ejaculate? The man's stomach flips, suddenly sickened in himself as he quietly stood and made his way to the bathroom.

[narcotic-pharmacology]

"I'm going to end the live feed and head out. I need sleep and I suggest you try to get some as well."

He replied, exiting the facility without looking back. It was better this way, letting Jain stay and simmer in whatever way he might be thinking.

The dealer sets the keys to the shifters truck on top of the hood since he had someone drop it off earlier, and then he steps into his own vehicle, starting it up and taking off.

The bull was an easy enough slaughter, taking the raging animal down with claws, teeth and talons amd shredding into flesh while the beast bellowed in fearful pain. It was unknown what actually killed the bull first- blood loss, a severed spine, effects of disembowelment- either way the hyaenid creature basked in the gore and bloodshed, desperately wolfing down meat and viscera through any of its three mouths only for the mouthfuls to he rejected by another mouth. Rage and hunger, still struck with waves of world-spinning exhaustion as the remnants of the drug still worked its way through him.

Once the sisyphean task of attempting to slake an unending hunger began to lose its appeal, the creature that was once Jain whooped low to the concrete floor, almost deep enough to rattle the ground like a small earthquake. WhooooOOOOOp whhooooooooOOOOp, followed by frustrated laughter as he cantered around the perimeter of his makeshift prison. A few times he slammed himself full force against the side, attempting to bash himself free to get out. He needed to go, he needed to go to...someone. No, he knew who. He needed to rip into the cold flesh of the vampire and put an end to his hunger. More cackles and whoops, earth rattling slams against walls that cracked bones and drew blood.

[redrobin-detective]

There's some inherent tragic horror in the fact that Simon canonically doesn't remember much of what he did as Ice King, just 'dreamlike impressions'. I imagine he remembers people, certain significant moments but otherwise it's kind of a blur. Simon is over a thousand years old but he barely remembers any of it. Not to mention the non-magical human brain isn't built to contain so much memory so any attempts to recall could be dangerous for him.

Imagine how terrible it is to be told a story of yourself acting strange and manic and pathetic and terrible and there's no internal context for it. It may as well have happened to someone else in a dream but its the personality and actions most people know you by. Simon hears an outrageous story of Ice King and who knows if it's real or not? He barely knows who the man was.

[novaricewrites]

Sometimes I almost understand those half-feral artists with their muses.

It is absurd how much the idea of Tamlin and Lucien have me in a chokehold. Especially when SJM likely did not mean for me as an audience to contemplate them like this. And the more she means for the readers to hate on the characters, the more I end up thinking about them.

Socially awkward and complex character who never wanted to be in a position of power, was pretty much set up for failure by the narrative from the start? Also has hobbies as a musician and writes limericks? Tragic and absolutely has my attention.

A loyal, silver-tongued man with burning red hair and sad brown eyes? A past drenched in loss, loneliness and betrayals? Completely done wrong by the author and other characters around him and isn't given justice? I am weak.

Yes the characters and the series have problems (which also drive me up the wall) but sometimes I want to be a simple girl and appreciate simple ideas and pretty things.

Some characters are so very lovely to me in an abstract way and I can't explain it. I love the idea of characters but often the lost potential makes me sad.

That is all.

[crowned-relapse-king]

@radiatorchains

Julian was at a loss, looking at the medical kits that he had packed. His powers of healing were above average, so there wouldn't be a need for sutures or staples.

Hell, he probably wouldn't need to worry about wound dressings or antibiotics. But what did have him unnerved was the pain that was to come during the rapid regeneration.

The man sighs, tossing a bottle of alcohol on the hotel bed, ready to close the makeshift surgical kit bag when he spies the local anesthetic block. He takes it into his hand, wondering if it was worth a shot and if it would last long enough in his system.

Then again, the man didn't have a clue if the pellets were in deep or if they were more superficial. Raising his head to the door, Julian noticed that Jain wasn't back yet. Chewing at his bottom lip, the man decides to try, removing a syringe and a couple of hypodermic needles.

Bastardizing medicine, he drew up 7cc and changed out needles before sitting on the bed. He pulls up the leg of his boxers, estimating the incision area, injecting it in various areas on the side of his upper left thigh.

Each puncture created a sharp burning sensation that quickly dissipated into numbness, allowing him to finally exhale as the werehyena finally walked inside.

[iimexpensiive]

"Oh, to be pegged on a Saturday night~"

[crowned-relapse-king]

It's a moment of vulnerability to cherish, lost in his lovers touch, and in the post-orgasm bliss. He relished every tender caress, inhaling and exhaling slowly, listening to the rain fall outside of his penthouse apartment.

Julian gazes up, looking at their reflection on the mirror above them, a deep part of him wanting to isolate this moment within time itself. There's a sudden twinge in their connection, a pause as if a certain thought kept running about in their mind.

He props his head up, smiling softly as the silence between them is interrupted, running a thumb along Stan's jawline, immersed in the deep violet hues.

"Yes, my love?"

@crowned-relapse-king

Stan gives a small rumble, pressing his head under Julian's chin as they were cuddling after a passionate evening. A calm moment between them as they simply stopped and listened to the rain. Fingers were lightly tracing over his lover's musculature, letting out a slow, stale, content sigh.

However... something was on his mind, and it has been for a while. Julian could probably feel it through their connection. He didn't want to keep him with that feeling without bringing it up.

"Hey Julian?" He finally voices, breaking the silence and moving to look at him with those ancient violet eyes.

[whateverthought]

God, I wonder what the Tyrells' plans were before the War of Five Kings. Because we know they asked Ned Stark if Margaery looked anything like Lyanna, or enough that Robert would make the connection, so that means they what? They planned on marrying her to the King even though the Queen's still alive, so they'd kill Cersei? Is that it, or did they plan on taking the princes out too?

[lord-squiggletits]

Okay another instance of "fuck canon" that's not just Pharma-related, but Ambulon related. I keep thinking of Luna-1 where Ambulon called Pharma "Doctor DJD" and I feel like that's such a total "he would not fucking say that" moment. Obv JRO controls the characterization so what's in the comics is canon/right, I just think that it doesn't make sense for someone in Ambulon's position with his backstory to be that petty towards Pharma?

Ambulon's a Decepticon traitor, he's on the DJD's List. Moreover, he's stationed on Messatine which is the DJD's home planet and is (was?) still an active battle front until very recently.

Proof that Messatine being the DJD's territory is common knowledge: not only First Aid, who's stationed at Delphi, but also at least three Autobots on the Lost Light, know that the DJD make Messatine their home. And this is long before Pharma does his monologue to Ratchet about his t-cog blackmail with Tarn.

Proof that Delphi/the nucleon mines were in an active warzone at least until Pharma started his plague: Pharma wouldn't have had any t-cogs to harvest if there wasn't a continuous stream of soldiers/war-dead coming in to use as his supply.

So then, Ambulon knew fully well that he and all of the rest of them were right next to the DJD's home base, and as an ex-Decepticon he knows he would be on the list. Probably not very high on the list, since Ambulon was a mere MTO who got turned into a failed combiner experiment, but he IS on the list; just because the DJD only proceed through the list in order of importance, doesn't mean that Ambulon wouldn't know that they'd come for him eventually.

And this is a really fucking neat idea to play around with! We don't ever get a canon/explicit explanation for why Prowl decided to station those three medics on Delphi, especially one who's an ex-Con on an execution list. Did Ambulon have a choice? Or was he told to go there with no argument? Either way, I think Ambulon deserves some major kudos, because he must have ball (bearings) of steel to be an ex-Con in DJD territory without constantly being on the verge of a mental breakdown or panic attack. I could honestly write a whole post on the question of "why were these three stationed on Messatine" in itself, but that's for another time.

The point I'm trying to make here is basically that Ambulon of all people should've been sympathetic to the circumstances that drove Pharma to do what he did: they were ALL stationed in the DJD's territory and they knew it, they ALL knew that the DJD's playbook is horrific torturous murder, they ALL knew that Ambulon was a former Decepticon. It wouldn't take a genius for everyone at Delphi to piece together the fact that the DJD would come for Ambulon eventually if either he wasn't evacuated or Delphi as a whole wasn't evacuated. But I mean, this is wartime, right? Every soldier is risking their life, everyone could die at any moment. They can't close down Delphi or evacuate all of the personnel in an active war front battling over a mine just because a medic or three might feel unsafe. Nowhere in war is safe. If High Command let everyone abandon their posts who was afraid of being killed, nothing would ever get done because war comes with inherent risk of death that all soldiers accept by participating, as well as accepting the obligation to follow orders on threat of punishment. (Almost as if Pharma couldn't have just evacuated or run away like Ratchet suggested, but JRO clearly isn't a military expert so I'll digress/chalk it up to "wasn't plot relevant to bring up".)

We got all of like, two pages that showed Pharma and Ambulon's working relationship, and the best we have besides that is JRO's word of god that Pharma and Ambulon had 'mutual reluctant respect' for each other. It's highly unlikely that the two were best buddies regardless, but I don't think you need to be friends with someone like Pharma, while sharing the same situation as him, to be a little more sympathetic to him? Like I get that Ambulon would be offended by the idea of his boss trying to frame him for murder to cover up his own murders, but the "Doctor DJD" line always seemed weirdly callous and petty to me. "Doctor DJD" implies that Pharma was some sort of willing collaborator or servant to the DJD which clearly wasn't the case. And I find it hard to believe that Ambulon, who knows exactly what kind of people the DJD are, would have an opinion of Pharma that was just "oh he should've tried harder/been less of a coward and resisted." Hell, Ambulon's reaction to Sonic and Boom showing up at Delphi asking for refuge was to instantly take pity on them and offer them shelter immediately; if he feels protective/sympathetic towards literal random nobody Decepticon soldiers, shouldn't he have at least as much feeling (if not more) for another Autobot who he worked with and supposedly had respect for?

Assuming that Ambulon got the full details of Pharma's blackmail deal. I mean, there's no reason to assume that Ratchet would've lied to First Aid and Ambulon about what Pharma told him (unless??? conspiracy theory!!!!) , so Ambulon should've heard about the t-cog deal and how it was the only reason the DJD didn't raze Delphi to the ground so long ago. Then again, maybe Pharma's story got explained to him and First Aid via Ratchet's extremely judgemental take on events, so who knows how much of Pharma's side of the story Ambulon would've actually known.

But wouldn't it be so much more interesting if, instead of sneering at Pharma as "Doctor DJD", Ambulon had a more conflicted perspective of Pharma's face-heel turn? Would he wonder how it is that someone who he had such respect for could've been so despicable? Or, more sympathetically, would Ambulon ever wonder if Tarn threatening Delphi was his fault for being there? Would Ambulon wonder what he would've done in Pharma's position, being forced to bargain to postpone his own horrific execution? Would he be angry at Prowl or the higher-ups for stationing them all in such a dangerous post to begin with?

I mean, the answer is that Ambulon was a tertiary cast member at best, to the point that half of his appearances on the Lost Light literally are shown in retrospect after he died, so there would've been no room to explore this in the plot, and Ambulon and Pharma were way lower priority compared to other, more important protagonists. I just think it would be interesting to explore these questions in other metas and fan works.

And yes, I do think Ambulon would not fucking say that ("Doctor DJD") regardless of what canon actually says lmao.

[cyberneticlagomorph]

Deep breath in.

Deep breath out.

Your arm is thrown across your husband's chest keeping him back, his hand tight around the grip of his sword.

There's a glass in your hand, half full of drink, spiderweb cracks crawling across its surface as you struggle to stay calm. The figure in front of you smiles, wide and knowing, their last words hanging in the air like a breath in the cold silence of a winter morning.

"Skin shrugger."

You take a sip of your drink, swirling it around in its broken glass; it's some sort of wine probably, but you don't like it. You'd rather be at home with a glass of cold nettle beer, a nice place of hot buttered wurzels and some shitty movie playing in the background while you feel the Warren settle around you.

Instead, you're here, at this wretched party.

You chug the last of your wine and sweep Adrian behind you so he's out of harms way.

"Good, go on, bring your DOG to heel." Says the figure, a Hulder with a hollow back and a massive fox's tail that ends in a wide toothy mouth that grins just like her painfully beautiful face. She's wearing a wedding dress and a veil, as if she's getting married. And she is, in a way, married to the thousands of bees taking up residence in her hollow back.

She's so deeply, terribly pretty, with her soft calves' ears and eyes the same blue as a glacier's entrails. Everyone at this party is so much prettier than you, so much older, so much better and more Knowing. Wild animals shaped like people, with next to none of the social hangups of said people. You feel ugly next to them, ugly and useless and small, a terrible cobbled together thing that Should Not Be.

Some stupid confused Thing that does not and NEVER WILL belong among them.

You hold out the empty glass and watch a Goblin in servant's garb take it before replacing it with a full unbroken glass of nettle beer. The Goblin looks at you with wide wet eyes, his ears and nose like yours. Depending on who you ask, Pookas are a breed a Goblin after all, it's one reason why everyone hates you.

You give the Goblin a slight nod and watch him scamper away to tend to the other guests.

You chug your nettle beer, you bring the now empty glass up with startling speed and smash it against the side of the Hulder's head at full strength. Her lower jaw detaches part way from the force of the blow and is left swinging by a piece of gristle, tongue dangling. She gurgles weakly, the bees in her back buzz unhappily as she eventually topples to the ground spilling honey, wax, and brood.

"Anybody else wanna play with me tonight?" You say to nobody in particular, pulling a chunk of comb off ground and popping it into your mouth. Some of the party members bristle, hands hovering by their weapons, others recoil and half fade into the shadows. You want them to try you, you want a reason to hurt someone else, and yourself in the process.

But nobody does, and after a few tense moments, the music starts back up and everyone gets on with their night like nothing happened.

The Hulder is carted away by her attendants, so she can heal herself in peace. You lick honey-gore off your fingers, plucking out shards of glass with your teeth.

"Didn't think so."

[ignitionxbomb]

"Who missed me, ya fucking extras?"

//I'm sorry for randomly disappearing for months ;-; I'm not fully back back as I'm currently working off of my phone's hotspot (I've been dealing with this since July) and I also don't have a proper desk so I don't know how much I'll be on here on my computer. But now that I have access to my other blogs... I can actually save and write down the log in info so I can log on via mobile.

[edgarallen-foe]

[ edgarallen-foe has blocked @plasticross ! ]

[yaksha-garden]

@askrossiel | Continued from x

"Hail?" Eden scoffed. "We're hardly up in the mountains, Ros-"

A light but sharp plink on their head interrupted them. Eden blinked, and glanced up and around and what could have fallen on them. Another plink on their shoulder. Their palm opened up, and in fell a little cold crystal.

Well. That certainly looked like the "hail" that Eden thought only formed at high altitudes... at least, that was the case back home. The weather of the northern climates was truly and utterly fucked then.

More began to fall. Eden's shoulder and hands lowered. Instead of running into the shelter their friend so kindly offered, they gazed up at the sky, muttering "Ay bhagavan, the gods really do hate me..."