#who in turn isnt trusting her….. heh

[cuntstable]

leliana x morrigan is forever btw. the only dragon age ship that exists along side merrill x isabela (unparallered btw but the morriana comes close)

[xlivr]

"what?"

"what? i can't talk to my princess? ouch, baby."

"no. no you cannot."

how I imagine late night calls with these two start. Ajax calling Oliver's phone an hour past midnight — and she's acting like she was either moments away from sleep, or he disturbed her sleep by causing her phone to ring (she was reading through their text messages, wondering if she should call him. what if he was sleeping ??)

"uh- mm, yeah? hello?"

"oh. I'm sorry.. did I wake you up?"

"mmm.. yeah. 'ts fine, though.. what's up, gorgeous?"

"nevermind. I'm sorry.. you can go back to-"

"woah, woah, hey, hey, princess... what's the matter? did you have a nightmare?"

"... yeah. i can't fall back asleep. I'm sorry."

"hey, don't apologize. you know you can call me whenever and I'll still always pick up the phone. let's talk for a little while, okay? would you like that?"

".... yeah.."

calling Ajax whenever she isnt feeling well has unfortunately become a second-instinct to Oliver. rather than seeking out her older sister, she ends up picking up the phone with shaky hands and clumsily pressing that call button until her phone's vibrating. but every time he picks up the phone, she feels bad, still shaken up from whatever dream she's had, and tries to hang up whilst apologizing for bothering him, all while he's silently rushing to sit up and get a jacket and some shoes on. he loves knowing that she trusts to come to him whenever she's in distress nowadays; it's endearing :) he already has a lot of things to talk about as a distraction, and it works most of the time

"turn on your camera."

"what? no. i look like a mess."

"even better. turn it on. i need to see you or I swear I'll die."

"fucking christ. you turn yours on first."

"okay!"

...

"are you staring at me? you're being very silent."

"just... can you not talk? hold on."

"heh."

...

"who's the one staring?"

"I am. how can I not? hold on, gimme a sec.."

"Ajax are you- hey! quit!! I can see you saving screen captures, you dick!"

"yeah. this is totally going to be my new wallpaper. and lockscreen, as a matter of fact."

"Ajax!"

"what?! you're so pretty!! ;("

hehe <3

[wonwoonlight]

📣: mafia!Seungcheol // heh am not sure what to tag this???????? // comfort i guess?? // 774 words

A/N: thank you for the request, anon! this is more about seungcheol being worried than he is mad and also,,,, this is my first time writing mafia au(?) so im so sorry if this isnt how you imagined it to be lol i hope you enjoy it somehow ^^

find the rest of requested drabble here

Seungcheol jumps in alarm at the ringtone that he has specifically set for your other phone; one that he’s told you to use when it’s urgent and you need to notify him something important.

His heart rushes at your simple text, telling him someone has broken into the house though everyone is safe and you’ve notified Minghao, one of his men whose main task is to protect you and the kids when Seungcheol is out, to heighten the security for the time being.

He turns to Jeonghan, the one he trusts most, and tells him to lead and continue on the meeting without him because he needs to hurry home. Despite you telling him not to worry and everyone’s safe, Seungcheol can’t help but feel the need to make sure himself that all is good.

It almost sounds like he’s doubting Minghao, but there has been a lot of shady moves from the opposing side and Seungcheol can’t stand the thought of his family being a possible victim.

An hour ride turns into half an hour and Seungcheol’s pretty sure he’s gone through a few red lights along the way (because the road is practically empty and he doesn’t have the patience to wait for nothing).

When he arrives at his house, Minghao is ready at the front door, bowing to him slightly before following his boss in. There are a few other guards around, Seungcheol notices, and Minghao says he’s called some of their men to stand guard for a few days and reports him of what’s happened.

Minghao has made sure this has nothing to do with their opposing side; simply a thief who chooses the wrong place because he immediately runs away after breaking through the window once he realizes the house has security guards. Seungcheol just nods at that, glad that Minghao knows exactly what to do because he is honestly too worried to order precautions.

It has been your choice to get a regular house, telling him it’s more comfortable and a mansion would feel too empty with your little family. Your current house is still a little too big for your small family, but it’s not so enormous that it would feel empty, just spacious enough that the kids have a lot of space to play inside.

At times like this, though, he wishes they’re living in a mansion because it’d be much safer; out of reach and people would know better.

“Dad!” his youngest daughter calls to him once he arrives at the children’s shared bedroom, making you look up at Seungcheol who’s trying to mask his worry. The man leans down to take Nara in his arms, the kid obliviously excited and sleep goes out of her system at the sight of her dad. “Dad, work done?”

He smiles a little at that, simply nodding his head as he walks to where you’re at with his eldest child on your lap. You’re sitting on Mira’s bed as she sleepily looks back at him from your chest. Seungcheol glances at the clock, of course the kids are sleepy, it’s nearing 2 in the morning.

“You all okay?” He whispers as he sits down beside you.

“Yeah, sorry for worrying you. I know you’d rather find out sooner than later though,” you tell him. “I’m sure Minghao has filled you in?”

Seungcheol nods, his arm shifts to pull you to his side. “It’s okay. Thanks for telling me immediately. Things have been tense these days, though, that’s why I immediately rushed home.”

You look up to your husband and you can tell for sure there’s still worry painted in his face even though he’s trying to mask it because Nara is happily playing with his necklace. At least Seungcheol gets to come home early because of this whole ordeal. He’s been getting little to no rest these days and, though you know this will only make him restless, at least he’s home now and you can find ways to make him rest.

“Nara?” you call her, Seungcheol’s gaze following you curiously. “How about we all sleep together today in Mom and Dad’s bed, hm?”

Nara nods enthusiastically, simply happy at the thought of spending the night with her parents instead of her baby box.

Once the both of your children are safely tucked between the two of you on the huge bed, Seungcheol waits for their soft breathing to even before he leans forward to meet your lips, whispering a thank you before he finally lets go.

God knows you’re the only one who knows how to calm him down; right here, under the blanket with his family.

[floralkittygambler]

RadioDust is the Healthiest Toxic Ship for Angel so far

@honesthazbinarchives​ Briefly. I’d like to go into this more in the future BUT these are the main points I said I’d do. Heh ‘stay tuned’ for why HuskerDust is toxic [haaaa funny fuckin reference n shit like Viv herself aint overdone it]. Yer dont even wanna know the lack of enthusiasm in tryna do a playful ‘cringetopia’ joke - wasnt as fun as anticipated. Anyfuckinways, the shit. Before we begin, disclaimers n whatnot, no hate intended, dni if you’re a bit of a knobhead [either stan or extreme anti], an all that nonsense. I dont own the characters no shit.  In this I’ll discuss how RadioDust aka SpiDEER (thats right, yer stuck w my shit humour now) is both the healthiest ship for Angel we’ve seen so far but still rather toxic. Idc if you hate me for it but dont fuckin waste yer time telling me. Great. I dont care. Yer fuckin hard n whatnot for harassin strangers online. Big dick energy to you. This will be slightly messy, my apologies, it’s a quick summary of many points.

Alright. Firstly, out of the entire male cast Angel interacts with over all platforms, Al is given a fair bit of mercy in terms of sexual advances. In fact, a swift ‘no’ and Angel doesn’t do it again - unlike most of the other cast [pent’s is covert, husks is overt]. One thing I like is that Angel himself admits to their chemistry (claiming that whilst he thinks Al’s a prick, he thinks Al dislikes him which saddens him as he’d at least like to be friends as he feels they have good chemistry - according to the VA via Hunicast’s 1yr anniversary), there’s no further efforts to jump on his dick but a clear curiosity/interest in what Al can do.  Lets go to the basics, both are of similar age [allegedly in their 30s, though Ive heard Al may be up to mid 40s] as well as created near the same-ISH time (as in, Viv’s oldest characters, at least for HH). Likewise, Viv admitted to knowing fuck all on either of their eras (and to make that public wasn’t really a wise choice BUUUT if you felt the need, it’s better worded with interest “Right now I’m working towards educating myself more on their time periods to improve their portrayals” <-- crucial if yer want that ‘realism’). Because of their real-world ages, Viv confesses they’re her favourites (even if you didnt know, she makes it pretty clear). It could be a nice ‘homage’ to their impact in her life but not too relevant otherwise. It could fulfil the need for self indulgence that she’s unhealthily leaking into the canon - which will ultimately make the series shit. No sugarcoating there.  As for their ages, a relationship can work whether the gap is large or small HOWEVER there are many ethics and conflicts to each. And being an adult into kids is always fucked up. With that being said, studies have shown that closer ages often work better due to the often similarities in mindset, maturity and life goals (older folks are more likely to want to settle, younger often have more ambitions), likewise there tends to be an unbalanced power-dynamic if the ages are too far, which can lead to various types of abuse. Dont get me wrong, being with someone much older (AS LONG AS NONE OF YALL ARE KIDS) very much CAN work - but rarely. There’s much more hardwork needed as well as being in the right mindset for both, otherwise it’s bad. More on that in HD. Long story short, both are closer in age meaning both are more ‘relatable’ to one another. There’s common grounds, even in the eras there’s some higher understanding of one another. Notice how Vaggie and Charlie are similar in age? (Even though Charlie is far older, her appearance and mentality for her race is on par with Vaggie’s, making it far more likely to work out positively) One of the most prominent out of all of this however is their actual interests. So listing; Both like action/chaos/having fun (often at the expense of others), both love cooking and can be food snobs in their own right, both have sadistic AND masochistic tendencies, Al likes performance and theatre whilst Angel loves *to* perform, on that last point Angel was very intrigued and enjoyed Al’s song number/performance naturally, both really enjoy pranks and both enjoy liquor (neither show an actual addiction, but rather an interest in social drinking - no dependencies on it). Again, close eras mean both have a higher probability of understanding the other and their lifestyles better. Both are high on appearance and love themselves, implying self confident mindset (healthy BUT the narcissism isnt) yet enough consideration for how they are viewed. On the parent system, one adores his mama whilst the other hates his pops.  Now Ive gone on about how they’re similar. But similarities ALONE is not enough. If it was, then fandom’s would be a lil more harmonious~ A HEALTHY relationship needs compatibility, POSITIVE conversation flow, common grounds, trust, openness and understanding. Even then, some people click and some just dont. It’s like how you can just hate someone for no reason. It just IS. Common grounds and similarity is scientifically proven to be attractive to someone - be it good or BAD. People are drawn to those like their parents in some way usually, likewise we look for people similar to ourselves (from our interests, to humour, beliefs, goals, etc). Science itself states that ‘opposites attract’ solemnly applies in the real world successfully. Though similiarity plays a large role, there has to be some differences too - that person is STILL an individual separate to yourself. Too similar and it’s boring. Too similar and you’ll do everything together without some ‘you’ time. Both Vaggie and Charlie have similar interests/hobbies in dance and music, yet still have enough differences to be identifiable when together. Vaggie is more grounded than Charlie. Charlie gives some optimism and fun to Vaggie. Remember, a partner does NOT complete you - that’s a toxic mindset when taken too seriously, You complete YOURSELF. Whether you have someone or not, you must feel complete in yourself as to not slip into toxic dependency on a lover - to become them, a shadow of them or feel like you’ve lost your identity without them. Sounds harsh but it’s true. Chaggie compliments each other without a dependency. You stand alone yet uplift one another. You don’t always agree but in the end you always have each other’s backs. Love is often butchered in a toxic light in the media.  So taking that into consideration, how does spideer work? Well, here’s some examples of good, bad and neutral: - Angel loves animals, Al fears/dislikes dogs. Perhaps Angel could assist him in overcoming this? - Al hates being touched, Angel dislikes being squeezed. Maybe this could help them reach an understanding... Or cause a rift? - Angel was the only one to break Al’s composure, either Angel is the *key* to delving further into Al’s more raw self... Or just another obVOXious pest? (yeah, I said it-) - Neither respect other’s boundaries, meaning both may fuel the other to be overly disrespectful in this area. Not good. - Angel is a sarky/sarcastic fuck, Al loves dry humour. Both seek amusement and chaos. In relationships one needs to see how conversation flows and in the hunicasts, both keep up some good as well as toxic banter. Both could roast the fuck out of an opponent however. - Al is acro/ace, Angel is hypersexual (appears like a sex addict - now I say this as his book has a crossed out ‘fun stuff’ with ‘work shit’ written on it. He’s always fixed on sex from his job to his humour), this could either aid Angel ease up on the sex stuff OR make him overly push it onto Al causing major rifts and discomfort (aces can have sex, ref to ace posts that real asexuals put to understand more but no one wants to be forced into sex is the point here). And we’ve already discussed their lack of respect for boundaries. The positive is that maybe this will make Angel understand how Val is rubbing off on his own behaviour towards men [again, more on that in the HD post]. - Both similar yet different in a way that does suit their compatibility chances but that doesnt mean they will click, it just improves the odds. - Both have similar enemies in Val and Vox, they’re on common terms. Likewise, Al is against the ‘sexual deviance’ of hell meaning he may be oddly supportive and protective of Angel in terms of Val. I dont even think his sadism will override this either. - Al dislikes modern tech, Angel seems to use it as his job requires it. A nice little menial difference. - Only ONE is an addict. Take it from an expert, you NEVER put two addicts together. They’re very vulnerable and prone to slipping deeper into their addictions as well as depending on each other too much that they essentially become very clingy, suffocating and toxic to each other. Seen it in action, it’s ugly.  - Both could have a lot of fun and calm moments with each other. - He isn’t immediately smitten with Al but immediately shows a natural interest in Al’s powers and performance, embracing it openly. Leads for a good friendship turned lovers plot. - In Viv’s patreon, she confirmed Angel loves confident guys [sounds exactly like Al] We need to think about where both are mentally. What benefits would a relationship give both? How would they be good and bad for each other? For Al, aside from his outdated views and being a fucking murderer and narcissist, he actually seems in a good mindspace for a relationship IF he opted to be in one. Angel however has a very immature mindset, likewise is in a phase of life where hes bed hopping. IF he were to be in a relationship, I’d say he needs a male equivalent of Cherri - someone with a similar mindset yet some differences, willing to have fun and in touch with their younger side, down to cuddle, open to share and receive love as well as not afraid to publicly be affectionate with him, someone who sees him as more than just for sex, someone fun, someone who’ll let him embrace his cutesy side publicly without shame - Cherri is younger so maybe someone who’s his age or slightly younger perhaps? I think Angel’s not retirement home ready to settle and needs someone on his level that can cuddle and chill as well as feels free and youthful enough to go wild with him. In one sense, he’s got a teen girl sorta mindset (dont put him with a teen though, it’s fuckin weird-). He needs someone positive and raw, someone to let him be himself as well as someone comfortable to be themselves around him. He has a habit of latching onto unobtainable men (in psychology, this is self sabotaging subconsciously): Travis the client, Val a pimp, Husk (emotionally unavailable and needs HEAVY self work - interestingly far more than Angel - plus he’s still onto his last relationship and an addict to gambling and alcohol), Pent who’s the enemy he was currently fighting (inappropriate timing), Alastor who’s not interested in another but his own needs [selfish, VERY bad for a relationship]. Subconsciously he’s self sabotaging on purpose. There’s many psychology books as well as sources online for this, if you’re interested. Either way, Angel is drawn to men either like his father [who dislike him, shun him, or are otherwise cold, abusive or just blatantly dislike or otherwise dont care about him] or anyone with money to fuel his drug addiction/’debt’ to Val. Going with any of these men isn’t a good idea.  Preferably, Angel needs someone who he doesnt immediately crush and obsess over. Someone who he doesnt sexually harass or assault. Someone he can build a connection with quickly that can bud into romance (think how Chaggie started as a friendship which clicked immediately). Maybe even someone he doesn’t expect to fall for but does so anyways. It would be more realistic as Viv wants as well as more healthy. That for once he isnt sex or money craved instantly, thus doesnt sexually harass/assault and is given a proper chance to develop and grow a friendship and love. Someone who isnt an addict.  Someone with an on-par mindset where they click. Someone open to love. For any chance of a good relationship, Angel needs to be with anyone BUT who we’ve already seen. There’s too much toxicity that’ll be swept under the rug and justified otherwise. Too much shit to fuel homophobes in terms of gay stereotypes. Even though Ive focused a fair bit on Angel, it’s NOT just about Angel. That’s something fans forget. Some he depends on or someone who depends on him in the long term wont last and will be very dangerous to both.  Just because you suffer, you dont then deserve to be rewarded with ‘something nice’. You dont get to have everything youve ever wanted. Giving him any of these blokes [minus Val] gives him a pass. Gives him what he wants. I get Viv loves him but life doesnt work that way. True lasting growth comes from learning that. Acceptance and growth. You dont get everything you want and sometimes thats a GOOD thing. He’s not a spoilt kid who gets everything he asks for, he’s YOUR creation. If you really wanted what your creations deserve then you need to research and be realistic with it. Because hes starting to feel like a shitty Gary-Stu at this rate. I live with an ‘Angel Dust’ like person. It used to feel like life gave her everything and most times it did. Everyone loved her and she could get away with murder if she wanted to. But now she’s had to struggle and grow, let go of some ‘wants’ because they werent good for her and she’s becoming better for it. She has a long way but she’s more humble for it now [still got self confidence but it’s less narcissism now, which is more healthy for her]. Also, they make the word anal lol

[love-killed-the-superstar]

Pinch Hitter

Written for @codesecretsanta 2020!!

Hey, @nemesisadraste!! It’s me, your secret santa!! I heard you wanted a slice of samodd so I was ofc 100000% down to clown. Hope you enjoy!!!! It’s a little group chat heavy and I apologise, but there’s some actual prose around the halfway point haha

Can also be read here on AO3!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28323549

ngl I would actually recommend reading it on ao3 because of formatting hahaha but anyway enjoy!!

Pinch Hitter

DIRECT MESSAGE: Odd Della Robbia

(11:43PM) Odd Della Robbia: SAMMMMMM

(11:45PM) Sam Suarez: yyyyea?

(11:45PM) Odd Della Robbia: XANA ATTACK. NUCLEAR SHIT. COVER FOR US PLSSSS SHOULDNT BE TOO LONG 🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀

(11:46PM) Sam Suarez: sure thing sure thing go save the world n shit 👍👍

(11:46PM) Sam Suarez: was only going to stay up late rewatching good omens anyway

(11:47PM) Odd Della Robbia: hero. incredible woman. love of my life

(11:47PM) Odd Della Robbia: and say hi to you know who for meeeee 😻

(11:48PM) Sam Suarez: crowley is a fictional character odd, he cant hear you

(11:48PM) Odd Della Robbia: but he's so sexy and strong 😻😻😻

(11:48PM) Odd Della Robbia: not as sexy and strong as you, ofc ofc

(11:49PM) Sam Suarez: jesus odd go save the world already and leave me alone

(11:49PM) Odd Della Robbia: SO COLDDDD 🙀🙀🙀

(11:49PM) Odd Della Robbia: still love you tho

(11:49PM) Sam Suarez: still love you too ok NOW GO

…

DIRECT MESSAGE: Jeremie Belpois

(1:24AM) Jeremie Belpois: Samantha?

(1:27AM) Sam Suarez: sup belpois

(1:27AM) Jeremie Belpois: Motion sensor went off. Pretty sure Jim is out and about. Try to buy us some time?

(1:28AM) Sam Suarez: shit alright. i'll see what i can do. b-team already know???

(1:29AM) Jeremie Belpois: They do. The four of you work something out, please? Thanks.

(1:30AM) Sam Suarez: ofc. hey btw hows odd doing??? ok???

(1:30AM) Jeremie Belpois: 80 life points and going strong, Sam.

(1:30AM) Sam Suarez: sweet 👍👍

…

GROUP CHAT: Lyoko B-Team REPRESENT

(1:31AM) Sam Suarez: what's our plan then home slices!!!!!!! 💪😤

(1:32AM) William Dunbar: Still don't know why I'm considered a b teamer but okay 😒

(1:32AM) Sam Suarez: don’t fucking complain william at least you get to be in the main group chat, 🙄🙄

(1:32AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: ^^^^^^

(1:33AM) Laura Gauthier: Try getting added, then removed, and still being on the waitlist to rejoin

(1:33AM) Sam Suarez: ouch lol

(1:33AM) Laura Gauthier: ANYWAY, we need a plan of action. Jim’s doing the rounds. Any thoughts?

(1:33AM) William Dunbar: I’ll go stuff Jeremie’s duvet 🙋♂️ Laura you go to Aelita’s, Sam come up with some sort of distraction 👉

(1:33AM) Sam Suarez: hold on WHY DO I GET STUCK WITH THE HARD JOB?? 😠😠

(1:34AM) William Dunbar: to prove yourself, young one. how else do you plan on getting into the lyoko warriors group chat?? 🤷♂️

(1:34AM) Sam Suarez: SHIT U RIGHT… 👀

(1:34AM) Sam Suarez: its my chance… to shine

(1:34AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: Why does everyone forget im fucking here?? Give me something to do????? 🙋😤🤦♀️

(1:35AM) William Dunbar: nobody forgot you sissi, shit 🙄 take odd and ulrichs room, if u think u can wrangle kiwi 🥝

(1:35AM) Sam Suarez: i would like it on the record that i did in fact forget about sissi 🙋🙋

(1:35AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: FUCK NO. THAT DOG DOES NOT RESPECT ME 😤😤😤😤😤

(1:35AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: Also RUDE..

(1:35AM) Sam Suarez: priorities babe or the fucking world ends. your call tho!!!!!! ✌️🤪

(1:36AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: ………………. F I N E 🤦♀️

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GROUP CHAT: Lyoko B-Team REPRESENT

(1:59AM) William Dunbar: @Sam Suarez What did you tell Jim?????? He’s 100% doing head counts now you dumb fuck 🤦♂️

(1:59AM) Sam Suarez: don’t take that tone with me dickbar, he’s looking for a sick GIRL. if you stuffed the fucking duvets properly we won’t have a problem, he’ll only be peeking into rooms anyway 😠😠

(2:00AM) Laura Gauthier: And what do you suppose happens when he finds NOBODY and comes to the conclusion that you lied to him? You have to think these things through, Sam, Jeremie’s not planning on doing any return trips if he can help it.

(2:00AM) Sam Suarez: yall are jerks, YOU put me up to the task of cooking up an excuse, don’t complain that it was shit!!!! geez!!!!

(2:00AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: God you’re all useless. I can fake-cry, I took a drama workshop over summer. I’ll take the hit but you OWE ME. 😤

(2:01AM) Sam Suarez: there are no favours in this sissi, we took an oath. we are heroes of justice now and you don’t get compensation for saving the world, its superhero 101

(2:01AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: Shut up Sam, you’re buying me dinner tomorrow. Take me somewhere nice 💅🙆😘

(2:01AM) Sam Suarez: but i don’t date girls who only save the world to reap the benefits, this simply won’t work out 😔😔

(2:01AM) William Dunbar: Take your flirting to private message, I don't want to be implicated in this sordid affair if Odd finds out

(2:01AM) Sam Suarez: ahahahahahahaahahahaha we got a funny man over here

(2:02AM) William Dunbar: Lololol

(2:02AM) Laura Gauthier: SHUT UP ALL OF YOU.

(2:02AM) Laura Gauthier: I can hear Jim coming, play it cool

(2:02AM) William Dunbar: Hahahaaha good luck 😂😂

(2:07AM) William Dunbar: You all alive……………..? 👀

(2:07AM) Sam Suarez: we sure are, listen to this

(2:07AM) Sam Suarez: sissi fake cried, told Jim she was having the worst cramps of her life and started listing off the side effects of the birth control she’s on. It was the greatest thing ive ever heard and im absolutely buying her dinner tomorrow, and yes it will be candle-lit 🍽️🍷💍

(2:07AM) William Dunbar: Holy shit. 👀 My deepest respect. 🙏 I will put in a good word with Master Belpois Himself, she deserves a seat at the grown ups table for this 🤷♂️

(2:07AM) Sam Suarez: no doubt no doubt

(2:08AM) Laura Gauthier: That was a close one. Sissi’s methods are unorthodox but hey, it worked. Next time find an excuse that doesn’t create more work for us, all right, Sam?

(2:08AM) Sam Suarez: shit you’re ungrateful as fuck. Damn . 🙄🙄

(2:08AM) Laura Gauthier: I’M JUST SAYING

(2:08AM) William Dunbar: Come on, lets not fight, I’m too tired for this shit 😴

(2:09AM) Sam Suarez: so go to bed, dumbass

…

DIRECT MESSAGE: Odd Della Robbia

(2:59AM) Odd Della Robbia: guess who just got DEVIRTUALISED!!!! 😹😹🔫🔫

(3:02AM) Sam Suarez: oh no, poor baby, you were doing so well

(3:03AM) Odd Della Robbia: right????? fucking megatanks, im telling you, they suck so much 😿

(3:03AM) Sam Suarez: well, if you’re out of points now, come by my room and we can play animal crossing together

(3:04AM) Odd Della Robbia: would that i could, sam, would that i could

(3:04AM) Odd Della Robbia: but theres a fucking building contractor lurking somewhere in the factory, xana-possessed, trying to take me the fuck OUT 🙀🙀🙀

(3:04AM) Sam Suarez: just tell him you’re not interested????? Its what i told sissi earlier

(3:05AM) Odd Della Robbia: ahahahahahahahaha

(3:05AM) Odd Della Robbia: first of all, WOW WE GOT A FUNNYMAN OVER HERE

(3:05AM) Sam Suarez: lololol

(3:05AM) Odd Della Robbia: second of all, i demand to hear that story as soon as i get back. Nobody turns sissi down and gets away with it 👀

(3:06AM) Sam Suarez: well, i cant help it

(3:06AM) Sam Suarez: my heart… belongs to another… a mr odd della robbia… im in the throes… of love… 💓💓

(3:06AM) Odd Della Robbia: OH!!! SAM!!!!!!! 😻😻😻💓💓💓

(3:06AM) Odd Della Robbia: luv u. So much

(3:06AM) Sam Suarez: same same lololol

(3:07AM) Odd Della Robbia: when i get back we ca

(3:07AM) Sam Suarez: ????

(3:07AM) Sam Suarez: odd????

(3:07AM) Sam Suarez: come in, funny man????

message failed

(3:08AM) Sam Suarez: odd if you die i will be so mad

message failed

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DIRECT MESSAGE: Ulrich Stern

(3:10AM) Ulrich Stern: Hey Sam, it’s Ulrich

(3:10AM) Ulrich Stern: Einstein has another favour to ask

(3:11AM) Sam Suarez: first of all you dont have to tell me its you, the app TELLS me whos messaging me, this isnt a text

(3:11AM) Sam Suarez: second, tell me my boyfriend isn’t getting fucking murdered by a building contractor 😠😠

(3:11AM) Ulrich Stern: Huh???

(3:11AM) Ulrich Stern: Oh yeah. He’s holding his own but there’s not much time. You need to go keep watch outside Jeremie’s door while Laura transfers some files. If we get busted and she can’t complete the file transfer… well. The world does actually depend on it, so. Yeah

(3:11AM) Sam Suarez: isnt william the better option anyway?? Isnt he only like 3 doors down from you 🙄

(3:12AM) Ulrich Stern: He’s not answering. Probably asleep already, he’s a dumbass. Please, you’re our only option, Sissi isn’t answering either

(3:12AM) Sam Suarez: oh theres a GREAT story behind that but i’ll let her tell it tomorrow

(3:13AM) Sam Suarez: and fine, but seriously is odd okay?? If this dude is more than 5’5 he’ll have a problem taking him down, you know how scrawny he is

(3:13AM) Ulrich Stern: He’s tougher than you think, Sam. Trust me on that one.

(3:14AM) Ulrich Stern: (Also I am about to go save him from getting his ass beat)

(3:14AM) Sam Suarez: all right all right

(3:15AM) Sam Suarez: but hey stern, when this has all blown over, we’re having a serious talk about promoting me to the big leagues

(3:16AM) Ulrich Stern: ...Big leagues?

(3:16AM) Sam Suarez: im talking main group chat, my guy. MAIN. GROUP CHAT. 👏👏

…

DIRECT MESSAGE: Odd Della Robbia

(3:30AM) Odd Della Robbia: im coming mi amore… i beat up a fully grown man with my bare fists… pushed him down some stairs… it was amazing 😼💯

(3:31AM) Sam Suarez: please say you didnt break any bones, belpois isnt planning on reversing time right???

(3:31AM) Sam Suarez: like even if was going to kill u he was only possessed by xana

(3:32AM) Odd Della Robbia: heh i broke nothing!! Im a hero of justice after all 💪😼

(3:32AM) Odd Della Robbia: ulrich may have given him some bruises tho 😹

(3:32AM) Sam Suarez: ehh i’ll take that over this guy waking up with fucked up limbs and shit

(3:32AM) Odd Della Robbia: no doubt no doubt

(3:33AM) Odd Della Robbia: …

(3:33AM) Odd Della Robbia: anyway, night sam 💞

(3:33AM) Sam Suarez: oh, ok 🙄

(3:33AM) Sam Suarez: night, stupid. love you ❤️

…

Despite his parting message, Odd shows up anyway.

He slinks into her dorm room as it draws to 4:00AM, half-heartedly kicking off his shoes at the door and closing it with a softness that’s surprising given how exhausted he looks; almost as though it is second nature at this point to keep quiet, avoid drawing more attention. Her boyfriend is a professional, after all, when it comes to saving the world on the down-low.

Samantha watches Odd from her desk, where she is sat up browsing Twitter and waiting for the inevitable ‘we need you to do something else before the night is through’ messages from Jeremie. She’s been listening to the same Jay Som song on loop for over an hour now, and it leaks quietly from her laptop speakers, a strange extra layer of ambiance to the puzzle that is the hour before birdsong begins. A Baymax-patterned blanket is thrown around her shoulders for warmth, and there’s an empty can of energy drink within arms reach.

“Wrong room,” she says in a low voice, expecting him to jump anyway; he doesn’t. Instead he squints at her in the dim light, leaning back against the door with a weary sigh. “Didn’t think you were coming.”

“Wasn’t, but… here I am.”

He doesn’t really elaborate further than that.

“Ulrich know you came this way?”

“He stayed behind to talk things over with Jeremie. The overbike got fucked up in Lyoko and they’re gonna upgrade it or something. Jer-bear needed to know the specifics about his experience driving it so they can do some fine-tuning, I think. Y’know, so he doesn’t drift too far and plunge into the digital sea. Shit can get real bad, real fast.”

“I’ll bet. So, you triumphed over evil tonight?” she guesses, shutting her laptop lid and rising to her feet. Her blanket trails behind her as she does. “XANA can’t attempt to destroy the world for another 24 hours?”

“You know it,” he says, yawning. “And now, it’s bedtime.”

Thank fuck they don’t have classes tomorrow. She’ll happily lie in til noon with Odd, catching up on these lost hours.

Sam steps over her skateboard and some laundry she kicked aside earlier, a little embarrassed that her floor is so messy, but she knows Odd is too tired to even comprehend the state of her room right now. As it is, he’s swaying a little while standing, stifling a yawn against his hand - it’s only a matter of time til he crashes.

“All right, guess you’re here to stay. Hop in.”

“Did you know? You’re a goddess. An angel. A truly spectacular woman among women,” he mumbles.

“Flattery won’t give me back the hours of sleep I lost sending Jim on that wild goose chase earlier,” Sam muses, wiggling under her covers, still bundled up in the blanket like a crepe. She doesn’t know the full story, nor does she imagine she’ll get it until tomorrow when the group meet up for lunch - something about XANA threatening to blow up a reactor on some nearby building site, creating some devastating damage to the local area - but at this point she’s too tired to listen and Odd is too tired to explain.

Odd flops down on the bed beside her.

“Thank you for helping us out,” he sighs, too tired to even look at her. His limbs are all floppy. If she nudged him off the edge of the bed now, he’d probably just fold up like a pair of pants and stay there til morning. “What did you do, exactly?”

“Told him I heard someone crying in the bathroom and thought maybe someone was unwell,” she says with a shrug. “Jim checked the girls bathroom and did room checks, which gave me, William and Laura some time to sneak into your respective rooms and act as extra head counts. Just being under the covers was enough, I don’t think he was doing anything more than cursory peeking into rooms with a tiny flashlight. Wasn’t the most innovative red herring to give him, but it did the trick.”

“If it keeps them off our backs, the creativity isn’t worth factoring in,” Odd murmurs, tugging off his jeans and chucking them at the wall opposite. The impact scuffs the wall slightly, but Sam doesn’t care. Delmas doesn’t give them shit about damages to the room unless it makes the room completely uninhabitable anyway, which is why there’s a literal hole in her wall through to the room next door that she’s had to artfully cover with a Front Bottoms poster.

“Anyway, Sissi distracted him. I’ll let her tell the story herself, it was fucking hilarious. Then Ulrich messaged to say he needed me to keep watch while Laura sent over some files from the computer in Jeremie’s room to the supercomputer, which - I mean, in this day and age, why the fuck doesn’t he keep everything on the cloud anyway? So I was stuck doing that, because apparently, William had already fallen asleep again, the fucking lug. Can you believe that? You’d think, being your Lyoko pinch hitter and all, he’d be better at staying awake.”

“Oh, I can believe it,” Odd drawls, tugging off his shirt and balling it up, sending it to land atop his crumpled jeans with a flourish. He rubs his eyes and peers around. “Got that old shirt for me to sleep in?”

Rolling her eyes fondly, Sam reluctantly peels back the bedsheets once more and pads over to her wardrobe, pulling it open and sifting through until she finds what she’s looking for; an old Hootie & The Blowfish T-shirt, handed down to her by one of her older brothers. It always hangs right off of her, so on Odd’s scrawny frame, it’s basically an Ebenezer Scrooge nightgown.

“Here.” She tosses it over to him and he wriggles into it happily. “You might as well keep it, these days you wear it more than me.”

“If I walked around in a band shirt that hangs off me like a smock I’d never hear the end of it from Ulrich,” he says with a laugh, flopping back against the covers and sighing deeply. “He makes fun of my little chicken legs enough as it is.”

“Well, I love your little chicken legs, so he can keep his opinions to himself.”

She slides into bed beside him and he’s cold to touch; the freezing factory, coupled with walking back in the chilly night air, must have really done a number on him. He snuggles against her happily, mumbling, “Can I warm my feet on you?”

“Will you respect my wishes if I say no?” she retorts. He grins as she sends him a knowing look, before placing his feet, two tiny, stinky blocks of ice, against her shins. They both pull the covers up over their noses, staring at the ceiling in dazed silence for a few moments, before she adds, “He won’t miss you when you get back?”

“Not likely, I don’t fucking spoon him to sleep, Sam,” he snorts. “He’ll be too tired to care where the fuck I’ve snuck off to, and he can handle anything Kiwi throws his way, so it’s fine. I’m sure he’s capable of connecting the dots.”

“Fine, shithead, I’ll drop it.”

She continues to stare up at the ceiling, but she can feel his keen gaze on her, and rolls over to face him. He watches her carefully.

“Are you mad at me?”

“What? No.”

“Even though it’s nearly four in the morning and you spent the whole night covering for us?”

“It’s what happens when you agree to saving the world, isn’t it?” she points out. Sam’s eyes adjust to the darkness, and she notices for the first time that there’s the beginnings of bruises around his neck. She reaches up to trace them with her fingers, and he instinctively wriggles away. Her breath catches in her throat. “…XANA did this to you?”

“Actually, it was a building contractor,” he corrects. “He started to choke me, but then Ulrich got him in a headlock and next thing you know… we pushed him down some stairs.”

“It must have been scary,” she mutters. At that, his face melts into a smile, and he prods at her face.

“You’re so serious! Sam, trust me, this happens all the time. I’m indestructible, so it’s fine.”

“How else am I supposed to react, huh? My boyfriend comes home with strangulation marks on his neck and you want me to be all cavalier about it…”

“Because I’m used to it.” Odd pauses. “Well, not strangulation in particular, but getting hurt on the job is kinda everyday stuff.”

Sam scowls. “You're not supposed to pretend like this is normal, Odd.”

“What, you want me to cry and be vulnerable on you?”

“No.”

“You do.”

“Okay, fine, I do! What about it?!” She fixes him with a stern look. “You have to be careful! What’s the point in me staying awake and making distractions and shit if you’re just going to fucking die at the end of it, huh?”

“I’m not going to die.” He cups her face in his hands and fixes her with his own stern look. “Look. I know you haven’t been doing this long, but this happens, okay? Not always, but it does. I mean, you remember the kind of fights you used to pick with me when I would come over with these bruises without telling you why.”

She thinks back to the months leading up to him finally telling her the truth. How scared and hurt she felt, seeing him with these cuts and scrapes, bruises, occasionally even a sprain. She’d gone through all the possibilities in her head - bullying, hate crimes, mugging even. Still, he refused to budge, until one day he just… stopped pretending it was all some big coincidence.

“It was scarier not knowing,” she decides. “At least this way I know what you’re up against, but… I don’t know.”

He leans forward and kisses her on the nose. “I promise you I’m fine. But look, part of being a Lyoko pinch hitter is knowing things get hairy sometimes. I’m gonna get hurt from time to time but if I don’t, the whole world explodes. Or, okay, maybe not literally , most of the time, but I’m like, a drop in the bucket.”

“Well, you’re a drop in the bucket who matters to me,” she reinforces. Staring into his eyes, she can feel her body relax slightly. “Look, I’ll drop it. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Good. Now, can we please sleep? I am so tired, I’m starting to forget who I am. You’re about to encounter Grinch Odd, and he’s no fun whatsoever.”

“Oh, is he the one who said my face looked like a beet that one time?” she wonders, raising her eyebrows at him. He groans and pushes her away, covering his face with his hands.

“How many times do I have to tell you XANA fucked with my speech?” he grumbles. “Completely scrambled my words. I was going for beautiful.”

“Sure, sure. When in doubt, blame it on XANA?”

“I mean it! I would never call you a beet! A potato, maybe…”

She shoves him and he both winces and laughs. “Oof, that guy did a number on me.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll beat him up for you then.”

“You’re going to beat up XANA?”

“Sure, how hard could it be? I’ll just like, reach into the supercomputer with my full fist-”

They both burst out laughing and fall back against the pillows.

Once it trickles out, she blinks sleepily at the ceiling.

“I never really thought about how long you guys have been going without us, though.”

Odd quirks an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Us. The B-Team, the Pinch Hitters. The Lyoko Warriors’ freaking PR Team! Without someone pulling the strings you must have run into all sorts of trouble, right?”

“Oh, yeah,” Odd laughs. “We used to have the authorities trying to invade the factory. Almost got expelled by Delmas. I almost got sent to a psych ward before, that was fun.”

“Jesus, Odd. Why did it take you so long to introduce other people to the fray?”

He shrugs. “No clue, really. One day we just kinda realised… sometimes it’s better to have people around. No man is an island. That can apply to groups too, I guess.”

“And why would you trust me?” Sam presses on, arms folded over her chest. “Sure, I’m your girlfriend, but I’ve hurt you before. I mean really fucked you over. That whole thing with William…”

“You had no way of knowing,” he says firmly. “It was stupid and immature, sure, but how could you have known?”

She shrugs. “I’ve just been thinking about it, I guess.”

They both lapse into silence, but beneath the covers, Odd reaches for her hand.

“I trust you because I trust you,” he says eventually. “And because if we need some big Lyoko Warriors PR Team, I’d want you at the helm. Who else is going to keep William from swaggering off the side of the planet? He can be kinda self-absorbed.”

“Sissi,” Sam deadpans.

“And who else is going to keep Sissi from turning every XANA distraction into a fucking performative art piece?”

“...Okay, fair.”

“By the way, you still taking her out to dinner tomorrow?”

“Apparently. You should tag along as my date.”

He laughs. “No way, I’m no third wheel.”

Sam leans forward and kisses him gently, before muttering, “By the way, I told Ulrich to get me in the main group chat. Think he’ll do it?”

“Absolutely not,” Odd says cheerfully, kissing her back. “But nice try. Here’s to next time.”

…

GROUP CHAT: Into The Lyokoverse

(9:48AM) Jeremie Belpois added Sam Suarez to Into The Lyokoverse.

(9:48AM) Jeremie Belpois: @Everyone Look who decided to show up!

(9:52AM) Yumi Ishiyama: Oh Hi Sam

(9:59AM) Aelita Schaeffer: hey, look who made it to the big leagues!!

(10:10AM) Odd Della Robbia: SAMMMMMMMMM !!!!!!!!!!

(10:12AM) Sam Suarez: !!!!!!!!

[katsukikitten]

Princess 9

You wake in a cold sweat from what feels like a dreamless sleep. It worries you, a dream you can still feel the fear from but not remember makes your skin crawl.

You scent copper in the air and a flash of your Mother's eyes cloud your vision. You sit up slowly fisting your hair before you realize what this dream means.

And what the pull of power in the sea headed in this direction means. You look over the King's sleeping form and scoff softly as you rise dressing in your black outfit with the white fur.

You head down the hill by the mouth of the market intending to take a sharp left when a voice calls out in the quiet.

"Ah my queen" Reo is up before the sun has a chance to rise above the hills, setting out offerings for the King. He gives you his shadowed back as he rummages through his trunks.

"I am not his wife." More bite in your voice than usual as you think of Katsuki's scarlet eyes.

Thinking of them clouded with emotion when you misted that man.

Fear, disgust.

"I never said you were. You do not need to be wed for me to accept you as one of my sovereigns." His voice is like ointment, "I have something for you. Something I think will please you greatly."

He produces a circlet crown of teeth and pearls, you stare down at the item.

At the teeth and you swallow the small lump in your throat.

"I...." You hesitate as he motions for to bow so he may place it on your head.

"Power and confidence, emotions gifted by your people." Reo adjusts it a final time and when you stay bowed he gives you an odd look.

"Thank you." You bow deeper, having wished to have anything close to a person like Reo in your life before.

You wanted to keep him safe.

You will keep him safe.

Especially from what is coming. Even if it means misting every person you lay eyes on.

You will bloody your hands again and again to keep Reo and what is slowly becoming your people, safe.

He places his wrinkled hand onto your shoulder pulling you from war.

"I should be thanking you. His majesty has matured greatly in the short time you've been here. We hardly saw him before you came." He makes quick work of setting up his stall, "I believe you're going to be late for that meeting."

You rush towards the call of power.

To the pull of familar blood.

Reo is right, you are late as the sun gleams over the figure painting him in a golden light as he comes into view.

Making him seem Godly further fueling your urge to make him fall from his pedistol.

Sink the ship even abandoning him here, maimed and having to fight for his own survival much we you both have done to any other scout sent to threaten the High Kingdom.

But you could also use talking to your advantage.

"Ah my sweet sister! How long has it been?" Ares says cooly as you stand before him.

Having to look up at him, as you always have in life.

But he never seemed to look down on you before. Not until now.

You would be a fucking liar if you said your heart wasn't hurting as you stared into his face, teeth grinding as you think.

But somethings never change as you notice that he does not have a single weapon using his same old tactic of seeming harmless when you two would first make land fall on a nation you were to declare war.

All the while he would lie in wait and use his opponent's own weapons against them. No one lived to tell the tale that he could control any weapon. Most thought he at least had to touch it.

Which is exactly why you brought just yourself.

You were a weapon but one Ares nor your Father could ever wish to control.

"Pity about your pretty face. It's scarring quite badly." He grabs onto your chin gently tilting it this way and that. You jerk away and he smiles.

"Do you know why I began training you?" Ares asks but you do not answer as you stare at him with steeled eyes.

"I did it because I knew your beautiful face was going to be prized and I knew of your, what I thought then, inescapable fate." His eyes linger on the jagged scar, only the middle still struggling to heal, "I couldn't stand the thought of you being wed and some man taking...stealing from you to sire some wretched seed. Taking advantage of your tender heart. I wanted you to be able to fight. To be worthy to choose your own man in Father's eyes. But it seems I've hardened your heart too much."

"You are naive to have ever thought I would have a choice." You snarl and he laughs.

"You seem to have one now. Was I to get an invitation to the wedding?" Ares laughs again as you grit your teeth.

"Before you speak you must see it through my eyes. You are adorned in artic fox fur, dragon's teeth and mother pearls that are reserved only for queens here." He smiles again, fingering a dangling tooth, his eyes never waivering as he continues, "You were smart only to bring the Prince."

Your head snaps to look over your shoulder to see Bakugou Katsuki standing on the tall hill, watching. He makes no move to join the two of you.

"Judging by your expression he came uninvited?" You glare at the blonde as Ares relishes the exchange.

You turn your ire onto your brother, eyes narrowing trying hard not to take his bait.

"Heh. Only my sister would be furious with the man who loves her. Any other woman would be furious had their lover not shown an inkling of worry for them." He brushes a stray strang of hair behind your ear, "You should be thankful that of all the people to tail you it was him. He is one of the few who is confident enough in his quirk to not carry a single blade."

"He doesnt love me. He doesn't even trust me." You grab onto Ares' wrist staring him into his golden eyes, "Enough toying with me."

He is silent for a long moment, reading into your eyes and body language as if he were rereading his favorite book.

"He isnt underestimating you if that's what you think. He clearly has some sort of affinity to you. What other man would watch a woman carve her face in front of thousands and *smile* about it." He removes his wrist from your grip, "Not to mention you've been here for what? Months? I hear you share the same bed but what is more shocking is you two share the same bath. An act more intamite than sex, more deep of a bond than marriage. To leave oneself so vulnerable in front if another in this warrior culture."

"How would you know anything about this fucking place?" You snarl so darkly that Ares' eye brows raise

"I have the same eyes and ears you do. Except you already took out one informant, a little late in the game though." He smiles waving for a figure to come from the dunes behind him, shock paints your features, "But I always had a back up. Did you?"

He shoves the hand maid you two once shared, you two once called friend, to the ground. She is seemingly unharmed until Ares pries her mouth open to reveal shortened flesh cauterized deep in her mouth.

"You..." You stare in horror and she cries, clutching onto the black fabric of your pants leg.

"So how did you kill him? The usual? Drowning him? Making him whither?" Ares goes on. You cannot believe he could be so cruel to what was his lover.

You stopped using her for information on Ares when he confessed to her and he...he maimed her. You let your palm pass over the curative of her skull as you bite back rage, tears.

"Hello? I need to know the details of his demise. I was kind enough to show you what happened to yours." He smiles cruelly and when you cannot meet his eyes he knows. He pulls Asui to her feet by the crook of her arm placing her small frame behind him. You can do nothing to protect her right now.

"Oh, you must have done it *that* way? Turned him to nothing but a pile of clothes and mist. And by the guilt on your face you must have done it in front of," He tilts his head to see your turned away face your eyes ever so slightly go over your shoulder, "someone you love. Must have been the prince then."

Rage pulls your muscles into action as you hold his blood, lifting him from his feet as you near closer.

"Predictable." He laughs, "My hot headed sister like my hot headed Father."

You squeeze tighter as you fight the pull of his blood and the urging of your wrath.

Screaming to be freely wielded outside of this mortal body. You give in just a touch, his eyes bulge as his laugh turns into a gasp.

Still he finds air to taunt.

"When you last commanded my blood I could barely think to breathe. Yet you hold me here with barely any force at all. Why is that?" His voice just above a rasp.

"You better choose the right side of this war brother." A growl so dark that you see his eyes cloud with an emotion you do not see often.

"I believe I already have." He struggles against your grip.

You fight the urge to smile until suddenly something tugs on your conscious in the bushes. Their power no longer shielded by sheer will power.

You hear the familiar sound of a sharpened metal tip singing through the air finding perfect purchase in your always tender calf. Slicing straight through muscled flesh, grazing the back of your fiba.

"PRINCESS!" A roar so raw that it pulls at your stomach and causes Ares's muscles to twitch as you drop him.

"Oh tell me again how he does not have an inkling of care for you." He rubs his throat from the invisible grip.

"You and the fucking legs!" You scream as you lift your right hand to handle the rest of the now rapidly THROWN arrows headed in your direction. But before you can change the direction with the persuasion of moved moisture heated explosions obliterate the arrows.

All but one that was thrown in the opposite direction moments before your arrival, one that Ares had slowed before this moment allowing it to return to it's full momentum. The metal bites deeply into your side with such precision that it flies past boned ribs with ease settling centimeters from puncturing your left lung.

You steel yourself and do not allow the pain to consume your thoughts as you dull your senses. Katsuki rushes to your side with murderous intent ready to RIP them limb from fucking limb with his own striked ire.

But you pull the two men by their blood unknowingly saving them from an early demise.

Bringing them before you in panting breaths that both know are not from exertion or the pain of your wound.

No they know from their boiling blood that you're moments away from making them a mist on the sea air.

"Tell Father that I'm not playing around. I will end this war swiftly and I *will* crown myself High Queen even if I must do it with one foot in the grave." You seethe, power whipping around like water whips, the ocean tearing up the sides of the mountains to answer your call, "Punctuate my promise with the bodies of those who do not survive."

You toss them both over the cliff towards their slowly sinking boat, they both sink deep into the thrashing ocean as Katsuki pulls you to him by your waist.

"I'm fine!" Water whips all around him but he is untouched. You wheeze from the deafening wails of power gushing through your veins, pulling on your bones begging to be used further.

"Says the woman with two arrows protruding from her sunkissed flesh." He bites, pulling you by your forearm damning you for not swallowing your pride for a moment for him to carry you to your shared chambers.

You hobble behind his much too fast pace, spitting blood, once twice as the old stinging feeling of your cheek returns. You growl aloud when you hear voices of Mina and Momo mixed with the laughter of a male.

"You called for them again?" You snap pausing outside of the yurt. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before he looks over his shoulder.

"Yes to see if you needed those two stitches replaced." His eyes blister over the wound and you snarl.

Baring your teeth with such animosity one would think you beast. Still he waits for your approach and when you do not follow he makes way to grab onto your arm.

"You are truly wretched." He hisses as he pulls you past the heavy fabric. The room silences and eyes widen at the blood oozing into the polished hardwood floor in alarmingly fat drops.. Their lingering doe like stares doing nothing but bringing the burning pain of your side and leg to the forefront of your mind.

"Princess!" Kirishima calls, his own wrapped and bruised skin poking at the veil of memories you are already trying to suppress.

You breathe in needles, your patience thinning with every throb around the foreign metal in your body. You hobble to the bath trying so fucking hard to control your rapid breathing from your rising irritation. You wrap small fingers around smooth wood before you pull the first arrow from screaming flesh. Unbothered by the fact that pulling it this way would cause more damage.

You fight hesitation that no one can see as you use deft hands to pull the one from your side, throwing it so hard it buries itself inches into the thick hardwood. No one goes to move as you face in the direction of the village as the flicking your wrist locking onto someone unknown.

Pulling a man from his curtent job to assist you as his broad shoulders come flying into the yurt like a rigid doll thrown carelessly into the play house.

You flick your wrist, fingers dancing and suddenly his movements were fluid as if he were moving on his own. Doing his normal ritual to pull the purest moisture from the air before heating it between his palms.

Had no one seen your hand at work, they would all think he was filling a bath of his own accord. Especially with how gingerly he opens the large glass jars beside the tub, pouring in certain herbs for medical purposes. Everyone in the room blanches feeling their throats tighten with unfamiliar fear, everyone one but a certain hot head.

No, he does not whiten like bone in the sun, his anger colors his cheeks red as a fall apple.

"I'm sure he knows how to use his own fucking quirk!" He snarls darkly in his mother tongue. You hold his burning eyes with your own, guilt fills your throat with each passing second and finally you snap.

You scream your frustration flicking your wrists as you do and sending everyone from the yurt to land at the foot of the market.

Everyone but the ash blonde that your body refuses to control in spite of the power, of your own will, begging you to use him.

To use all of them to get what you want.

You pant heavily, your rage having raised your blood pressure in turn causing a thicker pool of crimson at your feet. It is making you dizzy which is making you angrier. Your rage organ pumping out unnecessarily hot wrath into your thick capable frame causing it to shake.

"Get. Out." You bite, venom soaking every syllable before turning so softly as your eyes prick with welled up ire, "Now."

Katuski notices the change in demeanor quickly, stepping slowly to you, until his hands hovered over your shoulders. Still cautious to touch.

"If you truly wanted me to you would have sent me away as you did with them." His voice is soft for once, his hands finally landing on your shoulders gently, "Let me help you."

When you do not respond he goes for a carved bone knife by the tub to better access your wound and your raw emotions have you snapping again as you think of out stretched gnarled hands.

"THIS IS MY FUCKING FAVORITE ONE!" You yell franticly in his mother tongue and he places the knife down slowly. Careful to avoid sudden movements as he slides the fur of the jumper off of your shoulders a bit before folding it over careful to guide it furthest away from you wound as he slips you out of the black fabric.

"Ki can fix it just as she made it." He reassures you of Reo's wife's skill as he lays it gently over a low arm chair. He notices your crown, fingering the dragons teeth softly before removing it with slow fluid motions. He damned Reo when he saw it placed atop your brilliant crown, the old man knew full well it would have his heart racing to see what Reo, what his people already saw.

A Queen.

He sets it on your side table, careful to straighten the strings of pearls and teeth before returning to his work. He lifts you princess style as he eases you into the bath, undressing himself only after he's settled you. Stepping in with an almost sluggish manner as if any movement of water would disturb you.

"You should heal your wounds while they are submerged. Start with your side." An order that you for once obey, feeling too numb from the rush of fading emotion to notice the worry in his tone. He turns you away from him slowly as nimble fingers unweave your braided hair, disentangling any knots along the way before pouring deliciously hot water over your scalp.

Fat tears fall over red rimmed eyes as he tenderly cares for you, his hand massaging in shampoo while you're reminded of your improbable behavior all the while your brother's words echo in your head.

"Only my sister would be furious with the man who loves her."

"Oh tell me again how he does not have an inkling of care for you."

It is true that he must feel something for you. He had not harmed you, barely touched you in your sleep, he was sure you were clothed and fed. And when you shook the cage of his ire he restrained himself, a feat others had later told you was unheard of. Hell he even saved you from certain death within a few hours of meeting him after such a display of spiteful behavior and what do you do in return of his favor? Your mind flashes images of the times you thought to kill him, how many times did you talk yourself out of using his very own bath water to silence him forever.

You try to swallow the sob that threatens your frame but to no avail, it causes you to shake breaking the dam on your tears once more.

The second time in years you were truly and uselessly crying.

Katsuki takes immediate notice, he gives you a moment and when you continue to cry openly he speaks.

"What plagues your thoughts princess?" His voice is like ointment on your burning cheek.

"Nothing." Your voice comes out normal, having long ago learned to control your pitch and tones.

"Then why are you shaking? It is not a shiver from cold as the bath is steaming and I know it is not a shiver of pleasure." He chuckles darkly at his own joke before rinsing away the conditioner, "Face me if nothing is wrong."

You do not move and he sighs.

"I need to clean your cheek..." He bites back his impatient growl as a broad hand turns you to face him. He watches you swipe at your eyes quickly with angry hands.

"It is okay to show me your tears." He says as he drinks in the sight of you, even in sadness you're breath taking, "I will help carry the burden of them."

"No, it's an ugly display of vulnerability that I wish to never share." You bite back another sob.

"Do you know why my people respect women so much?" He asks and when you cannot offer an answer he continues, "We respect women because they are so in tune with their emotions. Because they are strong enough to allow them to happen, brave enough to show their tears, their rage, their love to another. Women are far from weak, tears are far from weak."

The dam somehow bursts again and your body is rocked with emotion.

Over too many things and possibilities.

Over the blood you will soon have on your hands and true to his word Katsuki takes some of your burden as he pulls you to him, both of you uncaring of the proximity of your naked bodies. He wraps powerful arms around you as his palm glides over your wet hair. Your tears collect in the crook of his spiced neck as the steam begins to die away from the bath. Slowly you return to your normal state and slowly he gathers things to clean your wound. He stops for a moment and stares.

Crimson eyes gliding over a scared bottom lip, he traces it for a moment and you shudder. The scar tingles from the ghost of his calloused skin as he sighs, stare fixated on the wound he reopened. The remorse in his eyes has your own stinging, silence stretches between the two of you as time seems to slow.

"I'm sorry, Mo chuisle." He breathes so softly, breaking the spell, as the pad of his thumb wipes away a stray tear, hand squeezing the rag in his other hand.

"My pulse?" You ask softly, letting your hand slide down his forearm to caress the softened skin of the crook of his elbow.

"That is what you're becoming." He admits as he returns to dabbing at your cheek, "As much as I do not want it to be. You urge my heart to beat, to drum on."

You stare at the man before you, his glistening skin shining in small scars from battles unknown, a man that has been hardened by time and tragic loss yet still he sits before you. As raw and vulnerable as you, softened by nothing other than your own thorny exterior. His blood beats in time with your own, his power thrumming beneath toned muscles calling out to you as yours calls to his. You close the distance between you two again, he gives you his full attention as your scared lips move in perfect motions under his watchful eye.

"Thank you....mo chuisle." You say softly watching his cheeks dust with blush. You lean ever closer, daring to press your lips to his if only for a moment. Katsuki fights every muscle in his body not to hold your mouth to his letting you lean away as his heart yearns for more.

[huntsman-ash]

LiveThoughts: RWBY V8E6

Second attempt at this since last time Chrome just DIED for no reason...

Im going to put literally the entire thing with Cinder under one note; Called it.

Its a great set of stuff, sure, but it doesnt relaly tell us anything we didnt already know about Cinder, and I personally feel it doesnt really explain why she turned out the way she did. I feel like we’ve had another weird twist of the situation again...M+K? Coronas fault? Who knows. Either way, this section isnt great by my taste and I kinda skipped most of it. 

Few things to note though; Apperently in Mistral scrubbing by hand is still more viable floor cleaning tech than using Dust.

The wind vane on the roof has the Rooster Teeth symbols rooster on it. 

The hotel Cinder is bought by is named the Glass Unicorn, fittingly enough for...several reasons. 

The coffees behind the stepsisters when we first see them are the animated versions of the real life stuff RT put out just before this season went live. 

No one seems to notice the fact cinder has orange eyes. I wonder if weird eye colors are just a THING in Remnant?

The control collar/shock thing is incredibly inefficient in design, since it doesnt actually hold on to her very well. A more effective brace/choker design would have worked better.

The song that goes on during all of this is...kind of obvious and a little bland? Fitting for younger Cinder I guess. 

Mmm. Random greasy huntsman. 

I guess in Atlas its fine to laugh at struggling teenagers?

Im going to assume there’s a 3+ year gap here where she gets older, cause she stops being smol and gets closer to how we see her now.

Also even here, in Atlas...really? The most effective way to clean these carpeted floors is to have a TEENAGER SCRUB THEM BY HAND?

How do you scrub...I assume its carpet anyway?

And how you tell civilians are lame in Atlas; they are impressed...by a sword.  Just a sword. A boring, half-cut sword. Losers.

I assume this would be Cinder’s semblance manifesting. Also note on the desk; “we do not serve faunus”. Well THAT doesnt surprise me.

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHE. Get fucked Cinder. HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE

I dont even feel pity for her, this is funny to me.  Also the fact that this kind of shit aCTUALLY EXISTS is...amusing to me. Like, really? So I guess indentured servitude is a thing in Remnant too. 

And this is why Cinder likes to use swords. Really. Wow. LAMEO.

Huh. Dual maces. Interesting. Thats a prety cool weapon.  Looks like they open up too. Bet he could bash some skulls with that.

“Hurting them isnt going to make your life any better”. Um, excuse me? I think hurting them is the very best thing to do in this situation. At least, for the moment anyway. 

Huh. So she’s ten at this point? Even as a child, shes older than she looks. 

And training montage. Huh. Or at least I assume it is. I get the feeling being able to go where you want too and do what you want too is the main reason Hunters exist. There must be crazy tight immigration laws...or, maybe, its just that traveling between kingdoms is stupid dangerous cause of Grimm. I think the latter is most likely considering every form of public transit extra-kingdom we’ve seen (even between cities, see Argus Limited) has some kind of defensive weaponry. Limited and ineffective, for th emost part oddly.

So you can take the exam at 18. Okay cool. Pre-that must be prep school. Wonder what happens if you wash out? Also I like how this dude is just “yeah, 7 years of training, we got this.”

I think this is the first time we’ve seen the other side of the moon. Or at least, the proper other side...bloody hell I STILL dont know how all those piesces are still held in place, the thing looks like it should start yeeting bolides at Remnant. 

Better still we see it MOVE, rotate in time to the passing of years. So it literally does rotate on its own axis, and more importantly, unlike OUR moon, its NOT tidally locked. We only ever see the same side of our moon. REmnants rotates MUCH faster. Also it doesnt seem to have phases like ours does. I’ll check on why that is. 

Well at least we have an explanation for why Cinders so damn good at fighting people. Trained by an Atlas Huntsman.

Also as a note the device is quite literally just an electrical Dust crystal attached to a necklace. Things the most inefficent torture device Ive ever fucking seen. 

Wonder how often they have to change the crystal.

And there goes the moon rotating again.

I like how NO ONE comment on the blade going missing and that guy never came back for it. I guess he must have just bought a new one.

I get the very distinct feeling they wont just let her go honestly, permission or not. 

AWWW WE DONT EVEN GET TO SEE CINDER MURDER THE SISTERS. Also no blood. Odd.  Good kill on the  stepmother though. Oh, that NECK CRACK.  I like how all the bitch can do is try and shock Cinder, like, uh...adrenaline up? SHE HAS A SWORD? MAYBE FIGHT BACK?

Hah. Weak ass fuckin Atlas people.  Also the clock going off in the back ground twelve times. How fitting. Welcome to midnight. 

Also shes kind of glowing here cause the room is dark, and I find it amusing this is probably the last time she wears white.

And THERES the Cinder we know

Sick ass music, cool. Also THAT is an interesting semblance...I guess he turns himself to metal? Also DAMN his aura broke after THAT? Hes a Huntsman...ah who cares. Again probably in Cinders memory more than anything. Which at this point is probably about as reliable as a coked up hookers.

SHANKED. Sucker. You shoulda seen THAT one coming.

And thats all it took to get the shock collar off. Lol. 

So what happened to the hotel? Did they just...write it off? I mean four people got murdered in there...

And now we’re back on the whale. HOW THE SCREAMING FUCK DID CINDER JUST...

Wow. She just got up after eating that blast. Fucking plot armor.

Merc making the hard calls honestly.  Im actually gonna watch all of this now which is nice because I want to know whats happening in the real world. PITY MORE THAN HALF THE EPISODE WAS THIS FUCKING FILLER.

I like how Cinder just...goes quiet the moment she realizes shes lost Mercury. Not that he was USEFUL mind you but if I had to guess she liked being the boss. But now shes...basically back where she started. 

So the whale is basically a ship. It has a bridge. Probably Salems throne room.

Man, Oscars literally just RTs punching bag this season isnt he? Literally in this case. 

His clothes are still scortched too which I find interesting.  The black eyes also staying. Auras not back up then? Aura repair and regen seems...werid half the time. Like RT does what they want with it.

Ah so someone finally says it...but at the same time what exactly does Salem have to fear? If she cant fight the whole world...what could they do? Maybe overwhelming her? It...Im having a hard time putting the “she cant be stopped” with “shes afraid of fighting all of Remnant”. 

Somethings missing here. I know it.

The sound of the “door” opening reminds me of the Flood doors in High Charity in Halo 3s Cortana. Fleshy twisting.

Mention from Hazel, but AGAIN...no details. I guess if you nail down how she can do stuff its harder to write? 

Glad someone made a comment on the futility of the Hunter academies. 

I really hate how Salems giving us creepy mommy shades. 

Hmm. So yeah the bridge IS the throne room/command deck. I like how Neo doesnt give a fuck is just casually kneeling. 

Ah okay THATS why he grabbed the scroll. 

Heh. Interesting. How exactly does this work I wonder. 

...Why does Salem have a ring. Has she always had that ring?

Neo looking at the Hound like “oh, I could ride this thing”. 

Oh cool the Ace Ops. And they’re arguing, shocker. Sounds like Elm doesnt trust tech either. No shock there.  Idiot.

Atlas elite. Yeah, right.

Huh, is this a Manta with landing gear? I guess they do have them...seems kind of silly to have them so high up though. I guess thats what the thing under the door is for, so they can deploy a ramp. Man, I really dont like Atlas’s airship design.

Hare needs some fuckin suppresants. 

Annnnddd...here we go, things go straight to hell. I was warned of this. I am going to try and not be mad...but from what Ive heard the incomptence of the military in this particular section is astronomical.

Huh. So...Grimm can be convirted into a rock-punching liquid? Interesting. Has that always been a thing or... Also why the fuck are you jsut standing there in awe, go kill the fucking thing! Fucking Specialists.

...that is all it took to get through Atlas’s shield? THAT?

I also love how no one does anything. Ironwoods like “wait what the fuck”. Come on bro. 

And...thats the Atlas navy. Everyone. Two lasers. One of which missed. Remind me again what exactly these things are used to shoot?

Wait, no, that took down part of it, and then the rest is, surprise, hitting the soft rock on the outside. 

THERE goes the shield. 

Hang on a second, how long have those giant squid things been there?

And...what. The whale just approaches, nothing happens? You’ve got 12 fucking ships there, shoot the fucking thing.

Again, WHY IS NO ONE DOING ANYTHING?

Oh, it just beach-headed. Okay fine, whatever. 

Im not really worried.

Lets see how RT makes this WORSE though...

And thats this weeks episode.

[marvelousaddiction]

A Better Reality Ch1

Pairing: Eddie Brock (Venom) x Carlton Drake x Reader

Summary: You worked for Carlton Drake at the life Foundation and you had over time fallen for him but after learning of his doing and his passing you discover alternate worlds (like in Spiderverse or the Flash; actually the Flash, let's say Earth 19. This isnt a crossover though.) Your discovery leads you to a reality where not only was Carlton alive but he was happy, and best friends with Eddie Brock who was still Venom but in this world Carlton had the opposite mission. You stay a while before you are faced with a decision between staying with them, and choosing one, or going back to your reality. Would this Eddie trust you enough to ever tell you about his symbiote, not knowing that you already know? Could your choice re-create the Carlton Drake you know and lost back home? Who would you choose? Would you stay?

It had been months since you heard word of Carlton Drake's death and you had finally completed the mourning process. The grief hit you like a freight train and upon being told your knees went weak and you sunk to the floor screaming as tears covered your face and poured and you screamed. His big beautiful and persuasive chocalte eyes still behind yours when you blinked. Denial came as not believing he was gone or had actually done what everyone was saying, the anger followed when you almost believed he had, but not quite, and you still defended his name because you were unsure. Depression was when you didn't care about your work for weeks, you showed up exhausted and uninterested in comparison to yourself which was always excited and thrilled to learn more, discover, help people. Acceptance, you assumed that was thestage you were on currently. You showed up with a cup of pep, you had a smile at the least, a small bit of hope and just a little of your old excitement; you had come to terms with him being gone and not being at work anymore, and what he had possibly done and you forgave him. Maybe it was because you could still envision those eyes of his, but you weren't going to question.

"Hi," you greet your coworker who returned the greeting and was way too perky; you wouldnt have thought that before all of this but now you did. "What is it?"

"We discovered something major, thanks to you," she has a smile that covers her entire face and she bites her lip to conceal a scream or a squeal as she starts running and pulling you along down the hall.

"Hey-wait-what-what're-what did-"

She only giggles as you reach the lab and she points to a screen that has a image of what looks like a galaxy, or maybe several, it was huge. "Is that another universe?" "Possibly, but it was based on your data and based on your research as well-," she zooms in on the touch screen to a planet mass that lokks exactly like earth. "I know what you are thinking Y/N, and it isn't our earth but," she gestures to a portal behind the glass casing, "you can go there"

"O-Okay," now you felt a rush, a spark. You hop in place a little, chewing your own lip now as well. You take each others hands and hop up and own. "Alright, so do I just....step through?"

"Yeah, and this may affect time and space, the time there may or may not be like that here and the-" "huge sci-fi fan, yeah, I know. And getting back here?" "Same portal, one of us will be here at all times. We are taking shifts and alternating," she points to her assistant. "Will the portal stay open?" "Doesnt it have to?" She asks confused, her arms crossed now. You shrug, "I was just thinking that it should close at a certain time....so noone sees it, there but mostly here....call me paranoid...." "Good idea, how is 12 midnight here?" You nod in agreement, "and reopen it at 1am....." "Got it, our shifts will be 12 to 12. Go, go, discover, take note, we are making history!!"

You nod and step into the other room of the lab. You wave to them, heave a deep breath and step through. On the other side it looks just like the labs in your world.

"Excuse me Miss?" A familiar voice calls from behind you and you bite back tears and slowly turn to see Carlton with blonde hair and a big smile, so similar yet so differnt. You lose focus except for staring at him and you see his lips moving but you cant hear what he says. "I-I'm sorry, w-what?"

He still smiles warmly, making eye contact with those damn eyes, "I was asking if you are a new employee? I haven't seen you around and my new assistant was supposed to start today.

"Oh." You blink and think for a second, a brief second and blink once more. "Yes, that would be me, hello," you smile, offering him a handshake.

"Nice to meet you," he shakes your hand.

This Drake was a lot friendlier than the one you knew, well know, the Drake you knew was a sweetheart with children and was nice in his own way, or did you just care about him so much you saw it that way? Love is blind.

"Nice to meet you too-" "Carlton, please," he kisses the top of your hand then lets it go. "May I ask your name?"

"Y-Y/N," you knew you were blushing, you just knew. The Drake on your reality definetly never did anything like that.

"Y/N, I can let you slide on your first day for being late," he winks.

"H-How late?"

"All day, but it's okay. You are new to town-"

"You have no idea-"

"Heh, yeah. It's 3 and you were meant to be here at 9 but if you come to dinner with my friend and I then it is under the rug." He begins trudging off.

You stand trying to absorb everything for a moment. It was 3 here now, and 9:30am back home.

"Y/N? Coming?" He turns, asking you with a warm smile.

"Oh, oh yes, thankyou," you smile and run to catch up and follow behind him, while working out the times in your head.

[zombeamik]

OKAY LIVE REACTION TO RIKAS BACKSTORY DLC HERE WE GO

okay so spoilers again lol

okay so i thought when you played the scret ending 1? riaks backstory was free? e-e

HAHA NVM WAS JUST THE FIRST EPISODE time to go buy 330 hour glasses ANYWAYS

okay seriosuly thing for people who dont like Rika, for what she did. You should honestly play her backstory.. it really could clear some things up for you, and it may chnage your mind, just abit hopefully.

you shouldnt just say no to story, just because you don’t like her.

Of course, if you really dont want to read it fine, but it can probably really help.

Episode 1

this god lady sounds like Jaehee tbh SO CUTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE OH Mina is Rikas real name :3 How cute already liking this. WONT BE ABLE TO AFFORD THE RETS OF IT THOUGH

Mina/Rika, they really didnt deserve what happened to them.

HOLY FCUK I HONESTLY THOUGHT MIKA WAS FUCKING RIKA BUT IT WAS THE OTHER WAY AROUND OKAY OR AM I GETTING TI MIXED UP?

okay gotta buy 330 hours glasses but THEN ILL CONTINUE MY REACTION

OKAY IM BACK TO REACT AND TO CRY OKAY COOL

the game didnt like me buying more hourglasses o it decided to messwith mu audio.

okay had to restart my phone THANKS ANOTHER SETBACK

Episode 2

okay so, i like Mika back here. BUT WHAT I SAW IN THE V ROUTE, thats not cool Mika. you were kinda okay? you were already a little manipulative to a three year old. “My little sister, should always have short hair” how about you shut up. Twins? All she ever wated was to be loved and not taken away from her “Twin”, Maybe thats why she cared so much for Saeran and Saeyoung before she ddi what she did. Mika no, no. You’re the one who put those awful things in Minas/Rikas mind ugh okay i go back to not liking her, that was very fast.

Okay grown up Rika/Mina, okay rika i like you when you arent doing ur creepy eyes. UGH honestly im so mad at Mika, honestly the fuck. CUTE PICTURES OF V AND RIKA YES okay i know, i like V and all but tbh they were cute together.

excuse me V you shouldve said THATS WHY I ADORE UR SUN BC THATS ALL SHE NEEDED TO HEAR, she didnt want to hear that you loved her because of her darkness.  She wnated someone to love her, or show her a tiny bit of warmth so she could find the light inside her. So, so far, Mika is the one who introducded her to this “darkness” SO UNLESS RIKAS BACKSTORY CAN GIVE ME A REASON TO NOT DISLIKE MIKA AND FORGIVE HER I WILL GLADLY TAKE IT.

Episode 3

THATS THE FIRST THING I OPEN UP TO? 

UR SO CREEPY, WHY DID GOD SEND YOU? THE FUCK WHAT KIND OF ASSHOLE ADOPTIVE PARENTS ARE YOU

sorry what?

Mina, Serena

Im glad she went with Rika, I like Mina, but Rika ive gotten used to it. Maybe she’ll go back to Mina one day?

Oh. Okay i dont like Rika/Mina/Serena’s Mother. and the pastor, no wonder she started a cult, i mena look at his outfit. WHAT KIND OF SHITTY PASTOR ARE YOU

NO WONDER SHE STARTED A FUCKING CULT, YOU ARE ALL DOUCHEBAGSSSSSSSS

“NEEDS ALOT OF PRAYERS” how about you shut up, man,  Pastor my fucking ass, Devil worshipper is more fucking likely.

excuse me pastor, your voice in my ears IS FUCKING CREEPY DO YOU MIND

UR LIKE A PERVERT

“ your body has grown, is it satan?” HOW ABOUT YOU MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS AND LEAVE HER ALONE

yep, i fully understamd now why she created a cult. okay im only on 3 of 8 but still

EXCUSE ME LADY, YOUR DAUGHTER CLEARLY SAID NOT O GOING WITH THE PASTOR LEARN SOME FUCKING MANNERS AND DONT BE A RUDE BITCH

I THOUGHT WE WERE LOOKING FOR HER FATHER?

WHY DID WE FIND MIKA IM SO CONFUSED

oh, her dads the head of the hospital, okay. all good.

YEAH YOU TELL HIM MIKA

YEAH THANK YOU NURSE KICK HIM OUT P[LEASE

WEEE THANKS NURSE

she just wnated to be free from hatred? 

BUT NOBODY WOULD ALLOW HER, THEY KEPT PUSHING HER FURTHER INTO THE DARKNESS

okay gone back to not liking Mika just abit

oh.

now i dont know?

Episode 4

THATS NOT WHAT I WANTED TO HEAR EITHER

Mika had cacner in her eyes.

Mika lived a while though, so her dad must have paid the bills.

MIKA LIED ABOUT THE PHONE NUMBER AND THE ADRESS THE FCUK

Did she really grow up at the orphange? PROBABLY FUCKING NOT

I was just feeling sad for her, but then she did that.

WAIT RIKA HONEY NO ITS NOT YOUR FAULT OF WHAT HAPPENED.

Oh.

so she made V blind because of that?

PUPPY

okay no, no new puppy then.

MS. HEAD OF THE RFA

no v, shes brainwashed him.

THE BOTANICAL GARDEN

No V you should focus on saeyoung because ive turned saeran into somebody i regret now.

Rika no.

you didnt have to shut everyone out, 

he asked you to leave?

Ugh im so confused?

WELL MIKA WAS RIGHT TEACHER THEY WERE BAD PARENTS

GROSS PASTOR PLEASE DONT SAY LITTLE LABM AROUND MINA, THATS CREEPY

Oh.

right yeah, she only separated saeran and saeyoung because of their parents.

Mika, why. 

she didnt have to lie about the orphanage, and then why you said you made Rika think it was all her fault, and then ugh

A FUCKING PUPPY 

WAIT SALLY

SHUT UP MOTHER, ITS A CUTE DOG AND WE BOTH LOVE IT

YEAH SALLY YOU GROWL AT HER

Oh.

I KNEW IT

the pastor is a creep, a pervert, child molester

EXCUSE ME MOTHER?

THATS THE FUCKING RITUAL TO GET SATAN OUT OF HER? 

EXCUSE ME THAT IS FUCKING ILLEGAL PASTOR OR NOT

dont fucking freak out, you told her to leave because you didnt want sally in the house and now your like THE FUCK YOU GOING SERENA HUH? ugh

Rika no, that isnt the right choice.

EXCUS ME MIKA DIED?

THEN WHO THE FUCK WAS THERE WHEN RIKA WAS OLDER

DID MIKA LIE ABOUT DYING?

SALLY UR SO CUTE

oh bad momesnt to mention sally being cute.

listen, all rika every wanted was to love someone.

defo a cult, Believer’s? This some sort of god cult.

WAIT NO SALLY DONT CRY

oh she was 16.

oh dear.

well that was a roller coaster

Episode 5

great she started working a church, and became a nun. even more fantastic

OH SWEET HER NAME IS FINALLY RIKA

I do like the names Mina and Serena but still Rika.

well wjat she thought she was doing was okay. Not wanting anyone to be abandoned?

she just uh turned it into something alot bigger than helping out at a church

She only treated people the way she did was because she didnt know how loving parents acted, so what she thought she was doing was right to her, since she didnt know anything else.

okay so shes 18.

and she wnated to shoe people her light instesd fo her darkness

AN THEN SHE MEETS V

OH THE CLOUD PHOTO, man when she looked at it she said Mother, because thats the first thing that came to mind. 

SHE JUST WNATED TO BE A SUN BUT DIDNT KNOW HOW

SAEYOUNG

WHY DOES TINY SAEYOUNG SOUND LIKE BIG SAEYOUNG

oh

yeah she thought that of she didnt protect saeyoung he’d rot just like Mika.

heh

Oh.

she could see her and mIka in him so she grew attached

she onyl wanted to do good

Rika the Angel but she thought of herself as Rika the Devil ok

Episode 6

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSUNG

okay so she didnt want yoosung to find out about her darkness

Rika honey, its okay. he still would ahve loved you.

Okay so Oh got it okay.

Yoosung is the son of rikas mothers sister,

SHE WAS SO WORRIED HE’D BE RUINED IF HE STAYED CLOSE

RIKA NO DONT OUT YOURSELF DOWN

YOU’RE EQUAL TO YOOSUNG D:

REUSING PHOTOS ARENT YOU CHERITZ OK

BUT HYE V

she couldnt feel anything? well V is both light and dark rika.

man v still doesnt know rikas real name BUT WE DOOOOO

episode 7

Man v ur kinda smooth with words but at the same time like you just met.

V MAKE UP UR FUCKING MIND

okay so she modelled for V and then when she was doing that they didnt talk much? man V atleast tell her she did good. how rude.

ZENNNN

v the fuck you didnt even say goodbye, just IM GONNA GO GRAB MY CAMERA AND THEN FCUKING WALK OFF

V no.

you didnt even compliment her or anything, you just said heres lets take pictures but we aint gonna talk and thn when your done, i aint gonna say you did well or anything like that.

V you kinda an asshole.

NO SALLY

okay shes fine.

V was just curious about me because im not like the rest”

kinda sounds like it,

YES RIKA YOU DO DESERVE THE SUN HONEY

YOU ARE THE SUN I THOUGHT WE ALREADY ESTABLISHED THIS

oh so it was Mina that wanted to be loved.

well shes still a prt of you rika, so that measn you wanted to be loved aswell.

okay so she stopped visiting V

V came to visit her

make up your fuckingmind V

“Heathen Cult”

well yeah basically.

JUMIN

V WHAT THE FUCK

“ can you show me how dark you are?”

HOW ABOUT A FUCKING NO

SHE CLEARLYT SAID NO V

YOU BETTER NOT FUCKING PUSH HER TO SHOW YOU

okay all good

she told V everything

and she scared she;ll end up like Mika.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

ANOTHER V AND RIKA PHOTO

HUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGS

WAIT HONEY DONT CRY

MINA YEEE

LAST EPISODE 

wow thats fast.

okay so saeyoung went abroad and then she stopped disagreeing when saeren was saved

then she met Jumin a year later, sweet.

HAPPY ENDING

WELL YOU HAVE ONE NOW RIKA UR HAPPY AND YEEE

okay so then she got her aparement

and then she dint know if things to turn to the worst or the best

well id say the worst but you did save alot of people.

you may have brainwashed them but they would ahve probably died without her help.

MIKA UR STILL ALIVE

UR BLIND THO

OH

YUP OKAY GOT IT

MIKA DIDNT TURST V SO RIKA WAS LIKE OK YEAH I DONT EITHER BC UR ALWAYSSSSSS RIGHT

right.

Mina believed her.

so she agreed.

SO CUTE

WHAT

MIKA NO

USE SAERAN AND YRUN HIM INTO A HACKER

HOW ABOUT YOU SHUT UP MIKA

IM BACK TO NOT LIKING YOU

MINA 

YOU

YOU MANIPULATED MINA INTO DOING YOUR DIRTY WORK

SHE TRUSTED AND YOU

AND YOU USED HER

“I must not use that boy. I must save him”

WELL THANK YOU RIKA

what kind of bullshit is that.

WELL YOU SHOULD DEFIENTLY TELL V BUT WHEN MIKA SAY NO YOU GOTTA AGREE BECAUSE MINA TRUSTS HER

EXCUS EME RIKA

MINA WAS THE LIGHT

mika is the dark

mika just please shut up.

okay she died. thats sad but like

NOT AFTER WHAT YOU DID

CUTE PHOTO OF RIKA YES

Thoughts

thst was um

one crazy ride

AND I WAS THERE FOR IT

so glad i read it.

even if you dont like rika at all

please do

its worth it.

as you can see my thoughts were jumbled in the actual live reaction

but it makes alot of sense kind aof?

im to lazy to write a review so thats the best you’re gonna get.

Its really good, to actually understand why Rika/Mina/Serena turned out the way she was.

i mena i already forgave her in the V ending

but even though she did those bad things, if someone just loved her and didnt feeed her with horrible views of the world, she was still a caring girl even though the darkness took a hold of her,

Im not glad of what happened to her, but if it didnt we would have never even met anyone. so as mucha s i hate to say it, im glad of what happened, and 100% glad we could help her through with it.

Okay, well that was fun.

[jackandmarksavedme88]

Dark Lemonade

@ashphoenix06 @honestlyitsjustkennaswriting @emma-wrote @goldenoceanarps @weirdmixofweirdness

TW: Some violence, also gets a liiiiittle dirty(but the super nsfw parts have been cut out for tumblr sake 😂😂)

Mark.....are we ever going to stop driving?"

"Well. You said isolated. His place is as isolated as i could think of"

Alison studied Mark as he drove, glancing behind them where Amy was driving Alison's car every so often

"And youre sure Dark isnt going to be too...put out?"

Mark chuckled 'That asshole is always put out. Part of his charm you could say"

As he drove he thought of the conversation hed had with the ego the week before

******

"Why here Mark? Why does she need to stay here? I dont even know her"

Mark looked at Darkiplier as his aura slightly crackled around him

"I told you. Her ex has been stalking her, she needs somewhere to stay while her dad is off the ranch. She doesnt need to be alone on that huge place. Amy and i are going out of town. Now get over it. Shes staying"

"So get the police to babysit her. Why should *I* have to" the ego scowled, clearly not giving a shit what would happen to this girl

"Look Dark im not having anything happen to her because you want to be a pretentious ass. Its not like you use all of the five rooms here."

"You and Amy talk as if shes your child. Shes a grown woman"

"Yes. And her ex is an even bigger grown man that is unhinged and wants to do very bad things to her. Shes staying here."

Darkiier glared as his creator, his aura lashing tendrils out every so often as his temper rose. But he knew there was no arguing.

"Fine. But she better stay out of my way"

*********

Mark pulled to a stop in front of the big house in the woods. Alison gaped at the sight of the beautifully crafted home and the big lake behind it

"Holy. Shit.'

Mark laughed out loud "yeah. Good taste huh?"

Alison climbed out of the car and stretched her arms out, her shirt falling off her shoulder a bit, revealing a faded scar. She grabbed what she had in Mark's car and joined him and Amy to walked up the front steps and inside

"Hello?"

"Well come in, dont just stand there" Dark said.

He watched Mark and Amy come in as he walked down the stairs and stopped as Alison stepped through the door

He took her in. Reddish brown hair, green eyes, short, not skinny but not what hed call fat. She looked around nervously and then locked eyes with her host for the next couple of weeks.

"Um...hi. Im Alison Calaway" she reached out a hand to shake his as he reached the bottom of the steps. "Its nice to meet you Dark...thank you for letting me be here"

Dark took her hand and felt almost a buzz, aside from his own aura, go through him

"Yes. Mark has told me about you. Glad i could...assist"

Amy looked at her watch "oh. We gotta go if we are going to get to bed and get on the road in the morning.... Alison are you sure youre ok?" She wasnt too sure about leaving her here with HIM all that time

"Amy Ill be fine. Yall go"

She hugged and kissed both Mark and Amy on the cheeks and watched as they climbed in Marks car and drove away.

"So...are you hungry?" Alison jumped as Dark spoke closer to her ear than she thought hed be

"Oh. Um. No. Actually. Im good. I could go for some hot tea though.

"Ah. Perfect. Come with me to the kitchen"

The ego led the way as she tried to figure out this vibe she was getting. Like he reallllly didnt want her there, but was also curious about her.... He was pretty easy on the eyes though so she figured she'd survive

She sat down at the bar as he boiled the water

"So. When you said Mark talked about me....how much did he tell you?" Alison inquired, not sure what to say

"He told me of the ex-boyfriend and why you needed somewhere to stay..... May i ask how it got to that point? If thats not too forward?"

He turned to see her absentmindedly running her fingers over a scar along her collar bone

"Well.. I was with him two years. He didnt like me having friends other than him. Didnt like when i went on the road with my Dad's company and wrestled house shows.."

Darkiplier looked at her "wait...wrestling ?"

Alison ducked her head and laughed

"heh...yeah.... Long story. Dad is practically royalty in the business and i did it for a while. ..but Shane didnt like that. Mostly because i hung out with the guys and trained with them.... So for the sake of the relationship i stayed home. Then he got to where he hated me talking to Mark, Jack...Anyone really. Long story short he attacked me a few times....the last time he almost killed me..... Chase and Jackie saved my life. They had been on the way over to get me and heard me scream. Broke in..... I had to get a lot of stitches that night. And he didnt like being told no. He took off while they were helping me. Cops have been looking for him, hes been sending me letters, showing up at places where im at. But he always takes off when i see him..... Hes gotten bolder and my parents and Mark and everyone didnt want me left alone. So here i am"

Dark studied her for a moment. He could read that she had strength. But she was broken. He couldn't understand why but he felt a tug of protectiveness in his chest at the thought of that asshole trying to track her here... At least those idiotic Septic Egos had done something right. Though letting him get away was pathetic

"Well. Dont worry. If he tries to darken my doorstep, he will surely get more than he bargined for i can assure you"

He brought two mugs over and poured the water over the tea bags. They sat and talked for hours like theyd known each other forever

****************

The next night Alison laid in her bed. It was about 12 am. Shed walked by the lake all morning, theyd gone into town and grabbed lunch and when they came home she had talked with Dark about different interests most of the night. She felt oddly at home here. Suddenly her phone rings

"Now who the hell would be calling me?.."

She hit the answer button, not recognizing the number

"Hello?"

"Aliiisoon.... Now why would you go walking around with some goth reject looking...thing where everyone could see?"

She sat bolt upright in bed, all blood draining from her face... Shane

"What the hell....how did you...?"

"Now now alleycat dont worry about how. You know you're mine. Ill always find you. Now answer me"

"Theres nothing to fucking answer Shane. Leave me alone." She scrambled out of bed and down the stairs, checking the locks.

"Ohhh alison. You cant actually think im going to leave you alone. I marked you. Youre mine... Nice house youre in though. Lots of property

She stood in the glow of the moon through the front window, shaking "shane. What do you want. Why are you doing this?"

"Because. I want whats mine"

"Im not yours! I never will be, leave me al-"

The phone was snatched from her hand. Darks aura crackling and whipping around them both, scaring her and amazing her at the same time.

"Look. Either turn yourself in or go die. Your choice..... In fact i will gladly help with one of those options. But you will leave her be Shane"

And with that he threw the phone down and crushed it

She turned and stared at him, in awe of the power oozing from him, shaking from adrenaline.

The aura calmed some as he stepped toward her and ran a finger over her collarbone and shoulders. Tracing the scars that were exposed by the sleeveless sleep shirt she wore. He looked in her eyes brimming with tears and had the sudden urge to hug her and an even stronger NEED to protect her...so he pulled her in. She buried her face in his chest and cried. Feeling helpless and grateful at the same time. The tendrils ran over her back as he held the back of her head with one hand and wrapped the other arm around her.

Finally she stepped back. Wiping her face. "Dark....im sorry. You must think im a completely useless creature... Im just so tired of being his prey"

He studied her face for a moment, then spoke, his voice low, commanding attention as he did

"Youre not his prey anymore. And while i think many of those around me are useless....youre different. And damned if i know why.."

Alison looked at him, curious, but not pushing the matter.

"I dont think ill sleep much." She was mad and scared and exhausted. But she knew what her dreams would hold

Dark put his hand on her shoulder "Well. Im just doing some paper work in my office, i could....put a pillow and blankets on the couch in there for you. You could rest while i work...perhaps that way youd feel more at ease"

Alison smiled at him, grateful for his kindness. "Ok. Yeah, maybe....if i wont be bothering you of course"

He chuckled softly "not at all dear. Come"

****

Alison watched him work thru half shut eyes. This was the big bad guy everyone spoke of...to her he didnt seem so bad. Intense for sure but....there was just something about him. The quiet way he held himself, he could walk in any room and demand attention without even trying.

"You know. Its not polite to stare at people while they work ali"

She smiled sleepily "sorry. Just thinking"

The ego cocked an eyebrow. "About?"

"Well.." She sat up from her makeshift bed hed made, one strap falling off her shoulder, exposing more of her skin, Dark suddenly felt tense, but tried to ignore it

"I mean. You're supposed to be.. Horrible. A bad guy....and yet.... I feel as if we are old friends having only known you a few days ... I trust you. Though everyone has said not to.... Im supposed to be scared of you and thats just not the case" she said

He smiled gently "Well. When you're on my good side, thats what you get. But most never see that side, only a lucky few

'And why am i one of the lucky ones? " Alison asked

Dark motioned for her to come to him 'Come here....." She got up and stepped across the room, sitting on the corner of his desk as he stood up.

"If im being honest i have no idea why i feel the way i do around you. You seem to make everything....quiet. Calm. I can think clearly for some reason.... I cant quite figure you out Alison"

He was standing directly in front of her now.

She smiled up at him "heh. Good luck with that"

The blackness grew slightly and played around the edge of her face as he stared directly into her eyes "oh don't worry princess. Ill figure you out. I always get what i want"

Alison threw her head back and laughed "hmm. With me you wont.....but like i said. Have fun with that" she went to stand and he blocked her, moving very close to her. "I rather like the effect you have...stay a moment longer?"

He rested his hand on her knee and closed his eyes. Reveling in the slience that filled him. She didnt know what to say...but staring at him with his head leaned back, hair in his face she couldn't help but feel the calm as well. She reached up and brushed the har from his eyes, fingers trailing his cheek. His hand caught hers and held it to his face as he leaned into it.

Alisons heart sped up. Dark could hear it as her cheeks flushed an adorable red. He looked at her intently suddenly not in control of his actions he put his hand to her face and pulled her to him, softly bringing their lips together

She was suprised by his actions. But more suprised at the fact that she trusted him. She leaned into the kiss, grabbed the front of his jacket .

They both were startled by the crash in the front hall. Alison jumped off the desk and took off out the door before he could stop her. Dark shook his head

"That stupid girl...."

But then he heard her yelp.... His aura crackled to life as he rushed out to the front door which was wide open. The window next to it was smashed. Alison was nowhere to be seen

"Ali?? Where the hell are you?" He shouted angrily.

He heard scuffling outside. Curses came flying out of alisons mouth. The Egos eyes darkened as he ran outside and saw her on the ground under her attacker, fighting like a wildcat. He stomped down the steps and across the grass quickly, grabbing him by the back of the neck and neatly tossing him into the side of her car.

He helped Alison up and studied her quickly. Busted lip, scratches on her arms... His anger boiled over and the dark aura he carried around seemed to grow even blacker. In short. He was pissed.

"You stupid asshole. You think you can have her?" The voice came from behind him. Dark turned and stared down Shane.

"You cant. Shes mine and she will always be mine. I dont care what you or any of your other ego friends have to say. Spandex boy and Brody couldn't stop me...what makes you think...

He trailed off as he became accutely aware of the silence that enveloped him. The anger rolling off the Ego in the form of his aura suddenly making him regret coming here

Dark spun on him, grabbing his neck and shoving him against the car. His voice came out as more of a growl

"You listen to me you insignificant toad. I dont know who the HELL you think you are, or what you *think* youre going to accomplish. But taking "ownership" of Alison Calaway isnt it. People say im a bad person. Theyve never seen me be protective of someone, so trust me when i tell you the truth can be SO much worse than youve heard. I will give you a choice. You may turn around and walk out of here, never contacting or even THINKING of that woman again. Or...

He tightened his grip on Shanes throat cutting off his air as the mans bladder let go

"Or my dear boy. I can show you what demonic really means.... Its your choice"

Shane struggled to speak 'o-okay' he whispered

"What's that? I cant hear you" Dark said. Enjoying the terror in the mans eyes

"Okay! Ill go. Ill go. Just please...dont kill me"

Dark dropped him to the ground, the black aura rolling around him, trying to contain himself. Shane scrambled to get to his car

"Ah ah" Dark said. The choice was to WALK away"

He held the keys hes taken from Shanes pocket up, jingling them and smiled evily.

"Th-thats at least ten miles through the woods! Are you insane??"

Darks eyes narrowed "guess you better get started....and hope the wolves arent especially hungry tonight.. Leave"

His aura shot out, eyes flaring. Shane pissed himself again and took off running into the night

Dark's shoulders heaved up and down as he tried to control his breathing, his body shaking with the anger. Trying to keep himself from chasing the man down and ripping his head from his body

Alison approached from behind and touched his shoulder.

"Alison...im sorry you had to see me like that. I can normally control myself...."

She tugged him to turn around and he looked at her. Blood dried on the corner of her mouth, eyes shining with tears. She placed her hand on the side of his face and he noticed her knuckles were busted from fighting back. He leaned into her touch. Her closeness calming the storm raging in his mind...how had it come to this....when had she become his safe place?

Alison tried to control her emotions...she should be terrified right now, especially after that display. But all she wanted was to hold this man. And she didnt understand. She slid one hand behind his neck and pulled his face to hers. Kissing him was less of a want and more of a gnawing need right now. He was suprised but wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back. Savoring the taste of her mouth

Alison pulled back slightly, out of breath and Dark leaned his forehead to hers, closed his eyes and smiled. Neither spoke. After a moment she pulled away completely and tugged on his hand

"Cmon. Let's go inside"

They walked into the house. Not knowing what to say to each other.

A week passed. Neither spoke about that night. Not avoiding each other but avoiding the subject. Which annoyed Darkiplier greatly. When had he become..this? Not confronting something? He longed to reach out and brush the hair from her face, touch her some way. But he got the feeling she didnt want to be touched right now.

'Well why would she you fool. After everything that jackass did, did you think shed just fall in your arms and stay there?' He said aloud to himself as he toiled in his office.

His phone buzzed with a text. He checked it to see a message from Alison. After breaking her phone hed taken her to get a new one with a new number that very few people now had.

A: "Hey... You wanna go get some drinks tonight? Im getting tired of being couped up but i dont exactly want to venture out on my own. I know itd be a bit of a drive but.."

He pondered for a moment. He could easily say no. That there was liquor here...but he knew it wasnt about the drinks for Alison. He could tell she was itching to get out. To move somewhere other than the house or the lake. She was becoming a bit like a caged tiger.

D: "Sure. Why not" ..... He had a feeling he might regret this.

****************

Darkiplier stood at the bottom of the stairs, ready to leave. He sighed. What was taking her?

'Ali. Are you coming or-"

The words are lost in his throat as she starts down the steps. Auburn hair gleaming, wearing a black and red dress that fit in all the right places and short heels.

She caught his eyes as she stepoed onto the floor and laughed "yeah. Lets go" Alison suddenly felt as if she were a piece of steak in the lions den and she didnt know why.

Dark just opened the front door for her without a word and motioned for her to go first. Trying to regain composure.

At the bar, they drank, Alison danced alone. She moved like a woman possessed. Dark just watched her intently, a feeling in his chest he couldn't quite describe. It had been a couple of hours when a man came up behind her, trying to dance too close and touch too much. Dark tensed as he saw her spin around and shove him away, then he walked over, catching the end of the trashy things he was saying to her

"Alison... Lets go"

Darkiplier didnt need to shout. Or ask her twice. She gratefully nodded her head, realxing now that she didnt feel cornered.

The whole way home she was quiet. Dozing, feeling the effects of the whiskey shed been downing all night.

When they arrived at the house she got out and walked in. She was barely through the door when Dark called to her. He stepped through the door behind her as she turned

He stared for a moment, then reached his hand out to touch her face...she flinched. She didnt mean to...it was just the thought if anyone touching her....of making her feel anything was anxiety inducing...but at the same time she wanted Dark's touch

His hand stopped mid air and his eyes darkened... He was... Sad? But angry at the same time

"I see..." He murmered. Then walked past her to his office and shut the door.

Alison stood there. Tears began to run down her face. "What the hell is happening to me" she whispered. She looked toward the office door. Wanting so badly to chase him. But tired of chasing things at the same time.

******

Darkiplier tried to focus on the computer in front of him. Itd been half an hour and hed gotten nothig done. "What the hell is wrong with you? Youre bitching and moaning after this *girl* you barely know. And for what? The feeling she gives you...pathetic" he spoke to himself condescendingly.

"You know. Speaking to yourself is the first sign of madness"

Alisons voice from the doorway made him jump. Not expecting her to be there.

"Can i come in?"

He studied her for a moment. "Yes. Of course, sit"

She walked into the room. Still in her dress but barefoot now. His breath hitched in his throat as she leaned back into the sofa and curled her legs under her,she sat the drink in her hand on the side table. He laughed. Another whiskey?

"Listen. Dark. Thank you for coming over when you did....that guy was..handsy"

He scoffed "Well. Did you think i was going to let him manhandle you? Though im sure you couldve handled it fine if need be. But i have this godforsaken need to protect you. And i still havent figured it out.."

"Dont protect me.... People that protect me get hurt...." She trailed off, thinking of Henrik stitching the cut in Chase's side after he fought with Shane that night. "Im not worth good people getting hurt"

Dark stood up and walked over to stand in front of her, then crouched so he was eye level. "Look. I told you. I think a lot of people are useless, but you arent one of them. You have this passion in you when you speak about people and things you care for. You want so badly to fight everything and feel nothing....and thats not possible. Trust me. Before you waltzed into this house i wouldnt have believed it. I was an asshole to anyone that looked at me sideways. I didnt need anything or anyone.... And then here are. Making me feel things. No my dear. Worthless is not something that should be used to describe you"

He placed a hand on her leg as he spoke, electricity running between them. She jumped but didnt flinch away this time. She stared into his eyes, taking in what hed said.

He cleared his throat and stood up "i believe this is where i tell you, im sorry if i scared you that night he came here. Im sorry if kissing you was out of line.." He grabbed her hand and pulled her to stand up "but i just couldnt help it..."

She smiled and then stared at the floor as she spoke 'you werent out of line.....unexpected maybe. But i kissed you the second time. So should i apologize for that?'

Darkiplier chuckled and put a finger under her chin, lifting her gaze to his "No my dear. Never apologize for letting me taste you... Though you may need to apologize for depriving me "

With that he captured her mouth with his. Slowly as first, then more forcefully. Her hands tangled in his hair, him holding her against him. She pulled back to breathe and his lips went to her neck. 'Dark..." She said breathlessly

"Mmmm" the sound rumbled in his chest as he caressed her back and softly kissed her skin, savoring each taste. The he looked at her and smiled wickedly "you know. Coming down in that dress... Then dancing the way you did. That wasnt very nice of you. Looking like that....moving like that in public. I very nearly pinned you to the wall then and there" his eyes danced as he spoke. Running his hands down her hips and gripping her right at the lower back to pull her closer

She laughed and smiled back at him "well. Maybe i like to torture you. Make you beg for it"

He chuckled "hmm. Me? Beg? Not on your life princess, you couldnt make me actually beg"

She stepped away from him and put one hand on his chest and grinned "oh. Is that a *challenge* i hear? Go sit in your chair over there"

He cocked an eyebrow in her direction but complied, pulling the chair to the front of the desk and sitting. This should be interesting

She turned of the lights with the switch by the door. Then walked over to his computer which was behind him on the desk. She went to a music site and put a song on. One that Dark recognized from the club. One hed watched her move to, his heartbeat quicked as he remembered the sight.

She strolled around back to where shed sat her glass and downed it. Then walked to just out of his easy reach and began to move to the music. Body swaying to the beat. Eyes closed. A little drunk but in control and knowing what she was doing. The moonlight played along her body.

Darkiplier reached to touch her and she swatted his hand away.

"Oh no. Put your hands away....you cant touch unless you ask...beg for it." She said mischeviously. "Your hands cannot touch me. But i...oh i cant touch you"

She stepped closer, bending down, holding his knees as she did and bringing her body up in a way so that her face, then chest were right in front of his face. She turned and bent between his knees before coming back up slowly, grinding against him, his hands clenching. His aura crackling around them with his need. But he would not break. He couldnt. His pride wouldnt let him.

But then. Alison straddled him. Legs on either side and sat in his lap. Still moving her body to the beat of the music, leaning back as she moved her hips. This was dangerous territory. She wanted him to touch her. But she also wanted to hear him ask. Dark, to his benefit was trying to keep his composure, but the hardness beneath her was giving him away.

The music stopped and she sat. Still straddling him and put her arms over his shoulders. She grinned at him

"You gonna break?"

Dark laughed. This little minx. If she thought for one second that he was going to-

All thought flew from his brain as he felt her lips on his neck. Her hand tangled in the back of his hair. She ran her tongue along it and then along his lips. Kissing him lightly 'cmon baby. You know you want it. All you have to do is say it.... Let go of the control for once"

He reached to hold her and she caught each of his wrists and held them down "ah ah darky. Not until you ask nicely" she purred in his ear and she ground against him again. Torturing herself as much as she was him

'Alison.." It came out as a half moan, half warning.

She stood up and let go of his wrists and grinned. "Well. I guess ill just have to go to bed alone then."

As she turned she unzipped her dress and let it fall as she walked across the room. Darkipliers eyes almost came out of his head at the sight of her in her black bra and panties. Now this was just evil....

He crossed the room behind her and slammed the door before she could get to it. She turned to see him staring at her in a way that made her feel very much like a wounded animal in front of a panther. He rolled his head to either side with his eyes closed and then stared her down again, his arm over her shoulder against the door, trapping her there

"Now Alison. You have given me great needs. Id like it very much if youd stop torturing me like this'

A playful smile played over her face "but its fun to see you squirm darlin" she licked her lips.

He stared at her than went to his knees "Fine. Is this what you what? You want me to admit i need you? Well here. I absolutely need you. In many ways. Right now i need you to let me run my hands over you, to taste you, to caress every inch inside and out that i can reach Miss Calaway"

He again reach for her hips and this time she didnt stop him. His kissed her on either side, tongue lightly darting over her stomach. He stood and backed her into the wall. Now it was his turn. He grabbed her by the back of her head and roughly captured her mouth, one hand gripping her ass. He moved to her neck, nipping her as she moaned and held onto his shoulders, one hand gripping his head.

"You know im going to have to punish you for that little one" he growled in her ear before.lightly biting her shoulder. She gasped at the sensation

"Ye..yes"

"And you do not need to try that all the time....not that i dont enjoy you being a little forceful.... Are we clear?" He moved to the other side of her neck, pushing his waist to hers as he kissed

"Yes"

"Yes what kitten?" He stared into her eyes as he said this. Conveying a need for her trust. Then he kissed her deeply before allowing her to answer

"Ye-yes sir?"

That did it. His groaned and grabbed the back of both of her legs and picked her up, her lega going around his waist and slammed her against the door as he kissed her. His tongue and lips exploring her neck and chest as she closed her eyes and let the passion wash over her

************

Dark stroked her hair as she lay in his arms. They were in his bed. Having made their way up here and finally she fell asleep after one more time. He smiled. She looked innocent but was decidely not.

Her skin was warm against his. Breast pressed against the side of his chest. He studied her sleeping face. Had he really said it... After the last time. Did those words come from his mouth?

He had said he loved her and she had thrown her head back and begged him to say it again. And when he had, louder this time she collapsed into his arms and whispered it back to him.

Where the words came from he didnt know. But they seemed so natural. He kissed her face and heard birds chirping....it was 5am..looks like theyd nap most of the day. But that was perfectly fine.

His phone buzzed on the night stand. He reached with one arm and grabbed it. Seeing a message from Mark

M:hey. Alisons parents are headed back to their place. If you want her go go, she can.

Darkiplier lauged and shot a text back

D:No. I dont think i want her going anywhere. Im going to keep her a little longer ;)

M:......what did you do

D:Now ask yourself. Do you really want the honest answer to that question from me?

M:... No. You know what. Probably not. Ill stop by when we get back to town next week

D:ok. Be sure to call first. Make sure we're decent and all

M: yeah ok.....and please dont allude to that again...ever

Dark laughed and sat his phone back down. Then wrapped around alison and fell into a heavy sleep...the most peaceful hed known in his existence.

[nessiesspeakeasy]

Day Nine: Scooter/Hugo

Scooter had bumped into Hugo, almost knocking them over. He was about to yell at the man for being clumsy, but the sight of the man instantly silenced him. The man’s face was pale and he apologized profusely, stumbling out of reach as if he’d been burnt.

“Woah, what’s wrong with you?” he frowned.

The man tried to smile, “Ah, nah, man, I… I’m… Nah, man.”

Brows raised, Hugo stared at him. “You  do  realize you didn’t actually answer me, right?”

Hugo helps Scooter get off of Helios.

You can also read this on my AO3!!!

Hugo winced as the large, intimidating man went over to Henderson without hesitation and grabbed his head, twisting it to the side, snapping it and killing him. Henderson was dead. Just like that.

Hugo sighed heavily. “Thank fuck he’s dead!”

The man took a step towards him, while the blonde trained the weapon at him.

Hugo put his hands up. “No! Please! I was only with him because he threatened my life and I wanted to try and stop him! I tried warning you not to give him answers! I know Scooter! I didn’t want him to come to any harm! I helped him off the station, which is why I was in trouble with Henderson, please!”

“Well, then you wouldn’t mind telling us about it,” the blonde said.

“Bathe in the meat chunks!” the large man said.

Hugo blinked. “No… No, I wouldn’t mind at all…”

Scooter had bumped into Hugo, almost knocking them over. He was about to yell at the man for being clumsy, but the sight of the man instantly silenced him. The man’s face was pale and he apologized profusely, stumbling out of reach as if he’d been burnt.

“Woah, what’s wrong with you?” he frowned.

The man tried to smile, “Ah, nah, man, I… I’m… Nah, man.”

Brows raised, Hugo stared at him. “You  do  realize you didn’t actually answer me, right?”

“L-look, just, ah, please, just let me go…?” The man’s eyes were pleading.

He’d seen a few people in distress on their way out from Handsome Jack’s office. “Hey, you been up to see him? You marked for death? Handsome Jack is quite the power force, isn’t he?” he spoke with admiration.

But the man frowned. “What? No…” He hugged himself tighter.

That made Hugo frown. “Then, I don’t understand what’s wrong? Tell me what’s wrong.”

The man took a step away. “N-no, I’m, heh, honestly, I have a, ah, I have to meet someone…”

The man wasn’t okay, and it wasn’t because of Handsome Jack, which made the frown on his face knit tighter together. He spoke gentler. “What’s wrong?”

The man glared. “You Hyperions sure like to boss people around. You gonna make me do sick things, too?”

“What?” Hugo’s brows rose. “Sick things? I don’t understand.”

The man sighed. “Look, just… Just leave me alone.”

“Who made you do sick things?” Hugo couldn’t let this go now, not with how spooked the guy looked.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” the man said.

“We don’t have to, but I’d like to at least know who.” He moved to catch the man’s gaze. “Please? I know I can be an asshole- I know I’m an asshole, but I’d like to help, if I can.”

The man eyed him, suspicion thick. “Henderson…”

Hugo stiffened.  Henderson . The Hyperion Creep. He frowned. “How did you get tangled up with that prick!?”

“You said I didn’t have to talk about it.”

“Right. Yes, I did. Okay, what do you need me to do?”

The man looked shocked. “You… Want to help me?”

“Yes.”

There was a pause, where Hugo guessed the man was deciding if he wanted help- if he trusted Hugo enough to trust him. “I need to get off this station… I’m supposed to meet some friends…”

Nodding, Hugo moved to set his hand lightly on the man’s shoulder. “Which hanger?”

When they arrived, two women were loading cages full of cats and kittens onto the ship. When they saw Hugo, they pulled weapons out.

“Scooter!? What the hell!?” the blonde demanded, her accent strange.

Hugo rose his hands. “Hey, I was just helping him get here safely.” He turned slowly and smiled at Scooter. “I’d say you owe me, but then what kind of gentleman would I be?” He winked and began to walk slowly back into the elevator.

“Scooter! Stop him!” the blonde yelled.

Hugo watched Scooter as he pressed a button in the lift. A whisper of a smile curled up his lips finally. “Thank you,” Scooter said softly.

“Maybe we’ll get a drink next time.” With a grin full of only the most gentlemanly promises, the elevator doors closed.

Hugo looked expectantly at the two. “Honest! That’s what happened! Henderson found out through cameras and made me help him. I didn’t want to. I had hoped to get away and warn Scooter…”

The blonde bartender stared, his eyes flicking to the terrifying man. “You think he’s telling the truth?”

“It’s time to bleed!”

“WHAT!?” Hugo’s face paled. “No! No! Please! You saw me warn you! I shook my head! I tried to tell you not to tell him anything!”

The bartender smirked. The large man turned and walked back to his table. Hugo’s eyes were wide. He stared at the bartender. The man grunted, putting his pistol away. “Get outta here.”

Hugo did not need telling twice. And since he was on Pandora, maybe it was the perfect time to get that drink with Scooter.

[dave-ebbubles]

I RPed as Dave and met Karkat and our convo went like this 2

Dave: yo kitkat

Karkat: DAVE!

Karkat: DON’T CALL ME KITKAT

Dave: nah

Karkat: I'M NOT A CANDY BAR

Karkat: I'M NOT!

Dave: but youre as sweet as candy

Karkat: DAVE LOOK WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO

Karkat: I'M AN ASSHOLE

Dave: but youre also nice

Karkat: I AM NOT! I'M RUDE AND SARCASTIC

Karkat: JUST A PLAIN ASSHOLE

Dave: shut up youre nice

Karkat: I SPEAK THE TRUTH STRIDER

Dave: i speak the truth vantas

Karkat: GOG DAMN IT….

Dave: youre also fun to be around

Karkat: I AM?

Dave: yes

Karkat: OH…

Karkat: SO ARE YOU

Dave: did i mention that youre also adorable as fuck

Karkat: *he starts blushing and hid his face in his sweater*

Karkat: NOOO I'M NOT

Dave: wow that reaction just proves im right

Dave: and yes you are

Karkat: SHUSH I'M NOT ADORABLE. I'M FEROCIOUS AND BLOODTHIRSTY!

Dave: still adorable

Karkat: *he growls*

Karkat: I'M NOT ADORABLE

Dave: or do you prefer

Dave: sexy *wiggles eyebrows*

Karkat: FUCK YOU STRIDER!! *completely red*

Dave: why are you hiding your face

Dave: are you blushing *smirks*

Karkat: NO. *backs away*

Karkat: I AM NOT BLUSHING I DO NOT BLUSH.

Dave: even though your face looks so red

Karkat: *suddenly leaps on him putting a hand over his mouth* SHHHHH!!

Dave: *cant speak properly* mmmphff

Karkat: *uncovers your mouth* SORRY.

Dave: what was that about

Dave: also now i can completely see your face

Dave: i was right

Karkat: IT'S REALLY DANGEROUS FOR *puts his hand over your mouth again* SHUSH. IT'S DANGEROUS TO BLUSH WITH MY BLOOD COLOR

Dave: why?

Dave: its just blood

Karkat: OUR BLOOD IS OUR CASTE SYSTEM

Karkat: MY BLOOD BEING BELOW DIRT

Karkat: I'M NOT EVEN ON THE HEMOSPECTRUM

Karkat: NOW IF YOU WANT ME TO DIE KEEP TALKING ABOUT HOW RED MY FACE IS

Dave: hah so you do admit youre blushing

Dave: who would even kill you

Karkat: THE HIGHBLOODS

Dave: who?

Karkat: THE DRONES

Karkat: EVERYONE

Dave: everyone?

Dave: really

Karkat: EVERYONE HAS A HIGHER BLOOD COLOR THAN ME SO THEY HAVE THE RIGHT TO KILL ME

Dave: but arent they like

Dave: your friends

Karkat: YES BUT IT'S STILL DANGEROUS

Karkat: YOU HAVE EQUIUS WHO STRONGLY BELIEVES IN TRADITION, VRISKA THE HOMICIDAL MANIAC, GAMZEE WHO GOES INTO RAGE MODE, ERIDAN WHO THINKS HES BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE, AND FEFERI WHO IS A TYRIAN BLOOD

Dave: isnt the feferi person too nice for that?

Karkat: YEAH BUT SHE STILL HAS THE URGE TO KILL

Dave: damn

Karkat: I MEAN HER TROLLIAN IS CUTTLEFISHCULLER

Karkat: I ONLY TRUST A FEW WITH MY BLOOD

Dave: like who?

Karkat: YOU AND KANAYA

Dave: if someone actually does try to kill you

Dave: ill do my best to protect you then

Karkat: *smiles the blush leaving his face returning to its pale gray* THANKS DAVE.

Dave: *smiles back* youre welcome karkat

Karkat: HOLY SHIT YOU ACTUALLY USED MY REAL NAME FOR ONCE!!!

Karkat: WOW

Dave: no i didnt

Dave: kitkat

Karkat: THIS IS ***GREAT***

Karkat: I CAUGHT YOU RED HANDED DAVID

Dave: no you didnt

Dave: and stop calling me david

Dave: im dave

Dave: mr krabs no

Karkat: TECHNICALLY YOUR FULL NAME IS DAVID

Karkat: DAVID ELIZABETH STRIDER

Dave: dammit

Karkat: *grins*

Karkat: I WILL SAY THAT I DID CAUGHT YOU RED HANDED DAVID

Karkat: YOU USED MY REAL NAME

Dave: *smirks* you smiled

Dave: i also caught you red handed

Karkat: *frowns*

Dave: nooo dont stop

Karkat: I STOPPED.

Dave: smiling actually suits you more

Karkat: *frowns more*

Karkat: YOU SMILED TOO! EARLIER WHEN YOU USED MY ACTUAL NAME

Dave: so

Dave: if i smiled

Dave: are you gonna smile too

Karkat: MAYBE.

Dave: now follow my lead

Dave: *smiles*

Dave: now your turn

Karkat: *trying so hard not to smile*

Dave: *grins*

Karkat: FUCK YOU AND YOUR CONTAGIOUS CUTE SMILES!!!!!

Karkat: *looks angry while smiling a bit*

Dave: *still smiling* you just called me cute

Dave: youre still adorable

Karkat: I'M ENTITLED TO MY OWN OPINIONS

Dave: my mind will never change

Dave: you may think youre not adorable but to me you always will

Karkat: *he hugs you hiding his face in your chest* shudup…

Dave: *hugs you back putting his head over yours* heh ok then

Karkat: *purrs loudly* I'M NOT PURRING

Dave: still cute

Karkat: *chuckles*

Karkat: OK STRIDER WHATEVER YOU SAY

[narniaseals]

SoulGiOh~Black Blood Ryou (comic script)

SCRIPT IS KINDA BASED OFF THE ACTUAL EPISODE.

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Scene One:

~setting is in a "castle" it looks more like a church. Ryou is surrounded by a group of people snarling at him, and Ryou stays still and gently strokes his sword. above the church is Akefia on a broom, giving him "support"~

Akefia: Eat souls~.... Ryou, remember, you are the meister AND the weapon, as one.

Ryou: But their Ka, it's not real yet... I-I can't...

Man 2: Hey! Who are you talking to you little brat?!

Akefia: Hush, have a little faith in yourself... *gently chants, and then black smoke blows from his mouth* You'll become a Ka!

*the smoke drops down into Ryou, giving him a little PING before his eyes widen.

Ryou: ... heheh... *starts laughing maniacally* I am Ka!

Man 1: The hell is wrong with this brat? You can't just walk in our castle like this and expect to not get away from it!!

Ryou: But this is a public place... There is no other place for you in this world, which is why Zorc will eat you. Right? Zorc?

Zorc: *mouth appears on sword and he screeches like a banshee, making everyone cover their ears except Ryou*

Man 2: OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL?!

Man 3: THIS IS HURTING MY EARS AAAAH!

Ryou: *continues laughing* Listen! Has anything really entertaining happened? Heehee~! *throws himself backwards* Hm... was there something else...? Oh yeah. My blood is black...

~Scene ends with the building full of screams, and Akefia is watching, a smirk on his face~

Scene 2

~setting is Malik and Mariku chasing after a Ka on top of a building, they just finished killing him off~

Malik: Yay. Another one down.

Mariku: I'll just eat this in a good old fashion. *he slurps up the soul, afterwards having a satisfied look*

Malik: Hey, I never asked, do souls taste good?

Mariku: Oh hell yeah, but it's really not much of a flavor, it's the texture. It's like fish eggs

Malik: Ew, haha! *suddenly jolts, but Mariku doesn't notice*

Mariku: Ah well I'm ready to head back home, I'll bring my bike, just hop down whenever.

Malik: Wait...

Mariku: Huh? What's wrong?

Malik: *turns towards the "castle" where Ryou is* That building...

Mariku: Hey you know this isn't the time for sight seeing--

Malik: No! I... I feel so many twisted souls in there, I don't know... give me a moment.

Mariku: ...

Malik: I can sense a meister and a weapon in there, at least 50 humans around them.

Mariku: Since when the hell can you do that?

Malik: It's new, I don't know. But this humans are probably those guys we saw earlier.

Mariku: Look just forget it, it's SATURDAY.

Malik: Don't talk so irresponsibly! As members of the DKWMA (Duelist Kingom Weapon Meister Academy ~lel~) we can't just leave this! I have a bad feeling, ok? Trust me.

Mariku: I wasn't saying I didn't trust you... let's go

Scene 2 to scene 3

~it's going to be the "castle" and Malik and Mariku just arrived, standing at the entrance~

Mariku: Heh, gotta love the architecture, it's nice.

Malik: ... Oh my god... *quickly hops off* This doesn't make sense!

Mariku: Not really following you.

~the bell that was ringing stopped~

Malik: It's... gone...

Mariku: Yeah, the bell stopped.

Malik: No. Those humans in there... all of them just were gone in an instant. (he opens the door, seeing Ryou all by himself)

Ryou: Hm? Oh, the door opened.

Mariku: Why is he alone? It's just him. Where's his partner?

Malik: I don't get it...

Zorc: Akefia, some other people arrived.

Ryou: Zorc, keep it down... Shh.

Malik: I am telling you there's a meister and a weapon soul in front of us... in, other words, there's a weapon inside that boy.

Mariku: *frowns and turns into his battle axe, giving himself to Malik* Ok what do you mean there's a weapon in that guy?

Malik: Shh, I think it's going to come out.

Ryou: *after a long pause he suddenly starts to scream in pain, crying a little (Malik of course is like: :0) and eventually-

Zorc: *he rises out of Ryou's back, taking form. he then proceeds to kinda beating him up*

Ryou: Stop. That hurts. Ow! Hey, stop, stop pinching my nose, you're hurting my nose / STOP, THATS ENOUGH STOP HURTING ME!

Zorc: Hey hey hey easy. Don't get me wrong you look scary like that.

Malik: It... talks... look, it seems like you killed the humans that were in here, are you apart of the DKWMA?

Ryou: Huh? What's the DKWMA? He said it was ok if we ate the souls... I-I'm sorry... I'm not really good at talking to other people...

Malik: Ygh... For a weapon and it's meister... Eating human souls is forbidden. And for that, that IS punishable!!

Zorc: His soul looks pretty good, so let's do this.

Ryou: Hm... ok...

Zorc: *morphs into a black sword*

Malik: The black thing, it turned into his weapon?

Ryou: ... *charges, dragging the sword on the floor*

Mariku: WATCH OUT, THE FLOOR.

Malik: EEP! *he blocks the sword on the ground with Mariku* Why you little...! * he then punches Ryou in the face*

Ryou: Ow... why are you hitting me too...?

Malik: *strikes at Ryou, but he dodges, so he strikes again and kicks him to the ground*

Mariku: FINISH HIM!

Malik: *battle cry before the sound of a cut is heard, cutting to Akefia again on the broom*

Akefia: ... Heheh... fool, you can't slice my boy like that...

Ryou: *the battle axe is through his body, but he's not dead, he just looks at Malik confused* Not with a hit like that... *he is bleeding his black blood*

Malik: Black... blood...?

Ryou: Hm? Yeah, my blood is black.

Malik: *gasps and takes a leap backwards*

Mariku: What the hell is wrong with his body? Why isn't he dead?

Malik: I think I know... The weapon itself is made of his blood, kinda why I was able to cut through his skin, but the blood hardened before the blade could hit his blood vessels...

Mariku: Is there anyway to do anything to him?

Malik: Maybe, the odds are too great against us, but maybe we could try doing some internal damage...

-meanwhile-

Akefia: Ryou, why are you going easy on them?

Ryou: I-I wanted to be polite, I don't know...

Akefia: Heheh, how silly of you... I think you should kill them.

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Mariku: What the hell is wrong with that guy? Who's he talking to?

Ryou: *giggles a little* Oh so I can kill them? Heehee! I didn't know. *sighs* Zorc. *he holds up his sword and faces the "face" at Malik and Mariku* Symphony Scream.

Zorc: *grins and proceeds to scream very loudly, causing Malik to stun and growl*

Ryou: *charges at them with his blood, and Malik blocks*

Mariku: SHIT WATCH OUT. GUARD.

Ryou: *charges at them and Malik blocks, but then..*

Mariku: *Ryou has cut him, and the axe starts to bleed* FUCK...!!!

Malik: MARIKU! UGH YOU LITTLE...!!! *he kicks Ryou away, looking down at Mariku* God are you ok?!

Mariku: Ugh, don't worry about it! Either way I'm prepared to die!

Ryou: *watches them with a creepy stare, before Zorc screams again*

Malik: Shit... I-I can't do anything, I can't guard, I can't do any damage to him... I screwed up...

Ryou: *giggles slightly before striking at Malik, and he keeps dodging*

Mariku: Malik?! Stop! Just fight back!

Malik: *keeps dodging*

Mariku: MALIK!!

Malik: I can't guard, at all, Mariku will just get hurt more, the best I can do is just run...

Mariku: MALIK WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! FIGHT BACK!

Malik: I CANT! YOU'LL GET HURT! *bumps into the door* The exit! *he smashes against the door, but it wouldn't budge* WHYYY??

Ryou: Hm... that didn't work out didn't it?

Malik: *his face is terrified, he has nowhere to go* Oh no...

Ryou: You have to get a good grip of things around you... The doors open inwards... *raises sword and he strikes*

Mariku: MALIK! GUARD!

Malik: NO! YOU'LL GET--

Ryou: *swings his sword, and then everything is black...

~

Mariku: *isnt an axe anymore, he's in his "human form". He is cut open, bleeding a lot. He was guarding Malik...*

Malik: MARIKU!!!!!

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Akefia: Now, Ryou... finish them. Kill them, and eat their souls.

Ryou: Okay.

Malik: *holding bleeding Mariku in his arms, crying* No... Mariku...

Mariku: You dumbass. Hurry, and get out of here...!

Ryou: *slowly walking towards them* Ok then... *raises sword*

Malik: I-I'm sorry Mariku, this is all my fault...

Ryou: Okie~die.

Malik: *gasps and hides in fear*

Ryou: *doesn't swing* ... Wh-What? What happened? My body...!

Malik: ... Huh...?

Ryou: *has been pierced in the belly by another kind of weapon, and then he is kicked around the floor* AAAYE-HA-AHAHAHAH. *now he is across the room*

Bakura: *shows himself, frowning*

Malik: ? So... the blade is...

Ishizu: *changes back into human form* Sister is here!

Malik: Please tell me, is Mariku going to be ok.

Bakura: Not if we're quick enough, he's in really serious danger.

Ishizu: Hey, he didn't see me!

*they all look at Ryou*

Ryou: *slowly stands up*

Zorc: *appears in chibi* A little thank you would be nice for hardening the blood for you.

Ryou: ... Thank you.

Zorc: VERY. MUCH. *starts to beat up Ryou*

Ryou: Ow! V-Very much! Owowowowow!

Malik: Wait... So... who are those guys? I've never seen anything like them before.

Bakura: They're the reason why the DKWMA was formed.

Malik: ... What...? So is he Ka?

Bakura: Not entirely, but, we call him the Demon Sword. Pegasus brought me back in the academy to stop him, and of course your sister was my weapon. Ah... now, let's finish what we started shall we?

Ishizu: Yeah. *changes into her scythe*

Zorc: *still bullying Ryou* Quit screwing around! Or else I'll have to start waking you up every hour again!

Ryou: No! Then I'll have dark circles! You know how much I hate dark circles they're annoying! Oww!!

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Akefia: Hm... the DKWMA's greatest meister and Death scythe... let's see how long Ryou can last against those two... Ryou. Get them!

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Ishizu: Heh, how long as it been since we've teamed up?

Bakura: Well, we both got older.

Ishizu: Well, I am Malik's sister now!

Zorc: UGH JUST GO ALREADY!

Ryou: Owww!!! Ok ok!

Zorc: *retreats*

Ryou: Aaaahhh! *charges*

-To be continued ;0-

hurraaaay. ill make it a priority to make this into a comic asap! I'm very excited about this!!!

[azrielsiphons]

oh boy sin night! for elriel, because I am trash: 1. who ties the other to the headboard? 2. who is the first to do something embarrassing + how do they react? 3. pet names? 4. what does he do that unexpectedly turns her on and she's like dying and he's like "um....if you say so" and enthusiastically continues (lol)

OH WOWOWOW THIS IS THE CONTENT IM LOOKING FOR

1) AZRIEL TIES HER UP BC HE LIVES TO KNOW ELAIN TRUSTS HIM AND ISNT AFRAID OF HIM2) Elain is ALWAYS embarrassing herself bc Azriel is the King of Cool™ and she’s a Certified Mess™ but she just blushed and is like “heh, whoops” and he just laughs and kisses her nose 3) AZRIEL CALLS HER FLOWER LOVINGLY AND SHE CALLS HIM SHADOW MAN TEASINGLY4) Broody™ Azriel is VERY AROUSING TO ELAIN AND IT’S HARD FOR HIM TO MAINTAIN THE FACADE BECAUSE AS SOON AS HE REALIZES SHES FOAMING AT THE MOUTH OVER HIS BROODING IT JUST MAKES HIM WANT TO DIE LAUGHING BECAUSE ONLY HIS FLOWER WOULD THINK HIS GRUMPY ATTITUDE IS HOT

[boshawbearclaw]

Flames In The Ashes Chapter 3

Dead dove: do not eat

The hallway of the hospital echoes as stiletto heels click on the white tile floor of the hospital, the CPS worker speed walked through the white corridors. Miss Darla slowed down her walk as she came closer to room 37, Lucas' temporary bedroom, she grasped the handle and opened the door.

The door squeaked as she pushed her way into the room, the sleepy Deputy held his head up and waved at the CPS worker, "Mornin'." She smiles and waves back at the Deputy, "Good morning, how is he doing?" The boy in question was currently laying on his stomach with his butt jutting out a little, he snored softly into his pillow, "He's ok, a few nightmares earlier but besides that he's doin' alright."

With the talking going on, Lucas had started to wake up, "-like his, hes gonna have to be admitted for everyones safety, his included. The meat we found in his teeth belongs to a person. We sent cops over to his house to pick up his uncle, they arrested him for a load of child abuse charges along with substance abuse and illegal dog fighting rings and an unknown amount of manslaughter charges."

He layed still while he listened to their conversation, angry about them arresting his Daddy, "Where is he getting transferred to?" The Deputy questions, Miss Darla sighs, "I dont know, someplace in Kentucky i think." Lucas rolled over onto his back, sighing softly he blinks rapidly for a moment before looking over at the two people who became silent upon his awakening.

"What?" He asks, lifting his brows up in a questioning manor, Miss Darla is avoiding eye contact and shielded her eyes. The Deputy points to Lucas' crotch, the boy looks down and noticed that his cock was poking out of the fabric of his boxers standing at full attention, "Oh, morning wood, right...sorry."

He covers his crotch with his hands before hoping up and heading to the bathroom to take care of it, he pushes the bathroom door open and shuts it behind himself, the chatter starts up again as Lucas pulls down his boxers to free his cock, it throbs in his hand when he shuffles to the toilet and starts letting a stream of piss go into it.

After hes done with that he spits into his hand and jerks off quickly, thinking about the Deputy on his knees, Lucas' cock disapearing down the older man's throat, his 8 barbell piercings sliding against the column of the mans throat.

Lucas lets out a guttural groan, he brings his left hand up and wraps it around his own throat, squeezing till he got real light headed, one final squeeze and his large cock shot his cum at the toilet, he lets go of his already bruised throat and moans softly as he milks himself.

After he cleans up with some tissues he pulled up his boxers and walked through the door only to be met with the Deputy holding burgundy scrubs, "Uh, what are those for?" Lucas asks while motioning to the clothes, the Deputy smiles softly "Your going to your new home."

Lucas furrows his scarred brows, "What do you mean my new home, Georgia is my home i aint fuckin' goin to sum city in fuckin' Kentucky or sum shit." Lucas shouts, he moves out of the way of the Deputy and maneuvers his gaunt body around the room, trying to escape the Deputy.

He succeeds a few times but finds himself pinned underneath the older man for the 5th time, in Lucas' panicked state he searches around for something to use but finds nothing, Miss Darla isnt in the room she's presumably in the front office, "Get off, i swear I'll"

"You what, huh, what'll you do to me if i don't let you go, hm?"

Lucas growls and pants heavily, he harshly whispers "'m gon' fuck you little pig.", Lucas wiggles in the older mans grip but nonetheless stops fighting, the Deputy pauses at the boys words but ignores his crude statement, "Good, just be calm ok. Please, get dressed the vans gonna be here soon." The boy reluctantly got up and got dressed, he was then escorted to the main lobby by the Deputy.

When they arrived to the front office, Lucas was told to pick a chair and sit in it, he did what he was told and sat down. Since they still had time, Lucas looked around the room and took note of a few things, behind the front desk is a little calendar, 'October 4th 2000'. There are little cups with plastic flowers taped to pens, the waiting room was filled with people, some have colds, others have broken bones and split lips. The Deputy is sitting to the boys right just filling out paperwork with a tulip pen, Lucas scoffs.

Just to fuck with him, Lucas decided to slip his hand onto the Deputys leg, softly squeezing the meaty thigh. The Deputy froze and glanced at Lucas, the boy smirks as the Deputy sighs, picking up the boys hand by his wrist and dropping it onto his thigh.

Lucas snickers, looking to his left he notices a kid from his school, one a them jocks. It looks like he has a broken wrist or something, the boy sits a few chairs away from Lucas and the Deputy, Lucas turns his head and presses his lips against his shoulder.

Nipping at the fabric between his teeth, he whines softly trying to catch the attention of the man next to him, the Deputy notices his distress "Whats wrong, buddy?" He asks while turnig twoards him a little, Lucas whines a bit before answering "Theres a jock i know from school, he's been bullying me since 4th grade."

The man looks up to where the boy was motioning with his hand, the Deputy scowls then softly gazes at Lucas "Its alright buddy, I'll protect you, i promise." He murmurs. Lucas trusts him for some reason, its just something about him that makes Lucas comfortable around him despite the intense sexual frustration stiring in the boys gut.

Lucas bounced his knee up and down out of undying boredom, he looked over at the Deputys clipboard, he was writing out a description of Lucas.

Name: Lucas Boshaw

Age: 16, july 4 1984

Height and weight: 5'11" & 170lb

Ethnicity: white/American

Hair color: black

Eye color: blue

Mental & Physical illnesses: undetermined

Medication: none

Notes: seems to be hypersexual due to prolonged abuse, a--

The sound of the main doors opening brought Lucas out of his daze, 3 men in white scrubs waltz in like they're the shit. The Deputy notices as well, he stands to hand one of them the clipboard, "Lucas? Can you look at me please." The nurse in the middle says, the way he addresses Lucas pisses him off, he's fucking baby talkin' him like he's fucking retarded.

Reluctantly he looks at the nurse, "there ya go, Lucas, just pay attention to me ok."

The boy stared at him, not even a second later the boy felt a sharp pinch in his right bicep, he quickly turns to look at the offender, the raven haired boy finds one of the nurses emptying a syringe into his arm.

Lucas' gaunt body fell onto the cold tile, everyone in the waiting room stared at the scene before them, Lucas' sun tanned arms twitched as the nurses picked him up and placed him in a wheelchair, his mohawked head lulled to the side as the wheeled him out of the hospital and twoards the van.

The other two nurses opened the van doors and the one who injected him lifted him up and put him on the bench, strapped him in with a seatbelt across his lap and sat next to him, the Deputy and Miss Darla who had just finished his paperwork for transfer had joined him in the van.

The nurse who opened the door sat across from him with Miss Darla while the Deputy sat next to Lucas on his right, suddenly the one who gave him a shot switched seats so that hes across from Lucas now, 'fuckin' weirdo'.

The baby talking nurse was the driver, he inserted the keys into the ignition and turned it, the van is brought to life and is ready to get rollin'.

The next morning they're still on the road headed for Kentucky, Lucas woke up 6 hours later while they were stopped at a gas station, Lucas opens his baby blue eyes and glanced around the back of the van, it was empty, 'Where'd they go? Fuck they left me didnt they? God fuckin' dammit. Everyone always ends up leavin' me.' Lucas starts tearing up, he whines then starts bawling.

The sound of crying startled the Deputy who happens to be leaning against the side of the van smoking a cigarette, just waiting for the nurses and Miss Darla to get back from the restroom, The Deputy rounds the side of the van and opens the doors revealing a sobbing Lucas, his thin frame is shaking like a leaf on a tree, his legs were closed and his hands were covering his face.

"Hey, buddy its ok, shh its alright im here shh." He hopped into the the van and sat next to Lucas, wrapping his arm around him, he holds the boy against his chest. Lucas freeze but the relaxes when he hears the soft chatter of the Deputys walkie.

"Piggy? 'S that you?" Lucas asks softly not looking up, keeping his face in the older mans chest, "yea 's me, it's alright i gotchu." Piggy holds him against his chest comfortably tight, "whats wrong buddy, hmm? Whyre you crying?"

Lucas burries his face in the juncture between his Piggy's shoulder and neck before whispering into the man's neck, "i thought you left me, i thought you broke your promise."

The Deputy furrowed his brows, 'i dont remember making a promise', "what was that promise again?" Lucas snickers at his Piggy's question, he removed his face from the older man's neck.

"You promised me that you would stay by my side, that you would never leave me, that you would always love me. You still love me right?" Lucas states before asking a heart stoping question, the Deputys breath hitches for a moment. "Oh, o-of course i still l-love you, why wouldnt i? Heh mm."

Lucas grabs the Deputy's face harshly, "Better not be lyin' ta me, little pig." He growls before planting a bruising kiss on the older mans lips, technically its legal because the Deputy was only 23 and of course Lucas is 16 1/2, and in Georgia the legal age of consent is 16, so hes good in that department.

Buuut its a work related relationship so, hes gonna have a few problems with that.

Lucas tongued his way into the Deputy's mouth and sucked on his tongue, the older of the two puts his right hand on the boy's chest to try to push him away.

"Mm mm sta- stop- Luc--Lucas." The Deputy tries pushing him away again but only succeds because Lucas heard footsteps approaching so he let go of his Piggy's face after licking a sticky stripe up the side of his face, the two nurses along with Miss Darla sit across from the two.

The Deputy licks his lips then uses the back of his hand to wipe the spit off his mouth, he then fixes his shirt before asking the nurses if they're ready to go, "Yup, we're ready, saddle up ladies." Moments later the van started and peeled out of the gas station parking lot.

Lucas stared at his little pig, fantasizing about shoving his-- "Lucas you alright?" One of the nurses asks, ruining his damn fantasy, "hm oh uh, yeah 'm cool, just uh thinkin' about hunting. I miss hunting with Daddy." The two nurses gave him a strange look before dissmissing it.

Lucas turned his head back towards his little pig, smiling at him briefly before continuing his pretty fantasy.