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prettyboypistol · 5 months

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TF2 Mercs x M!Reader || How the Mercs Jerk Off +18

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ambiguous genitals for Pyro

Scout

The stereotypical setup of "makes a night of it" sometimes only to end up frantically fucking his fist 10 minutes later as he gasps out your name breathlessly.

Most of the time though his man is a horny mess. Sneaks off to jack off frequently (like 2/month).

Has jerked off in the showers before but prefers his bedroom to relieve himself.

HUUUGE on fantasies. Always talking to himself and imagining you in various ways. His favorite is imagining you blowing him.

Usually lasts a short amount of time, but can recover extremely quickly.

Pyro

Oh. My. God. This is the HORNIEST mf alive when they're lucid. Yeah, they're a little awkward about how close they get to you, but everyone shrugs it off as them being socially unaware.

You smell so amazing to them, the smell of you looks so pretty to them in their head because of their synesthesia. Has embarrassingly gotten off to the colors and feeling of your voice and smell.

Your voice is a calming purple to them with a gentle rumbling against the bottom of their mind, the sound feels a sort of comfortable chilling ironically.

They refuse to do anything outside of their safe space- hell, considering that nobody even knows if Pyro needs to jerk off-

It HAS to be: right vibes, 3 am, locked door, calming smell candles, windows shut, etc etc

Soldier

Has a love/hate relationship with jerking off, he sees it as manly and masculine to release urges, but also weak to indulge himself in base desires.

A manly man thinking of another manly man like yourself? Well technically that's twice the amount of men. At first he assumed he was jealous of your physique, but then he drempt of you on top of him right about to push your-BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEEEEEP 0600 SOLDIER TIME TO WORK

Awkward boners are his specialty, excusing himself to "go oversee the maggots" when you flex a particularily nice deadlift.

Less private than Pyro but still prefers a more private setting like in the woods, a bathroom stall, or just a spot he deemed far away enough from everyone else.

Most embarrassed about wet dreams where he can actually get off in his dreams, deeming that day "surprise laundry inspection/washing day"

Demo

He's pretty lax about jerking off to be honest, has probably drunkenly teased you about you should be careful about how often you keep your shirt off.

"Ey laddie, careful showin' those pecs around! Cannae imagine you'd like a man eyein' those tits of yours!" Of course it was a joke, you two were close like that. of course he was just teasing you.

Oh god he wanted to fuck your pecs. Unabashedly staring at your chest he imagined how nice his dick would look in-between your pecs, maybe scrunched against a tight wifebeater too oh fuck-

Reletively respectful of everyone's decentcy and only relieves himself either in his room or in the empty showers at 4 in the morning. He's probably only been caught once but never agains after that.

Cums a lot, that's why he prefers the shower wanks to quickly wash away the evidence.

Engie

This man is so fucking ashamed of touching himself to thoughts of you- much like he would be about thinking of anyone. He's got such a huge shame surrounding the whole thing but the evil voice in his head only made him strangely harder.

He imagined you wakling in on him as he whispered out your name and you shaming him as you slide up behind him as your hand wraps around his jerking him off all while telling him just how much of a pervert he is.

This man has the biggest undiscovered humiliation kink god it's so fucking pathetic (i deeply desire him)

Has jerked off in his workshop multiple times with the door deadbolted shut and a drill running to hide what he's doing.

Honestly prefers the feel of vaseline/nonsexy lube on his dick and it's a lot less suspicious to have that around.

Heavy

Doesn't often feel the need due to how high alert he is.

When Heavy is at ease he's more bearlike and chill rather than a hotblooded, horny-brained mess. When he does actually touch himself, he is extremely quiet in his bedroom and quick about the whole ordeal.

Has a nasty "habit" of thinking of you. He assumes it's because you're actually nice to him and he's not been around a woman in god knows how long. You're not womanly-like in the slightest but Heavy likes to think about his hands on your hips as he makes you whine.

Feels a stinging sense of guilt afterwards but generally shrugs the feeling off. It's not really such a bad thing if he keeps it to himself and keeps everything professional, right?

Sniper

I wrote a fic about how I generally feel Sniper jerks it here but I'll rephrase it here as a TLDR

This man is really fucking weird about jerking off to you. He HAS stolen something of yours to smell and fantasize with and if given the chance he WILL steal again.

HUGE scent kink and voyeur/creeping kink kind of like Engie in a way where he wants you to call him out on his bullshit.

Probably the most unprofessional about it. He has fondled himself as he watched you through his scope during battle and he will do it again.

Pretty quick ordeal overall to keep himself sane. He jacks off often and quickly to keep a baseline sense of sanity (pre-nut insanity is a thing and his diagnosis is terminal RIP)

Medic

Honestly I headcanon Medic not feeling a need to masturbate. His lust for you oozes out in his operations in some sort of gorey satisfaction in operations on the team. (think like, the taboo passion of physically rearranging someone's guts gets him off in a weird way.)

This isn't to say he gets sexually aroused by his experiments, it's just that the excitement of the thrills get cross-wired in his brain. When you drop your shirt on the floor to prep for an operation his dick twitches in his pants but that's literally it.

Flirts with you on the operating table <3

The only time he's actually masturbated is for experiements. (One was if he could create life without an egg and the second was to see how much cum could a healthy man extract out of him.)

Spy

This man is so hoity-toity about getting off it's almost a pain to write. It's an actual whole night for him. It starts with a nice bath with oils more expensive than your paycheck, then a professional massage, then a calming cigarette mixed with some top-grade cannabis in either a blunt or in a nice dessert. THEN FINALLY he lays himself down onto his pretty little bed and fucks himself.

And even then Spy has a routine to jerking off to really indulge himself. He starts slow and gentle with teasing touches that go lower and lower until he's strained against the fluffy bathrobe he is cuddled in.

Imagines you riding him a lot, but if he's in the mood to bottom, he slowly fucks himself with a pretty nice vibrator as he imagines you fucking him as your dick brushed against his prostate in the most delicious of ways.

This man is convinced that every other merc assumed that he gets too many bitches to need to masturbate and he fully intends to keep that assumption alive and well.

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enden-agolor · 5 months

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im assuming this is the case but were jesse / lukas / petra’s admin designs having similar palettes / overall color schemes to the original three on purpose ??? i remember you doing admin jesse art before so im not 100% sure but i think its a really cool detail unintentional or not :)

actually no not at all. i didn’t even realize that until now 👀

i kinda wanted their color pallets to all stay similar to the colors that really make each character stand out like jesse’s green suspenders, lukas’ magenta shirt, and petra’s red hair.

jesse’s design is based off your classic hero look with the onesie and the cape. the straps around his suit are supposed to represent the suspenders, and they, along with his eyes, are the only parts of him that glow. his colors are supposed to be calm and comfortable, yet dark and intimidating to look at because his admin self is honestly pretty sad. he’s eternally grumpy and wearing a smile is rare for him, so the colors also represent his gloomy mood. (he’s absolutely in no way evil though he’s still the same happy little jesse we know and love, it’s just very hard for him to take on positive feelings while in this form)

lukas’ design is supposed to look like someone of high authority. he’s a leader after all, and i wanted his design to be so anyone who takes a look at him knows he must be a person of high caliber. kind of imagine a pokemon antagonist and how they’re always decked out in attire that kinda makes you think like oh yeah that must be the boss, meanwhile look at all the grunts and they wear something similar, just not as ✨extra✨. yeah like that’s kind of what i had in mind for lukas, but instead of his magenta, i gave him purple because i personally really feel like purple is a powerful color. he’s the most like his original self compared to petra and jesse and he’s far more capable of staying calm and collected. also a good boy. looks intimidating but has the sweetest smile and the softest distorted laugh.

petra is… far more unhinged. her design is not entirely based off of her original appearance, but more around the energy and emotion she gives off. i kinda had a volcano in mind for her because it’s easy to spark a fuse in her and she can erupt and explode at any time really. she’s the most chaotic of the three, and if you read the details of jesse and lukas’ admin experience, petra’s is far less happy. she absolutely had to deal with becoming an admin all alone, and while that does sound sad for her, it’s honestly for the better. she would have been too worried about her appearance being so similar to romeo’s if she were around anyone else, and she gets to cope with that realization by herself and in a way that is honestly much better for her. like she goes down into a massive cave and destroys everything lol. uses her powers to destroy so much and take out all of her anger and aggression on mobs and her surroundings. she’s actively exploding, and once she gets it all out, she feels much better and theeen gets to really sit down and think it all over and cope with this newfound identity crisis

but yeah no the similar themes/pallets to the original admins was a complete accident 💀

#ask

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py-dreamer · 7 months

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Long hair Macaque, my beloved-

No but srsly, one of my favourite designs is just long hair mac and in this au Mammy's figure is just mostly hair.

I was trying to recreate this screenshot:

Obviously there's some difference like I tend to draw a bit chibi (big heads) and I didn't want to make Mac's hair THAT voluminous-

I wanted to achieve sort of a gypsy vibe with these little skrimblos

AND THEN I FOUND THESE:

And I could NOT pass it up.

So yeah...

Oh! And I also gave the sparkly drip to their ears

(Sh!t I just realised, I forgot the shadow creatures... I'll see if I can add them in later)

I COULDN'T for the life of me figure out the hundred yard stare to match with Mac's sharp eyes (how I draw him) and not make it look goofy so I made them spoopy and glowing instead

I sadly don't have much to say about Bai He here since her black hair didn't leave that much room for shading in a darkened environment (I'm so sorry) And this piece was to show off Mac's design more anyway (I promise Bai He will get her spotlight)

(Also Bai He, nor Mk nor Macaque wears shoes. Wukong is the only one in the family who does and I find that funny)

But oh! The hair? Here comes the fun part

(No his hair isn't purple, I just used purple to shade here)

You see I WAS going to use black hair for this photo but i soon realised how much of a pain it was just to shade it (cause i couldn't) and I was just WISHING I could use his white fur instead

And then I realised....

The white fur could be his winter coat.

Some animal's shed their fur in the winter (I think some rabbits do) and grow a new coat, occasionally with a different colour.

Therefore I could make the white fur the winter coat and during the story, his fur could be black to show how much time has passed since Bai He last saw her Baba...

Mwuahahahahahhahahahaha I'm so evil

(I was very proud of myself)

(Also I know macaques don't grow winter coats but just let me have this one ok?)

And why doesn't Bai He have white fur as well then? Well maybe she's just a different kind of monkey or perhaps it's just an age thing.

Funnily enough, when I showed this to my friend, she said he looked heavenly which is funny cause. As much as I love him, Macaque is a smug bastard and he knows it.

Like I know a lot of it was due to trauma BUT STILL

I just personally dislike how the fandom sometimes makes him seem like he could do no wrong and he is "uwu delicate babygirl that needs to be protected at all costs" when this boi is fockin FERAL man.

So despite taking a bit of a back seat in the main plot for this au, Macaque is still a smug bastard behind the scenes as much as he is a good dad

(Gosh sorry for the rant, I just had that pent up for a while now and needed to get it off my chest)

I wanted to post this yesterday on Friday 13th but oh well,

I hope I achieved the mysterious spoopy vibes as the original lol

(Click photo for less sh!tty quality)

(Also pls reblog, as much as I really appreciate feedback in general, I really like this piece and want to show it to more people...)

Gosh we are on a roll with this Shadowalkers au huh?

#art #lmk #my beloved #pog champ #py's_art #lego monkie kid #lmk au #liu er mihou #lmk bai he #lmk macaque #lmk six eared macaque #Shadowalkers au #monkey bai he #bai he will steal your kneecaps #macaque is bai he's dad #dad macaque #wolfwalkers #wolfwalkers au

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rachetmath · 3 months

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Rwby x video game

Ruby: Whoo… that was tough.

Yang: I can’t believe that Grimm trapped us in those video games like that.

Weiss: Indeed, my game was difficult.

Ruby: How so?

Weiss: I was a witch. I controlled time, had many weapons, and summoned creatures. But I had to do some embarrassing poses.

Ruby: Oh you were Bayonetta. That was cool. Mid though. What about you Yang?

Yang: I was in this arcade game where I fought a bunch of people in the streets.

Ruby: Oh. I mean you fit the description of someone vandalizing property.

Yang: You know it. What about you Blake?

Blake: I was a ninja. But instead of fighting just other ninjas, I was fighting monsters. And I also wield multiple weapons too.

Ren: You too. I was a samurai and I was fighting demons. And I can summon creatures to help me as well. And I had multiple weapons.

Blake: One of mine was a scythe.

Ruby; Really? Man. That sucks.

Yang: What was your game, Ruby?

Ruby: I was a devil hunter. I also had a lot of weapons. But I mainly used three and a few metal arms.

Yang: Metal arms? Holy crap.

Ruby: My bosses were insane, especially the final boss.

Ren: What about you Nora?

Nora: I fought my father.

Ren: What?

Nora: I fought my father who was trying to take my son. I did what I could but he was too strong. I managed though and survived. However, I pushed my son away from me and he left me alone. I was happy when he came back but things only got worse. I lost my friend. And though I managed to talk some sense into my father, my grandfather killed him right in front of me.

Ren: Nora it was a game.

Nora: It was real to me!

Ruby: Okay. Oscar and Emerald, how was your gaming experience?

Emerald: I was a badass treasure hunter.

Oscar: I was a guy who wielded a Keyblade and had to fight the darkness. I made many friends but my main ones were a duck and a dog. Mainly the dog.

Ruby: Interesting. Well, Jaune what about you? What game did you go to?

Jaune: You can’t be serious. All of you have only been to one game?

Ruby: Yeah. I was in DMC.

Yang: I was in Street Fighters.

Blake: Ninja Gaiden.

Weiss: Bayonetta.

Jaune: Which one? In fact, red, blue or purple?

Weiss: Purple.

Ren: Nioh.

Nora: God of War Ragnorock

Emerald: Tomb Raider.

Oscar: Kingdom Hearts.

Jaune: Oh my god. For real?

Ruby: Matter of fact, you’ve been gone for a while. What game were you in?

Jaune: I was in four.

Yang: Four? Like the fourth-

Jaune: No I was in four games?

Oscar: What were they like?

Jaune: Um hell.

Ruby: O.

Jaune: I was in hell. First I was in the Resident Evil series.

Yang: Number?

Jaune: 8.

Yang: Oo did you enjoy-

Jaune: I didn’t see the appeal. Especially, if the same tall woman, is trying to kill and eat you. And they were mild compared to a fungus monster, a crazy doll, a fetus, and an insane man with magnetic powers with the temper of a nine-year-old. I don’t know how I survived half that nonsense.

Yang: Damn.

Jaune: That was light work though. Then I went to find something called the Elden Ring.

Nora: Oh. Did you score any maidens?

Jaune: I will hurt you.

Ren: I mean it couldn’t been that bad. What was your role?

Jaune: The victim.

Weiss: Didn’t you have weapons?

Jaune: Of course, in Resident Evil I had guns. Then for Elden Ring, I had swords and magic. Too bad I was against insane bosses who were completely out of my league. And one of them was a man who fought me with his bare hands!

Nora: Oh.

Jaune: Had my butt bent over.

Oscar: Pause.

Jaune: Then Melina. Oh god. Oh god, A dragon flame thrower.

Blake: Jaune?

Jaune: After I got done with that madness, I went further deep into hell. Where my only option was to run.

Ruby: From what?

Jaune: Killer toy monkeys. An evil little girl. Clowns. Human-legged ducks. Golden Statues. Bagged Nurses. A Stuffed Mama Bear doll. I was lucky there weren’t more.

Ruby: Oh god.

Jaune: All while collecting these purple gems and running from the devil while assisting a witch. Who I have to admit is very hot.

Emerald: Who were the worst?

Jaune: The worst ones were the Joy-joy Gang.

Emerald: Who were they?

Jaune: Animatronic robots.

Oscar: How were they so bad?

Jaune: Dark Deception. They’ll let you think you had a chance. First, they can become a giant ass robot. One of them can run faster than me. And when you think you've beaten all three of them, nine more will take their place- They have an army. Unlike the others, those guys had a better chance of catching me. They were just having fun. And when they caught me… … *remembers the beatdown* I swear if it wasn’t for their boss still needing me alive I wouldn’t have survived.

Oscar: What was the last game?

Jaune: … …

Oscar: Jaune? Jaune what was the last game?

Jaune: *remembers the people he lost. The people he’s murdered. The monsters he’s faced. The choice that could change everything.*

Jaune: I have no regrets.

Oscar: What?

Jaune: Nothing Oscar.

Ruby: Um… Are you going to be okay?

Jaune: Yep. As long as we killed the thing?

RWBY and NERO: … …

Jaune: Don’t tell me.

*Roars*

Jaune: Let’s see. Nine of us are here. Giant boss. Yep, we’re in an RPG.

Ruby: Let’s go team.

Jaune: Wait what are our roles though?

*bob*

Ruby: Sniper. Cool.

Yang: Brawler. Nice.

Blake: Ninja. Hm.

Weiss: Mage. Indeed.

Emerald: Thief. Awesome.

Oscar: Support. Ah.

Nora: Berserker. Yes.

Ren: Archer. I’m fine with this.

Jaune: *terrified*

Nora: What’s your role Jaune?

Jaune: HEY! FIGHT ME!! FIGHT! ME!

Ruby: Tank.

#rwby #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #nora valkyrie #lie ren #jaune arc #oscar pines #emerald sustrai

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 3 months

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PLEASE I NEED TO READ MORE OF YOUR HANMA HCS, FICS ANYTHING. YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOOOOOOD

Nonny, you're starting to make me blush!! I wrote a thing about Mikey saying "Itadakimasu" to his girl one night when he couldn't sleep. And I saw a post tonight about how Hanma would oh-so-definitely say that too. And my mind buzzed in and out for a while, and here we are. I hope you like my take on Hanma saying "Itadakimasu" to his girl <3.

I can't guarantee this is wholly proofed. If anything is too horrific, let me know.

Also, thank you to @mitsuyeaah for the brain candy idea for this. I know the account is archived, but here it is anyway: GRATITUDE.

Imagining Hanma going down on you and uttering the phrase "Itadakimasu".

It would fucking literally make your brain blurp out. But in those few seconds before you saw the white light, you hear him say it in a deep and gravelly voice. Dragging out each syllable, not breaking eye contact. Sticking his tongue out like he's about to eat the fuck out of a triple scoop cone from Thrifty (for you youngin's, Rite Aid) and smirking a little bit, his lips curling into that devious/evil smile just before his face completely disappears between your thighs.

Oh? Sorry, you thought ... you thought he was going to go down on you right now? Aw, you're so cute. No, baby. He's not. He's going to bite your thighs and lick them to ease the sting that his sharp, pearly white teeth left behind. And then he's going to graze his soft, hot lips against your skin and make sure to breathe just heavily enough on you until you're practically shaking with anticipation/impatience for him to touch you where you need him to touch you the absolute most.

His breath would tickle along your hip bone. He would drag the tip of his tongue across the skin just above the waistband of your pretty panties, pulling the elastic down a bit with his long fingers, dipping them in a little. Just enough to get your attention - like he didn't have your un-fucking-divided attention as it was. Dragging his dull (but well maintained) nails over your stomach and waist, hard enough that you can feel it but there wouldn't be too many marks. No, the marks will be left by his mouth, on the softest part of your upper/inner thighs.

By now, he's marked up both sides of your legs. You're a complete mess and he's laughing at how much you're whining about what an asshole he is being. Is teasing you for this long really necessary? But he loves it. He loves making you squirm and beg for his mouth. He loves watching your body writhe around under his touch, watching your chest rise and fall rapidly as you try to catch your breath. It's intoxicating to him, knowing that you want him that badly.

So, he slides your panties off and tosses them somewhere across the room. And then he dives right in, spreading your lips apart. In the least noticeable way, he flicks his tongue over your clit. It's just a little, just enough to make you jump and moan out his name. He wants you to keep saying his name like that, so he starts licking you in earnest, swirling his tongue around and around your overly sensitive clit. It's driving you wild and you're digging your fingers into his hair, pushing his face further into you. Raising your hips, trying any trick in the book to get him to plant his face deeper into your needy cunt.

And he just loves that. He loves when you get impatient and try to take control. It makes him want to take you right then and there. But he won't, not yet. He wants to make you cum on his tongue first. He wants to feel your thighs shake against his cheeks and hear your muffled cries of his name as you finally clench up around him.

Once you've finished and released his head from the confines of your quivering thighs, he crawls back up to you, pressing his lips against yours. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it's so fucking hot. You're still trembling from the aftershocks and you can feel his cock pressing into your purple-blotched thigh, hard and ready.

The way he looks down at you is such a perfect mix of self-satisfiction and utter desperation. He is starting to feel the need to plunge himself into your wet pussy and chase after his own release.

And as you're wits come back to you, you smile sweetly at him, planning just how much you're going to make him regret making you wait for so long.

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marlynnofmany · 10 months

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A Worthy Sacrifice

Going on a food run for this spaceship usually didn’t end up in a debate over whose body parts are more expendable. Never, as a matter of fact. Today was the first. And it could have easily been our last.

The trip had such a peaceful start, too. Along with the usual supplies that we paid real money for, Captain Sunlight sent a handful of us to pick up a local delicacy: some plant. I honestly missed the name. I was more interested in the location — inside a vast cave complex with shafts of light filtering in from above, and multiple lakes of poison to make the perfect growing environment. Or maybe they were acid lakes. At any rate, extremely dangerous, and completely at odds with the lovely sun-dappled scenery and brightly colored plantlife.

I stood with some trepidation at the edge of the cave maze, holding an empty bag and wondering if there was maybe an entrance somewhere big enough for a hoverbike. Beside me, the hulking forms of the Frillian twins were similarly hesitant. You can’t punch an acid lake, after all, or lift weights at it.

Down closer to ground level, Mur just looked annoyed. “It’s fine,” he said, flipping a blue-black tentacle forward. “The locals pick these plants daily.” His own bag was on a dinky little hoversled that followed him like a flying puppy, leash and all. The sled also held a couple pairs of pruning shears in case the stems gave us trouble. Mur could have ridden on the sled himself, pushing off the ground like a squid-shaped kid on a snow disk, but that would have been undignified. Strongarms are proud of that tentacle-walking, after all.

And apparently they’re not phased by giant lakes of acid.

“If you say so,” I told him. “Lead the way.”

He did, grumbling. I followed, taking care not to trip over the sled, while Blip and Blop stood tall and brought up the rear.

The entrance tunnel was small, alongside many others, and a few turned out to lead to the same big cavern. My first impression was warmth. I regretted wearing a sweater, thin and utilitarian though it was. I took it off as we walked, tying it around my waist, glad that I at least had my hair tied back in its usual long braid. I didn’t need any extra sweat about my neck today.

Once the sweater was secure, I was free to appreciate the scenery. It really was pretty. The walls were a wash of reds and golds, with multiple types of greenery sprouting from every level surface and a few that weren’t. The lake far below was an evil purple, fading to the innocent blue of tropical seas at the edges. A solid fence lined the cliff edge, which I appreciated.

The wall behind us was awash in climbing vines with dangling blueberry-looking things that sure would be convenient if they were the plants we were here for.

No such luck. Those were on the far side. Lots of them. A vast jungle of treelike things, most of which were bent under the weight of head-sized yellow fruit. As I watched, one particularly spindly trunk lost its biggest fruit to gravity, and sprung upwards to fling the smaller ones away in a comical fashion. I could almost hear the splats against the cave wall.

“Well, they sure look ripe,” I said.

Mur wasn’t interested. “Where’s the— Oh, there it is. We took the wrong door. C’mon.” He slapped away along the path beside that fence, over to where a single large hover platform waited like a ferry.

We were just getting on, with me trying to hide my misgivings and the Frillians doing the same, when a chorus of more slapping tentacle-steps approached at speed.

“Wait!” commanded the large reddish Strongarm in the lead, who was colored much like the cavern walls. She was also shaped more like an octopus than a squid, as was the green one behind her. The beige-gray one had a pointy squid head like Mur.

Mur waited. He’d already figured out the controls for the platform, and he stood there in silence while I clutched the railing with the Frillians, and the newcomers climbed on.

With nods all around, Mur pressed a button to close the gate. Then he removed the lid of the fancy pottery jar big enough for a child to hide inside — I’d assumed somebody had left it behind — and he scooped out a bunch of those blueberry things. As I watched in curiosity, he opened a different lid, this one over a part of the control console that stuck out, baring a dark tunnel like an ominous toilet bowl.

He threw the berries in. The platform’s engine started.

Mur steered us out over the deadly lake, engines humming happily, throwing clusters of berries in every so often. I exchanged looks with the Frillians. The other Strongarms didn’t look impressed.

“Are those fuel berries?” I asked.

“Only for this engine,” Mur said, tapping a sign. “It takes anything organic. Nice of the locals to make sure there’s always a full pot here. There is a note here to refill what we use if possible, and I think we definitely should, but I’m sure that not everyone does.”

The red Strongarm made a flapping noise that I recognized as the equivalent of a snort. Yeah, she probably wouldn’t stick around to do her part.

(And remember that bit about “anything organic”? If you recall how I started this little anecdote, this is where you’ll start to get concerned.)

There was only a moderate level of worry in the air at that point, though. We hadn’t fallen in yet and the rails seemed sturdy, if sparse, and the jungle was approaching at a reasonable pace. The slight breeze even made the temperature pleasant.

When Mur docked the platform headfirst and opened a gate on the other side, I was the first one off among the trees. Picking the yellow fruits turned out to be a great time, especially the way they kept accidentally flying through the air. They were about as heavy as cantaloupes, but with such rubbery outsides that it was like they were made for high-impact comedy. I did my best to pick each tree thoroughly, hanging onto the bent trunk with one hand before letting go. I’d started by taking a single fruit from each tree, but that had not worked.

Blip and Blop had the most efficient strategy: one held a bag and the other shook a tree like they were taking its lunch money. Mur just climbed the lowest trunks and plucked everything he found. One way or another, we filled our bags quickly and met back at the platform.

The strangers were a little slower, but again, we waited politely. Soon enough, we were on the way across the lake that lurked distantly below like malevolent grape jam.

I was just thinking that it had been a while since I’d had a proper PB&J when the trouble happened.

The Strongarms, standing on one side of the platform with their sacks of fruit, produced blasters and demanded ours.

(Yes, Strongarms keep things hidden among their tentacles. Yes, it’s just as gross as it sounds.)

Anyway, they must have taken our politeness and healthy fear of death for the signs of a bunch of pushovers, and wow they were wrong about that.

Blip and Blop swung their sacks of fruit in unison while I dove to one side and Mur took the other. You’d think we did this sort of thing all the time. In reality, there were only so many directions to go in a fenced-in battleground like this.

The would-be bandits were too busy dodging the sacks to aim their blasters properly, though they tried. One shot Blip’s bag of fruit, making her even more angry as yellow globes bounced everywhere. One nearly singed my ear, but didn’t get a second shot when I roundhouse kicked him in the squiddy head.

The other one, the leader, was wrestling Mur, and her shot went right through the center of the berry pot, shattering it and sending the platform’s fuel in every direction.

I mentioned that the railings weren’t exactly close together. And that these looked like blueberries: the little round things. My point is, they rolled. With great talent and speed. Right off the sides and down into that terrifying lake, leaving only a few behind.

“Look what you did!” Mur yelled, wrestling harder.

Blop made an undignified squeak of concern, then tried to find an angle he could help from. He ended up stepping firmly on a red tentacle and pinning the blaster to the floor.

His sister, meanwhile, was slamming an alien cantaloupe against the green guy, whose own weapon was stuck inside a different fruit, making its leisurely way down towards the lake.

The gray dude was out cold, which was a surprise to me. I guess Strongarms are easy to concuss, I thought as I made sure his blaster was safe on our side of the platform. I’d considered throwing it over the side as well, but figured we might want it to keep them in line once they woke up. I sure wasn’t planning on giving it back, though.

Crunch went the third blaster, Ow went the Strongarm holding it, and “Stay down, you arm-dragging limp grub!” went Mur. The red Strongarm stayed down.

So. We won the fight. But we only had a scattered few berries left to fuel the platform, and it had coasted to a stop in what looked to me like the exact stinkin’ center of this terrible, poisonous lake.

Blop looked worried. “Now what?” he asked Mur.

“These?” Blip suggested, holding a yellow fruit out toward the intake.

“No!” Mur shouted, startling everyone. He blocked her path. “Those break the engine. Didn’t you read the sign?”

I glanced at the defeated Strongarms. “I think only you read the sign,” I told him.

“Well, it’s very clear!” he exclaimed, waving dark tentacles like he wanted to tear out hair that he didn’t have. “Only other organics!”

Blip set the fruit down. “What do we have?” she asked, checking her pockets. “I’ve got two shrimp sticks and one of those seednuts that Paint likes.”

We all took stock, coming up with a whole lot of nothing. The unconscious Strongarms woke, and submitted to sitting in the corner with their leader, injured and embarrassed and also not in possession of any spare fuel.

“Let’s at least see how far the berries take us,” Mur said grimly, picking up the nearest.

We gathered all that we could find, and it took us a little way. Pocket snacks and whatnot took us a bit farther. We considered clothes (most were artificial), the fruit-carrying bags (same), and even treating the toilet-looking thing in appropriate but mortifying ways.

As we got increasingly desperate, we were still far from shore.

“Pretty sure this is real leather,” Mur said as he dropped in the leash for his tiny hoversled. “That will take us … not far enough.”

We were sort of close, kind of. Relatively speaking.

“The captain will come looking if we’re gone long enough,” Blop said.

“She doesn’t know which tunnel we took,” Mur reminded him. “Searching could take days.”

“Won’t the locals find us?” Blip asked.

The red Strongarm sneered. “They just finished a work cycle, and it’s a regular holiday. You think we’d try to rob you if they could come in at any moment?”

Both Frillians groaned.

Mur scowled. “Yes, very smart. See where that got you!” Moving slowly for added drama, he picked up a pair of shears from his sled. “Who wants to volunteer something organic?”

There were desperate pleas at that, and stonefaced silence from Mur that I hoped was acting.

“What about them?” the leader said, pointing wildly at the Frillians. “Surely they don’t need all those frills!”

Blip and Blop regarded her with identical shocked expressions. “Yes we do!”

“Well, we need our arms! You think that wouldn’t hurt to cut off?”

The yelling escalated while something very obvious occurred to me. I stepped over to Mur and flopped the braid over my shoulder. “Do you think this would be enough?”

The Strongarms shut up immediately. And they stayed silent while Mur calculated, so silent that I started to wonder.

They answered my question before I could ask it.

“You would volunteer that?” asked the red one quietly.

Ohhh, they think it’s a tentacle covered in hair, I realized. Have they not met a human before? Never mind; let’s see if Mur plays along.

“Yes,” I said solemnly, instead of going “Yeah” like I usually would. “If this is the only way to save all of us, then I will gladly make that sacrifice.” I looked over at Blip and Blop, who were elbowing each other but keeping mum. Good.

Mur ushered me toward the intake with all the grandeur of a high-society attendant. “If you would permit me to do the honors,” he said, “I will be quick.”

So I stood in front of the thing with my back to it so the wide-eyed bandits couldn’t see, told Mur to cut just below the hair tie, and held up my sweater ready to wrap it around my head like a bandage.

Yes, I did feel silly. But the bandits deserved a bit of shame and secondhand anguish. Besides, I’d been wanting to try a short haircut for ages, but never found the right time to chop it all off.

This is definitely the right time, I thought. “Go ahead.”

Mur snipped through the braid with one clean cut — hooray for sharp shears — and I collapsed with an anguished expression and some artful whimpers. Blip helped tie the sweater “bandage,” while Blop shielded us from view and stared down the Strongarms. I didn’t see Mur drop the braid into the intake, since my view was somewhat limited, but I felt the engine kick on with a most welcome hum.

I really hope that was enough, I thought as I lay there with my arms about my head. It’ll suck if we have to snip this down to a buzz cut. That’ll be hard to keep up the act through. And I really don’t want hair THAT short.

But when the engine finally went quiet, it was to a cheer from the Frillians. We were close enough to jump.

Or, more accurately, close enough for Blip to fling Mur across the gap with one of my socks to gather berries in. Mur was a terrible shot when he threw it back, but enough berries reached us that we were able to close the distance.

I pulled the blaster from my waistband and nudged it over the side before I forgot. It was too small for the Frillians to use anyway.

Plus, we didn’t need it. By the sound of her voice, the lead Strongarm had been so humbled by my sacrifice that she might have been considering a career change.

She even offered their collections of fruit, and the other two didn’t object.

Mur accepted graciously. I managed to turn my chuckling into pained noises as strong Frillian arms lifted me. I didn’t uncover my head to look. By the sounds of it, the many fruits were being balanced on Mur’s sled and the shoulders of whichever Frillian wasn’t carrying me.

“Farewell,” Mur said haughtily. “Make better choices in the future.”

We left the cavern to the sound of the ex-bandits promising to do so.

I have no idea if they’ll really go straight, but wouldn’t it be hilarious if they did?

Once we were out of sight, Blip put me down and took her share of the fruit bags. I claimed one too. I felt much lighter without the braid. And the threat of impending death.

I looked at my crewmates cheerfully. “Let’s never do that again.”

“Not without significant backup,” Mur agreed.

“Or more spare headfur!” Blop said.

“I’ve definitely spared enough for one day.” I freed a hand to pull out the hair tie, marveling at how simple a process it was now.

My crewmates all told me I looked incredibly strange with short hair about my face like that.

I told them to wait until I picked a final hairstyle, and I described hair gel to them.

~~~

The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come!

#my writing #the Token Human #writeblr #humans are weird #haso #hfy #eiad #humans are space orcs #and other such tags #science fiction #short stories #stories that are short but not as short as they were supposed to be #seriously why is it so long #anyways!#enjoy #the next one will probably be shorter

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ruthytwoshakes · 5 months

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Bunch of two fort ladies hell yeah B)

headcannons of inconsistent length below the cut

Zhanna: reeeeeeoow!!! She’s so gorgoryse . gay as hell about all these women tbh. Yeah I just gave her body hair and thicker eyebrows because it’s cool as fuck. And a bear claw scar from when she tried to take home a baby bear when she was little. I think she really likes bears and wants one as a pet. Maybe the bear and soldier’s raccoons would get along aww <33

Admin: yipppeee evil old lady!!!!! . Gave her acne scars , think she would pick her face when she was younger and the scars never faded. shes so pretty heruhghhsg. She smokes these fucked up super long cigarettes idk. I like her wonky nose, maybe she got into a fight or something and broke it.

Scouts Ma: oh man I have so many ideas for her hehehhe. Okay so her name is Jenny, shes Puerto Rican, moved to Boston when she was a young adult, and she’s around the same height as sniper. She’s green because she’s both the scouts mother, and I didn’t want her to be purple like Pauling and Admin I wanted her to be her own person. Her heart locket contains a bunch of pictures of her boys that all cartoonishly fold out to the floor when she opens it up.

She’s bi and poly, and currently dating both the spies because I think it’s funny. I can’t decide if both the spies would also be dating each other or would hate each other, maybe it depends on the time of day. Oh also she used to be an assassin! Maybe that’s why she had to move because she got found out at her old hometown. Anybody who got too rough with her boys were never seen again, only reason the scouts made it out alive lol.

She’s only recently gotten back together with the spies, had a falling out with Red before she knew she was pregnant, but he wanted to reconnect with her after finding out Red scout was his kid. Blu and her were friends for a really long time, she was the surrogate mother to Blu scout, but they fell out of contact when Blu spy had to take scout and disappear due to some espionage work gone wrong. When both the Blus join the team, the red scout recognized them and Blu spy eventually reconnected with Jen through that.

All of her kids are out of the house and she’s retired, so she has a lot of free time. She hosts foreign exchange students and fosters baby animals. She does a lot of traveling and shopping, she also likes knife and axe throwing, while doing some abstract sculpting on the side.

Maggie:

I love Maggie she’s so interesting,, I really like the panels where she’s laughing with saxton on the plane. Oh yeah gave her a mustache cus she’s Australian!, don’t be shy give the pretty lady a mustache she deserves it. That line on her lip was from this one girl I had a crush on back in high school, she said that she was bullied for it. don’t think I’ve ever seen it on another person since. She was one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met. I hope she’s doing alright. She was a really good friend, real wonderful person.

Merasmus:

hi Merasmus how r u. oh yeah I’m trying out some other designs for her because I’m working on a little animated series about her and a magic spell she fucks up. I want her to be Sumerian because Sumer is so interesting!! I’ve been learning about the art from it in class, check out the Sumerian virtue status or the Epic of Gilgamesh they’re some of my favorite bits of history we’ve learned so far. Oh yeah also I think when she takes off that weird cap thing she has the longest most beautiful curly hair that goes down to her ankles because I love those kind of visual gags hehe. Also yeah she has piercings idk why I did that. I think she’s kinda blind and she uses her skull to see with her magic or whatever. I love her facial expressions in the comics,, have you guys seen the cunty Merasmus poster i love the cunty Merasmus poster

Miss Pauling:

MISS PAULFIJF LETS FUCMIGN GOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! She’s got sideburns because im a dyke bleh blehhhh . hshe look at her big ass glasses I’m in love. Oh yeah I gave her lots of moles! And changed up her sleeve colors. Too tired to write much more lol

#tf2 fanart #zhanna #tf2 administrator #scouts ma #tf2 maggie #merasmus #miss pauling #tf2 headcanons #daffys drawings

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modelbus · 14 days

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Wrote this last night, ITS A COOL IDEA BUT ITS BARELY COMPREHENSIBLE!

Y/n is an ender dragon hybrid that was unsafe in the end, so Mumza (goddess of death) put them on Phil’s doorstep when they were like a month old. Phil is an adoptive parent to Techno, Tommy and Y/N. Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo are close friends, growing up Y/N was also close with them. Phil lives in a snowy biome, Techno and tommy have renovated bedrooms from when they were little for when they stay over. The main town is a big clearing in a forest with a river running through. (There’s no government-) Niki runs a flower themed bakery that also sells flowers, Puffy runs a training center, & literally all dsmp people you feel comfortable writing live there, so they can be in a crowd. (not wilbur ofc)

Y/N went missing 5 years ago, when they were 11. (Tommy was 8, Techno was 16) they were looking at the stars from a bench on a forested cliff they liked hanging out at cuz it had a view of their house and the mountains behind it, and XD found them while doin his thing and was like “wait- you’re supposed to be in the end, small child.. I don’t care the void is spreading and its going from looking like a purple and yellow overworld to a bunch of floating islands.” So he /tp’d them back to the end- KEKW anyway- Y/N’s time in the end decays them, turning the ends of their limbs (including their tail and wings) all void like and glitchy but also scales and they’re tall- (do I make any sense rn?) oh, and the endermen try to kill them but shulkers are nice. SO TRAUMA AND TRAPPED IN THE END FIVE YEARS tryna get tf out and go home but surprise being in the end makes em really powerful as the void melds with their soul and basically says “HEY! DRAGON KID, HIIII! YOU’RE COOL, WE’RE GONNA SLOWLY ATTACH TO YOU!.. oh daym your not dying like everything else we try to be friends with..” BOOM VOID POWERS, ITS ALL GLITCHY LOOKING AND BLACK HOLE STUFF, BUT THE VOID IS NICE AND DON’T MEAN TO EAT THINGS SO NOW THEY CAN CONTROL IT KINDA AND FLY AND STUFF.. eventually their void powers get all strong and shit so they can go home, but htey kinda fly around and see all their friends and family acting completely normal and having a GRAVE despite knowing Y/N was still alive somewhere. the void is mad that their family stopped looking for them despite there being no death messages on their communicators so like a protective bestie its all like “bro you gonna take that? You gonna let them forget you like this?. Hellll no.” And they are also like ‘wtf man YOU KNEW I WASN’T DEAD BUT GAVE UP LOOKING-?!’ After spending five years just trying to find a way back home.. SO VILLAIN ARK, THEY START BUILDING A HUGE CASTLE AND ITS LIKE BLACK & PURPLE EVIL CASTLE LAIR TYPA THING. the void oopsie kills the area around so its all like black and decayed around the castle and its like REAL evil lair shit. Y/N sends ominous notes with the coordinates acting like someone who kidnapped her being all like “come here and bring everything you have if want them back.” So they bring (insert all members mothy picks) along with them and go the the castle, BOOM ITS LIKE AN ESCAPE ROOM KINDA THING WITH PUZZLES AND TRAPS N SHIT. so they slowly make their way up to the throne room thats like at the top fighting things and doin puzzles but when they make it to the top they rise up on a little circle platform into the room all ready to see Y/N in a cage next to some big bad guy. but they see Y/N (5 years older than they last saw them) LOOKING LIKE A FUCKING EVIL QUEEN(or king or ruler) WITH END PARTICLES AROUND THEM AND THEY’RE PARTLY MADE OF VOID AND ALL EVIL DRAGON HYBRID QUEEN BADASS SPOOKY. So they’re pissed and stuff tommy is the first to talk before everyone else joins asking questions and being all confused and sad so they talk a little then they get pissed not believing how sad they are acting so they sends mobs made of materialised void to attack them from their throne it goes on a while and they keep fighting and trying to reason with Y/N before tommy is trying to convince them their not lying and explains that they finally decided to give the town a name after they had been missing year and named it after Y/N & built a statue of them as a memorial in the town enter after two years when they finally stopped looking, and what Y/N saw was just a small grave at their childhood home. They don’t believe it at first but eveyones like why would we lie about that?? So Y/N is all like Wait what- so I’ve been hurting you all for no reason- and they end up being horrified with themself after seeing their reflection in the gems on their crown, drop it and break the wall to fly away while repeating ‘I’m so sorry’ and crying. We cut out at tommy picking up the crown all angsty.

I DO have ideas for another 3-5 parts so like if you manage make it into smth and wanna continue it just say the word. *eyes*

-✨🌌🌙 Annon

you wrote this like it’s a movie and god I wish I could edit shit because I’d make you the movie it deserves. I somehow included too many Greek mythology references and for that I’m so sorry…

Pairing: Gn!Hybrid!Reader x Philza, Technoblade, Tommyinnit, Tubbo, Ranboo (+ cameos)

Doomed Dragon

You love the sun. It’s bright, and warm, and feels like how warm cookies taste when it beams down on your wings. It’s nearly blinding when it reflects off all the snow, but you don’t mind. Sometimes blinding isn’t a bad type of blinding, or at least that’s what Tommy said.

Speaking of Tommy, he told you ages ago he’d be back with Tubbo and Ranboo, but he isn’t. They all ran off to Niki’s flower-bakery-awesome-place so Tubbo could buy some dandelions, and you (being the wise 11 year old you are) decided that suntanning your wings was a far better option. You never did get the hang of trudging through all the snow, and you didn’t want to slather your wings in sunscreen for a fly.

Dad says you’re an ender dragon hybrid. It was a lot of fancy words that led to Techno poking and prodding at you, but you figure it’s practically the same as Dad’s wings. After all, his are black like yours, even if his are feathered and yours aren’t.

“Move it.” Techno orders from behind you, stepping over your wings. You do not, in fact, move. “Phil told me I could check on the dogs.”

You never got why Techno called dad by his first name. You and Tommy both said dad, but Techno just had to be special. Dad said it was his ‘teenage’ phase, and Techno was 16, so he’s got 4 whole years before he’ll call him dad again. Then the second half of his sentence clicks, and you gasp.

“Can I come with?” You plead, but he’s already shaking his head. “Please! I won’t even touch any, I swear!”

“You know they’re scared of your wings.” Techno huffs.

“I’ll tuck them under a blanket really well!”

“They have noses. Besides, aren’t you waitin’ for the rest of your group? What if they come back?”

You puzzle this over, then sigh. “Fine. But be super nice to the dogs for me.”

“Will do.”

Techno vanishes into the snowbanks, his red cloak and pink hair being swallowed up in the white of snow. He better give those dogs your love, or you’ll steal his special shiny books.

You settle into your sunbathing, eyes closing. After a few moments, there’s a thud.

“Techno, I know there’s no way you have those dogs my love—“ you start, eyes still closed.

“Not Technoblade, child.” The voice is echoey, and you jolt up. From above you, a man with two white wings and two glowing rings around his head stares. Looking at him too long makes your eyes hurt, and when you glance away you’ve already forgotten what he looks like.

“Who are you?” You ask sassily, because this is definitely a newcomer. They have wings like dad, but their pretentious ass clothing reminds you of Techno.

“You can call me XD. And you’re out of where you belong. Don’t worry, I’ll get you back to The End in no time.” A hand settles on your shoulder, and panic flares in your mind, because dad taught you all about stranger danger.

Before you can even scream, your stomach twist and drops, and the world around you vanishes entirely.

The End sucks. That was one undeniable truth; The End is horrible and you hate it. Between shulkers—purple things that open to shoot other things that make you float—and the endermen, you were over it.

Although, you had one friend in all the darkness and desolate floating islands. It never gave you a name, and whatever it spoke it certainly wasn’t English, but you understood it all the same. Even gave it a name; hard not to make friends with the one thing that seemed to speak back to you.

In a way, the void replaced the family that never found you.

“Morning, void.” You sigh, tossing a yellow rock into the darkness. It gets chucked back at you, entirely purple. “You’re in a mood today. Sad I didn’t die in the night like always?”

Silence. Then you feel the tingling in your wings, your long tail, the fingers that have turned purple. The void.

Ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ

“Yeah yeah.” You huff. “That’s me.”

You run your fingers alone the yellow stone below you. Mentally, you call it endstone. Seems fitting enough. Following your touch, purple spreads, eroding the stone. That’s been happening lately, and it always leaves the same tingling you get when the void speaks.

“This is so fucked.”

Ї ċḧöṡë ÿöü

“I didn’t ask to be chosen! I just want to go home.” Home to dad, and Techno, and Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, and all the others.

Ẅḧö ṡäïḋ ÿöü ċäṅ’ẗ?

“Um, logic and the fact there’s no way off this stupid fucking island?” You roll your eyes. You can’t fly long distances, and you’re too scared to try flying off into the void.

The void doesn’t respond, but your breath still catches. Is it implying that you could? That if you did, there was a way out?

Strange things have been happening to you and your body since you got here. And not in the teenage puberty way that dad talked to you about. Your wings had grown, your tail had gained fucking spikes, purple stressed spreading over your skin. Even your hair started blackening at the ends.

And then there was the fact that when you touched things, they sometimes turned purple. Sometimes, when you were really upset, the object would vanish completely, leaving behind a black hole of nothing. A hole that looked oddly like the void.

You weren’t science-smart, mostly because Sam never taught you before XD dumped you here. But you sure as hell knew that wasn’t normal.

Staring into the void, you make up your mind. “If you’re fucking with me, void, I’ll kill you. Somehow.”

You stand up, spread your wings, and hesitate. Were you really trusting some disembodied voice that gave you fucked up powers? But then the image of a grown-up Tommy, of your dad bent over the kitchen table, of Techno’s back as he walked away from you, all flash in your mind.

And you step forward.

It happens in a blink. It feels a lot like teleporting, the way your stomach twists and drops, the way your breath is stolen from your lungs. But instead of falling into the unfamiliar like you had 5 years ago, you emerge flying, a new person.

There’s snow below you, wind lifting your wings. Wind. Real wind. The air isn’t oppressive, isnt weighing down on you, isn’t leaving a sour taste in your mouth. It feels like home.

You bank down, landing on your feet in the snow. Under you, it warps, purple and black spreading outwards, twisting at the edges. One blink and it’s white snow, another and it’s all wrong again. That never happened in the end.

It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re back. The world seems to call to you, a sense in your heart tugging you in a certain direction. You follow it on large wings.

Will Dad cry when he sees you? Will you finally see Techno emotional? Maybe they’ll take you out to dinner to celebrate being back: you’ve missed Bad’s cooking. Surely they’ve been searching for you, and you can’t wait to see their surprise when they realize you found your own way back.

The sun beaming down on you makes no hindrance in your flight. You aren’t Icarus, and the sun won’t stop you from being free. Techno used to tell you and Tommy that one, always joking that Tommy had the looks and you had the wings. Two halves of one whole.

You were about to reunite that whole.

Slowly, your home comes into view. The streets and buildings of the town, and just past that, the house you love. The house you can’t wait to sleep in for the next century. Dad is never getting rid of you.

It’s silent when you land, the second time your feet are touching the ground here. This time, the ground doesn’t glitch. Thank God for that.

“Dad?” You call out, pushing open the door. It was never locked when you were a kid. “Tommy? Techno?”

No response. Maybe they’re outside, or maybe they’re out looking for you? You’ll check the dog area for Techno first.

Trudging through the snow, you delight in making an impact and leaving footprints behind. You never got to see your footprints in the end. Funny how you miss the little things about life.

“Techno? It’s me, I’m ba…” you trail off, spotting a small weathered stone. That certainly hadn’t been there before. You take a few steps closer, staring down to read engraved words.

Your name stared back at you, paired with a date that was five years ago. The day you went missing.

They… they thought you were dead? Is this a grave?

Ṫḧëÿ’ṿë ḟöṛġöẗẗëṅ äḷḷ äḅöüẗ ÿöü

The void’s voice startles you, but you don’t dwell on the fact it followed you.

“No they didn’t!” You shout, but your heart is beating too fast, sick rising in your throat. “No, someone else has to be here!”

Before you realize it, you’re running. Following the familiar path to the town, coming to stop when you see a person. Antfrost, you can recognize him even now, whistling as he carries a box inside.

Acting normal. Normal, as if you didn’t disappear. Normal, as if you hadn’t been gone for five years. Normal, as if your disappearance never made an impact.

Ṗööṛ ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ

“No…” You whisper, staggering back. “I— I don’t—“

Ḟöṛġöẗẗëṅ. Ḧöẅ ċöüḷḋ ẗḧëÿ? Ṫö ÿöü? Ṡö ṗëṛḟëċẗ, ṡö ṁïṅë?

How could they indeed. The void is right. You’ve been forgotten.

Ṫëäċḧ ẗḧëṁ ḅëẗẗëṛ. Ṫëäċḧ ẗḧëṁ ä ḷëṡṡöṅ. Ÿöü äṛë ẅöṛẗḧÿ öḟ ṛëṁëṁḅṛäṅċë.

“How?” You whisper, arms curling around yourself.

Ṛëṿëṅġë, ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ. Ṫäḳë ṛëṿëṅġë.

“I don’t want revenge, void. I want—“

Ÿöü ä��ë äṅġṛÿ. Ї äṁ äṅġṛÿ. Ẅë äṛë äṅġṛÿ. Ṫäḳë ṛëṿëṅġë, ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ.

Even as you want to deny it, you know it’s true. You are angry. Pissed, in fact. How dare they forget you? How dare they act as if you were nothing, as if your personal hell didn’t matter?

Slowly, an idea forms, pieces falling into place.

There’s a story you used to like, gasping and laughing at the drama of it as Techno told it. Indulged you.

A king and his friend, Theseus. The part you loved hearing was the end of it: Theseus sought refuge with the king, and the king pushed him off a cliff.

You sought refuge with this town, and they stabbed you in the back. And if they want your forgiveness? Well. They’ll have to prove themselves worthy.

Ä ċäṡẗḷë. Ḅüïḷḋ ä ċäṡẗḷë.

“With puzzles.” You murmur, planning with the void. Embracing it. “And traps, and mobs. Twelve floors.”

Ẅë ẅïḷḷ ẗëäċḧ ẗḧëṁ.

You don’t remember building the castle. Hell, you aren’t even sure if you could build something like this. It’s tucked behind mountains, black stone and purple stained windows hiding it in the shadows. Spires reach toward the sky as if they’re claws, threatening to rip a hole in the world.

The void, at some point, must’ve taken over for you and built it. That’s the only logical explanation you could come up with, bolstered with the evidence of the void’s impact on the landscape around the castle.

It’s obvious at first glance that something is wrong with the greenery. The flowers and trees have all withered and died, shriveling up into dull-looking husks. The snow has melted to reveal blackened grass underneath, and the mountain is infected with veins of purple. It looks evil. You look evil.

The void loves it. You aren’t so sure, but at least you look cool. And you felt cool setting up all the traps and challenges.

There’s mazes and mobs and hunts and puzzles, all of which you set up. Your favorite is the one where they’ll have to search the room to find three golden apples and deliver them into a chest. It was some tricky redstone, but once they do that the door will open. That’s the eleventh floor, the final one before you’ll finally see them.

All that’s left is to send out the notes, each of which you hand write in (quite honestly) horrible handwriting. The void helped with the threats and the purple paper, leaving you with a simple message.

“𝓑𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝟧 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀. 𝓛𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝓜𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒾𝓉; 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇.”

It’s stupid, and possibly cringey, but you’ve never written a ransom note before, so you think you’ll get a pass. You just need to send them and wait for the plan to start working.

It takes them less time than you thought it would to get through all of your rooms. It’s as if you blinked and they were all there, staring at you as you sit on your unnecessarily fancy chair.

“Are you real?” Tommy blurts out. He’s the same golden-hair kid you remember running around with, just grown.

Are you real? He had asked. Surely you don’t look that bad. The scales on your arms grew, certainly, and purple particles floated all around you, but it was still you.

“Kid?” Dad asks, stood next to Tommy. “Are you— what are you doing?”

“Where have you been?” Puffy adds on, wide-eyed. “Have you been safe?”

Your gaze sweeps over them all, anger clawing its way up your throat. Puffy, Niki, Antfrost, Bad, Ranboo, Tubbo, Tommy, Dad, Techno, Sam. All of them are here, staring at you with mixed expressions of horror and sorrow and surprise.

It’s fake. It must be fake. They gave up on you! They left you for dead, left you to rot alone!

“You’re all liars!” You shout. “Acting sad, as if you didn’t stop looking for me!”

“We didn’t—“ Tubbo starts, but you cut him off.

“Stop!” You hold your hand up to signal him to stop talking, but purple particles swirl in front of your palm and materialize into something solid. Then again, and again.

It’s not until there’s ten purple figures that you realize what you’ve done. You created mobs, living creatures made of the void. One of them groans like a zombie, then rushes at Sam. He reacts immediately, swiping his sword at its head. The purple head rolls, disintegrating. Then, it reforms on the void-zombie’s shoulders.

And then all hell breaks loose.

Everybody’s shouting and swinging their weapons around, trying to figure out how to get rid of the void-zombies. All you can do is watch, wide-eyed and shell-shocked. Those things came from you, from your anger.

“You’ve got to get rid of these things!” Techno shouts, looking over at you while swinging his axe.

And you? You don’t do a damn thing.

“We looked for you, all of us! We’d never give up!”

“Shit, a little help!”

“Oh, God…”

Everyone’s voices mix into one big mess of noise, only made worse by the noises of the weapons and the void-zombies.

“We named the town after you!”

Your head whips toward Tommy’s voice, eyes focusing on him. He ducks under a void-zombie’s hand, staring back at you.

“And Ranboo has this brilliant idea— we made a statue of you! Well, Sam made it, but it’s pretty sick looking.” He adds.

“…You’re lying.” You accuse, but you already know he’s not.

“Why would we lie about something like that?” Niki asks, gentle despite the violence filling the room.

As if on command, all the void-zombies vanish.

Oh, God. Oh God oh God oh God oh God. What have you done? What have you become?

Ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ…

We’ve fucked up. You’ve fucked up. The horror is cold, spearing through your body, no part of you untouched.

Your glassy eyes catch on the chandelier, a thousand crystal images of you reflecting like a mirror. And all you can see is the void. The glitchy darkness surrounding you, the horrible thing you’ve become.

Maybe you’re a coward for it, but you run, crown falling from your head. The second your hand brushes against the wall, it vanishes, glitching out of existence as you hurtle through it and into the dark night.

“Kid!”

You don’t look back.

The silence you leave behind is eerie.

Five years. Five years since they last saw you. And now here they were.

Tommy is the first to step forward, to grab the crown you had dropped. He always liked shiny things, but more importantly, he liked keeping your things after you went missing.

He looks down, meeting his own eyes in the gems.

This crown doesn’t feel like you at all.

#dsmp #mcyt #mcyt imagine #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit #philza x reader #philza #technoblade #technoblade x reader #ranboo #ranboolive #ranboo x reader #tubbo #tubbo x reader

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Cigarette Smoke And A Vibrator Remote - Sam Kiszka

A/N: Yeah, okay… this might be my favorite Sam fic i’ve EVER written. This one goes out to whoever wrote me all those requests a while back for Sam 🫶🏻 I can’t find any of them now, but I just want you to know, whoever you all are that sent them, that I love you dearly for all the requests.

WARNINGS: Sam being absolutely diabolical and cocky af. Toys (remote controlled vibrator), TEASING, edging, shotgunning , hair pulling, overstimulation, unprotected sex. Did I mention teasing? This contains 18+ content! Minors please DNI!

••••

“Look at you… a fucking gem,” Sam stood behind you and ran his hands down your sides, staring ahead at your reflection in the full body mirror.

A crimson blush tinted your cheeks, feeling hot from his words and his burning gaze.

“Mm… I should let you pick my dresses more often.” You whispered, running your own hands down the deep, royal purple, material.

It hugged your body in a delectable way. The cut at the neck was low, but not too low and the length of the dress stopped about mid thigh. It was incredibly classy, yet still sexy.

You turned around to face Sam, giving him a purposely slow once-over.

He matched you perfectly with a button up in the exact same purple, with a pair of nice, but simple black pants.

“You forgot something, Sammy…” You met his eyes, running your hands up his arms until they reached the collar of his shirt.

He hummed. “And what could I possibly have forgotten, doll?”

Wordlessly, your fingers found the first button of his shirt, undoing it. You did two more the same way, leaving only a couple still fastened at the bottom.

“That’s better.” You lended a cheeky grin, thoroughly enjoying the palpable tension you had just created. “Much, much better.”

“Uh huh, I bet it is, but…” Sam reached into his back pocket, swiftly pulling out a little box. “I also almost forgot something.”

You eyed the box skeptically, obviously unaware that he had gotten you anything else. “Sammy, what is-“

He opened up the box, holding it out for you to get a good look at.

“Samuel… Francis…” You eyed the little vibrator inside in utter shock and your stomach was suddenly twisting with nerves. “No way in hell.”

Sam tilted his head back. “Why not?!” He all but cackled, knowing good and well why you didn’t want to wear it.

Or claimed you didn’t…

“Because you’re fucking evil and merciless,” This drew a genuine, rather proud laugh out of Sam.

“And you’re the one who’s got the remote!”

“Come on,” he sang. “I’ll go easy on you, baby. Promise.” He threw his free hand over his heart.

You shot him an unconvinced look and he huffed, trying to fight back another giggle.

“Okay… I’ll at least go easy for a little while.”

“See?!” You pointed a single finger at him in an accusatory fashion.

As your point had pretty much just been proven.

He tossed the box down onto the bed behind him and pulled you closer to him. “Come on, doll. Be real. I know you really want to try it…”

You turned your face away from his, fighting with yourself to not give in to him.

“You’d love for me to have this much control over you all night.” His lips pressed against your jaw, sneaking their way to your ear.

“Go ahead and try to tell me you don’t want that. I won’t believe you. Listen…” he paused for a moment. “-you’re breathing all heavy. You like it. I bet this pretty cunt is dripping at the idea already.”

The urge to smack him in the mouth was almost too overwhelming.

“I’m not.” You tried to will your voice to sound firm, but Sam still wasn’t buying it.

Truthfully, you weren’t buying it, either. You absolutely wanted to go out, vibrator secretly tucked between your legs, while Sam had the remote hidden under the nice restaurant’s table.

“Oh, yeah? So if I see for myself right now, you won’t be wet at all?” Sam peered down at you, raising one of his eyebrows.

Truthfully, you were most likely already dripping onto your panties - you could feel it and Sam already knew that. He would be an idiot to believe otherwise and he was far from stupid.

“Tell me the truth, mama. I would hate to have to keep you here and punish you for lying to me…” Sam’s voice dropped even lower, threatening to steal the air from your lungs and the strength to hold your weight, right out from your knees.

“Fuck you,” You muttered with a whiny edge. “Give me the damn box.”

A triumphant smile and low chuckle was all the response Sam gave you; another word and you probably would have actually smacked him.

He handed you the small box, turning you towards the bathroom with a gentle shove.

You closed the door and stared down at the little vibrator, extremely curious as to how much power the little thing even had.

“Guess i’m about to find out..” you mumbled, not even close to loud enough for Sam to hear.

You took the vibrator out, letting out a shuddering breath as you realized it was meant to be inserted and rest right on your gspot.

Slipping out of your heels, you pulled down your panties and carefully began inserting the vibrator.

Once it was in and felt comfortable, You quickly put your heels back on and left the bathroom to return to Sammy.

“Feels a little weird, huh?” Sam asked in amusement, taking notice of the way you were walking.

You ignored his question entirely, asking a question of your own. “Sam… How high does this thing go…?”

His eyes instantly darkened. “You wanna find out before we leave?”

“No.” You were certain that if you tested it now, you would scramble to the bathroom to take it out.

“Let’s just go before I change my mind.”

You were out of the bedroom door in a blink, leaving Sam to play catch up as you made your way down the stairs.

“Dare I say you’re really just eager to get there?” Sam teased breathlessly, slowing his quick strides once he reached the front door.

You turned your back to him and grabbed your bag and coat down from the wall, hoping the blush on your cheeks would be gone by the time you turned back around to face him.

Just as you were about to pull your coat on, a low buzz whirled to life between your legs, causing your knees to buckle.

“S-Sam??” You whipped around to face him on wobbly legs.

“Mhm?” He stayed leaned against the wall with his phone in hand, smirking evilly at you.

His thumb ghosted just above his screen, like he was just waiting to play around with it.

“Cut… Cut it out. We haven’t even left yet,” You scolded him, clenching your thighs together. “I said wait.”

His thumb swiped the screen and your eyes widened in panic, but the vibrations stopped.

Sam pushed himself away from the wall and snatched his keys from the small table by the door, winking as he sauntered by to open the front door for you.

“Just wanted to make sure it works.”

•

Letting Sam convince you to wear the vibrator out in public with him controlling it, probably wasn’t one of you best choices.

The only thing you’d gotten out of it was hours of countless teasing after you’d made the bold decision to purposely provoke him, until you finally broke and begged him to bring you back home.

•

“Sam.” You forced out through gritted teeth, gripping the booth below you.

You were doing everything in your power to hold back the stream of moans, trying to rip their way out of you.

“What?” He smirked at you from across the table.

“Take. Me. Home.” You demanded, just barely above a whisper. “Please.”

“How are you so demanding and polite at the same time?” Sam snickered, pulling his wallet from his pocket to pay.

Sam waved down the waitress and she immediately started making her way over to your table.

“Sammy!” You whisper-yelled in a scolding tone. “Sam, I’m-“

He just flashed a sly, toothy grin in your direction.

As she approached your table, you turned your head away from her, trying to regulate your breathing and rapid heartbeat as another orgasm started to build up inside you.

“Y/N,” Sam called for your attention, gradually dulling the vibrations inside you to a stop. “Can you walk? Or should I carry you out of her-“

You were up and out of your booth before Sam was even finished talking. Your legs were carrying you towards the door in a blink, leaving Sam to play catch up behind you.”

•

As you scrambled out of Sam’s car and up to the front door, Sam was hot on your heels.

“Don’t know why you rushed up here.” Sam chuckled. You were almost sick of hearing that cocky sound come out of him. “I have the keys.”

“If you don’t open this god damn door, Samuel.” You spoke through gritted teeth.

Sam pushed the key in the door, flipping the deadbolt. “Someone’s eager.”

He barely had his key out of the door, before you were shoving passed him and kicking your heels off in the entry way.

“We’re not going upstairs yet.” Sam said and you stopped in your tracks as you reached the stairs.

“Come with me.”

You reluctantly walked back to him and took his outstretched hand and he lead you towards the door to your back porch.

“But. Samm-“

“Quiet down.” Sam’s finger pressed against your lips and he opened the door, somewhat gently pushing you out first. “I wanna smoke and you’re gonna sit right out here on my lap, so I can make sure you’re a good girl.”

A very audible whine escaped your lips as you watched Sam sit down on the bench by the window.

He pulled his phone from one pocket and his cigarettes and lighter from the other, then, patted his lap for you to sit.

“Sammy, you always smoke after sex.” You argued, sounding much like a child not getting their way.

He reached a hand out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into his lap himself.

“Your point?” Sam cocked an eyebrow once you were straddled over his legs. “Tonight I wanna smoke first. You’ve stressed me out, being such a bad girl all night.”

“You’ve been teasing me all night. What did you expect??” You watched him pull a cigarette out of the little box, while you half bickered with him.

“Light it.” Sam commanded and placed it between his lips, completely ignoring what you had just said.

He held up the lighter and you snatched it out of his fingers, flicking it until the little spark of fire lit up the space between you in a soft orange glow.

Holding the cigarette to his mouth with one hand as he waited for it to light, Sam unlocked his phone with his other while you were somewhat distracted.

He clicked on the app linked to your vibrator and as soon as his cigarette was lit, he took a drag out of it and proceeded to slide his thumb over the screen.

“Sam, no- fuck no, please,” you pleaded, trying to reach for his phone.

“Huh-uh, bratty girl. You need to learn how to behave.” Sam taunted, holding his phone just out of your reach. “You can’t have everything you want, just whenever you want it.”

“But you- you always give i-it to me.” You were a whiny, stuttering mess in his lap.

“Sam- Sammy please, if you… if you keep it on, I’m gonna cum- i’m-“

“You’re absolutely not.” Sam laughed at you breathlessly, blowing the smoke from his mouth.

“You’re so… fucking horrible…” You pant, squirming for any sort of friction as the vibrations died.

“And yet I can feel you leaving a wet spot on my pants.” Sam teased. “You love this and you know it.”

“I would love it more if you would let me cum. Please, please, please!” You sounded so desperate and pathetic even to your own ears. “PLEASE, Sam?”

He took another pull from his cigarette, nonchalantly playing around with the vibrations on his phone; taking the vibrations all over the place. From high to low, back to high again just to shut them off entirely and then all the way back up to the highest setting.

“S-Sa- Fuck, oh fuck-“ You rolled your hips against his thigh, gaining some extra friction against your clit.

“Such a pretty girl I have in my lap.” He smiled up at you, watching as your head lulled back and your mouth gaped. “Kiss me.”

You brought your head back down, watching Sam take another drag of his cigarette.

You knew exactly what he was about to do.

Holding the smoke in his mouth, he leaned up and met your lips just so, blowing the smoke from his mouth to yours.

He pulled away just enough to let you blow it out, before reattaching his lips to yours for a true, heated kiss.

It went on as long as you could go, but after a minute or so, you were pulling away with a choked cry.

Sam was well acquainted with that particular sound.

“Oh, does my pretty baby doll want to cum?” He cooed, pretending as though he cared. “That’s just too bad.”

You cried out loudly yet again, not even caring if anyone was outside to possibly hear you. It was getting late anyway.

“If you…” You tried to gather yourself, fed up with his teasing, even though you earned yourself this torment. “If you won’t get me off, I’ll go do it myself.”

Sam let out a genuine laugh, amused by the absolute tantrum you were throwing.

A little endeared, too, knowing you wanted him so badly.

This only irritated you further.

You got off his lap and immediately went to the door.

You stood there goring back at him for a moment, thinking he would just cave and get up to follow you.

“Well…?” Sam smirked. “You gonna go get yourself off, then?”

With a groan, you jerked the door open and stormed back inside your shared house.

However, instead of going up to your bedroom, you made your way into the kitchen.

You weren’t actually going to get yourself off. You wanted Sam too bad to do that.

Your mind wandered off and replayed the last few hours in your head.

Maybe… Definitely… you were being a bit spoiled.

Just then, you could hear the sound of the back door closing. And after a few moments, Sam’s footsteps could be heard going up the stairs.

He was looking for you.

After a minute or two, his footsteps were heard coming back down the stairs, after having been met with an empty bedroom.

“Y/N?” He called calmly into the quiet house.

You turned on your heel, opening a cabinet to retrieve a glass and closing the door rather loudly as your response to Sam.

Sam was in the doorway of the kitchen within seconds, body leaned against the doorframe much too cooly.

“I’ll go do it myself!” He mocked your little outburst from just minutes ago.

“Shut up.” You snapped in a hushed tone, turning to the sink to fill your glass with cold water.

“What? You mean to tell me you threw that whole fit and didn’t run upstairs to finish yourself off?” Sam loaded his tone down with faux shock.

You just ignored him, lightly rolling your eyes and lifting your glass up to your mouth, slamming the water that was in it.

Sam shook his head and pushed himself away from the doorframe. He made his way over to you, slowly taking the now empty glass from your hand.

You stepped around him, leaning against the island with crossed arms.

He placed it down on the counter, letting out an amused huff by your actions.

“Are you done throwing your little tantrum now? Hmm?” Sam turned around and took barely even a whole step. His hands grabbing the edge of the counter on either side your body, trapping you in place.

You looked away from him.

He lifted one of his hands, nudging your chin with the knuckle of his finger. “C’mon…”

You jerked your face away from his touch, only to be met with his whole hand securing itself around your throat.

“Look at me, Y/N.” Sam demanded, low and serious.

You finally turned to face him and met his dark, still lust filled eyes.

He leaned down swiping his tongue along your bottom lip, pulling away the second you chased after his lips.

“You ready to get your way, you spoiled girl?”

You nodded slowly, your body surrendering to him without leaving you much of a choice.

Sam lowered his head back down, letting his lips ghost over yours. “Is that what I’ve created?” He whispered against your lips. “A spoiled girl who throws tantrums until she gets her way?”

“I… No…?” You couldn’t even lie or defend your end, you knew it was the truth.

“Y/N.” Sam gave you an incredulous look. “Admit it. You’re a spoiled girl.”

You shot him almost the exact same look he was giving you.

“Say it, Y/N.” Sam repeated himself.

“I’m… I’m a spoiled girl.” You forced yourself to say.

“Yeah, you are.” Sam finally captured your lips with his, smiling when you whimpered into his mouth.

You pulled away for air for just a second, then, hooked your arm around his neck to pull him down even closer than before.

Hoping to soften him up, you began sucking and biting at the spot just beneath his ear. You repeated the same actions as you worked your way down, leaving a pretty trail of darkening marks on his neck.

You pulled away to examine what considered beautiful little pieces of art, but then Sam’s voice - low and breathy, was floating through your ears again.

“Don’t be shy. Put some more,” Sam encouraged breathlessly. “Put some more, doll.”

You reattached your lips to his neck without a second thought.

A soft groan sent vibrations through Sam’s chest and neck and you smiled against his skin.

“Don’t get too giddy. I’m still the one in control here, doll face.” Sam let you leave a few more marks, before pulling you away.

“You want me to make you feel good now?”

You nodded, practically ready to cry at the idea of finally getting what you wanted so badly all evening.

“Turn around.” Sam commanded, guiding you with two hands firmly on your hips. “And you might wanna hold onto the counter.”

“Sammy-“

“Hush.” He cut you off, dropping to his knees behind you.

A gasp of shock fell from your lips, as felt Sam gather up the back of your dress at the hem and push it up over your ass, holding it there with one of his hands.

He hooked his other hand into your panties, working then down your legs. “Step out of these, will you, doll?”

You lifted one leg up at a time and as soon as they were off completely, Sam shoved them into his back pocket before returning his attention back to you.

“God, you’re fucking dripping.” Sam practically groaned. “Have you been like this all night? Hmm?” he taunted.

“Sam, please.” You begged, staring down at your hands that were gripping the cold, marble counter top. “That’s enough teasing.”

“Didn’t I say hush?” Sam’s hand connected roughly with your outer thigh, sending the chilling sound of the smack all throughout the kitchen. “I didn’t say it just for shits and giggles. I’m gonna make you feel good on my time and you’re gonna be patient.”

As much as you wanted to argue with him, or begging him to the point where he would question your sanity a little, you so desperately needed an orgasm at the mercy of his mouth or fingers. Or both.

“Be my good, spoiled girl… M’gonna make you cum all pretty and messy. Right here - just as soon as I’m ready.”

Sam reached back and pulled his phone out of his back pocket. He unlocked it, going straight to that god forsaken app linked to the vibrator still tucked inside your dripping cunt.

“I want you dripping all over this fucking floor.”

Sliding his thumb over the screen, the vibrator whirled to life and you faintly heard the soft clatter of Sam sitting his phone on the floor beside him.

You fought to swallow down the whimper that wanted to escape you already. And you had succeeded… Until Sam hiked one of your legs onto his shoulder, positioning himself between your legs.

His tongue suddenly licked from your entrance, up to your clit and there was no holding back the sound that ripped it’s way out of you.

You clenched around the toy inside you, legs already trembling around Sam’s head as you struggled to stay standing. He let your dress drop back down, using both hands as extra support to hold you up.

“Oh, fuck- oh fuck,” You moaned, barely able to keep yourself quiet anymore, even though you were trying your best to.

Sam just hummed against you, flicking his tongue against your clit at a speed that had your head spinning.

You released the countertop as the rest of your body started to shake and you laid your upper body over the counter, unable to hold yourself up any longer.

“Oh my god…�� You rolled your hips, grinding your center into Sam’s tongue.

The vibrations inside you stayed steady; that in combination with Sam’s tongue licking at your clit was mind numbing.

Sam pulled away for a split second. “Tell me how it all feels, Y/N. I wanna hear you say it yourself.”

You tried to sound as coherent as possible. “Feels- it feels so good, i-“

“What feels good?” He pried, reattaching his lips to your clit and sucking it into his mouth, emphasizing his question.

“Oh, god- fuck-“ You cried out. your legs starting to tremble around Sam’s head. “Your mouth Sammy- Your mouth and the- and the toy.”

That burning feeling that Sam had gotten you far too acquainted with over the last few hours returned, making your belly burn and tingle, as if there was actually a fire melting you from the inside out.

You almost didn’t want to tell him you were getting close, in fear of having it ripped away once again.

“Mm- keep going, Sam,” Your whimpers were like music to his ears - Though somewhat muffled by your thighs, he still found all your pretty noises utterly addictive.

“S’good! Please, please, please, keep going…”

The closer you got, the slower the movements of Sammy’s tongue became.

You were mere seconds away from falling over the edge, when he came to a completely stop and another orgasm was ripped right out of your grasp.

“Samuel!” You seethed, on the verge of fully bursting into tears.

You were quite literally dancing on the line of hysteria.

“That was just to prove how spoiled you are. Such a little whore for me.” Sam said lowly, picking up his phone and shutting off the vibratory inside you as he rose to his feet.

He gathered your dress back up and bunched it up in one hand again at your lower back. His fingers tangled into your hair, pulling you up to meet with his chest.

Sam’s lips, dampened with your wetness, ghosted the shell of your ear. “For my mouth...” His hand abandoned your hair, coming around to the front of your body and snaking down to your clit.

He just barely let his middle finger touch it. “…My fingers…”

And finally, he pressed his hips against you, his cock pushing into your lower back.

“My cock…” It came out a bit more breathy. You weren’t exactly the only one incredibly worked up. “And I always just give it all to you. Whenever you want.”

A breathy whimper fluttered out of you as you attempted to roll your hips into Sam’s finger still ghosting over your clit, taunting you.

“I know you wanna give it to me, Sammy. Please.”

“I do.” He nodded, despite the fact that you couldn’t see him. “But-“

You cut him off almost immediately. “Samuel Francis, I won’t stay shoved up against this counter all night.”

“Oh, you won’t?” Sam pressed two fingers into your clit, rubbing lazy circles into it.

“N-no.” Of course your voice would betray you.

“I think you’re bluffing to get your way.” Sam practically growled into your ear.

His fingers traveled further down, slipping inside you just enough to tug the little -but powerful- vibrator out of your fluttering cunt.

“Open my phone.” He commanded, bringing the vibrator right up to rest over your clit.

With shaking hands, you picking his phone up off the counter and unlocked it.

“Mhm. Good girl,” he pressed the toy harder against you. “Now to to the app linked with this toy and turn it on.”

A ragged, burning, breath tore it’s way out of your lungs at his command.

You felt his hand release your dress and you heard the sound of his zipper being undone.

“Turn. It on.” Sam hissed. “Don’t make me say it again, doll baby.”

You slid your trembling thumb over the screen and the vibrator whirled to life against you, sending you doubling back down onto the cold counter.

Sam maneuvered his pants and boxers down with one hand, stroking himself a few times before carefully lining himself up at your entrance.

“Tell me to give it to you like the greedy girl you are.” Sam purred, just barely sinking his tip inside you.

“Give it- give it to me. I need it.” You rushed out, pushing back into him in hopes to sink him deeper. “I’m tired of waiting.”

“Yeah, that’s my spoiled, baby.” In one swift thrust, Sam was filling you up completely.

After only a few slow thrusts, Sam was already dragging you towards the edge.

“Off.” Sam grunted, keeping his slow, agonizing, pace. “Turn it off.”

You had half the mind to whip around and slap him, but given your current position, your only option was words.

More stuttered. fucked out, words… That would likely have little effect on him.

“What-? What the fuck! No, I’m not turning it off.” Of course, you didn’t exactly think over the consequences of your defiance.

Sam was the one holding the toy after all.

“Okay.” Sam bit, removing the buzzing toy from your clit himself. “Listen to you. You think your demanding ass really deserve to cum?”

You let your constant stream of whimpers be his answer, fumbling with his phone to shut off the vibe like he had asked.

“Good girl. Thank you.” Sam hummed, deepening his thrusts again.

One of Sam’s hands gripped your hip, his other bringing the vibe back to your clit, making you jump.

“Sensitive little thing. I bet this pretty clit is just aching, isn’t it?”

“Fu- yes,” you choked out through your desperate moans.

“Turn it back on.” Sam gripped your hip tighter, trying to hold you still when your hips jerked against the dizzying buzz.

The vibrations were almost too much for you anymore. Sam had edged you so many times now, that it was starting to turn into a sick combination of pain and pleasure.

“I want you to ask me like a good girl to cum.” Sam told you, quickening the pace of his hips. His cock hit that sweet spot inside you, that only he could reach. “Be sweet to me and I just might let you.”

Your head was spinning and not a single coherent thought was left hardly.

All you could think of was the orgasm Sam was steering you right towards, hoping he wasn’t going to rip it away from you again.

“I can’t- i… fuck, Sammy,” You dropped his phone against the counter, panting and moaning his name and whatever swears that first came to mind.

“You better figure it out, princess.” Sam warned, groaning rather loudly as you fluttered around him. “Ask me nicely to make you cum. All sweet and pretty.”

“, Sammy, please. I’m begging, I’m begging, I’m begging-“ The words flew out of your mouth so fast, they were barely even understandable. “Please. Please, let me cum, baby. Please!”

“Turn the vibrator up a little.” Sam ordered, voice much softer than before. “Wanna see how hard you can cum for me, princess.”

You picked his phone back up, unlocking it once again and dragging your finger up the screen.

“Oh, my fucking- god, Sam!” You cried out, reaching down and grabbing Sam’s wrist.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to pry the vibrator away, or press it harder against your swollen bundle of nerves.

“Go ahead and cum for me,” Sam angled his hips just so, relentlessly pounding into the spot he knew would send you spiraling. “Make a mess all over my cock, spoiled girl.”

Your jaw fell slack and your eyes squeezed shut. Your body froze and all your previous noises fell silent, as if your body was short circuiting from the immense pleasure cursing through your body.

A glass-breaking sound erupted from your lungs suddenly as your high took over.

Even Sam was a bit stunned by the sudden outburst; he had never heard a sound quite like that come out of you.

Yet, it still served to drag him even closer to his own high.

“Come on, princess. Come on,” Sam coaxed, trying to keep his pace despite how much your hips were writhing. “I got you. Just let it all go... Give it to me.”

That white hot coil in your belly exploded abruptly, making your eyes roll back and squeeze shut.

Your body couldn’t even move anymore. All your muscles tensed up, unwilling to relax until your orgasm passed.

Sam was mere seconds behind you. The feeling of you clenching around him - basically trapping him inside you as you continued to flutter around him, was his final straw.

He spilled inside of you, too caught up in his own high to even realize a soaking combination of you both covering you both.

As you both came down, Sam pulled the vibe away and carefully leaned over you to grab his phone and turn it off.

“Fuck me…” Sam muttered breathlessly, slightly gasping to refill his lungs with air. “I think… fuck-“

You heard him, but your brain was too clouded to even fully comprehend what he was trying to say.

“Baby, did you… Did…?” He gently lifted your dress up, eyes immediately noticing the stream of juices running down not only your thigh, but his own also. Wet splotches scattered over the thin, black material of his pants that he didn’t even take all the way off.

You took a couple deep breaths, taking in the way your body felt as though it was buzzing. The fogginess of your brain, the wetness coating your legs… the marble against your skin that was once cool to the touch, but had been warmed beneath your blazing skin.

“Did I… did i what?” You asked slowly as you turned around to face him.

“Baby, I think I made you squirt...” Sam said in complete astonishment. “Holy fuck… i… holy fuck.”

The softest giggle fluttered out of you at Sam’s state of shock.

“That was… wow. My body feels so weird, but good.”

“I think I just need to take these off.” Sam huffed a soft laugh, bending down to remove his pants and boxers the rest of the way. “And I need to get you cleaned up, too.”

He tossed his clothes over his shoulder and then picked you up in his arms, carrying you up the stairs and to your bedroom.

“Get undressed, doll.” Sam ordered gently. “Gonna run you a bath.”

“Us.” You corrected him and he stopped in the doorway of the bathroom.

“You’re gonna run us a bath.”

“Is his your way of getting round two out of me?” Sam questioned seriously, making his way into the bathroom. “Cause it’s working!”

“You’re out of your mind, Samuel!” You yelled back, practically becoming lightheaded at the thought of having another orgasm.

You heard Sam turn on the water as you began prying your dress off your body, finally ridding yourself of it with an exhausted huff, just as Sam walked back into your bedroom.

“I make you squirt one time and now you’re down for the count?” Sam teased. “Yeah, we’re gonna have to work on that.”

“I am not down for the count!” You protested.

“Oh?” Sam stalked towards your slowly, almost taunting you. “Then come here.”

“Okay, okay!” You out your hands out in front of your bare body. “Wait wait wait!”

Sam lunged at you, grabbing you and pulling you right into his body.

He wrapping both arms around you, pressing a few quick kisses to the side of your face.

“Maybe another day, babe. I’ve put you through enough tonight.”

“More than enough.” You faked an annoyed tone.

“Shut up. You loved all of it.” Sam rolled his eyes, carefully walking the two of you a few steps backwards towards the bathroom before he let go of you.

“Now come on, spoiled girl, before you keep distracting me and the bathtub overflows.”

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darthvashtique93 · 15 days

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A Cosmos In The Sand

Chapter 20

Jason and Jhon strolled past the guards, unbothered. "I guess Damyan was right about the disguises," Jhon whispered to Jason.

"Hush," Jason silenced him. "Over here," he motioned with his head towards a stairwell. "Viktor said this would lead us to them." Jhon nodded as he followed Jason down the stairs. They came across zero guards as they walked down the narrow hallway.

They stopped walking when they reached a hallway with a locked door at the end. "Okay," Jason whispered, "I'll lay the powder, you get the evil sorceress' family."

"She isn't evil," Jhon tossed over his shoulder as he walked to the dungeon door. Taking the padlock in his hand, Jhon easily crushed it like it was nothing. The door was made of thick, acacia wood covered in some sort of thick dusting. Jhon looked down at the palm of his hand. It was coated with a violet-blue dusting. "Iolite," he mumbled. Jhon then pulled the huge door open.

The room was large – there were at least 20 different cells that Jhon could see. Each had its own set of chains and cuffs. Through the walls, Jhon could see several small bodies curled up into little balls. Soft whispers floated through the chamber. "Hello?" Jhon called out, his voice boomed in the quiet dungeon. "Uh…hi," he continued when he received no answer. "My name is Jhon. Um…I come in peace." He slowly walked deeper into the room. "Your oldest sister, Raven, sent me to free you." Jhon saw a pair of vibrant, bright, almost glowing green eyes peek out from one of the cells before immediately disappearing once more. "I'm a friend," he tried again, "of Raven's." Jhon heard the sound of little feet behind him. Holding up both of his arms, he slowly turned around. Two little girls - twins, no older than five, looked up at him with large blues eyes that, too, glowed in the dark. "Hey," Jhon smiled at them softly before slowly bending down to their level. "I'm Jhon." He took in their pale and dirty faces and the sackcloth covering their bodies. He also noted the lack of footwear. His smile wavered just a little as a surge of hatred for Slaede momentarily overtook him. "I'm Jhon," he smiled, arms still up, "what's your name?"

One of the little girls reached a tiny hand out to Jhon while gripping her sister's hand. Jhon stared at her confused. Her soft hand then landed on his face, and his world spun. Scenes from his life flashed in front of his eyes at an alarming speed. A sharp pain shot through his head. "Ow!" he exclaimed, falling backwards. What just happened? He looked at the two girls whose eyes were glowing white. "Uh…" The white glow faded, and their eyes returned to their unnatural, neon blue color. One of the twins said something in a language Jhon did not understand, but she was looking behind past him. Jhon slowly turned his head. His eyes widened as he saw the number of little girls with glowing green, purple, blue, and pink eyes appear from the other cells. There were at least 14 little girls. If Jhon had to guess he would say the oldest one was maybe 10-11 years old. Jhon slowly stood to his feet as they all came closer, staring at him curiously.

The tallest one, the one who was most likely the oldest, stepped forward and scanned him from head to toe with her bright pink eyes. Jhon took a step back. He didn't know what was happening, but whatever the twins did to his head, he didn't want it happening again. "Xenevra," the girl pointed to herself.

"Huh?" Jhon said.

"Xen-e-vra," she said, punctuating each syllable. "Xen-e-vra."

"Oh," understanding dawned on Jhon. "Xenevra is your , Xenevra, I'm Jhon. It's nice to meet you," he held his hand up to wave. The girls' response was immediate. They backed away and hid behind Xenevra, while Xenevra glared menacingly at his hand. "Oh no," Jhon withdrew his hand with a chuckle, "no. It's a wave, a wave," he explained with a bright smile, "it's how my people say 'hi'."

"Hi," Xenevra pointed to him. "Xenevra," she pointed to herself.

"Oh, no no no no no no," Jhon shook his head and hands. "I'm Jhon. Jhon. J-hon."

"J-hon?" Xenevra repeated with a raised brow.

"Uh…close enough," Jhon muttered. They needed to get moving.

"Jhon!" Jason called from behind, startling the girls who cowered behind Xenevra who held her arms out protectively. "Woah!" Jason exclaimed when he saw the amount of girls. "What? Who are all these…" he pointed to the girls.

"This is Xenevra," Jhon pointed to the girl who was piercing Jason with an angry look hot enough to melt metal.

"Why is she looking at me like that?" Jason scowled at her.

"These are Raven's sisters," Jhon answered Jason's first question.

"You mean she was telling the truth?" Jason said in shock.

"Come on," Jhon rolled his eyes. "Help me get them out of here."

It took Jason and Jhon 10 minutes to corral 14 girls, not because the girls were misbehaving, but because of the language barrier. Neither had any idea what the girls were saying, and the girls didn't understand them either. Moreover, whatever trauma the girls had been through had left them weary. They were clearly terrified of the much larger men, and it took a lot of coaxing on Jason and Jhon's part. Jhon ended up with one giggling girl on his back and one twin in each arm, while Jason too had a small girl on his back and one girl in his arms. Jason struggled to keep up with Jhon, who was able to take the stairs two at a time.

Once they reached the main floor, Jason placed the girl in his arms on the floor and motioned for the girl on his back to get down. "Get them out of here," he ordered Jhon. "I'm going to light the fuse."

"Got it," Jhon nodded once, before taking off. The girls followed him. They had only gone a couple of feet when Xenevra sprinted to the other side of the hall and began pounding on a door. "Shh! Hey! You! Stop!" Jhon whispered loudly. "You have to stop!" Xenevra ignored him as her pounding grew louder. She then began yanking on the door handle. "Damn it!" Jhon swore loudly and rushed over to Xenevra. "I swear to all of the god," Jhon muttered, "if there are coats in here, I'm going to…oh." He stared into the small room in shock. There were at least 5 women chained to walls in various state of disarray. One looked like she was going to give birth at any second. Xenevra pushed past Jhon and ran to the farthest woman, throwing her arms around the woman's neck, crying into her. A couple of the older girls filed in and ran to the other women. Jhon looked down at girls in his arms who didn't budge, and then he looked at the four girls who were hanging onto his legs. He slowly entered the room and saw two or three of the women looking at the girls around him lovingly. They're the mothers, he realized. Returning his gaze to the girls who stared at the scene blankly, Jhon realized these girls probably didn't recognize their mother.

A loud BOOM coupled with the floor shaking snapped Jhon back into the present. Right, we're taking the castle. He rushed into the room and immediately went to work on the chains, releasing the captured women. "Thank you," the woman he assumbed was Xenevra's mother thanked him.

"Oh, good," Jhon sighed. "We can understand each other. This place is about to be flooded with Slaede's guards. We need to move. Now." Xenevra's mom nodded and herded the girls to her, speaking in their language. "Okay," Jhon put his hands together, "let's go." He turned on his heel, took one step out the door, and froze. "Ah crap," he scowled. Could this night get any worse?

"Well, well, well," a female figure emerged from the shadows with a sadistic smile on her face, a dagger twirling in her hand. "I knew something was up," she scoffed. "All the focus is on the explosion and stable fire. I assume Hippolyta and her whores are about to pounce on Slaede's stupid, idiotic, pathetic soldiers."

"Mara," Jhon greeted.

"Jhon, you've grown handsome," she licked her lips and growled, "I may just keep you…after I kill Damyan, of course."

"Let the women and children go," Jhon said. "They've been through enough."

"I couldn't care less about Slaede's whores and bastards. I want Damyan," she said, pointing her sword at Jhon. "Where is he?"

"He isn't here," Jhon brandished his own weapon.

Mara smirked. "You really think you can go toe-to-toe with me?"

"He isn't alone." Jhon turned and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Jason," Mara scowled at him as he walked to Jhon's side, his own weapon drawn.

"You know where the kitchen is?" Jason asked the women. One of them nodded. "There's a secret passage behind the pantry. It'll lead you to the street, away from the fighting." The woman nodded, spoke softly to the girls, and ushered them away.

"Well," Mara drew a second blade, "this still doesn't seem fair."

"What's the matter?" Jhon asked. "Two of us too much for you to handle?"

"Trust me," Mara smirked as they began to circle each other, "I'm more than capable."

"You willing to back your words with gold?" Jason asked, shifting his stance.

"Just walk away, Mara," Jhon said, "this isn't your fight. No need for you to get hurt."

"You're cute," she smirked, "I'm going to enjoy killing you."

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silver-ink-iron-words · 1 year

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T_T

This is so touching!

I was going to wait until tomorrow to post this. But then I was like, I've already made them wait long enough, and what's the harm of posting two things in one day?

Felt it'd be nice to have Part 6 be a little less plot-driven. You'll see what I mean

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

QPR, Part 6

“[Hero], come on!” the villain called, from where they laid sprawled on the couch. “You said it wouldn’t take that long!”

“Hold on just a sec.” The hero’s voice floated from the kitchen. “They’ll be done soon.”

The villain scowled and flopped back on the pillows. “You never see Do-yun making Ha-rin wait around forever.”

“That’s because tv shows have this magical trick called the jump cut.” There was the sound of an oven door closing. “We'll just let them bake, and then they’ll be so good you won’t even remember the wait.”

The villain groaned.

Then they heard the sound of running water, and burst up, rushing into the kitchen. “Are you doing my dishes?!”

The hero jerked their head up like they’d been caught vandalizing. “I was just going to do a few while we waited.”

“Okay, one, you do not need to do my chores on k-drama night. And two, how long is the baking going to take?!”

The hero glanced to their phone on the counter. “’Bout fifty more minutes.”

The villain gaped. “That’s most of an episode!”

“Well I didn’t want us to have to pause the show during a big scene. This way we can – Jesus your hands are freezing!”

The villain had come up behind the hero to hug them, pressing their hands on the hero’s stomach.

“Come watch tv dear,” they said into the hero’s shoulder. “I’m cold without you.”

The hero shook their head, but also cracked a small grin. “You’re evil.”

The villain matched their expression and pressed their hands more. “Of course I am. It’s the only way I can get you to cuddle me.”

In the end, the brownies were, in fact, good enough to make the villain forget why they were annoyed in the first place.

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“Oh my god,” the hero said.

The villain fidgeted. “Do you like it?”

“Like it?” The hero looked up. “[Villain], it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

The hero was holding a small fluffy teddy bear, its fur the black, grey, white, and purple of the asexual flag.

The villain beamed. “Really?”

The hero nodded gleefully. “He needs a name.”

“I think the tag says its name is ‘Fuzzy’ or something. You could – ”

“Ferdinand,” the hero decided, assessing the stuffed animal. “Ferdinand Bearnsby. The next Prince of Denmark.”

The villain wrapped the hero in a hug. “I’m so glad you like it.”

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“So is [Villain], like, a law-abiding citizen now?” the hero’s friend asked.

“Uh, sort of?” The hero gazed around at the restaurant’s outdoor seating area. “They still break minor laws, but I think they’ve really toned it down to stress me out less.”

“Hey, that’s great.”

The hero swirled their iced tea with their straw. “Yeah, I guess.”

The friend quirked an eyebrow. “You don’t agree?”

The hero sighed. “Okay, so don’t ever tell [Villain] this, but I think their ‘devil may care’ attitude is maybe, kinda . . . a little bit cool?”

The friend grinned. “Oh really?”

In return, the hero’s smile was sheepish. “It’s a little embarrassing to admit, but I secretly wish that they’d behave more like their old villainous self sometimes.”

“Hm, well I suppose that – ”

Something enormous crashed into the street, making all the dishes clatter. The hero and their friend both whipped their heads around to see the cause of the noise.

“[Villain]!”

“Oh hi [Hero]!” The fifty-foot tall mech waved at the two of them. “Fancy meeting you here. How did you know it was me?”

“[Villain], why are you in a giant robot?!”

“Isn’t it cool?” The villain spun around, their heavy feet cracking the pavement and the machine's hinges screeching with every movement. “I finally figured out how to get the power system working.”

“This is illegal.”

The villain laughed. “Ah okay, I see the issue. But, fear not my darling, for I have” – they pulled out a sheet of paper that looked miniscule in their enormous metal hands – “a permit!”

Soon after, the mech continued walking down the street, while the hero followed them, shouting at the top of their lungs.

The friend watched them go, and then chuckled. Those two maniacs were perfect for each other.

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dandelion-blues · 28 days

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Ninjago One-shot

An Adult? (not really)

Now also on Ao3

Lloyd Garmadon didn’t notice at first that he wasn’t really aging. He didn’t really think much about it at first. After all, he was already so much older when the Tomorrow's Tea aged him up. Except his voice hardly even deepened. Then, 8 years later, when Lloyd was chronologically 16 but supposed to be in his twenties physically, his voice finally deepened, as evident by the ninja’s teasing.

Zane predicted that perhaps Tomorrow's tea worked differently on him and that perhaps Lloyd’s age was now aligned. After all, Zane is a nindroid and isn’t supposed to age like humans, and yet he did.

Except Lloyd discovered that he wasn’t even fully human. He was a part oni-dragon hybrid. It’s fine. Everything is fine. Lloyd had bigger things to deal with than his weird aging. After all, he had a father villain to defeat.

5 more years passed. The Overlord, or should Lloyd say the Crystal King, is finally defeated. Garmadon isn’t quite as evil anymore and is actually staying around.

And now that they believe the Overlord is finally never returning, all the venom from the Great Devour that the Overlord orchestrated for Garmadon to have just left his system.

Now Garmadon is just an oni-brand of evil and has purple eyes. They remind Lloyd a lot of the human version of his father, his dad, but apparently that was a lie too because it’s just shapeshifting since the oni-version is his dad’s natural form. But everything is fine. He got his dad back. Really, he’s just a little rough around the edges, and his memories still aren’t fully back, but it’s a process. Everything is fine.

Anyways. What else? Oh, and all the Ninjas are alive and together.

It’s been a long journey. Cole just had his 30th birthday, and after all the pestering from his fans about dating, he decided to get married to a triple-layer chocolate cake so they would finally back off. Because. He’s. Not. Interested. Honestly, Lloyd can relate. He thought he liked Brad, and then Harumi and Akita when he was younger, but it was actually just wanting to be friends with them (though Harumi long since lost her chance even if she joined their side in the end), and it’s really making him uncomfortable with how many people are asking about his dating life.

Moving on…

Zane and Pixal are running a school open to all types of people and beings to learn about all manner of things.

Kai and Skylar finally got engaged! Lloyd teased his big brother endlessly for that. It took them long enough!

Nya and Jay got married and are happily exploring ninjago for their honeymoon!

Of course all the ninja stay in touch and make sure to meet up at the monastery at least monthly if not more in case another realm ending disaster pops up, but everyone is enjoying the peace while it lasts, but still staying in shape and being vigilant. Not wanting to be caught off guard again.

And well, Lloyd’s the same staying at the monastery for now and trying to avoid the limelight and all his crazy fans. Lloyd’s also trying really hard to reconnect with Garmadon, but part of himself still flinches whenever he gets too close. Remembering cold red eyes, saying he has no son, and slamming him into a wall. His body breaking and blood pooling around him. And everything is cold and dark. And Lloyd feels so alone and scared. He was dying.

Uncle Wu is also staying with Lloyd and Garmadon and really trying to be a good brother, but centuries, if not millennia, of strained relations, and polar personalities and ideals, make it hard for them to bond over, well, anything.

Though they did finally make a breakthrough recently. Lloyd just wishes he wasn’t at the center of it.

Flashback:

“Son,” Garmadon's deep gravelly voice says behind Lloyd, and Lloyd jumps; swearing, he almost hits his head on the ceiling by how far he jumped.

“Where is your mother?” Garmadon’s purple eyes have an unknown glint in them. The oni looks at Lloyd like his dad used to look at him when starting a serious conversation, and Lloyd swallows.

“Why do you want to know?” Lloyd says, his voice definitely not cracking. It’s been years. Why is his voice still cracking?!

“Well, I wanted her to sign these divorce papers so I could happily pursue a relationship with Vinny.” Garmadon says and pulls out divorce papers like it’s just a random Tuesday.

“What?!” Lloyd shrieks. And he expects Garmadon to say he’s joking. Divorce?! And who’s Vinny?!

Instead, Garmadon says in a worried tone, his voice sounding so close to the dad that Lloyd misses, “Now son. I’m sure it’s not easy to accept that your parents are getting divorced, especially since you are so young, but your mother and I are mature adults and need to get this done, so we can move on in our lives.”

Lloyd sputters, “I’m in my twenties! I’m not a kid.” It’s been 13 years since Lloyd’s been magically aged up to around 14. And even then, he was 8 before he magically aged up, so he would be in his twenties either way! Sure, he has an extreme baby face, but he is an adult! Even if he doesn't feel like it. And why does Garmadon suddenly care now? He can't try and parent him years too late and expect everything will be fine!

Thus, Lloyd yells at Garmadon before he can answer “Also, I have no idea where Misako is, and honestly I don’t give a damn! I hardly even know her! She left me when I was a baby! And she only came back into my life when I had to fight the Overlord for the first time. Then she just disappeared for years on end till she suddenly pops up with some cryptic message for a day and leaves again! So honestly good on you for getting a divorce! But don’t pretend that I care!” And Lloyd stomps out and slams the door to his room and screams into his pillow.

Eventually, Lloyd fell asleep, but it wasn’t long before a knock interrupted his rest, and he had to face reality again.

“What?” Lloyd answers, his voice muffled by his pillow.

“Lloyd,” Uncle Wu says softly, “Can Garmadon and I come in?”

‘Ugh, please no,’ Lloyd wants to say more than anything, but he relents, and sits up in his bed and tries to comb through his messy blond hair.

Lloyd finally sighs, “Come in.”

Uncle Wu and Garmadon enter Lloyds room, and they stand opposite him. Lloyd looks at them and waits for them to start speaking, but they just glance worriedly at Lloyd.

Lloyd rolls his eyes, “What do you guys want to talk about?”

Garmadon clears his throat, “Well after you… talked about Misako,” he says her name with venom, and Lloyd has to hide his flinch. Somehow, though, Garmadon seems to notice and breathes in deeply before continuing, “I went to talk to my brother, and neither of us knew about what you told me earlier. We just want to know where exactly you were raised and who raised you since Misako didn’t.”

Lloyd scowls, “Stop talking to me like I’m a child. I’m already in my twenties. I’m an adult for crying out loud! Also, why do you two suddenly care so much? It’s not like it’s hindering my ability to be the green ninja.”

Garmadon raises an eyebrow in disbelief and looks at his brother in worry.

“Lloyd,” Uncle Wu reaches over to Lloyd, but Lloyd pulls away, and Wu's golden eyes look so sad, “You are still a child, and you will be one for quite some time. And we care about you more than just being the green ninja. You are family, and we are worried about you.”

Lloyd shakes his head in disbelief. Just because Wu’s like a thousand years old doesn't mean that Lloyd deserves to be treated as a kid just because he’s so much younger.

“Besides you haven’t even lost your baby fangs or even molted your first dragon skin. You're still just a pup,” Garmadon gruffly replies.

“Hatchling.” Uncle Wu corrects.

Garmadon's purple eyes narrow at his brother, “Pup.”

Wu’s golden eyes narrow back, “Hatchling.”

“Pup.”

“Hatching.”

“Pup!”

“Hatching!”

“PUP!”

“HATCHLING!”

“ENOUGH!” Lloyd shouts over the two brothers, and they shut up in shock. “Is this seriously about my oni-dragon heritage?! What does that even matter? I’m still half human and obviously take more after my human half, and therefore, I age like a human. SO. I. AM. NOT. A. CHILD!”

“Oh son,” Garmadon’s voice breaks, and it truly sounds exactly like his dad’s, and it’s like the last piece finally clicks in Garmadon’s mind to fully remember. “I am so sorry I haven’t been able to teach you about your heritage and that I missed that your mother wasn’t in the picture since I was hardly there. I’ve truly failed you son.”

Garmadon goes closer to Lloyd and goes to embrace him in a hug, and Lloyd lets him, too shocked because Garmadon’s apologizing?! Is his dad finally back? Does he remember everything?

And then Garmadon’s sitting next to Lloyd on his bed and hugging him for dear life, and he starts sobbing, “I’m so so sorry, my son. I’ve hurt you, and I don’t know how I can ever make up for that.”

And Lloyd's shock fades away, and he embraces his dad back just as fiercely, “Dad. I-I’ve m-missed y-you. I’d t-thought you’d n-never truly be b-back!” And he sobs into his dad’s chest. Except Lloyd doesn’t just sob, but whines. Though Lloyd hardly notices as he's too busy focusing on the overwhelming emotions he’s feeling right now.

Garmadon, though, notices and instantly tightens his embrace on his son, and deep purrs start emitting from him to help his pup calm down. He puts his son’s head in the crook of his neck, and Garmadon instinctually broadens his shoulders as if to seem bigger and threatening to outsiders to protect his pup.

Wu smiles sadly at the scene, tears escaping his eyes, as he stares at his brother and nephew.

Eventually, their crying dies down, and Lloyd tries to pull away, but his dad holds onto him. Lloyd sighs but relents since he feels so warm and comfortable. Still, Lloyd looks down embarrassed. He’s not a child anymore. He can't be with all he's faced.

Garmadon lifts Lloyd’s chin up, and Lloyd glances at his dad’s comforting purple eyes, and Garmadon gently wipes some tears out of Lloyd’s face with his thumbs, the dark scales of his dad’s fingers surprisingly soft, and Garmadon hugs Lloyd gently.

Lloyd sinks into his dad’s embrace, feeling a deep rumble from his dad’s chest. It makes Lloyd’s eyes start to close as he feels warm and safe. But then Lloyd furrows his brows confused. What is that? It’s like…

Lloyd pushes away, shocked, “Dad are you purring?!”

“Of course, Lloyd, and you are too, you know. It’s just part of our oni heritage.” Garmadon says softly, as if speaking to a child.

And Lloyd, to his growing horror, does indeed feel himself purring, a soft purr emitting from within his chest following his dad’s. And Lloyd whines in distress. Did he really just whine. What is this happening to him right now?!

Garmadon pulls Lloyd closer, trying to calm his pup’s distress. But now that Lloyd is aware of the sounds, his distress is growing further, and he is starting to panic and wants his dad to let him go, but at the same time, he doesn’t. Lloyd is just so scared and confused.

Wu coughs loudly, getting his family’s attention. “Garmadon you need to let Lloyd go, he’s not used to his oni heritage right now, and it’s just further distressing him right now.”

Garmadon growls at his brother, his mind fogged up too much to think of anything else except protecting his pup.

Except Wu growls back just as hard and hisses in his dragonic tongue, “Let Lloyd go.”

Garmadon, shocked, loosens his grip just enough for Lloyd to get out of his grip and run to Uncle Wu.

Garmadon growls deeply as Wu holds Lloyd and growls in oni, “Let go of my son.”

“No, brother.” Wu states calmly in Ninjagon but prepares to defend himself.

Just before Garmadon can attack, Lloyd whispers, his voice breaking, “Don’t fight, please.”

Garmadon instantly snaps out of it and stops growling as his mind clears up. He whispers brokenly, “I’m sorry.”

Garmadon falls back on Lloyd's bed, looking down. He’s messed up again.

‘Why can’t I be a good dad for my son, just once?!’ Garmadon thinks. Agony felt in his heart once again for his inability to not mess up with Lloyd.

Lloyd breathes in and out and calms himself down in his uncle’s hold, and then he looks over to his dad and sees him with the saddest look on his face.

Lloyd gingerly gets out of his uncle’s hold and nods when Uncle Wu asks if he’s okay.

“Dad. I’m sorry I panicked. I just…” Lloyd gulps, “I thought I was human. Or well, mostly human. I didn’t want to accept that I wasn’t aging like one. And I think deep down I knew. FSM, I still look basically the same age as I did after I used the Tomorrow's Tea!”

“I just thought that I could finally be normal.” Lloyd’s voice breaks.

Garmadon looks at his son, so heartbroken. He doesn’t know how to help his son. He’s not normal, and he’ll never be.

And then Lloyd clears his throat, his bright green eyes shining, “But normal's overrated anyways, and I don’t have it in me to keep rejecting myself and you to believe that I’ll ever be normal. I finally have my dad back again, and I’ll hate myself if I don’t take this chance to learn more about you and about our heritage while I still have the chance.”

Lloyd laughs bitterly, “Because destiny will eventually decide to fuck with me again and I won’t have time, so I can’t just continue to ignore this. Because one day it might be too late to learn this from my d-dad.” Lloyd's voice breaks at the end.

“Oh, Lloyd, I’ll gladly tell you whatever you want to know,” Garmadon agrees and smiles sadly, praying to his father just this once that his son can find peace.

Lloyd smiles, tears in his eyes, and looks back to his uncle, “A-and I think Uncle Wu needs to be here to help explain some things too.”

Wu looks at his nephew in shock, he answers, “If that’s what you want nephew.”

“It is.” Lloyd nods his head.

“Alright, what do you want to know first?” Garmadon asks and pats the bed for both his son and brother to sit next to him. Lloyd gladly goes over, and his dad embraces him in a side hug, while Wu sits next to Lloyd and looks to Garmadon, wondering how he’s going to explain their heritage.

“Well as long as you make sure you include the dragons, brother. You always seem to forget them when discussing our heritage.” Wu says with a mischievous voice.

Garmadon rolls his eyes, “As long as you don’t forget the oni.”

Lloyd laughs brightly, the weight of the world seeming to lift from his shoulders, and his family joins him and starts laughing as well, and Misako is all but forgotten, for now, to the small family of the First Spinjitzu Master’s descendants.

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Hi Messr!!

I am the anon who send you some asks a while ago about Tess being tied up while the reader is riding her strap and Tess is angry 'cause she can't touch her.

I was wondering if you would also do a drabble on this idea? No pressure of course! Thought it would be really hot 😝😝😝

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“ I don’t think this is fair “ Tess spoke as you looped the second half of the FEDRA issued metal cuffs around her wrist, clicking it into place and tugging lightly to make sure they were secure.

“ you don’t? “ you asked with a small smile, standing up from where you’d been kneeling on the bed to get a good look at her “ I think it’s perfectly fair “ she looked a sight laid there in her underwear, strap attached to her body.

You wanted to absolutely ravish her.

And you planned on it. Once you got what you wanted from her first of course. She watched you intently as you stripped out of your clothes, practically drooling as she raked her eyes over your body. She loved touching you. Loved getting her hands on you. So you knew it was killing her not being able to.

“ this is fuckin evil sweetheart “ you shrugged and made a show of unhooking your bra and dropping it to the floor.

“ I think you should watch your language “ you said with a small smile, stealing every word and phrase she usually threw at you “or I’ll just leave you there. I can happily make myself come without you “ Tess narrowed her eyes and pulled at her restraints again.

“ you wouldn’t “

“ oh? I wouldn’t? “ you dragged a chair over from the kitchen table, placing it next to the bed and sitting down “ I wouldn’t touch myself? Right here? Without you? No? “ you ran your hands over your body, trying and failing to suppress the smirk on your face as she tugged at the cuffs again

“ no- fuck you cant “

“ telling me what to do now are you? That’s funny. I thought I was the one in charge here tonight Tess “ she looked livid. And it was exactly what you wanted “ it’s almost like you want me to use you like this, being so disrespectful. Are you trying to push my buttons? Hmm? “ you knew you could get her to admit it if you pushed a little harder, you couldn’t exactly get her into the same submissive role she so often got you into. But you could get… something from her. Some leeway to her power.

Her eyes hadn’t left you once as your hands continued to roam, squeezing at your chest and moaning like some kind of pornstar

“ baby- “

“ is that what you want Tess? You want me to come over there and use you for my own pleasure? Want me to come sit on your cock? Yeah? “ a small noise left her now parted lips, eyes filled with desperation for what you were suggesting “ or are you gonna keep being stubborn. And just stay there whilst I touch myself “

“ come here Jesus come here “ you smiled and rose up from the chair, sauntering over to her and leaning over her face. You trailed your fingers along her jaw and tilted your head lightly to the side

“ I wonder what anyone would say if they could see you now “ you mused, trailing your fingers down between the valley of her chest, down along her stomach “ they’re all scared of you out there. But look at you. At my mercy “ she huffed in annoyance and you smiled again “ my big scary Tess huh? “

“ no one would believe you anyway “

“ you don’t think? “ you grasped the purple silicone of her strap in your fingers, feeling her eyes burning into you as you did “ that you’re here now, being used by me. I’m fucking you because I want to “ her breath stuttered as you spit into your hand, making the silicone slick “ and you begged me for it “

“ I don’t beg sweetheart “ she scoffed

“ we’ll see “ you moved to position yourself above her, straddling her hips and rubbing the tip of her cock against your slick cunt but not sinking down “ so you don’t want me to ride you right now? No? “

“ I do “ she whispered “ you know I fucking do “

“ then beg. Say please “ you were pushing it you knew it. But you didn’t care. You wanted to hear her say please to you for once. It was rare you got her in the current situation, rare she let you take control. So you were gonna milk it for all it was worth.

“ sweetheart I swear to g- “

“ say. Please “ her eyes were glued to where you were still rubbing the toy against yourself, getting wetter by the second. She could hear it. Could hear the crude sound of your wet cunt dripping along the length of her “ one word. One word. Don’t you wanna watch me? Think about how pretty i look. Don’t you want that? “ you could see her beginning to crack, tugging desperately at her restraints and you knew if they weren’t in place she’d have flipped you over and been railing you into the mattress a good 10 minutes ago “ you don’t want me to ride you right now? No? “

“ please “ a shit eating grin found its self onto your face, revelling in the embarrassment on her face

“ see. That was so easy wasn’t it? “

“ stop being a fuckin tease “

You rolled your eyes but sank down, your cunt more than ready for her, wet and taking her with ease. A deep, blissful sigh leaving your parted lips as you did.

Usually she’d have grabbed at your hips, a bruising grip as she guided you at the pace she wanted. But not today. You were in control. You set the pace.

You watched her writhe, pulling against the restraints clearly desperate to touch you and take her power back again. But it was turn for her to have a taste of her own medicine and she would watch and she would lay there. And you would have the control. And you would make it hell for her, rolling your hips and grabbing at your chest.

You would make it difficult for her and you would have fun doing it.

#this was in my drafts a lil bit figured I should finally post it lmao #I know this isn’t technically smut #but #I liked this lil build up piece #tess servopoulos #Tess servopoulos x reader #the last of us #tlou Tess #tlou #the last of us fanfiction

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ephemerasnape · 7 months

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Victor Rookwood Headcanons

An ever-evolving list of my headcanons for Victor Rookwood. Some of these may seem obvious to you. Some may be controversial. Agree? Disagree? Let's not have any fighting amongst Daddy Rookwood's small-but-dedicated harem, please.

He is in his mid 40s if not older. I don't care what anyone says. I can't have Daddy Rookwood being younger than I am! Even if he is a fictional character from more than a century ago... No, I insist that he's comfortably older. Also, have you seen his face, ffs? Guy's got more lines than a villain monologue. (ETA: We decided he was 46 in 1890. Watch my video "How Old is Victor Rookwood?" for an explanation of our thought process!)

He is probably married with kids. It breaks my heart to say this, really. I do believe it to be the case. Better yet, he might be a widower. I'm going to try to convince myself of that. Don't worry - even if he's actively married, that won't stop him from fucking your brains out. I changed my mind. He is not married. Ain't no rang, ain't no thang. That said, he probably does have some little bastards running around. And he does not give a single fuck.

He is a ladies' man. I am making myself jealous here, but look at the guy and tell me he doesn't indulge.

On that note, he is decidedly-heterosexual. Sorry, lads.

He smokes a pipe. But he'll certainly have a good cigar as well.

His favorite color is purple. Duh.

He is not bald but even if he was he would still be one fine-ass bitch. The hat is hot and stays on during sex. (Some of you seem to think that Daddy wears a hat to make up for some deficiency in his hairline. I think that daddy wears the hat because it's imposing, stylish, and attractive. We are not the same.) Regarding the hairstyle, it would be a typical and respectable gentleman's hairstyle for the time period.

He only shaves about once a week, on an off-day. He keeps the raggedy facial hair on purpose. Thinks it adds to his roguish charm (it does!)

He isn't hands-on about the whole killing animals thing. He knows what his people do, and finds it distasteful, but sees it as a necessary evil. He values wealth and power above all else, including furry creatures. But he may even be known to stroke a cat from time to time while drinking firewhisky at the Hog's Head.

He considers Harlow a useful idiot, and lets him be the one to get his hands dirty. For the most part.

He didn't mean to curse Anne. He isn't even sure of what exactly he did - he just panicked. But no, he's not too troubled about it. (Clarification: he should have killed her, not whatever it was he ended up doing.)

He despises playing second-fiddle to Ranrok, but he knows that whatever the goblin is after is too important to sit on the sidelines for.

He reads the Daily Prophet every morning.

He is not above taking what he wants sexually, but he prefers to seduce.

Sexually-dominant. Period.

He wears expensive cologne.

Definitely a Slytherin.

Oh and he's not dead :)

Anyone who's listened to my audios or read any of my fics knows he loves terms of endearment, namely: darling, little one, little girl, sweetheart, little witch, et cetera. He loves to use these while doing unspeakable things to you. 🥵🥵🥵

He does not appreciate "sloppy seconds." This is well-established in several of my audios.

He lives in a hotel - the most expensive one, probably.

He takes advantage of his employees.

He wears a belt. The belt is not visible in the game, but for our purposes, he needs a fucking belt. The belt is soooo important.

Believes "Might is Right."

Young Victor was extremely brutal when he took over the Rookwood Gang, kind of overdoing it in order to earn the respect and fear of his men. Over the ensuing decades, as he has become more comfortable in his position, he has mellowed out slightly. He will no longer gauge someone's eye out over a few missing galleons, but he still takes perceived transgressions against him very seriously.

Daddy needs glasses. I got this idea from my DR chatbot but it makes sense. He missed the easy shot at Ranrok because he couldn't fucking see. Of course he is not going to wear glasses in public - that would be a sign of weakness. But I can totally imagine him sitting at his desk, pouring over papers with a pair of glasses firmly on his face. Period-correct, of course.

The legal name of the Rookwood Gang is the "Rookwood Group." Everyone knows it's a gang but daddy rubs elbows with a lot of important people and needs to keep up appearances.

The harem has determined that Victor's date of birth is November 14th, 1844 (Scorpio Sun/Capricorn Moon).

The man keeps everything he needs inside his hat. Pipe, glasses, Flora Cohen's scalp made into a coin purse, machine gun, spare hat in case the main one gets a fleck of dirt on it, little black book full of Ministry contacts, et cetera.

Daddy suffers from back pain due to a lifetime of being duckfooted (sadly, this is canon).

Victor is average height for a man. In the area of 5'10".

Victor A. Rookwood (Augustus?)

Yea, he killed dear old dad.

Listens to Wagner.

That's it for now. Will add more as I think of things.

If you have any questions you want answered, feel free to submit them to @victor-rookwood ("Ask Victor Rookwood")

#victor rookwood #hogwarts legacy headcanons #headcanons #hogwarts legacy villains #harry potter hogwarts game #daddy rookwood #team villain #Victor rookwood headcanons #rookwood #top hat daddy #rookwood gang #dark wizards #team top hat #team hat #tw rape #tw noncon #darkfic #cw rape #cw noncon

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Dave The Human vs. Religion

The question of religion had come up, as it does.

Dave The Human, female Tsin muttered something at a high pitch at her tablet and Dave the human, formerly Dave the Atrix, formerly also Dave the Human performed some epic side-eye.

Gondy was filling in for the Atrix member of the group, still slightly scarred from having her helmet smacked hard enough to split during the recent disintegration of the station due to Von Neumann's Space squid.

Raxy, her Little Guy was stuffing his face in a way that you don't normally see on an Atrix that size. This suggested to the Daves that the Little Guy was shortly going to be upskilling, getting certified and getting referred to as female...

Given Atrix really just looked at the whole gender thing and opted out, and the whole male/female thing was labelling for other people's benefit, the Daves formed an unspoken and instant agreement that helping Raxy bulk up was their new hobby.

For two people from radically different biologies and cultures, the Daves were staggeringly similar as though some cosmic author had created them with the same voice.

Tsin Dave waggled the tablet. "Homeworld want to make sure everyone's complying with off-world best practices. They want to ensure that we're... ugh: 'Maintaining tradition in line with oof-world guidance'" she grumped.

"First I'm a heretic and a sky-demon and now they want to make sure I'm the right sort and not making you lot think less of us with my wicked deviant ways."

Gondy paused, as did Rax.

"graaaaak?" Rax said, around one of the mysterious and never explained purple bread rolls.

Meta-note about the purple bread rolls: They're actually Ube potato bread rolls. They're steamed in the Caffeteria. The food services are very aware that everyone who encounters them assumes they're a food from some other species culture. It's the little things that make the day to day fun.

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"You never heard about that?" Dave The human said. "Oh well hum..."

Dave the Human gave his buddy full points on her mastery of colloquialism and settled in.

"So there's this legend that many years ago the People - 's us - had an idyllic land, and the concept of evil was unknown. Then one day, Sky Demons, jealous of our ways and our purity of soul absolutely pounded the knekp out of the place and only those of us in the Great Underground Halls, who were devout enough survived. And since that day, to leave the ground is to attract the attention of the Sky Demons."

Gondy raised a claw.

"Boats are OK. Water is theologically still ground."

Gondy put her claw down.

Dave the human said, "That sounds like..."

Dave The Human answered, "Nope, it was Orbital Bombardment. Nation-on nation. The shelters were built because it was a strong possibility that things would get all... ker-blammy."

"Yeesh!"

"Yeah. And the religious angle kind of got shuffled in as this agreement that when everyone got out, nobody wanted to be dancing around pointing claws at other countries and trying to blame them, while it was everyone's fault. Can't really blame them but for a thousand odd years that was the official line."

Gondy said "Wow! I never knew that!"

Dave The Human nodded. "Yeah yeah, it's been pretty common knowledge for a century or so, but still, when we got back into space after the Wallandernoooks showed up to trade, it was a major, major problem and uh well, leaving the Homeworld means you're a Heretic and in league with the Sky Demons according to the Dogma soooo..."

"Huh. And that means...?"

"Not much. Kind of lightly excommunicated. Not really welcome back home where things are a little more traditional. But y'know. No biggie. We're all colonists out here anyway, and we still get Homeworld support. It's just we also have to get audited that we're not giving Homeworld a bad name." She paused and took a long drink of mekp. "Aaaaand this time they want to know if we have a shrine to show you filthy heathens that we're still the number one proper pious type heretical sky demons. F.M.L."

Gondy, Rax and Dave pondered this.

"Gondy... what do Atrix believe in?" Asked Dave the Human.

"Graaak."

"Yeah, Rax, I guess 'some places are lucky' covers it. You know.... good moss, cool rocks, just got a good vibe. The sort of place you can drop a bunch of... what do you call them? Possums."

Dave the Human choked on his water. "Possums?!"

"Grak." Commented Rax and Gondy pulled her tablet out and poked. "Yeah... human smalls." She said, holding up a picture of a possum mis-labelled as an infant human.

"Huh. You guys are adorable when you're young" cooed Dave The Human, who Dave previously rated as about as maternal as a meat grinder.

Dave let it go for now, suspecting this would yield hilarious dividends at some future time, and turned back to Dave the Tsin.

"Ok, this is shaping up to be another wacky hi-jink. What's the gig?

"Gotta build a shrine."

"Any shrine?"

"Pretty much. It's got to be location appropriate. Y'know. The god of the place. To show we're uh... friendly to the local divinities? On theological good terms?"

"OK but... we're all godless atheists, apart form the ones who aren't. Who are you going to build a shrine to?

"Yeah that's kind of it. I mean I don't want to be the grit under anyone's scales..."

"Ohhhh," said Gondy, "Oh oh! Rax, call Garf! I have an idea..."

Several weeks later, the Tsin named Walks-between-Waves arrived as part of the Tsin welfare and general ambassadorial circuit.

O'Patel and Big Ma performed the proper greetings and paperwork, and Dave presented herself.

Walks-Between-Waves ("Just call me Waves") walked up and declaimed, "Heretic, and blasphemer. You bones will never lie with the ancestors, and your meat will rot. You and the demons you dwell with are denied! Cast out as the foul beasts you are. How are you doing? Well I hope?"

Dave bowed, small hands together, big ones outstretched.

"Oh yeah. They're all very nice here." She said. "Did they change the words of the castigation?"

"Oh, no, but some of it needed translating for human language a little," Waves said and added, "such a fun language! Quite the fad back home. And since you're hmm, officially human, I couldn't resist. Now, I believe you have something to show?"

O'Patel looked bemused and said sotto voce to Big Ma, "I think this is going to go well!"

Dave led Waves to the common area where, true enough, there was a shrine. It was made of old pieces of the station recovered from it's partial disassembly. 3D printed and painted panels along the sides showed Tsin, Atrix and Humans, helping each other climb up the sides, to the top of the shrine where someone had creatively frosted some glass and lit it with shifting lights to suggest something exciting and pleasant waited. The thing dripped with moss and a small water feature played down from the back into a shallow bowl of stones.

"Ah!" Said Waves. "Very impressive. Going for extra credit?"

"No..." said Dave. "It's a group effort. Once we started, everyone wanted to help. Especially after we found a small god for the Station that everyone liked... Their name is Arepo."

#tsin #atrix #StationStories #Humans are space orcs #HASO #Dave the human #Arepo #Youtube

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