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crucifiedfaerie · 6 months

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Gods & Monsters ༉₊˚✧

GodOfDeath!Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader AU

(THIS IS A DARK!FIC PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS AND THE AUTHORS NOTE BEFORE PROCEEDING !!!)

➴ Summary: Death has followed you like a shadow your entire life. After losing everything, you call out to him in a moment of desperation. Maybe that was his plan all along.

➴ Word Count: 2.2k

➴ Warnings: 18+ MDNI under any circumstances, DARK!FIC, fem!reader, dom!kylo, a lot of angst, BLOOD, major and minor character death, reader is suicidal, kylo is the god of death, kylo is obsessive, selfish, and manipulative, stalker!kylo, reader is naïve, a little soft!kylo bc he loves her but again he's selfish so should i really call it that ??, soul selling, SMUT (manipulation therefore DUB-CON, very rough sex, unprotected PiV sex, sadist!kylo for a second ??, naked sub/fully clothed dom, dacryphilia kind of, light bruising, blasphemy and sacrilege), typos probably

➴ Taglist: ( @enviedear @capitanostella @teapartydreams )

A/N: guys did i just lowkey write a snuff fic? maybe. (yes) its left up to you to decide if this has a happy ending or not. kylo is selfish and manipulative, yeah, but hes also sexy and in love so idek how to feel myself. @enviedear and i have been playing around with the idea of godofdeath!kylo in our dms so special thanks to liv my beloved <3 i hope you guys enjoy and i also completely understand if some of you aren't chill with the themes of this fic.

It appeared that death followed you wherever you went, trailing behind you like an invisible shadow you couldn't escape. It started when you were younger with any pet you would get mysteriously dying, you don't know when but at some point you had given up on trying to keep them. Friends and family followed suit over the years, all of them as tragic as the last one. It was as if Death was puppeteering your life, tugging on the strings that held your heart together... and you didn't quite understand why.

You couldn't seem to remember what it was you'd been thinking about on your walk home. Maybe it was what your mother had decided to make for dinner. You stared at the pot still boiling in the eerily quiet kitchen. Or perhaps it was how you had promised your sister you'd play with her when you came home. Your eyes darted to the toys that had been carelessly scattered over the floor of your family's shared bungalow, noticing how a light mist of crimson coated them.

You tried to remember, but one singular word kept interrupting your thoughts. Blood. All you could smell... was blood.

You tried to scream but it was as if the air had been stolen from your lungs. All you could see was red. Red. Red everywhere. On the floors. On the walls. When you saw them, the shriek that escaped your heaving chest pierced the silence of your home, bouncing off the walls and ringing in your ears.

Your family was dead. Slaughtered and discarded on the floor as if they were simply livestock.

As you backed away, you nearly slipped in the puddle you realized you were standing in. The sticky, wet sound your shoes made as you moved was revolting and you felt acid burning at your throat. You stumbled into the living room, just barely making it to the soft carpet before falling to your knees. You heaved, but nothing happened, your empty stomach having nothing for your body to forcibly expel.

You collapsed to the floor, body wracked with sobs. You screamed and screamed until you thought your vocal cords might tear.

Gone. They're all gone.

You don't know how long it had been. Maybe hours, maybe days. You laid there, your screams subsided to sobs and you wanted nothing more than to be with them... No, you wanted to be them.

Why couldn't it have been me? Why my mother? Why my sister? Please, I just want to die. Please Please.

For what felt like an eternity, you silently begged for death. How ironic, you thought, that you begged for the thing that had taken everything from you. You had already dealt with plenty of loss to last you several lifetimes, and now you had lost the last two people you loved. There was no physical pain on this planet that would ever compare to what you felt now. You only wanted it to be over.

You saw something out of the corner of your eye. A tall, dark figure, lurking in the shadowy corner of the room. You looked up, attempting to blink the tears from your raw eyes, unable to make out any distinct features of the being that stood before you.

"You- Did you do this?!" You sobbed. "Did you k-kill my..." You couldn't even say it. If you said it out loud, that meant it was real.

The figure stepped forward, allowing light from the window to cast down upon him. Your teary eyes widened as you realized who this man... this being, was. The aquiline nose, dark locks, and scar that trailed down his cheek you'd recognize anywhere. Kylo Ren, the God of Death, stood before you. You had only heard of him in legends, but he was even more marvelous looking in person.

"I do not take. I only collect." Ren said firmly, yet a hint of compassion laced his words, making you feel... safe? In any other situation, you would have laughed at the idea of feeling safe around the literal personification of death itself, but you were in no mood for laughing. He continued. "I hear souls call out to me, and I answer."

"My family... who did this? Why wasn't I-" You choked out, weakly pointing to the adjacent room behind you. You began to sob again, feeling hot tears run down your face.

"Raiders..." Ren knelt on the floor in front of you, getting down to your level before continuing. "Sweet, mourning lamb, there's nothing you could have done. They went quickly, I made sure of that." He reached out a large hand to gingerly wipe the tears from your face, and you melted into the divine warmth of his fingers.

"Did you come b-back for me too? Please, I don't want to be here anymore- I can't do it without them, please! I'm nothing!" You begged him through sobs.

"Not to me." Ren sighed calmly, a sympathetic smile resting on his expression. "I do not answer the calls of souls whose time are not up... but you're different, special..." He trailed off, his voice still firm but sounding like he was was pondering something.

"I don't understand..." Your voice was just above a whisper.

Ren paused for a moment, the two of you sitting in silence as his dark eyes scanned yours. He held out his hand to you and finally spoke. "I want you to join me. Let it all die, let everything go, and I will give you what you so wish for."

Your eyes widened at his request, staring into his intense gaze. "Join you?" You croaked.

He nodded slightly. "Rule by my side, little lamb. I feel so drawn to you, I always have... And I know you've felt it too." His tone was soft, but there was a small shred of desperation there.

"And everyone I love? My family and friends?... Will I see them again?" You began to turn your head to look at the door to the kitchen, but a strong hand grabbed your chin at light speed, turning your head to look at him again.

"No- You're still... Holding on! Let go!" Ren raised his voice, startling you. He was inches from your face and his eyes were filled with pure panic, as if he were afraid you were changing your mind.

Memories of your family and friends played like a movie reel in your head. So many moments that you'd never get back. They were gone, and you'd never see them again. What's done is done and you had nothing now.

But as you stared into Ren's wild, dark eyes, you saw an offer being handed to you that you couldn't refuse. An option to never be alone again. To forget every detail of your life as it stands. To not feel the pain that laid so heavily on your heart and soul.

I understand.

You inhaled sharply before placing your shaking and much smaller hand in his. "I'll join you." You said it so quietly, you weren't sure if he had even heard it.

Ren certainly did, however, and within seconds he pounced, closing the gap between you. It was as if your words were an invitation he had been eagerly waiting for and his warm lips crashed into your cold, trembling ones. You felt every emotion at once coursing through your body, and you thought you might spontaneously combust at any moment.

The kiss of death.

He did not pull away though, he only continued to kiss you with more urgency. He pushed you backwards until your back was pressed against the plush carpet. When you touched him, he felt like he was made of marble. As if you needed any more emphasis on the fact that this was no human man that loomed over you.

Ren's large hands began to explore your body, his fingers running along your sides, causing a warm bolt of electricity to shoot through your core. You instinctually moaned against his mouth, and you felt him smirk.

He trailed his mouth down your neck, leaving red and purple marks, before pulling away to admire his work. "You already look so divine in this life... I can't begin to imagine what you'll look like in the next." Ren's voice was low, smooth, and his words dripped with honey. It elicited another moan from you, causing him to let out a dark chuckle.

At near light speed, he practically ripped your clothes off, pulling your shirt over your head first before making quick work of your pants and underwear. You were left naked and writhing on the floor as you watched him work at his belt, kneeling over you.

You couldn't help but think of how morally wrong this all was. This was no simple kiss of death... No, this was blasphemous. Sacrilegious in every sense of the word and you... loved it. You loved how your body betrayed you every chance it got, ignoring every single alarm bell that rang in the part of your brain that clutched onto what little was left of your sanity. It was exhilarating.

With quick fingers, Ren freed his cock from the confines of his pants, causing it to spring upwards. You marveled at him, wondering if maybe this was his weapon of choice. Maybe he would impale you on his dick and literally fuck you to death. You saw him smirk as if he had heard your thought. He most certainly did.

You watched, your body trembling, as he lined himself up with your entrance. Ren did not give you a moment to think before slamming himself into you, bottoming out within seconds. Your view of him was clouded by white-hot stars and he watched as your face contorted from the pain and pleasure of being split in two by him.

Ren's thrusts were erratic, unrelenting as he plowed into your cunt. His fingers dug into your hips, surely leaving bruises... not that it would matter tomorrow. You were completely cock drunk, under some divine spell he had surely cast over you. "Feels... s-s-so.... g-" You trailed off, lost in the violent pleasure he inflicted on your small frame.

He chuckled at your futile attempt to form a sentence. "Look at you, little lamb. Already coming undone at my hand. You want release so badly don't you?" His voice was full of compassion but his words were laced with darkness.

You knew it wasn't only your impending climax that he was referring to. You whined, your eyes welling with tears as you nodded frantically. "Please." You let out in a choked sob.

Ren let out a moan and angled his hips to thrust into you deeper, hitting your g-spot again and again with each erratic snap of his hips. He leaned down slowly, his hair tickling your cheek. "Then let go, sweet thing. Let everything go." He whispered in your ear.

You became putty in Ren's hands as you came, clenching around his cock as he continued to violently plow into you. His lips found yours and he kissed you with wild desperation. After a few more thrusts, he followed suit, bottoming out one last time and letting out a groan as he came deep inside of your cunt.

As you came down from your high, you watched hazily as he fumbled with something on the side of his belt. Ren looked down at you with adoration, and with a swift movement of his hand, you felt ice-cold metal pressed against your naked chest.

When you looked down, it took you a moment to process what had happened. Ren had impaled you through the chest with his lightsaber... yet you felt no pain. Only an intense warmth that radiated through every cell of your body.

Your eyes darted up to his face, illuminated in the crimson glow of his weapon. His expression was soft, attentive. You tried to speak but only a choked whine came out, the air having been stolen from your lungs by the fiery plasma that crackled inside of you.

Ren quickly brought his hand up to hold the side of your face, wiping stray tears and gently stroking your jaw with his thumb. You didn't even realize you had started crying again and you began to taste copper. "Shhh, don't be frightened my mourning lamb. It will all be over soon, just let go... Let go, and you will be mine forever..." His voice was deep but it had a sickeningly sweet quality to it.

You couldn't fully decipher what he was saying, so you focused on how nice he sounded instead. How merciful, you thought, for this voice to be the last one you'd ever hear on this mortal plane.

Your vision began to tunnel in on Ren's face. You thought you heard him call you his mourning lamb. What was it you were mourning again? You couldn't seem to remember what originally got you into this situation. You couldn't seem to remember anything. Anything besides Kylo Ren, that is.

"Finally... At last, you are mine."

The last thing you saw was the smile on his face. There was something... dark about it. His eyes were intense and he looked excited, as if he were finally getting something he'd been waiting ages for. Before you could dwell on it for too long though, everything went black.

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shadyauthor · 10 months

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Strings of their hearts 💕 CH 5

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Waking up, you covered your eyes with your hand at the sudden change of lighting to your eyes. This was weird, you knew the light from your window did shine on your face when you laid in bed in the mornings but it was never this bright. Now that you think about it, what is with all the sounds? All the colors? Why did everything sound so muffled? You rubbed your face, slowly sitting up and realized you were surrounded by people...or rather..puppets.

You closed your eyes and tried to focused on what they were saying to the best of your ability "-dearie are you okay?" You looked up and focused your eyes on the..extremely tall red big bird look-alike??? Where in the fiddly diddly were you? Wait....did your brain just correct fiddly diddly to fiddly diddly?? WHAT IS HAPPENING WHY CANT YOU SAY FIDDLY OR DIDDLY? NOOO.

Oh wait you forgot what was happening for a second, "who- who are you???" You asked, looking up at the 3..puppets? Puppets. Standing around you, "see? I told you I saw 'em hit their head hard, not even two steps out the door and they went falling harder than a tree in timber season, they can't even remember our names!" The orange one said in a worried tone to the other two. Wait a minute....this guy looked AND sounded like that guy from the game you were playing, did you fall asleep and now your having a lucid dream of a dating sim game because your lonely and have nothing else in your life better to do??....likely. Figuring this WAS a dream, you decided to make the best of it "Wait a minute..no no...I remember you! Eddie? Right?" You said looking to your right up at him "Phew I was worried there for a bit, guess you were just still wakin' up! You've been out for a good few hours now, Howdy is on his way right now with a med kit, we didn't know if you were goin' to need it or not" He sighed in relief before rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

You smiled, grateful for their kindness "Thank you, I don't remember what happened, I barely remember what I ate this morning....your Poppy right??" You looked to the much taller puppet that was standing directly in front of you, you needed to make sure that you matched the names to the faces, even though this is a dream, if you embarrassed yourself here you wouldn't never live it down when you woke up. "Yes dear! Thank the stars you remembered, we didn't know what we were gonna do if you couldn't remember anything, we've been very worried. Here, let me help you up, no use in staying on the floor and getting uncomfortable, let's go inside" she held out her wing? For you. You looked at it for a moment before taking it hesitantly and letting them lead you into your 'home', it took you a moment to remember there was a third puppet walking with you and you decided to look at them and see if you could remember their name...but when you looked to them they were already staring at you?? Awestruck??? Nah that part must be your brain making something up, though it wouldn't be that odd considering it was your dream. But what was even more odd was, you haven't seen this character before? Was your brain making up more characters or do you just not remember them?

"Hey...I don't seem to remember your name? I'm sorry" you said, looking to the individual, for some reason, with the way the other two were looking at the third colorful and interesting puppet, they didn't seem like the type to be this quiet? Maybe they were nervous "oh haha, I haven't introduced myself to you yet, I was going to yesterday but it got to dark and you went home before I could" they said, nervously fidgeting their fingers and moved around your house slightly but never straying to far from the group, guess they weren't the type to stay still for very long. "My name is Sally! Sally Starlet" she seemed to be getting more and more energetic by the second the more comfortable she got, even with the noticeable red dusting onto her cheeks. "Oh! Sorry I didn't know, maybe I did hit my head hard" in exchange you gave her your name, she said it a few times, trying it out as it rolled out of her mouth almost naturally like she's known you for years, you already loved how she said your name, it made you feel at home.

"No worries! Hey, I like your home, it looks very nice in here, are these all you in these photos?" She said while looking at the framed photos that lined along the wall in your hall with her arms crossed behind her back,

You looked at the photos the decorated almost every inch of your hall. You didn't recognize anyone in the photos, though you deeply felt like you were supposed to, everything started to feel wrong you didn't belong here, you have to g-

And just as soon as the thought came, it left. You didn't remember what she asked, you nodded hoping it would be a good enough answer for whatever she asked you. She smiled at you and continued looking at the pictures with her hands behind your back, you continued to stare, the two other puppets sharing a confused and concerned look as you spaced out before the third spoke up "you look very different! But you still look just as nice, magnificent even!" She said, putting her hand over her heart as if posing dramatically.

All four of you heard knocking on the front door of what was supposed to be your house. Eddie got up to answer the door, smiling all the way and as soon as he opened the door, a giant MAN HOO BOY- excuse me I mean, an extremely tall green man with antennas and....FOUR??? ARMS?? oh and four legs, basically burst into your home, worry visibly all over his face "who got hurt? Is everyone one okay? what's happening?!" He bombarded question to no one specifically, worried that someone got seriously hurt

"Howdy!" Sally jumped in joy, grabbing onto howdys arm and pulling him over to where you were seated "I maybeeee exaggerated what happened...just a little" she pinched her fingers together, but it was clear she gave him almost an entirely different story "so our new neighbor didn't actually fall down a flight of stairs and then their porches flight of stairs and rip their legs seams?" He looked at Sally, clearly upset she got him so worried over something that could've been so minor. "Wellllll" she rocked on her feet, hands behind her back and looking anywhere but you and the three puppets staring at her "t-they fell in their doorway and fell unconscious atleast! Isn't that atleast half as bad??" She tried to reason, well, it was almost as bad because you could have a concussion but at least your legs were still stitched to your body- wait what??....??

You shook your head, your thoughts becoming fuzzy, where were you again? Oh right. "Come here sweetheart let me check your head" Poppy said, southern love dripping from each word, almost making your face turn red. She gently took the medical box from a still confused...Howdy? Right? Yeah, Howdy. He stood there, watching as Poppy took the container from his hands before turning to talk to Eddie, seemingly asking him what happened. Wow you really need to stop staring, its rude and its getting creepy, you shook your head before turning to Poppy and letting her examine you to make sure you were okay, "Well aren't you a tough little cookie" she said while gently patting your head with her soft fluffy wing "you don't have a single scratch" she said smiling down at you, and oh my god she was so fluffy all you wanted to do was hug her and just stay there till you fell asleep, so much so you started to unconsciously move to hug her, shoving your face onto her neck full of feathers, your arms open wide on both sides of her, to small to fully hug her, this was heaven, absolute heaven.

You just stayed there, rubbing your head into her feathers gently, to caught up in your own little world you didn't notice both of her wings draping over you like a giant warm fluffy blanket, to caught up in your world you didn't notice the audibly loud muffled sigh of relief you let out as you were practically laying on the bird, to caught up in this absolute heaven you didn't notice how the room fell silent, so caught up in your own little world you didn't realize how you drifted off to sleep and was being carried away now..

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Boy, that took me a month to make😔 anyways, thank you EVERYONE for following and liking my au and story so far, its amazing how much attention this is getting already and it makes me so happy

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dooppooo · 2 years

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7H and tsukishima? or if not him, Jean? hope you're well!!

mdni - characters are 18+, unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamic, mild choking, manhandling, tsukki is kind of an asshole hehe

Requests Open!

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Figured the idea I had swirling in my head for this would suit Tsukki better! And all is well thx for asking <33

"He said he'd be home soon, you can sit on the couch."

Kei was his name? You couldn't quite remember. All of your brother's volley ball friends seemed to blur together. You've seen that blonde head of hair more than once but somehow you still can't attach a name to it. It was too late to ask anyway, it might deter him from coming and seeing Yamaguchi again.

The love seat next to the recliner you lounged in was occupied by a stoic young man. His glasses perched on his nose and one ankle dangling from his opposite knee as he scrolled on his phone. You took this opportunity to study him and see if anything in particular would have you stringing together his name. Though it seemed you studied without worry of him noticing, because once your eyes traced back up to his face his Amber gaze was locked onto yours.

"Is something wrong?" He wondered flatly.

You shook your head, "Nope," then your lack of hospitality sprung you from the couch, "Water? Tea? Maybe milk?"

"Milk?"

You motioned with you hand as you sauntered toward the kitchen, "Yeah, you're pretty athletic and milk keeps your bones strong - never mind."

He hummed awkwardly and requested some water, turning back to his phone and surely typing furiously to Yamaguchi to hurry and get home to save him from his peculiar older sister. When you returned with his tea he barely mumbled a thank you, eyes not peeling from his screen once. The groan that followed a few minutes later explained his insistent typing.

"He said he's stuck in traffic and won't be home for another hour."

"How did that happen?"

He tossed his phone onto the cushion beside him and leaned his weight against the arm of the couch, "Apparently Tanaka took a wrong exit coming back and now they're inching along the highway on their way home like everyone else."

You kissed your teeth and commented sarcastically, "Looks like you're gonna have to hang out with me," wiggling a brow his direction.

Why he didn't strike you as the light hearted type earlier you weren't sure, but it seemed to penetrate this time around when he sunk further into the cushions with pink cheeks. Filled with embarrassment, you retreated back into your recliner and nervously picked at your nails while you thought of a way to eliminate some of the weirdness. You figured this time could be used to get to know him a little better - actually learn his damn name!

"Cards? Do you know how to play Uno?" You suggested with a weak grin.

He agreed with a nod, so you darted for the closet down the hall filled with hosting materials. There were extra chairs, a folding table, games, disposable silverware, the list goes on. Unfortunately, over the years the closet had gotten messy from neglect, meaning the shelve exclusively for board games was now housing other miscellaneous items. The search for the cards was far more difficult than need be, and you nearly called it quits and left to ask your guest what other games he'd like...until you looked up.

There on the top shelf, the red and black box stared down at you mockingly. Surely your dad or even Yamaguchi who barely had a few inches on you had tossed them up there, damming them from your reach. And just your luck, the step ladder meant to be in the closet was missing. Your options were limited: ask him if he wanted to play a different game, scale the shelves, or....

ask for his help to reach them.

You couldn't help but notice his height when he first arrived, so he'd easily be able to retrieve the cards, but there was already so much tension that asking for his help would only make things worse.

Or maybe it was time to stop letting the tension get the best of you and break the seal. Besides, it wasn't like you were asking for anything extravagant!

Still, your hands shook and knees trembled when you stepped back in the living room to pop the question.

"Would you, uh, mind giving me a hand?"

Reluctantly, he agreed.

So you both huddled into the closet, and even on his toes he struggled to reach the game. For a second his shirt revealed a sliver of his lower abdomen, and you felt like a mirror image of him as you looked away with flaming skin.

"Got it." He strained.

But as he came down from his tip toes, he stumbled, causing a domino effect. First it was him bumping into you, then you bumping into the wall, then the wobbly hall table crashed and tipped over outside the closet, trapping you two in. Everything that could go wrong, went wrong.

You tried to slam your shoulder into the door, but the table was just too heavy. Even he gave it a try, knowing he'd be much stronger than you, but it just wouldn't budge.

Your fingers tangled into your hair stressfully, "This can't be happening!"

Your brother's friend didn't seem to be feeling any different, pressing his back into the wall and lolling his head back in defeat. Both of you queried the other about possibly having a phone to use, but both devices sat beyond the confines of the closet, only adding to the deep feeling of defeat you both shared.

So you both silently stood in the closet, clearly crumbling under pressure from the intense awkwardness, and twiddling your thumbs. Your options were very limited, so was your space, and your attention span. What ever could you do?

Well...you could organize a bit!

Seeing as this whole mess happened since the closet was an unorganized trap, it only made sense to try and put things back in order. You started with some of the items within reach - stacking the paper plates, gathering the disposable cups, that sort of thing. One cup in particular has strayed far from its group on the floor, so to retrieve it you had to hinge at the hips, making a fatal mistake.

Your skirt had drifted upwards and exposed a sliver of your ass and womanhood, which was instantly observed by bourbon eyes paired with a small gasp. Shooting up and whipping around to face him, you asked what ailed him.

"You're not wearing any panties." He blurted out - flabbergasted.

Once his words registered, your throat clenched, stomach churned, and your face began to steam. No matter what positive efforts you made to make the wait for your brother more tolerable, it only seemed to worsen the situation! And there was no way it could get any worse than you basically flashing yourself. It was only uphill from there.

"I - oh God - I'm so -" you tugged your skirt down to cover more of your thighs, mindlessly babbling in an attempt to apologize.

Two large hands grasped the collar of your shirt and ripped it down under your chest, your tits spilling out.

"I knew it..." he grumbled.

Both arms flew to cover your chest with an astonished gasp. The last thing you were expecting was for him to move so boldly, suddenly demolishing this wall that contained the innocent brother's best friend.

"Oh don't hide now, this is exactly what you wanted sweetheart." His hands pried your arms from your chest, nipples stiffening from the breeze they were suddenly exposed to.

You pressed your wrists against his grip, "Ugh! You horny son of a bitch!"

A smirk appeared on his dimly lit features before one hand shot for your center, "Mm, seems I'm not the only horny son of a bitch here." His fingers slipped between your folds, coating themselves in your glaze before shoving them past your glossed lips.

The level of embarrassment you felt was incomparable to anything you've ever experienced - the exception being the lust keeping your core slippery. For some moments you felt you were dreaming, your brain mushing, but when his fingers pressed against the back of your tongue and forced a gag from you, reality came crashing down.

"What got you so hot and bother anyway? Was it just being near me?Just being...so damn close." With each word his figure closed in on yours, lips ghosting over your cheek and his eyes boring into your own.

The hand that once held your wrist so tightly now traced the waves of your body until it found itself being warmed by your cunt, "Because I feel the same way princess. So let's cut the shit," soft circles were pressed into your clit and even softer kisses littered your jaw, "we both know the best way to pass the time, and it's not playing cards."

Your knees wobbled as your nectar trailed down your thighs, moaning against his fingers.

"So Goddamn wet, I've barely even touched you." He teased in your ear, nipping at the skin beneath it.

The once drafty closet transitioned into a sauna leaving you both panting and clothes sticking to your searing skin. But there was one heat between your legs that could only be alleviated by a more intense touch.

"More.." you slurred against his digits, swirling your tongue around them. He tsked you, demanding you use your manners and letting his fingers relocate to your jaw, "Please! More." Your hips ground against his other palm.

"Say my name."

He could feel your spine stiffening beneath his touch, but not your heart plummeting into your stomach. However, there wasn't much time to process your despair because his hand slid down to your throat and began to squeeze threateningly.

"I-I don't-" the words rasped out.

That was all that needed to be said.

His touch left your body along with his smirk; returning was the empty eyes and expression. Silence bestowed the air between you - minus your staggered breathing - as a disappointed glare shot down onto you from above, leaving your knees weak for an entirely other reason.

"Tsukishima."

In a single second you were spun around and slammed against the wall, skirt flipped up. You yelped at the suddenness, but there was no part of you that felt threatened, if anything your desire tripled. Another yelp and Tsukishima's cock was bullied into you. Leaving you no time to adjust or for air to return to your lungs, the blonde man slammed his hips into yours over and over again.

"Say it."

Your throat was dry, but you still croaked out, "Tsukishima!"

You couldn't see it, but you knew that smirk was plastered back on his face. And your poor face was being smushed further into the dry wall along with the rest of your body, your cunt being the epicenter of pleasure and endorphins.

"Yeah - that's it. Take it."

That's exactly what you did. You took every stroke, thrust, and inch of him, because that exactly what you wanted when you decided not to wear panties that evening. Sure the chances of him making an advance was slim to none, but the odds were in your favor and you'd be damned if you let a second of it go to waste. Soon your tits were subject to his ministrations, groped harshly while he still split you in half from behind.

The river that your impending orgasm was, was rushing toward a weak set of flood gates, just a few ruts away from being destroyed by your rush.

"Right there! Oh God - Tsukki!"

And the gates collapsed, unleashing your high and consequently leaving you limp. Thankfully, the experienced player kept you from rolling onto the floor, but only weakened your muscles more as he used you to chase his own climax.

Just in time he pulled himself from you, pinning your skirt to your lower back to paint his load across your backside, sighs and grunts accompanying it.

Not long after he found himself just as weak as you, leaning his full weight into you and sandwiching you between the wall and his frame. His head fell to your shoulder and one hand propped itself above you two. Both of you panted in exhaustion, biding your time until your muscles gained enough strength to move.

Or until your brother came home and moved the table to reveal that his best friend had fucked his sister.

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hanyohime · 4 years

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Theory #2 My First Episode/Season One Opening observations:

Like many of you Inuyasha/Yashahime fans out there, I too got a little emotional during the first episode when we saw Inuyasha and crew. Besides some nit picky animation things I noticed, like the OG crew looking much younger in some angles or less line detail on characters than the OG show. I love how vibrant the colouring is, how smooth the action scenes are and the more detailed the scenery is.

I was so surprised how they started off the show! The girls already knowing eachother and such. It's an interesting foundation to build on, as there are already so many unanswered questions, and it makes me want more urgently. I feel like it was a good move for Sunrise, as they now have a new generation of audience interested in what's going to happen next. Because what the fuck is going on!?

I won’t be doing a whole overview of the first Ep., just ramblings on what I noticed. Warning there will be potential SPOILERS as I have theories that tie into clips from the Ep. 2’s trailer.

So we are introduced to the owl demon named Yotsume or his human disguise name is Soukyu, master of the tea ceremony. To me he seems like a quiet observer, an opportunist, as well as a skilled manipulator. He was able to make his way though the house of the Shogun Ogigayatsu Hiiragi Danjo and basically became his advisor without revealing his identity... until Moroha showed up.

Since Yotsume has shapeshifting abilities, the elderly man could be just ONE of his personas and so much like Naraku I feel like he will cause a lot of problems for our girls in their quest for truth. However he is familiar with Moroha and she to him. I believe they have a cat and mouse kind of relationship. There must be some kind of hearty bounty on him for Moroha to be so excited to dispatch him as soon as she makes out his scent. But she may have been trying to catch him for some time and enjoys the chase.

In the scene where the piece of Root Head left behind fuses with the sacred tree, we can see a shady four eyed owl demon, well at least I'm pretty sure it's him, flying away. I have a feeling Yotsume placed that piece there purposefully, but what his motives are remain unknown for now, but I have some thoughts on it.

I believe he knows the area well and had been observing the OG crew for years, I even think through part of the Naraku saga as well. He said in the first episodes he heard rumors of a priestess who passed through a well and other information about our OG crew and their adventures.

He's an information gatherer, he must roam from village to village to hear all of those rumors until he found Kaedes village. I'm not sure what his angle is yet and he may not quite be the main antagonist, but I feel like he is pulling the strings in a way. Perhaps Root Head itself spoke to Yotsume and they formed some kind of pact? Maybe their goal is to alter the past to obtain the sacred jewel once again? I dunno.

Usually the antagonists are featured in the intro’s with dark colours, such as purple, black, deep blues and red's like Naraku and spawn. However, Yotsume is not even in the intro... or is he?

Axlebeats on YouTube pointed out that his Yotsumes shape shifting may be limited as even in human disguise he was unable to conceal his four eyes, he had to wear a hat to cover. But we do not see a four eyed demon and I just find it odd that he wouldn't be featured in the intro if he played such a big roll in the OG crews disappearances

In all the Inuyasha intros only the most significant characters for the season are featured. Or maybe Yotsume can conceal his eyes and he is one of the 3 new characters in the intro. Then again not even Kagome is featured among other characters.

These new characters seem to fit that spot of the antagonist in the opening. The man I presume is owner of the ‘corpse house’ and this other mystery character, who I still am not quite sure is a man or a woman?

SuprisingIy the tanuki demon Takeichyo is apart of this group. So he could very well be apart of the antagonist crew or affiliated with them. If this is the case I feel like slowly as the series goes on, his alleiegence will change over as he builds relationships with our main girls through their adventures.

In the Opening we can see the girls battling with mysterious demons in the intro as well. The first one is noted to have roots and the others manifest afterwards which is curious. I feel like this is Root heads doing, like Naraku creating minions do his bidding.

Moroha will most likley be meeting her paternal family next episode and I can’t deal. With this, I will start off with a theory that makes me want to cry. So the show to me has already highlighted a few times that Moroha has a very keen sense of smell. So if Moroha were to smell something of Kagomes in modern times, and if one of my alternate theories of Kagome being trapped in the actual tree/time tunnel is true, maybe Moroha can smell her while she passes through the tunnel!

I can imagine as she goes back through to feudal Japan she will smell something familiar in the void they pass through. It's either that or Inuyasha because if she was left with the robe of the fire rat then she may be more familiar with Inuyasha's scent than anyone elses.

With that being said. I have a feeling that my alternate theory of Jaken being the green pearl may be more plausible? Or maybe a more significant character (no offense to Jaken fans) like Kouga is the Green pearl. They focus solely on the 3 pearls in the opening theme. I had previously thought Kagome to be the green pearl but my theory that she may just be trapped in the sacred tree/time tunnel seems more likely now. She's too major of a character to not be a significant objective for the show but I think it will take a few seasons for us to figure out where she is. Granted none of the other pearls are featured in the intro.

It's officially been established that Towa has the silver pearl, Setsuna has the Yellow/gold pearl and Moroha has the red pearl. Towa and Setsuna BOTH have glowing eyes which now I feel confident saying that they have pearls in there just like Inuyasha. Note how Setsuna has a yellow glow and Towa has a white glow, corresponding with the pearl they possess.

I don't necessarily think the eye/glow is a portal itself but I believe they trigger the time traveling in some way while being close to the sacred tree. It seems that whatever power comes from these pearls will powerboost the weapons the girls have.

I think Moroha and Hisui are the only ones who will be able to use the pearls externally, while it appears that Setsuna and Towa have their pearls trapped in there eye opposite eyes, Setsunas on the right and Towas on the left. At some point they will be able to use their abilities.

I believe Hisui will have strong spiritual capabilities like his father, which now makes sense as to why he would wear prayerbeads, other than being a token from his father. I think Miroku left that with him to protect him from evil during the night of the fire.

Another reason I feel that Hisui is more spiritually inclined is a scene in the first episode, in the flashback where he is a baby. As Kagome, the twins, Sango and Hisui are passing a tree in the village that Yotsume is perched on, Hisui starts to cry, and only stops when Yotsume flys away. I found this really interesting as Sango and Kagome, who have trained in sensing demonic energy for years, didn't seem to notice his presence at all. I was especially surprised kagome did not notice something at least. But If I am going along with the theory that Hisui having the blue pearl which is Miroku, I would assume it would increase his spiritual abilities, perhaps he is able to fuse this with Hiraikotsu's miasma purifying abilities?

Thats all I got for now!

Cutting it close! Only a few hours away till the next episode but had to get it out 😅

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authorized-trash · 5 years

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To Tie A Knot: Chapter 1: Damian's Despair

Here we go-

Summary: When Damian woke up to his fatestring severed, he knew to expect fate to reassign him a soulmate. What he didn't expect was to wake up to four of them. (DLAMP)

Trigger Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, house fire, burning, sirens, pain, minor character death, death of a parent, foster care system, compulsive lying (There may be more)

Word Count: 1,393 Words

Note: This chapter was kinds delayed due to some issues with technology. I planned on 2000 words, but it just didn't work out that way. I hope this isn't underwhelming, you'll get the other's POV and background in the next chapter.

It was hot.

It was really, really hot.

Damian's clothes stuck to his slim figure as he tossed and turned in his sleep, desperate to find the sweet relief of slumber. It never came.

The seven year old listened to the sound of nearing sirens, wondering who they could be for. His mother had told him when he was even younger, when he heard a siren, it meant someone was going to be saved. Damian had prodded further,

'Saved from what, mama?' He had asked that morning, shoveling rice krispies into his mouth.

'All kinds of things babe. If you're in danger, you call 9-1-1, and they'll come and help. Whether there's a bad guy in the house, or you old ma fell down the stairs,' she had teased.

Dee noticed the sirens grew louder, pondering getting up and watching the lights drive past his windows. They were definitely close enough by now. He became very aware of how sticky and humid his room seemed to be, his blankets heavy and dense. He sat up, flicking on the lamp.

It didn't turn on.

Okay, the bulb must be dead. Perhaps off. The seven year old threw his cover off, swinging his legs onto the floor. It was uncomfortably warm.

Shrugging it off, Damian got on his knees to check the plug in. It was pushed in all the way. The seven year old finally began to panic, realizing the sirens were deafening.

He shot up, running over to his window. There was a large red firetruck in his driveway, and strange people in scary suits running around. He noticed a red and yellow glow on the ground. One of the firefighters noticed him, pointing up to his second story bedroom.

Damian froze in terror, ice running through his veins. What was happening?

He ran to his door, desperate to get to his mothers. He grabbed the door handle, attempting to twist. It took a few seconds before the pain set in.

He shrieked, ripping his hand from the knob. His hand and fingers throbbed, his flesh red and blistered. Tears filled his eyes, and he screamed.

The boy trembled, stumbling back away from the door, only now realizing the small flames that licked at the bottom. Somewhere in his small, seven year old mind, it registered what was happening.

"Mama! Mom!" Damian screamed, trying to get his mother's attention. There was no answer. He became aware of the low roar of fire, the cracking of the wood.

He continued backwards as the flames traveled up the paint, consuming his wall and door. He held a hand in front if his face, the light blinding.

His shoulder brushed a plastic shelf, knocking it over. Papers and books spread across the floor, and the flammable material instantly burst into flame. Soon, half of the boy's room was in flames.

His back now to the window, Damian stood still with fear. The room was so hot, so unbearably hot. The boy's mouth so dry, so unbearably dry. There was no more room, no more-

And then, it happened.

His pajama sleeve caught fire.

The next two minutes went by in a blur. Damian screaming has his shirt caught fire, barely noticing the smashing glass from behind him. A hand grabbing his shirt, ripping him from the room just on time. His shirt being stomped out, but not until his entire left side was covered in third degree burns. Being thrown onto a gurney and rushed to the hospital in an ambulance, and passing out.

•••

Fifteen years had passed since that night. Fifteen years of physical healing. Emotional healing? That was another story.

Damian didn't talk to many people anymore, both his mothers had died in that fire, and he was thrown into the foster system before a chance to say goodbye to anyone. It was a sad, lonely life from then on. Only when he was in college did he make a friend, Remy Nyte.

Remy was Damian's exact opposite. The insomniac was charismatic, didn't care about people who stared at his crop-tops, heels, or large earrings. He didn't care about how people looked at him when he called them pet names.

Damian, on the other hand, cared a lot about how others perceived him. But he was good at not allowing others to see that. In fact, Damian was an exceptional liar. A compulsive liar, if you will. Years in the foster system caused him to grow cold and calloused, doing what he had to.

Remy didn't mind this, of course.

The two hung out often, sleepovers and long phone calls were normal, routine. Remy would call Dee when he couldn't sleep, which was almost every night. The two got along really well, which surprised most people.

Then, Remy met his soulmate. Soulmates was that special someone were meant to be with, someone you would love and cherish, someone with whom you were 100% compatible. You knew who they were by what you'd call a fatestring, a small thin piece of unbreakable yarn that was attached to someone else's finger. No one could see or touch it except you and your soulmate.

Remy had explained his as a soft peach color, and spoke of it with a softness Damian was unfamiliar with coming from the diva. Remy said that he and his soulmate would pluck back and forth to each other, not doing anything but enjoying the feeling.

Damian wished his would do that. All he got was a sharp tug when he'd try. He's had the small green string all his life, even as he was ripped from that window.

Emile was a sweet guy, he really was. Cute, kiddy colors, and a love for anything cartoon.

'Opposites must really attract,' Damian had though the day he met the boy. Remy seemed more than happy though, a smile donned widely across his pale face.

Damian was happy for them, he really was.

Funny enough, it all happened on the same day. The day Remy found his soulmate, Damian had lost his own.

•••

"Look, I'm really happy for you guys, really, but I gotta go," Damian stated, standing up from Remy's couch awkwardly.

Remy waved him off, "Mkay gurl, do what you want, I'm not stopping anybody."

"I'll see ya tomorrow!" Emile said, smiling widely. Damian gave him an appreciative nod, before throwing on his coat and stepping out. The second he closed the door behind him, he gave a sigh of relief. The air in there was awkward, and he felt like he had been third-wheeling something awful.

Oh well, no way to fix it now.

Damian ran a hand through his hair, picking up his beloved bowler hat he wore outside sometimes. He traveled down the hallway, through the door that lead to the stairs, and briskly walked into the cold evening air. He buried his nose behind a scarf, thankful for the cover up of his awfully scarred face.

His apartment was only a few blocks away, and it didn't take too long for him to arrive. He hung up his clothing and relaxed onto the couch, flicking on the television. Nothing good was on.

He rolled over, turning it off. He didn't have much else to do, so he debated maybe going out to eat. He did have a bit of money saved up and there was this really nice-

A sharp pain shot through his arm, shooting straight through his heart. It began to beat rapidly. What was that?

He sat up, rubbing circles over the organ under his chest, his ribcage rising and falling with each rapid intake of oxygen.

Another flash of pain, longer this time.

Damian yelped, jumping up. Another pain, and this time it didn't go away. It only worsened.

He let out a sharp cry, clutching at his rapidly beating heart, his hand filled with a searing pain. Everything began to hurt, his muscles tight, tears pouring from his eyes.

He fell backward onto the coffee table, rolling over it.

Oh God, oh God it hurt so bad.

He crawled back against a wall, the pain so intense he couldn't find it in him to scream. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes like hours, hours like days.

By the time it began to fade, he was already unconscious, leaning against the wall.

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greekgeekgoddess · 6 years

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Hiveswap Theory Time!

First I'd like to say I want to thank @whatpumpkin for giving me this wonderful start to an adventure with characters and story worthy of continuing the endless ride that Hussie started.

Now.

We all love Xefros right? You know Xefros the cute little cinnamon roll who stole our hearts. I mean how could you not??

But what if I told you he's more of a sinammon roll instead? What if we have a secret cinnamon roll and Xefros is playing us for chumps. What if Demmek isn't as bad as he seems? Think I'm lying? Take a look at this.

Now we all know about the troll zodiac signs. And we love them. But something sticks out to me. Look at Xefros' sign. Especially these passages I've underlined. Let's go through them and see what we find. :)

The title of Escapee is very interesting. It's usually focused on someone who is trying to escape judgement. It's what you call a criminal on the loose. But that doesn't really sound like our cute Xefros. Why and what would he be running from? Maybe the Heiress? But does she even know he exists? He's just a rust blood after all in her eyes.

But looking at the descriptions here we start to get some insight on how Xefros ticks.

Apparently he loves adventure. So much so he's obsessed. But we haven't seen much of that sort of behavior. Until a certain alien enters his world. Joey Claire. Xefros gets really excited after discovering she's not from Alternia. Which is cute and all but... what if he is excited for different reasons.

It states here that he will try to stir up trouble if he thinks it'll excite him. In part 1, we see him encouraging Joey to continue exploring Demmek's house. He even jumps at the chance to run over to her aid. And as we know he has a very unhealthy view of himself.

It also states here that they expect great things from people they have romantic feelings toward. Which might be good... if not for what is written here. Sorry JoeyxXefros shippers might want to rethink that relationship. Because this states if Joey doesn't meet Xefros expectations he will get angry and try to fix things. And if that doesn't work he may give up on Joey all together. Lucky for her right now he's hypnotized by her confidence. But we know Joey has her moments of fear and doubts. She also doesn't like violence. One day... she won't meet his standards. And I wonder what will happen then.

In fact we get a small glimpse of Xefros getting frustrated only once. When trying to motivate his Sloth custodian. He gets pretty heated. We don't know what he'd do really if it kept up. But eventually he was able to get past his guardian luckily before anything drastic could happen.

Anyways let's continue.

So Xefros also might not be as humble as he seems to be. He wants to fight. He wants to stir things up. One question is... how does he plan to do that. And we'll discuss that later. For now let's read this, Xefros wants control. And we can see this with how he keeps his home. It's scary clean...it's a little unsettling.

This also states he can be very controlling... hmmm. That is the most surprising yet. But I have a feeling there's more to this. I recall many people wondering why Xefros was so determined to stay with Demmek. Someone who from the conversation we have with him (Xefros' descriptions alone) is someone he NEEDS. But why does he NEED Demmek? Why is he so distraught when he realizes we aren't Demmek. Most believe it's because Demmek abuses Xefros... but I don't believe that's the case (evidence for that when we talk about Demmek later) Remember what was said about Xefros in a romantic relationship? The high expectations? Well who is his morail? Demmek. And remember how much Xefros was praising him and everything... what if Demmek didn't actually cause this? What if Xefros has an unhealthy obsession with Demmek and making him into what he wants him to be?

Which brings us to his Aspect. Rage...

Red flags people! It's the same aspect as Gamzee himself. Who I also recall was a loved goofball until the day he showed his other self. A darker self. One who likes to cause problems...

But Xefros hasn't done anything wrong I hear you claim. I respond with. "As far as we're aware. Or better yet... He hasn't had a chance yet."

This post claims that Xefros hates to lie...

But that doesn't mean he himself is unable to lie.

Joey is brand new to Alternia. She doesn't know anything. Except what Xefros has told her...

The perfect victim for the game Doc likes to play. And Xefros is someone he can use to make that happen. I'll explain more with Demmek so bare with me.

Ah Demmek. Poor misunderstood Demmek. We haven't even met him and he's already being dissed by the community. Now I won't say Demmek is an angel or anything. But he is far far from the abuser everyone seems to view him as. Look at his title for Pete sake! Cherished? Wow seems like the title for someone like say, the fandoms view of Xefros, someone who needs protection. But what if Xefros isn't the only one we should be protecting?? What if Demmek is an unsung victim here. After all we know nothing about him. All we know is he wants to save his planet and Xefros was "helping" him. And everything else is just Xefros praising how good a leader Demmek is. And I'm inclined to think that is the one partial truth Xefros tells us.

But enough of this, let's read about dear Demmek shall we. Is he the devil we think he is?

Warm and generous... interesting. We haven't seen any evidence of that. Oh wait! Yes we have! When Xefros is looking at the photos in his hive. He talks about how kind Demmek is. He gave him an entire pizza when they were supposed to celebrate Demmek's birthday. He gave Xefros some music equipment. And he and Xefros seem to hang out constantly. The only thing that's different is that Xefros' dialogue kindof makes it seem like Demmek is trying to surpress him, and shape him. But what if I said it was the opposite, and Xefros is hurting both of them. And he may not even know.

As we continue to read we get an image. A clingy person who craves assurance and security. And it seems he's found that with Xefros. It "seems" that way.

All these traits seem to fit what we know of Demmek. Except this bottom portion.

It says that he wouldn't be the type to struggle against authority... that's odd. Xefros said the opposite.

But from what we've read to this point it seems like Xefros may be the bigger driving force in their rebellion. What would you say if I told you. Xefros unknowingly guilted Demmek into playing this role of "Tetrarch". What if he claimed he just wanted to make his morail the best he could be? And for a while Demmek goes with it. He puts up this act around others that he is this stone cold, take no chances, leader. The hero that Xefros wants him to be. NEEDS him to be.

Don't you think it's odd that Demmek is SO focused on the band?? If he's trying to make a difference... why is he so focused on their band for the most part. He even uses their band name as his password. Also remember that poster of them in the butler uniforms. And how Xefros claimed that it felt out of place. Because Demmek claimed that them wearing the butler uniforms was a way of rebellion?? Xefros seemed confused at this, stating it may send the opposite message. And he's kindof right, and I think Demmek knew this. The band was never supposed to be a huge rebellion. It was supposed to be two Morails having fun. Demmek just wanted them to focus on their music. But why?? Because he has discovered Xefros' true motive in all this. Causing rebellion, ANY rebellion.

This passage also states that Demmek isn't in control of himself and how others see him. Who likes to take control? Apparently Xefros. And his Aspect can tell you why. Demmek isn't the one pulling the strings here... Xefros is. And for the most part he's convinced Demmek it was his idea.

His Aspect is blood. Much like a certain crabby troll we know and love. This states he's not one to take the role of leader. He's a supporter. But all the stuff we see in his hive and what Xefros tells us contradicts this. But shocker here folks... Xefros is an unreliable narrator.

I think he is the one who comes up with all the major things these two do for the rebellion. Demmek just plays the part. And Xefros plays the part he SO LOVES to play. The unworthy partner. The one who is luck to be there to catch the rays that fall from Demmek. He made Demmek who he is now. And that's why he doesn't want Demmek out of his sight. He wants Demmek to be everything he's claiming and he'll do practically anything to keep this rebellion going.

And I think Demmek knew this. He tried to fix things with the band. He may be trying to keep Xefros surpress to keep them safe. But then Xefros just "happens" to turn on the weapon they were working on. I'M TELLING YOU DOC SCRATCH IS BEHIND THIS! He just happened to misunderstand what Demmek was wanting him to do. Because he was afraid they weren't going anywhere the way they were. He wanted to get the adventure going and he got it. Notice how he seemed just as confused as Joey when they pass each other in the beams. I really wonder how Demmek is going to take being on earth. I also can't wait to see his interactions with Jude. :)

Demmek was trying to delay the inevitable. He realized too late what whoever is doing this was planning. A rebellion that never ends.

But Xefros found someone new to obsess over. And that's Joey.

The question is... what happens now for them both?

Doc Scratch is involved now. So my guess... this isn't going to be pleasant. No wonder he gave that chat application to Xefros. Xefros is Doc Scratch's new prodigee. And we should all be afraid.

The question is can Joey save Xefros from becoming like Gamzee?? Someone obsessed with what they believe is right and just. Or is that what the Rust Blood truely wants...

I believe Xefros is going to try to make Joey his new figure head. And I hope she survives that process and can knock some sense into him. Because this is not healthy. We all knew Demmek and Xefros' morailegence wasn't healthy. But I think it wasn't what everyone thought it was.

(Small update)

Now keep in mind I'm not saying Xefros is necessarily evil. Just in need of guidance and should be watched. He may be putting himself in danger and not realizing it. He may think he's not doing anything out of the ordinary. But we have to remember that Doc Scratch has his ways of molding people into who HE wants them to be not what they want to be. Doc Scratch might encourage Xefros into performing some questionable choices down the line with the promise to Xefros that his adventure will never end...

And Xefros may not even realize he's lying. He may truly believe every word.

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