#monster clone au

[dickarchivist]

Let Me Hear You Scream

For @anxiouspineapple99's Monster Clone Halloween Party 2023!!

Vampire!Hunter x fem/reader

Contents and Warnings: Minors DNI 🔞, desperation, unprotected PiV sex, back alley sex, maybe voyeurism(?), biting, overstim, mentions of blood, rough sex, clothes ripping, consent being the sexiest thing of all

Author's Notes: Hunter Wives (gn) I hope this gets you were you're going~

The Song inspiration for this fic is called [Scream by SAINT PHNX]. Click it for a good time 👀

The music in the club is incredibly loud, but it feels like everything else is drown out by silence when you catch his eyes on you from across the floor. Half his body is covered in dark tattoos, they're hard to make out in the pulsing lights, but you swear they're bones. But the skeletal markings aren't what caught your attention, it's his eyes. A glowing red, peering directly into your very being, glowing in the multicolored pulses of the room. He's sitting back in one of the lounge seats with his shirt half undone and his arms sprawled over the headrest, as if inviting you in... for a second, you think that's exactly what he's doing.

When you blink, he's gone, and the music returns at full blast. You feel a little dizzy, and decide to go outback to get some fresh air, try to get your head on straight before rejoining your friends on the dance floor. A few offer to join you, but you wave them off, telling them you'll be right back.

He's in the back alley when you get outside, as if he were waiting for you. You chuckle, crossing your arms over your chest and shifting your weight to one side, "You following me pretty boy?"

"Yes, actually," he smirks back at you, and you catch a glimpse of fangs hiding under his lips. He shifts his weight to mimic your stance, and nods his head toward you, "Your scent is more intoxicating than any of the alcohol they're serving," He's on you in a second, moving so fast you couldn't understand it.

His smile presses into your neck as he takes a deep breath, "Kriff your blood smells so sweet," you feel his tongue on your skin, and your knees knock together with a soft moan. His hands are on your hips, holding you in place, but you can pull away, you know you can. He takes another breath of your scent, "Would you mind inviting me in?"

You lean back in his grip, enough to see his face properly. His eyes are a vibrant red, and they're trained on your pulse. The dark tattoos across his face make him look near demonic, and maybe he is, the way he looks at you. You're a meal to him. Your heart is beating, legs weakening, and his grip holds you up, you could run but there's nowhere to go... nowhere you'd want to go either. "What are you going to do?"

His knee presses between your legs and you moan again, hands on his chest for support. You look into his eyes again, and he flashed his fangs, "Only what you let me do, can't act without your say so," he moves his leg against you, pulling another soft gasp from your lips, "Wouldn't mind hearing you scream for me."

You're not sure if it's the alcohol in your system already, or the danger of the situation, but you find yourself grinding your hips against him. "What's your name?" Your voice is breathy, starting to feel damp between your legs.

"Call me Hunter," his mouth is on your neck again, kissing softly, dragging his tongue over your pulse again.

"Are you going to kill me?"

There's humor in his voice, feeling fangs drag across your soft skin sends shivers through you, and you clench your thighs around the leg between them, "You're safe from me, Mesh'la."

You believe him, against all odds, you know he's not going to kill you. You nod lull your head to the side a little, already dazed from the spreading warmth between your legs, but still he waits for your words. Hunter buries his face into the crook of your neck, ghosting over your pulse again, whispering, "Invite me in."

"Make me scream, Hunter..."

One of his hands pushes up the skirt of your little dress and palms you, feeling your wet folds through the cloth of your panties. With a sharp tug the fabric snaps and you let out an excited gasp. Hunter kisses your neck and his fingers rub your clit. You can feel his length hardening against your thigh, you're about to reach for it when his fangs sink into your neck.

You thought it would hurt, but the sheer euphoria that washes over you makes you moan loudly as your body trembles, "S-stars, kriff, oh... H-Hunter!"

You feel his fangs leave your skin, followed by suckling from him. His deft fingers slip into your walls without resistance, and you grind against him as his digits curl and rub sweet circles against the most sensitive spots inside you. "Harder... kriff, Hunter..."

His mouth leaves your neck for a moment and you feel a warm trickle down your chest. "Tell me to fuck you."

Hunter's fingers leave your walls and you whine in protest, pulling his face to yours and kissing him hard. You taste your blood on his tongue, and run your own over his fangs before pulling away, "Fuck me, use me, give it to me, Pretty boy," you drag your blunt teeth over his bottom lip with a tug, "Make me scream for you."

In a blink Hunter has you against the wall of the club, your legs around his waist as he holds you up. He tears the front of your dress and tugs your breastband down, licking the blood from your chest as he goes back to suckling at the wound he'd made. You're about to speak again when you feel the head of his length gliding through your folds and bump your clit. More gasps, but no Scream yet. As he pushed into your walls, stretching you open for him, you tremble and wrap your arms around his shoulders, breathing the single word, "Harder."

He bucks into you, harder, faster than you'd thought, a surprised, "Ah!" Falling from your lips followed quickly by a desperate, "Yes!"

His length fills you completely, making your eyes cross in pleasure as he pounds into you with each hard thrust of his hips. Your arousal is dripping down your thighs as he bites a fresh wound into the other side of your neck, sucking blood from you as it flows. The euphoric feeling washes over you again, and you cum hard on his length as he draws a scream of pure ecstasy comes from you.

You're limp in Hunter's arms for a second as he feeds, dizzy from everything, the blood, the intense orgasm, but Hunter isn't done with you yet. You gave him permission, you invited him in.

Hunter's mouth pulls off of your neck, licking at the wounds on each side, staying deep in your walls with slow thrusts as you come down from the first high. He grins at you, blood on his teeth, "Kriff you taste better than I thought," his hips snap up into you and you give a sharp cry, "You feel better too, mmm. Still with me, Mesh'la?"

You clench around his length, closing your eyes and shivering, "still here..."

"Good girl." Hunter presses his fingers to your clit as he continues his brutal pace, hard sharp thrusts into you. With the added stimulation to your clit, and your walls already over sensitive, the feeling of Hunter's stiff length thrusting in and out of you so quickly has you near drooling with pleasure.

You Scream for him again, louder than the first time, as you feel a second climax rip through your body. He spends himself in your walls with a primal grunt, and you feel both his spend and yours down your legs. Hunter kisses your neck where he bit you, licking off any remaining blood from your chest, before he pulls out of you with a satisfied sound.

Your legs feel boneless, you nearly fall but he holds you steady, "Still with me?"

"Mmm..." you look up at him, eyes hazy, but completely unafraid, "still here..."

"Can I take you home?"

"You can take me anywhere..."

When you wake up the next day you're completely naked in your bed. You think for a second you'd had the most amazing dream, until you see your torn dress on the floor, and a note on the bed beside you.

"I know your scent, I'll come find you again, Pretty Girl."

You chuckle, throat sore from the screams, and you lick your lips before raking your teeth over your bottom lip, "You better, Pretty Boy."

[the-bad-batch-baroness]

💚 WIP Wednesay 💚

It's WIP Wednesday, and I've got an update for my upcoming vampire!Fox x fem!reader fic for @anxiouspineapple99 Halloween Party!!!

The fic finally has a title and is currently sitting pretty at 5k+ words (short fics are just not my style 😅). It's going to be a doozy of a one-shot! Full of angst, fluff, and eroticism.

Below is a little snippet from the draft:

Fox stops in front of you and drops the lifeless body beside you. The man’s cold, dead eyes meet your live ones, and you feel sick to your stomach. You look up at the clone in fear and see now that his armor is red, red like the Coruscant Guard. Your breath quickens as you notice the blood smeared on his face and the elongated fangs visible as he pants.

“You’re a… a…” you stammer as you slowly inch away from his looming presence.

“A vampire?” Fox finishes your sentence, still feeling woozy from the alcohol invading his system.

“That’s… impossible,” you continue to be at a loss for words, your brain flipping between fight, flight, or freeze. Sure, you’ve read stories of vampires, but they were just stories. Vampires didn’t exist in real life, did they? You’re not sure what to think. You look around everywhere, except in front of you, looking desperately for an escape.

Fox kneels down in front of you and grabs your chin, forcing you to look into his caramel eyes. “This is our little secret. Do you understand?”

You nod your head, too shocked to give a verbal response.

Fox searches your face for a moment, unsure of what he’s looking for, but eventually, he releases you. “Run along, little one,” he whispers darkly, “or the fox might catch you.”

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[phantasm-echo]

I did a doodle requests thing over on my Instagram and here are the results!!! Really like how some of these turned out👀

[mylou-doodlesworld]

Doodle :3

House of the dragon Zohakuten

I guys ! Im starting art school again so sorry if the future post will be just some sketch of little doodle, and yeah im still addicted to hotd Zoha ( maybe im alone but dosen't mater >:3 )

My objectives this year is keeping practicing anatomy and testing new medium yeah !

[billfinarts]

Techchosis

He's fine y'all.

[cloned-eyes]

*Checks my local church tower*

[vladdyissues]

hey so instead of being so deep in brain fog i keep using au and headcanon interchangeably and only realize hours later, howsabout i actually drop them vlad mpreg headcanons without getting derailed into using them in a narrative

-vlad loves control over others, including in bed. this is not in question. and a fight that derails into sexytimes, who doesnt love that. but what makes him totally fucking unravel is being pampered and tenderly made love to. he has to trust someone a relatively high amount to even fantasize about it, much less SUGGEST it

-thing is, thanks to AGIT, we now know ghost powers are hugely emotion based, and, well... in the state of mind he'd be in, plus his desire for a family? 100% conception rate, will manifest anything needed to put a baby in him. not that he would know this going in, of course, who has he ever trusted like that (had to delete a shipping narrative derail here, we both know who)

-until he actually starts showing or can otherwise feel the baby in some way, it's mood swing o'clock, and unless he likes the person he's interacting with, it's always set to "i am subconsciously noticing my vulnerable state and i will be making that EVERYONE'S problem". if he likes them, it's only set to that half the time, and the rest of the time he's clingy as sin

-an agitated mood swing affects the world around him. AKA reverse Torrent of Terror time!

-once he can actually interact with the baby in even a small way, he will be overwhelmed with pink fuzzy "~baby~" feelings more and more, and just go full fucking domestic. full tradwife, to reference the post that actually dragged me to this blog in the first place

-once he starts showing, attempt to place him in a social setting at your own risk

-these feelings help make up for the last month or so, where both halves of him get drained prepping the baby for coming into existence and the baby brain is fucking real, as are flareups of ghost powers akin to fumbling early days

-why in fuck would he NOT breastfeed, i ask you

-vlad would not initially see himself as the kind of parental where he'd have more than one perfect kid who he raises to exacting standards (that the kid will of course meet). then he actually has one and wants at least six more like it and really there's so much of his mansion he's not using--

-bonus: if he had chosen to gestate a clone rather than tube-grow one, it would have patched over the missing transformation data no problem, but that just was not where his head was at when it all went down (and maybe some day I'll write the AU where he's yearning enough to consider it and gets dani out of it)

further bonus: of course danny is into pregnant vlad, because i am certain these assholes have the exact set of kinks to be each other's type for however the fuck long they'll live (potentially forever). like a soulmate AU type thing but for kinky weirdoes

[fatedroses]

dont know what possessed me to draw an au where lucius lives, mostly by making a deal with golbez (as a deal of basically sustaining him through the illness he gets and helping him deal with the damage after in exchange for helping him look for a way to help the 13th from the sources side), but here we are.

[rwac96]

G-Clone Project: Gojera/Godzerra (April Fools)

Subject # 4: Humanoid Kaiju/G-Cell endowed atomic mutant/ "Kaiju Girl"

(image by Witchking00)

HEIGHT: 80 Meters

LENGTH: 180 Meters

MASS: 50,000 Metric Tons

Based on a project suggestion by roboticist Dr. Hideo Shida, creator of the 'RoboMusume' anti-Kaiju weapon during his last days before his passing. In the aftermath of Godzilla's (II) rampage throughout Tokyo, not only the city was doused in radiation but the Monster King left behind samples of its body. "G-Cells", christened by Dr. Genichiro Shiragami, are a rare and dangerous commodity sought after by multiple governments, organizations, and special interest groups all over the world. After witnessing footage of Godzilla's battles against other Kaiju such as Biollante, Ghidorah, and Spacegodzilla; Shida suggested a Kaiju-sized humanoid made from bioengineering. The UNGCC Council was hesitant, remembering the doctor's unorthodox "Bride of Godzilla" mech, how it violated Japan's anti-nuclear weapons policy, and the near-disaster that would've destabilized both the Earth and Hollow Earth if it weren't for RoboMusume's peculiar self-sacrifice. To bring legitimacy to his idea, Shida explained that the subject would have the might and power of Godzilla, but with the mind of a human being.

Miki Segusa spoke up about her concerns over this idea since she advocated for Godzilla to be left in peace ever since he adopted a juvenile Godzillasaurus and the plans of Mechagodzilla, MOGUERA, and Project T failed. Not to mention this was three months after Spacegodzilla's attempted conquest of Earth, a Kaiju-sized human being made those of the G-Countermeasures council uneasy. But Shida replied the possibility of this supposed soldier being an ideal improvement over Mechagodzilla as a defender of Japan and a deterrent to Godzilla. Days after this meeting, select bioengineering scientists began with the 'G-Cell Project', moving their resources to France.

By 1996, Shida had passed away due to old age, and it seemed UNGCC was on the verge of pulling the project's funding. That was until the Baas Island explosion and Godzilla's emergence as "Burning Godzilla", a nuclear meltdown that would've destroyed the world. The G-Cell team found themselves free of oversight during the crisis, as the appearance of Destoroyah heightened the danger. But, the crisis has passed with Destoroyah's rampage stopped and G-Force minimizing the damage as Godzilla perished. But, his leftover radiation transferred to the supposedly deceased Godzilla Junior revitalizing him and maturing him into a new Godzilla (III). With the future uncertain, a breakthrough was made with the G-Cells, the project was renamed the 'G-Clone Project'.

The New Godzilla lacked its father's hostility to humans but, the UNGCC wasn't going to take any chances, as they heard reports of another Godzilla battling an extraterrestrial known as the 'Gryphon' in the United States, unaware that it was what Monarch classified as 'Titanus Gojira'. Then, the monster known as 'Zilla' escaped its holding cell in France and rampaged in 1998, causing complications for every government involved. Many questions surrounded the Kaiju's appearance, as the French contingent of the project had gone rogue. Fearing that their pet project, 'Gojera', would be discovered, they ejected a large egg onto an island that had leftover nuclear radiation from atomic bomb tests in the 1950s. The egg laid dormant for months, until it hatched, revealing an abnormally large infant girl...with dorsal spines eerily similar to Godzilla. The infant fed on the radiation, having an accelerant growth similar to Godzilla (III) until she reached maturity in 2003.

Unfortunately, like Zilla, Gojera, or as Westerners would refer to Subject #4 as 'Godzerra', escaped containment and made landfall upon the coast of Japan, much to the surprise of everyone involved in the battle and witnessed it. Though she slightly resembled a human being, she had the ferocity and aggressive demeanor of any Godzilla, what made it worse was the young woman's genuine malice and enjoyment of the destruction she wrought. It was evident that communication with Godzerra would be unwise, as she seemed to revel in violence. Luckily, the UNGCC had created another anti-Godzilla weapon, launching Kiryu against the Kaiju Girl. Though it turned the tides in humanity's favor, it was clear that something about the mech set her off. As things seemed to be in G-Force's favor, Godzerra bellowed a defiant roar, making Kiryu pause. Seeing the mech's eyes turn from orange to red, she looked down at the gathered soldiers with an eerie smile, as if she knew what would happen next and turned back to the sea.

"Reap what you sow."

-A scientist translated from the Shobijin when Godzerra 'spoke'.

In horrifying reality, Kiryu was built around the skeleton of the 1954 Godzilla that attacked Japan and was killed by the Oxygen Destroyer. Some blamed a technical malfunction, others claimed that the Kaiju Girl's roar influenced the mech, and the Shobijin claimed that the spirit of Godzilla (I) lived within the bones. Overall, the latest anti-Godzilla weapon ironically caused more harm than Godzerra. After Kiryu ran out of power and was escorted back to G-Force, the UNGCC faced intense backlash internationally. Dr. Ishiro Serizawa of Monarch demanded answers, for both the explanation revolving around Kiryu's existence and Godzerra, the latter being verily outside of the Natural Order Monarch had studied for years. Many bioengineer scientists and researchers were questioned, as they could face jail time. Unfortunately, Godzerra resurfaced in Tokyo Bay, demolishing G-Force forces. As the Kaiju Girl marched closer and closer to the city center, the UNGCC Council and the Prime Minister had no choice but to launch Kiryu, believing whatever caused its malfunction was fixed.

The latest Mechagodzilla encountered the Kaiju Girl, resulting in an intense battle, appearing equally matched. Despite Godzerra's mixture of brute strength and human-like strategy, Kiryu gained the upper hand, wounding the atomic mutant with the Absolute Zero Cannon. While it failed to kill Godzerra, Kiryu did expel her, meaning humanity finally had a sure means of fighting back against any Kaiju. But, one year after the battle, Mothra returned to Earth, the Shobijin warning that the first Godzilla's bones must return to the sea for it was blasphemous to use them as a weapon. Takaaki Aso, former G-Force commander and the Prime Minister at the time, stated that too many resources had been sunk to scrap the project now. But, the Shobijin ensured that Mothra would defeat the atomic clone, despite Aso's doubts and remembering the 1992 battle against Godzilla (II) that claimed Battra's life. Soon, Godzerra returned to Tokyo, heading for Kiryu's hangar but was intercepted by Mothra. But, due to her time in space, the divine moth had reached old age; making her outmatched against the Kaiju Girl.

Unwilling to let Mothra fight alone, the G-Countermeasures Council ordered Kiryu's deployment; while Miki Segusa used her telepathy to contact Godzilla (III), fearing the situation's escalation. Despite being outnumbered, Godzerra proved to be a match for both the mech and the moth. Until Godzilla's arrival, who was curious about this being before engaging in combat. Despite the Monster King's strength and power, the Kaiju Girl lived up to G-Clone's original aspiration of creating a being to best their primary foe. Before she would kill the King of The Monsters, Mothra used the last of her strength to take the Atomic Breath for Junior, being set ablaze and exploding. Enraged at his 'sister's' callous reaction to the Guardian Kaiju's death, the saurian gained a second wind and the battle turned in his favor.

As the battle dragged on due to Godzilla's determination to avenge Mothra, G-Force units with Kiryu Mechanic Yoshito Chujo charged into the battlefield to repair the mech. With repairs completed, the Mechagodzilla joined Junior in the fight, turning an even battle to the favor of Earth's Defenders. But, Godzerra, revealing with cruelty, unleashed her own Atomic Pulse, unleashing Spiral Blasts upon Godzilla. Hearing the current Monster King's pained cries, the first King of the Monsters' spirit awakened within Kiryu, blasting the Kaiju Girl away. Unwilling to see such carnage between members of his species, despite the mutant's unnatural origins, Kiryu grabbed Godzerra and flew out to sea, sinking the two monsters in the Japan Trench.

The battle was finished but was declared a hollow, pyrrhic victory, with Tokyo in ruins once more, Mothra dead and Godzilla barely returning to the sea before collapsing due to his injuries, going into a healing hibernation. Finally seeing his grudge against Godzilla as folly, Aso ordered the Kiryu project to be officially scrapped and funding to G-Force cut in half. Since then, the UNGCC and G-Force are now a shadow of their glory days in the '90s and 2000s. However, the G-Clone Project secretly holds the DNA of multiple monsters, including Godzilla, to create more clones in case other Kaiju emerge. As for Godzerra, it took years for her to break Kiryu's grip, re-emerging in 2016, months after the rampage of 'Shin'. Godzerra had taken up residence on the mysterious 'Monster Island', isolating herself from the other Kaiju. Declaring the rather empty title of 'Queen of the Mutants'.

[worldsofarchive]

Monster In Your Closet

This Book Contains:

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Demon!Sekido

Warnings: Monsterfucker, inhuman-sized dick, tentacle-like appendages, mentions of drugs and getting high, light slapping, a lot of biting, and mentions of blood

Keynotes: Au where demons can be summoned, soft-ish Sekido at the end, mention of Urogi and Karaku

Rating: 18+ / Those younger or unstated will be banned from the library!

Word Count: 2.8k

You flopped onto your bed with a head-splitting headache and a tight chest. That little graffiti-covered crystal store was not what you expected; there was so much incense in the small area that the ceilings were covered in ropes of smoke. You barely got to the first shelf before a smell of marijuana hit your nose. The employees in the back were laughing and were high as kites, mumbling nothings as if having a conversation. 

You immediately turned heel and walked out of the store. You are not going back there; your head is pounding, and you let out a few coughs. After entering your home, everything felt odd; maybe you were high from the incense. You heard floors creek, doors open, your closet door slid, and some of your stuff was moved. Your head hurt so much that you were hallucinating. You stretch, and you hear a few pops in your back before you exhale.

You go limp on your bed and sign. Huh, your closet door is open. Wait! "AH!!" Your foot gets grabbed by something! Your back hits the floor, followed by your head. Before you know it, you grab onto the wall, the only thing keeping you from being dragged into the closet. A clawed hand grabs one of your arms and flips you onto your back. Deep red eyes glare down at you.

"Were you the one who summoned me?!" His voice pierced you right through your chest, and it tightened. A demon, a real-life demon, right on top of you. No human can have such bright, glowing eyes. Wait, summon? "I-I didn't summon anyone!" You force out a pitiful whisper, and his glowing red eyes narrow. He gets off you and looks around. 

"Well, I'm tied to you! So you must have summoned me!" You take this opportunity to bolt out of your room, but his claws reach you first. He yanks you back and glares down at you. "What do you want?! I want to get this done and go back to my brothers!" Your instincts kick in, and you start kicking your legs while trying to pry his fingers off your shirt.

A deep growl rumbles in his chest before he slams you down on your bed and holds you down. "QUIT FUCKING DOING THAT! I'M TRYING TO TALK TO YOU, DUMB HUMAN!" You freeze at that; you feel the sting of tears behind your eyes. He grows long appendages from his back, similar to tentacles, and they hold you down as he leans away from you. He is at least two meters tall. 

"So you didn't summon me, but for some reason, I am tied to you. Then the person summoning me must have been looking at you." He glances around the room in thought. Suddenly you remember those employees. "D-Do people use crystals to summon you?" He looks down at you. "With Ruby…"

"…Why?" You let out a sigh. "I went to a crystal shop, and the people working there mumbled and played around with crystals." He tilts his head briefly, and now that you're calm, you finally get to look over him. He wore traditional Japanese clothes, all black. His hands were black and skin tan. He had two horns on his temples that looked jagged. 

He groaned and rubbed his temple. "Great… Just let me get some blood from you, and I'll be able to go home." He said as he pulled you closer. "What!?" You instantly struggle against the tentacles, terrified of what the demon can do. What if he just rips your throat open, cuts open your stomach, and guts you? 

"It's to break the summoning contract! STOP FUCKING MOVING BEFORE I GUT YOU AND BLEED YOU LIKE A PIG!" His hands grab your shoulders and pull you closer to him. There is heat radiating from him; you just noticed how almost painfully warm his hands are on your shoulders. "I'm not going to kill you; just hold still."

That's the only warning he gave before his jaw locked around your shoulder. Sharp teeth pierce the flesh, breaking blood vessels and forming beads of blood. An almost hot tongue licked up those beads before his pupils blew. "Fuck…" He cursed softly before biting into your shoulder again, earning a yelp this time. Your eyes squeezed shut and your body tensed.

A desperate tongue wanting more. He got a taste; now he wanted more—a taste of the divine. He felt a chain break; the contract broke. The tentacles let go of you and he stepped back. Your shoulder stung, a throbbing pain that fired up your nerves. You watched him carefully as he began looking around the room. 

He took a step closer to your bedroom door before he ripped open the air, forming a rift. It looked like a grand hall of a castle on the other side; he walked through it, and you saw a glimpse of someone who looked exactly like the demon. Though he had wings, bird arms, and legs with yellow eyes. "Wait! What's your name?" As if you'd meet him again.

He didn't even turn before the rift closed. "Stupid human…" A loud cackle echoed through the large hall; angry rubies went to glare at a pair of jovial citrines. The winged demon twisted in the air, tears in his eyes and teeth bared. "Hahaha! 'wait! w-what's your name, handsome one?' hahaha! Imagine being summoned by a bunch of high humans."

A growl rumbled in the ruby-eyed demon's throat. "Shut it, Urogi!" His laughter only got louder; if he didn't have wings, he'd be rolling around on the floor. "That human was cute; maybe I'll steal them from you, Sekido." Sekido bared his teeth and threw a staff at Urogi. "You irritating Vermin! Out of my sight!"

Urogi flew off with a bright smirk on his face. Sekido was left with his thoughts; the need and desire clawed at him. Twisting his guts, digging their claws in his brain, pulling at his tongue, and scratching down his back. Warming his crotch and tugging at his robe. He got the taste of the feeling; now he wants it more. Taste of divine.

Human cities were packed, uncomfortable, and stuffy. The smell of sweat filled the air; tangled between it was perfume, from dull to bright, sweet to smoky. So much noise, everywhere. But he endured, his eyes locked on you as you walked. Stalking you in the crowd and blending in as a human was easy, but being among them was horrific.

Constantly bumping his shoulders, asking for pictures, reaching for his hair, and yelling at each other with no regard for anyone else. He brute forced his way through the crowd to stay on your tail. His footsteps were silent behind you as you walked home, passing street lights that he didn't dare step into. Staying cloaked in shadow out of sight.

It hadn't been long before you turned off most of the lights in your home; the scabs on your shoulder were already almost gone. You couldn't get him out of your head; he pulled at your heart as if you were in love. Maybe it was his face, maybe his voice, his presence. His eyes. As quickly as he appeared, he disappeared. Not a trace.

The appearance of demons was something of a lowkey thing, a very niche topic. You either believe it or you deny it. Or now there is a third option; experience it. You feel indifferent, but maybe you do, in fact, like him, maybe in a physical way. His short fuse isn't as charming as his voice. Then, just as you were heading to your bedroom, a knock from the front door broke your stride.

Demon knocking on your door. You peep through the hole and see him—more human though. You don't know why, but you open the door; you want him. You yearn for him. You want him to put you on the floor and crawl all over you; trace his fingers on your whole body. You know it's kind of wrong; you're torn, but the thought turns you on.

As soon as the door swings open, he isn't human; he is a demon. His fiery ruby eyes look down at you. He walks in and closes the door behind him, eyes still locked on you. He will swallow you whole; you feel it. Wasting no time, he grabs you and rushes to your bedroom. Instantly on top of you, his fangs dig into your shoulder once more.

Your back arches and hands grab onto his shoulders as if he were your lifeline. "You taste fucking divine." Addicted to the taste of you, he wants more. His lips suck at your neck, tongue pressing against your pulse. Hands wandering down your body, claws leaving light marks. The ripping of your shirt was followed by something yanking your bottoms off.

Tentacle-like appendages coiled around your ankles and pulled you closer to him. His skin was hot, and so was his breath on your neck. He wasted no time discarding his clothes. Your body felt so warm and needy; you wanted him so bad. Teeth sunk into your collarbone as his hands fondled your breasts. 

Clawed fingers toying with the fat and threatening to pierce your skin. Your thighs squished together at the familiar sticky wet feeling, and his attention shifted from your neck to your thighs. He began moving lower, nuzzling your stomach before looking down at your crotch. Pushing your thighs apart effortlessly as he growled made your chest tighten, and you feel like you're free falling through the sky.

It's becoming hard to think; your body jolts when he faceplants into your crotch. Prominent nose pushing against your clit before a hot tongue prods at your folds. You look down at him, face flushed and throat tight. "You upset that I kissed your bottom lips before your top lips?" He asks before he slaps your thigh. "Suck it up."

The slap didn't hurt that much; it stung in a way that made you excited. Every tilt of his head, every flick of his tongue, every nuzzle sent electric shocks up your spine. Your hips buck and your back arches to escape the almost painful pleasure, but he doesn't let you. Large hands holding down your hips and another light slap on your thigh. "Quit moving or I'll spear you."

His tongue pushed inside and pressed against your bumpy walls. You couldn't stop your whimpers and moans; you grabbed his horns. You wanted something to hold onto as his tongue did wonders. The pleasure made you almost float, your head so light, making it hard to think. All you could focus on was his tongue.

It was so warm in you, pressing against all the best spots. Some spots you couldn't reach, which made you see stars; it was so hard to think; not a single thought stayed before his tongue invaded your mind. A hot knot was on the verge of snapping before he angled his nose just right, tongue grazing over an oh-so-tender spot.

You came undone on him, thighs squishing his head, back arched, mind hot white, and mouth hung open in a whiny moan. Fuck, you tasted good. Sekido almost felt his own eyes roll back at the taste of your release. His cock was throbbing just as much as his head; in that moment, he wanted to be one with you.

He wanted body against body, so unbelievably close to you. If he were more ruthless, he'd eat you, tear your flesh, and swallow it. He moved his head away, licking up the arousal on his chin. One hand ran up your body while the other stroked his cock, beads of precum spilling out. The first thing you noticed was the length; it was way too long, and it would not all fit inside you.

Sekido leaned over you, hands on either side of your head, tentacles holding your legs up, his fiery rubies staring so deep into your eyes they were admiring your soul. "My name is Sekido; scream it." Then his hot tip slid into you. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, and your body tensed. 

He didn't stop for a moment, almost painfully stretching you, pushing further and further in. His cock was bumpy, rubbing against your sensitive soft walls. The room began filling with your moans and strained whimpers. The stretch is all you could focus on until his teeth found your cheek and he bit down.

Before you could flinch away, his hand cupped your face. Blood trickled down along with a few tears. Then a painful shock fired up your spine, and you tensed from pain. The demon tilted his head and looked down. He's hit your cervix, and he isn't even in all the way. "Tch, tiny humans." His hips rocked back slowly, letting you feel every bump.

Without any warning, he thrust back in, being mindful of your cervix, not wanting to hit it. Back arched and head thrown back, exposing your neck for him to nibble at. Little pricks and beads of blood form as his thrusts become rougher. Every thrust knocks the air out of your lungs, making you feel more lightheaded than before.

Your body wants to squirm, arch away from the potent stimulation that sets your nerves on fire, but his tentacles hold you in place, rubbing against you. They find your chest, squishing the soft lumps of fat, and prod at your nipples. The stimulation is so much you grab onto his thick hair and pull.

Teary human eyes look at his demonic ones, and he smiles. Thrusts become more aggressive and send you to cloud nine. His lips smash into yours, a kiss so passionate and fiery he busts your lip. Kissing you so hard that spit rolls down your chin, his tongue overpowers yours, and he bites at your lip.

You can't think anymore; you're so lightheaded. All you can focus on are those rubies. Your stomach flips as a clawed hand plays with your pearl, and all the nerves zap you right in the spine. His other hand keeps your head near his as he laps at the bloody drool on your lips. "I fucking hate humans, especially you; you taste too fucking good. Infuriating." 

His gaze is intense; you can't look at him. It makes you flustered beyond anything. The pace picks up; his thrusts are as fast as your heartbeat, you swear it. You can't hold it in anymore; you cry out. Your dull nails are scratching at his shoulders as he sucks on your neck. Everything he touches feels hot—your breasts, where his tentacles have coiled, his cock inside you, his tongue and breath.

"Sekido! Sekido!!" You scream out, his face in your neck as he licks up the blood. "You're fucking divine." Teeth on your ear, oh fuck, your vision is pinching. Dark circles bloom. It's too much; he's too deep; he's too good. You can only helplessly stare at the ceiling as he holds your head and rams your pussy.

That knot forms in your stomach again, but it feels bigger and more intense. Your legs are shaking, and the bumps on his cock are driving you insane. The knot is fraying after each thrust until you're falling off the edge and you scream out "SEKIDO!" Strong arms pull you into a tight embrace as something nearly piping hot fills your insides. 

The tentacles uncoil and let you curl up in the demon's arms. You're panting as if you just sprinted for an hour straight, head still in the clouds, and you have yet to come down from heaven. The demon sits with you on his lap, making sure to hold you up so he doesn't hurt your cervix. As you come down from your high, he is licking up any blood left from his bites or rough kisses.

Your bottom lip is swollen and busted, your eyes blurry and teary, and your body is sweating and hot. The room is spinning a little, your head tilting with it as you rest your head on the demon. He nuzzles your hair as he lifts you off his cock, which wetly flops down onto his thigh. You whimper softly as the warm, creamy liquid seeps out of you.

As you're catching your breath, you hear something under your bed. Your blood runs cold as you see a clawed hand grab the frame, and a head appears. You're about to scream before Sekido covers your mouth and bares his teeth at the identical to his figure. This one had green eyes and seemed much more upbeat than Sekido.

But more importantly, he was the monster under your bed.

[minty-bunni]

AU where the Fentons end up with Dan, all of Danny's clones, and a handful of AU Dannys and have to find a way to explain suddenly having so many kids that look like Danny with similar names WHILE avoiding making the GiW suspicious.

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Midnight Masquerade - Crosshair

Summary: The bottle chooses your partner, and it lands on Crosshair.

Chapter Warnings: minors DNI; vampire!Crosshair x f!reader. kinks: mind control + marking/biting. spitting, feeding, blood, consent is gained though it's a little fuzzy, praise, oral (m receiving), PiV sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it); if I missed anything, please let me know!

Word Count: 2.6k

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...Crosshair.

A round of wolf-whistles rises from the rest of the table (quite literally, in Hunter’s case). Your gaze snaps to Crosshair. His eyes, shining blood red in the strobing lights of the party, meet yours without hesitation. A slow, smug smirk tugs his lips over his teeth. Pointed canines gleam. Core clenching in a mix of anxiety and excitement, you swallow involuntarily. For a moment, you forget where you are, entranced by the ruby color of his eyes, vision tunneling so that all you can see is him. 

The moment passes. Tech appraises both you and Crosshair. “Please do take note of any physiological differences or changes during this proce—hmph—” 

Crosshair shoves his slim hand in his brother’s face, effectively shutting him up and providing leverage to climb out of the confines of the table. You rise on shaky legs. Crosshair moves to your side; he’s not as broad as his batchmates, but you still feel dwarfed by his presence, the pallid tint his skin has taken on, the sunken circles around his eyes, the faint scars on his neck that remind you what he’s transformed into. Even his clothing, a plain, high-collared black cape and simple button-down, sets your blood into a frenzy. When his hand comes to rest on the small of your back, you shudder. 

Peering at you with hooded eyes, Crosshair quirks one eyebrow. “Well, doll?”

“Let’s find somewhere more...private,” you say. Your heart is in your throat, choking your words, but you’re not scared so much as you are exhilarated. 

Crosshair’s grip curves around your waist and tugs you firmly against his side. The appreciative look he gives you reassures you; from the few times you’ve interacted, there’s always been an unspoken magnetism that draws you to him. His silent, stoic facade and piercing gaze haunt your dreams on occasion. 

The crowd of troopers and nat-born partiers alike parts before the two of you as Crosshair guides you, towards a doorway at the back you hadn’t noticed before. In your periphery, you catch the looks some of the troopers share, the dubious expressions on their faces, but the pulse and thrum of the music drowns out any comments they mutter. All that matters is the way that Cross’s fingers dig into your side, the angry glare he levels at anyone who gets too close to you.

It makes you feel wanted. Desired. You walk with your back a little straighter. 

At the back of the large building, the single doorway leads to a hallway that itself branches into tributary halls and connected rooms. Straight ahead, a set of stairs leads up to another level.

“You got a safe word?” Cross asks, voice silky and low, as the door shuts behind the two of you.

Nodding, you meet his gaze again with a daring smile, lifting your chin to expose your neck more than you normally would. His eyes flicker down from yours to trace the column of your throat, before returning to your face. In the low light, his red eyes gleam. Your breath grows shallower.

“Meiloorun,” you finally say. 

“Good,” he hums. Tugging you forward once more, he leads you down a series of twisting hallways that leave you disoriented and confused. The longer you walk, the more you yearn for him to slide his hand down to your ass, or to push you against the wall and take you there, or even to just sink his fangs into you and—

“You have loud thoughts, dollface. Patience.” 

Startled, you peer up at him with wide eyes. “Can you read my mind?”

Drawing you to a halt, he glances into the nearest chamber and seems to come to a decision. Pushing you gently, he guides you into the room. A light, dim and soft yellow, blooms to life from a lamp in the corner, revealing—a bed? In the center of the room, a massive bed with plush pillows awaits, and hanging along one wall are a myriad of tools, toys, and implements. Your body flushes with heat at the sight.

Crosshair slips his arm from around you. “I can hear vague impressions of what you’re thinking,” he finally answers.

“Oh.” You hesitate in the midst of the room as he shuts the door behind you. “So, uh, are you good with this?” 

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”

“Right,” you say, “yeah. Just asking.”

He hums, wrapping his arms around you from behind, caging you in place, as he dips his head to breathe in your scent. Nose skimming over your skin, he inhales deeply. The groan he lets out rumbles against your back. Goosebumps skitter down your skin.

“You think too much,” he grumbles, then presses a chaste, close-mouthed kiss to the spot where your neck and shoulder meet. “Let me help with that.” 

“H-How?” you breathe out, nerves coming alive in reaction to him. Kriff, he’s barely touched you, and you’re already so sensitive, so open, so curious.

His hands guide you to turn around in his embrace. Snaking your arms up around his shoulders, you fiddle with the short, silvery locks at the nape of his neck. Slowly, you raise your gaze from his chest, where silver hair peeks through the unbuttoned top of his shirt, to the strong column of his throat, to his pouting mouth, to his crimson eyes. Again, peering into him, you lose awareness, just for a moment, of the room around you.

He runs his tongue over his fangs and grins, predatory and feral. “Just let go, doll. I’ll take care of the rest.”

You glance at his mouth, biting at your own lips, heart stuttering. “Kiss me first.” 

Grip tightening around your body, he captures your lips in a bruising kiss. You moan, unashamed and loud, against him. His mouth is rough, demanding; his sharp teeth catch at your bottom lip, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to remind you of why you’re here. Heat pulses through you. 

When he pulls back, his eyes darken, lips parted and swollen. Your chest heaves. Fingers tightening in his hair, you chase his mouth, but he just chuckles and steps out of your embrace.

“Undress,” he says, peering into your eyes. “Then wait by the bed.” 

A warm tingling sensation spills down your spine as his eyes seem to glow crimson. The weight of your thoughts seems to lift, ever so slightly. With a shiver, all you can do is nod, filled with the urge to comply. 

Stepping out of your shoes, you tug off your clothing as quickly as you can, discarding the offending garments haphazardly, uncaring where they go. In the chilled air of the room, your nipples pebble. The thought occurs to you to touch them, let Crosshair see you play with yourself—a thought that is immediately dashed. That hadn’t been part of the orders.

You wrench your attention back to the current moment as you position yourself by the side of the bed as told. Against the far wall, Crosshair leans, fingers absentmindedly caressing the worn grip of a flogger, an amused smile playing across his face as he watches you.

“Good,” he says, and a flush of pride skitters through you. “Kneel.”

Even across the room, the weight of his chromatic gaze presses on you, and you again succumb to the warm, floating feeling as you drop to your knees. You rest your palms on your thighs. Crosshair approaches, toys left behind on the wall, and you crane your head back to maintain eye contact. One hand, long and cool and tender, caresses your face, thumb swiping over your bottom lip. 

You lick his thumb, enticing him to touch you more, feel you deeper. 

“Behave.” 

The command washes over you and settles into your bones. The longer you stare into his eyes, the lighter you become, until all you’re aware of is the cold press of duracrete against your knees, the feel of his skin against yours, and those red, red eyes.

“That’s it,” he praises. “Open your mouth.” 

You anticipate the words before they leave his lips and your jaw is open halfway through his statement, tongue sticking over your bottom teeth. It’s like you can feel what he desires of you before he expresses it aloud; the pleased expression that curls over his face makes you happy. You’re doing so well for him.

Crosshair leans over you, still fully clothed, and while normally you’d be concerned with freeing his cock from his pants, right now all you’re worried about is making sure you follow orders. Keeping your mouth open, your eyes never leave his. 

He spits in your waiting mouth. “Swallow that.”

You do as told, thighs clenching together as you become aware of another thing: the slick coating of arousal dripping down your legs. 

“Crosshair,” you whine, breathless. 

“Patience,” he chides again. His hands move to undo his pants; you blink and his cock is fully free, swollen and flushed and drooping in front of your face. “Remember your safe word, pretty thing?” 

It takes you a moment, sifting through hazy thoughts and muddled memories, but it comes back to you. “Meiloorun.” 

“Good girl.”

This time, he doesn’t even have to voice what he wants from you. Once you drop your mouth open again, he slips the flushed tip of his cock past your lips. You hollow your cheeks, sucking on his leaking head, humming in contentment at his taste. Cross watches you with hooded lids, a flush blotching his neck and face. Stars, he looks good like this. You bob your head, fighting off your gag when he touches the back of your throat. 

“Kriff,” he grits out. 

You repeat the motion. The only sound you’re aware of is the wet suck of your lips wrapped tight around his length, and it only makes the wetness between your thighs grow worse. Whining, you sense the order Crosshair wants to give: stay still and let me fuck your face. 

So you do. Cross’s hands come to rest on your jaw, cradling your head gently, and you breathe deep and even through your nose as he pushes his hips forward. Gagging, your vision blurs with tears as he holds you on his cock—and when he releases, you sputter, coughing. 

“Filthy little thing,” he says, but the undertone of his voice is laced with praise. You flutter your eyelashes up at him, thick with tears. 

For a moment, the two of you remain like that, a string of spit connecting you to his dick. His chest heaves, straining against the buttons of his shirt. Your eyes flicker away from his ruby gaze long enough to soak in the sight of his bulging muscles; his fingers on your jaw angle your face back up. 

“On the bed,” he murmurs.

You rise to your feet and perch your ass on the side of the bed, your slick and aching cunt at the perfect level for him to sink into without any angling. Eyes on his, you sense what he wants—what he needs. You trail two fingers through your sopping folds to gather some of your juices. Spreading your arousal over his hard length, you whimper at the velvety feel of him in your hand.

“Such a good pet,” he croons.

He grips at your hips, yanking you forward so you’re supporting yourself by your elbows, entire body hanging off the bed. His jaw tightens as he rubs his cockhead through your folds, rutting into you, the tip catching at your entrance. You both moan. 

And then he’s pushing into you, or maybe he’s pulling you onto him, but either way all you can feel is his thick length spearing you, deeper than you’ve ever had another partner before. His balls rest heavy against your ass as he holds you still, his fingers likely leaving bruises where he holds your hips. Your cunt flutters around him. 

Another of his thoughts begins to form, and you sense it over your connection to him. Immediately you convulse, desire and pleasure rocketing through you. 

“Yes, please, Crosshair, mark me,” you beg. “Show everyone who I belong to. Fucking bite me.”

Face contorting into a snarl, he snaps his hips against yours. His cock sliding nearly all the way out of you before he impales you once again, you let your head fall back, moans clawing out of your throat with every thrust. Stars, he’s so deep, reaching parts of you that you only ever dreamed of, and it makes your entire body light up with pleasure.

He continues to fuck you as his arms slip around your body, pulling you flush to him, supporting your entire body weight.

And then his mouth is on your skin. He sucks a trail of hickeys across your chest, lavishes your nipples with licks and love bites, skims his fangs over your hot, sensitive buds. You pant. Snagging his hair in one hand, you gently guide his head up to your neck, your actions an extension of the burning desire coursing through you both. 

“Please,” you whimper, “please please please feed on me.”

“Kriff, girl,” he groans into you. 

There’s a split second of overwhelming pain when his fangs sink into you—but it is immediately dispersed by a rush of pleasure so blinding that you think you cum. You can’t tell. Your mind is too far gone to fully process anything but the fact that his cock is driving into that one devastating spot inside you and that his lips are latched around the double-puncture wound in your neck as he suckles from your life-force. His thumb finds your clit and rubs it in precise, tight circles. Sobbing from pleasure and overstimulation, you cum again around him, body locked up as he fucks you through it.

“That’s it, just like that,” he praises, sounding absolutely wrecked, tongue smoothing over the bite mark on your neck. “K-Kark, gonna—”

“Please!” It’s the only word you’re capable of. “Please, please.”

He lifts his head, eyes finding yours once more, as he thrusts once, twice, thrice more before stilling, cock buried as deep in your cunt as he can get. As his length throbs in your soaked pussy, you can’t help the ragged whimper that tears from your chest at the sensation, nearly tipping you over the edge yet again.

Slowly you become aware of your surroundings again. Against your back is a plush, soft surface: the bed. Crosshair’s voice, still silky and raspy, but lacking the previous hard edge, caresses your ears. “Did so good, doll. Come back down to me.”

Blinking, you loll your head to the side. Lying next to you, Crosshair gives you the barest hint of a smile, expression softer than you’ve ever seen him. His eyes have returned to their usual amber smolder, his skin devoid of the pallid, waxy hue. His fingers brush your cheek. 

“I hurt you.” 

He doesn’t phrase it as a question. You reach with weak fingers to poke the sore wound at the base of your neck, wincing slightly but chuckling nonetheless. “I wanted it. It felt amazing.”

Settling his hand in the center of your chest, the two of you bask in the pleasant silence, studying one another. Faintly, music reaches your ears—the party is still going, and you can return when you’re ready. Crosshair slowly recomposes his expression into the neutral scowl you’re so familiar with.

“What happened, fully?” you finally ask. 

“Mind control,” he says. “Sent you into a trance. Tried to, at least. Got carried away.” 

His eyes drop to your bare body and you follow his gaze. A gasp escapes you. Oh, that’s so many more hickeys and marks than you expected. You’d been lost in the heady pleasure, the cloudlike feeling of drifting and only being tethered to the real world by his cock.

The thought makes you giggle; once you start laughing, you find it hard to stop. After a moment, Crosshair joins, his low rumbling laugh echoing with yours. You’ll get back to the party eventually. For now, you just enjoy the comfy bed and good company.

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[ledoodlestuff]

An old pizza tower AU art I made 1 year ago

[spiderh0rse]

whoops short fic in the tag

Fool hit the bed of flowers hard, as always. Not the best part of being down here, he'll be honest. A parrot lands in front of him and kicks his hand.

"Doovid," Fool greets. "Did you pick up a parrot while I was gone?"

"Fool! You're back!"

---

Doovid didn't have much news about the state of the Kingdom, just something about a gradually developing rivalry with Leon, as the conflicting airline and boat transit fought for customers. Doovid was fairly sure it was friendly, but Fool elects to not use the airline, anyways. Leon's been around all seven times Fool's fallen, and he's not going to get on his bad side now.

He walks through the snowy forest instead. Ruby and Viking catch him in the act, as they are prone to do.

"Trog's probably seen you by now," Ruby tells him.

"Did they finally get local omniscience, or..."

Viking laughs at him. "Nah, they're the lead scientist now. Avid had to step down."

"Really, now?"

"Yeah, he kind of got his SOUL split in two? We're not too sure where the other half of him is. There's been search parties, though!"

Viking's new outfit is apparently just as new as it looks. Or maybe newer. It was an anniversary gift from Avid, and he hasn't taken it off since, which explains the three weeks worth of cat hair.

Asking after what else is new yields a lot. M1g's dead, but there was a massive cloning project at some point, trying to see if they could artificially create more human souls via hybrid nonsense, and of all the attempts, M1g took best.

There's a single clone each of Ruby (Rue is apparently NOT made of gems. There was also an incident regarding Vintage, but that's smoothed out.), Milkman (who Ruby and Viking both refuse to spoil some kind of surprise about), and Trog. Then there's apparently been hundreds of M1gs. Not all of them lived long, but the ones that did passed around the stories of the original, so there's a good chance they'll know some things about Fool.

"Don't tell Vintage," Ruby says with a wink, "but she's lived a lot longer than most would expect from her species of tree."

---

About as soon as he sets foot in the marsh, Josh pops up from the ground.

"I was wondering where you went."

"My patch at the jungle wasn't doing too hot. Here's more comfortable anyways."

Fool looks around the damp cavern, then back to the mushroom man in front of him. "I'd imagine so."

---

He does stumble across the witches, eventually. Tea catches him having issues with the mud and simply picks him up and moves him out. The mud slides right off her leaves. Their houses are as nice as ever, and have started to grow that soft glowing lichen that pervades the place.

Marmalade sloshes her way out of some crypt-like structure in the ground, her mud all over the ground behind her, gradually creeping back towards her. The fish in her kelp flit about.

It's not surprising that these two have lasted centuries, frankly. He doesn't know the particulars of what they do, but it's powerful stuff. Marmalade exposits briefly on the both of them searching for Avid's missing half. It's not really their business, but they think he'd like it.

---

Milkman grins as he runs across the lobby of the apartment building/hotel, which is a fascinating sight, considering he did not have legs the last time Fool saw him. Or arms, he reflects, as they greet each other with a firm hug.

"So you're a robot, now?"

"Kinda. I managed to talk a couple folks into building me something with limbs, and in I went!"

Fool nods. "I hope you don't mind my asking, but-"

"Not yet, no," Milkman sighs. "I'm still trying to get the moustache perfect."

"You'll get it soon," Fool promises.

"Oh, sure, but you'd better be around to see it happen!"

"I'm planning on an in and out, frankly. It should be my last time down here, unless one of my older SOULs broke."

"No, no. You're right. Come back quick, though."

"As soon as I can. Maybe sixteen, if I'm lucky."

"You're lucky that half of us down here cheat death in some way."

"Don't I know it."

---

The Barrier breaks later that day. The Underground emerges into the Surface, for the most part. Josh and Leon take a bit to uproot themselves (literally or via business.)

Sure enough, Fool arrives at their new town at the base of the mountain, freshly eighteen for the eighth time.

[cloned-eyes]

sphinx!Tech cuz yeah he smart and likes to Judge People with less Intellect aka everyone except him

echo

[eclec-tech]

"Tambor's Monster"

Once a mindless killer, Echo attempts to live out the rest of his unnatural existence in solitude. But your appearance in the woods one fateful morning gives him reason to hope for more.

Based on this exquisite art by @cloned-eyes.

Oh, but your scream! To hear the voice of another after so long was like music! Naturally, you ran. How could you not? I am a man made up of several men—stitched and stapled, bolted and riveted—my skin no warmer in hue than the lichen on the trees. My mind wandered. What would your voice have sounded like had you spoken a gentle word in Basic rather than a scream of revulsion? How would my name sound on your lips, tenderly uttered in friendship? No. Such things are all but forbidden to me now.

I was lucky to have received the gift of a scream.  

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