#so i shut my mouf

[54bpm]

I made Bettel a funny asset and it even ended up on stream. Crazy.

[ccuniculusmolestus]

Bunnys a better person than me because if I knew two people were incesting I woulda told EVERYONE they knew their aunt their uncle their grandma and their grandpa and also A TRUSTED ADULT, because

A) i love gossip

B) ITS INCEST?????????????????????????????

C) if I got excluded from a group bonding session where we killed a man i would NOT let ANYONE off the hook

D) INCEST??????????

[sapphirewolf100]

Guess who ✨lost their voice ✨

[b1mbodoll]

OMG WHO ELSE CHEERED!!! finally tumblr has stopped being a meanie and now we can kiss 🙂‍↕️

anyways ys i see ur vision and i need to be wearing my littlest skirt and prancing around in front of hee NEOW.

love, 🔗

YES GOD!!!!!!!!!!! kissing u on the mouf as we SPEAK, baby <3

do Not get around lee heeseung in ur itty bitty skirt as a big girl!!!!!! he absolutely Will get on his knees n look up at you with his big bambi eyes, running his hands along your thighs before askin, “d’you wanna sit on my face, angel?”

and he Knows what he’s doing too. knows you can’t resist how pretty he looks when you’ve drenched his face with cum or how his abs tighten the longer he refrains from catching his breath, too busy making out with his sweet doll’s cunt to pull away. and it always works, seconds after asking you, he takes your hands n pulls you into the bedroom, taking his place beneath you.

you start off slow, hovering over his face rather than Sitting on it like he wants you to. heeseung’s a patient man but not when it comes to your cunt. he wants you to Use him, so fucking do it! don’t complain when you feel his strong grip force you down. heeseung loves to feel you up while he’s pleasuring your pussy, hands dragging from your chest, over your tummy before settling either over your hips or on your thighs.

and don’t even bother tryin’ to pull his hands away if you’re a little insecure, he will not let you, the furrowing of his brows letting you know that he’s displeased with your actions. you have no reason to be insecure, you’re gorgeous n sexy n he’s infatuated with you. he loves your body and would gladly spend every waking moment proving it to you.

he lives for the moment you stop bein’ shy n finally start to fuck his face; when his tongue has you so desperate n dizzy that all you can do is grip the headboard with one hand and pull at his hair with the other, squealing when his grunts and moans are Felt against your clit, chanting “‘m gonna cum,” and “seungie, please” over n over until he finally takes his clit in your mouth n sucks hard, your eyes squeezing shut as your mouth falls open and you scream from the overwhelming pleasure.

your juices paint the entire lower half of his face, his skin glistening n heeseung’s just happy to be there; grinning up at you with a stupid look on his face, his chest, neck n cheeks are flushed red from the lack of oxygen and he looks absolutely angelic. he’d give anything to have you like this all the time, using him for your pleasure because it’s what his girl deserves!!!

[dilftaroooo]

heyy there

can i req just like dirty like absolutely disgusting, downright nasty rough sex w toji 🌚

tags/tw: degradation + toji is so mean ;( + and he stuffs ur panties in ur mouf.

I think "rough sex" paired with "Toji" is a good combination, bestie, because he fits that category like bread on butter.

But before he starts anything, he has to get his doll all prepped up and ready before he pushes himself deep into your needy cunt. He's delicate in the beginning, making sure he warms you up with all his filthy words and lovely praises that you have no other choice but to submerge yourself in his affection. He's very good at making your nether regions below drip with aching desire.

Though, once he feels that wetness leak onto his calloused palm, savoring your taste by putting his coated fingers on the base of his tongue, sucking fervently before removing with an obnoxious pop, that's when the real feast begins...

Your back laying firmly on the soft cushion of his futon, knees bent and touching your shoulders, feet resting on Toji's pecs, and a pair of your panties rudely stuffed in your mouth because according to Toji, "You don't know when to shut the fuck up-". He's already gotten multiple noise complaints from his neighbors, God only knows how much he can take before he's asked to leave.

The loads of cum Toji filled you with emits a cacophonous squelch as he pounds your gushy pussy senseless and Toji falls in love at the sound. The power of his thrusts has you babbling like some fucking idiot and you're even more incoherent with your panties in your mouth.

"You keep talking to me like I'm gonna understand you. I don't know what the hell it is you're telling me. What? Is it too much, hm?" He'd question you in a mocking tone, belittling you even more as though fucking you in a mating press wasn't humiliating enough. You mentally curse at yourself when your answer is a quick, pathetic grunt — sounding out of breath because of the restraining position Toji has you in. It's like music to his ears and he smiles out of spite.

"Ooh it is, isn't it?" He sounds even more condescending than before and you hate it. "My poor doll can't handle all this dick, can she? No? She can't? Oooh," He's gonna make sure he keeps you in that reserved spot beneath his feet, pleading for mercy as he plows into your vulnerable state.

"No—" He starts again. You can feel his tip hit your belly button before he pulls out for the umpteenth time. "—she," Your vision is obscured with a blurry view due to you rolling your eyes to the back of your lids. He pulls out and you can sense the head of his angry, red cock pulse subtly at your entrance, "—can't." before ramming it back into you with more aggression than the rest of his thrusts.

There is but so much you can endure with him fucking you like this, but you like to pushing your limits teehee.

[kabukibun]

–Breeding Sex With The Girl I Love (Non Stop Cumming Until We Have A Baby!)

⚠ TWs/CWs: the start of my doujin titles, fem! reader, pussy eating, breeding, creampies <3

notes. this is pt 2 to my “first time” fic. i mistakenly called him kunikuzushi in the first fic so i’ve retconned it here

“That’s a good boy, Kabukimono. Just keep licking, I’m almost there-!” Your thighs lock around his head, pulling him closer to your wet cunt. Kabukimono knows exactly what that means, so he bobs his head faster against your pussy, tongue lathering you up. His lips focus on your swollen clit, slurping and sucking so much it drives you crazy. It’s been two months since he first had sex and learned how to worship your pussy, but it feels like he’s been doing this for far much longer. “Cum in m’ mouf, pleashh.. Wanna taste ya,” he says, words muffled by his mouth full of pussy. As if on command, you cum, legs shaking as your eyes roll back in pleasure. You roll your hips to ride out your orgasm and Kabukimono hums in satisfaction. He reluctantly pulls away, wiping away the excess fluid with the back of his hand.

“You always taste so good. You okay to keep going? If you’re tired I can just- Mm!” His rambling is swiftly shut down as you pull him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. “O-okay, I understand. I’ll put it in now!” Kabukimono grasps onto his cock for the first time all night, lightly tugging on it before grinding against your wet cunt. It slides across easily, his cock slicked up in your juices. He takes a deep breath before he sinks into your pussy, breath releasing in shudders as he tries not to cum. His hands are firmly pressed onto your hips, using them as leverage to thrust inside of you. Kabukimono bites his lip in a futile attempt to hold back from moaning. He always thought he was too loud.. He just wanted to hear you and the cute noises you made when he hit the spot just right.

Ah, just thinking about it has him whimpering. “S-soo good! Mn, ah, I wanna cum-” His hips shake wildly, chasing after his high. The sound of skin against skin makes a loud plap, plap, plap - a sign of the lewd act you were committing if anyone were to pass by. Your legs intertwine behind his back, keeping him firmly against you. Kabukimono can only hump you desperately as you offer no chance of escape. “Inside?” He asks.

“Y-yeah, fill me up with your cum. You know what happens then?” You breathe shakily, your orgasm muddling your mind. Still, you knew you meant what you said.

“I’ll.. give you a baby! I’ll fill you up and get you pregnant, mmf! Please, please, ah!” His hips piston faster into you, eager to cum inside and make both your wishes come true. With a final thrust, his cum releases in heavy spurts inside of your tightening cunt. Your orgasm hits you as soon as his does, the feeling of cum filling you up giving you that final push over the edge. The two of you shake as you bask in the afterglow, breathing shakily as you hold one another.

Although this would usually mark the end of your session, neither of you can manage to be the one to pull away. Your throbbing cunt and his still hard cock serves as no incentive to release the other. You roll your hips and Kabukimono shudders with pleasure. “Well, we have to make sure, right?” Ever the gentleman, Kabukimono wants to have your clear consent to continue. His stamina is far better than the average human, you’ve learned that lesson already. Today was different, however, you wanted this. You didn’t want to stop until there was no doubt you’d have his baby.

“Keep going, hahh, I want you. Need your cum in my womb.” Your words made Kabukimono whine. You could feel his cock twitch as he grabbed your legs, pushing them towards your chest. Your calves rested on his shoulders while he gripped the back of your thighs. His cock kissed your womb as he positioned you, the head repeatedly rubbing against it as he hurriedly thrust inside. All he could do was slur his words while you milked him. “Giving you a baby,” and “I love youuu,” were barely legible as he tried to kiss you.

You watched as his cock filled you up, stretching you out with every thrust. His cock was covered in his creamy cum and your juices. God, it looked delicious. If he wasn’t fucking a baby inside of you right now, you’d be sucking him off and licking him clean. You reach down to rub your clit as you watch Kabukimono pound into you, occasionally glancing at his face. Just the sight of his sweaty, focused face as he struggles to fuck you could make you cum. “Kabuuuuki, gonna cum again.”

“Do it, I’m right behind you. Uoogh, so tight, you’re sucking me in!” Your pussy clenches around his cock, squeezing him as if it were begging for his cum. His hips move slow and deep, shuddering through his final push as he tries to stuff his cock as deep into your womb as he can. He mewls as he feels his cum spill inside you, filling you up beyond what your pussy can handle. For now, his cock serves as a plug to hold it all in. You whine at the fullness in your tummy, almost achy with how much of his seed you’re carrying.

When he pulls out, his cum overflows, spilling out in globs. Kabukimono pouts at this, using two fingers to scoop it up and push it back inside. Your pussy flutters when he touches you, completely overstimulated. He murmurs a soft apology, kissing your thigh to soothe you. Despite this, you still tell him, “Just a couple minutes… and we’ll go again. You will put a baby in me.”

[pastelpousay]

IS YOUR HERCULES OC ALSO A GOD? What do they do? (Apologies, I'm not very knowledgeable on Hercules lore-)

Also, I've heard the show wasn't half bad! Have you seen it?

HIHII THANKS SMMM FOR ASKING!!

LOWK BEEN WANTING TO DISCUSS THIS LATELY CUZ THE THOUGHT HAS BEEN POPPING UP IN MY MIND IN THE PAST FEW DAYS.

In short no my Hercules Oc isn’t a God (yet 😁), she’s currently a mortal, although after some time and the two of them finally settling down and all I’d imagine Hades would 1. Slips her some ambrosia without her knowing 💀😭 likely when she’s ill or say she were on the verge of death 😭 (ik he could just bring her back but if he saw her like literally die he would never want to see that happen again so yea 😭)

Or 2. Maybe during or after their Wedding.

Not that’s just Rina being immortal not necessarily a god, if she were a god maybe like a goddess of Fungus(I may go into deeper meaning as to ‘why this?’ but yea) or something 😭 (and by default a goddes of death. AUGDHEJEJ IM SORRY UNDERWORLD QUEEEN RINA— also Hades calling Rina his Goddess >>> sorry I had to just let that out)

ALTHOUGH IM FEELING KINDA INSPIRED BY THE BOOK OF LIFE RN (I need to rewatch that movie) I know Hades name (or a few of his names) mean ‘Hidden one’ or ‘One who is hidden’ or something along the lines of that, so maybe Like how Xibalba from the Book of Life is controlling the land of the forgotten, While Rina is like La Muerte and takes control off the other half, Idk it’s just a thought it’s not all necessarily planned out yet 😭😭 idk what part of the underworlds there are, especially in Hercules (Ik there’s Elysian and Tartarus but Ik there’s more. Sorry I’m not that educated in Greek mythology 😭😭) so yea it’s not all that thought out but Hades and Rina would definitely have their Dynamic though UGHSHSJJWJS.

ALSO YESS THE SERIESSSS, I haven’t watch all of it (in fact I skipped through majority of the episodes just to see Hades 💀💀 like if there was a scene with Hades in it I was only watching for that 💀) I honestly think it’s not that bad, some of the scenes are lowkey freaky like Disney studios what was going on. LIKE I SPECIFICALLY REMEMBER FORCING MY FRIEND TO WATCH THIS SHOW WITH ME AND ALL OF A FUCKING SUDDEN ZEUS IS OVER HERE SAYING HES SEXY AND SWAYING HIS HIPS?? LIKE WHAT 💀💀 ZEUS STFU BUT YK WHO IS SEXY?!? UR BROTHER SO SHUT THAT MOUF-

Sorry I went on a bit of a tangent but yeayyyyy!!

THANK YOU SMM FOR THE ASK AGAIN :D!! I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY!!

[tojisun]

i am so goddamn jealous of the way you write sunsun (jealous in a good way.. like "i aspire to be like you and do not wish you any harm" way!!!!!!) I AM SUCH A SIMP FOR YOU AND THERE IS NO SHAME HERE!! i literally am in such awe of how you can organize your thoughts and write so...coherently(THIS SOUNDS SO STUPID TO SAY, BUT YK???)

do you havw that little narrator in your head or no? i dont, and sometimes i feel like thats the reason why i feel more than i would like and cant always express myself accurately with words. like im such a chaotic writer, not bad but just needs a lot of explicit connections bc i forget ppl arent in my head... (again i rambled and idk if i made any sense here:P)

fksbjbd but yeah 100000 smoochies on da mouf like you requested last time, my love!!

i am sobbing so hard oh my god kai, my little star, you are so sweet to me 😭🫶🏼

thank you so much for your kind words. im honest to god giggling and jittery with giddiness rn <33 and no no its not stupid!! thank you so much for appreciating the way i write. sometimes, theyre all on the fly, but often times im a mess and write run-ons bc they sound better in my head and so im still glad that they look beautiful to u!!!

i do! it never shuts up and sometimes its probably the reason why almost everything is romantic to me. like idk i think it tries to find meaning in anything and makes a meaning when theres nothing :/

and no pls u made sense!! i get that, in a way, but ik it wouldnt be the same as the way u go through it but god ik!! like, sometimes it rlly sucks like somehow vocabulary seems to be insufficient or theyre not framing correctly yk??

(i wanna be in ur head kai. feels like the safest place ever)

BUT YEA SMOOCHES U BACK ON DA LIPS AND HUGS U HARD <33

[ryxmix]

Bugbear would wear the same dress as you (AND HE KNEW YOU’D WEAR IT HE DID IT ON PURPOSE) and be like ‘Well one of us has to change. And it’s not gonna be me :3’

He’d wear one of those short dresses with crocs (bear themed ofc) and somehow make it work

DRESS TO IMPRESS

pairings ; bugbear (damian lenoir lovecraft) x fem implied!reader but you could also be a femboy who am i to decide

warnings ; this is pure crack, bugbear is girlypop, he calls you every cringe ass nickname in the book, also bunny, sussy baka themes because it's bugbear, post good ending, man is ginemenasaurus, you make out, unironic use of the words skibidi and rizzler, reader wears dresses so implied fem presenting but you could also just be a femboy

a/n ; I feel much for this man, I also need him in my mouf

"bugs...why are you wearing that?" your boyfriend has done a lot of morally questionable stuff, so nothing phases you anymore, but there is always that part of you which thinks what sins you committed in your past life to end up with this piece of trash...who you love oh so dearly.

damian huffs dramatically, adjusting the straps of this virgin killer sweater, yes you heard right, identical to, well...yours. you're at least 99% sure you did not tell him about this...right?

"aww, why shnookums? I think I look real sexy in this, dontcha think?" He does, but you won't admit that...yet. Especially when he's paired it with a pair of crocs. the bugbear flair, truly. regardless, you're more concerned about another thing.

"wha- this dress came in this morning after ordering yesterday, how do you already-" you're rudely interrupted when he chuckles and leans down to wrap his arms around you, pressing his lips against yours with a mean grin. His fingers press against your bare back, tracing figure eights.

"bugs," you sigh, attempting to push him away, though there's not much eagerness in the way you push at him. He can tell, but he lets go regardless, flashing a wide sharp-toothed grin with his eyes hooded.

your face flushes and you huff and look away, elbowing his chest.

"whaaat? just wanted to surprise my precious pookie bear with my insane skibidi rizz and this sexy dress-" "you did not just say-" "cause you got all dolled up f' me and i just must repay the favour for my shnookums, no?" he finished, ignoring the way your lips curl upwards in cringe.

your face flushes as his words come to a halt, lips fluttering open and shut as you try to argue. really, it's just babbled nonsense, and you're not even given the freedom to finish the embarassing flurry of angry noises when he presses his lip down onto yours. the gasp you barely squeak out just gives his tongue access to slip into your mouth.

you squeak out in shock and he hums, lightly sinking his fangs onto your bottom lip as he pulls away. that's all the time you're given to catch your breath before his fingers lace into yours, body and hands pinning you to the wall as he moves impossibly closer to you, as if he's trying to become one organism.

you wouldn't be surprised if that were the case.

kisses with bugbear are never pecks, much the horror of the unfortunate bystanders at the library. luckily for you, you're not at the library so you can save yourself the embarassment. bugbear does it messy, as he does most things. it's wet, hot, and open. drool slips down your lips as you barely manage to catch your breath, chest heaving against his. every time he pulls away, he goes in closer, grinning at the string of saliva that connects his mouth to yours. He bites at your tongue, lips, hard enough to sting but never hard enough to break flesh, to make you bleed.

you can hardly breathe as he pushes closer, desperately parting your lips through the kiss for some access of air, but it's never enough. he closes every crevice of your open mouth; it's possesive, he's laying his claim. hands gripping at your waist, hips, the other engulfing your hand with your fingers laced together. if it ever hurts him to keep his neck that low for the entire time, you wouldn't know. not over the muffled chuckles, the dirty words, and the way he keeps it going for as long as he possibly can. or as long as you can really, he'd go longer if he could.

it's infuriating when bugbear finally pulls away, wiping his mouth and reverting back to the mischief-making menace that he is. his cheshire grin is wide and grating on the nerves; you'd say something if you weren't so out of breath.

finally, he sighs, hands moving to his back. "well, if you want me to take it off that bad," bugbear purrs, and your eyes widen as his fingers dig into the soft hem of the skirt, the sound of wool ripping hitting your ears. "Damien, no-" He's ripped the garment off and tackled you down to the bed before you can curse the heavens above for giving you this god-awful man.

[gregor-samsa-but-awezome]

Haiii m postin bout my guilty gear au now so erm

This is mostly j art dump butt I’ll speak bout it a lil because I lov lov lov it so so much.

It’s called RedOrder (based off Side red drama cd and since specifically order-sol is used)

IT features mostly Sol, Sin, and Bedmo (conmtext: i call him bedmo so i don't constally flip flop between Bedman or Romeo). The reason I chose this silly little group of people is because they all deal with loss

I will dabble more about them sepratly in the read more ok bye

(Note: i color coded the text to avoid confusion)

Sol Badguy - Commander of the Order

Sol Badguy, when Ky died, became the commander of the order. He has rejected his humanity to focus just on the order. He is heavily ridden with PTSD from just being in the order and experiencing Ky's death first hand. Nor can he grabble with the fact Ky, is dead, choosing to suppress the memory of him ever existing.

His inhibitor doesn't function as well due to stress and lack of repairs, leaving him with small Horn, wing, and tail appendages visible. But he can usually conceal them under Hair or clothing. As well as having some fangs that slightly poke out of his mouf.

Thats it 4 Sol :3

Sin Badguy - Happy go lucky High Spirts

Since Ky never met Dizzy, Sin was found as an orphan, being young and his simalries to the Late Ky, Sol decided to take Sin under his wing. Thus gaining the 'Badguy' name. Later finding out that the kid was a gear due to his fast growth and ginormous appetite.

Sin views Sol as his father, because he never met his parents due to being so young. He'll refer to Sol usually as 'Dad' but if he chooses to get on Sol's nerves, "Old Man'.

Sin fights with an old abandoned Stop sign he found on a bounty. The reason because, "Just because something says stop- It won't stop me! We gotta keep movin' forward-!"

Romeo F. Neuman - Border of Awake and Asleep

As a young Child, Romeo was always bed-ridden due to an undiscovered condition, which causes his body and mind to shut down due if overused. Eventually, one day he didn't wake up. Going into a comatose-like state, Being trapped into his dreams deep into his subconscious.

When he awoke years later, he wasn't in a hospital anymore. He was at a campsite, and 2 people were attempting to talk to him. Which was Sol and Sin, who found him on a failed bounty. And so, without another purpose, joined in on their bounty hunting group in hopes of finding his sister.

Romeo is described as timid and quiet, muttering unheard paragraphs under his breath, but he lights up like a switchboard if given a task that deals with mechanics.

He treats Sol like a distant ghost, being rather protective of him.

While he treats Sin like a good friend, being the only one who can snap him out of his shell at times.

Ty 4 readin.... i will try to post mor bout it i hope you guys like it. If you wanna make stuff 4 it go for it!1 my dms r open if you have ideas.

[babybottleslut]

Whenever I feel safe enough with a mommy my brain just starts shutting off around dem. I just feel so tiny and little, and need mommy to tell me what I'm supposed to do... I can't even really figure out how clothes work, I just know I need mommy's perfect milky tiddie sin my mouf and I'll do anyting to um um like have them there. Sorry words are getting hard cause I'm too needy @/////@

[subskz]

GIRL I AIN’T EVEN FINISHED YET BUT I HAD TO SEND AN ASK I’M ALREADY GOING INSANE 🤣 HOW DOES IT FEEL BEING THE GREATEST AUTHOR OF OUR GENERETION,,, QUICKLY

the way changbin was introduced is saur fucken cute BFF BINNIE 🥹🥹 y/n saying he looks like he bends iron bars for fun GOT ME NAH WHY IS MISS Y/N A COMEDY QUEEN ACTUALLY

i kinda love iseul,,, she’s saur moch nd i #understand ha 🤌🏽 but y/n’s banter wit her and binnie is soooo good legiterally the way you write skz is so fucken natural and perfect (missus rin never gotta worry bout the “he would not fucking say that” allegations)

BUT WHEN Y/N MET CHANNIE 🫣 YA IT’S OVER FOR MISS GRINDSET NAH TELL MY WHY I’M GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET?!? you got me outchea like a repressed victorian man idk why but when channie flexed his fingers,,, that shit got me frothing at the mouf (#theory time: y/n’s hand felt hot for him too that’s why he reacted like that 😏)

this is alr so long so imma shut the fuck up and finish reading but I’LL B BACK TRUST AND BELIEVE

NO WAY YOU SERIOUSLY FLATTER ME ㅠㅠ thank you so much i’m very glad you’re liking it so far babe!!

yes bestie binnie was an absolute must! probably the most self indulgent thing abt all of this 😽 it makes me so happy that you find those lil bits amusing hehe i had a lot of fun w it as you can probably tell the interactions between binnie and the reader were some of my favorite parts to write! and i love that you like iseul despite her being a lil obnoxious lmao 😭 my fellow annoying girl enjoyer

it also means the world that you think skz are written naturally, that’s the highest compliment to me!! ur attention to detail is very admirable hehehe i won’t confirm or deny your theory just yet, but it’s an interesting one for sure 🫢

i had the biggest smile on my face while reading this message thank you again for sharing your thoughts w me my dearest grindset!! i hope you enjoy the rest of the first part as well ♡

[revehae]

I agree. Readers have come across really entitled lately. Its not like you were writing THEIR request, why is it suddenly the writer's obligation to mould the character into something that is all-encompassing? The writer is still the one with agency and as a free reader, they shouldnt have the audacity to impose what fits them on an author's work. Also, like you said, it was just your tags not like a disclaimer of how people of a certain size isnt allowed to read like wth. To those kinds of readers, touch some grass and maybe read some books -- characters are always written in a certain way. If you dont like it, make your own.

some ppl have the audacity to act so bizarrely entitled and then drop to their knees when a writer puts their work behind a paywall or deactivates their blog 😂😂😂 like i don’t know if you guys fully understand that readers do make/break the enjoyment of creating fics. do we write for ourselves first? absolutely and it is so fun (a lot of the time)! but there’s a reason we post them instead of just letting them rot in a document on our phones and—get this—it’s not necessarily out of the sheer benevolence in our hearts! it’s reception. and you guys tell me all the time that i’m so nice, which is great, but i can be spiteful too. you get what you put into the world!

like i was literally just talking. i’ve been just talking on here for 2 weeks now i have not shut up. this blog was dead asfk and now i keep running my mouf. i was gonna say i’m being forced into silence but that would be a lie, sorry i will continue to run my mouth

[famouslastwrdz]

herod.

theres black dye on my white towels, and he nearly cracks my eyeliner pencil in half. when i turn my back to mirrors, his shoulders move in the glass, and his tattoos turn to scarred flesh as i turn to see myself again. he sits in my kitchen, lets izzy sharpie stars on his face, lets lazarus treat the lashes on his back. one has cut through the depeche mode lyric inked into him, never let me down again, a coverup for nicotine branded into him by a blackhair brother he loses more each day. despite everything, he returns more to himself as days go by, and i'll often hear him in the library humming some sort of tune. today, as i write, it's wasteland- never wrote him as a mission fan, but he moves away from his paperself minute by minute.

there are glances of the king, the omen breaking my door locks in its hurry to put me upstairs, accent stronger and metal plate visible through skin- stay ere with ya mouf shut and dontcha move til i get you- and carnie manifests cheerfully in the window to teach me to play cards until the clown returns.

the king and the prophet argue, and sometimes i hear your name. i forgot all my russian but carnage scratches his mask awkwardly as it comes from someones mouth, the omen's harsh grit colliding with the false blue's jetblackspit, dontfuckingargue modulated wretch of a voice that comes from his throat and transfers through an invisible gp5.

the very first time i heard the omen cry was pleading with the king.

ever hear something that closes your throat and sends you stonecoldsober, frozen in place?

that afternoon was rainy, nice; sat in the church with aggie reading their book and i idly fiddling with the rosary on their wrist. the king and prophet were having a quiet argument under the image of the crucified christ. best place to have it, i suppose, aggie grimaced at me.

it sounded like it was ending, and aggie had finished their chapter, and i was dozing in the chair, when the clear voice of a much younger curtis locked us up and held us frozen.

a single, agonised "please".

and we both look for the clown, but the only one there was the prophet stood small under christ, hands white on the king's shirt. a man like that; so apathetic, uncaring, sarcastic, gone- reduced to his 20year old self in voice and face begging his big brother for some sort of mercy or understanding. the harbinger of the rapture with his burnedout chest heaving with uncontrollable emotion.

and the shepherd comes to stand to witness in the doorway of his own church, orange dye bleeding into his face from the rain outside and the memory of the future seared, a purifying holy flame of recognition, into his wrists.

the king will call for sons to be sacrificed, and the shepherd guards the church of the Mother that he built with his hands. everyone has roles now, and someone has to be lamb- who better than the one who leads the flock?

the prophet, silent, warning, burns a future into everyones head. a single nail to bind aggie's scarred palm to mine, two more for the son of god on the cross. the understanding is that verne will take the weight of herod's royalty through his wrists. the cross is heavy on his back for the sins of his brothers. the omen cannot die, but will breathe through his throat again. the wound never healed. redpop will be martyred. saint sebastian. dont count the holes, you know the number. camilla, the sister, the mother, the child, the trinity, will live.

[the-sword-lesbian]

AUDIO_LOG_DELTA_735_TANGO [SA-Washburn] "Ya needa cut dat kinda talk out, scrap. Ain't ya heard dem stories about CA goons disappearin grunts like ya fuh runnin dey moufs?"

[CP-Raegan] "You don't get it Sarge, you've never been there!"

[PVT-Chiro] "Been where Micky?"

[CP-Raegan] "We were stationed on New Rhea, whole mission was FUBAR. Got pinned down on all sides, had to retreat back to this bunker. It was some server hub for the whole quadrant. CO was dead, over half my squadies were dead. Call came in from some fucking Admiral who's probably never put boot to dirt her whole career. 'Protect the station to the last man, in event of total takeover, they'd send an orbital strike and glass the whole continent.' Can you believe that shit? But even still we held as best we could, days go by, more scraps die. In the end it was just Prosty, Juarez, and me."

[SA-Washburn] "Em tellin ya scrap, ya needa shut it."

[CP-Raegan] "So double dawn breaks next morning, you know New Rhea has that twin star shit right? So dawn comes and we're just waiting to die. My magpin's empty, I think Prosty had like four more rounds. Suddenly the whole sky's on fire. I'm just laying there staring at it, cursing that admiral for calling down a strike on us. Just praying that maybe, somehow, I'd get to see my little sister again. But then I see something in the fire. Something big, coming down slower than shell but way way faster than terminal. It hits the ground and I tell you Chiro I thought I was gonna die. My soul shook from that impact. But then it stood up. Chiro it... it was a Queen man. Have you ever even seen a Queen? I thought they were just PropCom bullshit. I was crying man, that ferrotitanium armor with the fire and the sun gleaming off of it. The Angels are real man, my prayers were answered. She lifted up one arm-"

[REDACTED] "Corporal Raegan we need you to come with us."

[CP-Raegan] "Who... who the fuck are you??"

[REDACTED] "That's not important right now Corporal."

[CP-Raegan] "What the?! Get the fuck off me!! THE ANGELS ARE REAL!! TELL EVERYONE!! TELL EM-"

[REDACTED] "Thank you for the heads up Private."

[PVT-Chiro] "Of course sir, Unity through vigilance."

[SA-Washburn] "Why'd ya hadda do dat Chiro?"

[PVT-Chiro] "It's like you said Sarge. She should have kept her mouth shut."

AUDIO_LOG_END

The Corporation is distinctly opposed to calling pilots "angels". They've released several statements recommending that officers silence any such language, saying it "threatens the integrity of the forces", and that HAKs and the pilots who control them are "tools, not deities". But I mean, when you see the way a suit's holoprojectors form a pulsing ring around a pilot's helmet, or when one slumps forwards out of its cockpit to reveal that thick mass of wires creeping from its back, it's impossible not to see the resemblance. And when, like most of the men stationed here, you've found yourself pinned down by heavy artillery fire from two directions with no chance of survival, but out of the heavens a Bishop-class rig emerges and razes the enemy with what can only be described as holy flame? I mean hell, that's enough to make anyone a believer (pardon my language).

I have a buddy who deals with the HAKs directly. He works in biomechanics, combat simtech or whatever. I asked him once what he thought about the whole "angel" thing. He got real quiet, and he looked directly at me and said, "you don't even know the half of it." And I stared right into his eyes and I could see that same heavenly flame burning in there and I knew that he had seen something he couldn't quite understand, but that he loved with all his heart.

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