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mal-likes-biscuits · 6 years ago

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*A crackle of magic and a puff of smoke, a letter drops onto the floor of the Library. Some sort of...fluff, is scattered everywhere. The penmanship is scratchy, and a little hard to read.* Greetings, inter-dimensional double. I have been made aware that I am not the only one of myself fallen to Sanctuary, and I request some advice: How does one not resort to fratricide and kill their infinitely annoying brethren? Asking for a friend. - Signed, Malthael.

[@fluffy-angels]

Malthael tentatively raises the parchment to eye level, suspended on each corner between pinched fingers–

–Tilts his head, and, stares. For an exceptionally long, lingering moment. Until he determines he has not misread the letter. Nor is he seemingly suffering from a lapse of his faculties.

He has questions.

A plethora.

But, well. Those will not be answered unless he manages to respond to the unexpected query.

(Still. Feathers? Down? He captures some of the fluff between his fingers, marveling at its silken, almost dimensionless feel.)

Greetings, in return. If you are indeed myself, then you will understand if I disregard with further pleasantries. Answering your question may prove difficult, owing to the already-apparent differences between us.

His raises an eyebrow at the handwriting. The loops certainly bear similarities to his own–if his writing were imitated by handing a quill to a chicken and letting it scribble about the page.

He glances at the fluff again, even more certain now that it is feathers. Strange.

However, I will try and provide advice. Yes, our siblings can be tiring. This has always been the case, and is to be expected from beings crafted from markedly different Aspects.

Since you claim you have Fallen, I assume you are mortal? Or, in a similar state. Your brethren, as well. Still, do not assume they are now malleable due to their…absence of immortality.

Frowning, he taps the quill against the parchment. Trying to predict potential future questions from himself is more difficult than he anticipated.

You cannot change them. Angels are static, permanent beings. Mortals, though capable of adaptation, are also governed by certain base drives and personalities.

What I have found useful is to consider my own feelings, and to take steps to ensure I am in a frame of mind conducive to managing their rather persistent idiocy. Are you angry about something specific? Often when I am short of temper, it is because I am preoccupied attempting to sort my own difficulties. Determining that, and taking steps to solve any internal problems, sometimes helps.

Requesting moments alone is also beneficial. As are sense-distractions. A warm cup of tea? Perhaps a book. Choose a distant ridge and climb it. And if you have not tried already, a hot bath. Water to the nose. It is not the Pools, but it is close enough to provide the same peaceful contemplation.

What Malthael really wishes to know is what his other-brethren have done to irritate him so completely. Perhaps he will find that out in the future. In the meantime, an amusing thought comes to mind, and he quickly jots it down before common-sense overtakes him. Hopefully this other-Malthael has the same sordid sense of humor.

Though, if things become quite unreasonable, and you accidentally indulge in murder, I suggest blaming Lyndon. Things of that sort are usually his fault, anyway.

#ask replies #my asks #ask malthael #i am not actually sure if this advice is going to help or make the situation worse pbbbbft #he always could just blame lyndon #Mal-pals

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turnabouttoothbrush · 7 years ago

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Reckoning, Chapter Three

Today’s sporkers: Kiri and Chill.

(We open in our sporking theater, and--)

Kiri: -just saying, forget about all that stuff Hawksky and Silverpelt where whining about the other day. What we really need to do is clean our room.

Chill: I know! We’ve had clean laundry just lying on the floor all week, waiting to be put away!

Kiri: And yet instead of doing that, we’re sporking.

Chill: So let’s just sort it and put it away as soon as this is posted!

Kiri: ...Chill, MSTs get posted the day after they’re written.

Chill: Yes, exactly.

Kiri: *sigh*

Last chapter:

"I'm sorry, Axel," I said, finally adverting my gaze, "but I can't be with you," because I can't choose who I'm with; all I ever have been and ever will be is somebody's fuck toy. "It'd be better if you forgot about me."

I knew I was on the verge of tears as I pushed him away from me and went back to the man I hated.

Kiri: This is annoying, too. We do happen to have greater memory retention than a goldfish, author...

"Where's Xaldin?" Vexen asked as soon as I'd returned.

"Still at the bathroom," I said quietly, sitting next to him.

"Don't lie to me Roxas," he whispered fiercely in my ear, gripping my wrist possessively.

"I'm not," I insisted, "he was waiting for me outside the door, when I came out, he was knocked out."

Chill: Lying on a technicality is my favorite kind of lying.

Kiri: The fic really expects me to buy that Roxas is afraid of Vexen when he pulls this kind of shit?

"Roxas," Vexen said warningly, gripping my wrist harder, making me wince.

"Yo, Vexen," came Axel's voice, making everyone at the table, including me look at the red-head. Axel had Xaldin over his shoulder

Chill: *tries to imagine that* Um...

Kiri: Needless to say the logistics involved are baffling.

Chill: I just want our readers to know that we were warned about this.

Kiri: That conversation also provided the perfect way to sum up our reaction to this fic...

and dropped him roughly on the floor next to our table. "Next time you want to keep something away from me, protect it better." I felt myself shaking. Vexen knew, Vexen knew, that's all I could think. "Seeya around Roxas," Axel said smiling at me before turning to leave.

And Axel'd just made it ten times worse.

Kiri: Okay cool but why didn’t you tell Axel that Vexen was gonna kill you if he did this sort of thing

Chill: Because no one in this fic has a brain? Duh.

Vexen didn't bring up Axel for the rest of the meal, allowing me to eat in silence while he talked business with the other men at the table. He even seemed to forget about Axel, whom I noticed was staring at me every once in a while,

Kiri: Creep.

but I'd quickly look away from him. Vexen was even in a surprisingly good mood as he walked me to the car. As soon as we were on our way home though, all hell broke loose.

"What the hell was that about at the restaurant? Didn't I tell you not to look at Axel?" Vexen asked as I looked away. "Did you talk to him?" Vexen demanded. I could tell that he was furious and had probably been holding it in for a while, but I stayed silent. "Answer me Roxas," he said, raising his voice. I remained mute and got slapped just as hard as before as a result. I really didn't know what to say; yes, I'd talked to him, but what would Vexen do to me if I told him that?

Chill: You really don’t think he wouldn’t- wait, hang on.

"Fine, I'm assuming you did," Vexen said, sneering.

Chill: There we go.

Kiri: We’ve read this fic before.

Chill: Yeah but most of it is pretty forgettable. Anyway, if Roxas hadn’t looked at and/or spoken to Axel, what reason would he have to stay silent? Why the hell didn’t he lie?

Kiri: To quote you three minutes ago: “No one in this fic has a brain. Duh.”

"What will you do?" I asked almost inaudibly, it was so quiet. I was terrified and it was probably too late to say that I hadn't now. Besides, he'd seen me look at Axel.

Vexen smirked at me evilly before turning to look at Xaldin who'd finally recovered. He lowered his voice as he talked to the raven-hair, so I had to strain to hear what they were saying. "Xaldin, want a chance to redeem yourself?" is all I heard.

Kiri:

Chill: No. Don’t bring that back.

Kiri: We’ll see what the author has to say about it.

I had a bad feeling that I wasn't going to like what Vexen was going to do to me.

Chill: That stupid Liquid joke is still going, too. We literally had an unironic conversation with one of our fans the other day about Liquid Snake having a cuckoldry kink.

Kiri: To be fair, in the context of the fic they were commenting on, it made sense.

Chill: Please stop writing things that require us to use “NTR” as a tag...

When got out of the car, Xaldin made his way around to my door and grabbed me from the back seat, dragging me inside. I'm sure Vexen would've liked to, but he seemed to have something planned and needed Xaldin to do this.

Xaldin started to force me toward that room from before, the one I'd been raped in.

Kiri: Anyway, I’ll be honest, I really don’t remember what happened in this part. For all I know the forced cucking actually did happen.

Chill:

Vexen was close behind and I had a good idea as to what he was going to do so I started to kick and scream bloody murder. I did not want that man to touch me again; to come inside of me. No matter how much I struggled though, it was futile. Xaldin was double my size after all.

Chill: And was still somehow shouldered by Axel...

I saw Xaldin hand Vexen something, after my top was removed and I was cuffed to the head board before being left alone with Vexen.

Kiri: Oh, boo.

Chill: Did Xaldin even, like... do anything?

Vexen tsked at me as he approached, making me tense. "When are you going to learn Roxas? Being defiant won't bring you anything but grief," he said, switching the object Xaldin had given him from his left hand to his right. I knew my eyes widened when I saw that it was a knife.

Chill: Oh, so he handed him a knife. I stand corrected.

Kiri: How is that “redeeming himself”?

I tried to struggle as he approached the bed but he ended up straddling me, sitting on my legs so I couldn't move. "Roxas this is your only chance," he warned as I felt cold metal press against my skin. "Tell me what Axel said. I'd hate to scar you," he said, smirking, "badly anyway."

I cried out when I felt a sharp pain cut across my upper left arm and nearly lost my dinner when Vexen bent toward me and slowly licked the wound, acting like my blood was the best thing he'd ever tasted. I looked at Vexen, as he sat up again, wondering where he'd cut me next if I refused to speak. When he moved the knife to my face and was just about to break the skin, I panicked and spoke.

Chill: Pbbbbft. Weak.

"He asked me out," I whispered, frightened, trying not to shake. Vexen stopped, staring at me.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked. It was hard to tell what he was thinking.

"I knew you'd be mad," I said trembling because I still felt the knife against my skin. Vexen knew how to cut so it would hurt badly. He'd probably scar my face or something just to make sure I'd learn not to talk to Axel or anyone else ever again.

"What did you say?" he asked, raising the knife slightly. He acted like he was ready to cut me but seemed to be considering my responses as well...

Kiri: Author, can you please just make him do something villainous besides being rude and rape-as-drama and get it over with?

Chill: Oh, no, we can’t have Roxas having any kind of disfigurements! He’s the pretty, waifish uke, remember~?

I looked away. "I rejected him," I said. I stared at Vexen when he unexpectedly threw the knife to the side, smirking again and looking creepy as ever.

"Good boy," he said, fisting my hair,

Chill: Hope he remembered to lube up first. *rimshot*

Kiri: Ch-Chill!!

making me cry out again, and kissing me possessively. I tried to move my head to the side, tried to get away but couldn't move at all. All I could do was move my arms, which was now painful because Vexen'd cut me and the cuffs chafed against my wrists, and kick my legs, which was useless, so he continued to invade my mouth.

"S-stop," I pleaded when he broke away, kissing my neck lightly. I was going to cry again soon, I could feel it.

"Why would I do that, Roxas?" Vexen asked,

Kiri: Because Stockholm syndrome sets in easier when you show mercy once in a while.

Chill: Are you, like, speaking from experience here or something?

Kiri: How do you think Hawksky came to be my ‘mother’?

moving away only for a second when he got off of my legs and immediately removed my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. I started to kick my legs frantically in an attempt to make him stop. He took off the rest of my clothes anyway.

"Please, stop," I begged, again and again, feeling the tears start to stream again as he touched my body, as his lips pressed against my naval while he held me down.

Vexen looked up at me smiling as if he were deaf to my pleading. "You look so beautiful when you cry, Roxas," he said, "I love it," before turning his attention to my now exposed lower half. I looked away, I knew I was going to be sick if I didn't, and started to cry harder and take shaky breaths as well when he touched me there.

Chill: Yes, but could he replicate it on a doll to show the court?

I felt his fingers slip inside me. That's when I started to scream again. I knew what was coming next.

Vexen undid his pants, letting them fall to his knees as he raised my legs, so he could fuck me. I continued to beg for him to stop, but like last time, he just ignored me and forced his way into my body

Kiri: I guess there’s no point in complaining about lube during a rape scene...

Chill: Hey, it’d hurt for him, too.

Kiri: At least we got preparation.

as I screamed louder and tugged against the handcuffs as he slammed into me.

By the time he was done, my wrists as well as my arm, were bleeding.

Chill: Speaking as someone who isn’t already emotionally attached to Roxas: Wow, too bad the author hasn’t gone to any effort to make us like Roxas. I’d almost feel bad for him.

Kiri: That’s a problem with a lot of fanfiction, Chill... since the audience is already invested in the characters, there’s no reason to foster any kind of connection. (See also: MGS4, most cash-in sequels, and to a certain extent Harry Potter and the Cursed Child.)

Chill: Oh, that’s just an excuse and you know it. A good fanfic can stand pretty much on its own to people who aren’t terribly familiar with the series, or who don’t particularly have the main character(s) as their favorites.

Kiri: Kind of think you’re biased in saying that, Chill... at this point, our ‘specialty’ when it comes to fic seems to be taking obscure characters with no canon personalities and making our readers fall in love with them...

Chill: We are going to have so many people mad at us by the end of Feet Upon the Ground.

I barely saw Vexen anymore by the time he stopped hours later.

Chill: Sex makes him invisible?

Kiri: I think Roxas is just crying.

He pulled up his pants, and partially covered me with a blanket before he left. I was still chained to the bed when Vexen picked up the knife and left. He left me like that for the rest of the day and the day after that,

Kiri: I hate to be the one to bring it up, but what about... bathroom... needs...

Chill: Vexen is into that. Nothing gets him randier than urine-steeped 🅱️oipu$$y and crap-smeared sheets.

Kiri: And that’s why I hated to bring it up... (🅱️oipu$$y? How did she even pronounce that?)

often coming back to rape me again. I'll never forget how happy he'd look after he left after he finished raping me each time. It was sickening.

"Roxas?" Vexen asked on one such occasion, kissing my collarbone gently then biting me there; I'm sure I had plenty of bite marks on me by now. I shivered slightly and bit back a moan when he bit my neck. I really hated myself for not being able to stop from enjoying it at least a little bit when he touched me. It made me feel sick. Or maybe that was just the hunger.

Kiri: How the hell is that possibly mixed up with hunger?

I hadn't eaten for nearly two days at least..

I waited for him to speak again, unsure if I'd be able to use my voice even if I tried anymore. I was afraid I'd rendered it useless from screaming so much and really wished I was on something, at least when I was on drugs, being raped wasn't so bad.

"I had your dad bring some more of your clothes here," Vexen continued, like I'd assumed he would. It's not like he cared about what I'd have to say anyway if I did speak… Not like Axel had.

Chill: You literally had one conversation with him.

Kiri: But it was a two-sided conversation! Apparently that’s significant.

How many days had it been since I'd met the red-head? I wasn't even sure anymore. Two? Three? More? "Do you want to shower so we can go out again?" he whispered in my ear, "I'm sure you're hungry."

Chill: Just bring him some take-out and make him eat in bed. Hand feed him, even.

Kiri: Chill, we want the author to advance the plot. It gets the fic done faster.

Chill: There’s a plot? I thought it was just Roxas suffering.

I nodded, still not looking at him, thinking about Axel more. Would I ever see him again?

Chill: This is an AkuRoku fic. I’d be more surprised if you didn’t see him again.

Vexen left me alone as I showered, surprisingly.

Chill: Quick, try to escape!

Kiri: You know, I really don’t buy that Roxas would never attempt to escape from Vexen when the first chapter plainly established he had attempted escape from Lexaeus. He isn’t supposed to be so worn down and resigned to his fate that fleeing doesn’t occur to him. He’s supposed to be, I don’t know... spunky?

Chill: Competent?

I winced when the water ran along my wrists and arm, though it felt really good to finally be rid of those handcuffs and to be under warm water, I didn't even bother washing myself off properly. I just sat under the hot water for about an hour, knees pressed to my chest, crying uncontrollably; something I hadn't done since I'd arrived at this hell-hole.

I took my time getting ready, not sure why I was bothering. If I looked nice, Vexen'd probably just rape me again sooner. Either way though I was going to get raped, so it's not like it mattered.

Ironically enough, Vexen had picked out one of my favorite outfits; grey pants, a black undershirt that zipped up, and a white collared shirt to go over that with some red and a checkered pattern on it. Dad had even brought a checkered and a black wrist band and my white and black rings. I was thankful for having the wristbands and used both to hide how cut up my wrists were.

After putting on my shoes, I went out to where Vexen was waiting for me. I really didn't want to enrage him again.

Kiri: Was there a point to this scene? Besides “Roxas cries and oh btw here’s what his outfit looks like.” Why do badfic authors describe clothes like they’re reporting someone missing?

We ended up going somewhere simpler this time; McDonalds.

Chill: *starts laughing until she wheezes*

Kiri: *gapes* This chapter started in a high-class restaurant and will end in a McDonald’s?

Chill: Just what was that high-class restaurant, huh?! Olive Garden!?

Kiri: Chili’s? Applebee’s?

Chill: Waffle House!?

On the way there, Vexen kept complimenting me, but this time didn't try to touch me, other than when he put a hand on my knee. I guess he was going to wait until later this time. I could tell by the look on his face that he was already thinking about it... Pervert.

Vexen grasped my wrist when we got out of the car, making me wince. He didn't seem to notice and kept walking, leading me inside.

This time, I was allowed to order my own food, doing so when we reached the counter,

Kiri: *as Roxas* Yeah, can I get a uhhhhhh number two with a side of please for the love of God call the cops?

and to pick out a table when we all had our food. We being Vexen, Xaldin, some guy with blue hair named Saix

Kiri: Because fuck diaereses.

and me. Saix had driven this time.

I ended up choosing a table by a window, glancing out often as I ate. I'd never gotten to see the outside world much.. When I was nearly finished though, I noticed that my wrist was bleeding. Fortunately it was the one with the black wrist band, so if it stained, it wouldn't be noticable. Xaldin noticed it at about the same time I did and insisted on taking me to the restroom to take care of it. I was a little confused when he smiled at me right before I went inside and he leaned against a wall. This seemed familiar, I thought, minus the smile from Xaldin, walking into the bathroom. All that was really missing was…

Chill: Well, this is clumsy.

Kiri: It’s 2008.

"Axel," I whispered, freezing as the door closed behind me, and I stared straight into Axel's striking green eyes.

Kiri: Reminder: Roxas is a teenager, Axel is an adult, Axel thus far doesn’t know that Roxas is a sex slave - just that Roxas made him agree to not interact with him again if he rejected him, which he did.

Chill: Poor Axel. Just feels the irresistible pull of the fic’s stated pairings.

Kiri: Seriously, this is not acceptable behavior.

Chill: Yeah, but does the author care?

Kiri: No. Do they care about anything that goes into making a good piece of writing?

Chill: Certainly not.

Kiri: There we go then. But seriously though, McDonald’s...? Not the most romantic location in the world...

Chill: A McDonald’s bathroom, natch. But not much better than a Waffle House bathroom.

Kiri: Maybe they can both stumble on a used heroin needle and accidentally contract HIV together.

Chill: Now that’s romance.

To be continued!

#sporking #kiri #chill #rape warning

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