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brawlstars-dragon-au · 5 months

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Sketch dump time! A whole bunch of requests from the crazy ex-bird app

In Order: Maisie, Pam, Colette, Buster, Chester, Chuster ❤️🧡 (and a teeny Gus), Leon and Sandy (Leondy 💚💜), Bull, El Primo, and Mandy!

Extra notes about each sketch:

Maisie:

Her breath attack is a condensed foam material, similar to that of a fire extinguisher. Using a gas similar to a pressurized CO² (based on gas-based fire extinguishers!), she shoots it out at high speeds. These hits can potentially cause frostbite and even severe damage to the body if left unattended. She's quite powerful in this AU due to this ability 👀👀 being able to put out the fires and overpower another dragon's breath? Now THAT'S some queen moves right there! She can also simply spray out the foam substance at short range without that pressurized gas. This helps with more close range fire fighting work.

Her right wing and front leg were undeveloped, a disability she'd had since she hatched. However! With the help of mechanics, she uses these prosthetics to help her fly. Still gotta test out how to draw it to make sense, as well as sort out how it stays in place. I've been using inspiration from Toothless (HTTYD) and his tail that Hiccup made.

Pam:

Pam is a bulkier dragon, very much on the larger side of all of them. I'm at odds with myself to figure out whether ot not she'll have wings 🤔 so I had two copies there! Perhaps her wings may be a bit smaller if I do give her them.

Pam spits out molten magma that's stored up inside her as an attack. However, it can also be chunks of scrap metal that she stores up. Otherwise, it's just magma.

Though I didn't draw this, I want Pam to be very resilient to fire in general, as her species/family of dragon use their ability to spew this magma (technically Lava after ut leaves her body? I'll do more research on this...) in order to craft and shape metal. While other dragons need to spend some time to build up a fire hot enough, the Junker family line is able to do this much more easily. (Amber is a close second, though)

Her skin has the ability to crack and seep up lava out of it, potentially coating her body in this to give herself a temporary lava shield, something extremely hard to break through. (In the future, little Jessie may also be able to do this... however, Pam doesn't think she's ready at the moment and avoids the topic or any ideas of teaching her how.)

Colette:

Colette flies in a sort of funny way, twirling around and flapping her wings to maintain somewhat of a chaotic flight pattern. Think of a snake slithering through the sky, but with large wings and the grace of... a teenage dragon (not much, but it does work).

When she gets better at flying...pray and hope she isn't able to catch up to her favourite brawlers cause she isn't ever gonna let go of them 💀 It makes for a great attack, actually! Charging at enemies and coiling around them like a snake to prevent movement, like a big hug ❤️ she just loves everyone SO much 😍

Buster:

Finally kinda set on a design for this funky guy! He's a larger dragon (smaller than El Primo or Frank, but still definitely up there in size)

His wings never quite grew fully, so he wouldn't be able to fly 😔 however, that'll never stop him and his dreams of being a cool movie star 🧡🧡

Buster, at the heart of it, is an unstoppable force when he sets his mind to something. He'll charge in with the same ferocity as his favouite protagonists, rivalling the audacity and hard-headed nature of even Bull! All while doing so for his friends 💪 we love Buster in this AU frfr

Chester:

Chester always has theatrics when he flies. Flips, spins, and fun aerodynamic movements up in the sky! He's gotta compensate for his lack of speed compared to other wyverns after all, but he thinks he's pretty great 😎

Loved drawing this kinda unique pose tbh! That's what I loved with these drawings, I got to experiment without really thinking too much for em with how polished and clean that look. It was very fun! 🔥

Chuster ft. Gus❤️🧡:

We love some goofy gays here 🥹❤️🧡 I just wanted to let em have a little nuzzle + smooch! Dragons don't necessarily kiss, but little side boops like this are the equivalent of a cheek kiss.

Also, a little Gus on the side 🥹🥹 I love this sort of found family dynamic that have! Buster being the cool dad vibe/big bro to Gus, and then Buster being in a relationship with Chester so that he's also a cool dad too 😎 Gus loved these two guys from the very start, they're funny 🤭 never a boring day for these silly lads.

Leondy 💚💜:

My beloveds 🤲 I really do cherish the ship, as well as strong friendship Sandy and Leon have. (Btw in my HCs, Leon and Sandy are 13 & 14 respectively, just to clear that up!)

Sandy, I've mentioned a few times, is very inspired by Capybaras, so Leon finding one is just perfect 🤭 silly little deadpan face lads.

Bull:

BULLDOZERRRR- What a lad! Bull is inspired by- uh, Bulls! Great creatures, large bodies and thick necks to support those headstrong charges 🐂 I love making his posture all confident, strong steps to say, "Yeah. You TRY and stand up to me. I DARE you." Don't wanna mess with him on most days 🏃‍♀️💨💨

El Primo:

Still figuring out a full-body for El Primo, bit he's roughly the same size as Bull! (Maybe a bit bigger)

El Primo has got really small wings, similar to his El Dragón skin. Even his scales and horns are inspired by that mostly! Love when characters have preexisting dragon themed skins 🤭 makes it a lot easier to make ideas!

His "mask" is actually just body paint. He has similar paint on his body, really showing off the vibrant colours and persona he puts on for the crowds.

He WILL beat up his enemies into a pulp in matches. Thank goodness there's the gem powered regeneration and the respawn system in place 😭 I plan to give him a very strong body and tail, enough to support him when he needs to go on his hind legs and overpower his opponents. Buster is designed in a similar way as well!

Mandy:

Last but not least, the Queen of Candy herself. Not even the Dragon AU let's her escape fast food work 😔😔

Her super attack is purely a magical sugar-based rainbow blast, as shown in the sketch. Also, I'm now realizing that I forgot her red spots oml- No wonder she looks so empty 💀 uhh sorry about that, lads 😭 I'll redraw her one day to show off that glowing effect of her spots 🥹🥹

And that's all! Thank you for reading if you made it this far! Hopefully I can make more of these sketch dumps 🤭✨️ maybe take reqs from here too! We shall see. Take care y'all!

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anonymouspuzzler · 1 year

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hey, it's a couple comics with the new blorbos!! I've been trying to make little one-off comics to practice drawing 'em, plus test out writing and characterization and such. it's been a lot of fun and I have more I want to do soon..!!!

bonus, a little one that, unfortunately for us all, really does sum up the dynamics:

(detailed image descriptions slash transcripts under the readmore!)

COMIC 1: BUCK MAKES COFFEE Panel 1 shows Buck (a middle-aged, barrel-chested white man with a bushy reddish mustache and two tufts of hair on an otherwise-bald square head), wearing his sleepwear (an off-white t-shirt that exposes his stomach, and forest green pajama pants), standing in a kitchen with orange wallpaper, staring at a 60's-style coffee-maker on top of a teal counter. He has an expression like he's just woken up and is reaching back to scratch his ass. Buck (thinking): ...hm. Wonder if Dynamo likes coffee...?

Panel 2 cuts in closer on Buck, who is looking thoughtful and reaching up with his other hand to scratch his mustache. Buck (thinking): Guess I could ask once he's awake...? But I dunno if he should even have any while he's still busted up-- Davey (off-screen): Oh!! Hey, good! You are still here!

Panel 3 cuts to Davey (a middle-aged, lanky Black man with long curly brown hair, a thin mustache, a diagonal scar from the top-left to bottom-right of his face, and right arm amputated at the shoulder) walking in a doorway. He is wearing blue boxer shorts and still has the amputated stump of his arm and some of his chest wrapped in bandages. There are also band-aids on his torso, elbow and ring finger. He is pointing up at the scar on his face, smiling and winking, with shoujo-style sparkles all around him. Davey: You were gone when I woke up, so I thought maybe you went out or something. Anyway, I'm feeling way better!! Got up and walked around without any vertigo, even! And look how well the stitches you did are healing!!

Panel 4 cuts back to Buck, who has turned slightly to look at Davey. His eyes are wide and he is blushing furiously, looking flustered. Buck (thinking, each sentence in a scattered thought bubble across the panel): OH NO HE'S HOT. okay calm down play it cool. say something clever already. BE NORMAL. quit staring at him oh my GOD. you have your whole rivals thing to maintain say something snarky. or just offer him coffee I don't know you gotta say SOMETHING

Panel 5 shows Davey from behind, looking at Buck with a mildly confused smile. Buck, still visibly blushing and flustered, leans back against the counter with one arm, the other on his hip, trying and failing to look casual. Davey: ...uh. Can I help with anything-- Buck (speech bubble overlapping Davey's and breaking out of frame slightly) DO YOU COFFEE

Panel 6 (the last panel) cuts to the other side as Buck, looking mortified, hunches over the counter facing away from Davey. Behind him, Davey stands with his arm stiff at his side, visibly holding back laughter and beginning to blush furiously. Buck (thinking, represented by faded words behind him, cut off in sections by Buck, the coffee maker and/or the edge of the frame): OH GOD O[cut off] NO WHAT TH[cut off]L IS WRON[cut off]TH YOU HE'[cut off]NG TO THINK YOU'RE A TOTAL ASOCIAL FREAK LIKE GOD DAMN BUCK [cut off] IS YO[cut off]FU[cut off] TALKIN[cut off] PEOPL[cut off]OW DO[cut off] SCREW [cut off]P THIS [cut off]ADLY Davey (thinking): HAHA OH NO An arrow pointing at Davey: instantly in love

COMIC 2: THE COMPUTER IS BROKEN Panel 1 shows a concerned Davey (hair in a ponytail and wearing a red leather helmet with built-in orange-lensed round goggles over his eyes, a light-blue pair of overalls, a brown leather glove on his left hand, and a prosthetic right arm made of various kitchen appliances and car parts) holding an old beige laptop that is emitting dark clouds of smoke. Behind him, looking on in concern, is Buck (wearing goggles on top of his head, a forest-green turtleneck sweater, brown gloves, and khaki pants), and Minerva AKA Minnie, a prepubescent white girl with freckles and red hair in giant twin braids. Minnie is wearing a white school uniform shirt with golden-yellow stripes on the sleeves, a light yellow sweater tied around her shoulders, and beige fingerless gloves, with her nails painted black. All three of them are totally silent, with a speech bubble with three ellipses coming from Davey.

Panel 2 cuts closer to Buck, on the left, glaring incredulously down at Minnie, who is shouting back indignantly and throwing her hands in the air. In the background, Davey is cradling the still-smoking laptop as if trying to reassure it. Buck: What did you DO? Minnie: NOTHING!! It's not my fault your ancient laptop barely works! Davey (in a tiny speech bubble as if under his breath): She doesn't mean it, baby.

Panel 3 shows Buck leaning over with one hand on his hip, the other shoving away a furious-looking Minnie by the top of her head. He is looking with mild concern over at Davey, who is clutching the laptop protectively to his chest, grimacing. Buck: Anyway... What's the diagnosis? Need me to steal a newer model? Davey: And deal with a planned-obsolescence brick of pure bloatware? Absolutely not. Trust me, I'll replace any parts that got fried and she'll be better than new.

Panel 4 shows Davey sitting down at a table, placing the laptop down. Minnie launches herself into a seat on the left side, stretching her arms out across the table, with a mischievously delighted grin. Minnie: Wait-- so you can swap out any parts? Could you add, like - a missile launcher code? Or hacking software? Or an infinite gil generator?

Panel 5 shows Davey turning to look directly at Minnie, who looks back with a neutral expression. Panel 6 then shows Davey leaning down towards her with a wide, knowing grin, while Minnie, grimacing, looks away guiltily. Davey: Minnie, did you brick the laptop playing the critically acclaimed MMORPG Final Fantasy XIV, [the rest of the meme text is in a word balloon that fades into the background behind him and Minnie] Minnie: you can't prove anything

Panel 7 cuts to Buck scratching his head, looking off to the side in confusion. Minnie is in the far foreground to the right, rolling her eyes. Buck: Final Fantasy...? Like... the thing on Playstation? Minnie: UGH YOU'RE SO OLD Buck: Is Barrett still in it? He was always my favorite.

Panel 8 shows Davey, to the left, and Minnie, in front, both sitting at the table, with Buck seen from behind in the foreground, facing Davey. Minnie has her arms folded on the table and is resting her chin on her forehead, looking up at Davey, looking slightly fed up. Davey is sitting with his legs crossed, prosthetic arm folded over his knee, left elbow resting on one knee so he can pose flirtatiously with his hand on his chest and a smug, playful grin, with sparkles and hearts coming off of him. Davey: Your favorite was the Black guy with a big metal arm, fighting against a corrupt system, with a heart of gold under it all...? Buck (visibly blushing): Shut up and fix the laptop, Davey

[Bonus, inline comic description: Minnie, left, and Buck, right, sitting in a car. Buck is in the drivers seat wearing a beige jacket over his turtleneck and round, orange-lensed goggles over his eyes, staring straight ahead, expression hidden by the goggles and his mustache. He has his right hand on the steering wheel while his left arm leans against the window. Minnie is sitting in the passenger seat with both hands resting on a rat cage in her lap, in which Oreo, a black and white rat, can be seen peeking out. She is looking over at Buck with eyes narrowed and one eyebrow raised. Minnie: why does Davey call you babygirl Buck: how about we stop talking for a little while.]

#anonymous puzzler art #tw for bare chest and amputation slash missing limb #i love my new blorbos so much guys.#anonymous puzzler originals #Villain Coded comic

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ferel6 · 1 year

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(Tldr: new research study, got my first 12 lead ekg 🥰)

Have a new research study that I'm going to participate in, but needed to go to an initial screening to make sure I qualified for the research (you know you need to start working out/eating better when they call you in for research because your BMI is over 30 😑)

Regardless, I am still VERY excited to be a part of it. They are testing Angiotensin, which is naturally created in our bodies, but they want to see if it will help with lowering blood pressure and spark metabolism in obese patients (that's me 😓)

The screening was a blast. Had to fast for 12 hours prior, got up in the morning and brought my wife and son with me to drop them off at the zoo for the day while I completed my screening. Long car ride, lots of time to get hype. Watching them eat breakfast only got me more excited (I wasn't really that hungry and the fact that I couldn't eat was just a reminder of the coming events).

I dropped the fam off at the zoo and made my way over to the familiar parking garage and began my walk over to the vascular center, past the main hospital entrance with patients and staff milling about, past the cancer center (feeling lucky that I was here for a different reason than those poor souls), and finally past the emergency room entrance, watching an EMS crew loading up an ambulance. I've always enjoyed this walk, getting the sounds and smells of the hospital, seeing all the staff everywhere in their scrubs. Anticipation mounts.

I got up to the Clinical Research floor and the study coordinator was already waiting for me. She greeted me like I was an old friend (I've done maybe 7 study sessions with them now, so I know the two main coordinators well, and I'm starting to recognize some of the techs) and we walked past our usual room, through a set of doors, and into a less lit hallway and back rooms I'd never been in. She explained there was another patient here for the study so we had to do the screening elsewhere.

As a note, I am VERY professional when it comes to these studies. While I do them primarily because of my fetish, in the moment I internalize all of that and quash it down hard to remain neutral and keep my vitals from going haywire and throwing off the research. But going through darkened hallways into secluded, partially lit rooms full of carts and tables and wires and tubes and trays and machines, just the coordinator and me, got my mind fantasizing something fierce 😬😈

Luckily, as with all studies, we needed to sit and talk through EVERYTHING they were going to do to me during our session, today and the next if my bloodwork came back acceptable. So I had plenty of time to temper myself while she explained.

The screening would include a DXA scan, full body composition. I'd also receive a full check up from a physician at the hospital and my first 12 lead EKG (!), which the physician would need to check over to make sure it looked good. Then a quick blood draw would round out the screening.

She explained the next visit would include two IVs, one in each arm, one for the infusion of saline or the drug they were testing (blinded) and the other for blood draws during the procedure. I'd have a 3 lead ekg to monitor heartrate, a BP cuff on my arm and a finometer on my finger and strapped around my wrist, a blood oxygen monitor clipped to my ear, blood flow sensors taped to my stomach, arm and leg, and a tent-like canopy over my head to capture my breathing. Unlike some of my other studies with them, she told me I could practically sleep through this one, as it is a LOT of sitting around during infusion and just listening to my breathing, so she said most of her patients literally take a nap 😅.

While all this talk would normally not allow me to relax my anticipation, I tried my best to return dialog, asking questions and getting the coordinator to open up about why they were testing certain things, what the blood draws were for, talking to her about the research I'd already done on the drug and it's effects, and hearing her thoughts on how the study was going. The longer we talked the more I could feel my heart slowing to a much more manageable rhythm 🤭

We finally got to it, hopping up and taking my shoes and socks off for height and weight, then straight over to the table for my first full fledged EKG!! As you can see on my channel here, I have a 5 lead patient monitor, and I've been to other studies where they used a 3 lead, but I've never had the pleasure of a full 12 lead reading before.

The coordinator dragged the machine over, more a printer with a keyboard than the brilliant colorful screen with the green line we all know and love. She already had the square medline electrodes attached to the leads so she set about hooking me up, a constant flow of conversation making me feel at ease and keeping me calm during something that in retrospect turned me on SO MUCH. I felt the cold sticky adhesive on my skin as she talked about how they would unfortunately pull on my hair coming off, if this had been a stress test she'd have to shave my chest because of all the sweat and movement, but it wasn't a big deal for a short resting EKG, how some of her older male patients would complain about the shave because they were going on cruises in a weeks time. Just a constant barrage of stories of her wiring up others just like me.

Once the leads were attached, she wrapped a BP cuff around my right arm and turned on a different monitor behind me, noting the beeping sound on it as the machine complaining that there was no temperature sensor hooked up, "But it broke a while ago, so we had to take it out and now it just yells at us all the time that there's none in there. But it's OK we won't have it on long, just going to take your blood pressure twice and I'll turn it back off again while your EKG is running. 138/85 a little high, it should come down, I'll run it again. Oop, EKGs printing, let's take a look. Oh looks great, but we'll still need to call the physician up to check it over, I'll text him now while I run the other blood pressure check. Ok, messaged, 133/86 better, better."

See what I mean? Constant stream of conversation. She's awesome. I would chime in from time to time, noting things like "oh that BP is a bit high for me" or whatnot, but mostly I just listened and enjoyed.

With my EKG readings printed off, she came back over, unstrapped the cuff from around my arm, unclipped the leads from the electrodes and wheeled the machine back to the corner. I thought maybe I could leave the stickies on my chest this time and have a bit of fun at home later and began to pull my shirt back down, but the coordinator reminded me of my imminent DXA scan and came back over to rip the patches from my chest.

We waited for a while longer, talking again of other patients, the study, what each of the tubes of blood would be used for during the procedure, until the physician finally arrived. He was young and tall, wearing those oh so lovely pale green scrubs with a stethoscope around his neck.

We fistbumped for cleanliness as he introduced himself, talked with the coordinator about what she needed from him, then looked at my EKG printout. He confirmed everything looked fantastic, noted my BP at the top and signed it. Then he turned to me and told me to hop back up on the exam table again so he could check me over.

He got out his stethoscope and began his inspection, asking me questions about my health or telling me to take a big breath and hold it.

Another note here: I am straight, but where my medical fetish is concerned professionals, even males, can REALLY get my heart racing, so I had to slam my breaks hard to not give anything away here. Id already had my BP taken and an EKG run and now a young, fit doctor listening closely to my heart. Man that was a tough one.

Done with his stethoscope, he threw it around his neck again, brisk hands checking the pulse in my neck, both my wrists, my ankles, my feet. All while asking if I took any medications or if I had had any health concerns lately.

We finished up and he was baffled by my perfectly healthy condition 😇. He told us he NEVER gets to examine healthy patients in his line of work and it was very refreshing. I apologized for not having something wrong with me, eliciting a chuckle from all of us in the room.

He signed off my paperwork again and we walked him out of the clinic on our way to the DXA scan. We talked the whole way, him asking if this was my first study (the coordinator cutting in "No he's one of our regulars!" 🥰) asking if I was close to the facility (told him I'm about two hours away, "Wow! That's far! Well thank you so much for the help with these studies!")

We parted ways and the coordinator led me to a tiny room with a bed and a scanner over top of it. I changed into shorts and laid on the bed while she got the program under way. 7 minutes of lying stock still while the bed moved me around, taking the whole composition of my body (it's a very light x-ray). She printed an extra copy of my body comp (if you ever need motivation to get fit...go get a DXA. It is the most unflattering picture ever).

Then we went back to our room and she had me hop up on the bed again for the final thing: a blood draw. She told me it'd be quick and mostly painless, as she only needed two vials and was just using a butterfly needle.

A pro as always, strapped a tourniquet around my arm, cold alcohol wipe, a quick flash and her stream of conversation started back up as she pushed on my bicep to get the blood flowing through the tubes.

She wrapped my arm up and sent me on my way with my packets of paperwork.

The whole day was over in like an hour and a half, but was just so....chill. So relaxed. I'll update again on how my study goes once I go through that date, but I was just so excited to be examined, poked, prodded, carefully scrutinized again. And for my first ever full EKG.

These will always be long winded posts cause I need to get my feelings out, decompress. Feel free to message me to talk about similar experiences or if you have questions. Ya know...if you read this far 😅. I love talking to people about these feelings!

#ekg #cardiophile

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seldomscilence16 · 2 years

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Whumptober day 26: No One Left Behind

Fandom: Owl House

Prompts;

Seperated

Rope Burns

"Why did you save me?"

Alright, I'm gonna try this again, hopefully it'll be better than the first one I did :/ since I don't want to do any spoilers for season 3, this is an AU. Im probably gonna give it Beta vibes, but it'll run in whatever direction it wants to once I start so

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Luz groans, head pounding and body one big bruise. She tries to reach up to rub at her aching head but meets resistance, a test shows it simple rope- rude- but a concern nonetheless.

She peels her eyes blinking blearily in the flickering light of wherever she is. Flexing her wrists where they're tied behind her, she gets a look around and realizes shes alone. She'd been with Willow, Gus and Amity, one of the teams scouting out the castle, they'd been attacked together, but hopefully they'd escaped.

Groaning she rolls to her knees, maneuvering until she gets her legs through her arms, bringing them infront of her. Her wrists are red and irritated beneath the too tight rope, but she ignores it in favor of grabbing a loose stone and scratching a glyph into the stone floor. A spike of ice shoots up and she uses it to cut through through the rope easily. Shes still offended thats all they used, as she rubs at the raw skin and stands.

Shes probably in the castle, couldn't have been out long enough for a longer move. This could work to her advantage. If she can make a mental map of some kind, get some insider information, it could he useful. She just had to get out of here, which shouldnt be so hard. They always seemed to underestimate her.

The bars to the cell are old to say the least, some fire and a pillar of ice could knock em out pretty easy, but it wouldnt be quiet. So, mess with the lock instead, and get out quietly. Being the apprentice of Eda, she picked up a few tips and tricks, being a curious child with too much time on her hands she knew a thing or two as well, so she gets it undone almost too quickly. The door swings open with a slight creaking, but no guards come running so she takes a hesitant step out and looks down around. Its a torch lit hallway, with 8 cells and stairs at the far end, shes in the fourth cell down, the ones past her are unoccupied- unsurprising considering most people go to the conformatorium. She makes her way towards the stairs, the next two cells are empty, and she can see a small alcove up ahead, a table with her stuff and a few other items.

She freezes before she hits the first cell, hearing a wheezing breath and some shuffling. She pulls her mask up, not that it will do much good, and creeps forward, completely surprised to find the Golden Guard. He'd been absent recently sure, after that one mission where they'd almost died and hed found out the truth of the Emperors intentions. But she'd assumed hed escaped or something. Not thrown in a cell- for a while from the looks of it- and left there to rot. The guy is sickly looking, skinny and pale with some serious looking bruises and cuts, scars sticking out sharply. Hes unconcious, breaths wheezing in his chest, and looking utterly pitiful.

She weighs the pros and cons in her head before sighing, and unlocking his cell. She draws another glyph, using vines to secure GG- who is far too light- to her back. Grunting she mumbles under her breath as she collects her things from the guards station alcove. She has quite a few prewritten glyphs in her bag, and her bat is a comforting weight in her hand. GG is a little off setting, messes with her plan a little, but she can still do this. She got captured, so she needed to make it worth while.

The stairs are long and dimly lit, shes expecting guards, resistance, but is met with none. Shes beginning to think this is some kind of trap, or else these guys are stupider than she thought. Both are reasonable assumptions.

Shes leaning towards the first thought though, as she finds every room and corridor empty that she passes.

"Well this isnt looking good for either of us, I think its time we make a hasty retreat."

Luz tries every door, and finds the important ones blocked by some type of magic, the ones that could be their exit. Shes getting extremely frustrated but also a little flattered that they did actually try to contain her. She tries glyphs on every exit with no result, most windows are too small, and shes beginning to panic. The one window she finds big enough to fit through, is quite a ways up, and her floating glyph can only do so much when their are spikes below. They'll need to climb down some how, to avoid impalement.

"Alright. Lets find some rope."

…

"Oh Titan, if we make it out of this, you better be on our side or else Im haunting you for eternity."

Shes finalizing her anchor, hoping the rope will hold their weight, or her glyphs will cushion their fall, either way, shes just hoping this works.

The castle shakes and she freezes, listening closely and hearing distant explosions and the trap clicks into place. They were gonna get rid of her- and the Golden Guard- in a fiery blast. Apparently the Emperor was tired of her interfering.

"Alright, now or never." Assuring GG is secured she takes a deep breath and begins the climb out the window.

Oh if her mami could see her now.

She forces herself to stare at the rope and wall, to not look down at her certain doom. GG stuttering breathing is surprisingly grounding, reminding her shes got more than just her life in her hands. But even she cant be expected to prevail when the whole castle shakes with explosions.

Her feet slip, her hands falter, and shes falling, theyre falling. A shriek is ripped from her throat as she scrambles to get a hold of the rope again. The skin on her hands burns and rips and HURTS and she cant slow their descent, the castle crumbling in front of her, the spikes getting closer and closer, she gives up on the rope, and ignoring the pain, pulls out several glyphs.

Plants to cover the spikes, ice to hopefully slide them to safety, and finally the slowing glyph. She closes her eyes and doesnt open them until they stop rolling, though GG breaks from her back at some point.

They've made it past the spikes, dirt settling around them as Luz tries to breathe, sprawled out and ignoring everything besides the fact she alive. The castle gives another rumble as it starts to crumble towards the ground, and she decides its best to keep going.

She hisses as she moves her hands, finding the sight terribly gross and gagging a bit. Theres skin missing and blood bubbling up and red and irritated skin surrounding it all. Rope burns are apparently no joke and all her shows lied to her…

She cant do much about it now, she has to focus, and get back to the other and make sure they're okay.

"Why did you save me?" A voice croaks, startling her from her thoughts, her head whips towards GG.

She stares at him a minute, pale face covered in dirt and eyes bloodshot, some new wounds from their fall blossoming slowly. She could answer him a million ways, he could be part of the trap somehow, but his eyes say otherwise.

"Theres good in you, but even if there wasnt, no one gets left behind. I'd like to think you'd have done the same."

He stares intently as a sick person is able before his eyes close again,

"Thank you."

"Dont thank me yet, still have to get somewhere safe. Come on, lets get out of here."

#whumptober2022 #no.26 #rope burns #why did you save me?#the owl house #fic #imprisonment #malnourished #injuries #angst #kidnapping #it was so short #but hopefully better than the other one #Golden Guard angst #hunter angst #but she doesnt know his name in this one yet #owl house au #I dont really know what kind tho

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sansloii · 7 months

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🙌 he's using both hands for Wynn

He never underestimated Nezumi…

… Not once…

Not when he was hired, not when he'd been tasked to be the bar singer's body guard, and certainly not when the shorter looked up at him time and time again seeking contact and comfort with a carefully crafted smile. He's never been told outright the finer details of how Nezumi had fared with his previous bodyguards ( or, rather, how the previous body guards had fared with Nezumi ), but being Nezumi's have given him plenty of insight as to what was expected of him — what he had to keep in mind. Most days, the singer was docile and maybe a little touchy. He teased Wynn, yes, but that was nothing the shifter couldn't handle. The same could be said for all of Nezumi's subtle advances — the lips brushed against the corner of his own, the palms pressed flat against his chest or abdomen, arms wrapped around one of his as the other purred out his want for attention.

Those days, he enjoyed. He relished them, honestly — even with Nezumi's "pick-apart" nature peppered in there among them.

Every now and then, though, a rather dfficult day would roll around and test him ( as it likely had tested others before him ). Oh — on days like those, days like this one, he's keenly reminded of why he doesn't take Nezumi's easygoing demeanor for granted.

For as easily as the singer offered the gentlest touch or a brush of his knuckles against skin, he could take it all away . The prelude to these switches, though subtle, is something he usually never missed… but this time is different. This time, he dropped his guard when allowing Nezumi to draw close, distracted by a message he'd gotten on his phone. Perhaps if he'd been looking up — been watching the other as he's supposed to — he would've noticed the intent in dark eyes as Nezumi closes the distance between them. He would've paid closer attention to the steps that brought them together, which were much too quick for the other's usual, casual saunter over to him for attention.

Most of all, he would've seen the hands that rose up just a little sooner than he did.. The bar singer's fingers wrap around his throat with intent and squeeze tight, earning a surprised little exhale ( what little of it he could force out ) from the shifter.

Almost immediately, his phone is long forgotten as his first free hand flies up to force its way ( and none too gently, either ) between the fingers of one of Nezumi's hands and the skin of his neck. Wynn then begins pulling those fingers back and without much effort, not so much that he'd break them but enough to where the only real pressure that was applied from that limb was from his thumb...

…and from there, the shifter moves quickly. His body twists and his remaining arm rises, if only to come down sharply and break Nezumi's grip. Pulled-back hand is released as well as he traps both hands against his side with his arm. When he pivots back into facing Nezumi — and thus, tugging the bar singer a bit closer — he does two more things. The first is him grabbing hold of both of Nezumi's wrists with his free hand; which is a bit of an awkward movement, admittedly, but it was necessary if he intended not to be choked again. The second, and more automatic of the two actions, is that same remaining arm darting out to grab Nezumi in the same manner by which he grabbed him — by his neck.

The shifter doesn't squeeze immediately but his grip is firm and unyieleding — enough to keep the shorter still, just in case. Wynn then fixes him with a less than pleased expression as he tilts his head.

“…There are much easier ways to get my attention.” he says slowly, “Ones that don't involve choking me.”

— and, on cue, the shifter tightens his hold on the singer's neck briefly. And his eyes drop to and rise from Nezumi's lips just as quickly.

“Are you going to try again if I let you go… or will I have to read the message I got after you calm down?”

grab 'em [ NOT ACCEPTING ] | @nezumivc103221

#nezumivc103221 #🗪 ┊ ⧼ you all are some chatty cathys! ⧽ ⇹ ( asks. )#✖ ┊ ⧼ a scar means i survived ⧽ ⇹ ( w. )#⚜ ┊ ⧼ it’s a wonderful cat’s life ⧽ ⇹ ( main verse. )#.If Nezumi wanted Wynn to grab him #.he got what he wanted #.>:)#.I say this knowing full well Wynn will apologize for handling him so roughly later #.because he's a SWEETHEART

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wxnheart · 1 year

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You woke up in a closet bigger than your entire hab unit.

For awhile you sat there, frozen at the thought of some rich lady coming in and catching you amongst her clothes. And then you remembered.

This was your closet. Your clothes.

You'd been kidnapped. Technically.

You pushed yourself up and felt your way out of the closet. Past the fine clothes that weren't yours yesterday and out into an overly opulent room that really should belong to someone else.

There was carpet on the floor. a bed heaped with furs. An. open. Fireplace. set in the wall.

The whole thing made you feel small and self conscious. Like being wrapped in the tarp did.

Breathe. Breathe.

You needed to eat. Or at the very least get water in your system. You doubted a rich lady had a kitchen connected to her hab space so...

The servants hovering outside your door nearly jumped out of their skins.

"My lady!" The closest one said, and the leader as best you could gather. "Good- good morning. The um, Master, said to fetch anything you require but that you were to rest." She said quickly, as though afraid you were going to cut her off. Or kill her if she didn't speak fast enough. "Forgive my impertinence but its- only been three hours since you went in?"

"Oh," You only slept for three hours? It didn't feel like- well it felt like your legs were noodles and your head was filled with cotton. But that could have been from anything. Your abduction last night or-

The cotton headed feeling was practically normal.

"I'm... fine," you tried to assure her. To assure all of them. "I just need to access the kitchen. If you could show me the way maybe?"

For a half second she relented, then rallied.

"You only slept three hours my lady. I doubt the Master would be happy with us letting you near a knife. Never mind a stove. Is there anything in specific you want? We can go fetch it for you."

"The Master-" The enormity of her words slammed down on you.

Right. Right. More screaming voices in the night.

"Food. And some water."

They waited patiently for you to elaborate. You floundered.

The leader nodded to herself. She turned to the others. "Bring her a simple meat and porridge. As well as some water." One of the servants peeled off. "Inform the Master the lady has awakened. We will tend to her as best we can." A male servant peeled off. "You two, wait out here. My lady? If you'll let me help you into something more... comfortable? for sleep? Perhaps... draw you a-" She took a more thorough look at you. Nose crinkling at the standard acumulation of water streaked filth that all your neighbors shared. "hot bath so you could get more comfortable?"

You wavered. Uncertain. Scared.

Was this a test? A trap?

"Take a cold bath," All four of you jumped from your skins and looked wildly for its source. "She's dehydrated and should be treated as such."

Instinctively the servants pulled themselves and you back to back, so no one was vulnerable. You scanned for anywhere the giant could be hiding. You saw nothing and said as such. The others reported the same.

"Bloody NightHaunter always watching," The Leader muttered as the formation reluctantly broke up. "Look," she said directly to you. "He seems to have taken a liking to you. Some of the Lords want to leverage that to get some favors. Don't think that'll work but" she shrugged. "He's a weird one."

"Aye," One of the other servants showed you a hand expertly bandaged. "Broke one of ta vases by accident- cut my 'and cleaning ta mess. T'hought he was gonna skin me t'en and t'ere."

"He just bandaged your hand?" You asked.

He nodded. "T'didn't e'en beat me. 'hink- no Lords-" He petered off. He tried to sign to you, but couldn't bend the injured hand properly. The other servant started signing in equal measure.

"We think he's nicer when no one is around to see him. Or believe the person speaking. Hence why he doesn't kill su-i-cidal people. Still hurts em real bad tho." She said.

"Anyway," The leader clapped a hand on your shoulder. "He's still watching. Let's get you that bath.

-Konrad's lover prt 2

-Goddess Anon

👍

#konrad curze #konrad curze x reader #warhammer 40k #wh40crack.#yandere40k.#cw: mentions of suicide #cw: konrad friggin' curze.#good stuff as always Goddess Anon!

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gubbles-owo · 6 months

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Looking forward to Super Manticore Ball coming from the marble experiment. "Hold still to become invisible" would even work well as an integral mechanic!

keeping the marble still... in a marble maze game.... the ultimate test of skill, on god..., Y'know, I haven't really thought about the context of marble game much yet. Right now it's just a wooden board with a metal marble (the reflective metal is just an excuse to get away with a single billboarded sprite :3c), but it'd be cool to switch up the context... maybe it's an intricate key to unlocking a device, or perhaps you're just rolling a pillbug around in a shoebox. Typically I'll go into something with a pretty solid idea of how I want to present it, but since the aim largely amounts to a vague "get a Thing working on the N64", I haven't really given the presentation much thought. The only question in my mind as of late is "how in the h*ck do i handle collision" (there's no "game engine" here so I get to figure out how to program that from scratch, yay yippee!!) Similarly I also haven't thought much about the end goal of the Manticore model... again it's primarily an exercise to learn how to model a character that looks halfway decent. I've got OCs, sure, but no visual reference for them (at least I can't draw much myself nor afford commissions of em atm). And god the visual reference helps soooo so much when it comes to working out the shape of a thing in 3D space. So the ongoing hyperfixation brainrot of a particular Arknights character-- one that has both official reference art and a bunch of fanart-- seemed like a natural choice of subject xD

But if I can be brutally real about it... I don't think the model is gonna suit itself to *actually* run well on the N64. It's still fairly dense in terms of tri count, especially in the head/face area, like augh look how much is going on here. And for the love of all that is unholy I do not know how to model low poly hair. It's either an awkward clump of too much geometry-- something more reminiscent of 6th gen than 5th-- or it looks real flat and lifeless, with that perfect middle ground always escaping my grasp. Maybe someday I'll crack that code, but I have the sneaking suspicion that the character has to be designed with these limitations in mind from the outset. or maybe that's just an excuse for not knowing much lol I could potentially slap her in marble game if I can manage to think up a context that works... I'll have to let my brain sit on the whole presentation thing while I whittle away at optimizations and physics nonsense. Mark my words, whatever I wind up doing with the Manticore model... it's gonna be yuri.

#ough that sure is a wall of text alright #uuhhhuhh how does tagging work again #ask #gubdev #uhhhhhhh #instead of brain there is manticore and matrix math

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sundial-girl · 9 months

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vFlwoer...you know teh ourple one...

ourple...

My favorite song of theirs

ok i'm actually gonna be real i don't listen to that much flower 😭😭😭 SORRY. but the songs i have listened to are good she slays

i think given my blog theme though it's pretty obvious which is my fave flower song

Who I ship them with

OK SEE ITS COMPLICATED FOR HER im so torn 😭😭

ig(??) i do still for the most part think she's sapphic/has a preference for girls, and b/c of a friend my main thing was flowerin. i do like them v much and think abt them, they're cute. BUT a different friend of mine ships fukaflower and that's also really grown on me. BUT b/c of the internet and other mutuals too i've seen pikase and that's cute as hell too. so my mind somehow condensed that into the THREE OF EM (flower, fukase, piko) but i dont even know what tf i'd call that; its not entirely romantic but also not entirely platonic, something is going on and its made infinitely more complicated w/ how they all interact differently depending on what fucking timeline story thing we're in. and again flower & rin is also cute and flower has other cute ships too and AJKSDKJKJKJ 😭

i'll just say tho that the good thing about having several different story things where different things happen is i can do whatever i want and everyone can b happy. the bad thing is i end up overthinking it and also i have a tendency to not give the characters in my stories happy endings

My favorite part about their design

well for one i like how she has so many designs i think its funny lmaoo

v3 and v4 are my faves sooo... i do like the dress & longer hair of v3 actually, i feel its more like, actual flower-like so it fits (and maybe im a bit based b/c that's the design she had when i first vaguely knew abt her). but v4 is iconic, undoubtedly. its the first design that pops into my head when people say flower. i really like how its more ourple since her v3 is more like... black? hksjghkj. i like her striped armwarmer thing its quite funky. solid designs but theyre hard asf to draw imma be real 😭 i can never get them quite right

ALSO i know people dont like ci b/c she doesn't look like flower, but funnily enough i do kinda like that. the sorta uncanny valleyness, b/c u know its supposed to be flower and it vaguely does have some resemblance but its also not and something feels wrong. again though that might just be me b/c of how i twist that for narrative purposes and i have a lot of fun w/ angst shit regarding ciflower but sjkjdhjkshkjhakjhg

A random headcanon I have of them

you know those memes about people cutting/dying their hair after a mental breakdown? yeah that's her 😂😭

i don't think she actually dyes it, it's naturally that peppered white/black color sorta, but she does impulsively do shit to her hair sometimes, not necessarily when she is distressed but she has def done it as "distraction" from negative emotions going on. luckily there's some sorta thing going on that lets her grow her hair back really fast in case she fucks up, so she can test out as many hairstyles as she wants whenever basically. she does think fucked up hairstyles are really funny tho. probably once shaved her entire head just b/c she could

name a vocaloid in my askbox and i'll tell you stuff

#ask #i mean this in the nicest way possible but i get so anxious talking abt flower hcs specifically sometimes #i like her but i dont think i can really call myself an intense flower fan rip... which is ironic in a way??#b/c out of the memesquad ik abt her the longest. im very certain i remember learning abt her from like a circus monster chorus vid #lmaoooo. and it was her v3 vers. and i was like 'oh cool i like her design and her name's cool' and then i forgot abt her 😭 and remembered #her again after a friend showed me appetite of a people pleaser but i didnt recognize her at first b/c 1) cakey 2) v4 looks different? obv?#its weird w/ her... idk. she's funky and interesting but not necessarily in all the common ways she is said to be #scandalous reveal though i actually have not listened to some of her most popular songs 😭 at all. BOO FAKE FAN yeah IK 😭😭#i didnt even know abt rabu ka until ollie mentioned it. ollie if ur reading this i owe u my life 😂 that song changed me like fr 🥴#SORRY THIS ALSO TOOK SO LONG TO TYPE UP dont kill me pls 😭

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patchworkheartouija · 9 months

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M****************** Minion Marketplace: Fucked up robot things one of my exes made

(So I wrote up an OC thing, slime CEO fucker I’ve drawn before. Honestly I could have them be talking about anything and they’d still be fun to write. May make this minion marketplace thing a series, may also make this a comic. However currently I’m working on drawing up a big comic, it’s my first one ever and it seems to be going well.)

“So you’re thinking of becoming a super villain? Yeah you’re not fooling anybody “for the good of mankind” folks if you’re on my site you know what you’re getting into. My name is Delmonico, that’s right, Isabella Larcroft, don’t ware it out. Just kidding by the way, neither of those are my name, I’m not that stupid.

So anyway I’m known for being the biggest, (in every imaginable way) businessperson in the abyss, and recently I’ve opened up a new market! Evil minions! See I don’t have my own I just put a little me in a corpse and badabing badaboom it’s under my control and I have the one ally I can trust as a minion, me. But some of you are fancy bitches. Also some of you aren’t Abyssfolk. So I figured you’d want minions!

Now, you. Yes you. You’re dumb soft and fucking stupid, and you are feeling overwhelmed with CHOICES! Wonderful choices! So I’m creating this video series to go over the pros and cons of every minion to help YOU match with the evil minion you’ve always been dreaming of!

The first minion on my agenda, if you read the title, is the fucked up robot thing. I call em Skinwalkers, they aren’t, and that’s not what they’re official name is, but listen, I stole them from my ex after he fucked off and died, I get to pick what I name the bloody things.

Ok, so what are they? Skinwalkers are small, lightweight robots, with advanced AIs that mimic real people to a degree but with the ability to mute them if they get too fucking annoying and scream and cry everywhere. Those tears are oil, they stain.

Skinwalkers come in two varieties, big dick energy attack droids, and pathetic and useless service bots. I currently produce both.

BDEADs are PERFECT for your lone assassin, or even mass swarming foot soldiers. They never complain and if they do you can shut them up, they obey any order, they learn, they blend in as human, and they are ARMED. The cons of these is if you ask for them to bring you a nice cup of tea they will make the WORST cup you’ve ever fucking had oh my god like are you fucking stupid? Yeah they are GREAT at fighting and adapting to challenges but getting shit done? Pffft. Get a roomba to clean your house not one of these fucks.

Now, variety too, the roomba in question, aka the useless service bot/USB, Hah acronym is something that exists funny haha. Anyway. USBs are USELESS in a fight, give them a gun and they will somehow manage to shoot themselves. However for personal use as servants, god they’re… good? I dunno they cry a lot when you yell at them and I prefer my help having a spine. Good at the actual job though.

Both these droids are good, one for your wars, the other for your wardrobe, though I can see most of you would be leaning towards the latter, some of you appreciate the finer points of villainy. A villain should be sheik, attractive, sexy, me, not living in a gutter, ugly, bland, everyone else. Be me. Not you. Have a whole staff of minions to do boring shit for you.

Now, finer details. Will they rise up and betray you. For once I’m not lying when I say fuck no. These things HAVE to obey your every command! It’s almost funny. In fact, it is! It’s hilarious! My ex used to quality test each one he made. But that’s expensive and stupid so I just mass produce them and ship them right to your doorstep.

Skinwalkers are covered in a layer of synthetic… skin. Ok who am I fucking kidding here it’s fucking real. They also contain human souls in gem form as a purifier, the humans don’t do shit by the way they’re dead. No hauntings. I may have been crazy to hook up with my ex but not that crazy. Anyway they blend in with humans so good spies.

I could make some that blend in with other species. But you’d have to special order AND supply the cadaver.

Now insurance. You get none and you don’t complain.

Price? All your limbs, not an arm and a leg, all of them. If you had 10 of each.

Do I accept returns? No, also don’t be a pussy.

Can you beat them up? Sure. Go wild.

Do they have a remote to make them explode like a nuke? Yes. Will you be receiving it in your box? Add another 15k to the receipt and sure, otherwise I’m keeping it.

They’re too small. Small but deadly my good sir or madam or better.

Mx Salesperson this seems sketchy. No.

Ok. Buy my shit. Goodbye.”

#oc #monster oc #PH CEO Person #patchwork heart #ouija #ouijathicc #ouija bored #original content #original writing #original character #original work

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noxexistant · 1 year

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Is there a specific story behind the scar on Morris' eyebrow ( ur sleeby morris drawing ) or is it just from soakin strikers?

i’m flattered you noticed that! (the drawing in question)

it actually is one of the scars there’s a distinct story behind, i think i mentioned it super briefly in ‘normal people’, but the story behind it is covered in a current wip i’m working on! here’s the lil extract that includes the story, featuring a jack and morris dynamic that makes no sense out of context

(the scar on morris’ arm that jack’s referring to is the one also mentioned in ‘normal people’, the one oscar recalls as being from their ma throwing “something glass” at morris)

Jack feels Morris shift against him, and glances down to watch him duck his head so Jack can see as he points to the scar above and through one of his eyebrows. “Os did those [stitches]. Said he learnt how, soon as we got out the big house. Soon as he got the chance. Jus’ in case he ever needed to.”

Jack supposes it was never really a just in case scenario, for either of the brothers. Oscar must’ve known damn well he’d have to stitch his brother up himself sometime, particularly once they didn’t have any farm neighbours to run to or even the so-called ‘doctor’ at the refuge. The “big house”, as Morris calls it.

The scar’s still a little sloppy, and visibly fresher - though still years old - than the one on Morris’ arm, but does look better by virtue of being a lot smaller. It’s clear, at least, that the stitches on his brow were done with a hell of a lot more care.

“He kept cryin’ while he was doin’ ‘em,” Morris says. “His hands was shakin’. He kept sayin’ it wasn’t bad, but I could feel it. It felt bad. But he was tryin’ to be brave.”

Jack wants to trace his thumb over it, tells himself it’s pure curiosity, but he refrains, unsure how Morris would react. He doesn’t really know what type of friends - are they friends? - he and Morris are. Doesn’t know what type of friends you gotta be to touch somebody’s scars on their face like that anyhow.

“How’d it happen?” he asks instead, and Morris - again - shares like it’s something that happened to somebody else.

“One of the first people we was paid to go after an’ try an’ soak. We didn’t really know what we was doin’. He was bigger’n me. Bust my skull on the curb. Os said he thought I was dead.”

Lord, Jack thinks. It ain’t hard to imagine it. Morris, scrawny and starved, maybe twelve or thirteen, following orders into a fight he’d never be able to win. Maybe a test of bravery or loyalty, maybe just an order given by someone who didn’t think or didn’t care whether Oscar and Morris really did get killed.

“But you won the fight?”

“Os won the fight. He always wins fights after I get hurt.”

#morris delancey #answered #alfie-0nly #my writing

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cellard0ors · 2 years

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Fic: Just A Lil' Squeeze

For @lovelyrhink. This was written to cheer her up...and then time and life got away from me! 😆 Regardless, a THOUSAND years later, this will still hopefully bring her some joy as well as anyone else who reads this!

Rating: Explicit (as in sexy times)

Good Mythical Evening: Take Two was a go!

After the sucess of the first Good Mythical Evening, Link and Rhett had pitched the idea of doing it again this year...albeit with less drinking on Link's part.

The crew had already come up with a couple of fun ideas. Shuffleboard game for when certain cocktails were invented, a look at unique sex toys, a how-fast-can-you-blow-up-this-blow-up-doll game - all things they were sure would create the kind of content older viewers who paid to see this event would enjoy.

Tonight, Rhett and Link were testing out a few - seeing what they liked and didn't. Normally the crew would be with them, but the friends really wanted to try them out solo first. Which is probably what led to the trouble in the first place...

Honestly, any time Link decided to give a 'fantastic pitch', Rhett knew it was time to start worrying. This time is no different as Link's eyes sparkle with mirth, "Unusual erogenous zones."

Rhett looks at him with his brows furrowed, "Wait...what?"

"Unusual erogenous zones, brother," Link smacks his arm. They're sitting at the Good Mythical Morning desk, shooting things back and forth and then this comes up, something Rhett can't even begin to understand.

Link decides to enlighten him, "Everybody knows about the nipples, the wiener - stuff like that. But there are a lot of other parts of the body that are reportedly able to get a person going."

"And how're we going to show that, exactly?"

Link's bottom lip sticks out and he just shrugs, "We'll just try 'em on out each other."

"...do you actually listen to the stuff you say, Neal?"

"Hmm?"

"You want us to touch one another's erogenous zones!"

Link rolls his eyes, "Not the serious ones."

Rhett just scoffs and Link just rolls his chair closer, "Look, give me your wrist."

"Which one?"

"Doesn't matter."

Rhett, not seeing the harm in this and also curious enough to give it at least a shot, proffers his right wrist. Link makes sure to hold it from the back, making Rhett's hand turn palm up, his lifeline clearly visible.

Link trails his fingers along it and Rhett bursts into giggles, unable to help himself, "That tickles, man!"

Link beams, "Yeah? And what else?"

"I don't know," Rhett wiggles in his seat, "It feels kinda...weird. LIke...tingly. Don't know if I like it or not."

Link stops moving his fingers and looks up at him, "See? That's one of them."

"One of what?"

Link huffs and draws away, "Here you are - giving me a hard time 'bout the stuff I say and you can't even listen! It's an erogenous zone, Rhett."

Rhett looks at his wrist and then to Link, "My wrist?"

"Anybody's inner wrists. Found this article where there are over thirty-one unusual erogenous zones."

"No shit?" Rhett responds and Link shoots him a look, but he just shrugs, "Going to be cursing a blue streak when we shoot the Evening. Might as well get used to it now."

"Hey, I'm more used to it than I used to be, but, mean..." Link trails off, looking put out and Rhett gets it.

For most of their lives they've avoided using 'potty language', and, even now with their more educated views, it's still a hard pill to swallow.

After all, there are plenty of other words in the English language that have less bite to them. But Rhett knows they'll both have to ramp up it sooner or later, so he doesn't see the harm in starting now.

Regardless, he looks at his wrist again, "Thirty-one, huh?"

Link looks pleased at his pal's interest, "Yeah. You wanna try one on me?"

Rhett gives a little nod and Link beams, turning around until his back faces Rhett, "Then how's about you touch the nape of my neck, McLaughlin?"

Shrugging, Rhett does as asked, trailing his fingers along Link's nape. Link shivers and lets out a little giggle, "Feels purdy darn good. Not puttin' the zinger in my dinger, though."

Rhett laughs loudly and stops, "Alright, what else we got?"

"Scalp." Link turns back, waggling his fingers but Rhett pushes them away, "Already knows that works for me. What else?"

"Oh, I got a goodun'," Link says as he swiftly falls into a crouch at Rhett's feet. Considering his current position, Rhett feels the need to point out that Link said 'unusual' erogenous zones.

He knows well and dandy that what's between his thighs is a great zone and he's about to shy away and voice that when Link's hands tuck neatly beneath Rhett's knees.

He rubs there, the denim of Rhett's jeans doing little to mask the touch and Rhett just goes for what he hopes comes across as a disinterested hum.

Because, okay, this is...good. Rhett can definitely see the appeal here. More so when Link's hands move up to...just run along his upper thighs, to give them just a little squeeze.

And that. Is. VERY. Good.

The warmth of Link's full hands...palms flush against the length of Rhett's thighs, rubbing up and down and up and down and then giving the occasional little squeeze and whoa, hey, did it just get hotter in here?

Rhett's pretty sure the studios' temperature has amped up a couple of degrees, because his face feels...flushed.

And Link, eyes on his task, speaks, "Yeah, so, the article said behind the knees and along the inner thighs, so - wonderin' if the tops are any good too."

The tops are good, Rhett's thoughts sigh (sigh - not moan, gosh darn it) And he's supposed to curse more - even if it's internally, but it's a hard habit to break and Link is still squeezing and that's what's really grabbing ahold of Rhett's unmentionables.

Those intermittent strokes and squeezes from Link's hands. So sure, so confident and it makes Rhett want to squirm, makes him want to ask for Link to dovetail his hands inwards and dance along his inner thighs, but he knows that's a big no, no.

Just as he's thinking about asking Link to move on to save himself any embarrassment, Link's hands move even more northward, finding his hip bones and squeezing there. Squeezing hard.

It takes all of Rhett's willpower not to jut his hips upward into the feeling, essentially pumping his lower half upwards as if they're-! Yeah, this needs to stop.

Rhett opens his mouth only for a choked sound to escape as Link's squeezing hands move down to the tops of his thighs again and then just...slide inward.

Link's hands grace his inner thighs now. Squeezing and rubbing and if Link isn't careful he's going to notice that Rhett's growing the beginnings of a pretty healthy hard-on.

Instead of voicing his inner warning thoughts aloud though, Rhett's open mouth lets out a couple of harsh, panting breaths.

His lanky body begins to bend inward, pleasure spiraling up and down his spine and his head lowers enough that Link can surge up a bit, enough to whisper into his right ear, "How's about you ease your drawers down?"

The question comes out bathed in the honeyed syrup of their natural southern drawl and Rhett finally admits to a moan, one he releases at that request.

He knows what Link's asking for, knows they're moving beyond the unusual erogenous zones and into the very usual ones and he knows he should probably object.

But then Link's face manages to skirt beneath the mass of long curls covering Rhett's face as Link licks at the bottom of his earlobe, sucks at it and Rhett just moans again, nodding weakly.

It doesn't take much for him to rise up and unzip his pants, to tug them low and well past his knees. He keeps his boxer briefs on, although they do little to disguise his interest.

Link doesn't seem to mind, instead going for the sensitive skin beneath the hollow of Rhett's knees again and hoo boy howdy, the difference. One would think the vast array of spry leg hair covering Rhett's body would turn Link off.

But if anything, it seems to reenergize his efforts, fingertips and palms working with more deftness than before. And when they shift up to the tops again, still squeezing and working upwards, Rhett's head tilts back, Adam's apple working.

He lets out a huff and, even through his glazed vision, he catches Link smirking. Saucy lil minx. Rhett would show him place, but, to be honest it's been a long time since he's just given himself over to his own pleasure, his own needs.

As such, he sweeps all of his tumbling hair back with one hand swipe, remarking dryly, "Anywhere else you wanna test?"

Link just hums and his hands swoop up quickly, thumbs pressing on either side of Rhett's bellybutton before pushing down, teasing along the elastic waistband of his underwear before moving back up again.

"Sonuvabitch," Rhett hisses and part of him wants to take Link and toss him over his knees, leaving that backside of his open to the good ol' spanking it clearly deserves. Man's a goddamn tease.

More so when, on the next rotation, one of his thumb's lights over the very sensitive tip of Rhett's dick. It's an unmistakable move, the play of the pad of his thumb circling the protruding head straining against the cotton of his boxer briefs.

Another curse and Rhett's done with playing games, jerking away from Link's touch just enough to rise up and finally remove his underwear as well, to push it down to join his pants around his ankles.

His erection is a thick beast. Now freed from its confines, it bobs a little, the pulse of his strong blood flow through it making it curve up towards his bellybutton, balls drawn tight beneath. They've seen one another naked before, but never like this and one would expect words or snarky remarks or something.

Anything.

But there's nothing past hushed panting and Link's hungry eyes and (while Rhett is one hundred percent positive Link's never done this before) the other man lowers his head and goes at Rhett's length with gusto.

Perhaps too much gusto as he gags at first, taking far too much in. Rhett offers soft sounds of comfort, but it seems as if Link doesn't need them, instead trying again.

He swipes his full tongue around the head of Rhett's cock, tip of his tongue flickering against the slit and its inelegant but probably the most fucking sexy thing Rhett's experienced in his life.

Double when Link draws Rhett's girth into the wide, hot cavern of his mouth once more, doing it a little more smoothly this time. He doesn't jab it down deep as ineffectually as he did the last time, instead working along it as if he's sucking on a popsicle in an obscene manner and Rhett's hands go to Link's hair.

They curl and they tighten and he does his god's-honest-best not to try and control Link's movements, tries not make him go faster or take more, but it's difficult with the sounds Link is making around him. Link just sounds so...slutty.

There's no other word for it. He sounds desperate and he's mewling, and his hands are going for the parts of Rhett he can't fit in and he's working with such enthusiasm that Rhett can't help but groan his name, his hands flexing and unflexing in the salt and pepper mass of Link's hair as he feels his entire body grow taunt, like a bowstring pulled back too far.

His nervous system thrums with need, his belly filled with an anxious excitement and when Link looks up at him, blue eyes wide and with such adoration, Rhett can't help himself. He loses it entirely, cumming with a loud shocked cry.

Normally Rhett is better about warning someone before he-! But it can't be helped. Link's rattled him down to his bones and he erupts. Link, clearly not expecting it, gags again and Rhett's pretty sure he makes a face of disgust as he gets a mouthful of Rhett's spunk, but he's much too lost in the euphoria of his orgasm to care.

He draws air into his lungs raggedly, does his best to come down and he can lightly hear Link complaining through the fuzz of his afterglow. Things like 'tastes gross' and 'like baking soda' and Rhett just breathes in deeply through his nose, awash in pleasure.

He can hear Link scrambling around, no doubt getting some water and by the time he's back in full view Rhett just looks up at him lazily, "Wuz this some kinda plan to seduce me?"

Link is gulping the water and finishes it with a little smack of his lips before he asks, "It work?"

Rhett gestures down to his slowly softening member, "I dunno, you tell me."

"Might'a been," Link returns cheekily and Rhett just huffs out a laugh, before saying softly, "Don't think this is a segment we'll do."

"Which one?" Link asks and he's so cute when he's befuddled, but considering what literally just happened, Rhett can't understand it, "The unusual erogenous zones, man. Don't think you want to blow me in front of a live audience on the internet!"

"Oh, well, we're still doing the segment," Link sips some more water, eyebrows waggling, "Just not here."

"Oh yeah?" Rhett asks and Link just beams, "Toldja, there are thirty-one zones. Got plenty more to go."

Rhett just blinks at him and, without a doubt, he knows he's excited to try every single one of them.

#rhink #my writing #this took faaaaaaaaaaar too long to write #sorry about that lovelyrhink #i pray the wait was worth it

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limelade · 2 years

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test tube reads books all the way through in one go no matter the length. she cannot put the book down once she gets started it is Impossible. will walk around doing other shit and eating and getting crumbs on the pages and shit. the books are never annotated she just reads it all the way theough but she retains basically all of the information. she cant multitask books tho, she has to finish one completely before starting another. tt will reread her favorite books multiple times over i bet she has read her favorites like 50+ times all the way through

cabby cannot read books unless the Conditions are perfect she needs to read whwn she is comfortable and she has all her brightly coloured pens and sticky notes and a warm cup of hot chocolate and she has to annotate everything on every single page. she can think about funny line in book and go ahoho i bet that is on page 76 and she will flop there and be correct. cabby lower drawer filled with books she is reading or in the middle of reading. she probably only reads books all the way through once but if she is nogstalgic she will go and reread her favorite chapters

fan writes and highlights directly in his books. no sticky notes but he will draw silly pictures in the margins. he can stop in between chapters but you can tell the book is On his Mind and he will be soo antsy waiting for the next chance he has to read. he gets reread value from going over his little book doodles and stuff. he points out jokes and will go !!!

cabbys books are probably in the best condition. everything is annotated neatly and if you take all the stickynotes and tabs she painstakingly stuck into them its basically a mint condition new book. fan writes and doodles in his books but he doesnt abuse em either. theyre ok. like thrift store kinda books, he doesnt annotate Everything, and things are lightly highlighted, just things he finds fun or important and his doodles are generally light enough to be erased. test tubes books are so fucked up they are dog eared and bent. the corners are muddy from her dropping em everywhere and she has spilt so much coffee and soup on the pages and there are crumbs and chocolate smears and i think cabbby is considering divorcing her over this.

tt can probably read the fastest. like an insane speed. dyslexia does not slow her down she can get the entire plot downloaded into her brain at once. cabby has to read in complete silence or in like. aesthetic slow classical music. on a table w pen in hand so she can Absorb the info. slow reader but its mostly bc shes color coding her sticky notes and her annotations and her characters. if she was just scanning a book to Get the Plot she can do that pretty quickly. fan can read anywhere as well but if he is distracted he will stop even tho he wants to go back to the book. he is a ok speed reader. he doesnt read nearly as fast as tt but he reads faster than cabby most of the time.

if they were gonna discuss the same book it would mostly bc cabby and fan disagreeing on parts of the book like symbolism or shit or like. character morality. meanqhile tt will listen and wait for an opportunity to infodumo about something unrelated that something else in the book reminded her of

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do you have any advice for digital artist who is just getting started with digital? i have a cheap tablet (wacom) and i use photoshop. thank you!<3 sorry for bad english

ok first of all your english is really good, dont apologize <3 second of all yeah i can give some advice! keep in mind that i am not a professional by any means, im just a 20 y/o who's mostly self taught. took a couple of classes in high school but honestly they didnt teach me much beyond what i already knew unfortunately. still, self taught is something, and clearly my art is decent enough that people enjoy it and are coming to me for advice, so! here's a list of advice i can think of.

stop using photoshop. this might be a bold one to start out with, but don't use photoshop for drawing, man. i know how to use photoshop REALLY well, i'm like taught in it. and that program is ASS even at editing photos, much less drawing. it's outdated and overpriced and really needs to stop being an industry standard. it's one thing if that's the program you've been using for years and you're comfortable with it, but if you're just starting out? ditch that shit. i personally use both sai2 and clip studio paint, but both of those are paid programs. not that i paid for them, but yknow. if you don't want to pirate or pay, some good free programs include krita and sketchbook pro ! also most programs come with a free trial you can test out.

the deform tool is ABSOLUTELY your friend, especially in the sketching phase. the face looks a little off? adjust it a bit instead of redrawing it. make it look perfect. leg not in the proper place? grab it and move it! just keep in mind that you should generally do this before you line/paint/etc. it's best to make these adjustments to the sketch, because oftentimes deforming something will reduce the quality of it. this depends on both the program and the amount of adjustment being done, but as just a general rule best to get this out of the way early on.

flip your canvas. a lot. this will REALLY help you. say you're drawing a guy standing up straight, and you're like huh, this looks kinda weird, but i can't tell why. it just looks super off for some reason. flip the canvas, and i can promise you that that drawing will be leaning all sorts of ways that will be immediately obvious to you once you're looking at it from that angle. make it look good from that angle too and it'll look WAY better from the normal angle.

on the same note, rotate your canvas! it'll really help you out just like rotating a piece of paper when you're drawing traditionally. a lot of people seem to just... not want to do this for some reason? but it's really a big help.

using references isn't just okay, it's something you should ABSOLUTELY be doing. idk why people online used to constantly cry about how using references is cheating, but it's not. using references is a great aid and will drastically improve your art.

use clipping masks !! say, you want to put some sparkles on your character, but you only want them on the character, not the background. instead of tediously going around the character and erasing the leftover sparkles from your brush, you can just make the layer of sparkles a clipping mask above your character layer, and that's it. no cleanup necessary, it'll only be on your character. this is a HUGE help.

experiment with shit!!!! play with brush settings, layer effects, textures, anything. get to know your program, and use everything you have at your disposal. nothing worse than finding out about a feature and thinking 'awh man i wish i knew about this three year earlier' but you just never found it because you never bothered clicking on that button.

i don't have much else at the moment, but if yall have any specific questions go ahead and hit me with em i guess

#kris.txt #ask #anon #art advice #long post

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smokedanced · 2 years

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@lovepurposed sent a whole bunch of questions for the munday meme

Who is your favorite muse, and why? :: you going to make me pick one?! rude! hhhhhh. but different muses are favourites for different reasons! the doctor (both ten on this blog and thirteen) holds a special place, because i’ve roleplayed them - though the regeneration has varied - since 2013. castiel holds a special place because he got me through some rough times and is the fictional character i’ve felt the most connected to. though on this blog specifically, and this is cheating because i am in fact moving her to a singlemuse, shepard is my favourite. if truly picking from muses (who plan to remain on) from this blog, then possibly iris or jillian which i now realise is also kind of cheating as both of them were on single muse blogs before XD iris, maybe then, because she was my first oc on tumblr 9+ years ago, if not counting shep because moving her eventually.

Which of your muses do you relate to the most? :: in personality, edi. to be a walking autistic stereotype and pick the AI. in... some of his trauma, castiel. yes, i get to answer using muses not on this blog, i make the rules :P

Are there any muses that you are uncomfortable writing, but still enjoy? :: like, characters i enjoy i would not write, or muses i write that i am uncomfortable writing? i presume the former! yeah, definitely... i mean, there are characters i love that i just don’t have the inspiration to write (rowena macleod, sam winchester, liara t’soni, saren arterius, i could go on and on and...) but there are, indeed, also characters that i enjoy but am literally uncomfortable writing. some villains are just... too much for me to want to write the pov of? like, homelander. i immensely enjoy him on the boys because he’s a well written villain, but i don’t want to write from his pov. i guess i can excuse cannibalism and murder but draw the line at fascism? all my love for muns who write homelander, btw, this is me saying i would not write his pov, not telling other people shouldn’t (and i will gladly write with a homelander)!

If you could meet one of your muses IRL, who would it have been? :: the doctor, specifically her thirteenth regeneration. she’s my doctor, and i would love to be friends with her.

Who is the most complicated muse of yours and why? :: huh... complicated? as a person, or complicated to write? i presume the former but that’s not something i can answer. everyone is complicated in their own way. complex to write, though? i feel will graham. his pov is super complex for me to get into and portray.

What is your biggest insecurity in your muses? :: that people think my writing is shitty, my portrayal of canon muses is shitty, my ideas for original characters are shitty... i get insecure that people look at a reply i write and think “that’s not at all what that muse is supposed to be like”.

What is your biggest pride in your muses? :: when i have a lot of muse and a lot of Thoughts(tm) about a muse, and keep thinking up little (or big) things to add to their stories. when i feel like a muse is fleshed out.

Quantity or quality? :: quality.

What’s the most difficult thing about being a multi muse blog? :: getting people to fill out the fucking interest tracker XD i’m not even joking. my rules say i’m unlikely to interact unless people fill it out, yet about a tenth of my followers have. “what’s the big deal?” the big deal is that i am insecure, and i never want to feel like i am pushing a muse someone isn’t interested in on them. i don’t want to send a meme unless i know the other mun has interest towards that muse. i don’t want to assume people are interested in all of them without them telling me that.

What is one advice you wish you could give to multi muse blogs? :: em. when adding new muses, add them as test muses unless you’re really sure about it? i feel like this helps me solidify my interest about a muse. i’m not saying it’s wrong for people to add and toss out muses periodically at all, you do you! but i personally want to strive for some sort of consistency? i sometimes have test muse status for a very long time before promoting someone to primary/secondary/tertiary - this helps me make myself less likely to drop a muse that isn’t on test muse status (not saying people are doing smth wrong for dropping muses, again, just i personally dislike doing it with mine).

#lovepurposed #thamk!#; outofsmoke #; mun

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FEBUWHUMP 17

CW: Hostage, interrogation, dubious medical practices, needles, blood

AN: nothing really to say except that this is a pretty heavy chapter. stay safe y'all

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"Cal, I just don't know what to do," Nyxie says, pacing around the living room anxiously, "She's just— stuck in some cell somewhere, and we have no clue where she is! I mean, she could be dead for all we know, and it takes ages for news to travel anywhere! We don't even know—"

"Where she is," Calixto interrupts. It sighs, pulling its coat tighter around itself, even though it must be hot standing there next to the fireplace like that. "Well," it adds, "Em's smart. She's not dead or dyin', I'm sure."

Calixto sounds less sure than it says it is.

Nyxie huffs. "It's just—" she inhales slowly— "She could be anywhere by now. It's been a few days. A lot of people live out in the middle of nowhere like us, and we can't just inspect everyone's places like we're the Royal Guard or something."

Calixto sighs, leaning back on the armchair. "We should really get goin'. It's only been three days, four tomorrow, that's not long enough to get outta the country, at least."

"You sure we can't start now?"

"Do you really want to fall asleep on the road?" A pause. "Exactly."

The two sit there in silence for a while. "You sure Em'll be alright?" Nyxie says.

"I mean, yeah. I trust her with my life, so I trust her with her own."

Nyxie lets out a weak giggle. "You trust her with too much."

Calixto laughs in return. "I mean, I lov— she's my best friend," it says, hoping Nyxie doesn't notice the slip-up.

Nyxie does notice, but doesn't say anything about it. "I guess," she says instead, "She'll be fine. She'll be okay."

"That's the spirit."

"Shut up."

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Emery was, contrary to popular belief, not doing fine at all.

"Look," she said, "Just because I was in town two days before that person died, and left just before, does not mean I killed them."

Their interrogator stares at them, unconvinced. "Then why were there reports of you talking to them just before they ate the food that killed them?"

Emery stares back. "I talked to fricking everyone that day," she says, "and we shared the cookie as well. Why would I do that if I poisoned it?"

"You could've eaten just the non-poisoned part."

"Yeah, but I didn't know!"

"Why did you not die then?"

"I don't know either! I might have the antidote in my blood or something, but I wouldn't know, because no one told me!"

The interrogator stared directly into Emery's eyes right after she said that.

Emery was suddenly incredibly concerned for her future self.

The interrogator suddenly stands up and leaves the cell, making sure to lock the door behind them and consequently leaving Emery alone. She begins to think about what might happen to her. The entire 'antidote-in-her-blood' thing was just to get the guy off her tail for what? Not dying when she was "supposed to"? And now they were actually going to go and test that on her. What would they do to her, anyway? Try to re-poison her? Draw her blood?

Before Emery can go further down that train of thought, though, the interrogator returns, this time with some other person who Emery doesn't recognise. Before she can say anything, the other person strong-arms her out of the cell, firmly disregarding her protests. She can already feel the bruises forming on her skin.

After a while, Emery is tossed onto what looks to be an examination table. She glances around at the room.

Vials containing a suspicious amount of red liquid line the back of multiple glass cabinets along the wall. There's a diagram of the average humanoid brain on the opposite side of the room, with a bunch of notes messily glued on. On the table next to her, there is a concerning amount of needles— fifteen or sixteen, at least— and tiny, unlabelled vials tied with twine to each one. Above the door hangs a set of what Emery thinks are deer antlers, roughly sawed off at the bases. Emery stares for a second longer. Why were they looking for a pair of off-season antlers? They can be gathered quite easily at the right time of year.

The other person moves into Emery's vision, and she starts to turn her head to talk to them. Before she can do that, though, someone who she assumes is the interrogator forces her head to turn straight up to the ceiling. "Don't move," they hiss.

Emery, who actually has self-preservation today, decides to stay still.

The other person, in the time that Emery didn't see them, has donned a white labcoat, covered in dubious stains that she doesn't really want to think about. They pick up a large syringe and hold it menacingly over Emery.

"Now," they say, "I'll be taking out a little blood for your services."

"I didn't agree to be here," Emery protests, "And that's a big syringe you got there."

The person gives her a grin. It doesn't reach their eyes. "For that," they say, "What if, say, I take out a little more than usual?"

Emery pales. She doesn't say anything else.

After a minute of agonising waiting, the person jabs the needle into their arm, before pulling a bit out.

Then a bit more.

This doesn't stop until a while later.

Emery exhales sharply as the needle finally leaves her skin. "What the heck?" she mutters.

The others don't hear her, thankfully, and instead seem to be testing something out in the background. After a bit, though, someone sees her, then, without a word, starts to drag her back.

Emery closes her eyes and starts to try to breathe properly. That had been an ordeal. She did hope that her friends would come for her soon.

Right now, though, she really just wanted to sleep.

#flowers.docx #febuwhumpday17 #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #cw hostage #cw interrogation #cw medical #cw needles #cw blood

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