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star-xxx1 · 1 year

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Their words and touch hurt like hell pt. 3

Wandanat x Avenger! Reader

Warnings: Dark themes, killing, torture, fighting, a lot of fluff, tying up, magic use.

Summary: Natasha and Wanda maybe quite a rough couple but at the end of the day, their just big babies, only wanting you in every way possible. Even if it means having to get rid of a fellow teammate.

Ascending into the air your palms started to sweat profusely, pawing at them with your nails. As time pasted Wanda notice this and started rubbing soothing circles on your back.

"You'll be okay, i'm here" she whispered, kissing your forehead. Humming at her comfort, you pushed your side further into her front.

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2 hours later, Maria announced "We're landing now, start preparing" while putting the jet into auto pilot, unstraping herself from the seat.

You sprung up from Wanda's lap and grabbed your weapons, placing your knife and gun into there leather holders, which where strapped to your thighs. All three of you felt the affects of the landing, a subtle grumble throughout the aircarft. Once the door opened you were met with eerie silence only the wind could be hear howling. There was no sign of life. The runt down warehouse in front of you filled up the empty field.

All the windows were boarded up, roof clearly falling apart, and outside wires were sparking. Pulling out your gun, you all stalked closer to the creepy building, weary of anything that might pop out. Upon opening the back door noise could finally be heard, sadly it wasn't anything good. It was that poor girls screams, the same ones which taunted you. Goosebumps filling every inch of your now pale skin. Hearing a man grunt you instinctively cover you face, blocking a punch. A Hydra agent was trying to attack you.

After knocking out the guy, a swarm of agents came at your trio. All that self Torture of training really came handy. They were like nothing for you especially with the two other women by yourside. It was like taking candy from a baby.

Walking further into the halls of the hell hole, a huge console could be seen, different lights flashing, lots of buttons and levers covered it. An agent sat there watching over everything, typing away at a computer. Two pipes connected this console to some type of metal contraption. There in it stood that girl, her Greasy hair splayed over her scrunched up face. She looked so young, mabye a few years younger the you? How did she end up here?

Maria ran up to the guy attacking him, pulling off the chair. Fiddling with the buttons trying to stop the electric pain being unleashed on the frail girl. Hitting a particular button stopped the operation. Moving towards the containment you opened the door, a loud speak from the iron filled the room making the girl flinch. Slowly inching out your hand you begun to speak.

"Hi, Do you remember me?" Your hand out. She softly nodded, tears rolling down her red cheeks, "I'm here to help, we're not going to hurt you" you assured. She slowly extended her hand, it was all bruised, cuts sprinkled everywhere. Encasing her hand in yours, you led her towards Wanda which was by the back door monitoring the field. "Wanda can you please take her back to jet?" you asked.

"Sure, come here sweetheart" The girl followed Wanda out the building and into the aircraft. Going back to Maria you both finished off the inspection, taking some Hydra files that fury asked you to secure.

Once Maria was done checking the halls and you had finished looking around the computer, you both made you way back the the quinjet. Walking in you saw Wanda talking and comforting the girl. Taking a sit opposite the pair, your heart swelled at the site of Wanda and her kindness in action. Maria started up the jet informing everyone that we would arrived in around one hour, wanda joined you and started filling you in with the new found information.

"Her names ivy, well she thinks, she can't remember well, Hydra always called her by a number, 5309, she been at Hydra her whole life, taken as a baby from her parents, also from what she heard they were inhumans too, soon killed by Hydra" Wanda phrased.

"Mhm, thank you wands" you chimed. Sitting next to the small girl you asked her a question. "Hi again, Do you know where we're going?"

"No" her voice timid.

"We're going to safety, the Avengers compound to be exact, we're going to get you a comfy room and lots of food. Don't worry no ones going to hurt you now, your safe" you conculed.

"Thank you" A small smile falter onto her lips.

"No problem" you smiled back.

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When you left, Natasha and Wanda's plan begun. She carefully crept across the halls into Carol bedroom. There she saw Carol form passed out, still in the air due to Wanda's magic. She stood there waiting for the magic to lift, 10 minutes Wanda's told her. Just enough time to get you out of here. Around 2 minutes later, with a thud carols body came down. 'Finally' Natasha thought to herself, dragging her body to the door and out into the hallway checking for anyone, continuing when deemed all clear.

Harshly dropping the sleeping woman, Natasha pulled out the desk chair, tying her up. Finishing off the the last knot making sure it was extra tight for that little more pain.

Around 10 minutes later Carol woke up, her body ached from the previous pain that had been induced on her. There before her was Natasha, a murderous glint in her eyes.

"Natasha... What the fuck!?!" Carol had realized that she was tied down. The redhead sadistically smiled at the blondes pitiful reaction. Carol eyes widened in fear when she noticed that Natasha was holding a knife. "What the hell, why do you have that? Why I'm I tied down? W-what are you doing to do?! w-" By now the ex spy was getting sick and tried of Carol rambling on, looking through the desk drawers she found exactly what she was looking for, a gag.

Securing it tightly to the wriggling women, she chuckled at how pathetic she looked, tears welling up in the conner of her eyes. Now that she was silenced, Natasha could commence her tiny session of torture.

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Muffled screams and crieds filled the room, as the redhead left cuts all over carols skin. They may small but it hurt, bad. Rudely interrupted by F. R. I. D. A. Y declaring that you and Wanda have arrived back. With a harsh slap to the face, the promise ring you gave to Natasha spilting Carol's skin even more, She rolled the injured woman into the closest. Cleaning up the blood that had fallen on the floor, Nat collapsed onto the bed, waiting for her two sweethearts.

You felt fulfilled again, overjoyed that you had finished the most tedious, taxing mission of your life. It felt like a saddening door in your life had at last been fasten. After meeting fury, giving him the important files also handing over the girl to him for introduction.

Now tried you sluggishly dragged your feet through the endless halls untill, by a miracle you reached your room. Seeing Nat really boosted your mood.

"Hi natty!" You cheered.

"Hey love" her warm smile developing her face.

Setting down the files that Fury told you to overview on to the oak desk, you walked over to the closet. Inching your hand closer and closer to the door knob, taken aback by the two women.

"Y/N!" They both barked out in sync.

"What!?!"

"How about you and Wanda go take a shower and I'll deal with everything else?" The two women exchanging knowing glances, starting to get nervous. They know how usually you dismiss offers like this not wanting to hassle them.

"Are you sure?" she hummed, confirming.

"Thank you, I really appreciate it"

"Anything for you detka" heart swelling at the nickname you grabbed Wanda's hand, taking her to the bathroom. Seeing that the door was shut, she opened the door of the prohibited closet.

Light filling the pitch black room, the Russians silhouette mocking a demon's. Fear seeping into carols Bone's, skin crawled. Her muscles tighting, screaming of a horror unseen. feeling fear in the hair on the back of her neck, invisible fingers ran along her spine. Carol knew all about Natasha's erratic and unpredictable emotions, heart plunging into the depths, being at the complex receiving end of them.

Panicked when she strolled closer, flicking on the lights. Carol saw that sick, twisted look in her eyes. That narcissistic glint. She was hungry for her pain, ready to pounce on her like a tiger, feeding of the screams and sight of her agony.

She did try, really but the binds where too strong and somehow she couldn't use her powers (Thanks to Wanda's spell). Wriggling and screaming in her seat, watching the woman get closer and closer, she was defendless.

Everything stopped as Natasha passed her completely Ignoring her, humming a creepy song to herself. What? She was so confused. Skimming through all the clothes she grabbed Wanda and you and her t- shirts.

Before leaving the redhead turned around, taunting the women.

"she wearing my clothes, not yours," she mocked, chuckling. Restraining more caused the ropes to cut further into her irritated skin, and soon she was plunged into darkness once again, sorrow filling her body.

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When stepping out the now steamed filled bathroom and into the bedroom you saw natasha, bed filled with all types of snacks. "Awhh, Natty, you didn't have to" throwing your body into hers. Letting out a breathy laugh, she swallowed you up with her muscular arms, kissing your foreheads. Wanda cuddled up with you on Natasha's chest. You both looked cute and dainty in her clothes, making her heart swell.

"You both deserves it, you both did so well" Both of you savoured Natasha's praise.

"I love you guys" you said. You all cuddle together for a moment, before Natasha sighs contentedly. This is truly wonderful, you love this. They both smile down at you. Your safe, and happy, and have each other. You have everything you could ask for, Everything that matters.

Wanda knew exactly what to do. With a flick of the hand the closet door opened up just enough for Carol to hear your conversation.

"Say that again." Wanda demanded, a dark tone slowly making an appearance.

"I love you guys so much" you happily compiled, completely oblivious.

"We love you even more dekta" Natasha added. Carol could hear everything, suddenly feeling a tight sensation on her neck. Red mist wrapping around her thoart. The grip was lethal, squeezing the life out of her. She gulped and gasped for breath. Her heart, once quickly beating, is now slowing in tempo. She was screaming silently, gasping for breath only to come out as small ragged sounds escaping her throat. She cried out, but it was too late.

"Your ours forever no matter what" Wanda said bittersweetly.

That was the last words Carol heard. Without a word, body slowly going limp, final breaths, eyes glazing over.

She died knowing that you were there's and your two girlfriends loved that. To them their psychotic behavior can be justified because it was all for you.

Sweet, caring, charming, beautiful, innocent Y/N.

With two big kisses you turned on the TV, choosing a movie from your watch list, all diving into the snacks.

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Both red heads giggled when they realised you had fallen asleep, turning off the tv and joining you in a peaceful slubmer. They would deal with getting rid of Carol body and all relations with that tomorrow.

you are always theirs no matter what.

Everyone and everything will always lead back to them.

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Hii I hope your enjoyed! This the end of the series but I will make an alternative ending with Maria.

Thank you for reading <3

@whitewidowsbite @marvelogic

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running-with-kn1ves · 2 years

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Servantly duties

A/N: I've been working on this on and off for like a month so I'm sorry if its no bueno! I was really just trying to finish it and am keen to work on kinktober!

TW: implied sexual harassment, chipped fingernail, aphrodisiac/ love potion trope, forced kissing/touching

Synopsis: as a human servant to a satyr god, you're forced to draw him a bath and fall to his whims.

Word Count:4000

Being a servant for a deity and their court was not as glamorous as it may have seemed. “Yes your highness” this, and “of course my lord” that; you were just thankful that satyrs were a lively race. Especially considering their knacks for magic and devious enchantments, not to mention their selfishly lustful acts. But you, you had the special task of taking care of a very important one. A god. Though the god himself was not very powerful nor crucial to most creatures, in the hierarchy of his race he was the most grand.

After getting caught stealing from his altar out of desperation, you were condemned to work in the prime temple as a servant. You were shown mercy partly due to the gods laziness, and mostly because the being took a strange, licentious liking to you. Besides nymphs, humans were one of the most sought after creatures by satyrs, and it was not very often that one of the two would strut into such a dangerous territory. If it weren’t for the deity keeping you at his side, you probably would’ve been taken by one of his subjects. Satyrs never had a filter on their ravenous sexuality, only god knows what would’ve happened if they got their claws on you. But, it's not like the deity was any better.

Though your servitude was a punishment, you grew accustomed to your life here. You swallow your pride in order to avoid the gods wrath, hoping someday to be free of serving such voracious creatures. A snide comeback wasn’t worth being cursed for the rest of your life. He was still a deity, after all. So, you bite your tongue and do your duties. You were constantly at his beck and call to refill a glass of wine, to clean up after a luxurious party, or to wave a fan. The work never ended.

You recalled the orders from earlier.

"Dearest, I want a bath this evening. Make it nice, I only want you in my company." he purred to you.

You responded accordingly, but saw the way he looked at you. You were sure that he was planning some dastardly crude idea to get you to fall for him.

You were brought out of your thoughts by a searing pain, accidentally touching the burning pot in front of you. You retracted your hand as fast as lightning from the boiling water. The small fire underneath it had been slowly dying but yet the pail stayed piping hot. Picking up the handle, you delicately rose it from the fireplace. The metal handle dug into your skin as the weight of the water became nearly too much to carry. But you continued walking towards the large bath.

Reaching the basin, you took the thick cloth in your pocket and held the bottom of the pail, dumping it into the bath. The steam quickly diminished as the hot liquid mixed with the water already placed in the tub.

You hummed to yourself as you picked up a bottle of rose oil. You smelled it for a moment, savoring the sweet scent you'd likely never be able to experience fully. Small drips of the liquid fell into the bath, the smell becoming more potent the more it dripped. Setting it back down you took the few flowers surrounding the bathtub and began to peel them. The dried petals fell into the water elegantly. You snuck a few smaller ones into your pocket, watching the door in case the deity appeared.

You got up to find the clothes you put on the bed earlier, grabbing them and turning slowly to the basin again; The labor of the day was finally hitting you yet it was nice to have a moment alone. But your slack shoulders didn’t stay at ease for long; the sound of the bedroom door swinging open made you tense up again, hurrying to bring the clothing into the bathroom.

“Oh dearest human,” a sing-songy voice called. “Is my bath ready yet?” You heard the rustling of fabric come from the bedroom as you tripped over yourself to get to the door.

“Yes, my lord.” You cleared your throat, looking as you saw what was in front of you.

The satyr deity, Philon, was currently eyeing you with a grin. He had already tossed off his satchel, his dirty tunic clearly next. To say the god was bulky was an understatement. His race was not all that different from humans, but his huge stature and animalistic features said otherwise. The deity status was not one that made him any less intimidating, either. He easily towered over you, peering down while his furry ears twitched and his hazel eyes twinkled. You had helped dress the satyr on multiple occasions and occasionally tended to his bath, but it was always with other servants or worshippers. Now, you were given the task to handle him alone. You couldn't even imagine it.

He completely shattered any line of professionalism to the point where you didn't know whether to take his flirty words seriously, to refute them, or to fall to his whims out of fear for your life. Some of the other servants believed Philon was trying to court you. From the way he pursued you longer than any other creature that caught his eye, and how he dismissed any other satyr from touching you, it did look suspicious. But you wouldn't believe it; after all his games and his sickeningly sweet remarks, you believed you were just another distraction until he got bored.

"Finally," the god released a groan, stretching his arms as he began to disrobe. "Feels like I've been out in that forest for ages."

He noticed you watching as he pulled leaves out of his long hair, undoing the intricate weaving you prepared this morning. Small pieces of gold and little jewels were still strung in his locks. He smirked, staring back at you as he stroked his hair.

"See something you like?"

You looked away quickly.

"I apologize for staring," you mumbled, embarrassed and trying to gesture to the bathroom. He was so full of himself. "Please my lord, your bath is ready."

Philon grinned, strutting past you.

As he made his way to the bath, the god began untying his once white tunic. It had been stained with spilt wine and dirt, remnants that surely came from the loud festival outside. But he stopped for a moment, watching you stand there without following.

"Well come on now, these clothes aren't going to come off themselves!" The satyr said with a hearty laugh.

You swallowed harshly. At Least being ravaged by a deity was better than any old satyr, you thought to yourself. The all male race had definitely not been easy to deal with. Everyone was still outside the temple, busy celebrating this year's harvest thanks to Philon; he was usually the last one standing when it came to celebrations of himself.

You walked as slow as you could to the large porcelain bath. Philon sat on the edge of it and stuck a finger in the warm water, swirling it around as petals stuck to his skin. The pleasant aroma of the bath helped ease your nerves.

He watched you shuffle in, poorly hiding a devious smirk behind his hand. Your shaky hands begin to undo the knot that he had clearly re-tied.

You felt him staring down at you as warm breath hitting the top of your head. Your fingers struggled with the knot, sweat dripping down your brow as his stare grew intense. But he didn't stop you. Fumbling until your fingernail split, you successfully undid the knot. A small sacrifice to keep your dignity. You were glad the satyr didn’t seem to notice.

At the removal of the knot, the rest of the satyr’s clothes came undone. His chiton fell to the floor gracefully piling around his feet. You had seen the deity in all his naked glory before, but for some reason this time it felt different. Maybe it was because you were the only one who had his attention. Or maybe, it was because it felt like he was burning holes into your face with how hard he was looking for your reaction.

You ignored him, picking up the loose fabric that smelled of sweat and sweet wine to put in a small basket. Philon stepped into the tub, letting out an audible groan at feeling the water pool around his legs. You jumped at hearing him, the sensual noise catching you off guard. The lord lowered himself into the bath of petals and sweet smells as he waited for you to tend to him. Picking up the basket of clothes, you intended to get out as fast as you could. Bowing shortly you skittered towards the door.

“Wait a minute,” the satyr beckoned you with a finger, eyebrows furrowed. “You don’t think you’re done, do you? How am I supposed to get clean?”

He lifted his furry hoof, water dripping off of his lower half as you looked away; you were tempted to roll your eyes. Of course he wanted you to clean him. You reluctantly set down the basket, coming closer to the bath. You prayed to any other deities that could hear you, hoping they would save you from such a fate.

But alas, nothing stopped you as you found a clean washcloth on the table behind the bath, near the flower oils and a bar of soap. You quickly grabbed it, dipping the washcloth in the bath water and furiously rubbing the chunk of lye. Maybe if you rushed, he wouldn’t have time to try and mess with you, right? That was the only hope you could cling to.

But as soon as you were ready to begin bathing him, you froze. This was going to be a lot harder than you thought. You thanked the gods that bubbles covered his lower half, but his bare, dripping chest and biceps still sat before you.

“Start with my shoulders,” He commanded, resting his arms on the bath’s rim. “I’ve got a terrible ache.”

You bit your tongue and shimmied on your knees to the other side of the bath. “Of course.”

His back was as clean as you’d expect of a god who lazed all day. The nape of his neck was slick with sweat and water, a flurry of freckles dotting his back; they almost seemed to form constellations. You brought the washcloth to his shoulders, feeling his muscles vibrating under your touch. The small divots and hills of his skin were smooth against your fingertips. Before you knew it you had soaped up his shoulders and back completely. He had let out a few, throaty groans at your work but you were too preoccupied to notice. The satyr let out a blissful sigh as he turned upward to look at you.

“Don’t think your work is done yet, my little dove,” Philon grinned from upside down, fingers reaching out to graze your lips. He left your cheek wet with soap suds as you stayed put, mostly out of surprise. He cupped your cheek as you dared not to lean in or move away.

He then pointed to his head, the long reddish brown strands swaying as he moved. You were dazed for a moment until it clicked, your eyes lighting up with relief. Perhaps, all he really wanted was a bath? Maybe your hope was turning to delusion.

You grabbed a fancy glass bottle, remembering from having seen it a thousand times while cleaning. You assumed that it was the right one for hair, and poured its contents. Lathering it in your hands, you came to find Philon’s hair was already wet, likely done by the deity in order to speed the process up. You could tell he was growing impatient.

You began from the top of his skull down to the tips of his long locks, thoroughly massaging the suds into his head. You got to the sides near his long, furry ears, rubbing the soap in as you heard him release another groan. They seemed nearly unintentional; the deity's eyes were shut as he let you mold him, his body lax.

You were careful to avoid his horns, their presence hindering your scrubbing. They were one of the few traits that defined the satyr. Other than his horns and ears, from the waist up you'd think he was human. Well, nearly. His kind tended to grow more hair and fur than humans, and this one in particular had the blood of a god flowing through his veins.

You cupped the deity's chin and leaned his head back lightly, cupping water in your hands to wash out the lavender scented soap. He leaned his head backward and brought your arm to his chest.

Your hand went limp in his, afraid for a moment. You allowed yourself to keep washing the soap suds as he stroked your palm. Philon’s fingers messed with yours, prying open your hand that was balled into a fist. Warm, wet hands tickled your wrist as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

You swiftly finished rinsing the soap, getting up to busy yourself with finding the rag you left somewhere. You swore you left it on the table only a few feet away. But before you could figure out the location of the rag, you felt your arm tugged by a slimy hand.

"What's this?" Philon asked. He observed your broken nail. "What happened?"

You watched as he stroked your pointer finger, looking closely at the crack that divided your fingernail.

"Just an accident. It doesn't impede my work." You said matter-of-factly.

"Well I can't have you working with an injury like this. It could get infected, you know. "

"But the soap--"

He put a finger to your lips, talking over you.

"No buts. In fact, I think this needs to be taken care of now before you injure yourself more."

You were unable to protest as he pulled your arms into the tub. Before you knew it, he had dragged you entirely in, making you let out a yelp as he embraced you with his arms. Your clothes quickly soaked as you flailed.

Philon chuckled as shock and surprise fled your eyes. You bit your tongue to prevent from giving him a piece of your mind, not daring to extend your servitude sentence any longer. But boy, did you want to bite his head off.

"Awe, what's with the frown?" He grabbed your chin, twisting your face to admire the scowl you held. "glad I was able to make you wet, though."

You couldn't help but cringe, feeling the satyr grip your backside, both to hold you up and to cup a feel. You assumed you looked like a wet cat about now.

"My lord, how am I supposed to do my work like this?" you said between gritted teeth.

The satyr kept grinning at you cheekily.

"I can't have you getting hurt again on my watch. You can keep washing me in the bath." He leaned back in the tub, waiting for you to make your move.

Looking at his chest, you realized what he expected. He was still holding you, rubbing his large hands on your knees as you unintentionally straddled his waist. You didn't waste any time wondering what the protruding thing beneath you was.

At a loss for words, you decided to just keep working. Still holding onto the delusional hope of being able to finish quickly and leaving, you leaned forward to grab the soap from behind the Satyr.

The awkward positioning reminded you just how odd and wrong this situation was. He was a deity, a forest spirit who could banish you to never step foot in a grassy plain in the region again; he could take you if he so pleased, nothing in his presence able to stop him from claiming you as many times as he wanted.

It wasn't your place to be here, in a bath big enough to hold three, of which barely fit the both of you from the sheer size of the satyr. He touched you as if you were a lover, softly, taking in every crack and blemish in your skin. But that touch was also filled with authority; the way he touched you without looking for your acknowledgement, proved to you he knew there were no consequences.

Philons’ hand traveled up your hip, caressing your side as you extended to grab the bar of soap. You nearly had it, but it was still out of reach. He merely watched as you struggled to grab it. You were too engrossed in reaching the slick bar of soap to see him come up close to you, breath tickling the hairs of your neck. A soft kiss was planted below your ear, the satyrs’ hand coming up to caress your jaw.

You slipped without warning, which planted you face-first into his chest. Your nose burned from hitting his sternum so roughly, making your eyes tear up. His flush skin pressed on yours made you scramble up immediately, feet scurrying in the water to get off of him. Grabbing your hands he steadied you as you stuttered.

"I'm so sorry!" You cried. While the satyr made your skin crawl, you still felt bad about planting yourself right between his tits.

"Calm down," Philon chuckled, steadying you on his lap. "I never realized how much of a skittish little thing you were." You tensed as he brought your hand with the soap bar up to his chest. "Guess that's one more thing I enjoy about you."

His words nearly made you vomit. But the soap! You managed to grab it during the fall. The satyr almost looked disappointed when you ignored him and found the rag once more, watching you scrub the lye bar. Philon adjusted his legs beneath you, groaning as he "accidentally" grinded upward to get more comfortable. You would've scrambled off his lap by now if it weren't for his hands holding your damp hips.

Rubbing Philon’s chest in a methodical motion, you watched as the cloth began to make white bubbles on his tanned skin. His ears twitched and you swore if he wasn't in the bath, you would see his tail doing the same. The deity was waiting in anticipation, licking his lips as he felt your soft hands on his torso. He panted, flexing his fingers into the flesh of your thighs. You sighed and looked up at him to see what all the fuss was.

But his mouth was on you before you could ask. His forehead knocked against yours as he kissed you with a salivating mouth. Philon moved fast, pushing you backwards in the bath and pressing you against it; the water sloshing outside of the basin didn't stop him. Your arms stuck out awkwardly with your hands still holding the rag and soap.

"Mmn…! I can't help myself anymore--" he cut himself off with a kiss to the side of your mouth, voice hoarse and impatient. "I tried to give you time… let you come to me to spare my pride, but I can't … can't wait any longer. "

You squealed against his mouth, surprised and desperate for air. You knew the god would pounce, just unsure of when. And now was not the most convenient time. His soapy chest pressed into yours and dampened the rest of your clothes; his hands gripped hard onto the tub as he tried to get on top of you. His furry legs tickled yours under the water, ears flicking against your cheek as he smothered you with affection. He really had been holding back.

"My lord--" your voice cracked as you tried to press yourself deeper into the tub to create space. Philon took the challenge, pressing harder. "Please this is no way to behave-!" You were cut off with a kiss as he straddled your waist and forced your hands into his hair. The rows and rows of indents that formed his curled horns were smooth in your hands; Philon moaned into your mouth each time you ran your hands down them to push him off. You twisted away from his mouth, biting his lip for an extra measure.

"Why don’t you understand, I don't want this! Leave me alone!”

He laughed, belittling you with just one condescending look.

"I love the chase,” He licked his lip. "I think you'll find yourself yearning for me soon."

"What?"

Philon reached for a fragile bottle of wine on the counter of soaps and oils. You never had the pleasure of tasting such a delicacy but have witnessed its effects on those who drank it. It was a well-known aphrodisiac in the region, and you wouldn't be caught dead drinking such a thing around a satyr. Nonetheless this bastard.

He eyed you, taking a sip but not yet swallowing. You fought to get out of his grasp now that his other hand was preoccupied; he managed to hold you down with his forearm, pushing it across your chest to keep you tucked against the bath. The water was beginning to grow cold, bubbles having disintegrated and the fragrant smells starting to diminish. The flower petals had long since dissolved, turning the water a rosy red.

He threw the empty bottle to the floor with a clang, using his now free hand to try to pry open your mouth. As much as you stayed stubborn, you couldn't help but release a gasp when his long nails dug into your thigh.

Philon slammed his mouth onto yours, forcing the wine down your throat and against your tongue.Tears welled in your eyes and your nose began to burn. The satyrs inhuman leg pressed itself against your crotch as your hands twisted into his.

Letting go of your mouth with a wet "pop," philon came to recover your lips with his hand, nearly suffocating you.

"Swallow. Swallow it." He looked at you with expectant eyes. "Be a good little human now."

You couldn't breathe, water sloshing next to your ears while the large creature forced himself onto you. For the satyr though, he couldn't get enough. The water dripped down your chest, your collar slightly open as you breathed heavily. You groaned against his fingers, just like he always wanted.

You swallowed the thick, fermented juice, only out of fear for your life. The male let go as you gasped for air.

"I'm going to make you give yourself to me." He said, as your chest heaved and your hands tried to push him back. "When you're desperate and drooling in only a few moments, you'll have to beg me to touch you."

You promised yourself you wouldn't, that you would keep that small sliver of dignity no matter how dire the situation was, no matter how badly you wanted to return home. But the wine was already starting to take effect. You felt it in your fingers and toes, ones that tingled and went numb. Your chest ached and a warm feeling spread down your stomach.

"You're already feeling it, aren't you?"

The aphrodisiac was beginning to take its course. Your muscles tensed as your body grew restless; Philon watched with a sadistic glint in his eyes. He stayed true to his words, refusing to touch you until you began to squirm. You put your hand to your crotch, trying to suppress the growing urge inside of you. The sweet aftertaste of the wine still lingered in your mouth. Philon growled, ears twitching and flicking the gold pieces embedded in his horns and hair. The wine was beginning to take its hold on him, too. Not that he would’ve needed it in the first place.

He panted, running his smooth fingertips down your wet clothes. You felt sticky and hot and impatient, breathing heavily as something inside you made you thirsty. Philon squeezed your chest with hungry hands; you could see the lust beginning to take over his snide expression, his normally insatiable libido somehow growing worse.

“you're going to be begging on your knees for me.“

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Isnelda - by Limoran (9/10)

The villains here are so well done it's insane. Lots of fantasy stories try and fail to be morally grey, but this one gets it. The poison entrenched in high society is reavealed to be a feature, not a bug. Our rags to riches protagonist has to go toe-to-toe with every type of villain, in order to claim her vast inheritance.

Isnelda was a cute young lady, but her mother is a commoner. Gasp. Her father, Professor Argo, is (was) one of the wealthiest philanthropists in all the land. He was also a high-ranking mage respected by the only existing grand master. Argo chose to live a simpler life after he had a child. He was so powerful. He had nothing to fear, but nature can kill the strongest mage. Isnelda goes on vacation on a boat with her parents. It sinks, and her incredibly perfect and powerful father dies an inglorious death. Her commoner mother is quite literally forgotten by everyone. As soon as Argo dies everyone related to him starts gunning for his fortune.

His only daughter, Isnelda, is a mutt with no magic.

Her relatives immediately start harassing her for her inheritance at the funeral.

A shining hero appears at the funeral...and he makes everything so much worse. Noah is practical. He was Argo's best student. A commoner orphan who only received his magical training thanks to Argo's sponsorship. Argo owns a charitable foundation that also happens to own alot of property. Noah manages to keep that money away from Isnelda's relatives, but he doesn’t give it to her. Noah is kind of just...a guy??? He's not actually related to Argo. He takes over as chairman of the foundation. He gives Isnelda a monthly child support allowance...but it looks like she'll never get her father's cash....because she doesn't have pure blood and she's not magical.

That means she's not good enough for her own inheritance.

Brutal.

Ouch.

So uh the shiny blonde guy who takes her father's seat gives her a monthly pittance...and she has to live with her jealous uncle who hates her...

Um....

Forget her uncle.

He's nothing.

Isnelda's cousins are some of the most vile pigs I've seen in fiction.

The woman shown here is named Senia. She's jealous of Isnelda, because Isnelda's commoner childhood friend became a fancy knight through another Argo Scholarship. Senia beats Isnelda. She steals the gifts Noah sends for her...and...she steals the letters Ed sends. Ed is that childhood friend, and Isnelda thinks he no longer cares about her now that he's a knight. Senia thinks her pain is a mild inconvenience. She wishes she had a hot pet commoner knight.

So, Isnelda thinks she's been screwed out of her money. She thinks her childhood friend is too busy being rich to return her letters. Her cousin beats her. How can this get any worse?

Garrick is another cousin of hers. He is sexually obsessed with her. He hits her hands when she makes eye contact with other men. He threatens to throw her into the sea when he's upset, even though she can't swim. She hates water because...you know...her parents died at sea??? So it's just ten more levels of fucked up to threaten her with death by drowning???

Isnelda is almost an adult. She is ready to be penniless on the street. She doesn't care anymore. She tells Garrick she never loved him. She only stayed silent and obedient out of fear, but she can't do it anymore. Noah agrees to take her in when she's an adult, and she thinks she'll be given a menial job.

She hits Garrick with a metal pipe, and she runs into the ballroom to meet Noah.

Her debut ball is trash. Garrick ripped her dress. She looks like shit. Senia is laughing as usual, but then Noah steps forward. He gives her a gemstone, and he talks her through her emotions.

Magic is controlled by emotions.

He tells her she will be one of the richest women in the country in thirty minutes.

Noah COULD have taken all the money, but he's been waiting. He had to wait, because he's just some guy. He wasn't allowed to interfere in Isnelda's life when she was underage. He knew she was being abused, but he's a practical sociopath. He knew her temporary pain would give her the perfect life.

Isnelda's stupid uncle incriminates himself.

Isnelda casts an illusion spell that gives her a beautiful dress...and suddenly everybody loves her. Her uncle is bowing before her. She's worth hundreds of millions.

It's creepy and she's scared.

Noah gives her everything.

Everybody thinks he's a snake that intended to take the fortune by the way.

No one knew he was loyally waiting to make Isnelda a fabulously privileged mage.

Something really weird is going on. Noah torments Garrick. He slyly pushes Garrick out. Garrick loses his noble title. Garrick is completely abandoned by his family. Garrick ends up in a labor camp.

This guy is a scumbag, but the shit Noah does to him gets suspicious.

Also, Isnelda returns to the capital. Where she used to live quietly with her parents. She buys some maids. She starts to learn magic. Noah kind of mentors her. Here we go. A happy ending.

Wait.

Isnelda doesn't know how to use magic. Most magic seems to come from happy emotions or attraction or love...and Isnelda isn't a very happy woman...because of the abuse and stuff. She struggles to learn, even though her potential is through the roof.

It gets...more weird?

Ed is in love with Isnelda. He thinks Isnelda is married. He thinks Isnelda hates him, because of Senia's letter crap. Noah never said a thing. One letter from him could have protected their friendship, but he didn’t do that because protecting the money was more important. He starts to date women...wait...he's going on dates to humilate the rich woman who is trying to buy him.

He's in big trouble.

Larotte is the only granddaughter of the Grand Mage. She wants an obedient and sexy and strong husband. She doesn't want to be tied to a noble man with ACTUAL power. Heavens no. She needs someone that can be manipulated. Ed is the perfect doll. She plans well to get him. Ed never goes to visit Isnelda, because Larotte successfully traps him in the walls of the capital with politics. Ed is a show horse. An interesting common man who graduated top of his class. He is a prize to be won for Larotte, so she doesn't care if he goes on dozens of dates.

He's just part of the plan.

Ed doesn't know who Isnelda is at first. "Edith" hides her identity, because she thinks her old friend has turned into a lazy man-slut. They get closer and eventually Isnelda realizes he's trapped, just like she was. Ed has dirty blood, so he is just a toy that exists in the capital to be played with. They grow close again. Not sure if Ed is yandere, but he's super devoted. When Senia abused him by letter....Ed begged for forgiveness and he even sent her a ring. His graduation ring. The ring becomes a plot point. A knights graduation ring is a Big Deal. A bunch of assholes get it after Garrick gambles it, and those assholes try to claim Ed has a gambling problem. Devious. Ed also almost formally gets auctioned off. Larotte almost buys him and everything.

It doesn't matter if you're magic.

Argo seems like he was a nice guy, but he had to do horrible things to save the underprivileged mages in his care. We meet plenty of horrible things. Nobles that want to groom orphan mages into lovers. Drug dealers. Smugglers. So much classism. I think marrying a regular woman is what snapped Argo out of high society. He actually lost a lot of credibility after he married a nobody. It's stark. No matter how strong you are it doesn't matter unless you follow the rules. Isnelda uses her money to care for more orphans, but she can't help them all. Some, still, end up in the hands of adults with perverse intentions.

You can be bought if you aren't noble.

So, fair warning. This series does not tip toe around the child grooming.

How crazy is Noah going to get? I don't know yet, but he's slowly getting more violent. He has started, literally, chopping off fingers. His icy persona is hiding something else very well. He's not the kind of crazy that cracks easily, and Isnelda has her hands full with Ed. It takes alot of effort to keep him safe. She has to learn everything she missed while she was being abused, or she'll end up on the chopping block next. She's far from naive. She can't see how bad Noah is, but that's because he's so damn good at hiding it.

I have no idea how this is going to end.

Ed is starting to become more generic and boring, but I'll read until the end no matter what.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #shojo

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msmcnevertweet · 11 months

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Into the Blind, and Wot I Like about Space Stuff

I've been working on this for a while in between breaks updating As the Sun Forever Sets. Why is my idea of a break from writing games just writing a different game? I have dumb bitch disease. I wanted to talk about some of the inspirations for it.

Welcome to The Rim

Into the Blind is a sci fi game about a group of gig economy workers living contract to contract on the roiling, wild edge of space. It's about CRT screens, mechanical keyboards, junction boxes, pipes and wires. It's about the unknown, the stresses of capital, and horror - visceral and ephemeral. It's about working hard jobs in dangerous conditions for little pay, and the chance of a better life.

You are a Freelancer - Salvager, Shipbreaker, Courier, Bodyguard, Assassin, First Responder, Negotiator, Investigator, Debt Collector. A Freelancer is any and all of these, depending on the contract. You'll take whatever you can get to make ends meet.

Every job you do balances your need to pay the rent on your ship against your desire to remain alive. Grab what you can, get paid, and stay alive.

If this sounds cool to you, you can grab a free preview (with the old name) below.

Let me show you my favourite space things

Ok, time for the self indulgent ramblings.

(Potential) Spoilers for: Gravity, Interstellar, Contact, Arrival, The Expanse, the Alien series, the Thing, Annihilation, Homeworld: Cataclysm and Magnetic Rose.

Physics and Feelings at 10km/s

There are a lot of sci-fi horror TTRPGS out there. Like a lot a lot. Mothership, Death in Space, the Alien RPG, You're in Space and Everything's Fucked, the list goes on and on. Not that that matters - people should make the games they wanna make and I wanted to make a scary sci-fi game with spaceships, so eh fuck it.

Something I realised while writing stuff for Into the Blind and working on the system is that the themes and feeling of a lot of the sci-fi stuff I'm into didn't revolve around a towering monster skulking around dark spaceship. Like, sure, Into the Blind will have a nasty alien somewhere, I don't need to say that I like Alien or talk about why it's good (I do, it is, and I'm going to), but there's more to write about than monsters. Space is already intrinsically stressful and horrifying:

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Neil Degrasse Tyson and Chris Hadfield can shut the fuck up, Gravity has some of the scariest, tensest scenes in a movie I've ever seen in my fucking life. After watching this you could never pay me enough to go to space. The only enemy here is inertia, the only monster are the principles of physics that cause a cloud of debris to whip through orbit at 22,000 miles an hour.

Aside from the spectacle, Gravity is a film about finding the will to go on when you have nothing to live for and everything's against you. It's heavily implied that Dr Stone went to space because she's tired of existing on earth (or at least that's my read). She wants mercy and relief from the pain of her life, and watching it you want to gift it to her so badly, but the debris field crashes into her life over and over. It's a relentless, uncaring solar tide that returns like clockwork when to fuck her up any time she gets a break.

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These extreme forces also generate incredible tragedy and loss. Interstellar is kind of a dumb movie but despite the memes about this scene it always gets me. You don't know what you have until it's gone, and sometimes the distance between you knowing you've lost something and it becoming lost can (thanks to black holes and weird gravity stuff) slip by you in an age that feels like an instant.

Both Gravity and Interstellar have soft, beating hearts encased behind the layers of radiation shielding, technobabble and worn metal, and when the colossal forces that make the universe turn rip it open, they're laid bare.

That's a fucking cool thing to make a game about!

Indistinguishable from Magic

I'm not a big brain science person, when it comes to wormholes, relativity, folding space time and all that, I don't really get it. I just know that it's cool as hell and opens the door to powerful character stories about finding meaning and confronting your feelings at the edge of our understanding of reality.

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Contact and Arrival are two sides of the same movie to me. Both are heavily grounded in big Theory and big Science Words, both are about powerful sciencey girlbosses who've lost something dear to them (one in the future, one in the past.) Contact leans more towards the hard science approach, but both are at their best when they're balanced on the edge of the plausible and the implausible. They're both about the incredible, incomprehensible nature of the universe. They're both about people who change the world, in ways both vast impercievable to everyone else.

They're both stories of hope and benevolence, but Contact frames this through 90's optimism and the power of nations working together towards a common goal (it's so optimistic, even the villain-coded megacorporation decides to help out, which uhhhh), Arrival frames these themes through personal tragedy - Dr Banks pays a high price to save humanity from itself.

Behind the calculations and clipboards and theories, these are stories about personal discovery, love and heartache.

These are also fucking cool things to make games about!

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Magnetic Rose is probably the single biggest influence on Into the Blind - there's a full adventure heavily inspired by it in the preview. It's just so good. The visual design and animation are simultaneously grounded and real yet brilliantly beautiful and surreal. It's tragic gothic horror at the dark, gritty edge of space, and it's so good at being sad. The penultimate scenes in heart of the tomb-like space station, surrounded by rank brown water and decaying metal are heartwrenching. Heintz is tormented by visions of his past and you feel it so hard. The film doesn't care to tell you how this is all happening - are his memories ghosts? holograms? hallucinations? It only cares about the why, and it's incredible.

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It's been ages since I watched The Expanse, so I'm not gonna dwell on it too much, but what I remember focused heavily on how capital and government care little about those they govern and sell to.

The level that our existence is monetised and used as a cudgel against us currently can surely only expand along with our expansion into the stars. You can go there right now if you have enough money to do so, and when life beyond earth becomes feasible, the companies that financed it will need someone to clean the ducts and polish the solar arrays. The amount of things that can be sold to you can only increase out in space. You think rents are high now? Wait till you see the price of a 1 bedroom apartment in orbit around Mars. Add nice breathable mix of nitrogen and oxygen to your list of monthly outgoings. You think you'll be able to repair your C02 scrubbers without voiding the warranty? Fuck no.

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The Alien movies are obviously (despite what some grognards on twitter dot com will tell you) deeply about extreme capitalism. The galaxy is ruled by companies that could not care less about you, and the bottom line is all that matters. This kinda matters less and less as the films wear on, but the first 3 are all about working class people sacrificed on the altar of the interstellar dollar.

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Alien 3 in particular has a lot of problems, but the edgy teen in me is still really fond of this scene. It's doing a Big Foreshadow (Do you get it? The alien is like.. the flower he's talking about right? But the flower is bad?) But it feels like an appropriate lament for prisoners on the ass end of space. Despite what the company wants you to believe, the inmates of Fury 161 don't deserve to die, aren't expendable.

We all have flowers within us waiting to grow, out from the shadow of capital.

You might've noticed mentions of a nasty guy in those last clips.

Ok fine, also Monsters

We all love a little nasty guy, I cannot resist the pull of the weird monster that does Big Themes. Like I said, there's so much TTRPG stuff focused on them for good reason And space is ripe for the nastiest of guys.

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There's really nothing more to be said about The Thing, it just fucking rules. It's a movie that cares as much about what a monster can do to peoples bodies as what it can do to their minds and relationships.

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What a horrible fate for Sheppard. The idea of Annihilations mutant bear is just so sinister it makes my gut drop whenever I re-watch it. Again, not much else to be said about this movie. It rips.

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Homeworld: Cataclysm is a weird game. It's a survival horror.. strategy game? Set in space? Where you never see a single person?? And somehow it's voice acting and plot is incredible???

The Beast is the nickname for the microorganism that emerges from the millenia old wreckage the mining vessel Kuun-Lan happens upon whilst scouring deep space for valuable minerals. The threat it presents is so real and visceral, it's one of those "if this hits our planet, it's so over" monsters, and it's obscenely scary and gruesome. Even the Bentusi, a race of nigh-on ageless benevolent machine beings are absolutely terrified, and try to abandon the galaxy in the face of it (they fear their biological minds will be trapped in their machine bodies if they're taken over by The Beast, locked in and forced to watch what it does to the galaxy. Damn.)

The scene where you and your fleet fight the Bentusi as they try to evacuate known space to force them to help you is intense and incredible. You're fighting gods, and all you can do is crash against their incredible technology again and again like a stiff breeze, pleading for help and humanity. You shame them into taking responsibility for helping the mortals in the galaxy against this ancient threat. That's the fear inspired by The Beast.

Thank you for coming to my Space Ted Talk

I told you it was self indulgent huh. Hopefully this goes some way to explaining what I'm going for with this game. Not only monsters, but the experiences of people trapped by incredible forces of nature, corporations and circumstance. Not only horror, but exploitation, sadness, love, longing and loss. Thanks for reading.

Again, if you want to check out Into the Blind, you can get the free preview below, and follow me on Itch to get notified for when game releases (soon? idk)

#ttrpg #indie ttrpg #ttrpg design #horror #science fiction #y'all ever go on a spaceship and cry #incredible self indulgence #am I accidently doing a Substack on tumblr dot com?

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Let Me Take Your Pain Away (Pt. 2)

Missions don’t always go as planned, they rarely do, actually. Thing is, when they don’t, someone might pay the price with their lifes.

But they won’t let that be Mikey’s case.

Based on @cokowiii’s ‘Just Another Day AU’

Part 1 here

Part 3 here

Around them was nothing but debris, and -despite the giant hole in the ceiling- every path led to darkness.

– “Donnie, what do we know about this place?” – asked Leo over the comms as he turned on a flashlight to search for marks in the dust (even if Mikey might just have flown through). Cali can barely hear him over the sound of his own running heart.

– “Hardly anything, we didn’t get to talk much.” – Donnie’s words echoed through the walls. – “Mikey thought someone immolated themselves, perhaps with a grenade, hence the explosion. Additionally, as far as I know, no one is living there anymore.” - Leo stepped forward, one hand with the flashlight and in the other one a sword. Cali followed, struggling to match the others fast pace, as cement and metal sank into his feet, with something sticky gluing into his skin.

- “Anymore?” – Cali is reminded of the sewers he he used to live at. Above them were rusted pipes and, to their sides, stained walls grew tall with paint peeling off of them. Who knows how big this place is, it seems to stretch infinitely.

From behind Leo the light isn’t enough to see the chain in his hand. It doesn’t matter, he can still feel the cold biting his hand. Mikey might be anywhere in the building, if he’s even there at all.

Leo stopped abruptly, the light that guides them unfocused. Cali followed his gaze into a stain in the floor: big, greyish dark red and probably dried blood.

In the room in front of them they found the source of the blood. The doctor couldn’t help the sigh of relief that escape them. There were two decomposing bodies surrounded by ripped, dismantled, and stained furniture, but neither one was Mikey.

“Wait.” – Cali stopped Leo from going back, despite the room being a dead end. He snatched the flashlight from the other’s unsteady hands to examine the bodies closely. He could still make out claw and teeth marks on them. No krang dog could have taken Mikey down, though. What caught his attention was the bag beside them. It was Mikey’s, it has the butterflies he embroidered for him.

– “Let’s go, Cali. He’s not here.”

– “Leo.” – Donnie’s frantic voice brought him back to reality – “I found him. You two need to come now.” – Leo immediately grabbed him like a sack of potatoes and sprinted towards his brothers.

Cali was dizzy with all the sudden movements. After what felt like an eternity, they got close enough for them to see the other turtles. However, he couldn’t feel relief at the sight, just utter dread. Lying there was the love of his life. He started calling him as Leo ran even faster – “Mikey!” – And then they both stopped, unwillingly floating just above the ground.

– “Mikey, what are you doing. Stop it.” – pleaded Leo. Then, he changed the approach – “Donnie.” – The magic around them felt unsteady and fragile, when Mikey’s powers are all but that.

His eyes stinged and he can’t tell what Donnie is doing, but seconds later the energy around them dissipates. Before they hit the ground they are back on track. When they arrive Cali unlocks Leo’s grasp on him to collapse beside Mikey.

– “Angelo.”- No response, the youngest briefly opened his eyes when he pinched his arm, though. He isn’t answering his questions or obeying orders. He’s making intelligible sounds, which better than nothing. However, the important thing is that he’s breathing, fast and shallow, but breathing; and his heart is still beating. That’s enough, that’s all he needs.

He tells Leo to open the airway and immobilize his neck. Between the three they turn Mikey so that he is facing upwards. Donnie monitors his vital signs.

There’s blood on his mouth and out of both ears, plus, the inferior part of his shell is fractured, there’re thin golden cracks in his fingers, his leg is disfigured, and his feet have burns.

Cali pats him down, without finding anymore sources of blood.

It’s okay. He’s here now, he can heal him. Everything will be fine.

Except he can’t heal everything; he isn’t even sure of what needs healing. Donnie can’t tell him either- Whatever, head and abdomen first, then thorax, and finally his left leg and shell. That’ll do for now. He can do this. He has to.

He grabs Mikey’s hand, colder than his own, and with matching loose chains. Pink fog swirls out of Calimari, embracing Mikey.

A tiny, pale light ignites, mixing with the fog.

“It’s okay,” – answers Cali – “I’ll take it and you’ll be alright. No, it doesn’t hurt. That’s what I’m here for.” - Cali doesn’t tear his eyes from Mikey, until he simply can’t see anymore. His running heart steadies in his chest as his vision goes black and his body limp.

#rottmnt #fanfiction #fanfic #F!leo #F!Donnie #F!Mikey #F!Usagi #Calimari #Just Another Day AU #rottmnt oc #haha #sweats #hope I'm not disapointing #cw mentions of death #cw blood #wip #starburst duo

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(Self Indulgent) Discarded Angel! Mc Who’s Stronger Than They Look:

Spoiler Warnings For All Chapters To Like, Chapter 20. And Also I’m Only Doing The Brothers Who Have TRIED To Harm You In-Game.

Lucifer: Grimoire

And Now He Knew…He Fucked Up.

Who Would’ve Thought That An “Human” Exchange Student Would One Up Lucifer?

So, Story Time: Basically What Happen Was, Chihuahua Was Found In Tombs With Grimoire. Luci Is Mad For A Valid Reason, Beelzebub Defended Chihuahua For Good Reason. You Got Called Weak And Threw Against Solid Pillar.

And Now, You Have A Broken Metal Pipe And Doinked Luci Over The Head With It. And Now His Head Is Bleeding, But Hey!

Diavolo Was There Just In Time To Save HIM From A HUMAN. Lucifer Is Now Crying At The Dinner Table.

But Good Job My Guy! You Have Made Satan Laugh So Hard That He Almost Vomited. Also, Tell This Story To Belphegor. He Needs The Entertainment.

Leviathan: TSL

How DARE You!! No One Can One Up Him In TSL, And He Means NO ONE…

You With His Brothers (Mammon And Beelzebub) Just Pulled One All Nighter. How Could You Beat Him So Easily???

He Won’t Let This Go…

So Time To Kill You!!! Yaaaay….

But Then Again, Like Lucifer. He Didn’t Know Your Abnormal Strength, He Thought It Was Dumb Luck And Adrenaline.

And Now, AGAIN; He Got His Ass Handed By The “Human” Exchange Student. But Not With A Metal Pipe! No No No.

With One, Hard, Solid, Kick To Abdomen. Good Thing It Wasn’t His Balls Or Dick. (T▽T;)

Since He Actually Went Flying Into The Table, Hitting A Nerve And Knocking Him Out Cold.

So People Are Shitting Bricks (Yes Even You Lucifer.) Because Knocking Out The Third Oldest With A Kick! Yeah, Be Scared Of This Boss Ass Bitch.

Good Damn You Gonna Get Mad Respect At The End Of The Year. (▀��▀)

But Said Action, Caused Levi To Hide In His Room More Often Than Not…

So Please Rebuild The Relationship And Get The Pact With Him. Give This Man Love, Okay?

Beelzebub: Pudding

Mom! Mammon Being A Idiot Again!

Even After All This Time, He Didn’t Learn His Lesson About Eating Beel’s Food.

So Yeah; Mammon’s Enjoying The Stolen Pudding And Beelzebub Walked In To Find His Pudding But Soon Found Out.

That Mammon Was The Culprit. And Now He Is PISSED.

So What Do You Do With Your Stupid Daddy Issues And Savior Complex?

You Grab A Slice Of Cake, And Put Beelzebub In A Choke Hold And Place The Cake Infront Of His Face.

Soon Calming Down And Eating It, He Thanked You For Saving Things Back There. He Was Surprised That You Could Take On A Size Like Him.

Wanna Work Out Together And Get Some Food?

Such A Sweetie Pie When He’s Not So Hungry. (*´∀`*)

Satan: Pact

How Could Someone Denied Him?!? Especially Of A Fucking Pact?

You Know What’s He Capable Of Right? So Make The God Damn Pact With Him!

But Apparently You Knew Why He Wanted This Pact.

For His Own Gain. To Hurt And Torment Lucifer.

And Your Angelic Heart Ain’t Taking It. Michael Taught You Better, So You Be Better.

And Be Better Prepared Satan, CAUSE YOU GONNA BEAT HIS ASS!!!

Cause Threats From Demons Aren’t Taking Likely With Angels, Like Yourself.

So When He Stepped Forward And Got You Cornered. You Used Self Defense, Which Meant You Somehow Grabbed His Arm And Started Pulling At A Painful Angle.

You Said Your Own Threats Of Holy Water And Skinning Him Alive To Feed To The Rats.

After The Whole Body Swap, And Finally A Pact. He Knew That You, And Only You. Could Understand Him And Beat His Ass In Fight.

Belphegor: Attic

You Know Where This Is Going, But Not Belphegor Apparently.

So, Finally! You Got The Door Open With The Pacts And Your Magical Powers.

And Now, Belphie Is Free And You Hug And Kiss And— Yeah No…

He Started Strangling You After The Hug, And Started Gloating About His Amazing Plan Of Ruining Everything.

But You Ain’t About To Listen Too A Emo Bitch Laughing In Your Face. Kick Him In The BALLS!

And That’s What You Did, He Of Course Let Go And Held His Jewels. But You Ain’t Done Just Yet.

You Grab His Tail And Toss Him Onto The Ground, Smacking Him Into Ground A Couple Of Times Like The Hulk.

Soon After, You Started To Drag Him To The Railing Of The Stairs. And Pushed Him Off Of Said Railing Onto The Ground Below.

Most Likely Breaking A Leg Or His Arms.

With The Commotions You Caused, Everyone Else Ran To The Nosies Of Pain And Groans.

Then Seeing Their Youngest Brother, Writhing In Agony.

Lucifer Looked Up And Saw You Staring Down From The Top Of Stairs. He Yelled For You To Come Down, Which You Did.

After You And Belphegor Were Inspected Of Injuries.

You Started To Explain The Story Of What Happen, Your Heritage And Origins.

Afterwards, You Both Went On Better Terms And He Made His Formal Apology With A Pact. And Now, You Both Have A Running Joke Of Stairs.

Heheh, I Love Making Mc Being A Total Menace To All People Around Them!!! (✿╹◡╹)

#obey me mc #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #obey me fluff #obey me shall we date #obey me crack #obey me funny

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Community Gardens

Eldritch horror Jason Todd ft. Worried brother Dick, the All-Blades (or a take on them), and magically corrupted Joker. @perseus-jackass

Jason is terrifying, is Dick's first thought. Well, that's not true, there hadn't so much been thoughts as icey hot fear zinging under his skin when he watched his little brother rush into the fray of monsters. When Dick watched the thing that Joker had become smile at him with too many mouths and reach for him with claws cobbled from rusty metal.

His scream had been drowned out by the many others, but no one had time to run after him when...when Jason changed. When the little globes of light had started pressing against his skin, trapped beneath it, before the flesh had begun dissolving in pools of glowing copper that spread like a thousand open wounds until little of Jason resembled something human and Dick swore he could stick his whole arm through the puddle that had become Jason's face. The ichor drips, lands in thick globs on the sand, leaves behind sparkling glass in his wake.

And then the wings had bloomed, protruded from the gashes and holes in his brothers body, sharp and metal and many jointed, reflecting the wrathful heat and light of the red sun overhead. It hurt his eyes but Dick couldn't stop watching the thing that his brother was becoming. Couldn't stop as reality split apart, some veil between what is and what can't be fractures and smoke pours through the cracks, thick and black and streaming through sharp archs and cascading swirls until they formed blades, each held together with Jason's divine magma, or maybe the other way around. It's the only similarity between the blades, big or small, oranate or plain, kitchen knives or children's toys, all made lethal and vibrating with barely leashed power only held at bay by Jason.

Jason, whose high above the ground, framed by shifting circular rows of angry blades. The nightmare monster laughs, a harsh grating thing that takes the voices of every person he's forced to laugh, layered over a canned laugh track that cuts itself off and rewinds just to play, cut itself off, and rewind again. It stands on its many limbs, things made from stolen flesh and bone and scrap metal that squelch and grind with every relentless jerking movement.

Jason's answering scream is a choir of agony, of inflicted pain and inescapable brutality, hundreds of thousands of victims cry in tandem, anguish given a voice that shakes the earth and rips open the sky and Dick's ears might pop or bleed but he can still hear the pain in every voice.

The blades descend like wolves, hungry and vicious, denied of justice too long. The monster screams, a nails-on-a-chalkboard-pipes-creaking keen piercing the heavy air, the blades seeming to eat away at the rotten flesh and junk that holds the thing together, until the creature is nothing but a writhing little body, pale and bloody and still choking on shrieking laughs, but the blades do not stop, from every direction they pierce him, dig in between bones with awful, slick, crunching sounds until the Joker is nothing but dust lost in the desert sands at the hands of divine retribution.

The blades squirm and scream, tormented souls avenged but not sated, blood of one not nearly enough to quell all of them. Jason does not let them seek anyone else out, he calls them back in a tongue Dick can't even begin to figure out and they all turn on him like a swarm of buzzing locusts. They sink back into his flesh, sheathing themselves in the wounds that had killed them, the brass wings retracting with them, until the skin pulls itself together, nothing but a flush to his skin to show that anything had ever been amiss, and then he's falling, a shooting star heading straight for the ground and Dick wills his weary body to cooperate with him as he runs to break the fall.

Jason lands in his arms and they both tumble into the hot sand but somehow Jason burns hotter, even through the protective fabric of their suits. He's still, too still, but he's glowing with life and Dick can feel the vibration of a scream building in his throat when he puts his ear to Jason's chest.

#dc #jason todd #dick Grayson #my fic #All-blades #gore #body horror #the joker #drops this and runs #unfinished #don't ask for context I don't have any

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A magic machinations story: Benjamin and the first herbomancer

It wasn't a normal day, benjamin was called to the center of the city, a giant plant was attacking the structure and destroying piping with its roots.

Benjamin was just starting working as a rescuer at the start of the year, seeing all this destruction as a 17 year old showed him how truly important this work is.

The screams were deafening, the noise of the destruction struckbenjamin´s iron ears.

As a technomancer his duty is using his steel form to protect others and give protection to the people evacuating, he saw how the vines broke walls and Windows, he must contain the danger.

He breathed in and changed into his steel form, metal plates covered his body reinforcing him, his iron hands strong as ever and he charged forwards.

As people evacuated he held off, slicing the coming vines and thorns, he walked forwards towards the center of the plant observing the giant bulb.

The Monster became more violent and while Benjamin was agile, he didn't Dodge in time, a vine sending him towards a wall and trying to break his body with all its might.

Benjamin baredly could move, he was hurt but not scared, he remembered the teachings of his grandmother, how to talk with the plants and fungi, and while he could talk he did his best to listen.

He Heard the screams, the pain, and realized the plant did not want to do this. He whispered to it and the roots holding him towards the wall gave up.

He remained calm and moved forward towards the bulb, a voice almost calling him.

Flowers blossomed under his steps, and as he got close, the flower snapped shut, trapping him inside it.

He passed out and in his unconsciousness he saw her, a girl no older than him, chained and stabbed from thorns that grew from the inside, she cried sap, her hair made of petals, her hand blossoming from flowers on her arms.

Her blood was colorless and she was inside his mind.

He ran towards her to try and help but she only said-“i'm sorry for this…. I will die soon…. I will make sure of that”.

Benjamin tried comforting her but she spoke again-"I don't want To be the Monster that is outside but I was scared To die until You whispered To me… now I know that I don't have To die alone".

Benjamin felt how the bulb closed more and more as the air started To leave his lungs -"You don't have To do this"- he said both for self preservation and the safety of this girl-"there must be a better solution".

The girl chuckled and downed her head -"I do have, as long as I live he Will use me for destruction".

"At Least this way I can stop it for good"- she said as her voice started To tear up -"the pain can finally end".

"Who did this To you"- Benjamin asked- "who is using You? I promise I can stop him".

"It's no use, he is Miles away from here, My mission Will be over before You can reach him"-she proclaimed.

"don't be pessimistic"- said Benjamin fearing for his life yet he can't show it- "if You free me I can stop him before You fully close this bulb, I promise"- he said opening his arms.

"If You promise then, i think i don't lose anything, thank You for making me company… have luck out there"

Benjamin gets spit out of the bulb and gets up on his feet, he tells the other members of the rescue team To cease all attacks and starts running like never before.

Overclocking his core To reach the location, he moved so fast that he cutted through the air, somehow he knew where the controlar was almost as if the girl was telling him.

He broke into the building and reached the room of the controller, and in his speed he phased through him breaking him in half, covered in the Scarlet liquid he started To try finding ways To stop the plant.

He ended up breaking the control panel and escaping The building and running back To the bulb.

He reached and as he approached To whisper To it, the moment he touched it, it blew up.

Among the pollen and plant matter Benjamin Saw the girl fall To the wreckage, in less than a second he caught her in the air and runned towards a place where she could get Medical help.

He finds a hospital near a local park, they do their Best with the lack of information and manage To stabilize her vitals.

Regarding her mutations, there was nothing they could do, Benjamin stayed by her side as she recovered.

He fell asleep by the side of the hospital bed, his body tired from overclocking, exhausted until.

"You kept your promise"- spoke the girl- "yet it seems that i'm still a Monster simply smaller" -the girl stared at her hands- "i'm no human, not anymore".

"SO what?"- responds Benjamin in his steel form- "I'm not fully human either but I promise You that we can find a way To fix it, ok?".

"Do You truly believe that?" -she asked, he replied,- "of course, My family is known for fixing problems, but still You are no Monster, You are…. A herbomancer ,how does that sound?".

"It's comforting i suppose, thank You"- she looks confused for a second- " oh i do not know your name may You Tell me it".

"Gladly, i AM benjamin sharper ferreo local hero and defender of the people, and i'm glad To be here to help You. Now how about You tell me your name".

"I can't remember it sadly" -she said in a sad voice, promting benjamin To say- "well how do You want me To call You"

She thinks for a second and says.

Call me... buttercup

That's a Nice name

#my writting #Magic Machinations #benjamin sharper ferreo #buttercup MM #jesuswrites

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