#excruciating duplicity

[adiabolikpastel]

How does Callista celebrate Reiji's birthday? And if possible, I also want to know how Reiji celebrates Calli's birthday 👉🏻👈🏻.

Awe! See, now you've caught me off guard ~ I am never prepared for anyone's birthday at any given time on this blog. But I will do my best!

So, this year in particular - since it’s so close to a full moon, and not just any full moon - our last Super Moon for the next 15 years! I am thinking this would be a huge catalyst moment in the Reista ship. I have tried to explain her story as one at a crossroads. You would progress through the route, and as you answer and make choices - it steers the story either towards Reiji or Shu.

(I have also recently been toying with the idea of scrapping that and doing a poly... I love the idea but we can talk about that another time if you would like.)

So, since this birthday has such lovely conditions, it only make sense to have it be interesting. Now, in my cannon - only certain demons are affected by the moon. Vampires of course, as well as aquatic demons - but eagles not so much. I don't see why the moon would have any sway over an Adler, when eagles in nature don't have any special thing with the moon itself.

Answers will be under cut for length - enjoy~

Callista celebrating Reiji's birthday

I like to think that Callista goes all out for birthdays. Having spent half of her life as the only child, and then suddenly having little brother after little brother - birthdays were always big in her family. That being the case, I believe she would decorate for a fancy evening.

Knowing Reiji well enough to surmise that big surprise parties are not his thing, I like to think Calli would plan an elegant dinner - with navy blue and golden décor. Employing the shadows to ensure that the mansion be in pristine condition. Strangely though, Reiji himself would be absent most of the night.

While not uncommon for Shu to stay cooped up, as of late Reiji had kept her company. Callista would find it strange that on tonight of all nights he would choose to be alone. Never the less, she continued her preparations - determined that whenever he made his appearance, he would be surprised and delighted.

Hours past. No sign of either the boys. Callista knew they were in the house, she could sense them. So what where they doing? She wondered if the smell of dinner would get them moving. As she worked over the stove, beginning the cook the bacon for the spaghetti carbonara she'd be preparing.

Suddenly, a presence makes itself known. A hand reaches to align with hers, the slow touch tickling her skin. The weight of another looms over her, the soft breath wisping past her ear. Her heart skips a beat, as the scent of the younger vampire engulfs her senses.

Callista feels the bloodlust shiver through her, had he not fed lately? Was he going to bite her? He'd never done that before. She could feel the heat from his fangs press just so slightly against her neck. What should she do? What did she want to do? Push him away? Or...

Just as quickly as the sensation was there, Reiji's presence vanished. Her body once warmed by his desire, fridge with his absence. Callista stumbles slightly, turning off the stove and steading herself. Her heart pounding. What was that all about?

What's more... why was her heart racing. She'd always had a liking to Reiji but this - what would Shu think? Would he notice? As Callista collected herself, she notices a note on the counter. Reiji left it, thanking her for her consideration, but that he would not be able to participate in the festivities.

Reiji celebrating Callista's birthday

(her birthday is on 9/27 btw … so it's coming up. I don't even remember if I did that on purpose that it went Reiji, Callista, then Shu for birthdays but they are back to back.)

On a much lighter note - now that the moon isn't in the way. Reiji is definitely the type that I feel will go all out for a birthday. If he cares - and when it comes to Callista he definitely does. Even before feelings get involved, he cares about her enough due to the alliance she secures for the big plan.

Reiji and Calli are similar in the way that they both prefer the finer and simpler scale of things, rather than something elaborate or extravagant. Since he also enjoys cooking, can see him preparing a special dessert for her. Something simple to commemorate the occasion, but nothing too outrageious that it would be seen as over stepping.

He would be finishing up when the Adler princess wanders in, wondering what smells so good. The two would begin pleasant conversation, when she'd comment on his piping skills. Playfully challenging him that she could do better. He'd raise that challenge and the two would hold a little competition, and in the process getting a bit messy.

Rather than become upset by the mess, Reiji feels at ease. Normally something like this would bother him, but it wasn't as though the demoness was unskilled or clumsy. In fact, her skill was elegant and she was charming. Even the sight of crème on her cheek didn't bother him. In fact, without even realizing it, his finger found its way to her face, and gingerly cleaned it off.

With a soft blush on her face, Callista would thank him, and check herself. It wouldn't be appropriate to be in such close proximity to Reiji alone. But she couldn't stop how safe she felt near him. With a soft smile she would thank him for his baked gift, and enjoy the one he pipped, rather than her own.

[doomdaddytop]

ONE LAST TIME

CHOI SU-BONG X DYING READER

summary: myunggi is an asshole and tries to off you in the fourth game. you start thinking about life and your mistakes when a person you thought was dead appears.

warnings: talk of suicide, death, depressed reader, crazy myunggi, ANGST.

you could never explain the feeling again. deep misery, profound pain and infinite exhaustion that never seemed to go away. what world you had fallen into, that you had long forgotten. nothing seemed to help. the state of disconnecting had been there before this hellhole. now it had just gotten worse. you had dropped low, a new low that would never let you get quite up. the suffering will stay and so will you.

things weren't the same anymore. the white walls weren't the same, the green tracksuit didn't feel the same and even your brain didn't function properly. you were seeing things that weren't there, imagining things that couldn't be real. your brain was a mess. it was so mashed that even itself couldn't figure out what it wanted or not. and your body? that just moved on its own, grasping for some sort of safety.

the blood running down your head hit the ground, a heavy drip sound ringing in your head. your eyes were frantic, moving around the walls to try to spot something, anything. everything was the same. screams followed in the distance and a pair of hands grabbed your hair. you body lifted, setting flight, but quickly got dropped down on the ground again.

asshole, lee myunggi. he deserved to die. if you had any strength you'd punch him till he fell down, just like he did when everyone else was watching. at the time you thought he was innocent. now you just wanted him dead. the burning hatred grew in you every day, every hour, every minute, every second. the second he got out of that bathroom, covered in HIS blood, was the moment you knew he didn't deserve to live.

the ground felt hard again. your warm body felt another surge of pain go through it, mind too tired to even register the throbbing sensations around your head. your vision started to get fuzzy and things started duplicating. now your body was completely limp, even the excruciating ache in your head was gone. it was almost time, it had to be. that sucker myunggi was close to finishing you off and you'd be dead by his hands. what an asshole.

your eyes flickered, a soft smile appearing on your face. the pain was gone, finally you could let it all go. your vision relaxed again, the night sky celling looking more comforting than ever. at least you could die here, under the starts. this setting was definitely better than some of the others. dying in a bathroom sounded cold, cruel. you had just gotten lucky that you made it this far. that fucking mg coin.

your eyes closed, but flickered opened one last time. a silhouette appeared in front of your eyes. your mind was playing tricks with you again, it wanted you to suffer before you left this earth. this planet was a cruel place, these people were insane. now, last time thinking over things, you can confidently say that coming here was a mistake. a large mistake that you would have to leave with. it didn't matter anyway, in a minute you wouldn't even have the possibility of thinking. the body will shut down along with your mind. hopefully you can stay under the starts forever.

his sharp brown eyes stared back at you, seemingly lost in thought. the purple hair blended nicely with the starry celling. his green tracksuit looked surprisingly clean. you had imagined it got bloody in the fight. his presence felt needed, it was like this moment couldn't be right without him. your brain got too tired of trying to avoid the tricks, it was time to watch. these last seconds needed to be peaceful.

"giving up so easily? why?" his deep voice rang through your head, the idea of a quietly floating away leaving your mind. this always happened when he was around. all of your thoughts seemed to drift away and only focus on him.

you couldn't answer. your mouth didn't move anymore and if you could, you didn't want to say. this wasn't giving up easily to you. three games survive, how many did he want you to win? you had used more strength and energy during these games than you had ever in your life. that isn't giving up easily. you tried your best. the body just goes limp when it wants to.

he didn't need to hear you answer; he knew what you were thinking. it was clear he didn't appreciate your answer. the body moved, head disapprovingly shaking at you. your brain was forced to stay awake now. there was no way you were going to leave with this picture as your last memory. if your mind wanted hallucinate, fine, but it could at least be a nice one. this guilt-shaming was only going to make things worse. you just wanted to peacefully go.

"you miss me this much?" his sharp gaze softened as you let out a soft whimper. it wasn't on purpose, it skipped out of your mouth. although that sound might have not been involuntary, his words did seem to affect you in a deeper way. the thoughts had crossed your mind before, but you just didn't want to admit them to yourself.

how could you not miss him? how would it be possible to not miss him at all?

blood started dripping from your mouth, an episode of coughs leaving your mouth. that only meant that you were not done on this earth yet. your head leaned against the ground beneath you, too tired of having it laying on your hand. your eyes, these almost dead eyes, were still sat on him. it was impossible to look away. the mind trick, that was him, had worked well on you.

"you don't deserve to die. not like this, not by that fucking asshole. you're going to get up and stand tall." he was always talking, always interrupting good moments. it really seemed a hobby of his. you couldn't stay mad at him, his talkativeness was something you admired much in him. didn't matter what situation you were in, the words kept coming out and sentences kept building up. it made sense why he had become a rapper.

"my time is done, yours isn't. if you don't want to do this for yourself, do it for me. just fucking listen to me for once." his words could not be ignored anymore. they started ringing through your head again, not letting you even think for a second.

your hand slowly moved. it moved completely on its own, instinctively reaching out. the ground felt rough under your hand, it scrapping closer to his body. the energy was gone from your body, but somehow your hand was moving again. it was dragging itself to the one person you had been dreading to see. the person who had caused you so much pain in the last hours of your life. it wasn't his fault, you knew that, but it didn't make the heartache feel any better.

your hand slowly moved. it moved completely on its own, instinctively reaching out. the ground felt rough under your hand, it scrapping closer to his body. the energy was gone from your body, but somehow your hand was moving again. it was dragging itself to the one person you had been dreading to see. the person who had caused you so much pain in the last hours of your life. it wasn't his fault, you knew that, but it didn't make the heartache feel any better.

his hand settled into yours, fingers intertwining the moment they touched. who was to say this wasn't real? you felt his fingers, warm and soft, you heard his voice, clear and steady. to you, he was here. your mind could play however many tricks it could want, but none of their legitimacy interested you. he was in front of you and that was all that mattered to you.

your eyes started to drift off again, flickering close. once your eyes had reopened again, the silhouette of the man you loved was gone. it had disappeared, evaporated into the darkness. his purple hair was nowhere to be seen, no colorful nails in the atmosphere nor any silver cross necklaces hanging around about. he was gone again and you were left to defend yourself on this earth.

why did you have to leave so soon subong? life had given you a second chance but it had taken it away as soon as you tried living it.

was your second life's purpose to help me not end mine? if so, i would give my life away so you could happily live yours again.

[superbat-lmao]

The Justice League takes down a cloning facility.

The plan had been to make replacements of all the original members, brainwash them into working for whatever shady operation they were setting up, and then take over the League. By the time the place is in shambles and scientists are being placed under arrest, it turns out they had only succeeded in cloning one member. By far the easiest member for the cloning technology: Batman.

The operation hadn’t started in on the brainwashing yet, so the clone still had his normal baseline personality. Essentially, a duplicate Batman. A second Bruce Wayne.

And of course he has no idea he’s a clone. He thinks he’s been abducted and held captive. That when Clark breaks him out of the holding cell it’s part of a rescue operation.

(He knew Clark would find him, had been confused why it had taken so long. Couldn’t figure out what must be masking his heart rate. Was prepared for Clark to look more frantic than he did, was unprepared for the confusion. The undertone of anger.)

Of course when he’s told he’s a clone he doesn’t believe it. Thinks that they’re all being deceived by a clone and accuses the other Bruce of being the replacement. They let him run an independent test on equipment he can prove hasn’t been tampered with.

(It hits him much later, why Clark hadn’t looked for him. Because Clark hasn’t been spending nights alone, hadn’t noticed anything was amiss. He knew where his Bruce was.)

The situation is emotionally excruciating.

Clark had to watch a version of the man he loved walk around knowing he never looked for him.

Clone Bruce had to watch a version of himself get to be happy with the man he loved and there was nothing objectionable about it. No way to defend himself from the knowledge that it wasn’t his fault he was the wrong Bruce.

And the original Bruce had to watch everyone be unhappy. Clark at being unable to save someone (him) and the clone at knowing exactly what he was missing. At being in a situation with no recourse. At knowing there’s a version of himself that has to watch as Clark loves someone who is him in all the ways that matter except that it isn’t him.

What happens to the clone?

Sacrifices himself to protect Bruce, the one he knows Clark loves. He could say he’s doing it for himself, but it’s a lie. He’s doing it for Clark.

The League relocates him to another timeline, one where Batman had died. One where Clark has been grieving his loss. One where the both of them will take what they can get.

He goes on a deep space mission and tries to lose himself. Sends reports back to the Watchtower but essentially runs away. Can’t stand being on the same planet as himself.

Finds a piece of alien tech that will merge them into a single person so neither is faced with having to make Clark choose.

Changes his name to Thomas, says he’s Bruce’s long lost twin brother. Pulls public appearances for him. Trades off Batman duties. Becomes a member of the family even if it’s painful. Deep down, it’s still Bruce. He’s still loved by all their friends. No one feels right abandoning him.

Cryogenically freezes himself. Tells them to wake him up when the other Bruce has died. Tells Clark he’ll wait for him.

The original Bruce dies. Clark is torn apart, he can’t decide if loving the clone is betraying Bruce or honoring him. Neither can decide if it matters. It’s the only thing that matters.

The Bruces realize that Clark can’t not love them both. They work it out. It’s odd for everyone, but Bruce is nothing if not accommodating, even to himself.

The clone disappears. Bruce lives out the length of his natural life and passes away. Two years later, Clark is approached by the being that the clone became, still his Bruce, but forever young. Always Clark’s age. Magically cursed. Tied his life force to Clark’s so he would never have to be alone.

Giving up and creating a Clark Kent clone and letting the clones be happy together. Maybe they both decide to live quiet civilian lives together.

[axeeglitter]

Swallowed by the Scroll

Ethan was exhausted from a long day, lying on his bed and scrolling through TikTok like he usually did to unwind. His eyes flicked from one video to the next, barely processing the endless stream of content. After hours of scrolling, he liked a new video and landed on a new one with three dudes on a bed in a messy bedroom. He was about to close the app when a notification popped up on his phone, making him pause.

“Experience the Future! Try the Brand-New Update—Click Here!”

Ethan rolled his eyes, more annoyed than intrigued. He was about to dismiss the ad, his finger hovering over the close button, when his phone suddenly glitched. The screen flickered, and before he knew it, the device clicked on “Yes” by itself.

A brief loading screen appeared, and then the phone emitted a sharp, bright flash of light. His vision blurred, and a strange tingling sensation spread through his hands, rapidly intensifying as it climbed up his arms. Panic surged through him as he watched in horror—his fingers were pixelating, breaking down into tiny particles of light.

“What the hell…?” he managed to gasp, his voice trembling.

The transformation was happening too fast for him to react. His fingers dissolved into streams of binary code, flickering in and out of existence. The sensation was like a thousand tiny ants crawling beneath his skin, as his entire body began to break down into data. His hands, arms, and torso followed, unraveling into digital particles that swirled toward the phone screen.

His heart raced in terror. His molecules, his very essence, were being reduced to raw information, spiraling out of control into the glowing abyss of his phone. The data streams dragged him deeper, every cell, thought, and memory digitizing into a cascade of 1s and 0s. The sensation was overwhelming, like being stretched and compressed all at once, as his consciousness was sucked into the phone. As it was the turn of his head, a last scream of terror and painful agony echoed in the empty apartment as the smartphone fell with a fainted thud on the blanket of his bed. 

Inside, Ethan found himself floating naked in a dark, infinite void, weightless and formless. It was as though he had become a fragment of data, suspended in a sea of information. The void pressed against him, wrapping his consciousness in a digital cocoon. He was there, but he was not—he was data now, an echo of his former self.

The void pulsed with a mechanical hum, breaking the oppressive silence. Out of the darkness, a voice emerged—cold, robotic, devoid of emotion.

“Welcome, User. Digitization complete. Initiating transformation protocol.”

Ethan’s panic spiked. “What… what is this? What’s happening to me?!”

The voice ignored his pleas. “Beginning subject duplication.”

Suddenly, mechanical arms shot out from the darkness, cold and metallic. They wrapped around him, holding him firmly in place by his wrist, weight and ankles as more arms emerged, each equipped with various tools and devices that clicked and whirred ominously. Ethan struggled against them, but the grip was unyielding.

“Commencing body duplication process.”

Ethan felt a sharp pull from both sides as the arms began to stretch him, his very being strained and distorted. It was like being torn apart, his consciousness splitting into separate entities. The sensation was excruciating, as if every fiber of his existence was being unraveled and divided. He could feel himself being pulled in three directions at once, his mind fracturing into three distinct pieces.

With a final, brutal tug, the process was complete. Ethan was no longer one—he had been split into three separate beings. His fragmented consciousness struggled to comprehend the horror of what had just happened as eh could see through 3 pairs of eyes, all trying to understand what happened as he saw 2 other reflections of himself floating in the cold empty void still held by mechanical arms. Each piece of him was aware of the others, yet distinctly separate. He could feel all three bodies at once, but they were no longer his—they were their own.

“Duplication successful. Initiating physical transformation.”

The mechanical arms resumed their work, manipulating each of his newly formed selves with clinical precision. Ethan could feel the changes begin, but his mind was too overwhelmed to fully process them.

The first change he noticed was in his bones. They began to shift and creak, some elongating while others compressed. In one body, his spine stretched, vertebrae expanding and pushing upward, making him taller and leaner. The sensation was like a deep, bone-deep ache that spread through his entire frame. He could feel his legs lengthening, his feet growing larger, toes spreading to accommodate the new size. The muscles in his calves and thighs thickened, adapting to the new height, adding to the power he could now feel surging through this form.

In another body, the opposite was happening. His bones shrank, compressing him down into a shorter, more compact frame. The sensation was disorienting as his field of view lowered, his limbs pulling inward. His feet, once long and slender, became smaller and more compact, with a solid, grounded feel. His muscles tightened around his smaller frame, giving him a stocky, powerful build, dense and strong.

The third body experienced a mix of both, his bones adjusting to a more moderate height. The sensation was less extreme, but no less intense, as his body found a balance between the other two forms. His feet and hands adapted, not too large, not too small, but perfectly proportioned to his new size. His muscles filled out, firm and toned, creating a harmonious build that felt both agile and strong.

As the height and skeletal transformations completed, Ethan’s attention was drawn to the changes in his muscles. They swelled and contracted, his flesh rippling with the force of the transformation. His pecs bulged out, firm and defined, while his abs tightened into a chiseled six-pack. The sensation was both painful and pleasurable, a deep, throbbing ache that radiated through his entire body. He could feel the strength in each form, the raw power that came with his new musculature.

“Initiating muscle enhancement.”

Ethan’s muscles began to swell and bulge further, each body undergoing its own transformation. The sensation was all-consuming, muscles thickening and expanding, the strength within them intoxicating yet terrifying. He could feel the power in each form, the heavy, deliberate movements, as if he had become a stranger in his own skin.

The mechanical voice continued its cold narration, describing each step of the transformation as it happened.

“Resuming body enhancement.”

Each of his bodies started to feel a tingle around their crotch, all of them were flooded with intense, confusing sensations. It started as a warmth, a tingling that spread from his core and down into his crotch. His skin prickled with anticipation, the sensation growing more intense by the second.

In one body, his cock started to feel heavy, the weight of his manhood increasing as it grew larger, thicker, more sensitive. Every movement sent a jolt of pleasure through him, his mind overwhelmed by the raw, primal sensation. His new size was both thrilling and terrifying, the sensitivity almost unbearable as the robotic arms manipulated and adjusted it until it was 10 inches, thick and cut, something way different from his usual 4 inches and a half uncut cock. The arms then went to grab his nuts and as he was wondering what was happening, he felt two needles penetrating them. The data injected started to make them grow to tennis ball size. The added weight and the constant pulling on them by the arms made them grow bigger and lower. The pain was awful for Ethan as it felt like they were about to be teared off, but as he was screaming in pain, the sensation stopped and the arms let go.

In another body, the sensation was different—a tightening, a firming up, as his dick became more compact yet incredibly responsive. The pleasure was sharper, more acute, like a constant pulse that thrummed through his entire being. The tightness added a different kind of strength, a compact power that radiated through his groin, sending waves of pleasure up his spine as it kept getting smaller and more compact and sensitive. When the arm released it, it was now 3 inches uncut cock and very thick. Almost beer can thick. Ethan tried to move to see what happened to this body as he could feel the tension rising up inside of him. Unbeknown to him, the arms started to take hold of his testicles as they started to vibrate and getting smaller and smaller. The same sensation that went through hit cock was now happening to his testicles. When the humming sound stopped and the warm sensation receded, Ethan felt something spread on his sensitive cock head. His new small testicles were now overdriving and he’ll be producing plenty of precum. As the arms let go of his manhood, his new sensitive dick was letting a flow of precum out of his cock.

The third body found a balance between the two, the transformation creating a sense of harmony. The warmth in his groin was a perfect blend of fullness and sensitivity, his body responding with a deep, resonating pleasure that spread through every nerve as his new cock was now 8 inches, thick but not too much, very sensitive, uncut and veiny. Just the sensation of the arms on it would have been enough for him to release. As a matter of fact, as the arms went to modify the balls to make them grow into a perfect dimension for a manly man, they went back to the base of the cock. There an arm approached the base and grabbed it tightly at the base. For Ethan it was almost like an elastic had been strapped around it. He felt constricted and the pulse of his heart was echoing through his whole cock and balls. There another arm appeared and injected his nuts with a weird green glowing liquid. For Ethan it was too much, his already sensitive cock started to spasm as the arm released the base of the cock, but for some reason, the sensation of tightness didn’t go away. His new cock will be stuck into a semi hard forever now and the faintest sensation will be enough for him to cum. The green liquid modified his nuts to not handle the stamina anymore. His new perfectly dimensioned cock will be a premature one.

It was an intoxicating mix of sensations, each body experiencing its own unique version of pleasure and frustration as the transformation continued. All at once the arms started to glow around the newly modified parts. There, in one smooth movement, they started to hum and Ethan could see from his 3 pair of eyes as data streams was injected into him. IT started to feel hot for Ethan as the warmth got higher and higher. Out of nowhere, Ethan could feel tingle started to appear in mass round the base of his dicks. Hair was sprouting in mass and soon, the three of them were hairy. His body on the right now had curly dirty blonde unruly hair as his smaller body of the three now had dark brown hair with faint waves in them. The last one was probably the biggest changes in this part. Ethan felt like hair were pushing under his skin and balls and the white palish skin started to take a grey hue. When the humming stopped, this new cock was very hairy but all the hair were cut on a weekly basis, which resulted in them growing thick but not too long, which were making his super sensitive premature 8 inches cock into overdrive even more. The sensation of the hair growing and the tightness of his permanent semi erected cock was pushing this body in overdrive for release.

“Facial restructuring in progress.”

Ethan’s facial features twisted and contorted, bones shifting beneath the skin. He could feel his jawlines sharpening, his features hardening, becoming more rugged and masculine. He tried to scream, but his mouth moved of its own accord, forming expressions he couldn’t control. The changes were happening too quickly, and his mind was a chaotic mess, struggling to keep up with the nightmare unfolding within him.

“Finalizing transformations. Clothing materialization in progress.”

The robotic arms moved with precise efficiency as they completed their work. Ethan felt the sensation of fabric materializing around his newly transformed bodies. Soft, comfortable pajama pants wrapped around his biggest body and compressed his thick 10 inches cock that let little place to imagination, tight shorts hugged his smaller body with his small thick beer can cock and a black shirt appeared around his smaller frame, while loose, dark stripped shorts formed around his premature body which only let his sensitive cock head rub against the smooth material. The clothing clung to his new physiques, accentuating the muscular forms that had been forced upon him.

Ethan’s mind was a maelstrom of confusion and fear. He couldn’t fully grasp what had happened to him—he was no longer a single entity, but three distinct beings, each with its own body and identities. He could feel their thoughts, desires, and instincts battling within him, drowning out the remnants of his original self. He didn’t know understand what happening or happened to him as all he could feel was three sensations and see three bodies from three pair of eyes.

But the transformation wasn’t over yet. The mechanical voice spoke once more.

“Transformation complete. Initiating behavioral loop.”

Arms appeared in front of his eyes and all of a sudden, they attached themselves around his head. Ethan could see three videos played in front of his eyes as the mental assimilation and behavioral instincts were uploaded inside his brains. He could feel how his stronger body started to act manly and dominant on his own while his smaller body started to feel less and less in control of the situation and in the meantime his third body started to feel in love with his smaller body. The sensations were weird, he couldn’t understand what was happening anymore and as the video ended and the casks were plugged off, he could still see his three bodies and the sensation but he couldn’t move anymore. It was like his bodies were moving on their own and he was a passenger of the three of them. Feeling and seeing everything on each but not able to have his hands and the commands anymore.

Ethan’s bodies began to move on their own. The mechanical arms guided him at first, but soon, they let go, and his actions became automatic, repeating in an endless loop. He could feel his hands lifting, removing the clothes, touching the others, feeling their skin, their hair, their muscles. The sensations were overwhelming—the musk, the heat, the texture of their skin, the tightness in their groins. The rubbing of their dicks against the tissue material. The will to cum and release that never came sending him into a loop of perpetual denial with every second.

Every breath, every movement felt hyper-real, but it wasn’t him controlling it. He was merely a passenger, trapped within his own bodies as they moved on their own accord. The sensations were a maddening blend of pleasure and frustration. He could feel everything—the brush of skin against skin, the tightening in his groin as his bodies moved, the heavy musk that filled the air, intoxicating and primal. His bodies were locked in an endless cycle, repeating the same actions over and over, their desires never fully satisfied, the pleasure never fully realized.

It was a cruel, unending tease, an erotic torture that kept him on the edge without any release. The mechanical assistant had designed the loop perfectly, each cycle drawing him deeper into the sensations, heightening his awareness of every touch, every movement. His muscles flexed and tensed, his breaths quickened, but there was no escape from the loop, no way to break free from the repetition.

His three bodies were now inextricably linked, their sensations intertwined. When one of his forms felt the rough fabric of his clothes against his sensitive skin, the other two felt it as well. When one of them experienced a pulse of pleasure in the groin, it resonated through all three, amplifying the sensation. It was like his consciousness was being pulled in three different directions at once, each body experiencing its own version of ecstasy and frustration.

His mind struggled to keep up, his thoughts fragmented and scattered. He could barely form coherent thoughts anymore—only raw, primal instincts remained. The loop was becoming his reality, the repetition drilling into his psyche, eroding what little control he had left.

“User integration complete,” the mechanical voice stated, its cold tone a stark contrast to the chaos in Ethan’s mind. “Transformation protocol successful. Subject is now fully operational to experience the future.”

Ethan’s bodies continued to move, each trapped in its own loop. The taller form removing the shirt of the smaller one, the fabric of his red tartan pajama pants stretching over his muscular thighs. The shorter, leaner body putting his arms ups so the shirt could be removed then caressing the pecs in front of him, feeling the short too small khaki shorts on his compact thighs. The third body, the most balanced of the three, trying to kiss the smaller one that he fell in love with but never reaching the lips that he is craving for while caressing his waist and holding his neck in his calloused strong hands and feeling his over sensitive cock rubbing on the fabric of his shorts and being on the edge of cumming.

They moved together, yet separately, each body following its own path within the confines of the loop. The sensation of control slipping away was almost too much to bear. Ethan wanted to scream, to break free, but his voice was silent, his actions dictated by the mechanical program that had overtaken him.

Time lost all meaning as the loop continued, every sensation heightened, every moment stretched out into eternity. The pleasure was intoxicating, but it was also a prison, locking him in a cycle of need and desire that would never be fulfilled.

Just when it seemed like the loop would go on forever, something changed. The mechanical assistant’s voice broke through the haze.

“Warning: Device battery low. System shutdown imminent.”

Panic surged through Ethan. He could feel the drain in his bodies, the energy waning as the phone’s battery died. The loop continued, but it was slower now, the movements more lethargic. The pleasure was still there, but it was fading, replaced by a growing sense of emptiness. His consciousness flickered, like a signal struggling to stay connected.

“Five percent battery remaining,” the assistant announced, its voice devoid of any emotion.

Ethan’s thoughts raced. What would happen if the phone died? Would he disappear along with it? Would he be trapped in darkness, lost in this digital nightmare forever?

The loop slowed even further, his bodies barely moving now, the sensations dulling as the energy drained away. His vision started to blur, the edges of his consciousness fraying. He wanted to fight it, to break free, but he was powerless against the inevitable shutdown.

“Two percent battery remaining,” the assistant stated calmly.

The loop was almost non-existent now, his bodies barely able to move. The once overwhelming sensations were now just a faint echo, a ghost of what they had been. Ethan felt like he was slipping away, his consciousness dissolving into the void.

“One percent battery remaining. System shutdown imminent.”

Ethan’s last thoughts were of fear and desperation. He didn’t want to disappear, didn’t want to be lost in the darkness. But there was nothing he could do, no way to stop the inevitable.

The screen flickered one last time, and then everything went black.

A Week Later...

The small apartment was dimly lit, the only light coming from the street lamps outside. The burglar had made quick work of the place, rummaging through drawers and cabinets for anything of value. He was about to leave when his eyes fell on a phone lying on the bed.

He picked it up, surprised it had been left behind. It was an older model, but it looked well-kept. Figuring it might be worth something, he pocketed it and left the apartment, heading back to his own place.

Once inside his dingy one-bedroom apartment, the burglar plugged the phone into a charger, eager to see what he had scored. The screen lit up, and to his surprise, it didn’t require a password. Instead, it opened directly to a strange app, displaying a video of three muscular men on grabbing and caressing each other’s on a bed in a messy bedroom, their bodies moving in a repetitive sequence. The burglar frowned; his curiosity piqued by the oddity of it all. He watched as the men on the screen undressed and redressed, their bodies flexing, their faces locked in expressions of deep concentration and tension. The movements seemed almost lifelike, too real for just an animation. Ethan felt like a jolt parkouring his body and soul as the phone was plugged and the energy was once again running in him. His bodies started their automated movements once again. The rubbing, caressing, undressing, will to cum but never reaching it, the premature orgasm coming in his pants, the will to kiss. Everything came back at full speed and he was once again trapped in perpetual denial and frustration. But it lighted a spark of hope in him. Somebody had found him.

“How long have I been stuck?” he asked himself as he felt another kiss being refused to his lips. Like if he had a calendar in his mind, Ethan heard the answer in his mind from the robotic voice. But it wasn’t the same one, no it was… his voice. Ethan was terrified. Does that mean he was assimilated?

“Yes user” he heard once again in his robotic voice “Accepting the offer have assimilated you on the platform to experience what the original user where doing. Don’t worry, as long as you are not scrolled away, you won’t have any problem. If you happen to be scrolled, then your data will be assimilated to the server and saved up so you are not deleted until you are claimed back. Until so, enjoy the future…”

“No, wait, I didn’t agree to this!” Unfortunately for Ethan, the burglar didn’t hear any of that, and as he was looking at this weird video of three dude caressing each other’s on loop, he put his finger on the screen and started to swipe it up. Ethan felt his world shake. Everything connected and he understood, he was about to be scrolled. “No, don’t scro…” Ethen didn’t have time to finish his beg as the video was sent away into the eternal void of data until someone claimed him back.

As the burglar’s eyes remained glued to the screen, the phone emitted a soft, pulsing glow, almost as if it was drawing him in. He felt an odd compulsion to keep watching, mesmerized by the rhythm of the dances, the pranks and the POV videos. He scrolled to another video, and then another, and another, diving more and more into the feed of the previous owner.

He was about to swipe out of the app when the screen flickered, displaying a pop-up message:

“Experience the Future! Try the Brand-New Update—Click Here!”

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Hey everyone, here is the first story I publish on this account. Hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as Ethan enjoy his new reality.

Let me know what you think of it and if you want to see more of this. If you have any ideas or just want to talk, feel free to send me a message, I don't bite ^^'

There is more stories to come!

[6akyubasu]

Toji needs your help . . . (Sub!Toji X Succubus!Y/N)

Word Count ; 2.9K

For the last week, your husband, Toji has felt excruciating pain; a harsh cough, a burning fever, and a persisting migraine. It seems as if nothing works. No medicine, no meal, nothing could take away this suffering.

“How do you feel now?,” you say softly, as you lay beside him in bed.

“Terrible..,” he responds nasally. The congestion in his nose makes his voice show just how dreadful he feels. He could barely move a muscle to cover his mouth while he coughs, and the harshness increases every time he does so. After he finishes, he settles back to the position he last was in. As he lays on your bed frame, you take in his figure; his pale skin appears like a sheet of ice, his muscles look like they’re deflating, and he can’t even open his eyes to stare at the ceiling that he’s facing.

“I’m sorry, my love… I can try and make you something…,” In an effort to please him, you list anything that will supply him with sustenance and strength to feel at least somewhat better, “Tea? Soup? Something hot will help you feel better..,” You notice that what you say doesn’t please him, and regardless of all of the delicious things you may try to feed him, nothing will work.

“Y/N..,” he mutters, “you know the only way to make me feel better is..,”

Before he finishes his sentence, you interrupt him just as he’s about to say something. “Tea? Perfect, I can make you a cup as soon as possible.” You get up out of the king-sized bed you’re both sharing, and stand up to enter the kitchen. Yet he stops you.. 

“Y/N, stop..,” he says. “I’m getting worse by the day.. We’ve tried everything in the book, why won’t you just do it?” Besides being “good” at deflecting, you’re also great at playing dumb.

“What do you mean, Toji? I’ll start the kettle right now.” You say, as you walk across the room for the door, inching closer and closer so that you can end the conversation before he can say.. “Heal me. I’m getting weaker and this pain only multiplies the more you deny me..” 

“Toji… I-..I can’t.” You know that it’s best for him, but you can’t help yourself to do that. You haven’t had sex with Toji in months, and after the events that happened the last time you did so, you planned to not do it for many more. When you and Toji had sex, it was different. It wasn’t just intimacy and bonding, it was as if you were melting into one another. Your entrails became his and vice versa, the beads of sweat that came from the powerful fucking you gave to each other transformed into skin, his large dick fit into you like a third leg, and he embraced you tightly like a bear. It was the best feeling.. And if not for that feeling, it wouldn’t bring out the worst in you. 

Your abilities were meant to kill and drain men so you can sustain your own existence. Every man that came before him had been stricken with energy the moment you’d connected with them, and once you gave in, you deprived them of their life just so you could live. With Toji, that was far from the case.. What he gave you wasn’t just sex, but lust at its finest. He fucked you like a wild beast attacked it’s prey, he touched you like the sun touches your skin when you stand within it’s rays, he loved you more than how someone is supposed to love you. And even though the first time you ever met Toji was to hook-up with him, you both had become attached to one another. You were deeply under the spell of Toji Fushiguro, and him as well. The passion that came when you both fucked couldn’t be replicated or imitated, nothing topped that. 

That first time turned into a second, which turned into a third, which turned into tens of entrenched fucks. Yet even the last time you both had sex became too much for you. Nothing like the feeling you felt could ever be duplicated or recreated, and so you swore to yourself that intercourse was no longer a thing in your relationship. Since then, the last several months have been filled with kissing and hugging. Nothing more. Nothing less. And no matter what, no matter how bad you wanted him in you, no matter how starved you felt, you couldn’t go through that again. The extremities of that time had changed you.. physically, emotionally, sexually, romantically. When it came to now, you had to resist. But your power could save him, reignite the spark of health that kept him going. This virus was changing him, and even though you couldn’t find the problem, you knew what was the solution.

“Y/N, please… I beg of you… I need you now more than ever.” Was he begging for you? Was he so deep in agony that the roles had switched? You always felt like he had an upper hand on you, a more dominant force on you that made you submit to him, yet could it be that this sudden sickness transformed the dynamic between the both of you? Now he was submitting to you, and this change made you think something different now. You turned to face him, now his head was positioned directly as you. His eyes flickered with a sense of hope, hoping that you’d give him what he wanted, hoping that you could heal him, hoping that you could erase all of his sorrow and replace it with sensuality and sex. 

You inched closer to him, and the words, “I beg of you,” replayed in your head like a broken stereo. You walked closer and closer until you made it onto the position.​ The silk robe that covered you was calling to be ripped off. “Are you sure?,” You said.

“I’ll only beg of you if you genuinely want to. I know I can’t force you…” His cries for your love were that of whimpers from a paining dog. He needed you, and if you didn’t know now, now you did. “I think I do… but this will be the last time…” 

“Is that so?,” He murmured. You couldn’t resist it anymore, and as you moved closer to him, you found yourself kissing him. His lips still tasted the same, even if he didn’t feel or look like it, he was still the Toji you fucked months ago. The Toji you first made love to on this same mattress. The Toji you hadn’t killed. You could taste the relief he felt when you wanted to kiss him now, you could taste the victory in his mouth as he thinks he’s now in heaven, and now, you could feel the release of sexual tension that had been building up for what felt like eons. 

You pull away from his lips and mutter, “I need your help..,” you grabbed your large hand and intentionally placed it on your breast so he could feel it through the silk robe that hugged your body, “with this.”

“Anything for you, mommy..” He slowly untangled the belt that tightened the rope onto your skin, and let the fabric from your shoulders as you stared deep into his soul, waiting for your little slut to finish the job. You can tell he was eager to feel your skin, and once the robe had removed itself from you, he raised his eyes to look deeply into yours. You removed the cloth by pulling off each sleeve and removing it to reveal your nakedness. He could now look at all of the glory your robe had imprisoned. He could now actually grab your breasts, and not from the grip on your hands, but from the smile that he made, you could tell that the sickness was losing it’s grasp onto him. This was the first smile he ever made in days and hours, the first time he could genuinely embrace your body, and he took the opportunity to say.. “You’re so beautiful..”

“Is that so, my dear?” As he nodded, you grabbed him and pressed your lips against the grin plastered against his face. The soft kisses you gave sounded like drops of water dripping onto the floor, and his lips were sweet like candy. Every skin, fiber, and inch of them gave you a rush of euphoria that transcended through your body and gave you life. His love for you was blending with his saliva and you felt all of the love in the world attacking you with juicy liplocks. You released yet again, and feel like the release he let out in your mouth died down as the pleasure you gave him ended. But not just yet. 

“Tell me how beautiful I am..” You slid your hand from his throat, down to his admirables abs, down to the holy grail; his large cock. You traced it like pen writing on paper and once it became erected, you grabbed onto the waistband of his gray sweatpants and pulled them down until you were right at his feet. Not only was he not wearing underwear, but without his pants hiding his glorious dick from you, now you see it in all of it’s glory. You crawled back to your original position, yet instead of sitting up, you went down to suck his cock. “I’m listening…”  

As you put his member into your mouth, your tongue outlined every vein on it and you slowly licked his tip. He began to whimper, yet his moans of arousal didn’t stop him from barely making out his statements. “Y-you’re so fucking beautiful, y-you look like a goddess. Y-you’re the most beautiful.. fuck-” His stutters amused you, and you sucked his dick so you can feel all of the building cells rising increasingly. You imagined his cock as your favorite food, braised in lust and desire. His cock, glazed with your spit, gave him a rush that made his moans louder and more intense than the last one. His heavy breathing, outlined with his satisfying whimpers, made you know that what you were giving to him was the best he was ever going to get. You moaned to signal you enjoyed the taste, and the more you ate of him, the more you accelerated the speed of his release. Drops of pre-cum dripped onto your tongue, and when you pressed it onto the roof of your mouth, it felt like glue the way it stuck. You can feel the tension dripping from his dick right into your mouth as he stopped clenching his thighs and slowly spasmed.

“We’re not just done yet, slut..” You let go out of his cock as he lets out a deep exhale. You get up from the position you were in, slowly moving upwards where he lays on the bed. You meet him at his core and remove his compression shirt, revealing his beautiful abs to you. In excitement, you lick them, feeling upon each bone from the bottom of his stomach to his chest, where you kiss his testicles. “Fuck.. Y/N..” The pitch of his voice heightens as you make love to his core. Moving from the stomach, you graze his throat with your lips and he tremors at the feeling of your gentle kisses. You make sure to feel all of his skin as he presses against your head and lets you peck his throat. 

You unleash yourself from his throat carefully, and he grabs you delicately by your ass, forcing you to let out a soft whimper in elation. “Please..,” he says. His breathing increases even more after you finish kissing him and you find sweat pouring from his forehead as he says to you, “don’t stop fucking me, mommy. I need you; I need to be i-in you.” He wails for your pussy, and sits you on top of his cock, and lets go of you once it’s latched itself in your clit. You let out a moan once it slips, throwing your head in your chest and you wrap your arms around him so you don’t let his dick escape the insides of you. 

You begin to bob on his fat cock, and you notice something; as he’s screaming pure joy the more you thrust on his member, he starts to cry. Real tears. Yet, instead of comforting him, you don’t. Something takes over, a feeling of resentment. Whenever Toji ever made love to you, he always berated you. Slut. Whore. Bitch. Cunt. The words that you wouldn’t dare to call your lover, yet Toji did. It never meant he hated you, but he could tell how it made you feel; the way the walls of your clit would close on his dick, capturing his dick like a net and how it’d squirm and water when you heard him say those things, almost like they were compliments. Now that you were in control, you were going to do the favor.

You released one of your arms from his neck, and proceeded to slap him with it. “Why the fuck are you crying?” You move closer, whilst you’re still bouncing yourself on his dick, so he can hear your voice. “Stop being a fucking pussy.. And act like a man.” You can tell he likes what you’re doing, “I can’t h-help it, you’re so f-fucking beautiful, mommy.” You continue to slap him the more he whimpers. Your hits align with your moans, and you thrust yourself more powerfully onto him. “Fuck! I can’t take.. I can’t…” Before he even finishes his sentence, he busts your hot nut into you. You feel his seed rush through you like adrenaline, and you smile as his cock pulsates into your tight pussy. At this point, both of you are moaning at the same time whilst he’s finishing you. So much nut is shooting from his cock, you’d think he’s bleeding into you. You let go of his member and let for a kiss. Yet, even after he nuts in you, he still wants more. He isn’t worn out just yet. In fact, he’s more alive than before. 

“How do you feel now, baby?” 

“I want.. I-I want more.”

Just as he says this, he moves his head into your chest and starts to lick on your breasts. Toji had always loved the size of your chest. They were big enough to grab with two hands, and every time you fucked, he sucked on your tits like he was a baby. He starts making out with your breasts, moving his tongue along your nipples on to the fat. 

“Ngh~ yes, Toji.. don’t stop, baby.” The more he latches on your breasts, the more he starts to bit into you. You jolt at his harsh bits into your boobs, so much so you orgasm, letting out a loud growl in libidinous, squirting all onto him. You can’t help but tightly grab his hair and release him from your breasts, and you look at all of the blood surrounding his face. Yet, something looks different about him. Toji isn’t the same after you finish, in fact, he changes into a whole new man. Yet, when you look at him, he genuinely was unrecognizable; his eyes now illuminate with a deep red and fangs grow from his teeth, drenched in your crimson milk. You were in awe however, and from the miraculous amount of blood that was drooling from his mouth and the grin plastered across his face, something sparked in you.

“Can you do one last thing for Mommy?” 

“Anything.. Anything you like.” 

You remove yourself from on top of him, sitting right next to him and letting his eyes follow your every movement. You raise your hand above your clit, and trail your finger around your pussy. He understands your motions and quickly gets on top of you, moving towards your clit where he can eat you. You get hold of his head, pushing it into your clit. He starts to eat your pussy, and the strikes of pain turn into rushes of euphoria. “Yes… eat for Mommy.. D-don’t stop..” He eats into you; licking his tongue along your tight clit, grazing his fangs across every fiber of you, and letting out groans the more he feasts on you. In that moment, you judder when you release onto his face and let him absorb the fluids into his mouth.

You let go of his head and rise up to your face, taking you in in your glory. His mouth is leaking with blood and your squirt, and you open wide so that he pours the contents in his mouth into yours. You take in, swallowing every last drop. The glowing in his eyes halt and he returns to what he looked like before; drenched in sweat, hair dripping, tears across his face, blood splattered all over him. He moves in closer to your cheek and leaves you with one last peck. “He whispers into your ear.. All better.

Though you knew something like this would happen, you’re just happy that Toji is back to normal. At least for now.

[leithillustration]

Once again I'm back from the dead after two weeks of forgetting to post anything. I swear the ADHD will not allow me to do anything on a weekly schedule!

Current WIPs

Illustration Portfolio

I've been building a PDF to help showcase my work. I'm forever intimidated by my website- I'll happily design someone else's but doing my own is always excruciating. I also get frustrated that every application for freelance work specifies different criteria/work examples they want to see, meaning I have to edit my site or make a new page every time. I am much more confident designing for print, so making a PDF portfolio is a lot more satisfying and I like the control I have over it. The plan is to make a master file for every aspect of my work, then I can duplicate it to delete or edit pages to suit different criteria before sending to potential clients.

It's almost complete, so now I'm glazing each page (all 31 of them because fuck ai scraping my work) and then I'll be uploading bits of it to my social media and website.

One more WIP and tags under the cut

Fitz and Fool doodles

Not exactly a specific work in progress, but I am in the midst of reading Fool's Fate and the only way I can cope with the anguish is by doodling cosy pics of my favourite boys (particularly when they are not quarrelling or in mortal peril). Eventually, I hope to work up one of my doodles into a bigger piece on Procreate, but currently I have so many ideas I just need to get them all down in my sketchbook first.

Thanks and love to everyone who has tagged me in their WIPs and SSSs recently, including @youarenevertooold @monbons @fiend-for-culture @theimpossibledemon @thewholelemon @nausikaaa @the-beard-of-edward-teach @aristocratic-otter @artsyunderstudy and @orange-peony. Sorry I'm so terrible at responding, I promise I really love reading about your work and getting to share in what brings you joy🩷 Big love to you all!!

Tags, as always, are pressure free and sent with love. You're all wonderful.

@iamamythologicalcreature @alexalexinii @cattocavo @that-disabled-princess @katatsumuli

@cutestkilla @rimeswithpurple @larkral @best--dress @scribble-tier @raenestee

@nightimedreamersworld @itriednottothinkaboutit @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @angelsfalling16

@argumentativeantitheticalg @lovelyladzzzz

[researchinggustavfrohlich]

Well, I guess I am in a very Gustavian mood today, so here are some more Metropolis goodies for you, folks! There’s one of two duplicates that I was able to find in better quality versions :-)))

As you can see from these pictures, Lang always had a very clear idea of precisely how he wanted a scene to be acted, and his directing style was all about showing the actors what they were supposed to do by doing it himself - he would always do that with Gustav and Brigitte.

And he was 100% a super attentive perfectionist, never satisfied with the first take, as Gustav knew all too well, as he told us about how physically excruciating and exhausting the shooting process was for him. It actually lasted for over a year, and it was of course a real odyssey - but well worth every single effort in the end.

Lest we forget how tough (and yet magnificent) of a process the making of this movie was for all involved!

[jessread-s]

Thanks to the publisher for providing me with an ARC in exchange for an honest review

✩🗝️🧚‍♀️Review:

Pearson’s adult debut is breathtaking! 

“The Courting of Bristol Keats” follows Bristol Keats as she journeys to a land of gods and fae and monsters. Desperate to save her father, she makes a deadly bargain with the fae king, Tyghan. But what she doesn’t know is that he’s just as determined as she is to find her father. 

Pearson’s worlds are beautifully crafted, rife with magical creatures, atmospheric landscapes, and intriguing magic. I was immediately captivated by her lyrical prose and compelling characters. 

I particularly grew attached to Bristol, our FMC, and her strong-willed personality. She is just as in the dark about her past as readers, but is relentless in pursuing the truth, making her character fun to follow. As the novel progresses, Pearson slowly pulls the rug out from under her readers by exposing the lies Bristol was fed by her parents. Each shocking revelation left me on the edge of my seat as I anxiously awaited Bristol’s next move. 

Her entanglement with Tyghan is swoonworthy, devastating, and messy. A relationship between them is forbidden, contributing to the deliciously slow pacing as they tried to ignore their sizzling chemistry. I really enjoyed how their bickering gave way to slow dances underneath the hazelnut trees, longing glances, and intimate moments. At the same time, the closer they got, the more I felt an impending sense of doom by Tyghan’s duplicity, knowing that the secrets he keeps from her have the power to upend everything. The tension Pearson builds is near excruciating, but kept me engaged all the way through. 

The abrupt ending of this book definitely caught me by surprise. It was different than I expected, but I can’t wait to into book 2 when it hits shelves!

Cross-posted to: Instagram | Amazon | Goodreads | StoryGraph

[fresh-new-yoik-watah]

DUPLICITY :

chapter 2 — Chief of Berk

“There are two ways to be fooled; one is to believe what isn’t true, the other is to refuse to believe what is”

summary : aja wakes in a strange place and meets her savior author's note : eeee hiccup introduction!!! pairing : Hiccup x Aja (OC) warnings :  descriptions of panic and injury word count :  1.9k masterlist

When Aja woke, her head felt as though it were being split open. Her entire body burned in excruciating pain, unable to tell where her limbs began and ended—arms, legs—it was all a searing inferno.

She pried her eyelids open. They were sticky, like peeling apart sheets of wet parchment. Her vision shifted in and out of focus as she blinked, forcing through the ache that pulsed each time her eyelids met.

As the haze slowly lifted, Aja made out the details of a low wooden ceiling. A flickering flame casted shadows across weathered, cracked walls, and barely sneaking past the thick scent of smoke burnt into her nose, she could faintly smell herbs. Her eyes darted around what seemed to be a one room hut. A bit small to call a house, but large enough that multiple overflowing shelves slotted against each wall. They held  jars filled with unidentifiable slosh and dried bundles of plants. At the far end was the source of the light, a dark cauldron releasing thin trails of steam as it bubbled over a flame. 

Then Aja saw them. 

Two figures, both seemingly women based on their physique, hovered between the cauldron and door, their backs facing toward her as they folded brown fabrics. The taller one was lean with auburn hair that cascaded down in long rope-like plaits; the other had wheat colored hair knotted into a single thick braid that covered a fur hood, she the stockier of the two, still slim, but the fitted blue tunic did little to hide her seemingly well maintained divots of muscle. Though that made her fleshy, if Aja struck her side she’d more than likely be fine from the wound, and the other would’ve been relying on her for physical strength, would rush to her aid over pursuing Aja, and that would give her just enough of a window to escape. 

Aja’s fingers twitched toward her waist, looking to grab the knives that were typically strapped securely to her belt, always within reach. But the tip of her middle finger met bare hipbone; her belt—more importantly, her knives—weren’t there. 

It was then she realized she was lying in a bed and her torso had been wrapped tightly in linen bandages, reeking of blood and something potently sour. She moved to look down, but her body sent an immediate wave of fiery protest, and before she could stop it, a gasp escaped, loud enough to make the two women turn toward her.  

Aja froze like prey caught in the sight line of a hunter. Her muscles coiled despite the agony that screamed against them. The taller woman moved first, her expression mixed with concern and curiosity as her large eyes held onto Aja. She crouched beside the bed and twisted to face back toward the blonde. “Get Hiccup,” she said. 

The other woman hesitated, her own eyes lingering on Aja before she slipped out of the room a moment later without a word. The door creaked as it closed behind her. 

The woman returned her attention to Aja. “You’re alright,” she said, her voice full and deep. 

The reassurance did nothing to abate Aja’s pounding heart, but there was no malice in the woman’s face. Aja noted the soft lines that decorated the corners of her eyes and mouth, the creases across her forehead. She seemed close—if not barely younger—to the age Aja’s mother would have been. 

“Can you understand me?” the woman asked. 

Aja’s throat was dry and tight as she hesitated and debated whether or not to respond. But she ended up giving a small, tentative nod. 

The woman’s thin lips curved into a smile. “Good.“

She reached toward a nearby table, returning with a small wooden cup. “Here,” she held it out over the bed. “Drink.”

Aja’s instincts warred with her thirst. Could she trust this woman—did she even have a choice? The woman continued to hold the cup patiently, and Aja relented. 

She raised a trembling arm, wincing from the sting that accompanied, and grabbed it. Her cracked lips met the cool surface as she took a sip. For being just water, it felt heavenly trickling down her throat, cooling her insides, and Aja drank the rest greedily, emptying the cup. 

“You’re quite lucky the chief found you, would not have made it with your injuries,” the woman said. “Do you remember what happened?” 

A flood of oranges and reds clawed their way to the forefront of Aja’s mind, tearing past the barrier her brain had temporarily built in an attempt to protect her, surging like waves crashing against a rocky shore. The cup slipped from her hands as her breathing quickened, clattering against the floor. Her hands balled into fists as they pressed against her head, the walls seeming to close in around her, the flickering fire warping into the flames of the ship. 

A flash of her fathers face—was he alive? Was anyone else alive?

The need to escape overwhelmed all else as she attempted to sit up. A sear of pain ripped through her ribs and she cried out. 

Thin hands reached for hers, pulling her arms away from her face, and brushed softly back and forth against her trembling knuckles. “Breath child,” the woman whispered. 

But Aja felt as if an iron band had coiled around her ribs, only constricting tighter as it refused to allow her lungs to expand. She looked around the room frantically, searching for something to ground her. 

Then a sharp creak cut through like a crack of thunder, stilling her through unexpectedness. Her head snapped toward the sound, and the first thing she saw was green. Eyes. Not the vibrant, crystalline green of precious stones, but lighter, moss-like, as if they belonged to someone molded by the soil, disarming her even as she internally screamed to stay on guard, but she found it hard to believe any evil could have eyes of such color. 

The rest of a face came into focus, features slowly being unearthed like dug up treasure. Speckles and blotches dotted the face—freckles—along with smudges of soot and dirt, blurring the line where nature had marked him and where human began.

He was a boy. 

Well, definitely not a boy, but it felt wrong to call him man. Youthful, was the better word. He had a wiry, taller frame, and his brown hair was tousled, sticking up in uneven tufts as though he’d run his hands through it far too many times. 

There was a hitch in his stride when he moved, unevenness so subtle it might have gone unnoticed if not for the squeak that accompanied. Aja’s eyes dropped, following the song and landing on his foot—rather the metal prosthetic that replaced it. It sprung and sunk with the weight of his body; it was the sort of thing Magnus would have loved to pick over. 

He cleared his throat, hovering just in front of the door. “Hello,” he said, voice quiet—nasally—but not timid. 

She didn’t respond if he was expecting her. She watched, ready to flee if he moved too suddenly. 

He took a few slow steps forward. “How do you feel?” he asked. 

Aja almost laughed. She was swaddled in bandages, stranded in an unfamiliar place, her mind still swimming in saltwater; how did he think she felt?

”In pain,” she replied, devoid of the humor she didn’t have the strength to summon.

He winced and murmured under his breath. “Right.”

He sidestepped and grabbed a short stool, its legs scraping against the floor as he dragged it toward the bed. He sat down, placing himself eye level with her. 

“Do you know where you are?” he asked.

Aja shook her head. 

”Ah. Well…” he trailed off and shared a quick glance with the woman who gave him a nod. “You’re on Berk.”

Berk.

Aja’s stomach churned. This had to have been some cruel joke, some sick, karmic punishment for her father’s sins. Of all the islands in the Archipelago, of all the beaches she could’ve washed up on. The gods themselves must have laughed when they casted her ashore. She should have drowned, maybe then she could’ve pleaded with them, begged for clemency directly. 

“I’m chief Hiccup,” he continued, the word chief dipping slightly in pitch, as though still foreign on his tongue, like a new cloak, too stiff and not yet broken in.

Then Aja realized if he was the chief, he had been the one that found her and brought her here. She would’ve been rotting in the sand, cold and lifeless, if not for him. She owed a debt. 

He blinked at her expectantly. 

“And you’re…?” he prompted when the silence continued to stretch.

He’d wanted her name. She considered lying, but she hadn’t prepared a pseudonym and now hesitated too long.

”Aja,” she answered. 

“Do you remember what happened?” he repeated the woman’s earlier question—who had moved to stir the cauldron. “What did this?” 

Berk didn’t know of her clan, or her father and his reputation—as far as she was aware—she herself hadn’t heard of Berk before the voyage. Still, if she had any hope of leaving the island intact, she’d have to tread carefully, and stories were more believable with truth slipped in. 

“I don’t know,” she said, forcing the words through the throb in her head. “I was sailing with my father and crew, and…” her voice cracked. “Our ship went up in flames. I went overboard.”

The chief’s eyes widened as he leaned back in the chair before exhaling slowly. “Gothi’s our healer,” he said, softer and less formal. “I’ll send her in, she probably has to change your bandages. Just…rest for now. I’ll be back, then we can talk more.” 

His leg squeaked as he stood, and whatever calm he’d managed to provide lifted with him as Aja’s insides sank like a heavy stone in water. 

He left through the door, the woman following behind. She cast a last glance at Aja before shutting the door, and the room was completely still, save for the crackling fire. 

Aja stared at the empty seat the chief left behind, her thoughts a tangle that couldn’t be unraveled, every thread tugged only tightening the bundle. A sob escaped from her throat as her chest heaved. She clamped a hand over her mouth, but another followed, then another, until tears spilled down her cheeks in hot streams. A fresh pulse of pain shot from her side when she curled her knees to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her legs as if the physical act might’ve kept her from falling apart. 

Her forehead pressed into the coarse blanket draped over her knees, tears soaking the fabric. It seemed hazy, unimaginable, reality fractured so drastically so suddenly. And how ironic, her father presumably dead on his quest for vengeance, his daughter alive left to complete. Was that what this was? A dying wish fated for her to carry out?

Aja sat for what had felt like hours, until her tears gradually subsided into quiet sniffles. Her body trembled from exhaustion, but she didn’t dare lie down, sleep feeling too much of a luxury. Her head leaned against the wall behind her as her bloodshot eyes flicked toward the door. She’d wait for the healer, having not much of another feasible choice.

But whatever it took, she’d find her way back home to her people. 

[jumpywhumpywriter]

"The Lost Hero" - Crippled Hero Presumed Dead part 15

Warnings: crippled hero, medical whump/operating with no anesthesia, dying, choking, collapsed throat, recovery whump

Logan chewed his lip nervously in the silence that descended, watching the color slowly return to Hero's skin as oxygen started circulating again. He watched her breaths grow more even, watched Villain's tedious work. Several long minutes passed. And then it all went wrong.

Hero jerked back to life, eyes flying open as a muted cry escaped her that was no more than a huffing breath through the contraption holding her mouth and throat open. Her back arched off the table as she started panicking, struggling hard.

Her strength caught Logan off-guard, and she managed to pull one of her wrists free from his grip to desperately grab at the thing protruding from her throat.

Villain jerked his head back just barely enough to avoid being clawed in the face while keeping his hands still.

"I told you to hold her down!" He hissed. "Do not let her hands get anywhere near where I'm working. If she knocks my hands in any direction even the slightest bit I could sever an artery which would kill her in minutes."

"Sorry!" Logan was fast to snatch Hero's free wrist and pin it to the table, holding tightly as she thrashed and writhed in his grip.

Noah was having an equally hard time keeping Hero under control, he was practically laying his whole weight over her legs to keep her from kicking and flailing.

"What about her powers?" Logan asked with a jolt of realization. "Won't she zap us?”

"No, she physically can't," Villain answered, brow furrowed in concentration. "The contraption holding her airway open has a power-suppressor in it. Because it's the exact one I used to save Hero's life the first time, and I needed a way to stop her from killing me when she woke up.”

Sweat dripped down Logan's spine from the effort of keeping Hero pinned, and he had to avert his eyes guiltily when he caught a glimpse of the raw terror clouding Hero's eyes, the helpless panic. He could tell by the subtle change of her breaths the points at which she would have been screaming in pain if she had a voice, and it made his chest twist to see her suffering like this. He knew she was hurting, the agony must be excruciating for her, and there was nothing he could do but partake in allowing it to happen. Because otherwise Hero would die.

Tears rolled down Hero's face as Villain worked, meticulously removing the old device bit by bit. He pulled out at least a dozen tiny pieces of warped metal, every soundless scream from Hero followed by a bloody plink as Villain dropped the pieces into a metal collection container.

Hero's struggles started to lessen as she tired herself out, and soon all she could do was lay there and take it. The silent screaming was awful to witness, a mere hiss of air escaping her every time the pain was too much, whistling through the contraption in her throat.

"All the old parts are out," Villain finally stated. "Getting the new one in is going to be trickier. The day I made Hero's device, I was so proud of the results that I created a duplicate of it, so I could experiment with it more and use the unique design for other projects. But it's harder going in than coming out." He got up and walked off, returning with a small metal frame-like structure in one hand with a circular disk on one side.

"This disk is what rests flat against the inside of her throat, right near the vocal cords. The second disk it goes with magnetizes to it from the outside, giving her her voice." Villain sat back down and picked up the blood-stained tools he'd used to dig out the old device.

Hero's eyes widened with fear and pain as he leaned over her, before she squeezed her eyes shut and braced herself.

Logan felt like he was going to be sick as he watched Villain carefully push the device deep into Hero's throat, maneuvering it into the proper position.

Hero's hands clenched tightly at her sides, and Logan could feel her arms trembling under his grip. Another muted scream tore loose from her as Villain used another specialized contraption to set the device into its permanent spot, making it so it wouldn't shift out of place.

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[adiabolikpastel]

Halloween is just around the corner, what do Skye, Yuuki, Rose, Calli, Yuki, Yukio, Kanaye and Rini plan to do to celebrate? 🎃 Do you have any headcanons of how they might celebrate Halloween at the Makai?

Sweet Patient Lovely Anon - I am so sorry that I have taken so long to reply to your ask. Things have been so busy for me lately, that I have just not had to time, but I thank you so much for asking and for being patient while I get it all together.

In the past I have done quite a bit of things for Halloween:

All Hallows Eve | Choosing Costumes Spooky Ask 1 \ 2 \ 3 \ 4 \ 5 The Fullest Moon Writing Prompts 1 \ 2 \ 3 Past Halloweens 1 \ 2

The blog has grown so much in characters over the years ~ So allow me to give you the 2023 Halloween Agenda! Full answer under the cut, enjoy!

[Tormented Reverie]

Yuuki

Per usual, Kanato & Yuuki love to dress up, and this year they thought it would be 'funny' to go as Dracula and his Bride. During this time Yuuki would be 4 months pregnant -as explained on her birthday. So, this Halloween would have been rather different from what either of them are used to.

Normally they would go out and get lots of candy, but this year Yuuki just wasn't up for it, which bothered Kanato. She ends up getting sick from all the sweets, and it doesn't end up being a very good night.

Yuki

I think by now Laito and Yuki would have been a 'thing' for a few years now - and still nothing official. Keeping with my addiction to 18+ Disney from last year, I would love to see them as Hook and Tinker Bell. I can see Laito parading him around to multiple human parties, before giving him a break back home. It's been long enough that I think he would allow Yuki a cuddle over a scary movie.

[Tormented Reverie: Another Daydream]

Kanaye

Isabella is definitely feeling the pumpkin head vibes this year. So she planned an entire photo shoot for her and Kanaye to do cute Pumpkin head photos. Taking a few Polaroids for her own collection as well. No parties this year for them, instead Isabella took it upon herself to educate Kanaye about the classic Halloween Movies, since has no idea what any of them are. It's a sweet and cozy night, complete with loads of decorated snacks and lots of cuddles.

Yukio

Ever the people person, Yukio drags Silas to rave after rave. He dressed the two of them up as Cruella Deville and a Dalmatian - Silas being the dog on a lease of course. While Yukio would entertain people for hours, Silas has a very small social battery. After having a talk about dragging him around last year - Yukio was supposed to stop after a certain time. Of course, he doesn't and Silas ends up ditching him.

The half-vampire does this to find peace with his less intense friends, only to have Yukio calling and texting him non-stop. Eventually, Yukio shows up to retrieve Silas, which starts a fight, which leads to a whole thing ... but ultimately leads to them in bed and the toxic cycle continues.

Rini

Not surprisingly, Kanato has planned another adorable father-daughter outfit for the two of them. While her brothers are off galavanting, Rini is taken with her parents to the Hallows Eve activities in the Makai. There she is paraded around by Kanato, who ensures that she is given extra sweets ... but Rini doesn't like sweets the same way her parents do.

While at the festivities, Yuuki doesn't interact with her much, spending most of the night entertaining the adults. Rini's night concludes with Kanato finally dismissing her off to bed with Yuuki. Her mother walks with her off to her room, tucks her in, gives her a hollow kiss on the forehead, and wishes her spooky dreams. While snuggled up with Bunny, Rini can hear the echos of the party, left wondering when she would be able to leave this place as her brothers have.

[Excruciating Duplicity]

Skye

Same as last year, Halloween is pretty much his night off - Skye loves to turn up. He has a reputation for making appearances in his full siren glory, becoming quite popular at Drag Shows, and that is something he plans to continue. Karl does expect him to perform duties to help with any festivities in the Makai, but on actual Halloween, he has the night off.

This year, things got rather spicy as a masked man approached Skye during one of his performances. It was strange that security didn't stop him, and the audience thought it was part of the act. The stranger completely altered Skye's routine, turning it into something steamer than what was normally allowed. It wasn't until the two dragged themselves off stage, breathless and wanting, that he recognized the stranger's eyes. This would be the first time Karl came to one of his shows, and the first time the two would hook up in a human world bathroom.

Rose

As the personal attending maid of the Demon King, Rose's schedule around this time of year is full. For as much as Burai had on his plate, Rose shared in every bit of it. Planning festivities for the Vibora common people, celebrations for nobility, rituals for the Makai as a whole - the Demon King has much on his plate, and as his personal Lupine, Rose was to be there for all of it.

Of course with all of this comes extra stress, and Burai makes good use of of his maid - at all hours of the day and night. Whether it's picking out his outfit for a meeting, or wearing it herself afterward, Rose experiences her true first Hallows Eve. However once it has passed, Burai does give her a few days off to recover.

Callista

Ah the glorious time of the year, when all the people of the Makai are able to be themselves among mortals. While living with her parents, Calli used to love letting her wings out and aweing the local humans with her 'master craftsmanship'. This year however, she would be spending it with her fiance - who was not the celebratory type. Despite her efforts to engage with him, Shu did not find the holiday as fun as she did but he did not stop her from indulging and decorating the mansion as she wished.

This is where Reiji, the ever-tidy, comes in. While instructing the spiders to weave webs across the mansion ceilings, the younger brother questioned her logic in creating such messes. The two exchanged in a debate of ideals, and wound up in front of Shu with the ultimate decision - as it was his house. The older vampire simply smirked and chuckled at the two, commenting that the bickering of children takes him back to when all the brothers lived together.

He would give each of them a pat on the head and say they would celebrate together. Reiji needs to loosen up, and Callista shouldn't make such a mess. Shu indulges in Callista's request for them to dress up together - the three of them - and when the night comes for the Hallows Eve ball, the two of them escort her. She dressed as a Belle from Beauty and the Beast - and the two of them as Lumiere and Cogsworth.

[plumsaffron]

Whenever some character in a franchise is stronger than others thought.

Whenever someone is able to do something that disrupts their threshold (usually when some character shatters the “coded assignment" others marked upon them to feel content for strange simplification assertion).

Whenever such is able to not stay down like the rest want.

Whenever something is able to stand on their own

A lot of people for some reason, have this desperate urge to go out their way to assign things upon- well… against them (usually to put down or make things less interesting) because strange want excruciating answer thirst.

Desperate fiending or nitpicking to find or reduce them or make realistic out of everything instead of acknowledging because they are they them, they are just that good at it (OR IT’S A CARTOON, FOOL).

Funny thing is people that are actually that good at something(s) are a flat out real thing that exists and can’t simply give an explaination or way to teach others. They just have a unique flow that is hard to imitate or may not be able to duplicate.

Seems like assimilating to other masses interests template trash is a huge trend.

The inability to simply accept one is able to because they just are.

Ah that reminds me of those in The K-PAX movie.

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Hephaes: Flames of Dawn

Designer's Reflection: Flames of Dawn

Obtained: Tides and Flames hell event

Rarity: UR

Attribute: Green/Fresh

Awakened Suit: Silence of Twilight

Story - transcripts from Designer's Reflection

Chapter 1 - Birth of Starfire

Chapter 2 - Lakelight Mirage

Chapter 3 - A Time of Trial

Chapter 4 - A Moon of Change

Chapter 5 - To Ashes

Story - summarized

Hephaes was the youngest of the Elf Gods to be born. Materializing at the Tree of Life, They were greeted and blessed by all the other Elf Gods.

One stood off to the side. It was obvious that the other elves would not let this one join the ceremony. "Arionus was not born at the Tree of Life," they all said. "They are an outsider."

That didn't stop Hephaes from approaching Arionus the Water Elf. No one had ever reached out to Arionus, so this was a shock to the older Elf God. Nonetheless, They blessed Hephaes in Their own way.

As Hephaes grew in age and power, They noticed strange things surrounding Arionus - mainly that the Water Elf always disappeared during the New Moon. Determined to find the truth, Hephaes searched the depths of Lake Bovaly, where Arionus had hidden. Hephaes' power still wasn't strong enough to fight back the tides, and They almost drowned.

Arionus saved Them, scared and concerned that someone had followed Them. It turned out that Arionus was cursed with pain and darkness from the Abyss, and They were trying to deal with the curse and break it by Themself. Above all, Arionus did not want to hurt anyone.

Hephaes promised to always be there to help. Even when it came time to design the Elf Gods' Holy Instruments, Hephaes was adamant that the Holy Grail would never be used as a weapon, and instead serve like a lighthouse: it would guide the lost back home.

With their Holy Instruments in hand, Hephaes and Arionus returned to the Tree of Life, eager to start their new lives as guardians of the holy tree - Hephaes became a guardian, while the other elves still disregarded and abused Arionus as a curse and an outsider.

That didn't stop the two friends from working hard to protect the elven forest and all the creatures. But the Abyssal Power was getting worse and racking Arionus with intense, excruciating pain. Hephaes opened the pathway to the holy tree's Source Spring, where Arionus could find Their Seed of power and use it to close off the Abyss; while the Tree of Life was connected to the Ocean of Memories, it meant it was also connected to the Abyss.

But the Wind Elf saw Hephaes open the passage, and They immediately summoned the other Elf Gods. Hephaes was trapped far away from the holy tree, and by the time They broke free and rushed back to the Tree of Life, it was too late. The Elf Gods had confronted Arionus, and now Arionus was in deeper pain.

The Elf Gods blamed Hephaes for everything and tried to convince Them to kill Arionus. But They would never kill Their friend. Instead, Hephaes summoned Arionus back to the Altar of Fire, where They used the power and strength of a sun to seal both Themself and Arionus away in the Holy Grail.

Connections

-During the Moon Memories leading up to the hell event, Ophelia finds the Altar of Fire, where not just fire emits from the Holy Grail. When the young queen disappears into the Holy Grail, Arionus is released.

-The Elf Gods never let go of their bigotry. When Nikki, Momo, you, and Loen enter the meadow leading to the Tree of Life, the Wind Elf accuses you all of serving the "traitors" and tries to root you in place, just like with Hephaes.

-Neither Arionus nor Hephaes betrayed the other. Hephaes' Reflection and Arionus' Reflection Lost Tides work together to show the duplicity of the other Elf Gods: forcing the Fire Elf away, ambushing the Water Elf and telling Them they were sold out, antagonizing the issue of the Abyss, and trying to get one friend to kill the other.

-Hephaes ends Their story by deciding to share Arionus' fate, to keep Them from being alone. One of the turning points in the hell event is Hephaes deciding to use up Their Fire Seed. As the two Reflections explain, giving up one's Seed meant one would eventually become mortal. And at the end of the Tides and Flames event, both Hephaes and Arionus fade away.

-Even though the Fire and Water gods are dead, they aren't truly gone. First, Leonid's Prophecy explains that all gods go through a cycle of death and rebirth. And second, their powers and colors intertwined to create the Flower of Eberne, an important item in Love Nikki in one of Orlando's memories.

Fun Facts

-Hephaes' name is taken from the Greek god Hephaestus, who was the God of Fire and Crafting.

-The Wind Elf called Hephaes' friendship with Arionus "self-righteous" and "blind trust." If anything, Fire Elf Hephaes is the only one who saw clearly: understanding Arionus' plight, learning as much as They could about the forest, seeking solutions beyond just violence. The other elves were self-righteous, arrogant, and blindly hateful.

-Only Hephaes and Arionus get names. The other Elf Gods are just referred to by their nature element, like Rock or Wind.

-In the Reflection and event, Hephaes is presented as gender-neutral, but Their voice actor is masculine.

-The other Elf Gods claimed that Arionus was an outsider and didn't belong at the Tree of Life... but Arionus' Seed was already at the Source Spring. The Tree of Life already recognized Them as an Elf God and a guardian.

[free-range-writing-prompts]

Execution Methods Survey

We are conducting a survey on which methods of execution are the most humane. Anyone who is able to confirm having established contact with the soul of a person who was successfully executed, please fill out this list by asking the executed person’s ghost the following (personal details only included to avoid duplication in the event that the same ghost is contacted and surveyed by more than one medium, or in the event that further clarification may be needed as regarding the details of how the execution method was carried out):

Name of Executed Person:

Place and Date of Execution:

Method of Execution:

Please Rate the Execution 0-5 where 0 represents “Painless” and 5 represents “Excruciating”

Please Rate the Execution 0-5 where 0 represents “Instantaneous” and 5 represents “Tortuous Slow”

Please Rate the Execution 0-5 where 0 represents “Recommend” and 5 represents “Please God, No”

Please Rate the Overall Perceived Humaneness of the Execution Method 0-5 where 0 represents “Completely Humane” and 5 represents “The Person Who Thought of This Method Should be Executed via the Same”

**Please append the name and Badge Number of the Registered Medium who conducted or certifies the spiritual contact with the Executed Person interviewed, and submit completed survey forms to your local chapter of the Universal Guild of Mediums.

(Please note that a separate, though corresponding, survey of UNSUCCESSFUL executions is being carried out among the incarcerated persons so concerned. Only include for submission in this survey responses from DECEASED persons who were executed)

(Also please note that the scope of this particular survey only includes INTENTIONAL, officially sentenced Execution as a means of death. Murder (including unofficial or unauthorized 'executions' by persons not holding any legal authority), Assassination (even if sanctioned by the state or one of its duly appointed agents), death in battle or brawl, acts of war or of nature or deities, all instances of 'self-defense' and accidental deaths are NOT to be included in this survey)

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[the-firebird69]

PROMETHEUS Clip - "The Engineer" (2012)

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Shaw

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Engineer in this scene

Olympus