#Shell Injection Attack

[joy-jules]

DogCat - Exploiting LFI and Docker Privilege Escalation -TryHackMe Walkthrough

In this walkthrough, we’ll explore the Dogcat room on TryHackMe, a box that features a Local File Inclusion (LFI) vulnerability and Docker privilege escalation. LFI allows us to read sensitive files from the system and eventually gain access to the server.There are a total of 4 flags in this machine which we need to find. Let’s Dive in! Step 1: Scanning the Target Start by scanning the target…

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Fetor and Fertile

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x f!reader Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Word count: ~2.5k

Summary: Aemond is not a man of pleasure, everything must serve a purpose, exist for functionality. With the threat of war looming ever closer, his wife wants to inject some brightness into their space. Little does she know that the flowers she has cut from the far corner of the Keep's garden to decorate their rooms will coax out a side of her husband that she has yet to meet... Author's note: Written for The Big Fucking Stupid Sex Pollen Writing Challenge. No tag list. Follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications.

The sweet smell of honeysuckle filled the air, carried upon a gentle breeze that ruffled the hairs at the nape of her neck. The sun shone down upon her, warming her skin as she walked slowly through the Keep’s gardens, the only sounds were the crunch of her slippers upon the gravel path and the gentle buzzing of nearby bumblebees. For a moment, she was simply enjoying a peaceful summer’s day where only she and the flora she walked among existed.

She looked up as the garden was plunged into shadowy darkness, seeing the fearsome bulk of Vhagar pass languidly overhead. The sheer monstrous size of the great war dragon caused a chill to run down her spine despite the warmth of the day. As the lumbering beast banked over the sparkling grey waters of Blackwater Bay, the sun was once more visible, however, the illusion of tranquility was shattered. Atop the dragon that had just passed overhead was her husband, Prince Aemond Targaryen. He was patrolling the city, providing preemptive defence against the anticipation of attack that would kick start a war, threatening all of their lives. She sighed, about to turn and go back inside, when a splash of colour in the far corner caught her eye.

Stepping closer, she saw a vine of trailing flowers upon the stone wall in the far corner of the gardens. It was the only place in the green expanse of the Red Keep’s lush botanical space that the sun did not touch, so it surprised her that such beauty was able to thrive here, though she supposed that Alicent Hightower had managed to raise three achingly beautiful children in equally suboptimal conditions. Similar to the Targaryen children, were these flowers also fatally flawed beyond their pretty exterior?

Her eyes raked over the thick, winding stem, a dark green that protruded from a crack in the top of the wall, before twisting its way downwards, just shy of touching the perfectly manicured lawn below. The flowers themselves, blossoming along the vine, were almost trumpet like in shape, with petals that tapered out into points. Their edges were a vibrant orange that bled into a deep crimson at their centre, housing thick stamens laden with bulbous balls of yellow pollen. The colour reminded her of fire, fitting for House Targaryen, and so she carefully plucked enough to make a modest bouquet. They would look nice in a vase upon the table at the centre of her and Aemond’s marital chambers, she decided. It was a space that was furnished to be functional and comfortable, but it was otherwise dreary and in need of brightening up. The flowers would do just that.

Functional, but in need of brightening up was also an adequate description for her marriage to Aemond. Theirs was a political alliance, a union of powerful houses to strengthen his brother’s claim to the throne, so she was under no illusions of their match being one of heartfelt declarations of love or unbridled displays of passion, but she had hoped that that would grow in time. In the three months since the Targaryen prince had draped her in his house colours and taken her under his protection, he had not been unkind to her, but she had yet to see beneath the hardened shell of stoic duty that he hid behind. When he lay with her he made it clear that it was for the intent of producing heirs, and he remained stoic, his movements utterly controlled as he rutted atop her. She wondered if he took any pleasure in it all, save for the moment his eye would screw shut as he spilled inside of her with a groan. Everything Aemond did was in service of others – an attack dog for his brother, a protector for his mother and sister. She had yet to decipher what roles they played in each other’s lives that ran deeper than armies and fealty, though she was desperate to find out. Despite his reputation for being a ruthlessly violent kinslayer, in person he was quiet, controlled, and devastatingly handsome in a way that made her ache. It frustrated her that she never saw any of the fire in him that his house was renowned for. 

Once the flowers were arranged in a dark green ceramic vase upon the table, she found the space was much more pleasing to look at, a welcome burst of colour among the stacks of old books, dragon skulls and tapestries depicting grisly acts of war from the age of the Conqueror. She felt as though there was finally a little something of her influence in the room, and not just her husband’s. 

He returned as she was knotting the tie of her royal blue satin robe around her waist, not long having stepped out of the bath. Clad in his riding leathers, with both his sword and dagger at his hip, he cut an imposing figure, and she feared she would never grow used to the way he seemed to draw all the air from the room whenever he stepped into it. She stood frozen, taking in the windswept state of the long, silver hair that hung loose around his shoulders – the top half, as always, was pulled away from his face and tied at the back of his head.

Her gaze followed his single eyed stare as it fell upon the flowers on the table, his eyebrow raising subtly in silent question.

“They are beautiful, are they not?” she asked hopefully, a smile spreading across her face as she stepped towards him, watching as he lifted the vase in his gloved hand, dipping his head to smell them.

“Mmm,” was all the response he gave, before setting them back down, and her heart sank at his disinterest. She had hoped that in attempting to put her own stamp upon their shared space that it would pique Aemond’s interest in her, and inspire him to get to know her on a deeper level. He remained apparently unmoved by her efforts, however. “Help me disrobe,” he commanded softly, once he had unfastened his belt, resting his sword against the wall and his dagger upon the table beside the vase of flowers.

He sat upon the chaise beside the table, a wordless and small act of kindness that meant she would not have to reach up on her tiptoes to unhook the clasps nearest his throat. She worked silently, pulling off his black leather gloves and boots, then ridding him of his green waxed leather riding coat and black leather jerkin. He remained silent, his body pliant to the tugging and pulling of the clothing coming away from his body, though his breaths seemed rapid and shaky; she attributed it to the exhilaration of his afternoon patrol, and the speed at which he had to travel on horseback to return to the Red Keep once he had dismounted Vhagar near the Kingswood. By the time she had finished, Aemond remained in only his white cotton breeches, rid of his eyepatch with the entirety of his hair now loose. She stepped back, allowing herself an appreciative glance at the hardened planes of his torso, before beginning to move away to order that the tub be filled with fresh hot water for him to bathe in. She had barely taken a single step when the prince’s hand shot out, grasping her wrist with such force it made her yelp in surprise. Her eyes flitted down to where his fingers tightly encircled her wrist, then up to his face. The ravenous hunger she saw reflected in his dilated gaze made her stomach erupt into nervous butterflies. The darkness she saw in his mismatched stare was a dangerous thing. He had never looked at her that way before – no one had.

“My Prince, what are you– oh!”

She gasped as he pulled her to him, pressing his face against her lower abdomen and inhaling deeply, smelling her in much the same way he had the flowers just moments earlier. His fingers splayed out against her lower back, fingertips pressing firmly into the meat of where the shape of her hips began to flare outwards. He moved his face lower, pressing against her insistently with the tip of his nose. It made her tremble with excitement, her core beginning to throb in anticipation of the trail his touch seemed destined to end at.

��I must have you,” he whispered, his voice thick and raspy, “...please.”

He did not wait for a response, as his nose brushed against the cleft between her thighs, making her mewl softly as her hips bucked instinctively towards his face. He had never been so assertive with her before, never made his desire known to her – what little of it she had experienced thus far seemed to be a dark and ravenous thing, and she was eager to coax it out in its entirety. She threaded her fingers into the silken strands of his hair close to his scalp, tugging gently and he groaned long and low, the sound a deep rumble from within his chest.

“Gods,” she breathed shakily, her head tipping back as she felt the flat of his tongue stroke languidly against her slit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body that caused her knees to weaken.

Aemond drew back before she could fall, grasping her by the waist and manhandling her to lay beneath him on the chaise. Her legs dangled precariously off of the edge, but he seemed not to care, grasping her knees and bringing them to rest either side of his waist as he loomed over her upon his knees, folding her in on herself.

She wondered if this was how prey animals felt when caged in by predators, moments before rending jaws closed in and put an end to it all. No – they did not wish for death, she decided as he tore open her robe, baring her body to his esurient gaze. His chest heaved with each of his ragged breaths and she could see the way his hardness strained against the confines of his undergarments, turning the fabric translucent with the arousal that leaked from the tip. Her core clenched at the site, her neediness and arousal growing rapidly as his large hands pawed against her breasts, the feel of his calloused palms against her soft flesh making her hiss through her teeth and writhe beneath him.

“Let me have you…please…” his voice trembled, strained and sounding almost on the verge of tears, almost as though he would sob if she denied him.

She had no intention of denying him his prize, however, not when he had so ardently showed her the depths of his desire. She bit her lip, simply nodding, and in a flurry of movement he freed himself, before surging forward and burying himself to the hilt inside of her. The sudden stretch made her cry out, the sting of her body having to so suddenly accommodate his girth was painful, but not unpleasant. He crashed his lips to hers, swallowing down her noises of discomfort, and her tongue licked against his as he parted his lips, winding her arms around his neck as he began to move, the sticky click of both their saliva and shared arousal the only sounds that accompanied the ominous scrape of the chaise’s legs against the stone floor each time Aemond drove his hips forward, sending cushions toppling to the floor.

When they finally parted for air, Aemond rested his forehead against hers, still driving into her with each brutal snap of his hips as his hands began to explore her body, grasping and squeezing at every dip and curve they fell upon, making her whine. He had never paid such close attention to her body before, she both relished the attention and wanted to hide away at the intensity of it. His hands came to rest upon the globes of her arse, gripping firmly and pulling her body to meet each of his forward thrusts. She cried out in pleasure as it drove him deeper, the head of his cock brushing repeatedly against a spot inside of her that made her toes curl and her thighs tremble.

“I have never wanted anyone the way that I want you,” he panted, sweat beginning to bead upon his brow as she anchored herself to him by digging her heels into the small of his back.

She knew now – this was Aemond’s act of service to her; to pleasure her, and now she had discovered it she would do all she could to ensure he felt he never had to inhibit himself in front of her ever again. 

Aemond pressed his pelvis flush against hers and stilled as he came with a feral snarl, throwing his head back with the force of it, as his lower abdomen twitched with each pulsation of his length inside of her. The sensation pushed her over the edge into rapturous, sweet oblivion, pulling a honeyed, languid sensation from her as her inner muscles spasmed around him, and she whimpered as she convulsed beneath him.

Utterly spent and boneless, she barely registered the weight of him as he collapsed atop her, breathing heavily. After a few moments, he slowly rolled off of her, slipping free of her as she felt his seed begin to trickle slowly down her inner thigh. He shifted towards the centre of the chaise, gathering her against the expanse of his chest.

His voice broke the gentle silence that had fallen between them as his slender fingers danced lazily up and down her spine. “Since the day that we met I have wondered what it would be like to have you cry out my name, to make you writhe in ecstasy…I…I never knew how to ask you.”

His confession curled itself around her heart, spreading warmth through her chest as her lips curved into a soft smile. “You never have to ask,” she reassured him, lifting her head to look at him.

“Then I will not,” he replied with a wolfish grin, making her squeal as he grabbed at her once more, manhandling her by her thighs and hips until she hovered over his face, her knees on either side of his head.

It was then that she looked down at his face, his seeing eye fixated upon her still glistening sex, and she noticed the smattering of yellow beneath his nostrils – the same hue as the pollen that filled the flowers she had plucked from their vine earlier that day, and realisation set in. As Aemond pulled her against his searching mouth, and his tongue began to lap at the mess he had made of her, she moaned softly, looking up towards the vase that housed the pretty red and orange flowers. She decided there and then that they would become a permanent fixture of their marital chambers from that moment onwards.

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[obsessivevoidkitten]

Heroes To Villains

DILF Yandere Superheroes x Gender Neutral Superhero Reader CW: Noncon, imprisonment, minor violence, gratuitous amount of firearms, super powers, super soldiers, spitroasting, general yandere behavior, bratty reader Word Count: 3.8k (I am sorry this took a bit for me to get to, only took a few hours to write though. I hope you guys love it. Feel free to tip if you do~)

The city you were stationed in was under attack by some fairly destructive super villains. They were either traitors born of the same government program that had produced you and the other super soldiers you worked with or they were sent by another country to attack the retired super agents of your country. Though it was also possible they were a rogue foreigner with a vendetta. All the people making up your squad had been in the military and had made significant enemies.

Their goals did not really matter so much at the moment. It was more important that they were defeated before they caused any casualties.

There were two of them. One of them with an ability to lash out with streams of fire and smoke and another that could jump up really fast and high before slamming down and causing a large explosion on impact.

They were no match for you and your comrades. Red and Ace had handled much worse threats than these two with ease. Ace had been a top pilot before undergoing medical experimentation that left him with angel-like wings and the ability to shoot energy blasts from his hands. The man was like a living B-52. And Red was basically a human tank. Very little could so much as scratch his skin and he had tremendous physical strength.

Both of them had soared through the ranks and had distinguished themselves as competent generals in the last great war. Now they were retired and used their abilities as super soldiers to become heroes and protect the capital from the strange threats that had been unleashed during war time. Mostly the occasional villain. Sometimes a mutant animal.

You had just been a simple medic. Nothing too fancy, but you had hesitantly taken the opportunity to go through experiments that would allow you to heal others much more effectively and without the need for invasive surgery. Most of the super soldiers gained a unique ability and also became more resilient to damage and agile.

And you had gotten those perks too, but not to the degree as everyone else. Though you had gotten an extra ability that most people lacked. Hyper accurate aim with long distance weapons. But you also suffered a drawback when compared to your peers. You got exhausted easily, having very little stamina.

Who could forget the time you had saved the city by firing the railroad gun at the giant robot that used mutated biological components in its construction? Firing a 19,000 pound shell and obliterating an entire giant robot with one perfectly executed shot had been amazing.

You longed for that kind of usefulness again. But currently you were a bit bored, as a long range support unit you frequently hung back a bit. Red and Ace normally cleared everything up themselves without having need of your abilities.

Ace had plucked the hopper from the sky and injected him with a serum that would knock him out cold until he could be taken into custody where his abilities would be removed completely, if they could be. Red had similarly taken out the fire user who had discovered that his searing flames did little more than make Red sweat a bit.

They regrouped together before they started walking back to you, each carrying the limp weight of an unconscious enemy on their shoulders. It would be a few minutes before they got to the rendezvous.

You heard the gruff voice of Red on your comm line.

“We got em’ On our way back now.”

“Affirma-”

You were cut off by a sudden shift underground followed by a woman jumping up from the earth below you and punching you hard enough to launch you several feet.

There had been a third and they had split up to take you on individually.

As you fell through the air you took out your side arm and fired every round in rapid succession. Each one aimed for her heart. Each one hit their mark. But when you hit the ground you had smacked your head pretty hard and the world faded to black.

You woke up in a medical bed in the basement of your headquarters. You were quite dizzy and you felt like you were certainly going to vomit.

You held your hands to your head and your palms flashed.

Much better. If you hadn’t been knocked out you would have simply been able to heal whatever injuries you had sustained in a flash. Oh well you were better now.

Ace walked in to check on you right as you had been getting up. He burst into a smile at seeing you awake. His blue eyes full of joy.

“Hey runt! Glad to see that you’re getting up and about!”

“Who’s a runt!?”

He flexed his biceps to drive the point in.

“Red, get in here, The runt is up!”

You heard his loud steps reverberate upstairs as he bounded towards the basement door and came rushing down.

“It’s been five days, we were beginning to really worry about you, squirt.”

He was smiling but you could tell his red eyes held a lot of concern in them. It seemed like there was something he wanted to say but didn’t know how.

“Well, no need to worry. I am not as fragile as a regular person. And I am fully healed now.”

“Yeah… but you weren’t hit by a normal person. And you aren’t as durable as most of us…”

That was Ace.

“Yeah, yeah, I will be more careful, okay? I know my limits. I don’t need a lecture. I took the enemy down and I am okay now so we don’t need to linger on it.”

Ace put his hand to his face and his wings quivered in annoyance as they often do when he tries to lecture you and you just won’t have it.

You rolled your eyes and finally Red spoke up.

“This isn’t the first time you have gotten hurt on the field. Even with precautions like staying back you still end up injured!”

“What’s your point? It's a battle, injuries happen. At least I can heal.”

Ugh, an Ace lecture you were used to. You didn’t need both of them nagging at you.

You rolled your eyes as Red continued.

“Have you ever considered… going into another career? You volunteer at the hospital… maybe you could do that full time?”

That did it.

“Excuse me? I wasn’t in any command position, but I was a trained soldier all the same! I think I can handle myself!”

You stormed away from them and went up the stairs, slamming the door behind you. Assholes. Who were they to tell you what you should consider doing? It was your life and if you wanted to use it fighting genetically enhanced monsters and super-criminals then that was your right to do so.

It would become evident in the future that this incident was where everything started to go wrong. Going forward in battle they always had at least one of them at your side whenever it was physically possible for them to do so.

When you were eventually still injured even with that precaution, even though it was minor, they pressured you again to quit being a hero. They thought maybe you just were too attached to them to leave so they even suggested that you could still be their medic but you would stay on at the base. You could even still operate the railroad rifle that could fire shells from miles away whenever a large foe approached the city.

But you wouldn’t have it. Fuck them. You told them that if you had to form a new squad in a new city then you would do so.

They frantically apologized immediately so they let it go.

It was unfathomable that they would ever allow you to do such a thing. Go off where they couldn’t protect you even a little? Where some inexperienced whelp of a leader would surely get you killed? Not a chance!

But neither could they allow you to remain a front line combatant. Not after the injuries and not with how easily you became fatigued when exerting yourself.

The solution was ugly, but it was what it was. You left them no other option for your own safety.

Though it would make them criminals themselves they had to do it for your own good. They had to keep you here with them where you would be safe and secure. They could turn the base’s AI defenses to keep you here and make sure that you were safe. They could also have it alert them through their comms if you there was any trouble while they were on a mission.

You were laying on your bed with your hands behind your head. You stared at your ceiling and contemplated all that you had been through. The war, seeing comrades on the battlefield ripped apart with no way to save them as they bled out in agony. You had to protect people from that in every way that you could, and if you did die on the battlefield then that was fine by you.

The intrusion of Red and Ace barging into your room out of nowhere pulled you from your thoughts and you regarded them both with a scowl.

“What NOW!? Can’t you guys at least knock? I mean seriousl-”

Ace cut you off with a hand gesture for silence before Red spoke up.

“Listen squirt… we decided something. We can’t allow you to join us on the field anymore…”

“Didn’t you just apologize for saying that after I threatened to leave? Whatever, I am out of here!”

You hopped up to gather your belongings and set out at once, the mere sight of the two heroes making you want to go on a rampage, but Red pushed you back onto the bed, then Ace picked up where Red had left off.

“Well that’s not all, runt. We also decided… you can’t leave here either…”

You started laughing. It had to be some kind of joke. But the tension that filled the room told you otherwise. You looked from Red to Ace and the empty expression from Ace and the guilty one from Red told you that they were deadly serious.

You grabbed your sidearm and launched yourself at Ace, you weaved past Red and twirled yo get behind Ace and held your arm around his neck with your gun aimed at his head. You didn’t speak a word, your intention clear.

There was no way you would be kept here.

You couldn’t go for Red as small arms fire would bounce off of him, but at point blank range Ace was toast. You backed out of the room, pulling Ace along with you. He cooperated fully. Even a pair of overprotective psychos didn’t want their brains blown out.

Out of nowhere a robotic arm emerged from one of the sockets in the walls. It seized your gun and then Ace flipped your positions with him behind you.

They had reprogrammed the defenses of the base to not allow you to have a weapon. These two were not former generals for nothing. They knew how their adversary, you, would react.

You slammed your foot down on Ace’s and smacked your head behind him to hit his nose. Such weak attacks did nothing to dislodge you from his ironclad grasp.

“Stop this childish behavior and just accept things. This is for your own good. If anything this little outburst has proven that you need to be protected because you certainly cannot control your emotions!”

Red was in front of you, still looking at you with that guilty expression.

“I’ll go get your weapons from your room.”

Ace and you watched in the doorway as Red got a sack and rummaged through every single inch of your private space to look for what was now contraband.

“Come on! If you are going to keep me here at least don’t go invading my privacy like this!”

Much to your embarrassment you actually cried a bit as the large man went through all your things.

He started by removing your pistols from your weapon’s display case. Your Beretta M9, your SIG Sauer P320, you… dear god no… not your baby, not your Magnum Research BFR!

You thrashed more as you saw him take that one.

Then he moved on to your bookshelf. He took out your religious text from the shelf.

“Hey, keep your grubby mitts off of that! It’s sacred!”

“Yeah, Red, don’t you think you should focus o-”

He opened it revealing that it had been cut out and housed one of your many sidearms.

“Of course,” Ace said flatly.

When Red finished with all your pistols he moved on to the ones mounted on your wall. Your Mauser M 98, your Browning BLR, and your little Marlin 70PSS.

The rest of the search was much the same. All but one had been found. Red had to get a second bag for them all. The ones in your desk, under your bed, and the one in your mattress.

Well at least they hadn’t found your most precious gun-child…

“Okay I think I got them all. Nowhere else to search. Be truthful, did I miss any?”

You wiped the tears out of your eyes and lied convincingly. You tried to look as defeated as you could.

“No”

Ace moved the two of you out of the way so Red could take your weaponry to the armory. As he started to leave the room he noticed his footsteps sounded odd in one place.

He pressed his large foot down in the spot a few times, narrowing his eyes.

Fuck.

He bent down and realized he could remove the floor board under the rug in that spot.

He found it, the bag unzipped and your M1 Garand joined the rest of your firearms.

“NOOOO!!! That one is my favorite! It PINGS when you use it!”

Now you were truly defeated, they had gotten every single one of them…

“Holy fuck, how many did you need??”

Ace joined in.

“Yeah that’s all a bit… much…”

“If your only offensive power came from guns then you would make sure to have one near you at all times in case of infiltration or emergencies…”

Ace sighed and let you return to your bed in peace. Or what peace could be had in your glorified prison.

Later in the evening they knocked on your door.

“Hey, we made your favorite food for dinner! And made your favorite dessert too…”

That was Red, you could hear the nervousness in his voice. He knew you would hate him now. You ignored them.

“Come on, don't be like this, you have to eat!”

And that was Ace, insisting that not complying with his psychopathic behavior was childish.

You opened the door and took the food tray. Both of them smiled.

“There, see? We can all still get along. We worked very hard on that meal for you!”

You were sure that they had, they were both skilled cooks. You stared at them expressionless and slammed the tray into their faces before slamming the door.

Ace looked furious but Red held him back.

“Come on Ace… they just need to adjust…”

But you refused to adjust. You ate only when they were out of the house. As the days went by you didn’t speak a single solitary word to either of them, you may as well have been a ghost.

Well… it would have been. Had you not been doing your best to make them the two most miserable men on the planet. You destroyed all the toilet paper, clogging every toilet in the base with it, you destroyed the fridge twice, you broke the TV, tore the couch, the robotic arms stopped you, of course, but you could manage to do a bit of damage each time before it stopped you.

Even Red was getting annoyed with your behavior.

They had both tried everything to get you to behave. Punishments ranging from not eating anything but flavorless oatmeal for days to being forced to sleep in a bed with one of them so they could make sure you didn’t cause any destruction while they slept.

Finally they had had enough, things could not continue on like this and it seemed like you may never open your eyes and see that they were just trying to keep you safe. Without them you’d have ran right into the jaws of danger.

They discussed it among themselves and had one more idea. You needed to feel loved in every possible way. They loved you so much after all, that’s what all this had been about, to protect you because they cared for you. But clearly they needed to step things up a notch or ten.

When they came home that day they barged into your room and grabbed you, taking you kicking and screaming into one of the many spare rooms the base had.

They had outfitted it with a huge bed, the walls painted your favorite color, fresh roses filled a heart shaped vase on the nightstand.

“Let go of me! What did you drag me here just to give me a newer bigger room? A prison is still a prison…”

“It’s going to be…” Red started.

“Our love… nest…” Ace finished, blush evident on his face.

“No thanks. Fucking weirdos.”

“Come on, sex is known to alleviate one’s mood!”

“Yeah, just give it a chance”

Ace smashed his lips into yours and kissed you deeply, you looked at him stunned.

They were serious… You wanted to wretch… Fervently you struggled, trying to get out of Red’s grip but he handed you off to Ace who wrapped his wing around you and led you to the bed.

They took your clothing off before moving on to your own. All of you had scars due to combat and training, and you had seen them nude in the showers before, but this was different. For the first time you felt vulnerable and scared under their combined gaze.

You covered your genitals but they each removed and held one arm so they could appreciate the view. “Come on, don’t be like that. Nothing we haven’t seen before,” Ace whispered as he spread your legs apart.

“Red, did you bring the lube?”

“Yeah, right here.”

Red opened a bottle and lathered both of their growing cocks so that they were drenched with the stuff and then pressed some to your hole and massaged it in. They had no intention of letting this be a painful experience for you. They wanted to show how much they cared about you.

You tried to clench. To close yourself off from them. But the probing fingers would not be denied. You squirmed uncomfortably at the sensation of cold lube being worked into you.

“Try to relax, it will be much better if you embrace us.”

“FUCK YO-”

Red cut you off with a kiss. You tried to bite his tongue but his tongue was no more vulnerable than the rest of his body.

Two sets of hand roamed and pet, and groped your body. Gently caressing you as Red made out with you. When they felt as if they had explored every part of your body they flipped you on to your belly, with Red on his knees in front of you. His crotch level with your face.

Ace was behind you on his knees between your legs, holding them still as he wedged himself closer to your entrance, until the tip of his cock was kissing it.

You couldn’t kick because he had control of your legs. You couldn’t punch because Red had your arms pinned. Now they just had to plug your bratty mouth and you wouldn’t have any means of protest. Verbal or otherwise.

They knew you’d try to bite so Red took your mouth, claiming it with his cock. You tried to move and turn away but once Ace sank his cock into your sensitive depths you gasped in surprise so Red took the chance to put his cock in your soft mouth. He did not go in balls deep, neither of them had yet. They wanted you to enjoy it. To relax. Not worry about being hurt or gagged.

Red humped into your mouth carefully and slowly while Ace did the same behind you.

“Damn, for someone so opposed to it you fit me so well.”

Then Ace added, “Your mouth feels amazing babe. He used his thumb to draw lazy circles into your arms where he held them down. He sighed in pleasure when he felt the pleasured moans Ace was coaxing out of you. Much to your dismay.

But you couldn’t deny that it felt nice. Your body relaxed, just a bit, as the men slowly bred a bit of the stress you had been under out of it.

Now that it seemed that you were enjoying yourself, even though reluctantly, Ace decided he could speed up just a bit, rolling his hips as his cock dug further into you.

Red was going a bit faster too now that you had acclimated and stopped trying to resist so hard. He let your arms go, sure that you had finally realized how silly fighting was. The large man stroked your cheek as he continued thrusting into those sweet lips.

Ace was the first to cum, his wings outstretching fully and deep voice gasping as his large nuts filled you with wave after wave of his seed. His large cock twitched inside of you, pushing you over the edge and into your own orgasm.

Feeling all your muffled cries of pleasure right in his prick caused Red to start cumming. He pulled out, not wanting to choke you on his copious amount of semen that he knew all super soldiers produced in spades, instead cumming all over your face.

Ace pulled out of you and was the first to speak.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You didn’t respond, you were still panting from the workout you had just received. You didn’t protest when Ace pulled you into his lap and held you with your head nestled into his chest. Your head laying right on his hawk tattoo. You didn’t protest when red scooted beside him and kissed you tenderly on the forehead. You even let them clean you up and feed you your favorite meal that they diligently cooked for you while you waited politely on the couch. They figured your resistance to them before was just because you had needs that weren’t getting met.

And from that day forward they knew that anytime you got too snarky or rebellious all they had to do was make time to fuck the brattiness out of you.

[shshshquietnow]

I am never not thinking about loss of power in whump. Yes yes obvious loss of autonomy or loss of ability to physically fight back... but I'm talking loss of MAGIC. Or SUPERPOWERS.

Picture this: whumper is some high level mage, one whumpee already had little to no hope against fighting, but they give it their all, and get captured. But then whumper does something... weird. Clamps some kind of enchanted jewelery or cuff or device on them, hooks them up to a machine, puts them in a magic circle, starts speaking a spell whumpee doesn't recognize, injects a drug into them... then all of a sudden they can see the glowing energy leave their body, or feel the sensations of their abilities actually leaving them.

Like what the fuck. What the fuck?! You know how when a hermit crab doesn't have a shell on, they naturally feel more anxious and terrified and skittery? That's what happens to whumpee. As if it wasn't bad enough before, they have nothing to fight back with now. Sure they have their own strength, but who knows how much THAT is, and how much they relied on their powers.

And it's so fun! Maybe on top of making them nervous, loosing magic makes them drowsy and tired, as a font of energy is sapped from. Or maybe their immune system goes to shit... a shape-shifting whumpee feeling too tight in their skin, loss of fire powers leaving them colder than they've ever been, loss of super senses making them feel utterly in the dark, there's so much variety, and all sorts of unintended consequences.

Not to mention... assuming whumper TOOK them, what do they have planned with whumpee's magic or powers exactly?! Are they able to use them, go out and find whumpee's friends and attack them with whumpee's powers?? Or maybe its a renewable resource that whumpee's body naturally replenishes, and whumper periodically drains and bleeds them dry of their magic to power themselves, or whatever device they had. Are whumpee's powers the last piece they needed for a powerful weapon?

Are whumpee's powers gone forever? Can whumper give them back? Will it naturally grow inside them again, like making new cells? All very good questions and anxious whumpee would worry about.

I dont know, I just really think that would be a special kind of torture. Remaining relatively able to fight back physically- maybe they aren't even restrained- but now whumper took their magic, they're fraction as powerful and whumper is still at full capacity.

[yandere-daydreams]

Yan naga neuvillette?

The species is near extinction so scientists want to do what they can to save them.

Neuvillette and Zhongli just fight in their enclosure, so neuvi gets tagged and returned to the wild in hopes he’ll reproduce but humans still check in regularly to see how he’s doing. Cue you, the intern/new person who never expected to see the naga in the wild. Zhongli is the same as ever in his enclosure with constant temperatures, but surprise! Neuvi is having his mating season.

tw - kidnapping, implied breeding, minor violence.

this ask is a little old but i've been thinking about it constantly,,, i love the idea of zhongli being raised in captivity and therefore much more docile and used to being spoiled, whereas neuvillette is just. pure aggression from the moment he's captured onward. he refuses to touch any potential mate his caretakers try to pair him with, constantly attacks maintenance crews and researchers, and more of the project's grant money goes to fixing the damage he's done to his enclosure than, y'know, the project. eventually, he's released back into the wild under supervision, and you (a local cryptid specialist who's had a few brief encounters with him in the past) get brought on to keep an eye on him.

he's been nothing but aggressive and avoidant around humans before, so imagine your surprise when you make your first visit and immediately get grabbed up by a half-feral naga, all fangs and thrashing tails and pulsing, erect twin cocks that he kept so well-hidden in his brief captivity, his caretakers had started to doubt their assumptions about his biological sex. you're stripped of your limited supplies, injected with his paralytic venom, and taken to a nest of furs and shells all while he mutters about how sorry he is for being taken away from you, how he hesitated to act before but now, he knows better than to shy away from his precious little mate. it's not the ideal ending to a research paper, but at least the project was a success, right?

neuvillette's certainly going to be breeding something by the end of the night. it just won't be another naga.

[thecreaturecodex]

Cephalonoid

Image © Terryl Whitlatch, accessed at CG Channel here

[Sponsored by Soluman Blevins, based on art that Terryl Whitlatch did for her book Principles of Creature Design. At one point in development, I intended for this to be one of the illithidae, but found myself getting more and more sympathetic to it, so changed the alignment away from evil. Thus, they became the rarest of monsters; an octopus creature whose behavior is actually based on that of an octopus.]

Cephalonoid CR 12 N Aberration This creature looks like a hybrid of an octopus and a carnivorous dinosaur. Its head is like that of an octopus, except that its beak is on a long stalk, emerging visibly from the nest of tentacles growing from its face. It walks on all fours, but it can rise on its hind legs like a gorilla. Its fingers and toes are jointless and tentacle-like, and a row of suckers runs down its back and along the upper surface of its tail. A coiling shell grows from the crown of its head, with an inflatable pouch beneath it.

Cephalonoids are strange sapient predators that resemble a hybrid of mollusk and vertebrate. They are amphibious, hunting either above or below the waves and then hiding underwater in order to sleep. Cephalonoids are curious and voracious creatures, and spend much of their lives either hunting or playing. These two activities are perhaps synonymous, as cephalonoids seem to enjoy playing with their food.

A cephalonoid’s primary strategy is to grapple prey and crush it while it struggles to escape. Their beaks are more extensible than those of true cephalopods, but still possess a shorter reach than its many grasping limbs. Creatures bitten by a cephalonoid are injected with a numbing venom, all the better to cut their struggle short and make them easier to constrict. A cephalonoid can spray toxic ink, which can form a concealing and enervating cloud both above and below water. They are highly resistant to mind-influencing magic, which has led some scholars to suspect that they have a link to aboleths, illithids, or one of any number of tentacle horrors with mental powers. Cephalonoids show these creatures no love, and may in fact prey preferentially on them if their ranges overlap.

Unlike the octopus they resemble, cephalonoids are long-lived creatures, with lifespans that can extend up to fifty years. They are territorial amongst their own kind and do not tolerate intrusion, except during mating season or in the guarding of eggs. Female cephalonoids lay their eggs in colonies called gardens, where they watch over them, fasting for months until they hatch. The young are then left to fend for themselves, and may be mistaken for mundane octopus for a few years before their skeleton grows in and they begin to move about on land. Cephalonoids do not understand concepts like domestication or private property, and may come into conflict with humanoids above or below the waves for raiding livestock.

Cephalonoid CR 12 XP 19,200 N Gargantuan aberration (aquatic, amphibious) Init +8; Senses blindsight 30 ft.,darkvision 60 ft., Perception +17

Defense AC 24, touch 10, flat-footed 20 (-4 size, +4 Dex, +14 natural) hp 171 (18d8+90) Fort +11, Ref +12, Will +14; +4 vs. mind-influencing effects DR 10/magic and [slashing or piercing]; Immune poison; SR 23 Defensive Abilities decentralized brain

Offense Speed 30 ft., swim 30 ft. Melee bite +18 (2d4+9 plus poison), 2 slams +18 (2d6+9 plus grab), tentacles +18 (4d8+9 plus grab), tail slap +16 (1d12+4 plus grab) Space 20 ft.; Reach 20 ft. (10 ft. with bite) Special Attacks constrict (4d8+15), ink cloud, master grappler

Statistics Str 30, Dex 19, Con 21, Int 7, Wis 16, Cha 12 Base Atk +13; CMB +27 (+35 grappling); CMD 46 Feats Bleeding Critical,Critical Focus,Defensive Combat Training, Diehard, Endurance, Improved Critical (bite), Improved Initiative, Lightning Reflexes, Multiattack (B), Power Attack Skills Climb +20, Escape Artist +24, Perception +17, Stealth +15, Swim +28; Racial Modifiers +10 Escape Artist, +4 Perception, +8 Stealth Languages Aquan

Ecology Environment any ocean or coast Organization solitary, pair or garden (3-8) Treasure incidental

Special Abilities Decentralized Brain (Ex) A cephalonoid’s intelligence is distributed through its entire body. This grants it a +4 racial bonus on all saving throws against mind-influencing effects. Ink Cloud (Su) As a standard action, a cephalonoid can create a cloud of ink in a 30 foot radius, either above or below water. This ink impedes vision as a fog cloud spell, and creatures in the area must succeed a DC 24 Fortitude save or be sickened and staggered for as long as they remain in the cloud and for 1d4 rounds thereafter. A cephalonoid can make an ink cloud once per minute. This is a poison effect, and the save DC is Constitution based. Master Grappler (Ex) A cephalonoid gains a +8 racial bonus to CMB checks made to grapple; this replaces the usual +4 for creatures with the grab special attack. A cephalonoid does not take a penalty to grappling without having two free hands, and can grapple up to four creatures smaller than itself at the same time. Poison (Ex) Bite—injury; save Fort DC 24; frequency 1/round for 6 rounds; effect 1d4+1 Str; cure 2 saves. Tentacles (Ex) The oral tentacles of a cephalonoid are treated as a single primary natural weapon.

[khurzzdkhurryx3]

wyhat

im really not sure what I'ma do w this account but uhhhhghh maybe i'll start writing if I get some requests...ehrrmmm what the heck what the heck what the hekc!!!

John Doe x Survivor!reader

(you remind him of someone that he cant remember)

whoops... I cant format... deal w it...

Running through the dark and depressing area and not knowing what was around each corner was something you hated doing, but had to do in order to survive.

Half your team was dead, and you hadn't been able to help at all. You felt useless, and deep down, you knew that's what you were. Useless.

You had the ability to help, and you knew you did, but for some reason you were never there in time.. You were useless.

So lost in thought, you didn't notice as you ran right into what you thought was a wall, but turned out to be something living. uh oh..

There was silence for a while as the figure turned its head and fixed its gaze on you, broken and corrupted code flickering around it as it took a moment to register what it was looking at..

In a moment John Doe's still functioning eye widened, and he whipped around, the red code flinging every which way, and causing the ground beneath him to glitch and lag.

You were already halfway across the map by the time he started chasing you, eating up the distance quickly but then falling behind as his corruption slowed him down. You were lucky you had reacted fast enough to sprint away before he could inflict any status effects or hit you with his crazy code..

God you were horrified.

You were alone, and you couldn't even do anything to slow this guy down.

You couldn't block and punch like guest.

Couldn't slash and stun like shedletsky, or shoot a bullet like Chance.

You couldn't respawn and stab to inflict damage like two time.. you could't even get a speed boost like Elliot or use items like Noob..

You didn't even notice as tears started to well up and drip down your face, leaving wet strips on your cheeks.

You cried a lot when you feared for your life.

Even though the spectre would just bring you back, it was still so horrifying knowing the pain you would endure while being ripped and injected with broken scripts and pieces of code. Knowing it would all happen again and again till you were finally freed.. or when the spectre decided they didn't want to bring you back anymore..

John Doe was gaining on you. You could feel his heavy footsteps shaking the ground, and the staticky sounds emanating from the flickering bits of one's and zero's popping up wherever he stepped. You were going to die. Again.

Your stamina was draining rapidly as you twist and turned around walls and fences, trying to shake this shell of a man off of you. Nothing worked though, and he just kept coming.

Then it finally happened.

Your stamina was down to zero, and you were left vulnerable, desperately scrabbling for anything to hide behind, or use to block any attacks John Doe would throw your way..

You braced for the feeling of burning, of code seeping its way into your skin and firing off your pain receptors in the illusion of a burn..

It never came.

You could feel him behind you, but the feeling still never came. John Doe's shadow loomed over you, making you shiver and stay in your crouched position, staring at the ground as if you could sink into it and disappear into somewhere better..

John Doe slowly came to stand in front of you, and reached down to grab the front of your shirt. You expected some sort of aggressive and tight grip as he yanked you up, but his grip seemed.. careful. Scared, even.

He was slow as he lifted you to your feet, and the eccentric flickering of broken scripts seemed to have all but dispersed, leaving John Doe.. Docile??

He was staring intently, as if trying to pry you open bit by bit and grab something he just barely remembered..

This was it. You were done for. He was gonna snap out of it soon, and then you would be dead in a second. You flinched at every breath he took, every twitch of his body.. But he never seemed to try to attack.

Slowly, your guard seemed to slip down. Shoulders still tense, but not as drawn up.. What was he doing? He was supposed to be hurting you. supposed to be finishing this foul game they were forced to play, but he wasn't.

The timer ticked down slowly, numbers decreasing as it got closer and closer to being over.. John Doe didn't move. He seemed frozen in place, his eyes partially narrowed in thought, and his grip on the front of your shirt tightening and loosening in a pattern.

3...

2.....

1........

In a sudden burst of dark colours and cold air, you were dropped onto the polished wooden floor of the cabin.

What was that?

[frayaziwriter]

I'm A Spider - Wait, What?

Chapter 2

When you died, the sun was just barely peeking over the treetops. It was too bad you couldn’t see it rise once more; your eyes were glued shut and you couldn't move. You could vaguely hear the heart monitor beep from its place beside your bed. 

‘It hurts..’

You were too tired, too limp to make even a whimper.

‘Please, make the pain stop.’

[Request fulfilled. Notice; you now have {Pain Resistance}.] <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

You woke slowly.

‘..What?’ You thought, struggling to get your feet under you. ‘What happened?’

[Congratulations on your evolution. You have acquired new skills.]

‘New..skills?’ That’s when you noticed the crackling shell littering your cave floor. You shrieked, bumping back into the somewhat cramped wall of the crevice. ‘The hell?! What is that?!’

[Answer; that is your molted exoskeleton. You will molt with each evolution to make way for your bigger form.]

You whimpered. ‘Oh..okay. Okay. That..was ew.’

[Notice; you have acquired new skills.]

Hesitantly shoving the exoskeleton out of your home, you nod. ‘R-Right. Right, okay. What are they?’

[Answer; in total, you have ten skills, including myself. Your new ones are the {Skill; Thought Communication}, the {Skill; Venom Resistance}, and the {Skill; Venom Fang}.]

A grumble from your stomach had you mentally groaning and you headed back for the pit of baby bugs. ‘Okay. And what do they do?’

[Answer; the {Skill; Thought Communication} allows you to communicate with others via a mental link. The {Skill; Venom Resistance} gives you complete immunity to any venom. The {Skill; Venom Fang} gives you the ability to inject venom into prey or enemies.]

‘Huh, okay. That’s pretty useful.’ You think as you finally arrive at the pit. The parents aren’t here again. How lucky can you get? ‘And what about my other skills?’

[Notice; you have the {Skill; Pain Resistance}, which is self-explanatory. You have the {Skill; Double Jump}, which doubles your normal jump distance. You have the {Skill; Sticky Thread}, which can trap enemies or prey and can prevent them from moving. You have the {Skill; Steel Thread}, which can be used to defend against attacks or when making nests. You have the {Skill; Night Vision}. This should also be self-explanatory.]

You munched on another centipede. Man, evolution takes a lot out of you, huh? ‘That steel and sticky thread can be very useful already. And what about you? You said you’re also a skill?’

[Answer; I am your {Unique Skill; Chiron}. I am meant to teach and guide you.]

‘I see.’ Then, you huffed out a trilling laugh. ‘I sure got lucky, huh? Thanks for everything, Chiron.’

[Answer; you are very welcome.] <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

‘Hey, Chiron?’

According to your Google Home equivalent, it’s been a few days since you became lost. You were now cleaning your blade-like legs of monster bug blood after eating your fill. 

‘Can I have my Spidey Sense on at all times?’

[Correction; it’s called Spider’s Sense. Answer; yes.]

You paused and glared up at the ceiling. ‘That’s a very weird hill to die on, bud. I’m calling it Spidey Sense and you can’t stop me. But anyways, cool! Are there any special conditions I need to do first?’

[Would you like permanently activate the {Skill; Spider’s Sense}? Notice; will be unable to turn it off once you do.]

Huh. Guess not. You softly churred. ‘Can I think about it first?’ It was an insanely weird sensation the first couple of times, you’re not sure you’d want to feel it 24/7.

Silence from your Google Head. (If you had the right mouth, you would smile at your little joke. Unfortunately, you do not, and you’re not sure how to feel about that.)

You decided to take it as an affirmative. ‘Well, let’s get back to my little crevice home! I’ve eaten and cleaned myself to the best of my ability! Time to rest!’

And then you followed the now familiar route from the Centipede Pit (as you’ve taken to calling it) to your temporary home. You thank any god willing to listen that you managed to avoid the parents of the baby monster bugs, as you’re 100% certain you would face total annihilation if they caught you eating their children. 

Your temporary home was a little crevice you found near the ceiling. It was just big enough for you to fit but small enough that no other creature in the Sealed Cave could enter. And with a little door you made from webbing a piece of rock to one side of the entrance, it was the perfect little hidey-hole! You could spend your days waiting for rescue as safely as possible here!

Finally reaching your little nook, you slipped in and closed the ‘door’ behind you with a shot of webbing.

‘Night-night, Chiron. Wake me up if anything happens!’

And then you settled in for sleep. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

‘Let’s see..’ You think to yourself, turning on your Spidey Sense as you tapped your front two forelegs together. ‘Nothing nearby.. It should be safe then..’

Opening your ‘door’, you cautiously slipped out of your home. ‘I should put up some defenses since I have the time. Maybe I should make a fake home to confuse would-be predators?’ You muse while you march forward. ‘Hmm. I should also put up a small storage area for food or nicknacks or something..’

You skittered up the wall and stuck a blob of Sticky Thread up high before leaping off and landing on a pillar. Pulling it taut, you wrapped it around the rock and climbed down. ‘Hey, Chiron? Can I slice through rock yet?’

[Answer; only Knights and Arch Knights are able to slice through rock.]

‘Aww, man!’ You think while wrapping the thread around a few other things and slicing it off. ‘I was hoping to make an escape tunnel..’

You stuck the end of the thread near your ‘door’ before turning around to repeat the process. ‘Oh, well. I should work with what I got, then.’ <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

Over the course of two and a half days, you constructed several defensive webs to protect your home. 

The ones closest to your little crevice were made almost entirely out of Sticky Thread. You used those as a last resort, and for capturing any prey small enough to fit through the gaps. The ones further away had Steel Thread, which were for warding off large predators.

Nearby, you had found a hole to stuff your things inside for safekeeping. (Not that you had any as of now..) 

You stared up at your ‘nest’ with pride. It may not be the best job you could do, but it got the job done and you made your first home! One step closer to total independence! Good job, you!

‘As a celebration for finally finishing the defenses for my home, I declare a feast!’ You jokingly say to yourself, quickly heading out to the Centipede Pit. ‘I shall eat baby bugs until I’m kicked out by the parents or completely full! Let’s go!’ <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

It was two weeks after you were separated from spider civilization when you ran into trouble.

You didn’t have your spidey sense on, so you didn’t notice the large monster slithering up behind you until you were almost hit.

It was thanks to you turning that skill on at the last minute that you survived the initial attack. You screeched as you jumped away, narrowly dodging the massive tail slamming into the rocky ground you were once standing on.

‘What the fuck is that?!’

[Answer; a Black Snake. Notice; this monster has the {Skill; Poisonous Breath} and the {Skill; Heat Source Sense}. Its scales are tough and are thorned. Suggestion; tread lightly.]

‘Hold up, that’s the thing I ate a couple weeks ago?!’ You thought as you jumped out of the way of another tail attack. The giant snake hissed at you as you landed on a pillar. ‘It didn’t look like this before!’

[Notice; a Knight’s claws are sharp enough to cut through the scales of a Black Serpent.]

You skittered across the ceiling. ‘Ah, so that one got descaled. Hah. So, should I flee or fight?’

[Suggestion; fight.]

‘Alright!’ You jumped once more to avoid a cloud of the poisonous gas the serpent spewed at you. ‘Okay, activate Spidey Sense and Double Jump to create some distance.’

And then you jumped away. Shrieking, you skitted to a stop. ‘Holy crap, that was quick!’ Alarms blared in your head and quickly jumped away with your newfound skill once more. With each jump, you became more and more proficient in using the skill. ‘Okay, I think we have enough room. Sticky Thread!’

The white substance shot out of your spinneret as you jumped between the walls of the cavern with Double Jump. ‘Steel Thread!’

Another stream of white silk shot out of your rear and you intertwined the strong steel with its sticky counterpart just as the monster serpent pounced. You jumped through a gap of webs just as its jaws snagged on your wall. Pausing, you watched it struggle for a moment. This wasn’t what you were going for, but you weren’t complaining!

‘Chiron? How likely is it that once this thing gets free it’ll come after me?’

[Answer; highly probable. Suggestion; dispose of it now.]

‘My thoughts exactly, Chiron, bud.’

[Would you like to use the {Skill; Steel Thread}?]

‘Yes!’

Steeling your nerves, you use Double Jump once more and make your way up to the head of the snake. You took a moment to observe the giant serpent before sticking a spool of Steel Thread around a horned scale and jumping off its throat. You swung yourself underneath the serpent and around. The Steel Thread tightened against the neck as you tugged it taut, slitting the monster’s throat as you went.

The serpent shrieked in pain, the sound quickly dying to a gurgle as it lost a copious amount of blood. It thrashed violently and you cut off the Sticky Thread before landing nearby.

You turned around just in time to see it free itself of your web defense and lunge at you. ‘Eek!’ You darted for the other side of the wall of webs with Double Jump assisting you and only stopped when you reached a cavern wall.

Turning around, you watched as the snake slowly died, poisonous gas filtering out of its open maw as it went. 

It was silent for a long while after it wheezed for the final time. You took that moment to breathe.

‘That was...terrifying.’

[Notice; energy low. Suggestion; eat the Black Serpent.]

‘Yeah yeah, I know.’ You grumble back as you carefully made your way back to the downed serpent. ‘Will I get any extra skills from this?’

Silence. Okay then. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

[Notice; evolution requirements met. You are now evolving into a Medium Taratect. Congratulations. Suggestion; find a safe place.]

Wait, what? You startle as you finish eating the Black Serpent a few days after killing it. ‘Huh? What do you mean, ‘evolving’?’

[Suggestion; find safe place.]

‘Alright! I heard you the first time!’ You huff as you double-time it to your little hidey-hole. ‘Didn’t I already evolve though?!’

[Answer; you will evolve into a Medium Taratect. This is due to absorbing the required amount of magicules. Notice; evolution will now commence.]

You were just a few meters away from your little crevice when your vision swam at the sudden sense of vertigo. You stumbled, almost crashing painfully to your feet when a wave of exhaustion washed over you directly after. ‘W-What’s going...on?’

[Answer; evolution is now commencing.]

‘This..didn’t happen...before! What’s..going on?!’ You think sluggishly as you reach your little nook.

[Notice; this hole will not be big enough for your evolved form.]

The world faded away at that exact moment.

[Congratulations on your evolution to Medium Taratect. Notice; you have gained new skills.] <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

Pain resistance? What is this voice talking about? Are you having a fever dream again? But, you don’t think you have a fever.

God, it was getting harder to breathe. ‘I can’t breathe..’

[Request fulfilled. Selecting form with passive breathing.] <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

You awoke to a molted layer of exoskeleton strewn about around your crumpled form.

Shrieking, you jumped away, your claws clicking against the rocky ground. Backing up, you ran into a large stalagmite. You then promptly shrieked again and jumped back from the spike of rock. Upon realizing that the cavern was empty, you struggled to stop the trembling in your body.

‘Okay. That was..a terrible experience. I don’t ever wanna go through that again.’

[Congratulations on your evolution to Medium Taratect.]

‘Thanks, Chiron..’ You flumped to your belly again. ‘Am I ever going to get used to waking up to molted exoskeletons?’ You thought to yourself.

[Notice; you have acquired new skills.]

You perked up. ‘Oh? What are they?’ And then your stomach grumbled. Ah, right. Evolution takes a lot of energy. Welp, you might as well go hunt more baby bugs!

[Answer; you have acquired the {Skill; Regeneration}. This skill gives you the ability to heal injuries and regenerate lost limbs. You have also acquired the {Skill; Food Buff}. This skill turns the food you eat into bursts of strength by storing the energy for later. Can also keep you alive during periods of famine, depending on the amount of energy stored up.]

‘So, like blubber in seals and whales. Got it.’ You crawl to your hole, examining your now longer legs. ‘The next time I evolve, if I have enough energy stored up, I shouldn’t need to immediately eat then. That’s good.’

Wait. Hold on.. Is your home-

[Notice; you are now too big to fit in that hole. Suggestion; find a new one.]

‘Dammit! And I spent so much time perfecting it, too!’ Slumping in disappointment, you turn and leave the cavern. ‘Oh, well. I better get moving anyways.’ <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

You froze.

‘Uh, Chiron? What’s up with that pressure?’

[Answer; you are nearing the cave Veldora the Storm Dragon resides.]

You could feel your legs trembling. Will you even be able to stay standing soon? ‘Okay, that’s good to know.. Just have to skirt around this area and we’ll be a-okay! Say, how long has it been since I first got lost?’

[Answer; four weeks. It’s been four days since the Black Serpent attacked, one day since your last evolution, and four hours since you last ate.]

‘O-Oh, thank you,’ You think as you reach your new home. Unlike your last one, it was situated on a nook in a wall. The opening was too wide for you to find a working door, but you made it up with webs surrounding the area. Sure, other monsters might be clued in on your location, but only small baby monsters such as yourself can get through the gaps! And then it’ll be easy pickings! (You’re rather proud of your new home. Your web-making is coming along quite nicely!)

‘So, I think I decided on the Spidey Sense.’ You say, taping a claw on the edge of your cliff home. ‘I think it would be beneficial to have it on at all times as I don’t want a repeat of the Black Serpent. I really don’t wanna die this early in my second life..’

[Would you like to permanently activate the {Skill; Spider’s Sense}? Notice; you will be unable to turn it off afterward.]

‘...Yes.’

[Notice; the {Skill; Spider’s Sense} is now permanently activated. You are now unable to turn it off.]

‘Yay.’ <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

In another section of the cave systems, deep below the ground, the birth of a new era was beginning with one simple meeting.

‘Wait. Before we do this-’

‘What is it now, Veldora?!’

The dragon raised a claw. ‘I have one last thing I need to impart to you. It’s important.’ The Slime sitting before him tilted his ‘face’ to one side. ‘What is it?’ The dragon cleared his throat. ‘There is something out there, deeper in the caverns, that you need to be wary of. Don’t go too far down if you can help it.’

Humming in confusion, a question mark of slime appeared by the Slime. ‘What do you mean? What’s down there?’

‘It’s been many years since I last felt them, but recently, something has shifted.’ The dragon nodded. ‘Yes, shifted! The Jorogomo clans are preparing for something big! I’d suggest leaving here as soon as possible once we’re done here.’

‘The Jorogomos?’

‘Just be careful.’ The dragon leaned forward, pinning the Slime under an intense gaze. ‘They rule the lower levels of the cave, so if you stay up here, I believe you’ll be just fine.’

The Slime grumbled. ‘But.. What are they?’

His new friend frowned, leaning back to stare somewhere up above him. ‘You know.. I don’t quite remember. They had already dug deep into the earth long before I was imprisoned here. It’s been many centuries since I first met one, and even more since I heard of them. Let’s see.. They have eight legs and eyes, oh, and venom!’

‘..Are you talking about spiders?’ The Slime shuddered. ‘That sounds like spiders.. Or maybe scorpions?’

The dragon shrugged. ‘Well, anyways, that’s all I needed to tell you.’

‘Thanks for the warning!’ The Slime bounced in place. ‘Well, I’m gonna eat you now! It’s time to bust out of that Unlimited Imprisonment!’

Laughing, the dragon eagerly agreed. ‘Let’s do it! I’m sure we’ll be face-to-face again in the near future!’

‘We will! Unique Skill; Predator!’ <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

A few hours later, you were strolling through the Sealed Cave.

‘Hey Chiron, what are these plants?’ You tap a claw on a leaf of a plant with a white flower.

[Answer; Hipokute Herbs. They are a rare magical herb that can be used in healing potions.]

You tilted your head with a churr and poked it once more. ‘Really? That’s so cool! I guess I should have expected that magic potions would also exist in the same world magic monsters live in. Kinda wish my old home had this; would have made my life better, at least.’

Suddenly, the air pressure from Veldora’s section of the caves lifted.

You grunted, jolting when the sudden pressure change disoriented you. ‘The hell? What just happened?!’

[Notice; Veldora the Storm Dragon has vanished.]

‘...Excuse me.’

[Veldora the Storm Dragon has vanished. The sudden change in air pressure is due to his aura disappearing suddenly.]

You nervously glanced behind you, where the air pressure was thickest. ‘You didn’t say he died...so, that means only one thing.’ You stepped back. ‘Veldora’s free.’

[Correction; no. The Strom Dragon Veldora is still very much imprisoned.]

‘But you said he-?’

[Veldora is still imprisoned.]

Curiosity dug its claws in you, and you slowly took a step forward. ‘So, is it safe? To go and investigate, I mean?’

[Notice; there is a 50% chance of you dying. Suggestion; hide.]

-You watched through the window as the neighborhood kids laughed while they played a game on the street. Coughing, you turned away to grab a tissue. You..kinda wished you could join them.-

-“I’m sorry, I don’t think you can go outside today. It’s much too cold for your fragile immune system. How about we play some games inside?” The nurse smiled at you brightly, holding up a board game. You weren’t in the mood, but the nurse was much too kind for your horrible attitude. So you smiled just as brightly and agreed.-

-You couldn’t even attend your own parents’ funeral. You were too sick. Always hiding inside, away from the rest of the world. From the possibility of death if you did even the smallest thing.-

‘I think,’ You started, paused, and rolled on ahead, ‘I’m going to take that chance.’

And then you cautiously marched towards Veldora’s previous location before Chiron could persuade you otherwise. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

You yelped, dodging another attack from the Armorsaurus’ whisker whips. 

‘Okay! This is so not fair!’ You think loudly as the Monstrous Centipede lunges for you. Jumping away with Double Jump, you land on a stalactite and hiss at the two giants. ‘I just wanted to get by with no trouble! Why the hell are you attacking me?!’

You were peacefully skittering through the caverns when these two appeared. The Armorsaurus had been thrown right in front of you by the big ass bug and when you screeched at the sudden surprise, the two turned to you and attacked.

‘Not fair not fair not fair!’ You hiss and jump away again. ‘Chiron! Do I have enough stored energy to get out of here?!’

[Answer; no. At most, you will only be able to run faster with the {Skill; Double Jump} and the {Skill; Food Buff} for a few minutes. They will catch up quickly.]

‘Dammit! Fine!’ Jumping off another stalactite, you land on the back of the centipede and skitter up to its head. ‘This thing has Paralysis Breath, right? That means, if I play my cards right-’ You jumped off the monster and landed on the back of the Armorsarus. 

You clung to the thrashing monster and challengingly clicked your chelicerae at the Monstrous Centipede. ‘Come and get me, bitch!’

The bug reared back with a screech as one of the Armorsaurus’ whisker whips slapped it across the belly and lunged. You jumped away just as it released a puff of smog at your ride, and it fell to the ground in a slump.

You landed nearby and brandished your claws. ‘Nice! Now all I have to do is get rid of that centipede!’

[Would you like to use the {Skill; Sticky Thread}?]

‘Do it!’

Jumping off, you lunged for the bug and skittered around its body. It thrashed around, trying desperately to knock you off, but it only succeeded in entangling itself more in your thread. You wrapped it up nice and tight in the webbing before leaping away and high-tailing it out of the cavern.

‘Alright, by the time that Armorsaurus is free, I should be far enough away from them! Hopefully, they’ll be more focused on each other instead of me.’ <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

‘So, these gems are important up top?’

You peered at the blue-green crystals before you. They were mesmerizing; the glow they let out lit up everywhere you could see, and the tones of blues and greens shifted with the difference of angles you stared at them with.

[Answer; correct. They are used to forge magisteel, and are extremely rare.]

‘..Are they more valuable than even gold?’

[Answer; yes.]

You backed up from the magic ore. ‘Damn

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.. That’s a lot.’ <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

A couple of days passed since Veldora’s disappearance.

Even you could feel the tension in the air as the monsters residing in the Sealed Cave grew restless. You’re pretty sure a power struggle would occur soon, and while you would prefer to stay as far away as possible when that occurs, this newly discovered reckless side of you was calling for adventure. 

You wanted to learn the cause of the Storm Dragon’s disappearance, and nothing was going to stop you from satiating your curiosity!

Even that Black Serpent you could see in t

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he distance!

...H-Hold up. Did a Slime just...? Did you really just watch a Slime behead a Black Serpent with a wave of water?!

You flinched back when the Slime expanded and consumed the corpse in a single move. There was nothing left. Your claws clicked against the ground as you slowly stepped back, watching nervously as the Slime started hopping in place. ‘Okay. I think it’s time to leave.’

Then the Slime turned to you, and the two of you stood frozen, watching the other.

‘AND WE’RE RUNNING!’ You turn tail and ran as fast as you could on your eight legs. ‘TINY LEGS DON’T FAIL ME NOW!’

Plop-plop-plop.

Was it coming after you?! You’re pretty sure it’s chasing you!

But, by the time it reached your previous spot, you had already turned down several different tunnels and you weren’t stopping until you were sure that Slime wasn’t right behind you. You’re not dying today!

Finally reaching your little hidey-hole up high, you flopped down with a groan. ‘Jeez, what’s up with that Slime? I don’t think that’s normal..’

[Slimes are low-ranking, unintelligent Monsters. They cannot normally think.]

‘So, do they have skills? What are their normal ones?’ You poke a nearby web strand in boredom, your eight eyes staring straight down for any movement.

[Answer; Slimes normally have the {Skill; Di

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ssolve}, the {Skill; Absorb}, and the {Skill Regeneration}.]

‘Huh. You said, ‘normally’. That implies this Slime is abnormal.’

[Answer; yes.]

You huffed. ‘So I’m probably dead if I run into that thing again. Good to know.’ <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

If Rimuru had a mouth, he would be grinning victoriously.

‘Aww yes!’ He thought as he hopped up and down. ‘Predator is the bomb dot com! That’s it! I’m gonna acquire ALL the skills!’

And then he turned around to see a giant spider staring at him from down the corridor. He froze. It was at least twice as big as him and completely white. The light glinted off of its sleek exoskeleton, and its eight glowing red eyes bore into him. ‘Uhh, Great Sage? What’s that?’

[Answer; that is a Medium Taratect. It belongs to the Jorogomo Monster species, and is the first of its clan.]

Rimuru perked up. ‘Jorogomo? Isn’t that what Veldora warned me about?’

[Answer; correct.]

‘Then they really are spiders.’ He thought. And then he flinched back when the thing turned and ran away. ‘H-Hey! Wait!’ But it didn’t. Instead, it turned a corner and disappeared from view. He bounced forward, trying his best to catch up.

The Jorogomo had vanished. ‘Almost like a ghost..’ Rimuru shivered. ‘It certainly looked like one, too.’ Sighing, he glanced down the tunnel he had seen it turn down for a moment or two. ‘Hey, Great Sage? Veldora also mentioned that there was more than one clan. How many are there?’

[Answer; the Jorogomo Monster species, commonly known to the world as Giant Spiders, is currently divided into four clans; Obsidian, Bronze, Ruby, and Golden. This one is the very first with its color, signifying the birth of a new clan.]

‘O-Oh. That must be what Veldora meant when he said they were preparing for something..’

Humming, he bounced after it. ‘Maybe, it can help me find the exit! Let’s follow it!’ <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><

‘Why is it so close to my home?!’

You peered down at the Slime bouncing down the tunnel from the safety of the ceiling. Horror washed over you, causing your legs to shake in fear. ‘Is this thing following me?! But I ran away from it just yesterday! How can it still be after me?!’

Just then, you heard a familiar screech and you swore you felt your blood freeze in your veins. 

That was the sound of a Jorogomo Monster. Oh, no. Are you about to watch your kind get eaten by this Slime?! You duck your head just as an Obsidian Jorogomo appears and lunges for the Slime. In the next few seconds, all you could hear was the sound of flesh being sliced through and the heavy thuds of limbs falling to the ground. Peeking once it was all over, you ended up catching the exact moment when the Slime expanded to eat the corpse.

Fear crashed into you at the sight of your brethren piled up in slices. One second you were on the ceiling, and the next you were falling to the ground. You shrieked, flailing.

‘NO NO NO NO! I DON’T WANT TO GO DOWN THERE!!’

Thud!

The wind was knocked out of you and for a split second, you could have sworn you saw your soul leave your body.

Silence greeted you, and you slowly rock to the side to see the Slime staring at you. ‘Oh, shit. Oh, SHIT!’ Shrieking, you scramble to get to your feet only to discover that you were stuck on your back. Your clawed legs waved frantically in the air as you rocked back and forth.

‘NO! GET UP YOU STUPID BODY! WE’RE ABOUT TO GET EATEN!’ If you could cry, you would be sobbing a waterfall right about now.

[Would you like to use {Thought Communication}?]

‘Yes! Do it! Whatever saves my exoskeleton!’

The Slime slithered closer and your cries grew louder. ‘No! Don’t eat me, please! I don’t wanna die so early in my second life!’

It froze. ‘...You mean, you’re..reincarnated, too?’ Your legs stopped flailing as the words sunk in.

The voice had spoken in your head, and your Spidey Sense skill told you that there was no other living creature close enough for Thought Communication. So this Slime was able to think. And if this Slime’s words were true, then that means... Your legs curled up against your belly as shock settled in.

‘I’m not the only one?!’ The Slime wiggled happily in place. ‘We’re not alone! Nice!’

You stared at it for a long moment. The Slime flinched back, its body tilting to the side. ‘Uhh, something the matter? Why are you staring at me like that?’ (Unbeknownst to you, your red eyes started sparkling, almost like you were about to cry.) 

‘I-I’m okay. It’s just...I’m so glad I’m not going to die!’ You let out a loud sob. ‘When I fell, I was sure that I was going to get eaten! Thanks for not eating me!’

‘U-Uh, you’re welcome?’ The Slime moved forward. ‘I’m Rimuru. What’s your name?’

‘I don’t have one right now, but I went by the name (Y/N) in my last life?’

Rimuru bounced once. ‘Well then, it’s nice to meet you (Y/N)! Do you...need some help up?’ You glanced down at your body. Yeah, you weren’t getting up without some outside help.. You turned back up at him, letting out a soft trill. ‘Please?’

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Stucked - Part 6

You're trapped in a game and a new threat is lurking.

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Pairing: John "Soap" MacTavish x reader, Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader, König x reader

Tags: Mentions of death, Mentions of blood and gore, Blood and Violence, Sexual Scenes, Alternate Universe, No use of Y/N, Not Beta Read, AFAB Reader

Trigger Warning: Contains blood and gore, violence, injury, some body horror, description of grotesque creatures, some monster smut (light), and some dubcon (lightly). Please, keep that in mind!

⚠️MDNI⚠️

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Author's Note

This part unveils a new evil!

There's a new threat, but your old friends are close by. Who knows what happens after...

Have fun! :D

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

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Like a faded picture that has been imprisoned in the depths of a drawer for decades, the vision is projected as faintly on the canvases of your eyelids. As if it were just a vision born on the plastic soil of a dream, nothing else, the memory that takes shape in your head seems so unbelievable. This horrible place has been holding you in its embrace hot with the stench of death for so long, that the images left from the real world seem to your brain like the remnants of a life that never existed. However, you're sure that the melodious children's laughter ringing in your ears is real, and you know that it belongs to someone who was once important to you. In this friendly fantasy world, there is no decay and no blood, only the inviting rays of the sun, which guide you to the surface with warm fingers, as you frolic under the cool foams, mimicking a mermaid. You paddle nimbly with your little hands as the princess of the secret underwater realm, and each tiny shell and grain of sand greets you as a subject of your kingdom as you swim above them. And when someone pulls you out of your adventure and lifts you back into the air, warm from the summer heat, you sulk and argue, trying to get free, but whoever the stranger is, they only respond with amused laughter. And your heart almost sinks at the fact that only blurred spots dance in front of your eyes when you look up at the figure who kisses the top of your little head and hugs you so tenderly. Because you know you should know her, but nothing breaks through the darkness in your skull apart from the feeling of loss that gnaws at your insides.

Although for a moment you don't understand why your own mind is turning against you, but even your frozen shock is penetrated by a faint recognition, that there is a reason why this is exactly the memory that arose in you after the many horrors you experienced. And it seems a very cruel trick from your subconscious that now, when an unknown force drags you deeper and deeper toward the bottomless pits of the icy water, it calls up this exact one out of the many mementos slowly fading to nothingness. Because you know that now the sun-tanned hand won't rush to your aid to save you from the frosty, otherworldly empire that is drawing you closer and closer to its gate made of torn bodies with each passing second.

And as if you just woke up from an unwanted slumber, you realize that no matter how much you want to linger on the soft lap of soothing reminders of the past, and no matter how much all your instincts protest against letting the false security of the images dancing on your eyelids slip away, you have other things to do. Oh, how easy it would be to let it end like this, rocking in the heavy arms of the cool water, finally die without rough hands trying to bask in the warmth of your still living organs. But you have work to do. And this ultimately breaks your body out of the shock injected into you by the unknown attacker, which pulled you under the surface, heavy with rot and death.

As soon as your resolve finally pushes you back from the temptation of the soft, shapeless drifting of unconsciousness, the shortness of breath tightening your chest reaches your senses, and your mouth opens in a desperate gasp before you can stop the reflexive movement. And as the cold water breaks through your lips and you feel the musty taste of mud on your tongue, your jaw snaps shut with such alarmed speed that you swear that you feel your teeth cracking. However, a stray sip of water that has gone astray still finds its way into your trachea, and as it pushes along the soft tissues like a thousand tiny blades, you would instinctively start to cough, but you're only able to ease the pressure of a force squeezing your ribs for a few pathetic seconds.

Your eyes open in fear, and you can see the taunting invitation of the moon's pale light even through the sting of the water blurring your vision, and you can almost feel how mockingly the silvery beams laugh at your torment. And as you become aware of with what frightening certainty the last faintly twinkling trace of the starry sky starts to disappear, your brain catches up with the facts, and even through the lack of oxygen, you understand painfully fast that the fragile thread of your life will soon come to a pitiful end and break under the cruel weight of the waves gathering above you. And because of this, your body, for the umpteenth time during the night, surges you towards action, and as the cocktail of stress hormones in your veins revives, you try to propel yourself upwards with almost instinctive movements. But no matter how you paddle with your hands, just as your legs would also join in the frantic work, the alien creature wrapped around your ankle tightens its grip even more, and the suppressed scream that is born in your lungs only echoes in your skull, when you feel how cruelly its spikes drill into your bruised flesh. You can sense, quite horrified, how the poison, similar to liquid fire, creeps through the boundary of the skin and muscles pulsing with agony. And you know that whatever this formless beast tries to inject into your body, soon it will help tip you back into oblivion so that you allow yourself to be driven into the predator's waiting claws with a willing daze.

Your hands rush towards the wretched monster holding your feet captive, and even you're surprised when you grab hold of the sleek extensions of a seaweed-like plant. And even though the army of thorns rising from the slippery tissue cut into your palm, you don't care about how the suffering radiates through your arm like a lightning strike, instead, gritting your teeth, you try to loosen your shackles, because it's only a matter of time before your luck runs out and you're back in that goddamn car again. Crimson drops of blood emerge like snakes from under the wounded skin, and the more fiercely you fight with the cursed seaweed, the cerise fluid surrounds you like a vague mist, casting your figure, wild from the fury of the struggle, into the midst of blood-red clouds.

All your nerves are occupied by the heat of your battle, because you feel it all too well how the merciless iron fist around your chest is closing, as if someone had thrown you into a press, and the metal plates weighing on you were trying to slowly drive your ribs into the living flesh. And you would swear that even through the gurgle of liquid against your eardrums, you can hear the horrible, almost insidious snapping of the hair-thin cracks running down your bones, as if a heavy boot were treading on freshly fallen branches.

But even through your despair, it occurs to you how strange it is that the crackles travel into your ears through the roar of the water so clearly, even though you know that nothing but the sound of bubbles could penetrate the chaos created by your panic. And when you catch a pale spot moving from the corner of your eye, like an uncertain vision dancing on the edge of your consciousness, you stop chasing your release for a minute. First, through the hazy clouds cast by your blood, you see a broken form unfolding, looking more like the dried remains of a wind-twisted and battered tree than anything else. However, when the tormented figure seems to be approaching, and the scarlet veil finally fades due to your immobility, then the shock cuts through even the tension of air that is stuck in your throat. Because your brain, fighting with hypoxia, understands that the creature is swimming closer to you with measured laziness, which may have previously feasted on the disintegrating corpses washed to the surface.

A pair of milky white eyes take shape from the dark, endless void with an almost otherworldly light, and the hunger looming in them paints the mouth so dreadful, which stretches into an impossibly wide snarl with cruel joy when it discovers in you its prey frozen in fear. As if the corners of its mouth were trying to get around the elongated head, splitting the dry, ashy skin on its skull like grotesque cuts. Yet, your eyes are immediately drawn to the pale gums and the sharp teeth protruding from them, stained a dirty brown by the rotting pieces of meat sitting on them. And as the twisted, thin body floats closer, a series of dim, tormented blots appear behind it, like an army of faithful shadows, which absorb the rays of moonlight piercing the water, bringing an ominous night to the desolate realm of the lake.

And it doesn't take much time, just a mere fleeting second, and you become sure that you have to flee, because these horrible devilish beings will clean the pliant network of muscles and tendons from your bones before suffocation has a chance to push you into the saving ignorance of unconsciousness. That's why the fierceness of survival awakens in you anew, and even you yourself can't believe the power that terror stirs in you, when you almost tear the tentacles of the stubborn seaweed from you, and the adrenaline that settles on your nerves doesn't allow the pain caused by the attack of the thorns stabbing into your palm to reach you. And if you'd have time, you would burst into tears of joy when the damned plant finally releases your ankle, but you have no time to be relieved, because you see the cautious advance of the distorted beasts squirming in the corner of your eyes, and you can feel the small waves on your skin that their excitedly grinding teeth create.

You're almost desperately try to swim towards the surface, and although the force of the pressure gnawing at your insides increases with each hasty movement, and small black spots slowly crawl into your field of vision, you don't care about the agony that crushes the soft tissues of your internal organs. When your hand finally breaks through the mirror-smooth border of the lake's surface for the first time, and your fingers are caressed by the prickle of the cold night air, then all the suffering that has tried to push you into the silky lap of another death disappears. And perhaps you've never been so happy to see the moon sprawled out like a divine being in the middle of this imaginary world, and you're not at all bothered by the sardonic glee with which its sparkling, silvery gaze follows how you begin to swallow the life-giving oxygen like a pitiful fish on dry land. Although you forcefully cough out the remnants of the water that have strayed into your airways, as soon as the first sip of air fills your chest aching with burning stinging, and the specks squirming in front of your eyes vanish, you have the strength to focus on the way out. And you know that you don't have time to hesitate any longer, because you can see the moving outline of the unknown monsters gathering below you.

You run your gaze along the landscape shrouded in dreadful stillness, and you feel your stomach flutter with gratitude when you discover how seductively close the line of the shallow shore stretches behind you. You only wildly hope that you're able to outrun these horrible creatures, as you put each of your tired limbs to work and start swimming without any delay, because it only takes one of these awful beings to catch you, and your remains will be reduced to tiny crumbs of bones and viscera. And despite the fact that you've met your end countless times, you know that each of your deaths would pale in comparison to being torn to pieces alive by these infernal abominations. Perhaps this is the motivation that breaks through the last barrier in your consciousness and helps to get your body to move with an unprecedented urgency, and this is what dulls the ear-splitting scream-like noise of the frenzy unfolding behind you.

The few minutes seem like millennia until you finally reach the swampy ground, and you stumble to your feet, yanking your shoes from the mud's stubborn grip with an angry cry as you clumsily drag yourself ashore. And as you finally make it to the edge of the wet sand, you drop to your knees, panting, allowing yourself a few meager seconds to rest before you're forced to run again from the evils that stalk you. Because you’re sure that whatever the tentacled creature was, it's still lurking in the depths of the abyss, and the two murderers can also be breathing down your neck thanks to the terrible sidequest you've fallen into. Almost instinctively, your hand sinks into the pocket of the soaked pants, and when you find the disconcertingly untouched map, you feel a heavy weight lift off your heart. All you have to do is to lie low a bit, and then calmly set off to look for the next clue, which can finally get you out of this ever-deepening madness.

But when that bone-shaking scream blasts into the silence of the night once again, you wince reflexively, like a startled animal that has finally realized that the predator will soon wrap its foul-smelling jaws around its neck. And although by now you should have gotten used to the fact that this goddamn place always lulls you into a mirage-like illusion of tranquility with the promise of a moment of ease, only to avenge its mercy all the more cruelly, yet now fear claws into your insides with the same force as if you were experiencing the terrors of this nightmare for the first time. Because when you glance back, you see the cloudy eyes break through from under the velvety, rippling veil of the water, like faintly looming ghosts that were vomited out by the mouth of the lake opening to the other world, to drag you with them into the pits of insatiable hell. One of the gruesome figures emerges from the waves rocking like liquid obsidian, and its sickly thin body straightens amid gut-wrenching crackles, as if every single bone would slide into place on top of another, crumbling under the withered tissue. But even though the beast looks ungainly, when its mouth full of sharp teeth opens and that high-pitched, whistle-like screech rushes out of it, you clamp your hands to your ears to try to dull the pain of the head-splitting sound, and with the pain piercing your eardrums, you realize that if you don't get away now, then those teeth will be painted ruby by your intestines next time.

However, before you can even move, the howling stops, and it takes a few moments for your mind to register what is happening. And when you discover that pair of glowing red eyes appear behind the enraged army of monsters, you wish these bastards would rip you apart alive, because maybe that would be a more pleasant death than what those smoldering irises have in store for you. Because there is such a hungry temper dancing in them that settles into the aggressive movement with which the stranger takes hold of the head of the menacing water creature about to attack, lifting it up into the air. His huge palm swallows its face green from algae, and the way his strong hand clenches around the abomination's skull seems almost pitifully simple, as if the wretch would be nothing more than a worm to be trampled upon. And you feel how your insides convulse with nausea when the stomach-turning crunch, with which the bones shatter into pieces, reaches your ear canals, and you desperately try to swallow back the bitter bile pooling in your mouth, as, after a wet splash, you see the soft, pink flesh spilling out between the hooded monster's long fingers.

It seems that this makes the other grotesque entities understand that something more terrifying than them has arrived, and they swim back to the protective shelter of the lake with such ready submission, as if they were trying to hide from the sight of their angry king, before he would erupt into a frightening rage. Through the dread slowly bubbling under your skin, you realize that maybe this man really is their ruler, since the horde of malformed forces living in the water turned against you after he first surfaced behind the sea of mutilated bodies. And perhaps there is some woefully obvious logic in this, since the game wouldn't have allowed this new location to appear if there hadn't been an even more horrible surprise waiting for you in it. When the last of his terrified subjects finally disappears, the giant starts towards you with lazy steps, and with each passing meter it becomes more and more noticeable, how the hard muscles weave through every terrible corner of his tall figure, and suddenly it becomes painfully clear to you that even the bloodthirsty shadows skulking in the forest would offer greater safety if you threw yourself into the arms of formless darkness now.

You try to get up shaking, because you understand that you're just hanging another death flag on your forehead with your hesitation, but as soon as you put weight on your wounded leg, a bitter pain shoots into your ankle, as if someone were trying to twist your foot around its axis with their bare hands, and from the stars dancing before your eyes, you helplessly let your knees buckle and help you fall back into the mud with a dull thud. And even though you try to relieve the persistent throbbing of the white-hot pain with the air inhaled through your nose, by the time your head clears enough to be able to get yourself to move, your body, trembling with agony, is already swallowed up by the all-consuming shadow of the man towering over you, and you know that you’re done for. You don't have to turn around to know that the hooded monster has finally stalked you down, because you can see the black blanket with which his large figure covers the ground decorated with small stones and plants washed up on the shore.

You don't even dare to move for a little bit, and you feel ridiculously stupid for offering yourself on a silver platter with your person immobilized by terror. As if you were willingly present your chest to him so that he can tear out your scared, beating heart, but you can't even twitch, because, with the pounding of your pulse in your ears, the fear spreads through every inch of your body, pushing every muscle fiber into paralyzed helplessness. And you feel how the blood freezes in your veins, when a terribly sweet scent snakes its way into your nose, like the smell of the juices of rotten fruit left under the rays of the summer sun, which at the same time enters your head and covers the frightened upheaval in your skull under some inexplicable hazy fog, and tightens your stomach in a death-tight grip. Although this strange smell brings you closer to dizziness, even in the confused daze that descends upon you, you can perfectly detect when an unknown creature glides onto your shoulder with a damp springiness, then slowly slithers its way up the graceful line of your neck like a curious leech. You're unable to restrain the reflexive movement that makes you cringe in alarm under the curious touch of the uninvited guest, and even though every fiber of your body turns to stone, you raise your eyes to the intruder despite the anxiety gathering in the pit of your stomach. And when you discover the pitch-black tentacle shining with a velvety light, and the purple suckers lined up on them, which breathe unsolicited kisses to the valley of your cleavage, you yelp and charge forward to try to crawl away from the monster with such panicked clumsiness, like a wounded wild animal trying to escape from the wolf with its last breath.

However, no matter how hard you try to break free, the fear raging in your body only leads to an uncoordinated shuffling, and you fall to your stomach on the fish-smelling ground, hissing from the ache that rips through your ankle. Your mouth fills with tiny grains of wet sand, but you don't mind the sour taste on your tongue, because it penetrates your terror much more clearly when you feel the searing heat of another body behind you, seeping through the thin material of your soaked t-shirt like a contagious disease. And you know that the end of the night has arrived, because when you see a giant hand sinking into the mud next to your head, you recognize, along with the horrible delusions flooding into your mind, that you already lost your chance of survival when you waded into that damn lake.

And the newcomer doesn't leave you a moment to recover from your shock, because you just got rid of the intrusion of the sticky organ, you feel the tentacle breaking under the battered fabric of your top, and you can't stop the terrified tremor that moves into your limbs in time, when the probing caress of the feelers passes through the tense arch of your spine. The tenderness with which he traces the small valley between your shoulder blades is almost stomach-churning, because you're aware that with one careless movement, he could unfurl the row of vertebrae from under your skin like fresh peas from their shell. And you know that he only wants to lull your vigilance with the fleeting gentleness with which the appendage moves towards the line of your ribs to try to migrate to your chest, like a lover who wants to explore the lush curves of his beloved's body. And your brain, stuck in the fear of death, is relieved a little when the sleek arm finds an obstacle in the moldy ground, but the small joy that takes hold in you is pitifully short-lived, because your attacker only grabs your hips with a frustrated grunt and pulls you up with such light carelessness, which you wouldn't be able to fight even if the horrors of the night didn't weigh on your every cell like a leaden blanket. And as his fingers sink into the soft flesh, you feel that following the touch of restrained power, the mark of his hand will soon be ingrained into you with a purple color.

Still, you’re much more horrified, and goosebumps run over every defenseless inch of your body, as the clammy limb reaches your bra on its path, and a startled squeak gets stuck behind your quivering lips that is elicited from you by the attack of the slimy organ burrowing under the soft material. You don't dare tear your eyes away from the pebble shining with a dull light, which rises orphaned from a small sand dune in front of you, because you're terrified that if you follow how the monster takes what your vulnerable body offers to him unwillingly, you will sink even deeper in the muddy swamp of terror. Yet every nerve ending in you is sharpened when you feel the cold, slick flesh sliding against the soft mound of your breast. And there is something repulsively intimate about how one of the suckers latches onto your nipple with an almost insatiable hunger, as if this monster wasn't holding you in the trap of his strong body for the first time. As if he's got his hand on a delicacy, the nectar of which he has tasted at some point, and now the longing for the tantalizing aroma on his tongue would drive him forward. But your brain cannot understand why this absurd thought awakens in you, because it's unable to focus on anything other than the involuntary shiver that runs along your spine when it sucks the sensitive skin that has become its prey with an almost playful lewdness. And this small act is enough for the miserable moan, that has been crawling up your throat on foul feet until now, to finally break through your mouth.

And as if this one sound would feed the horrible man's unquenchable greed, for you shudder in horror, as another tentacle wanders over the nervously heaving line of your belly with slow laziness, and for a terrible moment it just flirtatiously skims along the waistline of your pants. But his patience doesn't last long, because he pushes under your jeans with an almost violent want, and you don't even have time to react, the limb sinks under the damp material of your panties with such insidious speed. Your consciousness can't keep up with the siege on your body, but it still fills you with agony as the lush flame of desire flares up in your stomach, as one of the suckers closes around your clit. And the muddled whine that creeps up your trachea is unfamiliar even to your own ears, when the wet pressure increases around the sensitive bundle of nerves, because you would rather bite your own tongue in shame, but the shock that rolls over you is too strong to resist the pull of the sensation.

But when you feel the feeler gliding between the silky petals and almost curiously circling the entrance of your pussy throbbing with scorching heat, then the fire of protest rekindles in you, and you set your hands on the damp ground to brace yourself against the beast. But even though your unexpected opposition gives you momentum, it feels like you hit a concrete wall, the man's chest swelling with hard muscles press against your back with such unshakable confidence, and you become aware painfully soon what kind of fun you've made him have, when the hardness that bulges in his crotch pushes against your bottom. And he, perhaps mistakenly, perhaps on purpose, sees your pathetic attempt as an invitation, and the deep, throaty groan rings in your ears, with which he thrusts his cock against you with impatient fervor, like a damned animal ready to mate. And as his huge hand clamp down on your hips with an almost vise-like force, even the stray idea of escape suddenly seems like a ridiculously far-fetched dream, because his fingers will crush all your fragile bones to dust before letting you get lost into the night. But even though the icy poison of dread sneaks into your every brain cell, you know you have to take flight, since the goal hasn't changed. You have to survive. And if you stay here, you voluntarily count down the minutes until the moment of your death, which, no matter what sweet torment the game promises, you know it's coming.

And as if he would sense that he cannot drive away the stillborn idea of resistance from you with his insidious tactics, that hurtful, syrupy smell appears again, which fills your nose with such a vicious intrusion that you have no chance to understand what is happening, because as soon as the dark fog spreads over your brain, the burning tingle that sends liquid flames into your core saturates every inch of you. An almost drunken intoxication settles on you, and it's only a dull fear in the back of your mind that he might be using some kind of pheromones to deter you from running away, but even though you recognize the diabolical method with which he traps you, you're no longer able to pull yourself together. The desperate demand of lust stirs up in you too strongly, and suddenly it doesn't seem alarming at all, as the tip of the tentacle that ventured into your underwear teasingly slips into your wet heat just for a moment. And you don't even have enough common sense to understand how terribly pitiful it is that you willingly squeeze your trembling body against the stranger like a bitch in heat.

And if the hooded man didn't suddenly freeze over you, you wouldn't even notice what was happening around you, because his presence settles on every single one of your senses, as if someone would drip hot wax on you, slowly closing you in an impenetrable shell, condemning you to eternal lustful suffering. But as vehemently as he started, your attacker ends his torturous game as abruptly, and as the impenetrable veil of the treacly essence in your head is inexplicably replaced by the metallic smell of blood, then your consciousness is able to clear. And although it takes a few excruciating moments before your brain is finally capable of receiving the stimuli from the outside world, then you can hear quite well the pain-filled, enraged groan that breaks out of the monster's mouth, as a large knife lands in the sand with a dull thud a few short seconds later.

And there is nothing tender about the way the long appendages terrorizing you disappear and one hand smoothes on your back to pin you down to the ground, almost ramming you into the cold embrace of the wet soil, and for a moment the air is forced from your lungs, as his huge palm spreads between your shoulder blades with warning roughness. And you understand the silent instruction even without words, and the revived stabbing of fear escaping into your limbs helps to force you into corpse-like immobility. And that's when you hear the soft crunch of the autumn leaves, as something treads through them to sneak cautiously closer to you in the distance. Your frightened gaze is immediately fixed on the trees rising beyond the shore, but for a tense second, you see nothing but darkness shrouded in eerie silence. However, the man notices what you don't, and his robust figure towers over you so possessively, like a rabid animal protecting its prey, and you don't even feel like more than a piece of meat, which the cruel world of the game has turned into such an irresistible reward.

"Get the fuck back into the lake, König!" A deep voice breaks through the heavy quietness of the forest, and you would recognize Johnny's hoarse baritone out of a thousand, because you have been lucky enough to taste the danger of its deceptive bloodlust too many times. But now, as the outline of his body unfolds from under the black veil of shadows among the vegetation, you recognize the murderous anger, the icy tension of which sits in the line of his broad shoulders. And although you only see a distant figure moving out of the corner of your eye, the anxiety in the pit of your stomach immediately tells you that Simon is the one who stalks through the tangle of wild bushes like a big cat about to pounce. "She's ours."

And you can feel on your back how that angry voice resonates through the chest of the beast holding you down, with which he finally responds to the appearance of the uninvited visitors. And for a minute that seems like an eternity, nothing happens, and being stuck in this horrible anticipation, the panic awakens in you, which makes your brain finally able to form meaningful thoughts, and you can spot that tiny little detail that has been resting in front of your nose until now so happily. Because the man's hand is still resting in front of you, digging into the mud, and when you see the row of red beads adorning the thick wrist, the spark of recognition lights up in your head. After all, this terrible place doesn't place anything unnecessarily, and the crimson glimmer that brings the bracelet to life under the silvery rays of the moonlight cannot be a mere coincidence. This is a clue, and perhaps this whole horrible torture has prepared this moment. And you feel in your gut that you have to get it.

Therefore, taking advantage of the fact that the hooded creature is centering all its attention on the enemy hiding in the thick of the trees, one of your hands moves with cautious slowness to crawl toward the jewel, and every single one of your senses is keenly focusing to see when will the creature above you, who is becoming more and more furious, notice what you’re preparing in such great secrecy. And as your fingers get caught in the thin cord of the precious object, you look up in terror at the behemoth above you, and the pounding of your heart in your ears quiets down slightly when you see how unceasingly it scans the emptiness behind the thick trunks. And you only see it in your periphery, as something with a metallic glint shoots out from the infinity of the forest, and that's enough for the tentacles lurking above you to act on their own, wild with rage, certainly working to save their owner from an attack intended to be fatal. However, this one act unleashes all hell, because the monster suddenly loses its patience and launches forward with an aggressive roar like a demonic beast thirsty for blood, and he doesn't even notice how the bracelet is torn off him as he pushes forward toward his opponents who are hiding behind the vegetation.

And you know that you have no time to waste, because it's only a matter of time before the bloodshed unfolds and you become an unwilling participant, from which there will be no way out, only certain death and another miserable awakening in the back seat of the car. So, forcing the will into your limbs, you push yourself up onto your knees, and a series of dark spots swim into your vision, as a knife-like pain shoots into your ankle even from this harmless movement. But you swallow the scream that is about to escape your lips, because if you draw the attention of these scumbags to you now, all your chances of escape will be gone. That's why, overcoming the throbbing ache, you reach towards the pearls scattered in the sand, and as you collect the ruby spheres in your palm, they glow up in red, leaving behind a cool tingling sensation. The smoldering light travels along your arm, and as if guided by an invisible force, reaches your tortured leg, and you watch in amazement as the bruises drawn by the violence disappear from the skin in the wake of the faint glow. It takes a second for you to realize what has happened, and when you notice the sounds of the fight unfolding in the forest, you hastily put your treasure in the safety of your pocket. You'll have time to wonder what the hell is going on when you finally manage to disappear from your pursuers again.

That's why you just spring up nimbly and head towards the multitude of trees, hoping that the battle, drowned in increasingly violent shouts, will drag on long enough for them to lose track of you. Because the night is still long, and you're quite sure that no matter where your path leads, more horrors will be waiting for you, because this damned place will do everything to lock you in the glass cage of its fictional world. But with the map and the pearls in your pocket, the hope, that you might live to see the dawn and you get out of here, finally rekindles in you.

[dogtoling]

Biology of Inkfish - Diet

Neocephalopods are primarily carnivorous creatures, with the majority of their natural prey consisting of crustaceans, insects, fish and birds. They are certainly not picky when it comes to prey, and many cephalings are known to be opportunistic cannibals*, or even readily eat other cephalings that stray into their territories. Out of modern cephalings, only inkfish are able to supplement their diets with plant-based food, but their digestive system is not designed to extract the necessary nutrition for survival from plants alone save for basic carbohydrates and sugars. Therefore, all neocephalopods are obligate carnivores.

(*A staggering number of real cephalopods are cannibalistic, and/or prey on other cephalopods when given the chance. This is something that likely got weeded out in most species as stronger social bonding developed, and in the modern day it is obviously not very popular or legal to eat other sapient species. The exception to this are tentacles, as they get left over from haircuts and eating them is considered "pretty metal".)

Inkfish can enjoy a variety of fruit in their diets. Fruit became a part of the inkling diet because of their high water content, something inklings are naturally drawn to due to their high water intake needs. As a result of their adaptation to eat fruit, inklings are also tuned to taste sweetness, unlike typical carnivores. Parallel to fruit, vegetables that are high in water content are also sometimes eaten, but they tend to be less interesting both flavor- and color-wise for the average inkfish.

[An octoling preying on an unsuspecting seagull. The ink of inkfish allows them to camouflage almost seamlessly onto any flat ground, giving opportunities for ambush attacks.]

Neocephalopods primarily use their limbs and sharp beaks to hunt. Some species, such as neonautiloids and cirrates, are quite slow-moving and opportunistic and prefer to trap smaller prey within their tentacles upon coming across some. More social species, especially squid, tend to be active hunters and even take down prey that is larger than themselves through cooperative pack hunting. It is still generally more common for neocephalopods of all kinds to favor small and weak prey, such as small fish or crustaceans. Inkfish hunt using a combination of their camouflage ability, powerful limbs and beaks, venom, and using their ink as an offensive tool. Cuttling and squidling species have a fifth pair of limbs, the hunting tentacles, which are equipped with clubs and suckers designed for grip. These cephalings typically hunt by reaching out their hunting tentacles and snagging small prey from multiple meters away in a flash. Inkfish are masters of both ambush predation and active predation, and the primary way of hunting depends on the species and their individuals. The most common way of hunting involves hiding in ink, then quickly pouncing out to ambush prey - anything caught in the tentacles or arms of an inkfish has very poor chances of breaking out.

The main way of killing prey in neocephalopods is the use of their beak to inflict lethal injuries or inject paralyzing venom. The beaks at the size of the average neocephalopod are powerful enough to crush bones, crack straight through crustacean shells and rip apart flesh and muscle with ease. Most species use their rasping tongue, or radula, to grate pieces of the prey down their esophagus. Due to this way of eating, they tend to struggle with foods that are too flaky or sticky. The throat itself is very narrow and located at the base of the radula. Most cirrates lack a radula, and are limited to eating small prey and small pieces of food due to swallowing it whole.

Neocephalopods typically have small stomachs, as the prey they eat tends to either be relatively small, or in the case of inkfish, shared with other school members. As a result, neocephalopods naturally tend to eat small portions compared to most fish. However, the caloric needs of inkfish are quite high due to their active lifestyles, and as such they have to eat quite often. The inkling metabolism is very adaptable and variable, greatly depending on the amount of activity. For example, the average inkfish partaking in physical labor or intensive activities such as hunting needs several meals per day, but a hibernating inkfish with little to no activity could go over a month without food - at the expense of most of their body functions falling into dormancy.

[rottenpumpkin13]

oooooo now you’re making me want to read the scenario you described (Rufus trying to tell Sephiroth he owns him and making him snap.) that sounds absolutely delicious

I tried my best!

• The air in the boardroom that evening is heavy enough to prompt Lazard to loosen his tie before it suffocates him. The board of directors—along with Sephiroth, Lazard, and Tseng—convened urgently following the sudden demise of President Shinra and the takeover of Rufus.

• Sephiroth has his reasons for despising Rufus as it is, and is not at all happy about having to take orders from him from now on.

• Rufus on the other hand is entirely motivated by ambition and a restless desire to assert his authority over everyone—but especially his late father's bastard.

• He proposes a ruthless course of action detrimental to SOLDIERs interests, so rash that it's clear to Lazard and Sephiroth what he's trying to do. Sephiroth can't keep quiet and unbothered this time. He is bothered, and he is angry for so many reasons.

• Sephiroth vehemently opposes Rufus's gross proposal. By the way his voice—usually leveled and collected—now rang angrily throughout the room, the other directors could sense the situation was bound to escalate quickly. Rufus was not one to be reprimanded by someone he deemed inferior to him.

• Sephiroth's determination to put Rufus in his place is fueled by the knowledge that Rufus was the reason why Glenn is dead. He refuses to let him harm his other friends.

• Rufus knows that Sephiroth knows. And it's his reason why he keeps quiet when Sephiroth is finished, letting the SOLDER's words sit in the air, untouched and uncured for by the rest of the room, who are waiting nervously to hear Rufus' response.

• Rufus, in turn, will come to wish he had kept quiet.

• "I own Shinra now, and by extension, I own you. Unlike Glenn, who met his fate due to disobedience, you will learn to toe the line or suffer the consequences." Rufus hums. "Much like Glenn."

• Sephiroth is enraged. He had the fire burning inside him all these years, but Rufus drenched it in gasoline. He unleashes an ugly floor of rage that tears at his throat, where no scream will come out.

• Sephiroth launches himself across the the table, hands gripping closed around Rufus's throat, cutting off his words and his breath in one swift move he had been waiting years to make.

• Chaos erupts in the room as attempts to pry Sephiroth from the president prove futile against the strength of the SOLDIER. Lazard is quick to call for reinforcements, summoning Genesis and Angeal to intervene before tragedy strikes and Sephiroth does something he'll regret.

• The aftermath for Rufus isn't pretty. Sephiroth nearly crushed his wind pipe completely and left wounds that made it impossible to talk or much less breath without aid. The doctors say he'll be fine, but each labored breath serves as a reminder of how Sephiroth is now a danger.

• And so Rufus issues an order to Hojo, commanding him to take whatever measures he can to restrain Sephiroth and make sure he never has the power to come after him ever again.

• Hojo knows his glorious experiment, and is aware that Sephiroth won't agree to restraints or control so easily—if at all. As much of an inconvenience as it is, he admires that the boy has boundaries. It's interesting. All the more opportunity to bypass them without him knowing.

• So Hojo administered sedatives under the guise of medical treatment, telling him the pills and injections are for his anxiety and stress only.

• Sephiroth doesn't regret the attack, but he is frightened by his own strength. He figures the treatment for his anxiety will help him.

• The sedatives render Sephiroth a hollow shell of his former self.

• Sephiroth's existence becomes a haze of medicated numbness, the essence of who he once was stripped from him and leaving a zombie in its place. The days blur together from him, and he has no other desire other than completing his tasks and obligations before crawling into bed.

• Genesis and Angeal refuse to let this continue. They need to find something, anything, that will pull Sephiroth out of this haze. So they turn to the topic of his origins—more specifically, his mother "Jenova"

• This leads them back to Banora, where they raid Hollander's old lab in search of any bit of information.

• There they find a photograph of a woman matching the exact description of Sephiroth's mother. Except this woman is wearing a lab coat with the name " Dr. Lucrecia Crescent"

• They're confused, and are left with more questions than they had to begin with. But this has to be Sephiroth's deceased mother. He deserves to know about this—whatever this is.

• So they present the photograph to Sephiroth, who is numb at first, until it slowly starts to come back to him. His mother, who he had thought he'd never see again. Except....

• The shock and endless questions pounding at his skull are enough to make Sephiroth gain enough consciousness to confront Hojo. He goes to him, demanding answers , demanding the truth, shoving the photographic proof in his father's face.

• Hojo makes no effort to hide anything. He reveals everything, every ugly detail that Sephiroth had always feared about himself, his existence, his humanity and subsequent lack thereof.

• The revelation of Sephiroth's true lineage plunges him into a depression punctuated by the effects of the drugs on his weak mind. But it doesn't stop him from being angry. If anything, this propels him to take action.

• Damned be Shinra, damned be Rufus and Hojo, and the lies and the very city that had become his gilded cage for so many years. He burns it all to the ground.

[littleeyesofpallas]

It's time for another one of these: [Gali][Pixie][Henger] Thinking along the lines of smaller family trees it seemed obvious that I ought to cover my bestest most precious crawly squirmy baby boy: WORM[ワーム]!

It's like if a grub was the size of a mule and behaved like a dog!

GLASS WORM[グラスワーム] straight forward in name but "glassworms" are the larvae of the Chaoborus genus of lake flies

KAMEN WORM[カメンワーム] "Mask Worm"

ZAZAMU WORM[ザザムワーム] Zazamu short for zazamushi[ざざ虫], the Japanese name for Stonefly or Dobsonfly larvae --specifically the larval stage and not the adult form. So I guess with the mix of Japanese and English it would read kind of like "StoneflyWorm" or "Dobson Worm", although that feels redundant with the "mu(shi)" kind of already being baked in? Also they're cooked as food in some regions.

KURO-ZAZAMU[クロザザム] Given that Dobson flies are dark in color and have the Worm's big scary mandibles, I'm gonna assume that's the one being referenced, between the two of them. So the name is "Black Dobson(Larvae)"

TOKAGE-MUSHI[トカゲムシ] "Lizard Bug/Worm"

IWA-MUSHI[イワムシ] "Stone Bug/Worm"

BENI-SHAKUTORI[ベニシャクトリ] lit."Crimson/Rouge Shakutori" where shakutori[尺取] is the name of the family of geometer moths but better known is that shakutori-mushi[尺取り虫]: "shakutori worm" is the Japanese name for what we'd call an "Inchworm" in english. So something like "Rouge Inchworm."

HANA-SHAKUTORI[ハナシャクトリ] With the above in mind, it reads as "Flower Inchworm"

BLUE DRILL[ブルードリル]

CORONE[コロネ] As in "cornet" like the pastry, not the instrument. They're those creme filled spiral horn shaped rolls, probably best recognized as Choco Cornets,but they come in other flavors too.

MURASAKI CHUU[ムラサキチュウ] The Murasaki[紫] part is just "purple/violet" but the CHUU I'm not sure about. Generally in all kana like that it'd be the sound of like a (mouse)squeak or a kiss, but neither of those feel like the fit here... chuu[誅]; "death penalty" because it's subtye and Naga and the naga tend to have a kind of evil vibe to their theming? Or maybe short for chuusha[注射]: "injection/shot" because worms have their tail stinger attacks?

Vehicular worms! And...

TANK[タンク] self explanatory

EXPRESS[エクスプレス] who is clearly a Japanese bullet train, I honestly thought when I looked it up that it's japanese name would have been Shinkansen or something. given the distinctive shape of the nose, but no it's actually just called "Express" in both Japanese and English

TANKLON[タンクロン] and TANKLON2[タンクロン2] just a simple mash up of "Tank" and "Beaclon" which of course brings us to...

BEACLON[ビークロン] it's funny I've never been able to tell what's actually going on with Beaclon's name. It's also been localized as Beaklon, yet neither really has any apparent meaning? And I really can't parse much of anything out of the Japanese phonetics. Given that WORM is in English it might be that the BEE[ビー] like "Beetle" and then, maybe the KURO[クロ] is "black"? because frequently the Japanese usually refers to the dark shade of beetle shell as "black" even though we'd probably sooner call it brown? So more like BEEKURON?

BETELGEUSE[ベテルギウス] after the red supergiant star in the constellation Orion. It's probably named in this case after the association of the color red and a firey star and the Dragon subtype

MERKABAH[メルカーバ] a little oddly phoneticized but seemingly taken from the hebrew Merkabah[מֶרְכָּבָה]: "Chariot" and probably the book of Ezekial's specific evocation of a "chariot of god," an epithet that has since been used for a series of tanks used by the IDF, which I bring up as the design does seem to be evocative of a tank or otherwise a kind of warmachine. Without grasping this context though the English localization just called it "Melcarba.'

ROCKLON[ロックロン] pretty obvious Rock+Beaclon, although later versions are renamed to BEEROCK[ビーロック]

CENTURION[センチュリオン] as in a class of Roman commanding officer.

TENAGA HOUND[テナガハウンド] the tenaga[手長] bit means "long-arm(ed)" and is common in the names of a few different animal categories like the long-armed apes of the family Hylobatidae, and the Machrobrachium genus of shrimp. The Hound part is just a nod to the Tiger breed having its canine features. So it has this almost scientific sounding name of "Long-arm Hound" as if it is in fact a relative of the Tiger rather than the Beaclon. Kind of seems to imply it's almost like a werewolf type of thing rather than a beetle at all.

KOTOROAKOTO[コートロアコート] I have not a damn clue as to what's going on with this one.... The obvious repetition makes it seem like it should be parsed as KOTO ROA KOTO, but it could be KOTORO AKOTO for all I know... It's a Bajarl subtype so like, is it supposed to be a Japanese approximation of something in arabic??? I dont even know where I'd begin trying to unravel that.

JUGGERNAUT[ジャガーノート] oh thank god something simple...

DUCKLON[ダックロン] it's just Ducken+Beaclon. Everyone's favorite horrid abomination.

NASUBON[ナースボーン] from nasubi[茄子]: "eggplant" and "beaclon." It's a reference to a tradition(?) or sort of superstition I guess, about being able to tell your fortune based on the subject of your first dream of the new year. For reasons not entirely clear, the traditional icons associated with good luck if you see them in your dream include Mt.Fuji, a hawk, and/or an eggplant.

AVALANCHE[アバランチ] sel fexplanitory, it's the ice region variant

SCISSORS[シザーズ] because crab claws because quatic variant

SCORPI[スコルビー] scorpion because desert

MORSE[モース] Morse? Muas? Mohs? Moos? Mores?? unclear, and there doesnt seem to be a lot of sensible context clues to help make sense of it that I can see... It's horn for this one is more of like a butterfly proboscis is it supposed to be MO~TH???

BEEROCK[ビーロック] as mentioned above

VELKUUGA[ベルクーガ] it's a stag beetle opposite the standard Beaclon's rhinobeetle in classic bug fight iconography, so the Kuuga part is from kuwagata. But I don't know what the BERU bit is supposed to be... OH you know what it might be? It could be VEL as in VELVET, as in a "Velvet Stag Beetle", which is a real type of beetle. It is however very distinctly not the way Japanese would write th English Bear.

KANTHAROS[カンタロス] from the Greek [κάνθαρος] which can refer to I believe a few different types of beetle but dung beetles in particular seem prominent.

BEEGATOR[ビーゲイター] seems pretty straight forward "Beaclon"+"Alligator" although that does feel kind of odd, but admitedly having to come up with some kind of scaly dino bug seems like kind of a dead end art prompt in the first place.

GERAIDON[ジェレイドン] I don't know what to make of this. It made me think of the anime Elemental Gelade, but I'm pretty certain they made that word up for some inworld jargon. Is it supposed to be like from the Latin root gelo, gelare "to freeze"??? But it's a Zan subtype, it doesn't have an elemental ice affinity... "geraid" is a hair product line that shows up on google, but obviously I don't think they're related and can't find any entymology for where they got the product name, so no lead there...

DRIMOLE[ドリモール] Drill+Mole, super straight forward

ROLL BEAT[ロールビート] those seem like two really straightforward words from English to japanese and back, but I feel like I've missed something because it doesn't seem like it makes sense.

KANABURON[カナブロン] I believe from Kanabun+Beaclon, where KANABUN[カナブン] is the Japanese name for the scarab beetle.

ORCHESTRON[オーケストロン] for some bizarre reason this got later retconned from a /??? type to a /Gali.

[nanasdumbworld]

Head Over Heels (pt.1)

₊°✧︡˗ˏˋ❤ˎˊ˗ Miguel O'Hara x Spider! fem!Reader

Summary ; Miguel and (Y/N) realize that they are head over heels for each other.

Warnings ; Mention of child loss, panic attack. Hurt/Confort. Jealousy!Miguel. Non-consent kiss.

It was a Friday of paperwork. (Y/N) Drew was doing yesterday's mission report, which had not gone quite well since the anomaly, a variant of the green goblin, had been able to escape. Miguel wasn't entirely happy with the result, but let it go. (Y/N) thought he was going to scold her as usual, but that didn't happen. He simply told her that the problem was easy to fix and told to prepare herself so she could catch him on the next mission.

She and Miguel had years of friendship, along with Jess and Peter. She was one of the first recruits and she was one of the strongest. (Y/N)'s past wasn't unknown to anyone, she was from earth 1610-B. A reality where she was a female clone of Peter Parker, created by Doc Ock and the Ben Reily of that dimension.

Since he met her for the first time, Miguel knew that she was a person to trust, which is why their bond was so strong. You could say they were "best friends". Although, for (Y/N), Miguel wasn't just a simple friend, the small details and gestures of him made her fall in love with him. One of the key moments of their friendship, was that time (Y/N) found Miguel having a panic attack in his office.

On a mission, he failed to save a variant of his little daughter from the lizard's clutches. The image of his daughter's body was repeated over and over again in his head.

"I couldn't save her, I couldn't protect my baby" He yelled, throwing one of the monitors. (Y/N) cautiously approached when he calmed down and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall. "Can I sit next to you?" She asked with a sweet tone of voice, to which he denied, shaking his head, without turning to look at her. "Do you want to talk about what happened?" She asked again. Miguel didn't answer. "Do you want me to retire?" Miguel denied.

"Stay." It was the only thing he could say in a small voice.

For a long time, she was standing a few meters from him, until he let her get closer. (Y/N) knelt in front of him.

"Would you like to talk about what-" She was interrupted by a hug, which she responded by hugging him back. Miguel buried his face in her neck, letting out many more tears. Gently, she stroked his hair. (Y/N) realized that his breathing was back to normal. Miguel raised his face and looked into her eyes as she wiped away his tears. A weak 'thank you' came out of his mouth.

That had happened a few months ago. Thanks to that their friendship became even stronger, they had helped each other hundreds of times. He healed her wounds, she listened to him when he opened up about his private life. Sometimes they would go out to eat in their free time or stay up late to review the reports of the other spider people, which Miguel loved. He also comforted her when she didn't feel good about herself, since thanks to her origin, she questioned who she really was, a simple clone or "cheap copy of Spiderman" as J.J. Jameson called her. It was inevitable that she didn't fall in love with him, she knew the real Miguel. Deep inside that shell, Miguel was a huge nerd with a heart of gold who was passionate about genetics.

"(Y/N)? Are you picking up?" Miguel got her attention by snapping his fingers near her face.

"Yeah, yeah" She shook her head, clearing her mind. She turned her head to the left, looking at him. "What were you saying?"

Miguel rolled his eyes, grumbling. "I was saying what you can do to capture the anomaly. Take this antidote to sedate him. This will bring Norman Osborn back to himself." He handed her a small vial with a green liquid. "You have to inject it into his neck as quickly as possible, understand?"

"Yes, Sir"

Many hours later, she finished writing the report. She got up from her seat and stretched. "I'm going to sleep now, try to do it too" (Y/N) said putting her hands on her waist.

"No te prometo nada, I still have reports to review" (I can't promise you nothing) he replied without turning around. He was reading Hobie's report. "This is the most incompetent, worthless report I've ever read in my life" he passed his hand over his face as a sign of despair.

"Do you want me to help you?" (Y/N) clasped her hands behind her back and cocked her head.

"No, you go rest. You need to be fine for tomorrow's mission." she sighed. The truth was that he was sleepy, but Miguel was never going to finish reading the hundreds of reports that he still had left. "Ni lo pienses" (Don't you think about it)

"But-"

"No."

He moved closer to her and raised an eyebrow. "Tomorrow you have a very important mission, you need to rest" (Y/N) got even closer. "What are you going to do to me if I don't and I stay?" They could feel each other's breaths on their faces.

Miguel looked down, remaining lost in the brunette's lips. Obviously, (Y/N) noticed and did the same. They were inches from kissing, when Lyla's voice fortunately (unfortunately) abruptly separated them.

"Am I interrupting something?" She said laughing, to which they both flatly denied.

"Claro que no. Para nada" (No, of course not) Miguel mentioned completely flushed.

"Nah" (Y/N) looked up at the ceiling, while whistling. What were they about to do? Were they going to kiss?

"Whatever you say" Lyla shrugged her shoulders in confusion. A screen appeared in front of them. In the image, they could see the green goblin in what appeared to be a gala. "Norman Osborn on earth 1610-B, he is in a charity dinner for the orphanage of the city" Lyla continued saying. "I fear that his intentions are not good, I detected that he bring three bombs with him"

(Y/N) turned to look at Miguel with a smile. "The night will be long, my dear friend"

-

They were already at the evening. Not being able to enter with their respective Spidey costumes, they opted to dress up. (Y/N) wore a wine-colored dress and Miguel in a suit. They both thought they looked amazing, but they weren't able to tell each other.

They were dancing to go unnoticed. At that moment, the song "Fooled Around and Fell In Love" by Elvin Bishop was playing. They danced slowly, with an awkward distance. They looked everywhere with the excuse of finding Norman, but it was also because they couldn't look at each other's faces without blushing.

Despite their best efforts, they couldn't help it. Both were lost in each other's gaze. Longing to give each other even a kiss. The uncomfortable distance was shortening, they felt their breath getting closer.

"Can I kiss you?" They said at the same time. They were about to finally give each other the much-needed kiss, but a raspy voice interrupted them, causing them to turn around. it was none other than Norman Osborn himself. "Excuse me, gentleman. Could you steal the lady for a moment? I'd like to have a dance with her. Sure, if she wants it that way."

They both looked at each other and nodded. "Sure, no problem" Miguel replied with a small smile and left, sitting at one of the tables that were nearby.

Now the song that was playing was "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" by Morten Harket. "What a mainstream song" Miguel thought as he watched (Y/N) dance with him. (Y/N)'s plan was to have him close enough to inject him with the serum. So they were extremely close. Which made Miguel's blood boil. How he grabbed her by the waist, how he whispered things in her ear that he didn't want to imagine. (Y/N) just smiled awkwardly, reaching for the vial that was in her pocket.

Norman thought that she wanted to kiss him, seeing that he was getting closer little by little to his face, so he didn't miss an opportunity. "How quickly you fall in love, doll" He said and without further ado he kissed her. Miguel froze. (Y/N) Seeing that Norman was distracted, he injected the serum into his neck.

A Miguel se lo estaba llevando la chingada.(Miguel was really pissed) Seeing (Y/N) kissing with that anomaly made his head ache. Since when was he this jealous? All he wanted to do was just push him away from her, but he couldn't. The serum had to take effect.

The headache grew stronger when she saw him going to the bathroom, between kisses. He followed them and entered the women's bathroom. He walked checking the cubicles, until a blow stopped him dead. He went to where the blow came from and saw that it was (Y/N) with a completely unconscious Norman. "How was the drool exchange?" he asked the brunette, earning himself an elbow in the stomach. "You would have done it, idiot."

Already in the HQ, they locked Norman in a cell.

"What a night" Miguel exclaimed, taking off his tie.

"Don't even tell me" (Y/N) grumbled as she took off her hairstyle. "I'm going to rest, see you tomorrow" She turned around and opened a portal to her house.

"(Y/N)" Miguel caught her attention making her turn back to him. Come on, Miguel. Tell her. Tell her you love her.

"Have a nice night." It was all he said. He felt disappointed in himself.

And she felt that way too. She didn't just want to say a simple "I'm going to rest, see you tomorrow" she wanted to fill him with kisses and hug him as much as she couldn't.

But neither of them had the courage to say it and do it.

[miyey]

Aristrix's Loboan sample came with some setbacks. Due to an error in the device, the specimen demonstrates wild, skittish and aggressive behavior most of the time, instead of just being an empty shell, attacking both allies and enemies. Therefore, despite limiting their abilities, a muzzle was designed that constantly injects a tranquilizer, controlling the aggressive nature of the species.

However, at critical moments, the muzzle can be removed, thus enabling the user to use their ultrasonic howl, but consequently making the user lose the ability to reason.

Despite not being able to use his sonic powers most of the time, Fenrir does a lot of damage without them. He can lift up to 4 times his weight (240 kg), has enhanced agility and durability, so he can withstand machine gun fire.

CURRENT SKILLS:

- Ultrasonic howl

- Increased strength

- Increased agility

- Increased durability

- Sonic redirection

- Sonic propulsion

- Sonic explosion

- Wolf physiology

- Night vision

- Enhanced senses

- Improved reflexes

[shroudedinsilver]

Fell!SwapDream

By popular demand of my good friends @moonfurthetemmie and @cringyperson, I'm very overdue for sharing my own take on Fell!Swapdream!

Took me way too long to work on their references, but I'm especially proud of Dream here.

So! Let's get to it!

F!SD!Nightmare | A.K.A Venom

The Corrupted

Venom is a shell of his former self. He couldn't ignore the abuse and mistreatment he endured from his multiverse forever. He's fully accepted that he is a monster and he will never be happy. But he has not let his goal change despite the person he has corrupted into.

He has completely let go of his physical health. And while his guardian regeneration still does its work, his magic has done so much damage to him due to him quitting his smoking for the sake of managing his corruption. Why delay the inevitable? Why try when people see you as the monster you will become soon?

As a result of this mindset, his magic took a toll on Venom's body, and he's sickly in color. His pale, dead, skin is only contrasted by the dark indigo snake scales on his body and the hollowed-out missing eye leaking corruption. His hair is nothing but a dirty, tangled mess that he stuffs under his hood whenever he can.

This corruption has also translated into his powers. His weapons are leaking more corruption than usual, or sharpened with crystalized corruption, adding more jagged results to his attacks and sometimes splintering into his victims like touching fiberglass wrong.

His snake form is very different as well. He is a dark indigo cobra that holds a special type of venom akin to injecting pure negativity into your blood. It can send you into a terrible state of paralysis and even do terrible damage to the bitten area. But this is isn't exclusive to his snake form. Whether he is humanoid, skeleton, or any other type of form, those fangs and their venom will persist. That corruption has to get out somehow, doesn't it? :)

As for his victims, Venom is no longer defensive or passive to those who come for him. If people come to attack him, harass him, or anything of the sort, he's very willing to spill blood to get them off his back.

But despite all that he is going through, he has never and will never falter in his mission to restore balance to the multiverse by killing his brother. At this point, he is confident he will die finishing his mission, but Venom will not allow himself to perish or give up on his mission until the deed is done.

Now, how about Dream? How is he faring?

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F!SD!Dream | A.K.A Rahab

The Burning

A mad deity lusting for any kind of pain, inflicted on himself or on others, Rahab has his fun and does what he pleases. Like a predator hunting for prey to feed on, but does he hunt for food? Or for fun? Or perhaps... a different kind of positivity?

The temperature he emits from his aura and powers effectively burn him out from the inside constantly. All it can manifest into is feathers and talon-like claws on his body, but the feathers fall away and leave behind wings that look half bird, half dragon. In fact, is his hair made of feathers? Or are they too busy sprouting from the sides of his face?

Rahab is completely blind. He can no longer see through his eyes. But he can still see through other means. His aura helps enough with who is around. But for what is around? He screams. He uses echolocation and lets out harsh, bird-like screams to feel for his surroundings. If all else fails, his claws, wings, and his cane are good enough physical materials. His wings are far too big to not feel everything around him anyway.

But don't let the darker tones of his appearance fool you, his magic burns close to 1k to 1.5k degrees Celsius. His weapons are white-hot and burn through practically anything. One strike of his weapons may not even cauterize the wound. Not like you'll have to worry about that when the flames are so hot, you may just barely survive.

His bird form is small but could be akin to a phoenix brighter than the sun. The feathers his bird form leaves behind are far hotter than his normal feathers. They may just burn through anything. Would you dare try to find out?

Rahab is a dangerous sadomasochist. Would you want to see him reach whatever goal he has in mind? Or would you want to help the Corrupted end his suffering?

[beatrixblog]

Abalone Curse AU/HC

Im dying to talk about my hc, so here it is.

So after he died, he ended up as a ghost, corrupted both physically and mentally by his own greed. He was forever bounded to the depths of the duskgloom sea, in his own sunken ship. He haunted the sailors who dared try to steal his treasures. Legends say that one can always tell his ghost from its cackling, and the appearance of a brute. Black Pearl could not leave the duskgloom sea in weariness of Abalone’s ghost escaping his confinements, so, she never did. Similar to Black Pearl, he starts sinking ships, but for a different reason. He sinks ships in search for any valuables or treasure, hoarding it in his sunken ship. He starts to loose what little of himself he had left, only remaining to be a hollow shell filled with only greed and rage.

This was supposed to be his punishment, but really, it was quite the opposite for him.

Things remained like that for centuries, a few hundred years even. (depends on when the events of a mermaid tale took place) Until, he was willingly resurrected by the Cookies Of Darkness, after hearing the legends of a brutish pirate captain, feared by all and that still haunted the sea. His physical state went back to normal..but his mental state? Not so much. He’s basically the same as he was before but more vengeful and aggressive. He attacks the Cookies Of Darkness at first, but is eventually stopped and (albeit very harshly) beaten to his senses.

But something with the resurrection spell went wrong. They accidentally resurrected someone else that was in that sunken ship.

Lord Oyster.

Abalone’s first reaction when he sees Lord Oyster is to choke the ever loving shit out of him, obviously wanting revenge. But ultimately, he manages to escape.

After managing to steal a ship from the republic, (without being caught) Abalone as well as a few other cookies of darkness members (most likely Pomegranate and Licorice), to go find and kill LOyster. He knew he had probably fled back to the republic, but he didn’t know where, since its obviously changed a lot since. However, when something goes awry and their compass leads them to becoming lost in the duskgloom sea, they encounter Black Pearl.

Once they encounter her, Abalone can only help but laugh that he is once again face to face with the mermaid that killed him, only this time, he’s got powerful allies behind him.

But, not everything goes as expected.

Black Pearl ‘spares’ Abalone, but instead, drags him under the water where she seemingly intended to trap him, before blasting him right in the chest with abyss magic. (Which obviously sent him flying back onto the ship.) Since the attack seemed to have not done anything, he brushes it off as a simple injury. But Black Pearl knows what she did. She hadn’t actually wanted to trap him, instead to immobilise him long enough that she could inject (or, fire) abyss magic directly into his body.

Now in my headcanon, abyss magic is highly corrosive when outside of a cookie’s body, but when inside, depending on the intent of the attack, it either corrodes their body, or, if they survive that, it curses them. Curses them with a form that reflects on their personality and nature. For some, it can be a blessing. But for some, it is a curse.

In Abalone’s case, he was cursed. And it was FAR from a blessing.

The form reflected his greed and frustration, so, the form took the shape of a massive crab monster. (Strongly resembling his mech.) The curse is usually triggered by greed, anger, or, in rare circumstances, the eclipse, due to the night he died.

And the more greedy he is, the bigger the form is. When in that form, he’ll just start taking whatever that he finds valuable in a fit of greedy pleasure. He’ll only really attack if you try to take something from him. Unless it is triggered due to anger, in which then he’ll just attack anyways.

And ofcourse, it hurts ALOT to transform. Abalone doesn’t understand why he was cursed, but he knows how. And ofcourse, being the selfish bitch he is, he doesn’t actually thinks he deserves it.

But in reality, it is a punishment.

When the curse his triggered, (credit to @bloomycali, she is where i got this headcanon from) he’ll start experiencing random bouts lf uncontrollable greed, aswell as his eyes turning like this.