#sry for the wait

[ruinenekami]

Secret Santa 2024 - Ruinene edition

Made for the Church of Ruinene Secret Santa event.

I hope you like it! @/whystrawberryss 💜💚

Artificial Light - BloomfesRui/4thAnniNene

Tw: Implied Death, Hallucinations

A dawn of a new day has been signaled by mechanical clacking somewhere in the delapitated city.

Many little robots, about the size of dogs, meticulously prepare the space inhabitated by their creator. Breakfast, dusting, making sure everything is in it's designated space as well as drawing the curtains to let the sunrays shine above a familiar face.

As he was hit by them, he tries to take cover in his bad. Too bad a very angry robot pulls him off and throws him onto the floor.

"Okay, okay. I won't be oversleeping this time!"

The tired and quite frankly, annoyed man tried to get up to his feet to get ready. He is welcomed by already prepared outfits as well as some motivational stickers that adorn them.

Let's make today a great day!

Don't forget to eat healthy!

Smiling is never wrong!

Please do not forget your keys before heading out!

He wonders if he should keep that function in the robot that makes it - it IS a waste of resources after all.

After putting everything on and enjoying the somewhat lean, but still delicious breakfast, he steps outside of his humble abode - he does after all have a lot to do.

Under his apartment lies the workshop where he works on his gadgets as well as the robots thats keep him company. An excited one shows him his progress plan on a few stuff he is currently working on - Repairing his fridge (he had to live off of shelf stable food for almost 3 weeks before he got it running again), maintenance on his motorcycle (he might replace it with a hoverboard if the parts arrive in time), a lot of small jobs and the list goes on. He doesn't even want to look at any more of them cause they are menial.

It doesn't spark his passion at all.

But, has anything been able to do that lately anyway?

With the list out of the way, he and the overenthusiastic robot got to work.

Firstly, the fridge. He deduced the problem might be due to either the thermistor being unable to detect the temperature or the motor being completely busted. He definitely has a long day ahead if he wants his freshly grown fruit to last longer than a day. The robot beside him enthusiastically goes to grabs any materials he needs so they can get started.

Not even two hours in and he hears a loud noise at the back of his workshop. An exasperated sigh left the man.

"I hope he didn't get stuck again..."

He got up and walked over. Just as he thought - the robot that angrily woke him up had gotten it's legs tangled in a bunch of wires. The other kneels before him to get him out of this mess, realizing the robot was also carrying a few bottles.

"Ahh, were you trying to get me something to drink in this heat? Thank you."

He grabbed the bottles and sent the robot on its way before he stashed the wire in a safe place. It joined the robot at the refrigerator, which started chasing it, so the kitchen robot dashed away back up to the apartment. He chuckled at their silliness.

Just as he was about to go back, he realized something was peeking behind some fabric.

He covered it back up.

It took him way too long to finish the repair, but at least he doesn't have to rely on canned meat anymore.

He thinks that repairing the bike would be a hassle since it's late afternoon so onwards towards his garden.

As a hater of any green produce, it was hard for him to adapt to his current situation. He couldn't be picky anymore, so harvesting vegetables is something he usually lets his robots do. That way he doesn't know which meals have it in them. And when he doesn find out he gets scolded by his own creations.

But today he felt like he could stomach it ... maybe.

The workshop robot pulls out a basket to help them gather the produce. Tomatoes, eggplant, lettuce etc. And he complained throughout all of the harvest, getting another lesson by the robot that explained to him the nutritional value of each vegetable.

"Now I wish I didn't connect you to the Interstellar Internet."

At least he had some company though.

And soon it was sunset so the both of them carried the stuff inside before he returns the basket to the shed. He doesn't want to be the one to prepare the vegetables for dinner.

As he goes into the small shed in his garden, he realizes it had been cleaned up - but that makes it all the more wrong.

The tall man rearranges the place so it doesn't look that ... unsightly. This way, there will be enough chaos.

He left the shed and turns around - seeing the sunset in it's full glory. He often admired it as it brings at least a bit of colour into his life.

But this time feels a bit out of place of sorts. He feels drawn to the sun, making him walk out and alert the robots that see it as unusual behaviour on his part.

He couldn't stop.

It's not like he was running, but more slugishly dragging his feet. He walks past many overgrown buildings, many abandoned vehicles and rusted playgrounds.

He walks until he couldn't see any ground under him - a cliff and the raging sea right after it.

He hasn't been here in forever so he tries to remember why this place feels that way.

Although, with no luck.

The two robots from before have caught up to him by now and were seeing a rather pitiful sight of their inventor.

He was kneeling down and crying, grabbing his hair and tugging at it.

At the same time the waves started crashing much harsher against the rocks, making his emotions stirr even more.

Maybe he has finally lost it?

Just as he was about to cry harder, the two robots behind him tug at his coat, trying to bring him back to reality.

And they succeeded.

He fell on his back, looking up at them as they performed a scan on him.

After a while, the robots urged him to go back as they tugged at the fabric once more.

"Alright, I'll listen to you this time. It seems you take more care of me than I take of you."

He lets out a light chuckle, seeing this odd relationship unfold.

And soon they arrive back at base, no more verbal exchanges during the trip back

By now the sky has been painted a deep red and orange, not quite night yet.

Again, the shed comes into his line of sight. A tired expression reveals itsels on his face. He realizes tears have started to fall so he instinctively goes to rub them away with his sleeve. As he pulls his arm away, he eyes one of the stickers on there:

Please do not forget your keys before heading out!

Please do not forget your keys...

Please do not forget...

...do not forget...

Not even a second later he sprints towards the shed, basically riping open the door.

He pushes all the stuff he rearranged earlier away, reaching towards a door at the back.

He still remembers the password.

The hallway is always extremely cold, but he forgot his coat again.

It's long too.

Too damn long.

Why are the lights so weak? He changed the bulbs just a few weeks ago. And it's damp too.

The water is rising to his knees. It wasn't like this yesterday.

The door is in his sight, but he can't seem to reach it no matter how fast he runs.

He has to be quicker than this.

His ears hurt.

They hurt a lot.

He almost got knocked over.

His hair has become disheveled, his shoes are hurting his feet and his lab coat completely drenched in water.

He looks so pathetic now.

He must be.

But that must be his opinion because who else will judge him now?

The light at the door doesn't work so he can barely make out the keypad.

But bad habits die hard so he can type it out even in his sleep.

And with a hard push, falls down into the room beyond.

Onto cold tiles.

The buzzing in his ears prevents him from falling unconscious. It's too annoying.

So he looks up into the darkness.

Well, it isn't completely dark - there is a figure standing in the middle, sitting on a sterile bed, back turned to him.

The figure has long hair, and green too. It reminds him of the vines that have taken over the city he still calls home.

They moved here some 15 years ago - perfect for their careers.

And the classy black dress. The nights have gotten heavier the more people left.

Changing her image into an elegant actress was one of the first things she did when she joined the new troupe.

And the long blue earrings, shyly visible behind her bangs. The shore is a desolate place now that she can finally rest.

Sadly it rained on our wedding day.

And the little bird happily chirping on her finger. The robots have basically adopted the stray and wild animals that roam around.

I wanted to see what lies beyond those stars.

She turns around, the bird stops singing.

And those beautiful purple eyes. The sunsets are still beautiful as ever.

Why can't I see them anymore?

[kyitsya]

I am very happy that you are investing in my ideas, I'm just scared that I will not write it well because it is my first time writing, I have ideas, but I am afraid that I will not achieve the required level of writing.

In general, I have initial ideas of what their lives will be like after escaping.

Cedric and Roland live as a peaceful couple in a village, far from the kingdom, hiding who they're.

They have a dog *I decided to give them a dog bc Roland allergic to cats and I don't like wormwood or whatever his name is lol*

Cedric is still a sorcerer, but he hides it in the form of a herbal and medicinal plant store. *Here Cedric is so confident and become a powerful sorcerer too*

Roland learned to cook, wash and bake, and he now owns the best bakery in the village.

omg, they get a dog!! ur actually so right for that, i can definitely imagine them with some sort of large dog as a pet. i feel like cedric would be a little hesitant about it at first, but it would turn out to be one of those situations where the animal loves the unsure person the most lmao

also i really like the new professions that you chose for them. roland being a baker and actually learning how to do stuff himself is such a dear thing to me <3

anon, all of these ideas are wonderful. good writing only comes with practice and the ability to make urself write even when ur afraid of doing something wrong.

[skeletalcreature]

where is lively creature

Deceased next question, thank you

[lotus-pear]

HAPPY 117 EVERYONE ITS BUNGOVER ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[kaddyssammlung]

[timetoprey]

Zephyr froze for a moment .. the feeling of her creator was strong so strong between the two… with her scythe she could easily aid in her sisters … but .. this wasn’t right .

“Lord give me strength … “ she muttered to herself, she’d be branded a traitor but at least it would help with this guilt she was feeling .

She veered to the left raising her scythe in the air and swung with the grace of a seasoned warrior .. the blade splitting the air and in turn the head from the Neck of her fellow Exorcist .

Time felt like it slowed down for her … staring at the body of her sister in arms . Her grip tightening on her weapon .. as she waited to either be smighted by the Almighty or creator himself .. but neither God nor Azeral made themselves known and Zephyr—-Felt a maniacal grin split her face , “you fall so easily my sisters..” it was no wonder the battle of the hotel went the way it did.

She turned to Kyrkos and offered a hand, “haha you almost met my creator there.. you need some help?”

For the first time in countless millennia, smoke rises against the skyline of the City of God.

Not the wispy white that would normally rise this day, from pyres in honor of the parentage of Mother Mary. It is thick, black, flattening against the stratosphere into foreboding clouds that cast long shadows upon the realm, plunging entire districts into dim twilight.

For the first time since the Fall, Heaven burns.

The normally peaceful streets sound with chaos, shrill screams, the rumble of explosions, the sharp staccato of gunfire. Tracers scythe into the sky, criss-crossing the streets, street to street and building to building. The Council District has been abandoned, but still pockets of resistance flare within the most ancient buildings that served as the seats of the Holy Realms governance.

A perimeter has been established, in accordance with plans set forth long before any of those who man it were born. A wall of iron and angelic steel, but meant to protect the Council district from outward threat, never those from within. Defensive Line Alpha, where the mortal soldiers of Legio Mortalis 778 hold the line.

Checkpoint Theta, a hastily constructed barricade on 3rd street, on the intersection where the Council District melts into the Commercial District. Four Contubernium stationed at this foothold, a dam against the flood. Thirty-two men and women to hold the line.

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“GET SOME! FUCKING GET SOME!”

Legionnaire Salterns strained voice can scarcely be heard over the deafening booms of his weapon, the Model 19 heavy machine gun behind the checkpoints barricade throwing out a steady, withering stream of fire. Empty shell casings already form a brass carpet around Albert’s feet, and the rounds tear into the street, into buildings, massive chunks of gold and marble flung into the air and pulverized into dust.

Its primary effect is keeping the advancing Exorcists from doing so any further, suppressing them, forcing them into cover in alleyways, behind cars, giving the rest of the checkpoint time to set up their firing positions. That said, the effect it has when some unlucky heretic is caught out in the open is no less spectacular. One particularly brave Exorcist catches the 12.7x108mm SMRB round directly through her chestplate, throwing her to the ground, dead even before the mass-reactive charge detonates, bursting her torso and riddling the street with golden blood and chunks of flesh.

“AIN’T SO FUN WHEN THEY FIGHT BACK? HUH? COME AND GET SOME, YOU SKINNY BITCHES! IVE GOT FUCKING PLENTY- FUCK!”

His tirade is cut as a round catches him full in the stomach between his plates, twisting him sideways and stumbling off of the small raised platform that holds the gun emplacement. He hits the ground hard, the golden cobblestones and unrelenting spot to land, turning onto his side and pressing both hands to the wound, hoping to stanch the flow of ichor that now seeps through the gaps in his fingers.

“Shit- fucking…AGH! SOMEONE GET ON THAT GOD-DAMNED M.G!” He cries out, kicking a booted foot towards the now-vacant emplacement, his hands too preoccupied with holding his guts in to gesture properly as the Exorcists begin to advance without the threat of the heavy weapon.

——————

“Medic! Attend to Saltern!”

Decanus Von Licht’s voice, ever calm and collected, cuts through the chaos of the battlefield even as the rest of the checkpoints garrison sets up at the barricade, taking cover, their rifles chattering in unison bursts as they do their level best to maintain their hold on their position. Alistair does not bother to confirm his order, he knows that it has been received, and so he turns his attention elsewhere.

His gaze lands upon another, Legionnaire Kyrkos, currently squatting over the constituent pieces of a Model 98 mortar, the technical journal open by one of her feet, yanking with all of her might on the release mechanism of the weapons stability bracer.

“Adalia!” Alistair barks, casting a glance over his shoulder towards the barricade before returning his attention to the woman before him. “I kindly ask you what is prohibiting you from getting our mortar emplacement operational!”

Kyrkos flinches, looking up at the Decanus, then back down at the manual, her hands shaking as she stammers out. “I-I don’t know sir! The retaining pin is stuck, and the sighting mechanism won’t depress any further!”

The Decanus makes a displeased grunt, and seems to move to speak, before he is interrupted by a pair of black-clad figures dropping from the sky upon him. He is barely able to draw his blade in time to parry a strike meant to take his head from his shoulders from one, striking out with a boot into the stomach of the second, forcing her back to give himself room to breathe.

“Exorcists, within the perimeter! We are in danger of being overrun!” He calls out, gripping the hilt of his blade in two hands, his movements fluid and quick, fending off the assault from the two masked angels as best he can.

But though he is not overcome, he is being pushed back, forced to give ground.

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“Oh shit, oh, fuck-“

Legionnaire Kyrkos mutters under her breath as the Decanus is forced away by a pair of exorcists, her gaze flickering between the fight and the technical manual at her feet. She thinks to rise and assist Alistair, but her orders are to return the mortar to working order at all costs. She knows what she must do. She turns her full attention to the manual.

“Subsection 13.6.2-A, field maintenance- I wouldn’t have to fucking DO field maintenance if the Fabricators actually did their jobs, sons of bitches-“

Her personal tirade is interrupted by the force of a body hitting her from above. The force knocks her onto her back, keenly aware of the new weight pressing upon her chest plate as she stares up into the grinning, L.E.D visage of an exorcist perched upon her supine form.

Adalia curses, her hand moving to her hip, hoping to reach her sidearm, but a heeled boot comes down upon her wrist, and she barely has time to react as the Trueborn warrior moves to plunge her spear downward. Adalia’s free hand snaps up, armored fingers catching the haft of the spear and halting the cruel steel tip only a few inches away from her unhelmeted face.

“Your boots are fucking tacky.” She hisses, as the servos in her armor whirr louder and louder the longer and harder the Exorcist presses downward, the two both straining for supremacy as the battle rages around them.

—————

The line is in danger of collapsing. Giving ground to the Insurrectionists may be the only option. But here, and now, the Loyalist soldiers of Checkpoint Theta are in grave danger of being overrun.

[squeebh8]

ctimene and odysseus according to eury probably

[didderd]

I've been waiting many months for this moment.

The Crispy Crew are done!!!

Info and stuff under the cut.

From left to right: Rice (nightmare Tourette's sans) Crack (horror Tourette's sans) Snaps (killer Tourette's sans) Pop (dust Tourette's sans) Marsh (cross Tourette's sans)

Ofc, the usual:

Draw them all you want, but please don't try and represent their Tourette's without some proper research on it.

Don't ship them with other sanses publicly. It would make me uncomfortable.

A teensy bit of lore:

Rice has been doing this since long before he ever met any of the others, but he dragged them all into it too. While their job is to keep balance in the multiverse, and keep Rice feed with negativity, they all share the hobby of studying and recording AUs. And since the war is over with Rice's brother, they have permission to study the AUs in his territory too, as long as they don't cause any problems. But they are surprisingly well-behaved when studying a place, and usually stay out of sight.

[dmercer91]

pretty girl, me94

in which mark has a little bit of an unwarranted jealousy problem you help him get over. (18+!!)

part of the sophomores best girl mini series! also set in last season, a couple days after mackie's fic (2.6k)

she’s long awaited, she’s hot, and she’s not proofread!! (typical). i hope she lived up to the excitement, i love you all, i need to pack and i need to go tf to sleep

jealousmarkjealousmarkjealousmarkjealousmarksdhsjdhsdjdh

to the public you were mark's. it made the most sense- he'd probably be around until his graduation, at which point the arrangement you had with the sophomore's would probably be over- but it would still prevent people begging the question of why you hadn't followed any of the other's to their respective draft cities despite the lack of any 'breakup'

he was touchier with you than the rest, as well. so being his 'girlfriend' had allowed for that to translate well when the group of you were out, for him to stay mindless about his fingers twirling the ends of your hair and his palm having a home on your thigh.

to top it all off- it was so embarrassingly evident that, although he liked sharing you in general, sometimes his mind went to places it shouldn't, and sometimes sharing was the last thing he wanted when it came to you.

so at a party where you and mackie had been stuck to one another like glue, partnering in beer pong, sharing a cup when nobody was paying attention, passing fleeting touches once everybody was too far gone to notice, mark could only sulk.

the biggest downside of being your so called boyfriend was that, no matter how badly he wanted to leave, it would look a little wrong for him to ditch his love at a frat house with absolutely no warning.

so he pulled you aside, your giggles stinging a little as you fell into his chest, looking up at him in the dim lighting like he was something of a god, whisking you to heaven, or, in this case, the entrance hallway of the most trashed building possibly ever

"it's time to go home now, baby," he murmured, wrapping you in his jacket, knowing you refused to bring any warm one, arguing it ruined your outfit.

you pouted, clutching the hem of his shirt and trying to pull him back to where some of the hockey team had stationed themselves

"but i'm having fun, marky," your genuine displeasure at his words had his jaw ticking, shaking his head at you.

"is that how this works now? you bossin' me around, baby?" he tilted his head and the look in his eyes made your mouth water. you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, shook your head and watched in real time as his face got more laxed, his body getting closer to yours.

he gave you a lazy grin, pressing a kiss to your lips and leading you out the door.

"we're gonna go home n' you're gonna be good, yeah?" he whispered, earning a nod as you tried to lean in for more kisses. he hummed, accepting the gesture but quickly pulling back to get you onto the sidewalk and towards the house.

you pawed at his arm, an attempt to get his attention back on you. he quickly eyed you before deciding to lean into his jealousy, see if you caught on and see what you'd do about it.

"look who's just gettin' all the attention from anyone who'll spare it tonight, huh?" you blushed, shaking your head timidly

you stepped in front of him so he’d stop walking, only for him to lift you into his arms and continue on without a thought

you giggled, tucking your face into his neck. "just want your attention, marky," you gave him a sultry look, watching as his tongue poked the bottom of his cheek in frustrated contemplation

"don't seem to want any of me when mackie's around," he stated, feeling your nails scratch at his bicep absentmindedly.

now that you thought about it, you were starting a little bit of a pattern. you'd be caught up in marks lap, giggling at everything he said and being the perfect, attentive girlfriend. then, mackie would come into a conversation and you'd be entirely distracted.

the first time, his food had come to the door and you never bothered to come back to mark after bringing it upstairs. tonight, he asked for you to partner him in games and you spent the whole night looking at mackie the way mark felt he deserved instead.

"then you're always runnin' around the house in luke's clothes, snuggling up with him on movie nights, sleeping in his bed," he continued, despite your lips on his jaw and neck, nipping at his skin

luke always preferred softer affection from you to cheer him up unless he was particularly angry- which meant him dragging you into his lap and hugging onto you, giving you his clothes so they'd smell like your perfume and having you fall asleep on his chest.

"best of all, ethan's been taking you out to lunch dates when you're meant to be my girl, not his," he walked through the front door just as you were about to explain to him that he seemed afraid to be affectionate with you other than to sleep with you or touch you, and that's why you kept getting whisked away.

the other boys had found a nice middle ground of relief and relationship, and you never denied any of them what they'd asked of you- mark had been stuck on relief, and always seemed to try and catch you when the rest had already whisked you away.

"m' not tryin' to pick favourites, i promise, marky. wanna have a thing with you, too. i don't know what you'd like, though," he grumbled, like your explanation hadn't quite met his standards for an excuse

"right now?" he dropped you on his bed, peeled his shirt off. "i'd like to fuck you,"

you giggled, pulling him down on top of you and tugging at his hair, kissing him and letting him tug your shorts off. his hands slid down your waist and hips to find your panties, only to feel that you'd gone without.

he groaned into your mouth and you smiled. one hand abandoning his hair to scratch down his back.

he moved off you, earning a needy whine and your arms reaching out at him. he smirked, sitting at the edge of his bed and nodding for you to come over to him while he ditched his pants and boxers

your response was to start kneeling in front of him, only for him to shake his head. "on my lap, pretty baby," he gripped your waist, pulling you onto his thigh, pressed tight to his chest.

"think m' gonna make you work for it," he smiled, looking in front of you at the full length mirror, watching as you stared at the two of you. you licked your lips slightly, watching the way he was holding you.

"what?" you murmured, finally looking into his eyes, a little distracted by his hands and the way you looked.

he chuckled, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple.

"said i'm gonna make you work for it, baby." his hands moved to your hips, teasing for a second before he lifted you forward and then dragged you back, bare cunt dragging on the muscle of his thigh and making your legs clench together

he gave you an expectant look through the mirror, watching with a smirk as you slowly rocked forward, a shaky whine spilling from your lips when his leg tensed under you

your hand planted on his other leg, nails digging into his skin as you rocked yourself as well as you could manage, a sticky mess building on his leg from your arousal

"the boys and i.. we talk about you, you know?.." he trailed, leaving kisses on your shoulder while you moaned at the though of them talking about the things they'd all done with you.

"and none of them can shut up about how well you respond.. when they tell you how good you are for them," your core pulsed, hips stuttering in your pace.

you weren't quite sure where he was going with his rant, which side of the coin he'd choose.

"is that true, pretty girl? you like it when they pretend you're this perfect angel, like you're not the prettiest little slut for us?" your eyes fluttered closed, and reopened to look into his own.

both. he was choosing both sides of the coin.

"mark, mark-" your grip on his leg tightened and he hummed, serving as a repetition to his question and not an acknowledgement of how close you were, nor your whimpers of his name.

"answer me," he murmured, bringing a hand in front of you and making light circles over your clit.

"m' a good girl. good for you, always. s' not- ah, not pretend" you breathed out, leaning your head back on his chest and looking up at him from there, rather than in the mirror

"please," you gasped, and you didn't even know yourself whether you were pleading with him to confirm you were good for him, or just to let you cum. though, one would probably result in the other.

"oh, look at you.. you do like it, don't you?" he teased, and you nodded obediently, peering up at him with all the hope you could muster.

though apparently your hope was for nothing, cause he moved his fingers away from your clit and grabbed your hips roughly, stopping your movement and effectively pressing pause on any stimulation you'd been feeling.

"no, no- was so close," you whispered, tears collecting at your waterline and both of your hands trying to pry marks off your body so you could go back to fucking yourself on him.

"shhh, pretty baby. m' gonna take my hands away and you're gonna sit nice and still, yeah? don't be a fucking brat, now," his voice was low and stern, your core throbbing against him and earning a chuckle

he hummed in satisfaction when you halted your attempts at forcing his hand, and you watched patiently as his forearm slayed over your stomach and he lifted your whole body with a one handed grip on your waist.

using his other hand, he aligned himself under you, pulling you down onto his cock and dropping you so that he immediately bottomed out.

you squealed, squeezing him so hard that he grunted and pried your thighs apart, slapping the inside of one hard enough for you to come back to yourself and try and relax your pelvis.

you gulped when you finally got used to the sudden intrusion, eyes fluttering shut and hips rocking gently.

he gripped your jaw, eyes jolting open as he forced you to look into the mirror in front of you.

"i told you to sit still" he barked, and you were smart enough to will away every aching desire to squirm.

since the last time you'd acknowledged yourself, you found that the lust drunk bliss on your face had increased tenfold and that you were now dripping down your thighs and onto marks, despite the two no longer rubbing against one another.

you also found that mark was staring, as well. drinking in every inch of exposed skin and massaging at your thighs when his eyes spent far too long focused between them, eyeing the way he was pressed into you and how stuffed you looked.

his arm made it's way back over your stomach, fingers gently grazing the imprint he was leaving on your stomach on their way across to your waist.

his voice was deep and crisp in your ear when he started to fuck up into you, one hand pulling you up, slamming you back down, and the other placing your thighs over his knees so they'd stay spread while he moved to paw at your tits, pinch your nipples.

"have you ever let any of us come inside?" and he sounded so calm that it hurt your head, confusion and fear melting together into a look that you gave him through the glass of his mirror.

".. s' against the rules," was all you said, shaky and wanting so desperately to grip onto him but wanting to be well behaved far more, so choosing to stay as he put you.

"that's not what i asked, pretty baby. i asked if you've let anyone," his fingers stopped messing with your nipple, instead his whole palm enveloped your left breast and the lines of his hand soaked in the scattered beat of your heart.

"no," you whispered, and it couldn't have been a more evident lie even if he hadn't felt the skip in the rhythm beating through your chest. he slammed up into you particularly roughly and you struggled not to scream, your eyes fluttering and tears dripping down your cheeks.

"no?" he asked again, his condescending tone ringing in your ears. if only you'd known he knew before his question even fell from his lips, you would've apologized rather than lying.

"so.. what was it, that you were begging mack to do the other night? promisin' him you wouldn't tell, saying you'd been so good," he tilted his head, the hand over your heart sneaking up around your throat, keeping your head straight so you'd look him in the eye.

"nothin'.. nothing, mark, i swear. just know he likes me talking, beggin'.. wanted to be good t' him," you cried, and he let out a dry chuckle.

"good girls don't lie.. n' i thought that's all you wanted, was for me to validate that little fantasy in your head where you're obedient, and sweet, and the best girl, and then.. you lie to me? m' starting to think the boys are liars, too. tellin' me you're this angel baby.." he trailed off, tutting breathily.

"if you're a good girl, you'll make it up to me, right, pretty baby?" he asked, coming up with his very own resolution for the problem he'd stuck you in.

"i'll- m' gonna make it up to you, swear it," your lead lolled back onto his shoulder from how dazed you were and he quickly perched your head right back up.

"gonna let me come inside? need to- i need it. need to know what it feels like to fill you up, baby," he squeezed your throat a little, your walls clenching around him and your eyes flickering between open and closed. you'd never been so loud, so twitchy for him and he was loving every last second.

you nodded, almost frantically, staring at where you and mark connected in the mirror while he hummed in satisfaction and gave you one last, rough thrust, leaking into you and dropping his hand from your neck, squeezing every inch of skin he could reach and moaning gently in your ear.

"there's a good girl. prettiest fucking whore f' me," he murmured, smiling blissfully when your legs made their way over his knees, clamping together while your walls pulsated around him.

you squeezed your eyes shut hard and clawed at his arm, shaking against his chest and moans spilling violently from red, swollen lips.

you heaved in his arms, chest rising and falling prominently while he used light circles on your clit to bring you down from an intense orgasm.

his hands slid to your hips, ready to pull you off him and you whined in retaliation, turning to nestle your face into his chest.

he smirked, keeping you taught to himself while he laid back, keeping you in top of him and petting your hair out of your face.

"mh. was always so annoying you never wanted cuddles, so warm, big," you babbled, clinging on tighter.

"always wanted cuddles, pretty baby. didn't know how to ask for 'em."

"kay, well. you're an idiot," he raised an eyebrow, adjusting his hips and earning an oversensitive whine

"watch yourself"

[renaissanceousia]

"this isn’t the arch seaweed brain" and everyone collectively fell to their knees

[milounyo44]

Page 4&5 of the TakaakHiro fancomic based on jasperaptor's fic And All the Lights in Your Room Look Like Stars . I'm working on at least one other page after this but after it might be it before some time ( ´ `)ノ🎣 (might do an actual fanart though, idk) if the quality is a bit low check it out on twt or bsky. Been feeling under the weather lately, they make me happy ww.

[fkapple]

Can we get some Emily and Sandy? 😮

I guess she gives you milk cause water isn’t an item, but like…no thanks I’ll take the heat stroke

[pharawee]

you can put your hand in mine should be fine [▷]

[un-pearable]

so sonic prime part 2 is looking great

come on wildbrain. TWO multiverses??? (cross-fandom context: sonic prime and ninjago are produced by the same studio. ninjago just revealed it’s latest season is ALSO about multiverse stuff. shenanigans abound.)

[hemi-demi]

Attack hug! *Jumps up and finally hugs his neck* I will get the glue off once I get my hug. And I only hug the best archivist! So good boy! *Makes sure to give head pats*

Jon needs to find even the littlest bit of self preservation, because Martin is exhausted.

follow up from this ask

[suntails]

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