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needspacedumphere · 3 years ago

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Con O'Neill: *completely deranged, high off drugs, holding a gun and forciblly kissing another man while he cries*

Me: sure hope this doesn't awaken anything within me

#writing inspiration #perfect neck positioning

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needspacedumphere · 4 years ago

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FIND ME WHERE NO ONE CAN SEE This wasn't supposed to happen.

Dark didn't know how this happened.

All he knew was that he didn't have access to his powers, his arms were restrained behind his back, and Celine and Damien were standing in front of him. In flesh. The most irritating part of it was that they didn't look confused. If anything, they looked victorious. He pulled at his bonds and suppressed the spark of fear he felt, summoning all his resolve to get him out of this new situation.

"Celine, I think our... friend needs to be punished. He tricked both of us, didn't he? Kept us contained in that body for so many years... well, it gets lonely." Damien stepped forward and looked down at Dark, then reached forward. He stroked over Dark's hair but was forced to jerk his arm back when the demon lunged forward in a bite. The force caused the demon to tip forward and fall face-first into Damien's shoes.

"I believe he does. It's obvious he's not above using his teeth, so I believe I should get this end." She stepped forward and lightly stepped on Dark's head, the heel of her shoe digging into his cheek. The demon fought down a whimper at the unexpected pain- he didn't know what pain was, he never felt pain- and swallowed. "Do you think they still sell toys for women? The ones I had to wear? You remember those, don't you?"

"I do indeed." Damien hummed softly and looked over at where Dark's phone laid. He walked over to it and put in the code, easily searching up what he needed. They could always see through Dark's eyes so they knew how to use such things. He nodded at her and she smiled, digging her heel in a little further. "I think this will be a proper punishment. Us two using him like he used our essences."

"How fast can it get here, do you think?" Celine asked. She quickly scrolled through the options, eyes widening a few times as she clicked on several options. Each decisive tap of her nails made Dark flinch under her heel as she would dig in a little. It sent a sadistic pleasure through her and she glanced over at Damien.

The man was going through the drawers, pulling out fine clothes and inspecting them. He raised an eyebrow at a few of the options. There were quite a few tight briefs, as well as still-packaged thongs and what looked like skimpy clothing. Gifts, perhaps? Most likely from Wilford. He changed each time they saw him so it wouldn't be out of the norm. "I think we should have him wear the gifts people have given him. It is quite rude to not at least try them on, isn't it Celine?"

"I quite agree." Celine hummed and pulled her foot away from Dark's cheek, watching as blood rose up. It appeared she had pierced his skin. Another strange thing, really. Dark hadn't been able to bleed before. She reached down and tugged at his hair, forcing him back onto his knees. There was fear in his eyes. They both quite liked that.

She crouched down in front of him and pulled out the dagger she kept strapped to her thigh, tapping it once. Celine dragged a fingertip across the sharpened side and watched as blood beaded up and started to fall. She had forgotten what pain felt like. What it was like to scream as knives were dragged against skin, or to feel the tingle of energy move across her throat and hands as she spoke the language of the spirits. Even the simple act of breathing was as intoxicating as liquor.

The demon's eyes widened and he leaned back as far as he could without tipping. There was a new sense of terror in his gaze at being confronted with someone, something, that could hurt him. At someone who seemed to revel in the sight of blood. "Celine, you don't- I am practically human now, I can no longer hurt you. You don't need to do this. Truly, if anything it is beneath you. A powerful witch-”

"Oh, hush. I don't plan on hurting you. Not like this." Celine rolled her eyes and pulled on his shirt. She put the blade up against it and pulled it, easily cutting through the fabric and leaving his chest bare. It was easy work to strip him of his top clothing and toss them across the room. "Be a good demon and maybe I'll be nice." She tapped his bottom lip with the blade and watched as the demon nearly went cross-eyed. Oh, she could not wait to wring all the emotions they could out of him until the only thing he knew was them.

Dark nearly pleaded again but instead bit his tongue. His eyes widened at the harsh pain from it and the sudden taste of iron that spread across his pallet and instinctively opened his mouth. He was blind to the image he was broadcasting to both Celine and Damien; he stuck his tongue out so he would not swallow the blood.

Damien rose an eyebrow when he saw the sight but didn't say anything. From where he stood he could see red dripping onto the carpet, even if it was disguised on the blackened tongue. Without thinking about it he reached out and pinched it between two fingers and held it firmly, watching as Dark struggled and winced in pain. It was cold, he noted distantly. Was Dark not quite as human as they assumed? Perhaps he still held most of his corpse-like qualities, just not the actual state itself. How interesting!

“Celine, dear, why don’t you go pick an outfit for him? This is his first time, after all, and we aren’t complete monsters.” Mockingly he released Dark’s tongue and stroked his hair back, reveling in the way that the demon shivered. It wasn’t particularly cold in the room either and the way his skin darkened proved that. Damien sighed and drew his hand away slowly; he traced the line of Dark’s jaw until finally his fingertips left cool skin and rested by his side again. “He took good care of this body… we may as well make sure that he receives some reward.”

“He? I don’t think it deserves to be called a “he” any longer.” Celine rolled her eyes but decided to follow what Damien said anyway. As… dense as he was at times, he did have good ideas. Rarely, but he did. She walked over to the drawers and looked around until she found something rather enticing.

The outfit in question was modest, but also not. It was a dark red bralette with a sheer panel of fabric that would fall around his ribs and flowed from where it would touch his waist. The lower part of it was a pair of sheer underwear that had a surprising amount of coverage. The back of it was a simple string, though, and that it had what could only be compared to a train. On closer inspection she realized that the fabric could be unhitched and made to cover the front as well, but it came at the expense as some of the back losing the thickness that gave it its decency. In the package she found that there was black, delicate lace choker with a thin chain that could be attached to the front of the bralette.

She brought it over to the bed behind Dark and used her knife to cut through the plastic and bring out the contents. They were laid on the bed and she trailed her fingers over the fabric and was pleasantly surprised. She had been expecting some sort of cheap, scratchy fabric but this was pure silk and satin. She ran her thumb over the bralette and rose her eyebrow when she felt that it seemed to have some sort of supporting structure. Almost like a corset. The underwear was just fabric but that was fine.

Damien was sitting in front of Dark and trying to feed him a strawberry. Where he had gotten one Celine didn't know, but she assumed that he may have had one on him when he was taken in. It didn't look rotten so she assumed that meant that it had gotten preserved as well. Dark didn't appear to be having it, however, and was attempting to pull away.

"I am not some animal you can tame with a whip and food," He hissed lowly, eyes narrowed into slits. His fingers were curled into fists but it did little to protect him. He grew even more infuriated when Damien had the audacity to laugh at him like he was some child, or a spitting cat. "You will pay-"

Laughter broke the threat and Dark sputtered, rearing back. Damien was- Damien was mocking him! Him! His shock only lasted a moment before he was snarling and lunging forward to try and dig his teeth into soft flesh. He was met with something sweet being shoved into his mouth and he gagged. He was forced to pull back and process the fact that there was something blocking his mouth. It took more than a few moments for him to process that Damien had shoved the strawberry in during his lunge and that he had bitten down on it. Liquid ran down his chin and he forced himself to spit it out, gagging slightly. "Now, now! Don't be so rude, Dark! I'm just trying to give you a taste of something sweet. No need to be so dramatic." Damien tapped the demon's nose and watched as dark eyes narrowed into slits. A pout crossed his own lips and he crossed his arms. "Celine, dear, do you think that we could ask for a tray of fruit to be brought up? I..." His voice faltered and he glanced away from Dark. "I don't remember what they taste like." Celine stilled from her stroking of a fabric and glanced over at Damien. Her eyes softened slightly and she nodded. "Your voice is similar enough to Dark. Find a way to keep him quiet and get him out of sight, and you may order your fruit." A pause, then a soft sigh. "Chocolate. Dark, if possible. I had a piece but I believe it fell out of my pocket before..." Her fingers tightened around the plastic and it crinkled harshly. "Before it took us both."

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needspacedumphere · 4 years ago

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"My mind never shuts up, you know. Always whirling. Always thinking. That's what you like so much, right? Even though I know you get annoyed-" The professor's voice was cut off by Jim's fingers pressing harshly against his lips and then down, pulling him toward. Rick nearly whimpered and flicked his eyes towards where Jim's wrist was pressing against his chin.

"Jim, be nice. We don't want our guest to get scared, so we?" Melinda chided. Sometimes, the professor just needed to be quieted. He needed to have his active mind brought to its limits until he finally shut down and started begging for them. Started being clear again. They had discussed various things before starting this but one thing was a mystery- and they could tell it. When Rick was asked if he was likely to call them any titles he had gone red and actually stuttered. said you wish you could-”

PEG/ORDE/M-D/M-S/CRY/VUL ^^^-----ORIGINAL TEXT-----^^^ "My mind never shuts up, you know. Always whirling. Always thinking. That's what you like so much, right? Even though I know you get annoyed and I’m s-” Rick’s voice was cut off by Jim reaching forward and hooking him in the mouth and dragging him close. The professor whined softly and looked up at the paramedic with slightly lidded eyes and his shoulders curled in a little. Jim roughly stroked across Rick’s cheek with his thumb and the other leaned into it. “‘orry…” “Jim, be nice. Don’t scare him off.” Melinda chided. She had been lounging on the opposite side of Rick and gently stroking down his arm when he had started chattering. She winced a little at the comment as she remembered the context. If she had known his issues ran so deep she wouldn’t have said anything but the fact was, she did. It had meant to be a friendly jab but it had hurt him. He had even told her about how he avoided making personal connections because he was wary of being hurt. “What did we say about negative talk, hmm?” With a soft croon she scratched her fingers through his hair- dry and hard, he hadn't been taking care of it- and across his scalp, drawing a content moan from around the thick fingers in his mouth. His gaze flicked to her and he whined softly. "Good boy. You are doing so good, Professor, so good for us." Melinda murmured. Her black nightgown brushed against the back of his thighs and he relaxed a little more. Jim withdrew his fingers and traced along Rick’s jawline after wiping off his fingers on the sheet with the professor following him. It sometimes came as a shock to them how much Rick just… blended in. To their- her and Jim’s- relationship. It hadn’t been planned or plotted, but it didn’t mean there weren’t signs either. Still, nothing might have come of it if not for what happened. He had been brought in after a particularly difficult ghost ‘case’ and had confided in Melissa. In a way. He had a slight mental breakdown that resulted in them taking him to their home- and not long after, his- in a shock blanket. They hadn’t known exactly what was going on until they found him with a finger between his teeth and rocking slightly back and forth. Both of them had exchanged glances before kneeling down and holding him till he calmed down. --- “I- I felt it- her- inside of me. It wasn’t like when-” Rick’s stuttering increased to the point that he could no longer talk and he buried his face into Melinda’s chest. Jim had narrowed his eyes a little but a slight shake of Melinda’s head quickly had him biting his tongue and placing a hand on Rick’s back. The professor flinched and burrowed deeper into Melinda with a soft whine. “It wasn’t like last time. I saw her. She- she-” It had been a little girl. She had gone missing nearly forty years earlier and no one had ever found out what happened to her. Until now. A body had been found in Grandview. A four foot body of a little girl.... but missing a head. They had pulled her out of a lake and scoured it but they never found her head. Not until Melinda had gotten the little girl to write out the name of her killer. It had been an old man who no one had even considered a suspect back then. It turned out that he had been killing children- mostly girls, but one boy had been killed after trying to protect his sister (“He was three! He was-”). The boy was the one who had led them to her body. The girl had latched onto Payne after he was the first one to touch her skull and practically possessed him. By speaking through him he had seen her final memories. The ones of her murder and the events afterwards. She had been the first one killed. The rest followed over the course of thirty years. Each one she saw, and each one she felt their death resonate through the Layer. Each one added to her energy, and she grew angrier and angrier until she had the energy to possess and share from the simple contact with her skull. He had come with Melinda and Jim after practically begging. Ever since he had seen the ghost on his machines he

had been eager to see one. His eagerness was barely diminished by the fact it was a child. He hadn’t expected it to be so gruesome. There was no way to imagine what had happened to her. Payne had gotten a full view of all the deaths of all the children and felt all the emotions they had. Felt the rage, the fear, the confusion that they had felt. It had overwhelmed him to the point of incoherency.

Her- his (?) head had been ripped off while she was alive by a tractor. It had ripped it clean off. It was an accident at first, but her killer liked it. Liked it so much he would spend the next thirty years killing more. Payne had been forced to go through all of those memories, all of those feelings, all of them compressed to just under 2 minutes. Two minutes of terror, pain, and anger so strong that he had a seizure and was nonverbal for nearly an hour later. In a way of coping with the harsh memories he had fallen upon what the first little girl did. After her death, but before she realized she was a ghost, she had stayed where she died for nearly ten years, holding her doll, crying for her mommy and daddy, and rocking. Her head hadn’t remained on this entire time. She had also ‘hallucinated’ seeing her parents- who had really been her grandparents calling her from the Light- but she hadn’t understood. Older ghosts had tried to help her but she was so distressed that she couldn’t understand them. Understand their helpful intentions. That had been reflected in Payne’s reaction to her trauma. He had started mimicking her, from her childish tones to gripping a doll that only he could see. At least until Melissa had Jim run to her shop and grab one of the vintage teddy bears for sale. It had a beautiful red, silk ribbon wrapped around the neck of the toy and plush paw pads. It was obviously a loved toy by a child long since grown up, and now it was a toy for a man who could not tell the difference. --- Rick had fled after he gained enough consciousness and awareness to finally drive home. Or at least try. He couldn’t get in his car because Jim had taken his keys, having anticipated this act of his. It wasn’t uncommon for those with inflated pride who had taken a massive blow. That and trauma victims. He was an EMS worker, he saw people with various levels of trauma- physical and mental- daily. After the plane crash well… he hadn’t had any direct victims to work with, but the families and his fellow EMS workers had gained their fair share. It would have been a dramatic scene for the neighbors if it hadn’t been raining so hard that it was forcing everyone inside. Everyone but the hyperventilating, pasty man and Jim. Melissa had tried to rush out after him but he had insisted she stay inside.If both of them got sick then they were screwed. That didn’t stop her from rushing to the closet the moment she realized that Jim was carrying Rick in his arms, soaked with both his tears and the rain. As soon as they were both under the safety of the overhang she tossed a towel at Jim but more carefully wrapped one around the professor. He had flinched and glanced around like he wasn’t quite there. Almost, but not yet. There was still a heavy haziness in his eyes that showed that he was still somewhat lost. “Shh, shh, baby, it’s going to be alright.” Melissa murmured. She brought him into a tight hug and rocked him gently, whispering into his ears soft reassurances. “Come here, Professor, we’re going to keep you safe.” She couldn’t believe how Payne was practically melting against her and how his hands were curling into her shirt. He’d never gotten like this before. This wasn’t like the hugs they had shared, both brief and long. This was desperate. Clinging. There was warmth running down her neck and she realized he was crying again. She had never seen anyone so affected (effected) by a possession. Then again, most weren’t so violent and rarely with children. Children were always more powerful. More emotional. She narrowed her eyes a little at a murmur, more of a whimper. “You’re doing so good, baby boy. Just breathe. Breathe for Mommy.” Jim’s eyes widened as he heard Melissa speak but he didn’t say anything. He could see that his wife was doing something, and that she knew what she was doing. Or at least had an idea. She flicked her eyes at the ground, then at Rick, and he obeyed her silent requests. He wrapped his arms around Rick and Melissa both, pulling them into a warm bear hug. Rick had flinched violently but hadn’t

pulled away. Jim seemed hesitant but an encouraging nod from Melissa had him speaking softly only a moment later. “Daddy’s here, little one. We’ll protect you from all those scary ghosts.” He knew he would be getting a talking-to later about how ghosts weren’t scary, just misunderstood, but he couldn’t make himself care.

Rick whimpered softly and curled in more into Melissa. He didn’t protest the titles though, so they saw no reason to backtrack. Not now. Not while Melissa was bringing them both to the ground and leaning against the couch, keeping her arms wrapped tight around him and comforting him with all she had. “W-why.... Why? Why are they so…” Rick lifted his head away from her shoulder to speak but it was practically incoherent. His voice was strained from the screaming of earlier and the general stress of tears. He saw out of the corner of his eye Jim moving to put a hand on his back and he fought to suppress a flinch. Apparently not enough given by his recoil, then slow retry. He didn’t fight it that time. What was the point? They took his keys, they gave him a bear, they saw him begging and screaming for his (her, she was running through the field, she didn’t mean to cross the land, she was sorry-) parents as he clutched at his own head like it was going to pop off. It wasn’t only that, either. No, he had felt… special when Melissa called him ‘baby boy’. When she and Jim called themselves ‘Mommy’ and ‘Daddy’. It latched onto something inside him that he hadn’t known he had- or perhaps it was something entirely new. He wasn’t going to protest either way. He’d deal with that crisis later once he was sure that it wasn’t just the remnants of the little girl who was screaming in the back of his mind. With a thick, cloying swallow he looked up at Melinda and forced his eyes to meet her. Expecting judgment, amusement, he couldn’t hold it for more than a moment but that was all that he needed. He didn’t see anything like he had been expecting. It was the opposite, really. Melissa looked sincere, and almost loving. Like… like he deserved it. It made him flush red and he buried his face back into her collar and verging on her chest. He felt her put a hand in his hair and gently stroke, massaging a soothing pattern. He couldn’t yet bring himself to call her by her appointed title. It was the last of his pride clinging on to rusted chains. “Jim, go into the drawer on the right side of the kitchen. There are sippy cups and baby bottles that I brought home to clean before they went on sale. Start up a pot of milk and honey and boil the bottles in another pot to sterilize.” Melissa instructed softly. She could feel the professor’s breath hitch against her chest and she cooed quietly. With a gentle maneuver she laid Rick down so his head was in her lap and his eyes closed. Her husband nodded and left to complete her instructions. It definitely wasn’t what he expected his first bottle feeding session to go like but he wasn’t complaining. At least with Rick it would involve less fussy-crying. He sighed as he started up the stove and pots. He truly hoped that his wife knew what she was doing. She normally did, but this was something new for both of them. They had taken care of that baby while Melissa had dealt with the little boy. He could hear her softly murmuring to Rick as he worked. It was… cute. Almost fitting. He had used to be quite irritating, Jim would admit. Always calling him “Melissa’s Husband” “The pretty one” and, on one occasion, blatantly flirted with him in front of her. He had already had a suspicion that the professor was bisexual- he’d flirted with him and Melissa enough to at least give off the idea that he could be- but there was no way to be positive without outright asking him. “Hey, Mel, ask him if he’s lactose. Don’t want to make him sick.” He called from the kitchen. Melissa occasionally stress baked- attempted too, really, Jim almost always took over in the end- so they had both types for various recipes. He could hear her asking the question and paused till he got a response. Almond milk it was. He got the milk out of the fridge and started to warm it, keeping an eye on the old bottle. It was a sturdy thing, he could tell. Thick glass. It took about ten minutes before everything was finished and he wrapped the bottle in a thick kitchen towel. He walked back out to where Melissa was still sitting across the

couch and where Rick had his head resting in her lap. She had her head tipped back back and was still threading her fingers across his scalp. When she heard him return she tipped her head back down and smiled. “Come on, baby. I had Daddy make you something to drink.” Rick raised his head and shuffled back so he could lean against the couch next to her. He brought his knees up to his chest and glanced over his knees at Jim. There was a soft sort of vulnerability in his gaze and he side-eyed Melissa nervously. He relaxed a little at the nod she gave him and took the bottle carefully. It was warm and oddly alluring. There was something in the back of his mind that screamed at him that he shouldn’t be doing this, that he should be drinking beer or something, but there was just something about it that made the fuzziness encroaching on his mind so much thicker. It took a few seconds before he had the courage to bring the bottle to his lips. He kept it mostly hidden behind his drawn knees and one arm draped over them, but Melissa had a full view. It was okay if she did. She had already seen him at some of his worst moments. Moments where he was possessed and blood dripping from his lips. His best friend’s blood that, on bad days, he could still taste the iron.

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needspacedumphere · 4 years ago

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#I'm lonely.#I don't like admitting it.#I don't like others knowing how much it hurts that I can't have friendships.#Not 'in life' friends.#I have two friends. Two good friends. I'd do anything for them. They would for me. But I've never met either of them.#I wish I had a friend that I could have sleepovers with.#Go to movies. The beach. Ice skating. Things that my siblings do. I #I think I hate myself.

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I wish it was legal to muzzle stranger's dogs. Not service animals, obviously, but just loud ones that the owners don't care enough to shut up.

#Sensory. Hell.#Fucking hate dogs. Sorry dog lovers.#rant

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needspacedumphere · 4 years ago

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Loki being stuck in an endless 6 year loop.

Thanos.

Avengers

War.

Thanos

Avengers

War

Thanos

Avengers

War

Over and over again. His eternal punishment.

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Thanos said after he finished he would watch one last, beautiful sunset. He did.

He cried as he killed his daughter. The one he loved.

He's fond of bubbles.

PETER NO NO NO NO SCREAMS YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED ON THE BUS

TONY HAD HIS RESPECT. HE DREW BLOOD.

HE LIKED PETER. HE RESPECTED THAT HE WOULD HAVE TO KILL THE ONE HE LOVED

HE NEVER EXPECTED HE WOULD HAVE TO DO IT HIMSELF

GAMORA FIGHTING HIM

GAMORA

MARIA HILL NICK FURY NO

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needspacedumphere · 4 years ago

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A blue bird singing so mournfully, nothing left to say

So he just sings in the dark waiting for the day to be free

one day he came but then he left and locked it away leaving the best to sing locked away in the dark

Then two more came holding the key in the book saying his name but he couldn't respond all he could do is sing out mournfully

The two left hearing only codes thinking they were mad that's really was only the bluebird singing out so sad

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E.J howled angrily, thrashing against the restraints. "RELEASE ME!" He snapped at the scientist near his face, nearly drawing blood. They had caught him while he was hunting- it was a trap. They were waiting for him. He had been in his more... human form when they had sedated then thrown him in the back of a van.

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Jeff growled, thrashing angrily in the cuffs. He had been cornered by a whole squadron of cops. After slaughtering three, he finally got taken down, cursing all the while. He had been shoved in the back of the car, and had been sitting in there since.

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Slenderman 'stared' in confusion at the glass, tapping it with a tendril lightly. "What...?" He tried to teleport out, only for his powers to not work. 'This is... odd.'

BEN floated up, planning on just ghosting through. He yelped when he hit the glass

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Lonri screamed as she was hit with the green blast, her body slamming into a wall. There was blood running down her temples and a moan of pain left her. "A-Agent Down!" Was rasped into her comm, and she passed out, unaware of a green shimmer around her.

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"Unidentified female-"

She was a female->

"Got hit by Loki's-"

Loki? So that was him who hit her.

"SHE'S FLATLINING!"

Crap.

She finally lost conciousness, feeling one last thing.

Peace.

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Then it was broken. Stabbing pain shot through her ribs as she awoke and she groaned softly. Instinctively Lonri reached up to massage her chest only for her wrists to stop and metal to clink against the metal bedsides.

"I see you are awake." A familiar voice spoke curtly. She looked up, blinking sleep away before responding in a dry voice.

"A-Agent Coulson. Why-" She coughed, her mouth and throat dry. "W-water. Please." As soon as she requested, a cool glass of water was brought to her lips. Despite the urge to just chug it, she knew if she did it would not be beneficial. "Thanks..."

"Welcome. I need to ask you a few questions if you don't mind." Coulson brought out a notepad, humming once. "Who are you?" This woman... she looked oddly familiar, but he couldn't be sure.

Lonri coughed a few times, then gestured to her covered ankle. Everyone knew about her technically-not-allowed tattoo of a bird leaving blue waters and into a pink sky- she had been far too drunk to really think about it at the time... is what she told everyone. If you looked closely there was a band of white between the blue and pink, with the bird barely touching the blue.

Agent Coulson narrowed his eyes before lifting the blanket. When he saw the tattoo he quickly took a photo of it, running it through the system. After a bit a... man, sitting in a room with his ankles on the table appeared. If he aged him up about 7 years... "Agent Lonil?"

Lonri flinched barely. That... that was her old name. The other that was only used on missions- mostly due to the fact she technically wasn't out. Why was it so hard to recognize her through? "C-can you-" She coughed again. "Lower the bl-blankets?"

The agent nodded once before lowering the blankets concealing her wrapped chest, and despite the pain a smile crossed her chest. Because, while flattened because of the bandages, there were two definite lumps underneath them. If she wasn't so angry she might have hugged the crazed sorcerer.

"I- I'm a girl."

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Deceit /hated/ his scales. They were ugly and itchy and he would pay to get them removed. He reached up to scratch at the scales, slipping a finger under one and biting his lip hard. A cry of pain slipped past his lips as he began to pull, lifting up the edge of a scale and slowly pulling it up. Tears and blood began to run down his cheeks as he gasped in pain, releasing it and shuddering. He had pulled off his glove to get a better grip, and was now staring at his blood-slicked scales.

They weren't directly his fault. Whenever the lightsides lied another scale would appear. His face was the last area where he still had human skin, and he hated it. If one looked closely they would see that the scales had light/dark blue, and a few were purple. He

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"Open the window!" The cop barked at the man currently sitting inside of it. The man inside was name Logan Croft, and he slowly placed his hand on the dashboard. "Is there a problem, officer?" His voice was cold, and he squinted at the bright flashlight. "Show me your registration." Logan rolled his eyes then reached down, not missing how the cop was reaching for his gun. He slowly pulled back up his hand, a leather wallet now in it. The cop snatched it from him and sneered, looking back at /1

*him. Logan rolled his eyes then reached down, not missing how the cop was reaching for his gun. He slowly pulled back up his hand, a leather wallet now in it. The cop snatched it from him and sneered, looking back at him and sneering. "It says female on your license. So, Ms. Croft, I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the vehicle and stand against the trunk." Logan flinched hard at the pronoun, slowly opening the door and stepping out. "My pronouns are He/Him, Officer... Dren." His/ 2

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Imagine Deceit sneaking into the commons when all the others are asleep and tucking himself under the counter just in case. He doesn't steal or cause mischief, and he always wipes away any sign he was there. What he does do it sit by the plugged in toaster, it turned up to full heat just trying to stay warm because it is so /cold/ with the D.S.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16627541/chapters/39096934#workskin

"...are you going to take me away, sir?" Roman asked hoarsly, looking at Patton's feet. (You do what you want!!

You said he died on the operating table, right? Maybe he was brought back by an experimental invention or they tried one last time? Sorry though!

"I- I'm sorry, kiddo. Roman passed away a few minutes ago. We tried everything."

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"Why didn't you ask for us to help?" Patton asked softly, gently rewrapping a wound. "We would have helped you. Made sure everything was going all right."

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Positive: Think of the agony, the horror, the despair, to die with the realisation that your lover killed you. Think how poetic would be, to have him die with his heart breaking both literally and figuratively.

Negative: … that's… that's almost worth it.

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Meanwhile, Rowena's face was taut with irritation. "He can't avoid me forever."

"I mean, he's petty and immortal," Sam pointed out. "So...technically he can."

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Rowena opened the door.

Looked at them.

"No," she said simply, then slammed the door in their faces.

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"Barking up the wrong tree, Crowley."

The demon snorted. "Only because Castiel's already marked his territory on the trunk."

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Everyone turned to the coffee table to see an apple floating in the air. Everyone stared, wide eyed and breathless. The apple suddenly disappeared, then all the others were lifted and started disappearing quickly, as if someone had been caught and was stuffing them all in their mouth, only there wasn’t anyone there and no one would fit multiple apples in their mouth.

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“Two, please,” L tells the man, who nods and begins crafting the sticks of wispy sugar.

“Oh, no, I don’t want one,” Light interjects, but L frowns at him.

“It’s not for you.”

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"Don't kink shame her. She just gets turned on by you cussing at her."

Contex- friend's Google voice only works if you cuss at it

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Sokka, zuko, katara on cruise ship

No benders allowed I guess? They are searching for something

Steve rogers is there too

So is bucky

Stucky ending

Captain submerges ship and kicks them off

They need to swim and follow a ship

"I'm sorry, the last time I followed a ship it was the fourties"

Nearly gets killed by rudder

They find this beautiful sea dragon. Two of them

One is blue with long green whiskers. Other is orange with fiery red whiskers. Bioluminescent.

Ride those back. Bucky remembers them

They land at a docking spot. Marshy.

Old lady shows up. Says she knows their secret

BUT

She thinks Zuko and Katara are pregnant.

(Bucky and Zuko had gone to hold hands)

"Oh, young people. Accidents happen, you know. I can help."

She pulls a skeleton out of her bag and throws it in the water at the beach. She then takes them to an old shed ( "I only watch shows with the word die in it!") And pulls out a broken board with Steve's face on it. Boba fet helment's in a tiny filler piece.

"Did he really ask you to find a piece that sorta fit and save it for me?" "Yes."

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Read Death Note Chapter 35 - MangaFreak

https://w10.mangafreak.net/Read1_Death_Note_35

L'appel du Vide - Chapter 11 - sarcasmandships - Death Note [Archive of Our Own]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4566456/chapters/31168566#workskin

Death Is Not The End - Chapter 3 - SilchasRuin - Death Note (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18127658/chapters/43341167#workskin

https://archiveofourown.org/works/834786/chapters/1640785#workskin

https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Hannibal (TV)/works

Once Bitten, Twice Numb - Chapter 13 - BeeCeit - Sanders Sides (Web Series) [Archive of Our Own]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17876969/chapters/46267915#workskin

Freedom Is Just Another Word - Chapter 6 - wbss21 - Thor - Fandom [Archive of Our Own]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2457326/chapters/5710040#workskin

Who We Are and Who We Were - Chapter 2 - cloakoflevitation - Sanders Sides (Web Series) [Archive of Our Own]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20222164/chapters/47958169#workskin

https://thomassanders.com/post/165270841418/surprisebitch-pinklikeme-denielsharman

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15437835

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14937162/chapters/39921351#workskin

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15304860/chapters/35507673

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16995594?view_adult=true

Spine - GalekhXigisi - Sanders Sides (Web Series) [Archive of Our Own]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19703284?view_adult=true

Son of Odin - Chapter 8 - wbss21 - Thor (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2764700/chapters/44360359#workskin

Child of War - Chapter 21 - wbss21 - Thor - Fandom [Archive of Our Own]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2656406/chapters/44548402#workskin

Silver Lining - Chapter 11 - NCSP - Marvel Cinematic Universe [Archive of Our Own]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16310633/chapters/39449182#workskin

One Intrusive Thought After Another - rcwiggins - Sanders Sides (Web Series) [Archive of Our Own]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19365412

Succumbing to Fate - Chapter 3 - TS_TheDuchess - Sanders Sides (Web Series) [Archive of Our Own]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19912501/chapters/47744929#workskin

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"Mom, I found a kid."

"What?"

"In the bushes. By the school. I found a kid."

"Ask them if they are waiting for their parents."

"Mom, the kid is no more than like... 2 months old. If that. It- wait- he is currently wrapped in my jacket. I'm walking home."

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"That orange stuff," he says, sounding betrayed, "is not marmalade."

Čiūčia liūlia dukrytėla mano mylimoji

Kiek jau kartų per dienelį tavį pakilojau

Pakilojau panešiojau patalėlį klojau

Čiūčia liūlia dukrytėla mano mylimoji

Auk didutė būk greitutė mano dukrytėla

Čiūčia liūlia dukrytėla mano mylimoji.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20799455/chapters/49435064

https://archiveofourown.org/works/834786/chapters/1599829#workskin

https://archiveofourown.org/works/813951/chapters/1559912#workskin

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16027292/chapters/37528544#workskin

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18012773/chapters/43054034#workskin

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4640358/chapters/11440852#workskin

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"No- no, please- I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please!" Deceit pushed himself away from his Sir, hands clasped above his head. He was trembling hard, the collar around his throat seeming to tighten

He had messed up. He had accidentally snarked at Roman, and led the light side to tears before he was pulled away semi-roughly. He had tried to say he was sorry, that he would be good, that it was an /accident/ but Patton had said it was no excuse, and put the smaller side on his knees, and pulled down his drawers.

It had hurt. A lot. His safeword had almost slipped out, but he cringed at what he imagined it would be like if he used it. Maybe instead of a hand he got a belt, or instead of the belt he got the whip. Silent tears were trickling down his cheeks as he twitched, laying limp on Patton's thighs. "T-thirty, sir." He waited for the last one, the hardest one, but... nothing came.

"Did you learn your lesson, Deceit?" The firm voice came from above him, and he nodded slightly fast, trying to be as expressive as he could to show his sorrow.

"Good boy..." The dad like side murmured, gently placing a cool pack on the reddened backside. He had been forced to punish Deceit after he had found him being mean to another, and honestly felt bad about it. The snake like side had started to cry at the 17th, and was trying not to run away by the 25th. "I'm glad you learned your lesson."

Deceit was... confused. Why wasn't he being shoved aside and told to go away? Why he been given ice? Was it to freeze him? Maybe if he left now and apologized... "'M not sorry. I should have cried. I'm not sorry..." He murmured, wiping away tears. "I- I'm not gonna go apologize to Roman now, sir."

Patton made a tsking sound, inadvertantly causing the other to flinch. "You can do that later, Dee. Right now we need to get you into the bath and wash away those tears, hmm?" He winced slightly as his words came out rougher than intended, and he gently placed his hand on the snake-like side's middle back. A frown left him as he felt something bumpy, and he lifted it... only to gasp quietly. The other's spine was protruding unhealthily, and his torso was covered in scars. They were light... mostly. There were three on his ribs, but most looked like fingernail scratches. "Deceit... what's going on, kiddo?"

Deceit flinched, humiliation going over him. He was probably going to be punished again... he just hoped the ice pack wasn't pushed to his chest. It was already hard to preserve heat. At the slightest touches to the scratches he jumped, eyes screwing shut. "'M not sorry..." He had tried to pull off his scales, and if Patton were to look further he would see areas where the deceitful side had succeeded. "I... I just wa-" No, not wanted, wanting was for the lightsides, "thought it would be worse if I was descaled..." The ice was burning him, but he only bit his tongue to hide the pain. "I won't finish soon... you will have to look at them."

Patton was frozen. How could he not have known this was going on? How could he have missed Deceit skipping meals and the bloody spots on the drawers? He gently pulled the pack away, turning the snake on his side and tracing a barely there finger over the thin and scabbing hips. "Dee... why didn't you tell me? If you had told me what was going on I would have helped you... you know that, right?" The snake-like side knew... right? He had too. Unless... "Deceit... you can tell when we lie, correct?"

He cringed down, nodding. His head went to be buried in his arm as he turned back on his stomach, spreading his legs slightly. He absolutely did not want to make punishing him harder than it had to be... that was a surefire way to get the whip. "I try t-too. I try to invade your privacy. It's easy..." He hated it. He knew that they hated it too, and he tried so hard to stop it. Why wasn't Patton punishing him already? He had cried, and tried to get away. Spreading his legs a bit wider he lightly bit down on his sleeve. "I- I'm not ready for the rest of my punishment, Sir." His words were muffled, and he tensed.

This had to stop. Now. "Baby boy... you don't have to do that. I'm not going to punish you anymore." He snapped his fingers, starting the tub. The water was scented a light citrus, and his heart sank. Deceit had /flinched/. Why had he flinched? He had to know that he, Morality, his /Daddy and Sir/, wouldn't hurt him. He knew Deceit was in a near-permanent little/sub state, but... this was bad. "Baby... Why are you scared? Daddy's not going to hurt you." Patton gently adjusted the other so he was laying on his lap, head against his shirt.

He made a soft gasp of pain as he was adjusted, instinctively clutching onto the baby blue shirt. "I do understand." He whispered, pulling away slightly. "I didn't cry. I didn't try to get away. Why are you punishing me...?" His last sir had always punished him for crying. No way was Patton that different... unless... was this his punishment? Getting comforted then punished again? "'M not sorry..." Please... this was worse than just being punished. The anticipation, the awaiting fear- it made him want to cry. Crying only lead to more punishment, though. "I'm not sorry. I'm not sorry. I- I will cry, I promise. I promise.

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"Ah- are you sure you don't want something else?" The waitress rose her brow, stopping her pencil. "We do have salads and juices."

Logan froze, hand shaking slightly. He didn't hear Virgil speaking to him, and he curled in on himself slightly. "I- I'll take a salad. Thank you." He should have ordered something healthy- not ravioli. So what if it was his favourite? Looking at the calories he cringed, then at his diet soda- it was still too much. He pushed it away, making a note to ask for water when she came back from her current duty.

The waitress nodded, crossing out his original order and walking off, oblivious to the turmoil that was going through Logan. He could finally hear Virgil, and held up his hand. "It- it is fine. I wanted a salad anyway." It still had too many calories- almost 70. Looks like it was time to start fasting again... Swallowing hard, he looked down, only to cringe as he saw in the reflection what she must have seen- a pale, overweight figure, sitting with someone who was far better (and better looking) than him.

Virgil was pissed. The spoon in his hand was being slowly bent, and he swore he could see red. How dare she? Logan had finally gotten over his calorie checking habits, his purely water and salad diet, his fear of eating out in public- and this /bitch/ completely set back the progress they had made. "Logan... don't listen to her. She's just being a bitch."

He flinched slightly, shrugging. "It's fine... I'm okay with a salad." Hopefully it didn't have dressing on it... that was at least 30 calories in itself. "Do you want something for dessert? They have lava cakes- your favourite." He murmured.

Virgil could eat whatever he wanted- the lithe male could eat as much and whatever he wanted and not gain a pound- adding that to the fact he went to the gym every other day and he was perfect. Logan, however... he could eat a piece of cake and gain weight. He tried hard to lose it, but it was nearly impossible. The doctors said it was some sort of disorder and he hated it. He could exercise till his shirt was drenched and only loose half a pound. He couldn't go to a proper gym either- he wouldn't ruin Virgil's reputation.

Virgil sighed heavily, not missing the guilt that crawled across the normally stoic man. "Logan... if you want to go home, it's fine. We can make something there to eat if you want?"

Great. Now he had made Virgil ashamed to eat with him. He stood up from the table, leaving a wad (of already counted) money on the table. "It's fine. I'll go on and go home- you finish your dinner, okay?" He gave him a weak smile, although his hands trembled slightly. "I'll take the bus."

God. No. "Logan. Please sit down." His voice was gentle, but there was firmness under it. "If you go, I go. You chose dinner tonight- you love this place. If you really want to go home we can order to go, but I'm not gonna just leave you." Virgil sighed, then took his boyfriend's hand. "If you really don't want to eat we can share a plate, okay? You do need to eat though."

...share a meal? That would be two things he Did Not Do. Take food from others ("Haven't you had enough? Don't be greedy.") and take something away from Virgil. "I... I'm just not hungry anymore." His voice was airy and tight. "You eat. I'm okay." His stomach growled slightly at the worst moment and he paled, eyes downcast. "I'm giving blood tomorrow anyway." He lied, shifting. "I forgot."

Bullshit. Logan was terrified of needles in his skin, and would never forget something like that. "Logan. Stop. You are hungry. I know you don't give blood unless you have too. It's okay." He said firmly. "Sit down, okay? Order what you want."

Alas, Logan only shook his head. His voice was small, and he spoke only a short sentence before he went quiet. "She was right." How could he have forgotten? He wasn't attractive. He wasn't... he wasn't okay. His skin was pale and there were obvious stretch marks on his arms. He had made the (horrible) decision to wear short sleeves (why had he done that? No one wanted to see that) and now was facing reality.

He. Was. Fat. God, why had he ever thought differently? Science said he was at an acceptable weight. Society however... He began to pull his sleeves down, hiding as much skin as possible. Surgery wasn't a safe option for him- being anemic did that to you. "Virgil..." He murmured out. "I... It's fine. I'm just experiencing cognizant distortion..." Of reality, he thought wryly. "I am being il