#lobotomy fic.. lobotomy fic Will happen

[leprosycock]

ok ok I just read papillon and god. I never thought I'd be attracted to starving kink but you brought out the twisted romance of the abuse so well..... there's just something about him becoming so weak through enabling(/enforcing) by lud and also his own convincing himself that he wants it (that fucking "thank you I couldn't have done it without you " at the end!! Jfc!!) That is so alluring and erotic so thank you very much for introducing me to a new fetish I guess lol. I love your writing so much genuinely fr, honestly it's like you could make even the kinks that I hate seem appealing. So hauntingly disgustingly beautiful.

thank you so much 🥹💕💕 i’m so glad you liked it!! really the main reason why i like it so much is the idea of j surrendering complete and total control of his body and offering it entirely to lud, who abuses that control and that trust and intimacy and twists it into something impure and sick just because he’s a very, very selfish little boy whose curiosity will and does hurt those around him. it’s soooo <33 yeah i like it. i’m super pleased that that angle came across in the fic and i definitely wanna toy with the concept more!!

[sailorsenshishitposter]

DID YOU PRAY TODAY?

"Why are we doing this again?"

"Because it's Sunday and you have no school today. Now be quiet and let me continue!"

It was the weekend and Angel was forcing all the first and second year students to participate in a Sunday school session. As an apology, Hana had baked some cookies for everyone but they tasted more bland than her personality. When she wasn't looking, the group then went over to Itadori and used one of Sukuna's mouth hands as a trash can.

"I thought this series was supposed to be based on Buddihism and Shintoist beliefs?"

"It's Gege. He can add Abrahamic religions into his work if he wants to. Now let me get on with my lesson! Can anyone tell me the events that took place one thousand years ago?'

The whole class groaned. It seems that now they were also being forced into a history lesson.

"Didn't Sukuna get his ass beat?"

Angel then forced Hana to put a bar of soap in Yuji's mouth.

"Language Itadori! But yes, he was defeated. Unfortunately, my clan and Satoru Gojo's were nearly made extinct. This is why the fallen is such a dangerous enemy!"

"The fallen? Did he get dropped on his head as a baby or something?"

"Please you guys, I can hear him screaming in my head..."

"So he's throwing a tantrum? I guess he really is a toddler."

A mouth then appeared under Yuji's eye.

"Damn brats! Once I am free of this body I'll kill each and every of you, one by one!"

Angel then poured a liquid from a small bottle down his throat. Sukuna began to vomit more blood than when the door opens in the shining.

"...What did you feed him?"

"Holy water. It won't kill him but it should get him to settle down for now."

Ijichi was then called to clean up the mess. As the poor man scrubbed away blood, Mai went over to Maki.

"Have you seen this!?"

She grabbed her phone and put on JujuTube. There was another viral video from their cousin Andrew Tate/Naoya Zenin. He was doing another lame podcast.

"-and if that doesn't work, just give her a blackflash. It works every time. Anyway you can email me at AlphaRizzler2018@gmail.com or hit me up on my Twitter-"

"The old house still gets mail deliveries right? Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"I've already got a website in mind. Select expedite shipping and it should arrive in two hours."

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"And that's why God cursed us with sin! Now, can anyone tell me the way to salvation?"

Megumi was sleeping at his desk so Nobara slapped him on the back of his head.

"Jesus Christ!"

"That's right Fushiguro! I can see why Hana adores you so much!"

Hana then began to choke and Megumi raised an eyebrow.

"Nevermind, I don't want to know."

"All right students, have you ever seen an exorcism take place?"

"No offence, but we do that every day."

"Salmon."

"No, no, not a sorcerer style exorsim. I'm talking about removing demons from a possessed persons body!"

Sukuna then spoke to Itadori.

"Hey brat. Take these. I'm sure they will be of help."

How Sukuna managed to smuggle a box of DVD's was unknown.

"Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?"

The king of curses did his best to hold back his smirk.

"Don't worry about it."

Itadori then raised his hand.

"Hana sensei erm I mean, Angel, would these help?"

In his hands was a copy of bible black. "Angels have to do with the Bible, right?" he thought to himself. "This must be some kind of instruction video."

Angel's mouth then made a shocked look and then Hana was now being forced to swat Itadori with a wooden ruler.

"REPENT!!!!!"

"I'M SORRY, I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID WRONG! SUKUNA SAID IT WOULD HELP!"

All of a sudden a mouth formed on Yuji's cheek and began to laugh with glee.

"I should have figured he was behind this. Itadori, once class is over I'll give you a lesson about the sins of fornication..."

"WAIT, WHAT! PLEASE DON'T, I PROMISE I'LL BURN THE DVD'S JUST PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME THE SEX ED TALK!"

"Alright then. Just know that if you are lying to me than God shall strike you down!"

Nobara then moved her desk away from him.

"KUGISAKI!?"

"Hey, I'm not going to risk being hit by a thunderbolt because you're a teen boy!"

____________

"Achoo!"

Kashimo, the god of thunder then looked over his shoulder.

"Why do I feel like someone is talking about me behind my back?"

____________

"Why does no one believe me?"

Hana then clapped her hands.

"Is anyone here familiar with William Peter Blatty's the exorcist?"

"The novel or the movie?"

"Either is fine."

"Is that the one where the old lady crawls on the ceiling?"

"You're thinking of the third one."

"Wasn't that the favorite movie of some cannibal?"

"Hey Sukuna, what do you think of the exorcist three?"

"I don't even know what that is brat."

"Let me look it up on my phone. Hey Alexa, what year did the third exorcist film come out?"

"Who the hell is Ale-"

"The Exorcist three is the third film in the exorcist trilogy and based on the 1983 horror novel Legion-"

"We're getting off track! Can anyone detail the events that take place?"

"Doesn't a priest come along and tie a little girl down to her bed so she stops floating?"

"Close enough. Everyone, please help me push the tables together so we can tie Itadori down on to them.""Wait, what?

____________

As chaos began to break out, Maki and Mai were now scrolling through Naoya's Twitter account.

@NaoyaMasterOfSwag69

12:05

"Wtf? I just got home and my uncle is yelling at me! He says this kind of filth isn't allowed in our family but he literally screwed his niece. I'm going to ask my father what's going on."

12:10

"Dad's passed out again like usual. I tried to wake him up be he was drunk and mumbling something about dragons? He said it's in my room so I'll update you all."

12:20

"Okay, this has got to stop! I don't know who you are but this isn't funny!"

Below was a photo with various packages. Several items lay opened including three different bad dragon dildos along with some gay pornography. One clearly titled '17 naked cowboys in the showers at ram ranch'.

12:45

"I SWEAR I'M NOT GAY, I LIKE BOOBS! WHO'S WRINGING THE DOOR BELL!? WHY THE HELL ARE THERE A BUNCH OF MALE STRIPPERS!? HOW DID YOU PEOPLE GET THIS ADDRESS!?"

The twins then high fived each other.

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"SOMEONE, PLEASE HELP ME!"

Itadori was now pleading for mercy, having been held down against his will and forced to endure Angel's exorcism.

"THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELLS YOU! THE POWRT OF CHRIST COMPELLS YOU!"

Suddenly the door opened.

"What's he doing here!?"

It was none other than Kenjaku.

"What do you think you're doing!?" cried Angel.

"Taking my son out of your class, what else does it look like?"

"I'M NOT FINISHED YET!"

"Oh yes you are! Don't forget that I can sue you and all of Jujutsu Tech for forcing your beliefs on my son! Now come Yuji, let's get you out of these ropes."

"Please don't let him take me away! The last time he started going on about how my father was some kind of sex god!"

"I'm afraid there's nothing that I can do Yuji. You'll have to leave my class..."

"Come son, I got us tickets to Takaba's comedy special."

"SUKUNA, YOU KNOW AS WELL AS I DO THAT NEITHER OF US WANT TO WATCH THAT GUY PERFORM!"

Itadori got no response.

"Sukuna...?"

The next thing he knew and Yuji was covered in vomit.

"Gross! What did you eat!?"

"You all fed me those cookies, remember? I think I might actually die of food poisoning..."

How Hana baked cookies that harmed one who was immune to all poisons was a still a mystery. 

[lightyaoigami]

do not get me wrong it is in many ways hellish but ocd is also, to me, objectively funny. had a great time with your friend? no no - you definitely [redacted] them and forgot. called them slurs also. stole from their house and desecrated their belongings.

[zenaidamacrouras1]

Chapter 16: In this chapter our intrepid heroes spend a lot of time texting about Vonnegut novels.

Me: Does everyone on tumblr hate me because of these effing Unpredictable Syncrohinity chapter updates?

Also me: Bold of you to assume they didn't already hate you!

Me: Fair point!

Also me: Why did you pick a fic name that is so hard to spell?

Me: A better questions why are my fics so long?

Also me: maybe because you let your characters spend so much time talking about Vonnegut novels

Me: but Steve Rogers's opinions on Vonnegut novels that I imagined are very important to the world.

Also me: Accurate. Carry on friend. I like you.

Me: High five!

Excerpt: Bucky and Yelena are friends and it makes me happy.

"You say you are good, but you seem mopey," Yelena adds.

"I'm not mopey," Bucky says automatically.

"You are sighing and gazing out into a body of water,” Yelena says, gesturing to the river.

"I'm enjoying the evening! It finally cooled off enough to be outside! Taking a walk is healthy!” Bucky argues.

"I'm Russian, I know about moping! We invented moping. Do not question my mope detector!"

[sqtorux]

omlllll i loved your kinky smau, if you still do fics can i request one that happens after sukuna says he’s gonna show us shibari? the idea of that from the smau just has be biting my fist oml, i absolutely love your smaus 😫😫😫

summary: after knowing your desire to be tied up, sukuna teaches you the art of shibari — a practice he loved since centuries ago.

desc: fem!reader, true form sukuna, cocky!sukuna smh, oral (both), p in v, dacryphilia if u squint, petnames, 1.3k words... somebody needs a lobotomy. spin off from this smau.

a/n: yes i do write written fics too!! just havent got much reqs for them. been wilding lately with nsfw content so thankyou for giving me the opportunity to write a full blown smut lmao.

you always knew you were bonded with sukuna in more ways than one. many centuries past could not keep the both of your souls apart. heck even the red string of fate theory seemed viable when it comes to him and you.

although as of the moment, the strings of the rope holding you together were very much physical and materialising. you kneel before your king with your hands tied behind your back firmly, staring at him through glossy eyes.

“p-please” your lips quiver, feeling the throbbing between your thighs yet you were unable to do anything since you were bound in place. sukuna only smirks at your distress.

“i told you i’ll show you how this works didn't i?” his gruff voice makes your cunt react, so ready for him.

he looms over you, gently caressing your face down to your neck and stopping abruptly on your exposed chest to admire you. you whimper when you felt his touch, so starved and desperate for him but he's not giving you anything yet.

his hand trails down your hips in feather light touches and hovers on your inner thighs sending goosebumps all over your body. you bust yourself up so that his hands land on your aching pussy but no, sukuna pulls his hand away swiftly.

“tsk so desperate f'me. aren't you such a lil slut” he looks at you in distaste making you gasp. “n-no ‘m a good girl” you sob pathetically.

“is that so? then be patient. good girls will do what they are told hmm?” he whispers against your ear, even the slightest warmth from him drove you insane but you said yourself that you were a good girl, so you could only nod at his words.

he smirks in approval and moves to drag down the soft fabric of his kimono. your mouth flies open at the sight– not one but two gigantic cocks springing out in front of your very eyes. your pussy clenches at nothing just by the thought of them being rammed inside you mercilessly.

you let out an involuntary whine which sukuna did not fail to notice. “lets quench your thirsty lil throat first how bout that?” his hand holds the back of your head steadily to put you in the perfect position to suck him off. one of him at least.

you waste no time to lick the precum that was oozing from his shaft. you felt powerful when you hear him grunt despite being unable to move any part of your body. you gave him another lick and he hisses in annoyance.

“open wide” you obey as he shoves his whole length into your throat mercilessly. his black painted fingers ran through your hair, fisting a handful of them and bobbing your head against his erection. tears well up in your eyes but you do your best to graze his length with your tongue taking care not to use your teeth.

“taking me s’well” sukuna practically growls as he stares down at you, brows furrowing in pleasure and fascination with how his dick moves in and out of your mouth.

a pool of drool runs from your mouth all the way to your jaw and the end of your chin, sukuna marvels at the lovely sight. the ropes securely tying your wrists together were now burning hot against your skin, aching to be freed so that your hands can roam somewhere, anywhere.

your stomach tightens as you feel your own pussy leaking, making you whine. the vibrations made all four of sukuna's eyes roll back in pleasure “m’close” his hand bobs your head harsher, his thrust becoming faster and deeper making you gag.

sukuna shudders, shooting his load into your mouth filthily “good girls swallow” and you do just that, savoring every drop of the sweet, salty and bitter warm liquid that went down your throat.

dating someone with super powers, or in his words a cursed technique, was fascinating because before you could even catch a breath, the ropes holding your wrists in place were slashed off magically and precisely.

your hands instinctively make their way to your throbbing wet pussy but sukuna's faster than you. he always is. “did i tell you you could touch yourself?”

you could only whine as your pussy screams in need for something to clench on. sukuna spreads you on your back and brings out another set of ropes to tie each of your wrists together with your thighs. his skillful hands work through the ropes, handling the knots with ease.

he was mockingly slow with his actions on purpose, ignoring your whiny pleas. “kuna..” your voice was small, so meek it made both his cocks twich. even the one you had just finished sucking off merely a few seconds ago.

he admires his craft — you, spawled open lewdly in front of him, exposed for him to see. painfully slowly he rubs on your sticky pussy, your back arching up for more contact.

sukuna chuckles at how desperate you were and decides to indulge you this time since you've been so good to him. he shoves his fingers into your entrance as you let out a yelp, squirming against his hand for more friction.

your thighs want to close themselves but the ropes prevent them from doing so. one thing about sukuna, he has more features than your normal person — two cocks, four eyes, and a mouth that could appear on any part of his body; and he knows just how to use each and every one of them to his advantage.

a slimy warm tongue licks your clit as his fingers demolish your g-spot dragging out screams of pleasure from your pretty little mouth. you writhe, unable to move as the ropes drag against your skin, your stomach forming knots upon knots.

“s’kuna!!!” you exclaimed as you chase your high mewling out incoherent sentences accompanying pants and gasps with every lick and thrust of his fingers.

“mhm come f’me little one” at his reassuring tone, the knots in your stomach become undone with your own cum dripping out from your pussy. sukuna's mouth on his hand licks you clean as you gasp for air.

oh but he wasn't done with you. not even halfway.

he fists his untouched cock coating all of his length in his precum, pointing it at your entrance. before you could even register anything else, he shoves it inside you and starts thrusting in and out.

“this is what you wanted isn't it?” sukuna growls as your cunt sucks him in, clenching hard on his length. “s’ fkin tight-” he rams into you, his pace never faltering and only increasing more and more and more.

you want to dig your nails into his back, wrap your legs around him, pull him closer but alas, the straps of jute prevent you to act on your desires. the only thing you could do was continue to let your hole get abused, forcing out small exhales of ah ah ah!s from your lungs.

“k-kuna m'close!!” you wail, tears falling from your eyes down to the side of your cheeks. your lips part and your mouth forms a pretty o. sukuna loves your fucked out cockdrunk face and makes a mental note to frame it the next chance he gets.

“nghh p-please…” you moan out, you're pretty sure the ropes on your wrist tied to your thighs would leave marks with how much you strained your skin against them but that's the least of your concerns right now.

“yeah?? then come f’me. come f’your king” his voice was raspy, his own oragasm drawing near.

a few more frantic trusts and white hot pleasure runs through your veins, blurring your vision as you feel him dumping his load inside you, mixing with the slimy ones of your own. it leaks from your hole, too much to be stuffed, overpouring onto the sheets.

you pant in exhaustion but sukuna was far from worn out. if anything he wonders how more fucked up you will be when he stuffs both his cocks into all your holes at the same time.

maybe he'll even try taking things further with the ropes and elevate you to fuck you mid-air. since you're so good to him, you'll take it, right?

[kit-williams]

What do you think yandere Alpharius would be like? I think he would be one of the scariest yanderes in my opinion.

I hope you like intense stalkers because that is the kind of yandere they would be. But yes they would be some of the more horrifying/terrifying yanderes to have given how through they are with knowing their target and manipulating things around the target.

SO I was inspired by the twins and wrote a whole ass situation/fic

tw: stalking, yandere

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @squishyowl @ms--lobotomy

@nekotaetae @sleepyfan-blog

You're just a pet project the twins had... nothing was suppose to come from it just their usual figure out everything about their target; manipulate them using proxies, social engineering, or how unobservant they were... the usual for the twins to keep their skills up and then the end of getting as close to the target without them realizing it.

You look at the package in the mail as you didn't order anything and it looks official with the seal on it. Was it a summons? Did you fuck something up. You sit at your coffee table as you open it up. The letter inside is vague but disturbing as you have a sinking feeling and you open up the folder. Picts printed out and they are of you.

You cover your mouth as you slowly look through the stack of photos as they start out at a distance hand written notes written on the photos. You come to photos of you getting recaf... dates with x's marked through their faces and on the back of the photo it says their fate... no murders you're thankful. You feel so cold as a photo looks like it was taken by someone sitting in the booth right next to you... you notice two sets of notes by different hands on the photo. Clinically pointing out your features... on the back written out is your recaf order... and a note how you like hot chocolate too.

Pict after Pict the notes get less clinical and far more into stalking territory... you don't know what this was for. Your chest feels so tight as you flip through pict after pict as they start to get you in vulnerable states... a pict of you dozing off on the bus... a pict of you out drinking with your friends... notes about your friends and again no one died but you realize now what this insane man... men? Have done as you felt your circle of friends was getting smaller. A pict of your drink left unattended and a note saying We watched it for you <3. You hold your breath for a moment as you worry about them watching you now.

You flipped through picts of you through the windows... some right up against the windows... picts with notes about your family... and then the picts from inside your house start. You feel the tears form as you had always felt safe in your house and now it's been shown that hasn't been the case. But the real horror begins of pict after pict of you in your bed. You felt sick as there was pictures of you asleep and then someone's hand on your skin... these were all different nights... this had happened multiple times. The final picture is of you in your bed deep asleep as there is a large hand holding your throat and you can see another set of hands holding your hands above your head... there were two most likely men in your house... stalking you.

You let out a sob as you feel so unsafe as you wipe your eyes as your phone buzzes. You really should have checked the number as you see a photo... and its you looking over the photos, with the message attached to the photo just being... <3. Your phone whistles as it gets a new message and it's of your back door, You really should lock your door <3 the message underneath says and you panic as you run.

You're scared oh so very scared! As your phone continues to whistle at you occasionally as you see pictures of you with comments attached to the photos. You feel yourself start to hyperventilate as tears roll down your cheeks and you run into an alleyway as your phone whistles its chime at you again. You shouldn't look but you open it up... it's you in the alleyway, Don't cry sweetheart... stay there and I'll wipe away those tears <3. You swallow the scream as you run down the alleyway determined to get away.

Whistling makes you look at your phone and you come to a stop. The photo is of you heading right for the other side of the alleyway. Whistle your phone chimes again as it's of your back you spin around and no one is there... Whistle and you see another photo of your back again and you look around and you're all alone. Whistle your damn phone goes again and you press your back against the wall as pictures of you right there in the alleyway with your back against the wall flood your phone getting closer and closer but you don't see-

The air shifts and your eyes stare at it wide and unblinking as you can see something moving. Whistle. Your phone chimes again and you bring it up instead of looking down... its once more you staring right at whoever was there, Do you see me sweetheart <3?

"Yes." You say so softly... so fearfully.

"Hmm very good." A deep voice says as like ice cracking the shape is revealed and you realize you have to look up more.

You look on in horror as teal power armor manifests into existence. A Space Marine... you were horrified as you looked the other way you could see another set of teal armor manifesting in the same way. You were trapped... "Come here sweetheart." They said in unison.

You screamed, pushing everything out of your lungs as you sounded like someone dying. You put everything into that scream as they closed in on you and you tried to get away but you were caught as you just screamed so utterly desperately. Till something sharp pinched your shoulder... you felt so numb as your screamed died in a slurred whimper. Hands.... hands were touching you.

"Shhh shh that's a good girl... relax." One of them or both of them said as you tried to not drown in your own spit just feeling your whole body go slack... feeling the world spin as your eyes darted around and you were bleating like a terrified animal. "Shhh relax sweetheart... we've got you. Brother... should we tell her?"

"I think we should." You didn't know who was talking as you were fighting something or maybe it was working as intended.

"We've been watching you sweetheart. For a long time... and normally we don't get attached like this but... you're an exception. We're certain you'll come to love us just as we fell in love with you. Don't cry sweetheart... just let go."

You couldn't stay awake any longer and with a whimper you passed out. The twins were so excited to bring you home with them. As they figured it was time to collect what was theirs as they were no longer satisfied with loving you from a distance... they always did enjoy the personal touch.

[virozero]

[Magnus / Psyker!Reader]

Entangled Entropy - Ch. 0

AN: I haven't written a fic in many moons, so I am hella rusty. Please be patient with me! Also there needs to be more Magnus content on this site and I have a moral obligation to make it. This is also just like an introduction chapter so I didn't quite wanna lable it as chapter 1 or what ever .3. please hit me with feedback I need it lol. also I blame @moodymisty @ms--lobotomy and @kit-williams for inspiring me to write fic again XD Reader will have GN/Masc pronouns even though I will depict them as Transmasc. Word count: 542 Tags: @heuldoch7b Warnings: Mentions of shitty childhood, Slowburn, uh no beta we die like Death Korps of Krieg Credits: @cafekitsune for the dividers

Your home world, Æeran, while not as beautiful as the tales of ancient holy terra, was still a gem. With two colonized moons with established trade routes, Æeran was far from struggling. Colorful floral and exotic fauna gave life to the world, you could list all of them from memory.

With blue violet skies to amber beaches, your home world was starting to feel too small for you. While you did visit the moons on occasion, you felt like you have seen and studied everything Æeran had to offer.

You have lived with your royal advisor uncle since you were 17, learning all the ways of high-class society and their politics. Much of it was boring but your uncle wishes for you to take his place as the royal advisor to the throne someday.

You did not care much for the King but were respectful towards him for your uncle’s sake. It was not that he was incapable of much, it was that he would not do anything that outrightly helped the citizens.

Record keeping and recalling notes was your current job due to your gifts. You had a rough upbringing due to being different. Weird things tend to happen around you.Unsure of what to do, your parents did not treat you right but rather as a monster.

Until your uncle adopted you in your late teens. He taught you everything you need to know about how to be a vassal for the lord of the planet. Your unique gifts have aided you with your studies and research as it helped you keep notes and long form records on a metaphysical plain.

That’s right, you were a psyker, but no one on the planet knew exactly what a psyker was or the dangers they could bring. So, they just said you were gifted by the gods since most of your powers were used in a utilitarian way. Occasionally you would try to use them for something different like levitating small objects or forming little animals. You were not that good yet, but it helped keep the boredom at bay.

All that was about to change though as your uncle was called away to business on one of the moons, leaving you alone to temporally take his place. To say you weren’t panicking would be a lie. You told your uncle how you weren’t ready for this as he was leaving for the shuttle. He gently placed a hand on your shoulder and told you he believed in you and that you had made him proud.

With a final farewell, you return to your residence to prepare for the following days to come.  As you were organizing tomes from a pile near your bed, a sharp crack and rumble shook the sky, causing you to drop the heavy book on your foot. Cursing, you ran to a window to see what happened. The city still is in one piece, no signs of collapsed buildings. Everything seems ok until you look up at the sky.

A titanic spaceship hid the sun and was looking to dock. You squint your eyes to stare at it, cursing under your breath knowing damn well you had to deal with this as your uncle was off planet.

[sweepweep]

No one can convince me that they didn’t “train” Hajime and Izuru like a dog during the lobotomy process.

Like a full eraser and rewire of someone’s mind and body doesn’t happen in one surgery, so during the process, they (for Hajime) would’ve conditioned him to expect surgery at certain times, expect tests at certain times, they probably took away any contact he had with the world and referred to him as Izuru Kamukura to try and speed up the process.

When it comes to Izuru after the final lobotomy, they would’ve had to “train” him even more. I mean, they now have a newborn with the abilities and strength of a god, who they’ve neglected to teach empathy or morals. If they wanted to do a test, and he said no, there was nothing they’d be able to do.

And of course they needed a way to keep track of their super-tool

That’s why my hyperfixated brain has decided that post-game Hajime/Izuru has one arm with a tattooed barcode, which if scanned, will show the entire process, including pre and post, and test results.

And that his other arm is scarred beyond belief with a mess of lichtenberg figures from his wrist to elbow from electrical shock. The scientists and doctors wouldn’t have been able to get remotely close to him if he didn’t want them to. So how better to control him than with a long-distance shock at the press of a button.

They weren’t going to bother teaching him how to feel things like regret, empathy, or morals, because a super weapon would be weakened by those. So they had to have control before he figured out everything and went off on his own and did whatever he wanted.

TLDR: The Hope Cultivation Plan was probably a lot more fucked up than we bother to think about. I could go on and on about this if asked (or not) to

(I do currently have a fic in process about this, of which I will shamelessly link when it’s done)

[egrets-not-regrets]

Mermay: Stay

Erriox (Iron Warrior mer) finds a wounded Lenora (osprey harpy) seeking shelter at his nest to recover from her injuries. Luckily, he was already well prepared.

Author's Note: Not my original planned story for Mermay. So in this world, the Astartes are mermen and named humans are now harpies.

Thanks to @saradika-graphics and @squishyowl for the fic dividers!

OCs: Erriox (Iron Warrior); Lenora

Tagged: @shadowfirecat, @kit-williams, @bleedingichorhearts, @barn-anon, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

@sleepyfan-blog, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @bispecsual, @ms--lobotomy

She flew on, trying to breath in regular measures and ignore the pain and aches from her body wounds. It was difficult as stabbing pain struck in sharp bursts with each flap of her punctured right wing. Lenora roughly shook her head, trying to get rid of the tears leaking from her eyes. Her pride hurt more. She just lost her nest and territory to some brazen bald eagle harpy. Though she put up a good battle, in the end, the bald eagle chased her off, herself barely escaping from more serious wounds. 

Bless the SkyMother! The osprey harpy nearly cried with relief as a familiar cave near the base of Steelix Cliff came into view; that cave belonging to the Iron Warrior merAstartes, Erriox. 

Manoeuvring to get into the cave was a different story. On any other day, it wouldn’t have been a problem, but it was proving to be more difficult with her wounds and increasing exhaustion. All was going well until she neared the cave mouth. Her right wing faltered in the last flap, causing the osprey harpy to crash into the bottom lip of the cave and into the water. Lenora let out a burst of shrill, whistled curses in angry frustration as her claws and talons scrabbled for purchase on the slippery rock, feeling her wounds sting harshly from the seawater. Finally, her talons were able to dig into the rock face and she slowly and painfully dragged herself into the cave entrance before collapsing in a flat, unhappy pancake of waterlogged feathers. 

Lenora eventually stood up and shook herself off, ruffling and puffing out her feathers to get as much air between them to dry out and build back some warmth around her body. Once she felt she was sufficiently dried, the harpy stalked past the secondary underwater entrance and crawled into the nest at the end of the cave, her path lit by the bioluminescent algae that grew on the walls. 

It was a large nest shaped from the rock within the cave, lined with sticks, twigs, grasses and seaweed, feathers and cloth, and decorated with an assortment of collected items. Whatever was embedded in the rock base or within the sticks and twigs of the nest emitted heat, making it surprisingly comfortable and warm despite the dampness of the cave. Lenora knew that was Erriox’s doing. She didn’t know how he made it happen, but she guessed it must have been some sort of clever Iron Warrior mer-magic and engineering. Erriox who did most of the nest-building first, after all. He had welcomed her to bring materials to make the nest more comfortable as he let her stay over when the storms and seas turned too rough to make the flight home. 

In harpy culture, nest-building and sharing were gestures that could be considered a courting gift. Lenora had thought about asking Erriox about it, wondering if it was similar in merAstartes culture as well. Even though the Iron Warrior mer never outright said it, the stoic mer had always been surprisingly kind to her ever since their temporary alliance in taking down the group of kin-stealing human poachers. If he indeed intended for it as part of courtship, she would probably not say no, Lenora mused. 

The harpy breathed sharply as the aches and pains from her injuries came back with a vengeance. At least the bleeding had either slowed down or stopped. Lenora plucked out some down feathers from her body; and wincing, she stuffed them into the still bleeding puncture wounds. Harpy down feathers, at least for their own kind, acted as a coagulant and an effective healing factor when working in conjunction with their own healing potions. Unfortunately for Lenora, she had lost her pack of potions and herbs during her territorial battle with the eagle harpy, so her own down had to do for now. She then tore off two strips of cloth and bandaged her deep punctures, one on her wing and one on her leg. Once completed, the osprey harpy sighed and focused on breathing evenly and ignore the pain as she adjusted her injured body to settle into the nest more comfortably. She just needed rest to let the wounds mend. When she wakes up, she’ll go fishing for food, Lenora decided as she closed her eyes. 

Erriox knew something was wrong he when returned to his nest from his hunting trip with his brothers. Why were there traces of Lenora’s blood in the water? He quickly swam through the underwater entrance and into the cave, alarm bells tripping in his head as the scent of his osprey harpy’s blood became stronger and heavier. Erriox spotted her familiar brown form in their nest, her right wing flopped over the edge. The MerAstartes quickly made his way to his injured harpy’s side. Seething anger rose as his eyes roved over the gouges in her back and the soaked bandage on her right wing. 

“Lenora!” 

She woke up with a start, ready to buffet the offender with a wing slap. Only to relax when she realized it was the Iron Warrior mer. 

“Erriox? Thank the Skymother, it’s you.” Lenora sighed with relief. 

“Who did this to you?” The merAstartes growled menacingly, his venomous dorsal spines raised in anger and agitation. 

Lenora trilled softly, trying placate the irritated mer, “It was only a territorial scuffle…”

“I asked for who, not how.” He demanded. 

“I lost my nest and territory to a bald eagle harpy.” She replied, her voice sullen, “I know what you’re going to say: that nest was too open, too vulnerable.” Her voice lowered as she turned her head away from him with shame. 

“I was not going to say that. Don’t put words in my mouth.” He stated tersely. 

“Sorry.” The harpy mumbled, tucking her head under her wing, feeling even more miserable than before. 

The mer’s gaze softened as he off his helm before reaching in and tilting her chin to face him again, “Look at me, Lenora... I may have said that before, but it is irrelevant now. Let me help with your wounds as you have helped with mine.” His gauntleted hand cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking her facial feathers as he crooned. The mer pressed his forehead against hers in a comforting gesture. Lenora pressed back against him, nuzzling him in return. Erriox purred, deep and reassuring. 

“You’re back and wing are not the only place that’s wounded. Sit up and let me see your front.” The mer commanded. 

“You’re correct.” Lenora replied as she slowly sat up, revealing the deep puncture wounds on her thigh and by her right shoulder. Two other sets of  deep cuts marred her front: three long cuts clawed diagonally from her right shoulder to her left breast; the other cut across her collarbone, coming dangerously close to her vulnerable throat. The thick feathers in the area were stained rust and grey from the dried and watered down blood. The Iron Warrior’s yellow and black striped fins flared as he examined the extent of her injuries. 

“They should have mostly stopped bleeding now. Except for the deeper ones.” She explained quietly, “It’s not as bad as it looks anymore.”

Erriox begged to differ, “Where are your healing potions?” He asked sternly. 

“They were lost during the fight.”

The mer opened a nearby chest and pulled out a bottle of glowing orange liquid, “I do not have anything specific to harpies, but I’ve seen this healing potion applied to other creatures with no ill effects. I can use it on you if you are willing.”

“Let’s try it.” Lenora agreed as she laid down on her front, exposing her back again, “There are some shallow cuts there you can test it on.”

 The Iron Warrior mer looked at the mess of scratches and blood-matted feathers on her back. He took off his gauntlets, then closely examined her wounds, lifting matted feathers every now and then, “This healing potion is topical rather than something you drink. Your feathers will block the way.”

Lenora nodded, “You can go ahead and pluck out the feathers around my wounds. As long as they are plucked out cleanly, they will grow back. If you see any of the fluffy down feathers that can be salvaged, could you put them aside please?” 

Erriox paused, he knew that doing something like this was considered an intimate gesture among harpyfolk and was generally reserved for their close kin, friends and lovers. The only exception for strangers taking part in feather and wound care rituals were healers. Especially while a harpy was this vulnerable. The mer felt like he needed to be sure of her consent before he proceeded. 

“You trust me?” He asked.

Her bright yellow eyes met his metallic amber gaze, “I trust you. And I have not been wrong in that yet.”

Those sincere words in her reply settled deeply in his hearts. She trusted him. Erriox never thought much of it during their interactions up until now. After their temporary alliance, Lenora chose to continue to interact with him: mostly seeking him out to trade materials at first. There were some things in the ocean that were too difficult for her to acquire for obvious reasons and other materials he desired but were too far inland or too near major settlements to make the trouble worth it. From there, they just naturally spent more time together: from trading labour and information to trading stories and meals. Trust had never been an issue between them… maybe except for the time they first met, when Erriox nearly drowned the osprey harpy. But to hear her say it,… those words held significant weight. 

“Then I hope I will never prove you wrong.” Erriox solemnly replied. 

Lenora smiled at him fondly, “I know.” Sometimes that merAstartes was too serious for his own good.

The mer’s hands diligently and patiently plucked the feathers around her wounds. Matted, bloodied and damaged feathers were discarded into a container, any salvageable down feathers were reserved in another. Erriox started to understand why these kinds of rituals were reserved for a harpy’s close and trusted ones as he watched Lenora doze off and her muscles relax. His prey, sleeping so peacefully right under his hands; it would be so easy for him to end her right there, right now. No. He pushed those dark thoughts away as he continued in his task, slowly and surely revealing all the gouges and cuts underneath her feathers. Once that was completed, he took a damp cloth and cleaned off the dried crusted blood on her skin. Lenora woke up then, her nictating membrane moving sideways, clearing the sleep from her eyes as she blinked. 

Her back, when cleaned, was crisscrossed with a multitude of claw marks. 

“This…” Erriox glared at the sight. Whoever did this would pay. Lenora keened softly at him, breaking his angered focus. 

“Fighting over territories is common among harpykind. It’s not so much different than merAstartes battles between the different shoals and pods. Just… not as deadly.” The harpy explained. 

The mer scoffed, “Not as deadly. Your wounds, if left untreated…”

“… would eventually heal. It just takes longer.” Lenora interrupted his sentence, “I do appreciate you helping me with my injuries. Thank you. Truly.  I owe you one.”

“Don’t mention it.” Erriox grumbled, still bothered by the notion of his harpy having to deal with such injuries alone. He poured some of the potion over the shallower cuts, watching flesh and skin knit together until they were nothing but thin lines. Then he poured the potion into one of the deeper cuts. Erriox frowned, it took longer for her flesh to mend those cuts, and even then there’s still an open gap. There was only a limited amount of potion, so he must ration it carefully. He made a mental note to stock more healing potions next time.  

Lenora shuddered slightly at the sting from the liquid starting to work and heal her deeper wound. Suddenly it stopped. The harpy turned her head and noticed the mer looking at the potion bottle. 

“Erriox, try lining the down feathers in my wounds and then pour a bit of the potion onto them. The down might speed up the healing process so you don’t have to use as much of it.” She said. 

He did as Lenora advised and luckily it worked as well as she had guessed. The Iron Warrior watched with fascination as the down feathers absorbed the droplets of potion before dissolving into webs weaving and growing into her flesh. Erriox repeated the process several more times before Lenora’s wounds on her back became just pale lines on her skin.

“Harpy down contains healing magic?”

“To different degrees. Yes.” The osprey harpy confirmed as she sat up and unwound the bandage on her thigh. The bleeding had already stopped and the down feathers in the puncture wounds were already dissolving. 

“For most harpykind, our down feathers acts to stop our bleeding and kickstart our healing, but even this process takes a relatively long time. Typically, we have to use our down in combination with our healing potions to make the healing process much quicker.”

He asked, curious, “How much quicker?” Passing her the potion. 

“ Thirty minutes to an hour for an injury that may take a week to naturally heal.” 

Lenora stuffed a few more down feathers inside her thigh injury, before dripping a few drops of the healing potion into them. She sighed in relief as she felt the potion work and the pain steadily faded away, “The exception are our healers and sorcerers whose own internal magic heals themselves and their feathers are naturally imbued with their own magic. They don’t require potions for assistance.”

She asked the mer who was quietly watching her, “Could you help me with these ones?” Gesturing to the wounds on the upper half of her body, “I can’t see what I am doing there.”

“Lay down on your back.” Erriox ordered. It took a few moments of awkward repositioning of her wings and tail, but eventually the osprey harpy was on her back, facing him. The merAstartes started to pluck her feathers from around her chest wounds, exposing the torn skin underneath. Doing the same as he done on her back. 

“Does harpy down work on others outside of the harpy race?”

Lenora winced as he pulled out a bunch of feathers from a rather tender spot, “It worked on you.” She answered. 

“When I found you, you were badly injured but alive. Your body was already healing your wounds, but slowly and you drying out in the sun was not helping either. So I used my healing potions and my down feathers on you, which seemed to help kick start your healing factor again and mend the slices in your tail. Magic for us is much more effective if freely given as opposed to being coerced or taken.” 

The Iron Warrior mer listened as his harpy rambled on, contemplating collecting some of Lenora’s down for his apothecary brothers. If harpy down can speed up or kick start healing like she had demonstrated, it would be a useful ingredient that he knows they would be interested in. Especially if they have a willing supplier rather than having to hunt down harpies for them. A selfish part of him wanted to keep Lenora and her magic all to himself. She was his and he had laid claim on her first after all.

“Amelia, the healer we rescued, would be much better at explaining all this.” Lenora ended. She felt the last puncture wound slowly closing once the potion dripped in. The harpy sighed in relief as she felt its effects take place, leaving behind soreness and exhaustion. But it was natural as healing also required her own body’s energy to mend itself as well. There was still a quarter of the potion left. 

“Thank you for everything, Erriox.” She smiled at the merAstartes, sitting up and stretching her wings, pleased at the lack of stabbing pain when she did so. 

“What is your plan now?” The mer asked, “Do you want your old nest uback?”

“I… haven’t thought that far beyond resting and recuperating.” Lenora confessed, “if you’ll have me, of course.” She quickly added, not wanting to overstay her welcome. 

Erriox reassured her, “You can stay as long as you want.”

She smiled at him, thankful for the mer’s allowance to use his home. The osprey harpy turned thoughtful, “I don’t… think my old territory is worth fighting over, at least my old nest isn’t. Yes, there were a few extra shoals of fish to hunt there, but I have come across other similarly productive areas in my flights. There are more options out there to explore.”

“Stay here then.” Erriox insisted, “This nest is well-protected. My shoal patrol these waters regularly, and these waters are productive. You will want for nothing here.” 

“I… ” Lenora became surprised and flustered by the generous offer, “I would love to. Thank you. I really appreciate it.” 

The Iron Warrior mer chuckled. “Stop thanking me. This nest is yours as well.” He had built the nest with Lenora in mind, after all. Hoping that one day she would stay more than just a night or two. Whether or not she knew that, Erriox had left it to chance. Now fate has seemed to play his harpy right into his hands. 

The osprey harpy looked around at some of her personal effects that decorated the nest and the cave. She laughed brightly, “I suppose you’re right.”

“In harpy culture, such generosity would be considered a courtship gift.” Lenora gently teased him. 

“What if it is?” Erriox asked her, his tone was stoic and resolute, but she heard a hint of hopefulness to it. 

“Truly?” She was struck by his fond gaze looking back at her. 

“Yes.”

“Then I would accept.” The harpy leaned forward and opened her wings, drawing the merAstartes into a feathery embrace. Erriox slid into the nest, letting Lenora pull him close. He wrapped his arms around her, memorizing the warmth of her skin as his fingers wove beneath her feathers, chuckling when she twitched from one of his hands settling on her naked back. 

Lenora trilled happily, “I could not think of a better partner to have as my mate, regardless of how different we are.” 

A pleased purr rumbled from the mer’s chest, preening at her compliment. She nuzzled the soft part of his throat that wasn’t covered by the collar of his armour, “I don’t have much to gift you in exchange, but as a start, you can keep my down feathers. It’s yours to do as you wish. You deserve them.”

“That is more than a generous exchange, my harpy. Do not think so little of it.” Erriox rumbled, his lips brushing against Lenora’s before kissing her deeply. She sighed into his kiss, relaxed and content.

“Did you leave behind anything of importance in your old nest?” He murmured against her lips. 

She gave him a quick peck, crooning, “Nothing that cannot be replaced. Please don’t worry about it.”

“Will you be staying the night?” Lenora then asked, tucking herself against his armoured chest, one long wing draped over his body. Instinctively, he laid his tail over her legs and covered her hip with his large pectoral fin, being mindful of his venomous spines. 

Erriox nosed her feathered crown affectionately, “Only for a while. Then I will head out on another mission.” 

She hummed thoughtfully and pressed her lips to his throat again, “Be careful.”

“I will. Now sleep and recuperate, Lenora.” 

Erriox watched and waited until the osprey harpy fell into a deep slumber. He then extricated himself from her, donned the rest of his armour, and silently dove back into the sea via the underwater entrance. 

He had an eagle harpy’s nest to visit and some belongings to recover. 

[kawareo]

2, 22, 23!

2: What is your character's alignment?

Chaotic Evil pre-tadpoles, after them, True Neutral (but can go through any type of Neutral tbh, depending on the situation).

22: What languages is your character fluent in?

Common, Elvish, knows cursing in Infernal and some simple phrases because i believe that Gortash knows Infernal and was teaching him before the lobotomy happened.

23: What do they do after the absolute crisis?

I don't want to spoil my fics too much, so all I'm going to say is that he shaves his head and gets proper medical help for the holes in his brains. Starts physical therapy and a healing process with someone he is very close to. Writes letters to Orin and his friends.

[cemetery-irises]

Stumbles out of aesdrew lobotomy fic covered in blood. What the fuck /pos (and did that happen to me)

ough i cant bring myself to finish it. nauseated i love the author to death but i stopped right before andrew's death because i am sobbing and crying and physically ill but fucking. god i hate them /aff

[wanderingsoul6261]

Gif credit goes to entertainmentgirl80

Tyler Owens x Reader

Would prefer if Minors DNI with this one, but nothing explicit happens, so just read at one's own discretion.

Warning: swear words, pretend sex, implied sex, let me know if i missed anything(although I'm willing to make the sex scene between the reader and Tyler if people are interested- if I added it into this it would have turned into a 3 part instead of a 2 part fic) - still very long so it probably should have been a 3 part regardless, but take it

Y/N was sitting on her bed, a book in her lap when a knock sounded at her door. She perked up, knowing exactly who it was before he walked through the door. She glanced at him as he let himself inside,their eyes catching each other's gazes as he shut the door behind him.

His eyes moved down as she closed her book, setting it on the nightstand next to her.

“Good book?”

“It's a book about lobotomies. So yes.” He raised an eyebrow in what looked to be concern as he walked further into the room. Y/N let out a laugh, a full belly laugh as she reassured him.

“I'm joking. It's a western. Not too bad.” She said, slipping out of the bed. His eyes roamed over her body, before he looked at her face, catching her staring at him with a smirk.

“Would you like a drink?” She asked, moving to the fridge that resided in the room. His eyes took in the little space that she was temporarily calling her own, her bed was slightly unmade, pillows in an unorganized heap. Her suitcase was tucked underneath the bed, but a neat pile of what he assumed to be dirty clothes sat in a pop up hamper sat near the bathroom, ready to be cleaned in the downstairs laundromat.

“Whatcha got?” he asked, finally moving his gaze back to her. Tyler watched as she looked into the fridge, clicked her tongue and turned to look back at him.

“Budweiser is all I got.” she said, cracking a smile. “Not really much for choices.” Tyler shook his head.

“That is okay. But, yea. I’ll take one.” He said. Y/N nodded, turning back around and grabbing two, lifting her shirt in her hand to twist the cap off of both bottles. Tyler caught a glimpse of her body underneath the shirt, his throat going dry as he thanked her for the drink.

“Just so we are on the same page.” Y/N started, moving to her side of the bed once again. “We aren’t doing anything frisky tonight.” She looked up at Tyler as he took a swig from his drink. “There is a bag by the front door for empties. Help yourself to more if you’d like.” she said, and he nodded in acknowledgement. Y/N was silent for a few moments as the stood stared at each other, taking each other in as they stood before each other. Their eyes moved over each other, trying to read the other person. There was something there, both could feel it, and Y/N was tired of waiting, and something in her also told her that Tyler likely felt the same way.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I liked you Tyler. I don’t want things to just be a fling when the season is over.” Tyler nodded, taking a few steps towards the bed. “And we don’t have to talk a lot about it tonight, but I do want to get to you better, if that’s okay.”

Tyler nodded.

“Yea, that’s fine, sweetheart. Anything you want.”

“Great. But, everyone probably didn’t see you come up here. Someone probably did though, so we have to make things look convincing in case someone walks in uninvited-”

“They do that?” he asked. She gave him a look that told him not to ask and he only held a hand up in understanding. “Got it. Anyways, go on.”

“Strip.” Tyler nearly choked on his beer at the order, looking at Y/N as she tried to withhold laughter.

“Pardon?”

“Just to your boxers.” She explained. “I’ll replace my shirt with your flannel, it looks more intimate that way. And then I’ll take just my shorts off.”

“You’ve really thought about this darlin’.”

“Possibly.” She cracked a smile, watching him as he started to unbutton his shirt. Tyler couldn’t help but smile back at her, the grin on her face was highly infectious. He was becoming hypnotized by her and everything that was her. Once his flannel was off, he tossed it in her direction, watching as she caught it effortlessly, setting it on the bed as she turned her body slightly, starting to take her tank top off. As she slipped it off her body, and Tyler watched as she did so, he saw that she wasn’t wearing a bra, his eyes on her backside as he slipped off his pants, dropping them carelessly on the floor of the motel.

At the sound, she turned her head slightly to look at him.

“Is this okay?” She asked, her eyes catching Tyler’s gaze. His heart thudded against his chest. He was okay with it, but the thought of her making sure it was okay with it caused his stomach to flip with butterflies. Most other women would have already tried to throw themselves at him, which is what already made Y/N different from the others. She was committed. She wanted this just as much as Tyler realized he wanted it.

“Yea.” His voice came out hoarse, followed by a raised eyebrow of amusement from Y/N. “It’s okay.” He spoke softly, crawling into the bed, setting his beer on the nightstand. Tyler watched as Y/N finished changing, buttoning up two buttons in the middle of his flannel and pulling her shorts off, tossing them across the bed to settle on the floor not far from his pants.

Tyler enjoyed the sight of his flannel over her body, falling about mid thigh, giving him much to think about.

He watched as she crawled into the bed next to him, shoulders brushing each other’s as Y/N turned on the dingy and very old tv, putting some old reruns of “That 70s Show”. As the two got comfortable, sitting in silence and spending a little bit watching the tv show, Tyler watched from the corner of his eyes as Y/N grinned, turning to him.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours darlin’?” He turned his attention from the tv and to her, trying not to let his wander to her cleavage, trying to remain polite.

“What to know what would really give them the impression that we fucked?” she asked. He let out a hum, his eyes drifted briefly to her lips before back to her eyes.

“What’s that?”

“We make sex noises, rock the bed so it hits the wall.” She tried to suppress a laugh as Tyler’s grin grew to match hers.

“God I fucking love that brain of yours.” He said. She blushed at the compliment, her cheeks and ears becoming a shade of red. “But we should also throw in some dirty talk. Y’know. That will really sell it.”

“Okay. Okay. Yes. Good thinking.” Y/N nodded, agreeing. “Who goes first?”

“Ladies first.” Tyler motioned for her to begin. Y/N started giggling, finding the idea funny, watching as Tyler also started to suppress a laugh.

Turning her head away from him, she composed herself, then let out a moan.

“Fuck Tyler. Yes, just like that.” She watched as Tyler smacked his hands against his thighs, imitating the sounds of skin slapping, before a low groan escaped his throat.

“Fuck, baby. So fuckin’ tight. Takin’ me so well Darlin’.” Y/N let out more moans, grabbing the headboard and rocking it against the well.

“Feel so good, Tyler. Fuck.” Y/N and Tyler looked at each other, trying to stifle their laughter as they continued the little charade. The two continued to groan and moan in between small bouts of laughter. The dirty talk also continued, as Y/N continued to rock the headboard against the bed. The two kept the charade up for about ten minutes.

“This pussy was made for me. Fuck, Y/N. Squeezing me so well. You’re close. I know it. I feel it.So am I Sugar.” His voice was almost guttural at this point, trying to imitate him being close to an actual orgasm.

Y/N moans got higher pitched and Tyler continued to make slapping noises.

“That’s it. Such a good girl, Y/N.” Tyler let out a broken groan, and Y/N let out a moan to match his, until the two finally let out a string of expletives, their fake moans and groans becoming broken as they reached their fake orgasms. The slapping of his hands on his thighs and the pounding of the headboard stopped. The two sat in silence for several moments, before the two broke out into quiet laughter, Y/N turning her head to muffle her laughter into the skin of Tyler’s shoulder and he turned his head to bury his face into her hair, his own laughter muffled by her hair, lips pressed against her head softly.

The two sat in silence once again, pressed slightly closer to each other than what they were previously, having not moved their heads away from each other, eyes back on the tv still playing old reruns. His fingers gently grazed her thigh, and she let him, pushing her thigh closer to his hand. Tyler let his hand move up, hand now settled entirely on her thigh, drawing small shapes.

“We should play 2 truths one lie. But instead of 2 truths, it's 2 lies and one truth.” Y/N finally spoke up, tilting her head slightly to look up at him. His eyes moved down to look down at her, moving to her lips briefly before back to her eyes.

“What are we? Teenagers?”

“Please.” She begged him. Tyler let out a sigh and rolled his eyes.

“Okay. Okay. I'll go first.” Tyler shifted slightly, getting comfortable, his grip tightening slightly on her thigh before it loosened. “Okay. I can't handle spicy foods, I've been storm chasing my entire life, and I had a Shetland pony named Ruger growing up.”

“Easy. You’ve been storm chasing you're entire life.” She said.

“No, actually. I had a Shetland pony growing up. The other two are lies. I can definitely handle spice and I've only been storm chasing since my late teens. Parents wouldn't let me go when I was younger.”

“You and a Shetland pony?”

“Yes. We were inseparable.” Tyler said, Looking down at her. “He was a Christmas gift. Absolutely adored him.”

“Figured you’d be more of a thoroughbred or Quarter horse kind of guy.”

“Nope. Had some, but Ruger was my guy.” He answered. His eyes moved back down to her. “You're turn sugar.”

“Okay. I had a thing for Javi.” She grinned at him, and he rolled his eyes, a small smile still on his face regardless. “ I've been bull riding.” She waited until his eyes moved back to her before she said the final one. Her hand came up to rest on his cheek, his head instinctively leaning down closer to her face. “I really enjoyed the kiss earlier.” His eyes moved back to her lips, before he moved in, his lips pressing against hers for the second time that night.

Tyler's hand moved to her waist, rolling on top of her, body pressed into hers. His hand slipped under his flannel, fingers grazing her stomach. She sucked in a breath, her hands looping around his neck, fingers finding homage in his hair.

Tyler moved away from her lips, trailing kisses down her jaw and towards her neck, biting and sucking on the skin where her neck met her shoulder. Her neck tilted away, giving him more space to work as she caved in to him.

“What do you want, Sugar.” He mumbled against her skin. Her legs spread for him, allowing him to move his hips between her legs. Tyler’s lips grazed her shoulder softly, before he pulled back and looked her in her face. She let out a groan, giving in to him.

“I owe you a ride don’t I?” She asked. Tyler smirked, the image of her wearing his cowboy hat ingrained in his mind.

“Atta girl.” Tyler flipped them over so that he was on his back and she straddled him. Her hands settled on his chest, her hands moving up and down his skin, taking in the feeling of him beneath her.

“I just ask for one thing, Tyler.” She said, Looking down at him, feeling vulnerable, in that moment.

“For you? Anything.” He said.

“No one night flings.”

“No. I'm afraid, after tonight darlin’, you’re stuck with me.”

“Good.”

—----

Y/N stepped out of her motel room, Tyler holding the door open for her before following her out. The two walk side by side, walking towards the stairs that would take them to the ground level. Everyone down below watched as they talked and exchanged laughs, only one of the groups finding solace in the evolution of the two’s relationship.

Their shoulders brushed together and Tyler’s hat was now back upon his head, looking down at Y/N as she spoke.

“I remember the bet from the bar last night. About the winner of the pool game. I am almost certain that you let me win.” She claimed, turning her head to look at him, a smirk on her face, one in which he had returned.

“Not sure I know what you are talking about, Sugar. That’s quite an accusation. But a deal is a deal. You get to choose who goes to what storm.” Tyler stopped her, pinning her to the railing of the second floor.

“Follow us.” Tyler stared at her.

“That’s not what I meant sweetheart.”

“I know. But it’s what I want.” She said. He stared at her for several moments longer before finally nodding.

“If that’s what you want.”

“It is.” His eyes moved past her and landed on the StormPar crew, who couldn’t tear their eyes away from the two. Two of his fingers slipped through a belt loop, pulling her towards him. He dipped his head down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, grinning when they heard the Tornado Wranglers hootin and hollering.

“Still puttin a show on for them?” Y/N laughed against his lips once they pulled away.

“Using your words darlin’.” Tyler pulled away, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. His hand moved from her belt loop and to her waist. “It’s fun riling them up.” He grinned at her, before it turned into a soft smile. “You bought coffee yesterday. I’ll run across the street and get it this time.”

Y/N smiled up at him, a genuine smile, one that lacked mischievous and snark.

“Could get used to that smile of yours.” He murmured softly, taking all of her in.

“You better.” Her hands came up to rest on his neck, pulling him down for another kiss, fingers weaving into his hair as he pulled her against him.

“I don’t know if I can ever get used to kissing these lips of yours though. Each one is its own amazing experience.” Y/N let out a full belly laugh, Tyler pulling away to grin at her.

“Whatever, cowboy.You mentioned a cup of coffee?”

“On it.” He smirked at her and tipped his hat, making his way down the stairs. Y/N watched him go and watched as he interacted with his group, promising them all coffee on him as he walked off. StormPar glared at him as he passed them, politely tipping his hat in their direction.

Y/N finally made her way down the stairs, smiling at Tyler’s group as she walked past them, giving them all a good morning as she walked over to the StormPar vehicles. She held their gazes as they looked at her, most of them giving her a cold shoulder as she attempted to help them get ready for the day.

She tried offering input on weather conditions for each storm and would be better when compared to another. No one wanted to listen. Y/N tried offering help in getting technology and systems ready for the trip, but she was ignored.

“Don’t need to go another round with him?” Someone asked, shouldering past her. Her eyes watched them retreat, and when she turned to look at Javi, he couldn't even meet her gaze. Her throat closed up, and she moved to Lion, climbing into the back seat. Y/N stared at the back of the front passenger seat, the silence in the truck becoming suffocating.

“Owens hasn’t tainted you enough yet? Figured you’d be attached to him like a lovesick puppy after last night.” Scott’s voice reached her ears through the lowered window. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the seat, trying to drown out the voices outside of the vehicle. Tyler and his group weren't terrible. They were competition though, and apparently it was frowned upon to be fraternizing with them.

Then she decided to make a rash decision, climbing out of the truck and making her way over to the other wrangler’s. Her feet crunched against the gravel on the ground, aware of the eye on her back as she held her head high, her sight focused on Boone, Lilly, and the others, who had all stopped what they were doing to watch her.

“Y/N. Tyler isn’t back with the coffees yet.” Lilly spoke up, catching her attention.

“I figured. I just…I was wondering if you guys would like a tag along.”

“You can have shotgun.” Boone told her. With that being said, Y/N sat with them, waiting for Tyler to return. She shared some laughs with them, in a much better mood than she was when she had walked over. Y/N mainly had taken the opportunity to get to know the group better, learning things that she never had the chance to learn previously.

It wasn’t much longer before Tyler had arrived back to them, his eyes catching the gaze of Y/N. His face turned to StormPar briefly before he finished handing out the coffees to everyone who had wanted one, the last one going to Y/N.

“What’s the issue?” He asked. “Everything okay?” Her gaze moved to the StormPar crew, before back to him. She didn’t have to say anything for him to understand what she was trying to tell him. He stepped closer to where she sat on the tailgate of his truck, hands coming to rest on her thighs, his cup of coffee abandoned next to her.

“Let them stew in it. We aren't breaking the law or anything. They are just a bunch of lonely pansies with nothing else to do.” He said, a finger coming up to tap her nose. “Understood?”

She laughed softly at his words and nodded.

“Understood.”

“Good. Now get your pretty ass up in that shotgun seat.” He helped her down from the tailgate and the two walked over to the passenger side. Tyler opened The door for her, a soft kiss landing on her temple as reassurance for the day, and landed a smack to her ass.

Y/N turned around, seeing him leaning against the open window, a cheeky grin on his face. It was infectious, and she couldn't help the smile she gave back to him.

Her smile faltered slightly, seeing Javi, Kate and Scott staring at them. Tyler turned his head, catching sight if the three and stared for a few seconds before he turned back to her.

“I get Rivera and Carter are your friends, but changes have to be made if they won't.” Y/N nodded as she looked at him.

“I'll talk to them tomorrow. See if we can reach common ground.” Tyler watched as she pulled her phone out, sending Javi a text message stating that, Just telling him he wasn't giving up on StormPar just yet.

“Y'know Sugar. StormPar isn't what you think they are.” Y/n turned her to look at him after pressing send.

“What d'you mean?”

“They feed off the weak. Talking to the victims like they do? The ones that lose their house and everything inside? They are moving in to buy from the victim and turn it around for their own gain.”

“And what are you trying to telling me to do?” She asked quietly. Y/N was surprised when she didn't feel shocked about the revelation. Watching interactions in destroyed towns between StormPar and victims had always left a sour taste in her mouth.

“Sweetheart, I'm not trying to tell you what you should do. You’re smart. I mean, you’re giving me a chance.” He grinned again at her and Y/N smiled, pressing a hand to his face in an attempt to push him away. Tyler only captured that hand in his own, thumbs running along her knuckles.

“What about you and your shirts?” She asked.

“All proceeds from the shirts go to buying food for those who need it after a disaster like an EF5. Yea, it's a little untasteful to sell some in the towns, but we don't keep any of it.” Tyler explained.W"its the difference between us and StormPar. We are in it for the communities. StormPar is in for themselves.” Y/N stared at him in thought, taking it all in. She has seen Lilly, Ben, when he wasn't taking photos, and some of the others passing food out to The people of the damaged communities. It was slowly starting to make sense to her. She turned her head to look back at Tyler, seeing him still staring at her, head tilted slightly.

“Kiss me?” It came out as more of a question than a demand.

“Yes ma'am.” He tipped his head forward, tip of his stetson tilting up slightly as it brushed against her head. Boone made fake gagging noises in the back as Ben climbed in next to him.

Y/N smiled into the kiss, amused at Boone's childish antics. The kiss was gentle and soft, full of promise.

When the two pulled away, Tyler pressed a few more chaste kisses to her lips, before giving her a knee weakening smirk and walked around to get into the driver seat.

“Alright ladies and gentleman. We have a storm to chase.”

—---

Y/N looked over to where Tyler was, currently helping a family find their dog. She watched as he showed genuine concern, reassuring the family, before her head moved to where some of his group members sold shirts and passed out food and water to those who needed it.

They were truly the light at the end of the tunnel, while StormPar seemed to be the preceding darkness, back behind them.

“Y/N!”

Many heads turned at the mention of her name, mostly from the Wranglers as she stopped and watched as Javi ran up to her.

“What's going on?” He asked, coming to a stop in front her.

Tyler paused his search for the dog, watching the two, although he couldn't hear what was being said. His eyes were focused on Y/N as she spoke with her boss.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“Riding with the Tornado Wranglers? Of all people?” He asked. as Y/N watched him, she was almost certain he wanted to say something about Tyler, but had held his tongue.

“I obviously didn't feel welcomed with you guys earlier. And Tyler and his crew have been nothing other than welcoming.” Again. He looked like he wanted to say something but bit it back.

“They are only in this all for themselves. I mean, they sell shirts with Owens face on them, for fucks sake.”

“It's for a better cause than StormPar.” She snapped. “Really? Preying off the families that just lost their homes and everything else they own? buying properties for a reasonable margin and then turning it all around to sell for more for your own gain?”

“We are helping these people.”

“Bullshit. Tyler and his crew have a larger foot in the door helping these people. Using proceeds to buy food and water for those that need while you do nothing of the sort.”

“Smart talk coming from the person who killed three of our friends.” Y/N stopped, feeling like she had been slapped across the face. Even Javi released the damage of his words. She took a step back as her reached for her.

“Y/N, I didn't-”

“No.” her shaky voice cut him off as she turned to walk away.

“Y/N. I'm sorry, just please. Let's talk about this.” His voice fading as her ears started pounding, her eyes moving frantically in front of her before catching sight of Tyler. He stood in the middle of a bunch of rubble, his eyes trained solely on her, having watched the conversation turned into an argument. She swallowed thickly, before turning away and running over to Lion, climbing in. The truck roared to life and she spun tires as she left, leaving everyone in the rear view mirror.

—---

Y/N found refuge in her parents barn, now belonging to her brother and his family. All of her storm equipment and tests and everything else in between still existed her, behind closed doors and semi forgotten. Many pieces collected dust, but the most well loved was her little alcove in the back corner.

A small projector lit up the room, casting a video of a Tornado, sound and everything included around the room. She sat in a bean bag, knees pulled to her chest, tears pricking the corner of her eyes threatening to fall as they were trained on the force of nature. When light flooded the small room, she didn’t move.

Silence filled the air between who stood there watching her and Y/N.

“You’re brother said I’d find you here.” her gaze snapped to Tyler’s, not expecting to see them there.

“Tyler, I’m so-” She was cut off. Y/N wanted to apologize for leaving him, but he held up his hand, silencing her. He moved into the small room, squatting down in front of her. Her eyes followed him, the tears finally falling.

“I had always thought your name sounded familiar. Dexter was the one to piece it all together.” He went silent for a few moments. “I’m sorry to hear about your friends. It’s not your fault.”

“It is though.”

“You never expected it to end the way it did.” Tyler brought a hand up to rest on her leg, providing reassurance.

“They didn't have to die.” She whispered.

“No, they didn't. And it sucks. I know it does sweetheart. But it's not your fault. and Rivera had no right to throw it in your face.” He reassured Her. His hands came to rest on her cheeks. “Are you listening to me?” He asked. Y/N nodded, causing him to give her a soft smile. “Good. Now come out and get some food. Your brother said they haven't seen a lot of you in the last few days, and his wife just made a killer feast.” Y/N chuckled at his last sentence, before she stood up, Tyler doing the same. He leaned down and pressed a long Kiss to her lips, the two of them melting into it.

“I'm sorry for leaving and not saying anything.” Y/N mumbled against his lips after They pulled away.

“It's okay Sugar.” He spoke with the same soft tone as her, his hands coming up to wrap around her, pulling her into a tight hug.

Y/N had fallen further in love with Tyler twice that night. The first one being that exact moment, understanding and caring for her in a way no one else but her brother and his wife did.

The second moment was watching as Tyler interacted with her niece and nephew as they all watched a movie. Her niece sat in his lap, her nephew sitting on the couch next to him as he told them stories about storm chasing, getting vocal and overdramatic to add excitement for the two young children.

A smile sat on her face, widening further as she locked eyes with Tyler during one part of his current story. A feeling that no words could have described passed between the two, knowing instantly that no matter what, they were both in it for the long ride.

And as everyone turned in for the night, and Tyler had beaten Y/N to bed, he had his arms open and already waiting for her. She crawled into them, burying her face into his chest as he buried his face into her neck, hands resting on her lower back and tangled into her hair.

Her arms moved to wrap around his torso, fingers drawing shapes into his back.

“Thank you, cowboy.”

“Anything for you, Sugar.” He mumbled against her skin, moving to press a kiss to her temple before the two of them fell asleep.

[riverwithoutbanks]

Since we’re doing s16 wish lists, here’s what I wanna see (in no particular order except for the first one):

Reunion episode(s). Can take up to three episodes because I’m okay with suffering. There are several ways this could go and I have a couple fics on the back burner about it so I won’t elaborate.

Beach episode: they planned to spend a few days near the sea, but a case falls on their laps. Dean is in denial and just wants to chill. The universe seems to be on his side as every time something supernatural happens, he barely misses it (think Linda from Phineas and Ferb). Cas, Sam, and Eileen are slowly losing it, being bullied by a giant squid. Dean is in a long chair, reading Vogue, and sipping Piña Coladas. Jack pops by and goes ‘wow, you guys look like shit!!’ (Dean fell asleep and got a massive sunburn).

Weekend at Bobby’s but Cas, and more comedic. I want this one to expose the shit out of the brothers. Have them be in a middle of a tiff and make it everyone’s problem. Point of the episode being, Cas loves them (especially Dean) a lot. But sometimes he wants to throttle them.

Bittersweet episode about aging. I’m thinking parallels with a monster/human relationship and hunters who got out. Saileen talking about having/adopting children question mark. Potentially dismissed after hearing Dean and Claire having a row whilst Cas tries to defuse the situation (he makes it worse).

Theee Destiel episode (they’re all more or less destiel but this is the big one. Can take place during the reunion arc). They talk about it ™️. It can last the whole season as long as they end up in a relationship by the end. I’m not particularly into domestic portrayals (nothing against them, just not my cuppa tea) so you can make the drama last. Especially if it’s getting on everyone’s nerves.

Oblivious Sam. ‘He meant as a friend, right? 😀🌸’. Would be especially funny if Dean is trying to talk about it but Sam is just not computing. Especially especially funny if he tries to defend their friendship being all like ‘yeah they’re weird but you’re an arsehole for assuming that there’s something more!!’. Dean and Cas look like they were dragged through a hedge backward and mugged by a pack of clowns. Turns out Sam’s right in the end, they weren’t doing anything YET. But now that he has contemplated the possibility, he can’t unsee it. To be continued

Continuation of the previous episode. Sam is looking for a memory erasing spell because he just CANNOT with those star crossed losers. He find Naomi’s… what the fuck was her lobotomy stuck, anyway? Some kind of sonic screwdriver? Moving on, he realises it’s been used recently (traces of grace or whatever, pick your poison. The magic system doesn’t make any sense anyway). Oops :) looks like someone has been messing with them. Wait. Wasn’t there someone else? Where’s Eileen?

The Big Bad. I love me some Chuck won and possessed Jack so it would go in that direction. The sonic screwdriver was in the bunker because Eileen caught Chuck!Jack’s new creation fucking with their brains. I wish it could be a cool uncanny monster, but let’s be real it will probably be just some dude ™️. She walked in on it lobotomising Cas (because it’s iconic<3) and tries to fight the thing off. Epic and terrifying chase scene through the bunker, especially since Eileen can’t hear the creature. She hides in a room where they keep spell ingredients and finds Sam’s conveniently placed recipe for calling Rowena. You can figure out the rest.

[end of part 1]

[sun-ea-sports]

Sword lobotomy fanfic just for you @dynamiteghost

Before reading please keep in mind this is a joke fic and so I didn’t put too much effort into it 🙏 so basically it’s not beta read n stuff (also there’s no actual lobotomy, just sorta implied that something will happen to him)

CW: syringes

Sword wasn’t quite sure where he was right now. He had just woken up in this strange place, after being hit in the back of the head. He had no way to tell how long it’d been since he passed out because there were no clocks nor any calendars.

All he currently knows is that he was strapped on some sort of table. It was too dark to see much of what was around him, but if he squinted he could kind of see the faint outline of a door in front of him.

Eventually, after lying down in the dark for Illumina knows how long, the door creaked open. Sword opened his eyes — he had closed them, deciding that if he slept, time would surely go by quicker — and looked in front of him, towards where he knew the door is.

Someone walked inside the room and closed the door behind them. Soon after, the lights were turned on, causing Sword to squint his eyes at the sudden brightness — something he had not seen in a while and had not been expecting it to appear so suddenly.

Once his eyes finally adjusted, he could finally see who had entered the room — and who had probably kidnapped him, too. And to his surprise and confusion, there stood Subspace Tripmine in front of him. Dressed in medical gear, too. As if he were about to perform a surgery.

And that’s when it hit him. Oh Illumina was he about to get experimented on?! Sword panicked and tried to rack his brain to try to remember if at any point in his life he had pissed off Subspace so badly that the older man would go out of his way to kidnap him so he could perform an experiment on him. And the results came back empty; Sword had done nothing to Blackrock’s greatest scientist — at least, as far as he knew — and yet here he was.

About to get experimented on.

That’s when the panic truly set in, and Sword started to struggle against the binds keeping him trapped onto the table. Unfortunately, his efforts were fruitless. And he soon realised he was truly trapped here. Once he came upon this conclusion, he looked over at Subspace with wide, terrified eyes.

And the scientist was just standing there! The sick freak was probably smiling under his gas mask right now! He probably enjoyed watching Sword struggle to no avail! Sword narrowed his eyes at Subspace and spat out at him. “Why am I here!?” Subspace just let out an amused huff before saying. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt a bit.”

Which, thank you! That did not answer Sword’s question at all. Sword watched with narrowed eyes — trying to keep his fear hidden — as Subspace approached him, holding a syringe in his left hand. The scientist put his right hand on Sword’s right arm, and positioned the syringe over one of his veins.

Sword watched in horror as Subspace punctured his flesh and injected whatever was in the syringe into his body. He winced at the sting, but it was quickly gone, replaced by itchiness soon after the syringe was pulled back out of his arm.

Soon after, Sword felt dizzy and just generally loopy. He could tell that whatever Subspace had injected into him was an anesthetic, which was a little odd of the scientist to do. At least, according to what Medkit briefly told Sword. According to him, Subspace liked toying with people and torturing them. He liked to watch them writhe in pain. And yet here he was, sparing Sword by letting him be passed out during the operation.

As Sword’s eyes started closing — against his will — his last thought was. “Please let me wake up after this.” Unbeknownst to him, those would be his last thoughts.

[kit-williams]

No Longer You

The next part in the Legion Mother Lost in the Warp Series. One of his prophetic sons comes to the Iron Lord with worrying news while the Iron Mother receives worrying news as well.

Male Lead: Perturabo Female Lead: Penelope Song on repeat: Epic the Musical - No Longer You Cw: Song fic, pov switching

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @squishyowl @ms--lobotomy

@nekotaetae @sleepyfan-blog

Perturabo went over her words again and again and again in his mind... his mind churning so much that his body destabilizes and he felt anger flare up at how worked up he was getting over a possible warp ghost or worse yet a trick. He buried that part of himself... buried all these emotions tied to her when he burned Olympia... when he killed Calliphone... when he needed her tender heart to hold back his wrath... a wrath that ultimately was tainted by his grief. His breaking down after Olympia was just as much of him mourning her death in equal measure to his regret bubbling up. Would she have agreed? Perturabo wonders as maybe she could have stayed his hand upon his sister... upon Olympia... he knows for a fact that he wouldn't have followed Horus as long as he did... Nelly wouldn't have let him.

Ajax was one of the few things he could hold over his brothers of something he had and they did not... hindsight either paints his thoughts or gives him insight into how certain brothers of his had grown far too interested in Penelope once she was carrying Ajax... and many of them had turned traitor. Perturabo pauses in his tinkering as he lets ancient thoughts return to the surface as he wonders.... what she would have said to get him to stop following Horus, if he ever started to follow him in the first place. He blames himself for her death, he called her to Olympia when he caught wind that the corpse that was once his Father and the frail Malcador had expressed interest in meeting Ajax... catching wind in wanting to summon her to Terra without him. Once more Perturabo lets his thoughts wander... what would have happened... anxiety flairs inside his gut at the brief thought of sieging the imperial palace and not knowing where she was... or even if Father would keep her alive for that long.

He exhales, his nostrils flaring like a grox-bull's, as he focuses on melding the metal in his hands; Ferrus was always better at making the metal into surprisingly delicate shapes... when he wanted to. Perturabo looks at the metal in his clawed hands as it is another shell... to replace the one that had fallen into disrepair from his neglect over the millennia. A rare smile flutters across the lord of Iron's face as he looks at the iridescent metal shell. His eyes flick over to a screen as there was a rare thing... someone that was not one of his warsmiths was requesting an audience... His tongue moves over the fangs in his mouth, reminding him of his brothers Leman and Konrad with their fanged maws, as he thinks and looks at who dares seek an audience with him. One of his Sorcerer sons... Tiresias Korpanos... the Korpanos were a rare set of psyker twins that had survived the trials of the Iron Warriors, Perturabo remembers telling Magnus of his sons and how excited the Sorcerer king had gotten. Psyker twins were always more powerful together but he remembers that the twins willingly separated as his brother... Morpheus went with Penelope.

Though Tiresias had grown wildly eccentric in the millennia that had followed their damnation. His nose wrinkled at the thought of dealing with this gibbering sorcerer or at worst would be speaking in vague poetics. He was feeling nostalgic today as he could remember Nelly listening to the prophets poetics with baited breath and always trying to decipher what they mean or the look in her eyes when she realized some portion of the vision had come true. He could stomach Morpheus' presence and she liked Tiresias but alas their loyalties were not to be... it must have been nostalgia guiding him as he accepted the request.

Penelope looked away from the curly haired Ajax in her lap shoving a bright yellow toy into his mouth as Antioch had told her of his reservations to allow Morpheus Korpanos to see her. He insisted his reservations were only as Morpheus was uncertain of the message he was delivering and as Antioch passed along it was 'vague and ominous'.

"Well, I am not Perturabo who only demands certainty." Penelope said before kissing the young Iron heir as she handed him to one of her handmaidens.

"His message sounds like it comes from a hermit oracle." Captain Antioch said.

"Pity then as I enjoy the old stories," Penelope smiled as she sat in her seat with learned authority, "I will see my son Antioch."

"Yes Legion Mother."

Tiresias twitched at unseen shadows in unreality as they were simply the immaterial tendrils of his genesire drawing far too close for comfort. The Lord of Iron looked at him with a loathsome look in his glowing eyes that flicked between a fiery orange to the icy blue that his eyes were in life. Perturabo was as deadly as any warp predator and perhaps even more so. His genesire simply gestured and so Tiresias began, "I am the prophet with the answers you seek," Perturabo frowns at that, "I see past and future running free... there is a world where I help her get home... but that's not a world I know."

"What?" Perturabo's voice was harsh as he did not like the oracle like delivery but Tiresias was tied to the warp and he remembers how Magnus explained that sometimes delivery would sometimes be roundabout.

"I see a song of past romance," Tiresias said louder and more confidently, "I see the sacrifice of man!" His voice swelled, "I see portrayals of betrayals," There was pain in his voice, "And a brother's final stand..."

"I see you on the brink of death," Morpheus says somberly, "I see you draw your final breath," he says as if in pain from what he sees or feels, "I see a man who gets to make it home alive," His conviction returns, "But it's no longer him."

Penelope sits there surrounded by her iron honor guard as there is concern on her face as she looks at Morpheus. She could see why Antioch was so displeased with Morpheus' revelations. Antioch clenched his jaw at the revelations made as it was his and his brother's duty to guard the Iron Mother, even more so now given what Lord Guilliman had told him about the Lord of Iron.

"I see your palace covered in red... Faces of men who long believed you dead..."

Tiresias voice was quiet and fearful for the next part of his vision would surely displease his genesire, "I see your wife with a man who is haunting," The room became painfully silent as he could see the immaterium condense into a point, it was as if Perturabo had pulled his entire demonic being back into this room and focused his entire being onto Tiresias, "A man with a trail of bodies..."

"Ẃ̸̠̞̆͑H̷̳̩̻͚̀͒͋O̷͇̾͂?"

Perturabo bellowed as the Lord of Iron was done with this game. His claws reached out into the aether and grabbed a part of his soul.

The twins screamed out in utter agony as they could feel their souls being pulled back from their form... they were being ripped open slowly. Antioch and the rest of the maternal guard sprang into action as he gathered Penelope into his arms and rushing her out of the room and away from the potentially unstable psyker; Tiresias could feel his twin and still chose to bear the brunt of what their genesire was doing. The warp began to bend like metal and crack like glass and yet as the Primarch pushed and from what his brain could interpret... it liquified around Perturabo. They could feel the burning of claws sinking into their souls and the burning pressure of his gaze on their souls and the writhed in agony. But, Perturabo finally got to what he was looking for and was assaulted with images that Tiresias had seen but was unable to directly say.

~A song of past romance...~ Violet eyes looked into his own icy blue eyes... Fulgrim in all of his depraved glory grinning at him as in two of his arms he cradled a broken body like a perversion of a lover as he drank the soul right out of the defiled thing... perverse pleasure and so much pain came from the writhing mutilated thing in his arms... Perturabo felt something sick gather in his chest as it looked like Curze had gotten a hold of it... gotten a hold of her as it she reached out to him with a broken, bloody, mutilated hand... all the while Fulgrim was slowly drinking her soul away leaving poisoned and acid filled kisses on ruined skin... that gloating look in those violet eyes as he ripped his eyes away to meet the thing's gaze in his brothers arms... it was Penelope.

The vision mercifully shifted... ~ the sacrifice of man... ~ Roboute stood in front of Penelope as she was holding Ajax in her arms, his brother looked so tired yet there was a hopefulness in his eyes. He could tell years dragged by in this vision and he watched how over this vision of twenty years how the Lady of Iron's heraldry was replaced... the yellows, blacks, and iron colors were slowly replaced piece by piece with gold, white, and blue... the Iron Warrior heraldry replaced with the omega. The sad look in her eyes as Perturabo glanced seeing Ajax shift from an infant to a man... her hair with streaks of grey as Roboute returned to the forefront and he watched his brother drag touches against her skin. Gestures becoming far too intimate as he cupped the side of her face and once more the warp around him became sharp and angry as he watched Robute trail kisses from her ear to her-

Perturabo felt rage. Perhaps a fraction of what he was told of the rage that Sanguinius carried. How dare Roboute touch his wife... his Penelope... his Nelly! How dare he raise his son! As his form churned the vision blurred... ~ portrayals of betrayals... ~ His anger became frozen as once more his gaze met the dull eyed gaze of the corpse of his wife. Her outfit stained red as she laid in a pool of blood. Perturabo looked up seeing Magnus looking down at Ajax in his arms as the cyclops' gaze returned to the body and there was a look of pity and sadness for a moment before he vanished in a whirl of magic.

Before he could finish processing it his icy blue eyes met forest green eyes... Lion's eyes... ~ and a brother's final stand. ~ He glowered at Perturabo as his sword was held to the side, blood dripping from the blade... and by the blade tip curled protectively around a bloody body... Distress crawled over the Primarch as not only in this vision his wife was dead but also his son... Despair and anger fills him as he watches a phantom version of himself charge the "eldest" Primarch...

"Morpheus!" Penelope cried out.

Perturabo exhaled once more hearing her voice, his eyes darting to the tether that linked the twin souls and as much as he could use it to appear to her to be there once again... Perturabo removed his claws from their souls. The Lord of Iron needed time to prepare... time to prepare a place for her... to prepare to bring his wife home. The twins collapsed as blood wept from their eyes and noses. Tiresias took the brunt on his soul gaining new mutations as his left hand was clawed and he could feel a mouth press against the body glove under his right arm. Morpheus was relatively unscathed minus his teeth all being sharp and the new eye on his right cheek... but those could be taken care of.

Captain Antioch walked over to the entrance of the Librarium as Brother Chaplain Achilles walked out, a sigh leaving the vox on the skull helm. "He continues to say disturbing things Brother Captain," He paused for a moment looking at the hard gaze that Antioch was giving him, "things about the Legion Mother's survival... things about Father. Antioch how much stock do you put into his vision?"

Antioch looked at the grim specter that was Chaplain Achilles, "Father is a monster now. As far as I am concerned we are all that is left of the legion."

Achilles hummed, "Lady Penelope is adamant that she spoke with Father. To a pitying degree..."

They were silent for a moment, "There are creatures that can mimic voices," He says knowing what to tell the Iron Mother in her inevitable desperate plea, "we must get her to safety."

"Agreed. She and Ajax must survive lest the morale of our brothers crumble." Achilles tone is firm as a decision has been made.

Castor watched the protective shielding peel back with a thunk as layer upon layer revealed more and more of the starlit void as they left the warp. Olympia floated in the distance... still a dead world thanks to the Primarch of the Dark Angels. But, he was not here to be sentimental about home no he was here for something else. Screens and images flickered to life as in the green light the Gloriana was brought into view. The Iron Amarantos draped in the heraldry of the Iron Warriors and in the unique heraldry to denote that it was the Iron Mother. For the veterans it was as if they were looking into a time capsule, for the Amarantos was a flower compared to the brutal ships they were use to... it was a piece of art.

Castor grinned at ship on his display as he felt as giddy as a Scout again. The memories of the Legion Mother were still clear in his mind as her warm smile was a balm... she was the heart and the hearth of the legion and he felt joy that she was still alive! The ship shifted to high alert as the Amarantos' defenses kicked in as their machine spirits were probing and starting their attacks to cripple them... already locking on to their position but they had the proper codes to feed to the ornery spirit and assuage its demands.

Father had demanded that confrontation was off the table... and rightfully so given there was around five thousand Iron Warriors aboard the vessel and countless security measures all handmade by Father to protect Mother. Castor had to approach this situation delicately but he could not deny the desire to see Mother dearly... to feel her warmth again... the feeling of her hand on his head... and the softness of her voice. He missed the warmth of the iron hearth and would not fail Father.

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full prompt list

hey everyone! this is the full february prompt list for this event. we're going to have six prompts every day, so it's big! smaller versions containing only some of the prompts are forthcoming. ideally a piece submitted for a certain day should be inspired by at least one of the prompts for that day.

[conceptual prompts only] [pairing prompts only] [format/style prompts only] [prompts by date] [submission guidelines] [intro post]

conceptual prompts:

feb 1: manipulation || rot || political play

feb 2: tied up || burning flesh || jealousy

feb 3: suburbia || betrayal/judas kiss || doll

feb 4: blackmail || cannibalism || age gap

feb 5: blasphemy || executioner || genderless

feb 6: “...and it felt like a kiss” || on the rack || handmaiden-feudal lord

feb 7: sainthood || blood || isolation

feb 8: poison/drugging || barefoot and pregnant || murder suicide

feb 9: scars || heaven and/or hell || voyeurism

feb 10: shallow grave/midnight gardening || exes || serial killer(s)

feb 11: crossdressing || corpse || brat

feb 12: war/opposite sides || soulmates || guts/gore

feb 13: demonization || immortality || "forgive me father"

feb 14: unrequited || butch || imprisonment

feb 15: high school sweethearts || justifications || resurrection

feb 16: stabbing || masturbation || somnophilia

feb 17: turn the straight girl || kidnapping || ritual sacrifice

feb 18: stalking || substance use/abuse || comp het

feb 19: amnesia/mindwipe/lobotomy || flogging || forcefem

feb 20: vessel || make each other worse || gothic

feb 21: mistress || forced marriage || petplay

feb 22: demon deal || power imbalance || state of mind/dreams/confusion

feb 23: experiment || bastard child || what happened to her first husband/wife?

feb 24: curses || possession || infidelity

feb 25: controlling || temptation || "i ran into a door"

feb 26: victim || right hand || true crime

feb 27: humiliation || dubious consent || brainwashing

feb 28: family || true form || obsession

feb 29: closeted || sins of the father || not passing the bechdel test

pairing prompts:

feb 1: rowena mcleod/billie

feb 2: linda tran/ofc

feb 3: hannah/naomi

feb 4: rowena mcleod/alicia banes

feb 5: raphael/billie

feb 6: amelia novak/naomi

feb 7: abaddon/colette mullen

feb 8: ruby/astaroth

feb 9: cassie robinson/fem!dean winchester

feb 10: linda tran/mary winchester

feb 11: cassie robinson/meg masters

feb 12: linda tran/abaddon

feb 13: risa (endverse)/meg masters

feb 14: kelly kline/dagon

feb 15: linda tran/tasha banes

feb 16: billie/amara/the empty (meg)

feb 17: meg masters/jo harvelle

feb 18: patience turner/claire novak

feb 19: mary winchester/antonia bevell

feb 20: lily sunder/claire novak

feb 21: bela talbot/ruby

feb 22: patience turner/magda peterson

feb 23: fem!castiel/fem!crowley

feb 24: missouri moseley/ellen harvelle

feb 25: jody mills/donna hanscum

feb 26: lily baker/lilith

feb 27: hannah/caroline johnson

feb 28: raphael/naomi

feb 29: eileen leahy/mary winchester

format/style prompts:

day 1: canon divergent || drabble (exactly 100 words)

day 2: canon character/oc || traditional art

day 3: scifi au || non-traditional art medium

day 4: post-canon || gifset

day 5: canon compliant || metered poetry

day 6: reverse!verse/roleswap || sketch

day 7: epistolary || flash fiction

day 8: episode rewrite || fanmix

day 9: gender changes - het to femslash || script format

day 10: canon a little to the left || headcanon

day 11: outsider pov || fancam

day 12: 5 + 1 || exquisite corpse/round robin

day 13: for want of a nail || sequel

day 14: dark fluff || webweave

day 15: vignettes/fragments || fansong

day 16: polyamory || abstract

day 17: unreliable narrator || screencap edit

day 18: meta plot/metafandom/carver edlund novels || non-song based fanvid

day 19: crossover/fusion || multimedia

day 20: trans headcanon || podfic

day 21: humor || amv

day 22: au || fiber arts

day 23: gender changes - slash to femslash || comic

day 24: pre-canon || digital art

day 25: omegaverse || sentence fics

day 26: mundane au || photography

day 27: selfcest || freeverse poetry

feb 28: character study || fanwork-of-a-fanwork

feb 29: rashomon style || fic rec list