#GHHK!!

[kremy-lecroux]

Lily has anybody taught you to say swears yet or have your uncles been lacking

SHIT

[royakahoshiart]

Kou minamoto....

[gilitse]

[maskdoll]

making me suck off your stupid rifle muzzle really makes you look like an idiot, by the way. fuck you. if you just let me get my hands on that i’d show you how to actually u-ghhk. ghhh…

[achromatophoric]

Enid: *excitedly* Hey, Wends!

Wednesday: No.

Enid: Look at what I can do!

Wednesday: Stop.

Enid: Mmrghkt. Hhork!

Wednesday:

Enid: Ghhk.

Enid:

Enid: *garbled ta-da*

Wednesday: Congratulations. You fit your entire fist in your mouth. Are you proud of yourself?

Enid: *enthusiastic nod*

Wednesday: *profoundly aggrieved sigh*

Enid: *inquisitive gagging noise*

Wednesday: Yes, Enid. Despite the reprehensible indignity of your asinine demonstration, you still managed to not only inflict irreparable damage to my ego—

Wednesday: —but have also inflamed the apocalyptic inferno that is my paradoxical love for you.

Enid: 💕

Wednesday: That said, before you drown on your own saliva, shall I dislocate your jaw to free your hand, or would you prefer I contact emergency services instead?

Enid:

Enid: *choked gurgle*

Wednesday: *already calling* This is Wednesday Addams, requesting… Yes, the patient is Enid Sinclair. I’m well aware that this is my third call this—

[atm-sctey]

No, now stop squirming.

[Karat continued flying around, ignoring the several bite marks now littering her skin because of @c1rcuitb0ard . She started to yell out for Beau, that was her main concern.]

Beau! Beau! Where are you!?

- @atomic-profighting

[Beau's face to face with Prot Paschal, Beau trying to hold her infected arm away with her knife she kept concealed. Prot Paschal slowly turns to Circuit and Karat.]

Well well well!! New members!!! Welcome welcome!! :33

Ffuck- Ghhk-

[Beau's slightly injured, a deep wound on her face. She's weak and holding back against killing... her.]

[hiskillingjar]

Face Sitting (femStrade/MC)

second person. gn mc, referred to without pronouns, explicit genital mention or gendered pet names. i reigned in my feminisation obsession for you people (long sigh)

"You don’t seem to be having a good time.”

The basement air was thick and heavy with the scent of cigar smoke, streaming from the lit ember between clenched teeth. 

The herbal, almost botanical musk was only further enhanced by the pungent and ever-pervading smells of metal, grease, and blood you had come to associate with the dreadful room, a litany of scents that meant only fear, suffering and death was to come.

The weight of this scent was countered only by the thick smell of Strade's cunt, inches away from your gagged, drooling mouth.

"Why is that, hm?" She asked, taking the cigar from her mouth with another stream of exhaled smoke from her thick lips, before she tapped the ash away in a glass ashtray you were struggling to balance on your sweating forehead. "You know many people would kill to be in your place, right?"

“Ghhk, ngh,” You attempted to reply, but couldn’t manage anything around the ring gag between your teeth, only a splutter of drool answering her question.

She grinned like a demon and placed the cigar back between her teeth, a shit-eating grin that you probably would have melted over, had the circumstances been any different.

However, when the circumstances involved your week-long captivity without any potential for freedom, and the only things promised your way being torture and the longing for your own swift and merciful death, any potential attractiveness of the assailant had…very little to do with how you were going to react to it.

"Come on, show me a little enthusiasm," She continued to chide, clearly annoyed by your unwillingness to play along, before reaching down to rub her thick fingers over her weeping slit, the dew of pre-cum making the dark hair that covered every inch of her mons and up her thick belly slick and musty with damp. "I might show you a little kindness if you manage to impress me, you know."

You groaned weakly around the ring, your bound wrists trembling above your head while you tried not to tremble yourself. 

The potential for kindness was tempting, though you doubted that Strade could manage anything even close to that, no matter what she offered you, and you couldn't put up anything close to a fight (it was never a fair fight with her, after all), so...

You swallowed your pride with a thick mouthful of saliva, and keened forward to run your panting tongue over the wet fold of her cunt.

"That's it," She growled something close to praise, not even minding when the glass ashtray tumbled to the ground and spilt cigar ash on the hard concrete. She then pressed the fist of her free hand through your head and pinned your mouth to her cunt, not letting you move away or even really breathe. "Was that so hard? Was really such a struggle just to attempt to please me?”

You moaned a muffled response against her dark skin (darker still in the rich brown of her pussy), your tongue delving between her folds and tasting the tang of sweat and pre-cum.

“Ngh, kleine plage,” She hissed through those gritted teeth, her fist gripping your hair even tighter. “You sure as shit know how to eat pussy when you want to…”

Strade then closed what little gap there was left between the two of you, lowering herself (her heavy weight that had caught your eye back in that shitty bar) down completely and covering your gasping mouth with the thick wet of her cunt, blocking any potential you had to move…or to breathe.

She wouldn't have cared if you died between her legs, you knew that, perhaps only irritated with herself for cutting the fun short, and you felt deeply ashamed when a fire of hot desire came to life in your core, making you moan and whimper against her, your bound hands clench into tight fists and your thighs press together to quell anything close to actual pleasure.

"Scheiße, that's it," She growled, now rutting hungrily against your tongue, thick thighs tensing and squeezing on either side of your head like she was truly wanting to crush you there. "Mmmf, that's good, liebling, that'ssssss..." 

She seemingly lost herself a little, her body sinking over top of you, enough that you could feel her hot breath, thick with cigar smoke, against the crown of your head. 

"Sehr, sehr good..."

Your throat covulsed as you sucked in a breath that didn’t exist, met with nothing but the musk of her cunt. 

You couldn't pull back, you couldn't will yourself to sink into the concrete and get away from the danger, no matter how much you wanted to.

That option was rejected, like the Earth itself was rejecting you in place of the cold, industrial atmosphere of the basement, the metal, the death. 

That was probably the way you were meant to go.

That made sense.

[tickle-headcanons]

could you do sprout headcanons pls ?/nf

(dandy's world!)

(Yass of course :3....idk what with these random replys I make XD)

🍓 Sprout Tickle Headcanons 🍓

General

Hardcore lee-leaning switch — tries to act like he’s above it all, but the second someone goes for his worst spots, he’s toast

Absolutely wrecked by his sides, hips, and especially that little stripey scarf area around his neck/collarbone 👀

His laugh is super energetic and bouncy!! Starts out in indignant shouts like “HEY—! QUIT IT!!” but quickly becomes snorty giggle fits

Absolutely hates being tickled in public — insists it’s “not appropriate” and “a waste of time,” but his flailing arms say otherwise

Totally has a reflexive kicky leg when you get a good spot. Just… BAM! foot twitch 💥

Tries to keep a firm attitude but will immediately go “OKAY—OKAY FINE!! I’m laughing!! Happy??” 😤

💗 Lee!Sprout 💗

When caught off guard, he yelps so loud and gets flustered instantly, like: “H-Hey!! Don’t just—D-DON’T poke there—!! GHHK—!”

He’s a fighter type lee — arms windmilling, face all puffed up and red, threatening to “ground you for life” while giggling his head off

If Cosmo’s the one tickling him?? OHO he turns into a wiggly puddle — can’t bring himself to push his bestie away 💕

Very protective over others but gets embarrassed when the tables are turned — especially if you coo at him while tickling

“Aww, is Sprouty a little sensitive today~?”

“I WILL END—ehehe—YOU!!”

Once he’s all giggled out, he sits there with his face in his hands muttering stuff like “That was uncalled for… I’m gonna remember that…”

Secretly enjoys the affection, even if he’d rather perish than say so out loud 💀

🧁 Ler!Sprout 🧁

Surprisingly skilled Ler?? He’s got those quick fingers from baking, and he knows how to use ‘em 😳

Only tickles people he really trusts (or if someone’s annoying Cosmo, then it’s fair game 😤)

Gets all smug and sassy mid-tickling:

“Huh. Thought you said you weren’t ticklish~”

“You squirm more than dough, you know that?”

Will absolutely pin you down with that tiny Toon strength and go straight for your weak spots like he’s trying to win a baking contest

But if you’re overwhelmed? Instant switch to Protective Mode™ — like patting your head making sure you’re okay 🥹

He’ll pretend it was “just payback” but will also sneak you a little cookie or snack afterward as an unspoken apology/reward 💕

[devochive]

ASKS ARE OPEN BLESS

anyways!!

jax w a milf reader. mommy kink.

okay, i got quite a few requests for something like this, so i decided to write something small to test the waters...... ehmm i dont feel very confident in this department, but if the feedback is good, then i will write a part two. ☺️

tags: sub!jax , vibrators, overstim, mommy kink, light bondage.

"L.. Look, y/n.. I already apologized to gangle— zooble and .. kinger just.. let me out of this crap, yeah?" Jax tried to use his usual charm on you but it was becoming painstakingly clear that you didn't care. You simply hummed in response and this only made him that much more agitated.

After all, it wasn't every day he was literally tied up to the headboard of his own bed.

"Mhm, mhm.. and that's what you said last week Jax... and.. the week before that.." You smiled and straddled his lap and he grunted, shifting a little.

"Yeah, and? Ever heard of having fun toots?" He said and studied your expression.

"Oh, suure.. in fact, I think this will be lots of fun after all." You trailed a hand down his chest. Slowly removing the straps of his overalls, allowing them to fall down his shoulders. You watched him closely, but he looked to the side. Avoiding your gaze as heat crept on his cheeks.

"Y.. Yeah, but not when I'm .. tied up doll, heh— d.. don't you think this is a bit much?" Jax swallowed, trying his best to control himself, but his body was actively giving him away.

"Too much? I think it's just fine.." You rocked your hips a little and you could feel the bulge pressing against your thigh. "See?" You chuckled, "You're usually much more confident Jax.. what's going on, hmm? Mommy making you nervous?"

"You wish, babe." His hands tugged at the resitraints once again, "A—And you can't blame me for getting turned on.. tied up or not you're still hot. But, this ain't my thing doll." He said in a frustrated tone and you removed yourself from his lap, leaving his bulge out in the open no longer hidden between the valley of your thighs.

"Too bad, Jax. This is punishment you know. For causing so much chaos in the circus. My poor little gangle, do you really love making her cry that much?" You spoke while digging in your bag of 'toys'. Jax was actively trying to pull against his restraints and see what you were grabbing. "Look I already said I was sorry, what more do ya want from m—"

You were walking back towards him with something behind your back and Jax squinted. ".... whats that?"

You hummed and yanked his overalls down, slipping them from under beneath him. "You'll see."

"Just be a good boy and stay still for me," Jax shuddered at your words unconsciously, he couldn't think of any smart remark when he watched your pretty hands pull his dick from its confines, he was already semi-hard.

"Nnh.." He gasped as you attached a egg vibrator to the base of his cock right along one of the veins that protruded from his girth. You didn't waste time in turning it on the medium setting, with the little remote you held in your hands. A smirk playing on your lips.

His ears immediately shot up and his pupils got small, "W.. What the h- hell..!" He jolted, his hips bucked forward as pleasure coursed through his body without warning.

"How's that feel hmm? Nice and snug?"

"Th.. this is nothin'— ghhk..!" He tensed up again as you switched the setting to its highest, the buzzing sound got louder as it stimulated his dick, which was completely hard and standing at attention now.

"Shhh, that's it." You climbed next to him and stroked his chest. Your fingers tip toed down to his hard shaft and fingers danced around the tip which was already dripping with precum. "You can take it right? After all, I did promise Ragatha I would help mend her dress this afternoon.. so stay here and be a good boy for me okay?"

"W.. What you.. you aren't gonna— ngh.. leave me here right? C-Come on doll, hh— mmf!" You shoved your panties into his mouth. "Found these in your room too." You smiled, it was warm and gentle. Completely contradicting your actions.

"And to answer your question, yes, this is punishment remember dear?"

"Now, if you cum before I get back.. well, this will not the be the worse thing you go through.~"

You switched it down to the medium setting, just enough to keep him going but not enough to get him there completely. He groaned and pulled against the resitraints as you walked out of the door, shutting and locking it behind you.

Jax shuddered and bucked his hips against the vibrator, his eyes getting glossy from the stimulation.. all he could do was sit there and take it. His moans muffled by the underwear in his mouth.

About 45 minutes went by before you entered the room again, Jax immediately perked up, his eyes were glossy from crying and his hands were trembling beneath the restraints. The once sassy bunny was being reduced to whining and begging mess before your eyes. And it was absolutely delicious..

"Hmm? Something you wanna say?" You said and sat next to him on the bed, removing the gag gently from his mouth he began to beg before the gag was even fully out.

"Pl.. please, please... y/n.. l... let me cum.. f..fuck.." He whimpered , but still couldn't face you. It was too embarrassing but he couldn't take it, he was so close but this wasn't enough to push him over the edge.

"Oh? Now you wanna be nice? Gonna look at me, little bunny?" You said and tilted your head a little, trying to catch his gaze.

He finally looked you in the, feeling more pathetic than ever. "Mm...mommy.. please... j..just let me come.."

Now you were a little taken aback, either he was extremely easy to break or... he was actually more into this then he was letting on. You felt your stomach do flips , being called mommy by the one person in the circus who seemed the most against it was invigorating.

"Hmm.. I'm not convinced. Beg some more and I'll let you come baby." You leaned in and placed a kiss on his jaw, trying your hardest to keep your hands off of him. This was for punishment , he didn't deserve that yet.

He looked frustrated by your demands but that was quickly wiped away by the pleasure that washed over him again as he got closer to his climax once more. Unfortunately it he didn't comply it'd probably fizzle out again.

"Nnhg.. please, please.. mommy... need to cum.. please.. i.. ill be a good boy.. pr-promise.." Suddenly the vibrator was turned up to high and he immediately came like clockwork, ropes of cum shot from his angry tip and all over his chest. He groaned and panted, his body trembling from the release.

"Mmn.. there you go, not so hard was it..?" You smiled and turned the vibrator off, giving him a chance to finally relax his body. "Such a good boy for me.. think you can take some more, hmm..?"

"Mmn.. w-won't tell anyone..?" He said, still strung out from his high.

"It'll be our little secret.~" You purred.

[sprunkimortality]

Saves? Is something going on? I think we're all worried about you.

Sprinkles: "But Grandpapa Black, I wanna see if Grandpapa Saves is okay!"

Black: "This is a grown-up matter, Sprinkles. Just stay here and...go play with your toys."

Sprinkles: "I can't play when I'm worried!"

Black: "Then try to distract yourself, kid."

[The door closes shut as Black leaves the home. Sprinkles pauses, looking towards the door for a while.]

Sprinkles: "...hrrmphh!"

[She frustratedly hops on the floor.]

Sprinkles: "It's not fair! Why can't I go see Grandpapa?! He's my family too!"

[Sprinkles let out a huff, clenching her paws.]

Sprinkles: "...hrmph...I wanna find a way to help...I just need to figure out how..."

(CONTENT WARNINGS IN TAGS. PROCEED WITH CAUTION)

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Saves: "...hgh..."

Saves: "Hrk-! Ghhk-!!"

Saves: "HHGGKK--!!"

???: "Saves-!"

Saves: "AAAAAAAHHH!!!"

Simon: "Saves! A- Are you okay? You're breathing all weirdly...!"

Saves: "Hfff...hfff....hff...."

Saves: "S...S-S...Samson?"

Simon: "It's...Simon, actually...hey, at least your breathing is slowing down now!"

Saves: "..."

Simon: "...do you wanna tell me what's wrong?"

Saves: "...n...n-no..."

Simon: "Oh-! Uh, that's okay!...maybe I could cheer you up somehow? I've got some little thingies you might wanna check out, if you want...?"

Saves: "...o-okay."

Simon: "Alright...!"

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[kremy-lecroux]

Your tongue is looser? So we are ready to talk about our feelings to the class?

I'm a teenager, isn't it my job to keep my feelings repressed while loudly voicin' my unrelated opinions? I can feel sad about--GHHK! I can feel stuff later!!

[rcckiedrill]

@asktheevilgeniusesson asked:

Burning. His face burned so BADLY.

Thats all he’d recalled from the fight, burning agony and writhing on the floor before falling limply still on the road like pathetic roadkill. Covered in blood and tears streaking down his face from his eyes.

That was hours ago by now. The jackal had long since fallen unconscious and frail, unaware that the hawk he’d fought and bantered with for so long had gotten to him before the doctor could even think of finding him among the debris of the end of the battle. That was mostly why he let himself just crumple into the floor in agony, he knew the doctor didnt care enough to save him in the moment. He’d no idea that meant that the rookie would take that as an opportunity to take him from the doctor’s clutches.

He had no clue how long it was.. how long he’d been out for. So when he came to his senses and started feeling the soft comfortable sheets of a bed, he first assumed it to be the hospital bed of the medbay- but- this was too comfortable to be the doctors rickety stiff beds.. where… was he..? His eyes were open but he couldnt see anything, so.. where…?

Slowly, the jackals mouth opens and emits a soft yip, confused as all hell as his voice comes to him. “Mn..ngh…? Master…? Wh..here.. ghhk..” the jackal yipped out quietly, calling out in expectation for the doctor to awnser him instead of anyone else, his body recoils slightly as the burning and pain returns to him, a growly whine leaves him as he tries to reach twords his violently burnt face. “Hur..rts..”

It had been a no-brainer, really. Even being on opposite sides in the battle that had preceded this, the falcon couldn't help but keep a close eye on the jackal, even as he plowed through badniks, clashed against Metal Sonic, and gave backup to forces in the field.

They weren't going to let Infinite lose control again. And they sure as hell weren't going to allow any of the heroes to go too far and... grant the jackal his ultimate wish.

So when he heard an explosion, a few cries of shock, and the agonized SCREAMING of their adversary... Burrow was never going to not do what he did.

Zipping over with his wire shot, seeing Infinite in the state he'd ended up in, seeing others too tangled up in their own battles to help, or too hopelessly selfish to gather the limp body of their own creation, the former rookie would gather the canine in their arms, and take off.

The Restoration would understand. Sonic certainly would. It's not like they didn't keep up with the news. They DID help evacuate HQ when Clean Sweep destroyed it, after all... if the falcon could rehabilitate one enemy... help him escape his circumstances... become who HE wanted to be, instead of just the Doctor's weapon, that would be enough.

So, when the jackal would wake up, in a warmly lit room, complete with a desk filled with a laptop and unending journal entries, walls filled with maps, potted plants, small artifacts that belonged to no living culture, or of Babylonian origin, Burrow would have been in the next room, the scent of something delectable wafting through.

The minute he'd yip in shock and surprise, the soft sound of humming would stop with a small metallic clattering, and the sound of footsteps would approach quickly. And through the open door, a flash of red feathers appeared, just around the door frame, brow furrowed, eyes... strangely soft behind those shades.

" Oh shit... Its okay... easy now, Infinite. You're safe. "

Burrow steps cautiously into the room, but seems relaxed in his hesitation. Its not like it was their safety he was concerned for after all, but Infinite's. They swivel the chair next to the bed around - a chair that was resting at his bedside, but looked like it would be suspiciously at home at the desk on the other side of the room - and sit.

" I... wouldn't touch your face for now, " they advise, pupils darting around the other's face. " You got messed up pretty bad by a stray missile. I'm no medic, but I... couldn't just leave you there bleeding out, y'know...? "

It was honestly a miracle he'd managed to find a doctor willing to do a house call for a known war criminal, but... he had. So they knew Infinite wasn't exactly in mortal danger anymore... just in need of treatment, and recovery.

" Sorry if this is all a bit of a shock to you... "

He's looking away now. Those eyes hadn't changed. But the falcon does notice their face start to warm at their apology to him.

[ferrocyan]

choke the messenger

(hi i know i joked about honey b. lovely and her canon-typical dubcon before, but this is going into noncon territory, so. be warned ;3)

"—i'm sorry."

i'm sorry. honey knows those words. not asking for forgiveness, but offering sympathy. she's heard them from movies and reads, the ones about the times of the war and calamity. condolences for lost family and friends. that stuff's fantasy, and she shouldn't have to hear it. so she says, "shut up."

oh, it occurs to her, maybe they still say that, the people who don't wear regulators. it's not like i would know, honey reasons. because she does, and she's lost everyone. her parents are gone, her old friends, her not-quite-lovers—she's lost them all. so now there shouldn't be anyone else for her to lose, and no condolences either. that can't be right! so quit it, "i don't want your sympathy."

all honey has now is her position in the arcadion. and it's funny. she never thought it possible to lose honey b. lovely.

"...i understand." tart speaks slowly when he wants to convey his words correctly. especially when apologizing. honey wishes she doesn't have to look up to look him in the eye.

what. what could you possibly understand? you don't wear a regulator. you don't use feral souls. what you said about, what, eating souls is bullshit, isn't it. don't tell me you get it, you fucking don't. this isn't supposed to happen to me. not to me! not me! why don't you just shut the fuck up right now?!"

they aren't sitting, but too close to the sofa for her liking, so honey pushes him beyond the living room. she grabs onto tart's forearm and pulls him, "down," and he complies hesitantly.

honey smiles. she's learned a lot from souleater about how to take down opponents bigger than yourself. the key is to use gravity to her advantage. just like how he used his red flashes to bounce off the walls of the arena, leaping over honey b. lovely to bring his heavy axe down on her. now honey stands over the kneeling tart, puts her right palm over his mouth and brings her full weight to bear.

his scream is muffled. too bad, though, he's strong enough to keep from falling over, so he has a free hand to pull off honey's grip. "wait—" he opens his mouth.

jackpot. honey pushes her fingers in, pressing down hard on his tongue. "ghhk—ngrrh!" his eyes water as his mouth is filled, the red glow of her regulator reflected in them. honey pays the noises no mind. he's good at swallowing.

the effects of her venom differs for some people, but broadly there are three stages. on a small dose people get giddy. give them more and they become agitated: some affectionate, some aggressive. but make them drink enough, and they become downright pliable. my obedient little bees. honey feels her rage melt away as tart starts to bend. delighted, even. souleater can resist her charm but tart cannot, and it's fun to watch him lose himself to her.

he drops onto his back. honey winces at the painful thud of his head hitting the floor, walks around the fallen body to check. tart's eyelids flutter closed. "oh, no, you don't," tuts honey, lifting him by the shoulder onto her lap. she lets herself drink in the giddiness. "don't go to sleep. you can talk, but only what i tell you to say," she giggles.

"nnh," is all he manages. tart reaches for her hand, brings it closer to his lips. honey pokes at his cheek in return.

"hey," she asks, "you don't really feel bad for me, do you?" her fingers tease at his face. "you feel as— bummed, about this, as i do. isn't that so?"

he answers when she touches him. "yes..." he nods slightly. "with feral souls, you guys can be—hhk, my match... have, equals again. i w's so... happy. but, no more." he wrenches his eyes shut. "'s not fair. why does it... always kill you... not me...?"

honey exhales a laugh. "see? you weren't sympathizing with me. you're just... you're sad, for your own reasons. it wasn't about me after all." she feels her eyes grow hot. "you don't get any of it. do you even care? you don't do you?"

she pinches him a little, making him groan. "yes, your... majesty." a drop of gold splatters just to the left of his nose. then another two, on the right and left cheek.

"huh," honey thinks, her eyes hurt. "aa–aahhh!" the heat now feels like burning. she screws them shut, rubs at the eyelids. that lifts the pain, for a moment, but she realizes she's made things worse. they're stuck. she can't open her eyes at all. clawing at her eyes is no use. shit! shit!!

she drops tart from her hold and scrambles backwards. reaches for a wall and feels her way through. the first floor bathroom is just to the right. the sink by the door. she finds the faucet by touch and turns it on, rinses her eyes with the cold water.

it doesn't help. her eyes clear up, but soon fills up again with--fucking hell. it's honey, her own venom, isn't it? this can't be happening. this isn't supposed to happen! but it does. again and again and again.

she has no clue how long she's been hunched over the sink. if every beat of her heart is one second then it must be hours. the hair around her face has gotten wet. she hates it. she grits her teeth, hearing her own breath wheezing over the water flow. why won't you stop? she demands. like that's ever worked. her fingers are sore, starting to go numb.

"—miss honey." she jumps out of her skin. her eyesight hasn't returned, but she turns around to face tart anyway. shit, you've been out of it for so long that c'astarhte sobered up. he comes closer, reaches for the faucet, turns it off. "should be enough, no," he asks.

"what... are you—"

"what happens to the venom you spill?" his hand takes hold over honey's left forearm. she freezes in place. "it dissolves, into nothing. leaves no stains, right? you'll be fine. just calm down." his voice is level, he waits for her to relax and let him lead her out.

they're probably just in the hallway by the bathroom door. "sit," tart tells her, and honey finds herself sat between his spread legs. for a second she feels him hold her closer, but seems to think twice about it, leaning away against the wall. but he doesn't leave. honey relishes the chance to make him regret staying. she lets herself fall back onto his chest. his hands still right by hers, she laces their fingers together.

tart lets her be. it hurts worse than being slapped or shoved away.

her tearducts fit to burst, honey walks her thoughts back to their conversation earlier—this, this is what happens to the arcadion's feral soulshifters. their souls corrupt. honey knows it well herself. when was it—a month, a few weeks after she won 2nd place at last year's lightheavyweight division? she'd started to notice her feral soul activate on its own.

so i've been dying since then. "heh–hehehehe, ahahahahahaha!" her laughter seems to have startled tart, who shifts uncomfortably beneath her. "oh, what?" demands honey. "it's not like i can cry about it, so what else is there to do but laugh? isn't it funny that i'm this far along without having topped the division even once? at least miss eutrope was set to become the fucking champion!" she can't contain herself, shaking as more giggles escape her.

the only warning she hears is a faint growl. tart lifts his right hand in her hold and places it right below her chest, then his left hand moves too fast for her to register—taking off her regulator.

"no!" honey shrieks, "gi–give it back!" she tries to rise to snatch it, but his arm on her stomach keeps her down. she's watched it too many times—that clip of souleater breaking his regulator. "don't, please, please—"

"you can," tart tells her, "cry about it."

he gets up from his seat, goes over and sets the regulator down before honey's outstretched legs. just beyond her reach. her vision is glued to it. without the blue or red glow the metal case gives off nothing but white.

she can barely hear when tart speaks. "thank you," he clears his throat before continuing, "appreciate you caring about my thoughts. just... i just wish, you would let me say it."

honey inhales, trembling. she doesn't need to see to know that he's crying. without the strength to even lift her head, it's all she can do to whisper, "you should just leave me alone."

yesterday, an hour ago, he would've found a reason to stay. tart leaves her without a word.

[bastardtrait]

cw: assault, homophobia, racism

Just another kid from the rez. That's all that someone like Eddie was to someone like Konner.

transcript:

[SFX: Car door slamming shut; footsteps rapidly approaching]

EDDIE: …hold on, Toby, I think someone's like, running at me. TOBY, on the phone: What?!

KONNER: There you are, fucking rat! EDDIE: Wh--ack!

KONNER: (grunting, roaring) EDDIE: Ghhk--! Fuck--st--stop! Konner!

TOBY: Yo! Ducko? You okay? EDDIE, over the phone: ��Konner! TOBY: …Eddie?!

KONNER: Get up, you fairy. (pant) What kinda man are you? Huh? EDDIE: (deep gasp) KONNER: They didn't teach you to fight on the rez, huh? The shit that happens when you don't got a dad.

[littleguypumpkinsheep]

Ghhk

[the-valianter-valkyriest]

ghhk- guh kkh huh??? bwuh? huh??? huh?????