#tw boundary pushing

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Can't Fix Fix A Broken Heart, Chapter 20

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Don't let sexy pirates push your boundaries. No matter how nice they seem.

Y/N POV

Deuce didn’t want you leaving the infirmary that night, so you spent your time staring out the window and not thinking. Thatch stayed with you until Deuce made him leave, saying the infirmary beds weren’t designed for two and that you needed rest. Thatch made you promise to come to him as soon as you were discharged in the morning. You couldn’t sleep even though you were bone weary. You couldn’t even gather your thoughts, you were lost in an unrelenting brain fog. It felt like you were adrift on a raft in a turbulent sea, waiting for something to happen. 

Deuce made a final round for the night, poking his head in your door.

“Y/N, are you still awake?” You turned your head to the direction of his voice.

“Yeah,” you croaked out. 

“I can give you something for sleep, if you’d like,” he said placidly. You considered it for a moment, but the thought of taking anything unsettled you.

“No, thank you.” You turned back to the window to watch the moon, but Deuce came in and shut the door behind him. He stood near the bed, awkwardly cracking his knuckles. He seemed uncomfortable.

“You know, I used to be with Ace.”

“As a first mate,” you replied. Ace had told you the story of how they met on Sixis and he got his devil fruit.

“That too, but I mean romantically. We used to be a couple.” That was news to you - Ace had never mentioned that.

“I broke it off with him after a while. He’s a great person, a great leader, a great Commander. I would be his first mate again in a heartbeat. But he can be extreme in his emotions, especially affection. He’s a…passionate man.” Your eyebrows knitted together at the end of Deuce’s statement. This was the second warning you’d gotten - first from Tate, now from Deuce. He wasn’t offering help, just alerting you to what you already knew. You felt like your raft on the water was approaching a tidal wave.

“Thanks Deuce.” You didn’t know what else to say.

“Goodnight, I’ll see you in the morning.” Deuce seemed relieved to have delivered his message and was ready to end the conversation there. 

“Goodnight.”

~~~

The next morning Deuce discharged you from the infirmary. As promised, you went to go see Thatch. You knew you were physically OK to work, but you still didn’t feel like yourself again. You were having wandering negative thoughts about the event as well as your reaction to it. You felt intense shame about being overwhelmed by something as simple as a dark room. You wished you could go hide in a closet but you knew you’d be punished. You trudged along the halls, making your way to the kitchen. You looked inside, watching Thatch instruct a younger sibling on knife cutting technique. He looked authoritative in that moment, with the younger pirate listening attentively to his every word. 

You poked your head all the way, gaining his attention.

“Oi, mami! Hold on, I’m on my way,” Thatch yelled, beaming at you. Others looked up and a few gave you a knowing smile. It embarrassed you that everyone knew you dined alone with Thatch. Maybe you’d talk to him today about getting back into the mess hall. You waited silently, taking stock of the kitchen happenings. You should do some of the dishes as a thank you for covering while you took Thatch away from the kitchens last night. You felt bad that their Commander kept having to leave to take care of you. You’d get to the dishes after breakfast, or maybe after lunch. You were feeling too on edge to be around a lot of people right now. 

Thatch wiped his hands off on a kitchen rag and grabbed a plate of food. He kissed the top of your head then led you out of the kitchen with an arm around your waist. You weren’t hungry - your stomach felt like it was twisted in knots. You allowed yourself to be led out to the dining room and sat on Thatch’s lap. He attempted to feed you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to eat. You hoped he wouldn’t be too mad.

“I’m sorry, my stomach hurts. I’m not very hungry right now.” You cringed at how pathetic you sounded. 

“OK cari ñ a . Do you need to go back to the infirmary?” Thatch asked kindly, like he was talking to a child. You shook your head. You didn’t think there was anything they could do to help you. This always happened to you after an event like yesterday. One time you hadn’t been able to eat for nearly a week after you freaked out.

“Just sit with me for a few minutes and drink some juice. Yesterday was a long day for you, no wonder you’re worn out.” You were spacing out again, nodding to whatever he asked you to do. You sipped the juice he brought to your lips, unable to concentrate on anything. Thatch was talking to you but you couldn’t parse what he was saying.

“I feel weird,” was all you said to him. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmured to you. “Maybe you should rest more until you feel better. Doesn’t that sound nice? To relax and lay in bed? You can go to my room and I’ll make sure you’re ok. Would you let me do that? Do your worrying for you?” You nodded along with his words. Maybe it would be nice to let him do the worrying. Maybe you should listen. You got off his lap and waited for Thatch to stand up and lead you away.

~~~

Later that day you felt a little better. You’d spent the day relaxing in Thatch’s room, dozing off occasionally, and zoning out. He’d brought you food in the afternoon and fed you a few bites. Your stomach still hurt and you weren’t hungry. Thatch warned you that if you didn’t eat more he’d have to alert Marco when he returned. That scared you enough to eat a slice of bread. You didn’t want Marco to be angrier at you than he already would be. 

It was the mid afternoon and you were lightly snoozing in the space between reality and dreaming. You heard the door open and close and felt the bed dip on the side. You opened an eye and saw Thatch sitting near you with a yellow bundle.

“Wake up Amorcita, ” he said gently. “I have something for you.” You exhaled and sat up, stretching your arms over your head.

“Here,” he said, passing you the bundle. It was a yellow sundress. You touched the light, gauzy cotton fabric. It was an A-line dress with a ruched bust and a sweetheart neckline. It was cute and would look lovely on almost anyone.

“It’s for you, for dinner tonight. We’re dressing up.” You scrunched your nose trying to remember if there was a party. 

“Why? Did something happen? What’s the crew celebrating?” 

“No, no. Only you and I are dressing up. We’re having a special dinner together,” he said amusedly. 

“It almost sounds like a date,” you said, your smile reaching your eyes.

“ Mami, it IS a date,” he said. “I want you to wear this. Maybe I’ll even let you sit on your own chair.” He finished his statement with a wink.

“Wha-why? You don’t need to - I don’t need a special - I can’t take - “ you were flustered and tried to give him back the dress. Thatch crossed his arms in displeasure, causing your words to dry out on your tongue. You brought the fabric back to your chest. Thatch reached out and patted your exposed leg.

“We’re doing this because I want to. Not because I need to. Dinner’s the same time as always.” He watched you awkwardly fiddle with the fabric. You weren’t sure if you felt up to it tonight, but Thatch wasn’t asking. 

“ Tesora , you deserve to have nice things. You deserve to be treated like the incredible woman you are. Trust me.” He leaned in and kissed your lips softly. 

So for the first time in almost a decade, you were going on a date.

~~~

Thatch POV

A few hours later and you were wearing the yellow sundress and a pair of espadrilles you’d likely borrowed from one of the nurses. You were walking along the deck on your way to him and turning heads with every step. You looked absolutely enchanting without trying. But you were uncomfortable and didn’t know what to do with the attention, looking like you wanted to hide. Thatch was on the top deck as well, watching the situation play out. He had been dropping off a nutritious snack to Oyaji when you emerged, his last task before he was off duty. He lost his concentration when giving Oyaji his food. Thatch felt a friendly pat on the back.

“Can I expect a grandchild soon, my son?”

The comment startled Thatch out of his reverie and back to Oyaji.

“Sorry about that Pops,” he said, embarrassed at being caught slacking. “I’m not sure how soon but I wouldn’t be opposed,” he said musingly. You’d just come on board, they still wanted to have their fun unhindered. But thinking about you pregnant with their child was very appealing. A passing idea had Thatch wondering when Marco could get some fertility drugs. 

Oyaji laughed and took the platter that Thatch was still holding up. He hadn’t moved since he saw you walking across the deck.

“GRARARARARARA, well don’t keep an old man waiting too long. Enjoy your night.” With that, Oyaji clapped him lightly on the shoulder and Thatch was dismissed.  He ran up behind you, putting a hand on your clothed upper back. He’d made sure that the dress covered your entire back to make you feel as comfortable as possible. You flinched, and turned around. Your eyes widened as you took in his appearance. He was wearing a linen gray version of his normal outfit, complete with yellow sash. 

“Oh, we match,” you said, fingering the sash at his neck. With the heels you were a few inches taller but still much shorter than he was.

“ Claro, mija. How else will everyone know we’re a couple?” Your lips pressed into a thin line.

“Don’t worry, Marco and Ace too. But right now it’s just you and me,” he said, bringing your hand to his mouth and kissing it.  Were you worried about Marco and Ace? How thoughtful of you. You tried to pull it away but Thatch didn’t let you.

“Are you embarrassed of my love, mi sol ?” Thatch said with a frown. Thatch knew that wasn’t the case but he wanted you to stop pulling away.

“N-no! No, it’s not that. I just feel exposed, like everyone is watching me.”

“They are. You’re the most beautiful thing here.” 

“Don’t say things like that.” You said, getting flustered.

“Why not? It’s true. Little by little, I’m going to have you believe me.��� With that, he took your hand in his and led you to the private dining room. Thatch wanted to get you out of your own head and he thought a formal date might be a good way to do it. He had spent some time creating a romantic environment for your first date. There were long tapered candles on the table, creating a soft glow. He had put a white tablecloth on the table with yellow runners, accentuating the yellow theme between you. He decided to let you sit by yourself for this special occasion and the two place settings were gleaming in the dim light. There was an uncorked bottle of wine waiting for the two of you. He had cooked a special dinner separate from what the rest of the crew was eating, an excellent blue plated lobster. He’d had to trade in some favors to Namur to get it but it was worth it to spoil you.

Thatch walked you over to your chair and pulled it out for you. You sat down and put your napkin on your lap, etiquette kicking in despite your nerves. He poured you a glass of wine and watched you sip it daintily. 

“This is really beautiful, thank you Thatch,” you said while admiring the ambiance. 

“My pleasure, I wish I could do this for you every day. But for tonight, let’s enjoy the food, company, and wine.” Thatch served you some chili shrimp aperitifs to begin the meal. The conversation began haltingly since you were wound up, but between Thatch’s silver tongue and the wine it didn’t take long until you’d loosened up a little. Thatch was telling you stories about himself and Marco when they were young, ending in you heartily laughing at their foolishness. It was so endearing to hear you laugh and enjoy yourself. You had a light in your eyes and were fully in the present, enjoying your time. It felt like a real date, not like one on the Moby surrounded by siblings who would all hound him for details the second you were gone. 

After a light dessert, Thatch crossed over to the other end of the room where a music snail was dozing. He pressed some buttons on the side and it began to sing a slow song. Thatch walked back to you and extended his hand expectantly. 

“Oh, ah, I don’t know how to dance,” you blurted.

“Then allow me the pleasure of swaying with you in my arms,” Thatch replied. You looked up at him nervously but dutifully put down your napkin and took his hand. He pulled you up out of your chair and into his chest. He swept his arm around your waist, tugging you close to him. Like he said, he didn’t force you to do any actual dancing, though he suspected you would be good at it if he taught you. You just swayed together in time to the soft music. At the end of the song, Thatch spun you and brought you back to him, making you laugh lightly. 

Y/N POV

You were having a surprisingly good time on this date. It was almost…normal. Thatch was charming, thoughtful, and had cooked an incredible meal. He had told you funny stories about his and Marco’s past and even a few younger Ace stories you hadn’t heard yet. The food had been phenomenal and you’d been able to sit on your own chair for a change. You really didn’t know how to dance but that didn’t seem to bother Thatch. He happily swayed in place with you for a few songs. Then he started to spin you, dip you, and kiss your hand like you’d read about in books long ago. It was wonderfully romantic. You felt treasured, like someone was spending all their time and energy on making sure you were happy and pleased. 

After a while of dancing, Thatch leaned in and whispered into your ear.

“Come, cari ña . Let’s finish our dancing elsewhere.” He pulled you out of the dining room and along the halls to his room. You thought he would usher you into the room immediately to launch into more sexual activity but instead he leaned over your in the doorframe. You looked around - what did he want you to do?

“I walked you home, aren’t you supposed to thank me for the date?” Thatch supplied with a smile.

“Oh, ha! I guess yeah, you did,” you said awkwardly. “Thank you for the date. It was very nice, I enjoyed myself. Thank you for cooking, the food was marvelous.” You hooked your hair behind your ear. 

“And my goodnight kiss?” Thatch teased, still looming over you. You nodded. You guessed it was only fair to give him a kiss after he helped you yesterday and had put so much effort into tonight. You went up on your toes and put your arms on his biceps. You pulled him down slightly and he brought his face to yours. You pressed your lips onto his, not sure if he wanted more than a simple peck. You pulled back.

“Come now, surely I get more than that?” Thatch said sadly. OK, so he did want more. This time you put your hands on his shoulders and when he came down to you, you kissed his broad neck. You put one hand on the back of his head and the other by his carotid, feeling the blood pulse quickly in his veins. You littered kisses on his neck up towards his rugged jaw, licking and biting when the mood struck you. By the time you made it to his mouth, he was practically panting.

“We can’t stop now mami, you’re driving me crazy.” He reached behind you and turned the knob to his room and pushed you in gently. “It’s going to be a little different tonight,” Thatch said to you. You furrowed your brow. What did that mean? Different how?

Thatch started removing his clothing, starting by unbuttoning his shirt slowly. “Tonight,” he continued, “you get to take what you want.” He had removed his shirt and was sitting on the bed. “Come,” he said, motioning you over, “take.” 

You wobbled over to him. You weren’t sure if it was from the wine, his saving you the previous day, or his romantic notions, but you were actually in the mood. You sat on his lap facing him still wearing your sundress, your legs bent and shins resting on the bed. Thatch removed your shoes for you, dropping them one by one on the floor. You could feel the prominent bulge of his erection already and you’d hardly kissed. 

You had enjoyed making him want you when you kissed him earlier, so you resumed teasing him. You held his face in your hands and licked up the column of his neck, earning you a shudder. You kissed his neck and worked your way up to his ears, biting gently down on the lobes. Thatch growled and you started kissing him deeply and urgently, entwining your tongues. You started rolling your hips on his lap, seeking friction. You were still wearing your clothes so you moved the dress out of the way so your pussy was rubbing on his pants. Thatch reached under your dress to feel your ass.

“No panties?” he said, breaking away from the kiss. He grabbed the fleshiest part of your ass hard and pulled. “What a naughty little thing you are. On the first date too?” He smacked your ass lightly.

“They were all in the l-laundry,” you replied as you jumped with the smack. 

“Show me how wet you are already,” Thatch said, bringing his fingers towards your pussy. You lifted yourself up onto your shins so he could feel you. He rubbed his fingers through your slit, feeling the wetness leaking from you. 

“See how much you want me already? See how much you love me?” Thatch was murmuring to you while he started to stroke your pussy. You didn’t want to think about what he was saying so you regained your courage and pushed him backwards on the bed leaning over him. Thatch laughed and pulled your hips down, allowing you to grind harder on him. 

“What do you need mami ?” he asked imploringly. “Let me make you feel good,” he said, starting to unbuckle his belt. You helped him remove his pants and belt, leaving his proud cock to spring free. You’d never had sex with Thatch before - his girth was intimidating. You grabbed the bottom of the dress to pull it over your head, whipping it off in one fell swoop. You practically ripped your bra off your back - you hated those things anyway - freeing your breasts. Thatch couldn’t contain himself and reached up to roll your nipples with his fingertips. He then cupped your sensitive breasts, massaging them gently. You were ready for action so you aligned yourself and pushed yourself down onto the tip of his cock. You were rocking yourself down slowly, inch by inch. Thatch had a pained expression on his face as he allowed you to set the pace. 

“So perfect, so t-tight,” Thatch said as he pinched your nipples. He looked like he was in agony while you enjoyed the stretch of his cock. You finally bottomed out, feeling every inch of him deep in you. Thatch bucked up, causing you to move up and down. The movement felt so good you moaned. You started rocking forwards and backwards trying to get his cock to hit your most sensitive spot. Thatch reached between you and lightly stroked your clit as you were moving. To let him have better access, you switched to moving your hips in a tight circle, which made him groan. 

“Thatch, please, can you -” you were having trouble moving in a way that would get you closer to orgasm. It felt good but it wasn’t moving you towards your goal. Thatch didn’t respond, just pulled your torso closer with a hand on your back so he could suck on your tits while he bounced you on his cock. He had a hand on your hip, keeping you in place while he fucked you. You felt your pussy throb around him as he took control. You dug your nails into his chest and whined as you felt yourself starting to pulse with a coming climax.

“You love what I can do for you, you love the way I make you feel,” Thatch said to you. You nodded as he continued to pound into you from below.

“Say it,” Thatch commanded as he took his hand off your hip and rubbed his thumb on your clit.

“I l-love what you do,” you said, trying to chase the high. Thatch took his arm off your back and smacked your ass.

“No. You love the way I make you feel,” he said harshly. He started rubbing and fucking you slower to allow you to get the words out.

“I-i love the w-way you make me f-feel,” you choked out. 

“Again.” You were getting so close your toes were starting to curl.

“I love the w-way y-you m-make me feel!” you practically shouted.

“Good girl. Now let’s get you to come.” He rubbed you and fucked into you at a crushing pace. You felt the coil in your belly winding tighter and tighter until you finally shattered. Thatch didn’t stop until you had to plead with him. He pulled your sweaty torso down to rest on his. He rubbed your back while you caught your breath, hard cock still sheathed within you.

“More?” Thatch asked you, pushing your hair off your face.

“Mmhmmm,” you said dreamily. Thatch smiled and flipped you over, ready to grant your next wish.

~~~

By the end of the experience, you’d come at least four times and had screamed Thatch’s name so loud you were sure the whole ship had heard you. He’d made you express a few…weird things during sex, like how you needed him and how you loved being with him, but maybe that was just a kink he had. It wasn’t like he had made you say you loved him or anything. You were tuckered out as Thatch took care of you afterwards, cleaning you tenderly and bringing you late night tea. 

Thatch fell asleep quickly after pulling you to his side once you were settled for bed. But you couldn’t turn off your mind to sleep. You wanted to walk around or work or do something but you didn’t think you could. First, you could hear Thatch’s snoring and didn’t want to bother him by leaving the bed. He worked hard and was helping you a lot, even if some of it made you uncomfortable. He needed to sleep too, not just deal with your problems. Second, the last time you tried to leave he punished you, so you didn’t want to go anywhere. Which left you lying in the bed, fidgeting and fretting, biting your lips and pinching your fingers, watching the clouds outside the window. You didn’t think sleep was going to come tonight.

You were lost in thought when blue flames trailing outside the window startled you. Marco was back! You loved seeing his phoenix form and craned your neck to keep watching him. You saw his human head turn and look through the window, spotting you almost immediately. You made a small wave, making Marco smile serenely. You knew he was going to be upset you weren’t sleeping but there wasn’t much you could do, and you were following the rules. 

“Y/N, why are you awake at this hour?” Marco said through the open window. He hadn’t admonished you yet but you could sense it coming.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you whispered. Marco frowned.

“Hmm. I’ll get you to sleep. I’m just getting back now. My office, twenty minutes. No panties.” Marco gave you his orders and flew upwards to the deck. It didn’t sound like he was going to give you another cup of chamomile tea. 

[candygurl-gumdropz]

I’ve been thinking about some stuff lately and it’s helped me put a few things in perspective.

Like, I used to be a really cuddly and affectionate kid until I turned around 10/11 and I suddenly completely turned off of it (outside of my mom, maternal grandparents, and sister) until I was about 14-15.

I didn’t even know why I suddenly didn’t like things such as hugs and cuddles anymore, but I think I figured out the issue: People would not respect my boundaries and consent, either by pressuring me into hugging them, ranting to me about how I’m not a little girl anymore and think I am “too old to cuddle/hug”, or just straight out ignored my “no” and did it anyways.

For context, around 9 I stopped saying “yes” all the time and would start saying “no” sometimes cuz I didn’t feel like it.

While not immediate, several months of this turned physical affection into something that was overstimulating into me and I turned off of it completely.

While my maternal grandparents, mom, step-dad, and sister never forced themselves on me in the way that other family did. This caused me to not turned away from affection with them. (Though I did refuse to hug my sister for a few months when I was around 15-16 cuz she kept pressuring me to hug her)

I’m a lot better now, but affection can still be overstimulating for me if forced upon me,

Also, in hindsight, my bio dad yelling at me about how he wanted his old, happy daughter back and he hates how I won’t cuddle and kiss him on the couch anymore when I was 12 is really fucking creepy in hindsight..

Sorry, just something that I realized and needed to get off my chest. Please remember to respect kid’s boundaries and take their “no”s seriously.

[give-grian-rights]

you'll look good when you're not an abusive piece of shit who doesnt understand consent. love him using his real name. why the fuck are all the names on the thumbnail? you trying to tell the non mcyt fans of your music "haha nooo im not wilbur soot the abuser!! im will gold the artist!!"

fuck will gold.

Considering how low his understanding of consent is, chances are you're supporting an eventual sex offender.

[chaotic-orphan]

Defiant Leader x Confident Villain (6)

Read part one here! //Continued from here

TW: VERY INTIMATE CREEPY WHUMPER WHO DOESN’T RESPECT BOUNDARIES, WHUMPER WHO DOESN’T UNDERSTAND NO, boundary pushing whumper, close proximity whumper, whumper making whumpee uncomfortable, borderline SA? Kind of? Idk how to tag it, just kind of borderline implied douchebag but i think it can be triggering for people so beware

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“Leader?” Villain asked, lunging forward and grabbing Leader’s face in their hands. “Hey, hey. Leader?”

There wasn’t anything except panic racing through their mind as Villain’s fingers trailed down to Leader’s neck, pressing in gently on his pulse. Only then did they relax, tension leaving their shoulders and calves as they pushed back on their heels and just stared at Leader.

“You scared me, you dick,” Villain muttered to nobody. Leader must have passed out from the pain. Doctor did warn them that that could happen when she was training them. Maybe it was a good thing Leader was passed out while his bones fused themselves together again.

Villain ran a hand through their hair, blowing a breath through their lips as they began to pack up their bag. They unclipped the used needle head and put it in the bag of disposables. Supervillain wouldn’t notice one more used anyways, the bag was half full.

No, their rational voice drawled, sarcasm thick. Supervillain wouldn’t notice something so minute at seeing Leader’s healed hand that he took the effort to break. He’ll never notice.

Villain ignored it as they stood, bag in hand. It would be fine. They’d burn that bridge when they came to it.

Villain cranked the metal door open and froze. Supervillain’s sharp eyes met theirs. Villain, the usually calm and cool, collected Villain froze like a child with their hand caught in the cookie jar. Their skulduggery was even childish, quickly hiding the bag behind their back as if Supervillain hadn’t just seen it in their hands.

“Villain,��� Supervillain said with a winning smile. Supervillain held a hand up to the person he was talking to, muttering something Villain couldn’t hear before he started walking towards Villain. “So funny, I was just looking for you.”

“Oh, really?” Villain asked, their voice coming out higher than they would’ve liked so they cleared it and pitched it down. “Well, I was just doing my rounds, sir.”

“Were you? So vigilant. How about I inspect it? Like the old days?”

The lie died on their lips at Supervillain’s pointed look. The look that didn’t accept No for an answer. Villain swallowed and inclined their head.

“Of course, sir,” they said pushing the door to Leader’s room back open. Supervillain stepped in and told Villain to shut the door again. Villain didn’t hesitate, though their arms felt heavy as they cranked the door shut again until it sealed properly.

Villain turned to face Supervillain. Even he was dwarfed by the size of the room. It was a bunker from World War II, Supervillain told them when he first showed Villain around. It stored plane parts and guns, ammunition. It was a giant concrete void of space, that Supervillain had repurposed to be his interrogation room.

Villain was far less flashy. The more claustrophobic the better for his victims, though… Leader was able to find the flaw in that approach.

“Hmm,” Supervillain said, drawing Villain’s eyes to his face. “Would you look at that, Villain. Leader’s hand is miraculously healed.”

Villain stepped forward. It was better to admit their guilt now then draw it out and incur Supervillain’s wrath twice.

“I can explain.”

“Can you? I’d love to hear it.”

Villain swallowed and paused, searching for the words because what the fuck were they supposed to say? Villain was Supervillain’s second best interrogator, his best torturer and here they were floundering for words to defend healing Leader’s hand. Their enemy. Supervillain’s prisoner.

Supervillain tilted his head. “No? Do you want me to explain?”

“No, Supervillain… I— listen, I—”

“No, no, no, no,” Supervillain said, wagging a finger at Villain. Only gently scolding them. “I have an even better idea. How about we ask Leader what happened?”

Villain’s eyes shot to Leader, still slumped in his seat and back to Supervillain again. “He’s passed out.”

“I can rectify that,” Supervillain said sweetly. Villain shook their head, holding their hands up placatingly.

“Wait, wait, wait — Supervillain, please. I can—”

“Explain. Please,” Supervillain said, bending to pick up the hammer. His kind, pleasant smile still on his face as he swung the hammer between his fingers. “While I still have some semblance of patience.”

Villain gathered their composure, stuttering wouldn’t help them pacify Supervillain. Villain forced their body to relax before speaking. “You broke every bone in his hand,” Villain said. “The risk of infection was high and then you’d get nothing out of him.”

“And what do I want to get out of him?”

Villain shifted their stance. “He knows exactly who hired him from the commission. He knows who is gunning for you, personally. Shouldn’t we at least try to extract that information before we ki—”

Villain choked on the word. Desperate eyes realising their mistake flashed to Supervillain, searching for sympathy.

“And we can’t extract that information from someone with a broken hand, can we, Villain?” Supervillain asker, sarcasm coating every word. “You’re the expert after all. My expert.”

Supervillain walked around Leader’s chair towards Villain, hammer still in hand. Villain swallowed hard, forcing themselves to remain upright. Not to falter or show weakness. They had no reason to be afraid of Supervillain. Supervillain was their friend. Supervillain trusted them.

Now if they could just assure their heart of that fact maybe it would stop jack-rabbiting in their chest. Supervillain stopped in front of Villain, staring down at them. Villain couldn’t quite meet their gaze so instead they stared at his shoulder. Supervillain swung the hammer between their fingers, but Villain didn’t flinch. Then the metal head of the hammer was under their chin, forcing their head up to meet Supervillain’s icy eyes.

Every muscle in their thighs tensed and released, getting ready to run which was ridiculous because why would they run from Supervillain? If their body could just catch up to their brain that would help them a bunch in this moment.

“I want you to grab the medic bag and bring it back to the medbay,” Supervillain told them. The tension almost melted from their body at his words. See? There was nothing to worry about! Villain nodded, though it wasn’t very effective with the hammer under their chin.

“Of course, sir.” Villain said, moving to grab the bag. The hammer stopped them, this time lightly on their cheek, turning their attention back to Supervillain. Something else hid behind Supervillain’s eyes now, like glittering amusement.

“I’m not finished. When you return the bag, I want you to grab the other for me.”

Villain’s brows drew down over their eyes. “The other bag, sir?”

“Yes,” Supervillain said with a grin. His eyes seemed to glisten with malice, drawing Villain further and further into their crystal blue depths. “Your toolkit.”

Villain stiffened. Supervillain’s smile cut into his face.

“And bring it back here, hmm? I think you’re right, Vil. I think we need to get information from him. Leader seems like a tough nut to crack, but, well, I don’t have to tell you that. You probably know all the things that make him tick. Where to poke and prod, and slice.”

Villain’s hands started shaking at their sides, which they quickly balled, trying to hide the tremble from Supervillain. The reluctance. Fuck. Fuck!

Supervillain wanted Villain to torture Leader… that is not what he meant when he said interrogate him! Villain was just trying to come up with a way that would leave Leader still breathing.

Because you care for him, a nasty voice said in the back of Villain’s head. Even after everything, you still care for him, and Supervillain knows.

This is a test.

Villain nodded again. “I couldn’t agree more, sir. Leader would never turn on his team without incentive.”

Supervillain hummed his approval, dropping the hammer from Villain’s cheek. “My, my Villain. You’re going after the whole team now. I didn’t know you could be so vicious.”

Villain inclined their head, a coy smile on their lips that made themself sick. “Of course you did, sir. It’s one of the reasons you keep me around.”

“We’ll see, won’t we?” Supervillain’s smile was pleasant. His words held a very thinly veiled threat. We’ll see if you stay around after torturing Leader. “Don’t be long! I can’t wait to see this.”

Villain didn’t trust their voice so they nodded. It seemed satisfactory enough. Villain grabbed the bag and walked to the door, cranking it open and stepping out. They froze as the door closed behind them, for just a second. They had to do this. They had to do this. They had to torture Leader, or else they would both end up on Supervillain’s to-be-killed list.

Villain didn’t want to end up in a cell next to Leader. Not with how hard they worked to climb the ranks of Supervillain’s organisation. Not to mention some of the enemies Villain had made here who would just love to see them taken down a peg. Reduced to nothing, another prisoner for them to torture. No, Villain refused to put themself in that position. Not even Leader would get in their way of that.

They took their time bringing the bag back to the medbay, grateful that it was on the other side of the bunker, closer to the entrance. It made sense if anyone got injured in the field, but… it was also closer to Villain’s room. Or rather, their workshop, as Supervillain called it.

Villain’s footsteps seemed to echo down the halls, bouncing off the walls and back to their ears, as loud as gunshots. They shouldn’t have tried to help Leader in the first place! What kind of idiot were they? Healing a prisoner? One that Supervillain had personally seen to! They let their emotions get in the way once, they were not about to make the same mistake twice.

Villain opened the door to their workshop. It was a glorified shed of a room with all different torture devices hung perfectly on the wall. Everything was even from the hooks to the actual tools; sorted in groups that made sense to Villain, whips and blunt objects on one side, knives in a group of their own, and miscellaneous others, like tasers and pliers on the other.

Villain glared at the objects now, bending and grabbing his leather bag from under the metal table. Their mutinous brain was working against them, cataloging all the different things that would make Leader break. The knives were Villain’s favourite, but they doubted Leader would break under that kind of pain. It stung, but only for a little while. Still… It was Villain’s specialty and Supervillain would raise his brows if Villain came back without any.

Villain packed a few, and their nasty whip that left their victims screaming and sobbing in their restraints, begging for mercy.

Villain froze as a horrible thought crossed their mind. Leader would turn into one of their victims now. One of their actual victims. Villain was going to have to make Leader beg and plead and cry and scream— they screwed their eyes shut trying to scrub the image from their mind.

It would soon be undeniably in front of them as they caused the damage anyways. They just needed to retreat to that unemotional recess in their brain. Turn on survival mode, just do what they needed to do and hate themselves later for it.

It would be easy, they told themselves. Maybe if they told themselves that enough, they might actually start to believe it. Well… they could live in hope.

“Knock, knock,” Villain straightened, their back going rigid at the voice. “Hey Vil, I saw you sneak into your friend’s room earlier. Are you bringing them something to keep them entertained while they visit?”

Villain turned, not bothering to hide the look of revulsion that appeared on their face whenever they saw Rival. Rival was the definition of a piece of shit personified. He was tall, a creep that made Villain’s skin crawl, and handsome which automatically gave him a licence to be the world’s leading expert on how to not respect people’s boundaries. Rival thought everyone was in love with him, and could give a masterclass on: how to be a bastard while sucking up to your superiors.

“Yeah. Do you want to come? I can beat the shit out of you while they watch, that should keep them entertained.”

Rival smiled his horrible, handsome smile. He had to bend slightly to step through the door into Villain’s workshop. Villain glared at him as he walked over to the wall of knives and took one between his fingers.

“Oh, how I’d love to come and watch…” Rival said, shooting Villain a sideways glance. “You know how much I love to watch you work.”

Villain’s nose scrunched up in distaste. “You ratted me out to Supervillain.”

“Ratted you out? No. Never,” Rival said, turning his body to Villain’s and stepped closer. Rival pressed the flat of the blade under Villain’s chin, tilting their head up to look him in the eye. He had chocolate brown eyes that reminded Villain a little of Medic’s, but where Medic’s were cold and logical, Rival’s were a sickening kind of warm. “Supervillain just asked about your whereabouts and I told him the last place I saw you was in the medbay.”

Villain’s glare turned cutting. “Oh don’t look at me like that, Vil,” Rival said with a pout. “We’re on the same team here.”

Rival stepped impossibly closer, forcing Villain’s head up at an uncomfortable angle. “Why is it you can get along with everyone else but me, hmm?”

Villain’s arm twitched up but they stopped when they felt the blade knick their throat. Rival’s eyes got brighter as Villain felt a bead of blood surface.

“Maybe because not everyone here is a creep like you.”

Rival smirked down at Villain. “It’s just the two of us here, Vil,” Rival said with a honeyed voice, dragging the blade up, tracing the outline of Villain’s skull with the tip of the dagger. Rival’s hand replaced the blade at Villain’s throat, tightening when Villain tried to step away. “You like all the attention I give you. Admit it.”

Villain swallowed, feeling the weight of Rival’s hand like a collar as they did.

“Supervillain’s expecting me,” is all Villain replied, expression blank. The corner of Rival’s lips twitched up, but he let Villain go. Villain went back to packing their bag, as if Rival wasn’t there.

Villain was glad of the distraction, ignoring the slight tremble in their hands that usually followed an interaction with Rival. They walked over to the chemical cabinet. The drugs that drove Supervillain’s prisoners mad, that heightened all sensation and set nerves alight in agony.

Supervillain was more sadistic than Villain. He liked when people screamed and cried, and writhed in pain. Even when Villain told him it wasn’t necessary to get information. Especially traitors. He liked to sit in and watch them in their lowest moments, screaming and begging for help, for a mercy that Supervillain would never give.

Rival’s eyes never left Villain as they moved about, packing the last of the things they needed in their bag. They grabbed the handles of their bag in one hand, about to zip it up when Rival’s hand slid over Villain’s and stopped them.

“Take this one too, Vil,” Rival said, depositing the knife he used to knick Villain’s throat into the bag. Villain shivered as Rival brushed the small cut on their throat, ignoring his hungry gaze. “Trust me when I say it’s work is delightful.”

Villain didn’t say anything in return. They zipped up the bag and turned away from Rival, only focused on getting away from the monster beside them. Once they stepped out of the corridor of their workshop, Villain put their hand over their mouth and sucked in a startled breath, tears pricking the backs of their eyes. They wanted to be sick, but Supervillain…

Supervillain was… Supervillain was expecting them. They took the moment to gather themselves before straightening again and walking purposefully towards Leader’s cell.

Villain held their head high. They could compartmentalise that encounter until later. Right now they had to be Supervillain’s Villain. Supervillain’s protégé, his in house torture expert and interrogator. They had no time to be regular Villain.

Hell… Villain hadn’t seen that vulnerable side to themselves in a while. Maybe Leader did make them weak. Maybe they would have never reached their potential if they had stayed with Leader… and Medic and Rogue…

They steeled their heart once they turned down the hall of Leader’s cell. Reminiscing wouldn’t help them with what was to come. In fact, it would most likely hurt them and prevent them from doing what they had to do. What needed to be done. Their loyalty to Leader was dead and they had to prove it.

Villain wasn’t an idiot, this was a test. To see when it came down to it, who was Villain really? The pathetic nobody that Leader remembered or a valued member of Supervillain’s organisation?

Not only that, but which one served them better at this moment in time? This was the last thing that Villain wanted to do today, but whatever God that was watching them was a sadistic freak that liked to see Villain suffer. Maybe they deserved Rival’s attention, maybe it was their karma for what they were about to do.

Villain took a breath and opened the door then disappeared inside, the metal cranking closed behind them.

*~*~*~*~*

A.N — Sorry it’s short, and also a cliffhanger, it would have been too long if I continued it but next part soon!!! Thank you for reading :)

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[onlyinmy-ass]

It starts with little touches, innocent and plausibly deniable, holding of hands if he sees I’m stressed and wants to comfort, a congratulatory hug for a job well done. He asks if it’s ok and I say of course

Then when we sit together and he’s closer than he as any need to be, he puts his hand on my thigh, tells me it’s okay to do the same, that I can touch him and it doesn’t mean anything, we’re friends right? He asks if it’s ok and I say of course

He pulls me aside when I’m quietly working and asks personal questions, what’s going on in life? Am I ok? I seem depressed is there anything he can do? He takes an interest and offers himself as an anchor against the tide and remembers every detail I give as I sob my sorrows out loud, putting them away to bring them up again another day

We see eachother outside of work at group socials and soon he asks to meet up for coffee to socialise privately; he suggests my place since he knows I don’t like busy cafes; I’m nervous but we’re friends, right? And I’ve never had this much attention before so when he asks if it’s ok, I say of course

He’s touchier in private, hands on my arms, my knees, slowly moving up to my thighs, touching my face, my hair. He’s in my space and we’re alone, there’s nowhere to go and he says how beautiful and kissable I am, he’s got a wife but believes in polyamory and alternative setups and, oh, you can kiss your friends and that’s what we are, right? He asks if it’s ok and I say of course

He comes around to my house again and again, there’s dinner and he wraps his arms around me and pulls me to his side into a tight embrace, and where can I go? What can I say when he he asks if it’s ok except of course because everything else has been fine and friends can be like this, and that’s what we are right?

Friends get erections around each other, and monogamy is a sham, my hands already on his thigh so why not lift it just a little further, it’s not so bad, I don’t need to be scared, he can fix what’s broken in me and his fingers are trailing up my back and oh they’re between my legs and fuck he says I’m so wet, that’s right, let him help, He asks if it’s good and I say of course

He turns me over and his cock is between my legs, he’s holding me tight against he chest and I’m just looking at the clock as he pushes inside me, wondering if it’s gonna be over quickly so I can clean up and get ready for work later tonight

He sticks around after, offers to clean us both us and I lay there and say of course because I can’t move, can’t think, he says I should come meet his kid sometime and all I want to do is scream because how did it end up like this and He asks if I’m ok and I say of course

The realisation that he’s not my friend, that he has and always has been my boss, that he’s always been a man who could overpower me in a split second, who was manipulating me from the start, I could never really say no without fear of repercussions or further isolation and embarrassment at work, leaves me broken

He corners me at work and asks if I’m ok and I say of course because admitting that I’m not would only make it worse; he says he wants me to stay back tonight so we can go over that project but I know now what he wants and he knows that I will give it up and when he says is that okay, I bow my head and say of course

[teal-fiend]

preds who feed psychologically. By making them feel important, you can feed their ego. Easily flattered, because it literally sates their hunger. Easily offended because it starves them of their meal.

I dont know what the prey is in this concept. Excpet maybe the pred is able to see compliments as entities that they are able to devour.

Maybe for this reason they are very capable of realising peoples intentions, because the pred can see and eat peoples thoughts about them

[ramonag-if]

Me reading today's asks:

How did we get from cute romance and hilarious family drama asks to incest and cannibalism? 😂🤣

You know this fandom is never boring 😂😂 We've got to spice up the asks somehow 🤣

[blatantlyhidden]

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[poebrey]

gonna write a whole thing someday about how characters of color who clearly have a history of trauma or mental health issues aren’t given consideration or acknowledgement in the fandom imagination

[jwooyoung]

free serotonin part 2: ending fairies - for @taeminblr

[sunflowertoonz]

Im normal im normal im normal-

WHAT THE HECK AM I DRAWING?!

Its a jigglypuff in lingerie. What has my life gone to. I need a nap. I need bleach. I need to delete the canvas but im in too deep

Im going to put a translucent shirt or robe over this i physically cannot handle it-

[manufactoredxbyxdesign]

[ teal ]

[ teal ]  which fandom has been your favorite to be a part of? which has been the least favorite?

[Dead by Daylight and Resident Evil are honestly the most receptive fandoms I've been a part of. It's kind of why I took to them like a duck to water - people get along well in both of those fandoms and there's not a whole lot of nonsense or senseless drama in either.]

[I'm .... probably gonna upset a few people by saying this but in my opinion any "fandom" centered around real life people: Kpop stans, "Swifties", creepyasta voice overs, etc.

I find that there's a really unhealthy tendency towards parasocial relationships in those. My general attitude is if your fanbase has you treating a real person like public property I want nothing to do with it.]

[applecherry108]

[to the tune of the Lego Movie’s “Everything is Awesome”]

Everything is stressful! 🙃

Every-thing causes anxiety! 🙃

Everything is stressful!! 🙃🙃

When you have ADHD! 🙃🙃🙃

[earl-grey-love]

On the topic of non-human si/ocs, I really have a thing for making my characters some form of undead. Be that a vampire, a ghost/spirt, or they die and are reborn, or even a wight in one case. It's like I gotta hold myself back from doing it sometimes lol

[mushroom-for-art]

I don't know what came over me but uh, don't mess with Axels family and probably don't read this tbh it's nasty

Grunts moved quickly packing up boxes and supplies with clumsy inefficiency as a superior admin barked orders for them to hurry up and get everything taken down and shipped 10 minutes ago. They needed to get out of there quickly if they were hoping to survive.

"Stop fucking about! Get those boxes moved now, go go go! We haven't the time for you to be a pansy!" the Admin snarled at a stumbling grunt who had just dropped a small stack of boxes they'd been moving, they skittered past the doors of the main entrance, their neck snapping at the speed and velocity of the doors blasting inwards and becoming lodged into walls saving them from what was going to occur.

Time slowed as the Mewtwo floated into the room gliding in eerie silence as his tail swayed.

"Where, is my family. " His voice was more of a growl in his throat as he spoke and projected the words outwards, the snarl echoed painfully inside of the skulls of those present causing many to double over in sheer agony at the psychic voice probing their minds and tearing into their thoughts.

Limbs locked the Admin couldn't grab any of the Pokeballs secured to her belt and she felt psychic energy burning into her as the mewtwo zeroed in on her, she sneered at him past the pain inside her skull.

"I won't be intimidated by you. You won't find them if you kill me."

Her body was lifted slightly from the floor and floated up to his eye level slowly as he loomed in front of her his expression dark and unreadable, his eyes bore through her laced with unspoken threats and an awareness of control and power.

"If that is the knowledge you want to put your faith into." he lifted arms to the side casually his hand doing a flourish, "just know," his fingers moved closing into a fist before his arm flicked forward as though throwing something, bones slammed into a wall breaking on impact as the sound of tearing flesh and muscle registered to the admins ears, a grunts body stood for a second completely torn open from the inside outwards before their boneless husk slumped with a sickening slap of blood, brains smeared slowly down the walls from where the skull has smashed open on impact.

"You won't be granted the same quickness or relief."

Eyes staring on in horror the mewtwo produced a sharp quill from his inner wrist pulling it out from his flesh, he held it in his fingers twirling it before pointing it to another nearby grunt who let out a soft hiss as the quill cut a small line in their cheek. They started to hyperventilate before the toxins even took hold, the blood seeping from the cut became putrid and contaminated turning into yellow pus as the surrounding skin turned to shades of blue and purple and ultimately darkening to a deathly black.

The psychic restrains let up on the grunt who stumbled quickly, they tried to speak spraying spit as their tongue swelled causing them to hack and cough struggling for breath as it started to block off their airway, they were in hysterics crying and choking, dying flesh wetly slid from their muscles and bones sloshing on the floor beneath them filling the room with the horrid stench of death. Their gurgled quiet screaming and choking as their tongue rotted out from their mouth had fear soaking into the Admins very core as the grunt fell down onto their side. For a moment she thought dead but their wheezing told her they hadn't received that mercy yet.

The mewtwo had not broken their gaze from watching her even as his tail swayed behind him, she watched the fur shifting intertwining around itself morphing into a pointed shape like a syringe, there was an audible hissing of steam as see through organic pipes grew out and back into the mewtwos tail flesh. With a flash that nearly burned her irises, red hot flowing liquid pumped through the structures, almost like Kyurems biological tubes as they changed their form the way they pumped energy. Tail stabbed forward past her shoulder into the last grunt behind her, and he hollered in agony immediately.

She couldn't turn her head to see, but she could feel it was hot suddenly as there was another hiss with the mewtwos tail returning to its original state, screaming never ending behind her and the smell of burning flesh and flooring. She could barely swallow as she stared forward a horrid red hue illuminating the mewtwo from behind her as he looked at her but his expression was still dark.

"They were sent to another facility! In Unova! We only wanted the Haunter! The Gengar was just in the way!" She barely recognised her own voice for the terror in it.

"I know."

She found her breathing difficult as she stared at him.

"I was one of the most powerful pure creatures to ever bless this planet, and I am now a bastardized chimera of that purity that violated the boundaries of limits set by Arceus." His expression was almost a deranged grin.

"Do you really believe your thoughts are your own and private? That I couldn't rip out that information, why do you think your head hurts so much." His teeth gleamed in the unnaturally hot red fading light behind her.

"Why are, why are you still here then?! Wasting time! That family of yours must not be so precious-" Her voice choked as her lungs were squeezed in a way that forced all the breath from her, her vision blackening at the edges as her compressed lungs fought to gain any air, if this was how she went then she'd accept that. Unfortunately the air forces back into her lungs brought her back from the cusps of unconsciousness.

"You don't get to die that easily, don't presume about the importance of my family when I know what you did to my daughter and mate. I've seen through your eyes what you did to her. How you tormented my love in the process." His spoken words were venomous as he stared down at her in pure hatred, she was faintly aware of the weakening wheeze on the floor near her.

His hands came up casually and she felt like her aura was being pulled out of her body like her soul was being separated before witnessing the projected double helix swirling around before her.

"They say mew are the ancestor of everything, classes as the genetics pokemon, so very fitting" his finger idly touched over a strand of dna and she felt her skin begin to crawl from uncomfortable to painfully as it seperated from her muscles as though the connective tissues were dissolving, before he flicked his finger over the strand again and her skin stopped trying to peel from her body though it still hung just a bit looser than it did before.

"When me and my brother were younger, not in full control of our powers we used to play this game with other pokemon." another idle adjustment, the backs of her eyeballs burnt as her eyes weeped her ears ringing loudly painfully in a way that blossomed pain across her whole temple in a brain splitting migraine.

"We'd fly past and," his fingers moved adjusting changing her dna structure, she hitched a quiet scream as her muscles spasmed in her arm breaking her forearm bones as her fingers twitched against her control, the bones in her fingers began to deform subtly but quickly deforming her fingers and cracking through the skin, "of course we were only little and we could only change phenotype expressions making fur scales and that different colors, or grow faster, straighten curl." he let out a sigh.

"In hindsight, what cruel little bastards we were, mini gods tampering with things that they really had no right to for our own amusement, of course we meant no harm and didn't intend harm but I do sometimes wonder." Her vision went black as the genetics in control of her sight were altered, blood vessels popped and blood mixed with her tears streaming down her face. She could feel her organs moving, growing shifting inside her as well as he altered her biology casually in a way that shattered her concept of pain, leaving her with only searing burning nerves.

"I was pretty blind to the cruelty of mews when I was one, maybe I wouldn't have ended up like this were my brother kinder, but I see now how rotten we can be but we still had our naivety at least that kept our innocence, the disconnect from mortals that we couldn't properly sympathize to or understand." Her spine popped bones growing out from her skin but she could still feel everything as more muscles broke in spasms.

"I don't have the excuse of innocence or naivety anymore, I can see with mortal eyes everything I do and the effect it has, and how wonderfully ironic that in place of that innocent evil the rot of humanity has replaced it, giving rise to the ability and enjoyment of hurting others and how to make it worse. I am the worst of humans and the worst of mew." He looked at her almost gently with a smile that mocked her as her bloody eyes met his, blood dribbled from her cracked lips.

His eyes roamed her for a second as he fiddled with the very core of her person altering her genetics irreversibly.

"Did you know that there's a lot of uncategorized pokemon that exist purely inside others?" his finger hovered over her stomach "it's fascinating actually the organisms that have specialized in your gut, and they're so intertwined with you that no one realized they're there. Why don't we let you be the first to say hello?" psychic energy glowed from his hand and she felt the breath leave her again as she almost wretched.

Something inside her began to writhe, she could feel hundreds, maybe thousands of squirming legs pushing on her stomach and small intestines and a sickly burning pain that would've had her double over did the psychic energy not keep her restrained. He lowered her body slowly and her legs flopped uselessly like a ragdoll as he slumped her down on her legs unnaturally. She couldn't move still.

A piece of glass levitated to him and he put it in her hand, "here, since you did tell me eventually I'll give you this mercy to end this suffering." he closed her hand around the glass shard as her arm remained held out for his psychic ability. He turned leaving her there, the grunt finally still but bloated and missing chunks of flesh that lay gruesomely on the floor.

His psychic restraint released and the admin raised her hand quickly to thrust the shard into her throat. Her fingers went numb and the shard slipped smashing by her feet as her arm slumped body collapsing to the side, she could breathe but only barely and she could move her eyes but nothing else.

"Guess you didn't act fast enough." the mewtwo had stopped at the busted doorway just to look back and mock her, "ah well, ever heard of parasitic Beedrill? I'm sure you'll make a very comfortable flesh womb meal combo, you'll get to enjoy feeling them grow inside you while unable to speak or tell anyone. Maybe they'll die inside you and the sepsis will take you out or maybe they'll adapt to keep you alive even after you should die, after all your insides will have been their comfortable little home for so long they won't want to part with it. You'll be their hive their playground protection from the real world in your chest cavity nuzzling into your ribs. Congratulations Admin. This could be the rest of your life." his smirk was simple as he flew away with force that caused the trees to bend and sway.

The admin lay there stomach twisting in knots, eyes in a panic darting around at the sight of the corpses around her as the horrors crept into her mind of what would happen, her thoughts spiraling into gibberish as the hours passed decaying her only ability to even try to communicate as her eyes flicked around in circles, death burning into her vision and the stench crawling over and seeping into her skin and senses permanently.

[tragedia]

i was thinking about shiri's magic re: spirit healing. she's very in tune with spirits and part of her being quite knowledgeable about demons is that you have to be careful about what you're summoning. however, i do believe that her abilities are more tied to the physical, as in, she feels the bones she mends, how the blood is supposed to flow, where your nerves connect. she can sense which part of the body has been infected, locate the root cause more easily, that sort of thing.

shiri's very focused on the aspect of sustaining and preserving the living, however this also ties heavily with why she's branded as a bit of a heretic come post 5th blight, and that is because her research borderlines practices branded by others as forbidden, such as blood magic or even necromancy, a little bit.