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[direwombat]

jacob in the damaged (the slasher au) is so funny. he coerces syb into letting him kidnap help her after he finds out she's a spree killer on the run from the feds because he's just. intrigued by the shit she's got going on and then later, in the same moment he fully intends on killng her (after she tries to escape from him) he falls in love because instead of pleading for her life (as all his previous victims had) she just laughs in his face <3

[sprytesukii]

PLSS PART TWO OF THAT SHIDOU FIC IM GOING CRAZY shidou gets his own tongue piercing matching w reader and they jst start doing the dirty😝

18+ | cw. dubcon (inherent in somnophilia), somnophilia, oral (f!receiving), spit (you spit in his mouf), other shidou freak shit | part one here

warm. wet. good.

you squirm in your sleep, but something holds onto your hips, pressing you against the sheets and leaving you unable to move.

a whimper escapes you, even in your sleep, only soothed by the warm, wet, good feelings in your lower half, a creeping pleasure rising up your spine, but it feels distant. like it’s coming from the room over.

after a moment, your subconscious registers the touch as safe so you let out a quiet sigh and bury your head further into your pillow, content to return to the hazy, muted bliss of your dreams.

or, you would if it wasn’t for something forcing you awake, taking the arousal from next door and yanking it into your body so you’re feeling the full brunt of the ministrations being performed on your sleeping body.

the something?

a gentle tap, tap, tap of cold, hard metal against your clit.

it’s unfamiliar, but so fucking good that you sit up, groggy, disoriented, and already close to your (third? fourth?) orgasm, if the pulsing of your cunt and the veritable puddle drooling from your folds is anything to go by.

“r-ryu—“ you gasp out, hand reaching down to toss the sheets aside, exposing your boyfriend’s messy hair, lust-blown eyes and, most importantly, the brand new piercing sitting snug in his tongue where he flicks it against your clit.

your eyes roll back at the feeling and a loud, shuddering moan escapes your lips. you reach for his head, threading your fingers in his multicolored locks to grind against his face, your sensitive bud catching against the unyielding surgical steel in a way that zings up your spine.

a pornographic groan vibrates against your sopping pussy and you will yourself to open your eyes, gaze dropping to the way shidou eats you, open-mouthed and sloppy, his long lashes fluttering shut on every other pass of his tongue like he’s the one getting head.

the sight proves to be too much for you and you cum hard, gushing into his mouth while your hips jerk against his face. shidou takes it all in stride, laving his tongue over your quivering hole, his piercing catching on your hole making the both of you moan.

shidou is a man on a mission, though. he detaches his mouth from you with a wet sound before you’re even done cumming, shoving his briefs down to his thighs, and pushing his thick, red, leaking cock inside your still spasming cunt.

the feeling of his fat length stretching your soaked walls has you scrambling, gasps wrenched from your chest while you try to gain purchase by sinking your fingers into the hair at his nape and the skin of his back.

shidou isn’t faring much better, panting with his mouth open and tongue lolled out, his spit and your slick dripping onto your chest. he can’t look away from you, his eyebrows furrowed like something is wrong, despite the way he continues to split you on his dick.

you try and ask what’s wrong, but between the heavy slaps of his hips against yours and the unending pleasure coursing through your veins, you can’t find the words.

fortunately, your boyfriend has always been easy to read and though it takes a moment to focus your lust-addled mind, you notice the way his eyes never stray far from your slightly parted lips, even when faced with your bouncing tits beneath his threadbare t-shirt or the sight of your cream ringing the base of his cock.

you know what he wants and you want to give it to him.

“ryu—“ you manage, his attention snapping to you, even though his earth shattering thrusts never let up.

a particularly hard roll of his hips nudges right up against your g-spot and you whine, opening your mouth and letting your tongue roll out, your own piercing on display, but this time, instead of the traditional stainless steel ball, a hot pink piercing stands in its place.

“fuck,” it’s the first thing you’ve heard from him since you woke up and it’s guttural. gravelly. beyond sexy.

he moans your name lowly, before dragging his tongue against yours, your piercings clinking in a way that has the both of you whining.

pleasure coils its way around the base of your spine as he laps into your mouth and sucks on your tongue, the wet smack of your lips reverberating in the room.

shidou pulls away after a moment, only to grab your hips and flip you over so that you’re sitting on his cock, his tip firmly pressed against your cervix.

you whimper loudly at the new feeling, at how much deeper he is inside you, your orgasm now only moments away.

your boyfriend isn’t much farther behind, his eyes rolling back as he grinds up into you. the action tips you forward so you brace yourself on his pecs, your face hovering over his.

“mmf, shit —“ your voice is thready, shot from the waves of pleasure building in your gut, threatening to take you under. you close your eyes instinctively, panting as you try to ride him, your legs quivering beneath the weight of your arousal.

a hoarse call of your name gets your attention, though, as does the way shidou reaches up and squeezes your cheeks, eyes wild. your head jerks back naturally but his grip tightens — you can’t go very far.

“c’mere,” he pleads, hunger overtaking his pink gaze. “just need a little more, baby, c’mon, give it to me, give me your spit, baby, i need it.”

the words spill out of him like water and even if you were thinking of denying him (you could never), the way he opens his mouth to you, the way he puts the slick covered, shiny steel on display, compels you. hooks you right in the gut and doesn’t let go.

you nod eagerly, and lean over a little more, collecting a decent amount of saliva before letting it drip from your tongue to his.

shidou moans like a porn star when your spit hits his tongue, his hips bucking up as warmth floods your cunt. he cums hard, filling you up, creamy white seeping out where the two of you are connected.

it’s so gross and hot that your peak hits you unexpectedly, pussy clenching down like a vice around him, extending both of your highs until you slump against his chest, exhausted.

sleepiness creeps back around you, your eyes falling shut, and you barely feel shidou’s fingers collecting your mixed fluids around the base of his softening cock until they’re pressed against your lips.

pliant, you open up and let him push them inside, petting the surface of your tongue and toying with the piercing, your cunt spasming a little at the feeling - something he notices if his sharp hiss is anything to go by.

you’re practically asleep when you notice the way he starts rocking up into you, soft dick plumping up the longer he does so, a petulant whine falling free from your lips.

shidou shushes you, running his free hand over your head like you’re his pet.

“shhh, pretty baby. let me have another, okay? i’ll make it so good for you, i promise. ”

[dootznbootz]

I've been seeing some shit on how certain folks apparently think it's like, surprising that Penelope just accepted Odysseus and all the stuff he's done without question and/or disappointment in Would You Fall in Love With Me Again when like... Not only against Odyssey!Penelope but ALSO Epic's. We may have only gotten 2 songs it's still a concept album. THERE'S STILL TIME! of the real Penelope in Epic but like, even then we can see that she's equally as wild

[mosskissed]

who's freakier between you and your f/o, and is the less freaky one intimidated by the other's freakiness?

[rikan-oo]

Kinda funny that it works both ways

[yearnsforstarlight]

i am once again thinking of the idea that somehow, stone winds up travelling the multiverse and somehow, everytime he does he comes across a version of robotnik. all of them different, of course. but the one thing they have in common? there's no stone in sight, and frankly they have no clue who stone is. every single one of them question who stone is. so in each universe stone does a bit of deep diving, to try and find his alternative self.

only there isn't one.

there's only one universe where stone and robotnik exist together – as a duo. and it's in his.

and this, in the end, could go two of one ways. either, when he gets back, he can't help but see robotnik in a different light, their relationship in a different light. in the entire universes, he's only got one stone.

but he could also come back and ivo is gone. he lost him in the explosion. and he mourns, mourns because there's not another universe where they got it right. they one had this one, and they messed it up.

anyways just some food for thought. :)

[mybuddieficrecs]

slaughterhouse | E | 21k | @kithmet

Eddie announces he’s leaving. Buck, naturally, begins a slow descent to madness. [ALT. summary: Buck has resolved to be the greatest friend ever. He’s handling this move so well. And not at all being abnormal about Eddie’s house. Or Eddie’s belongings. Or, well. Eddie.]

This fic is Insane (said full of awe and wonder)

[ozymandiasdirge]

brilliant incredible amazing showstopping spectacular 10/10 no notes

[prettysureimlost]

i love that "kissing would be too weird (while they're literally having sex)" and "kissing wouldn't be weird at all because we're literally having sex" are both tropes i've read with landoscar like they really are so versatile

[heal2ninjagogirl]

Freak4Freak

[dootznbootz]

Ngl, one of my personal "no, absolutely not. No thank you" Oath of Tyndareus headcanons is that Helen liked Odysseus and wanted him first.

What do you mean Helen wasn't immediately captivated by Menelaus? The lorge, awkward, autistic man with his big brown eyes? The man who she very likely grew up at least knowing somewhat as he was in Sparta during his childhood during his exile? What do you mean Helen didn't see Odysseus simp for Penelope and tease Penelope about it as cousins do?

Like, not to be mean, but it gives "Odysseus is the main character and therefore everyone falls for him" vibes. I mean... it's semi-true, as goddesses even wanted him (not reciprocated) but I dunno. :/ I just genuinely think Helen would immediately know that she does not match or like Odysseus' freak and that her freak cousin would match better.

[rueclfer]

me-> 😁loser!

dee-> 🫥 loser.

I fear ur hawks rue 😔✊🫐

unfortunately i agree

[ariemfox]

was re-watching s8e1 twenty vicodin earlier & completely forgot about this scene where the patient starts fuckin bleeding out from a clotting test.

the patient is freaking out. even house is shocked. meanwhile, you've got adams:

instead of immediately stopping the patient's bleeding (like she's supposed to do!! as a doctor!!) she's fucking enraptured by it. & not in a 'oh shit' way, in the way that this poor prison patient is like her rat test subject in a lab.

adams even whispers 'cool' under her breath in this shot. she is such a freak (affectionate) <3

then you've got house's little side-eye; even he's weirded out a bit by her fascination.

ik adams' whole shtick in s8 is being the obligatory moralistic spokesperson, but i think this episode clearly introduces to us that this is a facade. she's moral for the sake of it (out of rich/family-centric guilt, out of a sense of duty and payback for 'being priveleged in life', etc.). she wants to appear & be like the good, liberal, rich kid she's supposed to be; doing charity work in her spare time and working as a prison doctor.

but deep-down, she's just... bored in that job. working mundane cases (it was the same case with taub: too little excitement). deep down, she's just as fucked-up as the rest of the team - bloodthirsty for the medical mystery and willing to do absolutely anything (including risking this patient's life) to solve it. she puts on a show of disapproval over diagnosing the patient via treatment the whole ep, but when push came to shove, she did it & sacrificed her own job for the mystery and a drug-addicted disgraced genius diagnostician whom she just met. & then she has no problem (any more than usual for the ducklings) diagnosing via treatments in later episodes! she just switches like that, because she knows house's way is more efficient to solve their puzzles.

i wish this fucked-up aspect of adams was explored more. her less empathetic, brutally analytical side (contrasted by the almost contradictory deep empathy at times), as a fabulous foil to house's. she is an amazing character with dark undertones, and i don't think that's emphasised enough. i love her <3

[waitineedaname]

Came here because of your FMA Post-Canon GreedLing series and now I want to read/watch/idfk what this is SVSSS now. You've infected me and now I need to do research

YESSS READ MY SICKOS NOVEL!!

my very basic pitch: SVSSS is Scum Villain's Self-Saving System, a Chinese transmigration novel! the premise is that Shen Yuan is the #1 anti-fan of a trashy stallion novel -- he likes the monsters and the little crumbs of plot and loves the protagonist, but fucking hates literally everything else about it. when he finishes it, he's so overcome with rage about the ending that it literally kills him, and his dying thoughts are "dumbfuck author, dumbfuck novel." much to his surprise, he wakes up as the central villain of that novel with a transmigration system essentially telling him "you think you can do better? just fucking try it buddy"

it's a hilarious series, and a very quick read! the characters are really fun, the two main characters are completely deranged (a classic example of "I can fix him" *makes him worse*), and the balance between ridiculous humor and genuine emotion is excellent. also, as a loving satire of stallion novels/BL novels/webnovels in general, it has a lot of interesting things to say about the tropes embedded in those stories, as well as interesting things to say about being a writer and being a reader!

there are official print translations in English, so I recommend checking out your local library/bookstores, but if that doesn't work for you, it's also available on the Internet Archive and Anna's Archive! it's fairly short, only four books (three for the main plot + fourth book of plot-relevant extras)

enjoy!!

[unohanadaydreams]

Circle Back (Mayuri x Reader)

Summary:

Mayuri takes you and Nemuri to a museum and he's persnickety the whole time. And then some! Ends with dubious drugging and experimentation because that too is romantic and domestic for Mayuri LMAO.

Notes:

As promised, here is the weird little museum piece I wrote on my sabbatical, typed out so it can be shared. The exhibits are inspired by Gutai because I thought that would be fun and fitting for him.

“One must appreciate an attempt to decipher the complexity of our duties,” a passerby noted to his companions. All of them noble in dress and posture.

Mayuri didn’t wait for them to pass before offering a rebuttal, firmly directed toward you, who watched the wailing in the center of the domed kido barrier with mouth agape.

“One could enclose any number of my labs in some half-rate kido barrier and decipher more than they were previously capable of fathoming,” he sneered.

You tried not to look at the noblemen, their subtle pressure overtaking your peripheral. “Mayuri-sama was the one who bought us tickets.”

“Yes, yes, and any artist must endure their criticisms if they’re of any worth.”

The dome was light blue, half-transparent, and contained a replication of a soul. Some ppor man in a dour three-piece suit, wailing against the gathered reishi as the hole in his chest peeled wider from the struggle for attention.

For help that wouldn’t ever come.

Nemuri stood close to the barrier, yelling right back at the fabrication of anguish. Laughing as the slick floor over took his clunky dress shoes and landed him smooshed against the buzzing wall.

She looked back to you with wide eyes. An eager smile.

“Will it hollowfy if we wait?”

“We need not waste our time,” Mayuri said, wriggling his hand in dramatic demand that Nemuri take it. “That would imply a far greater commitment than these artists wish to engage in.”

He did not offer his hand to you, but did offer an off-kilter stare, complete with neck and head displayed in an unnatural bend until you moved beside him so that you three continued to the next room as one unit.

Truthfully, you were having fun. You enjoyed the displays that overtook each room. A soul trapped between states, hollow yet unable to translate that emptiness to true hollowfication. Ever on the precipice of change, yet ever uncertain in which form he’d be delivered to the beyond. You liked it.

The dramatic wailing and flailing made it better, even.

You were all having fun. Nemuri, most obviously of all.

“I’m going to make something better,” she declared. “Something with more souls and at least one hollowfication.”

You paused before a magnificent wall scroll that had been ripped apart and reformatted to span the wall in its entirety, attempting to puzzle out how it’d been accomplished.

“That sounds interesting, Nemuri-chan.”

“Interesting? You are meant to be feeding her building blocks, not falsehoods.”

Turning from the scroll, you squinted. “You think it’s boring?”

Nemuri stamped her little socked foot against the slick, wooden flooring, “It won’t be boring!”

“Such a display would be undoubtedly boring. You’ve described an average day on Earth for a Shinigami.”

Sensing the oncoming tantrum in the clutch of her chubby fists and increasing flair of her little button nose, you patted Nemuri’s head and coaxed her to look at the scroll with you.

“Let her think on it, Mayuri-sama. She has to start building somewhere. And besides, it’s rare for a Shinigami to be assigned to the world of the living.”

Nemuri turned away from the scroll with a self-righteous pout, “Yeah!”

“Rather, you wish to let her have a sub-par start,” Mayuri drawled. His jaw grinding and eyes roving the scroll in criss-cross pattern, searching for the same answers you had moments before.

“Sometimes it’s best to let things go,” you whispered. “Let her have her way and I’ll give you a big kiss.”

One eye zeroed in on your offer’s accompanying wink. “What a horrid offer. And sloppy terms. I don’t aim to raise some Souskuke Aizen half-wit.”

You gasped far louder than necessary. “Nemuri would get waaay farther than Aizen-taicho. Wouldn’t you, Nemuri-chan?”

Nemuri rose to her tip toes to grab your hand, no longer interested in the scroll now that something more fun to dwell on had appeared.

“I will avoid prison,” she finally agreed.

“See!” You pinched Mayuri’s haori and gave it a tug, holding in laughter as his neck cranked to a true ninety degree angle in response. “She’s just like you, after all. Anything she creates will be interesting once she gets far enough.”

“Ururu nee-chan will help,” Nemuri said. “She knows hollows and is in the world of the living all the time.”

“Collaboration should foster advancement,” Mayuri said, steering you all to the next room, unwilling to tell you a scrap of information regarding the scroll. “That girl can hardly manage a sentence, let alone a thesis.”

“We could always ask Urahara-san for help, then.”

“Nemuri agreeding while flitting about the repurposed rubble that formed a massive—yet miniature—replication of the Seireitei and the closest surrounding Rukongai that could manage to fit within the room.

“I have mastered many things worse than death,” Mayuri groused. You overlooked the cobbled together Research and Development building that came to his knee. “That man cannot be trusted with any part of Nemuri’s developing sense of self. He would lead her down a path of indulgences. And soulless commercialism entirely unsuited for more than a shallow glance.”

You hummed, focusing on taking a video of Mayuri and Nemuri wandering the room.

His painted face was fully zoomed upon, fuzzy and out of focused, then perfectly clear as you adjusted to watch his expression with care.

“So you’ll be supplying a first-rate kido barrier instead of us having to outsource it sounds like?”

“You should simply admit your desperation and beg properly,” Mayuri said, face pointed toward the lens despite the sour expression, arms flung wide and fingers splayed in careful precision, as though fans.

The others in the room suddenly had their fill of the display or at the very least, began to give a wide berth.

Tossing your phone to Nemuri made him deflate a little. But only a little. And Nemuri padded around the room with a determination to document every inch of the faux Seireitei.

Emboldened by the other bodies draining from the room you stuck a finger between Mayuri’s open teeth, preparing for him to peel away and monologue a bit more.

Instead, he bit down incrementally, until the pain was enough for you to suck in a sharp breath.

“Will I be begging in this fate worse than death you’re planning for me?”

He bit harder, expression carefully blank, before smacking you away, your finger scraping against the pressure of his teeth as you reclaimed it.

You popped the bleeding finger into your mouth, laving your tongue against the sting as Mayuri watched with a lobotomized look.

“Kiss it better,” you demanded, the room empty for all but you, Mayuri, and Nemuri.

In an instance, his face reclaimed its animation. Its familiar sneer. “You should search out those noblemen,” he said. “Perhaps they can appreciate your vast stupidity that so aligns with theirs.”

Mayuri stalked from the room, then.

And you followed after waiting for Nemuri to finish her documentation. She held your obi as her other hand still fiddled with the soul phone.

“We’re not stupid,” she said. “Our hollow will be very advanced. And not boring.”

“Very true, Nemuri-chan,” you said with a laugh.

Mayuri’s shoulder blades cracked as he craned his upper body to glare back at you.

And once again wriggled his fingers again, like luring worms, until he caught Nemuri in his left hand. You held a scrap of his haori on his right.

“You have both exhausted my extensive patience,” he began, speaking for the room, almost preening as faces snuck to glance at him. “This exhibit is bloated with withered moral ideation that is souring your scope of what can be brought to life.”

“I wasn’t thinking of morals,” Nemuri said.

“Incorrect,” Mayuri said, surveying the current room with a scowl. “The artist wished you to focus on the suffering and so you did. Instead of disputing me blindly, a true scientist would approach with curiosity.”

“I thought I was right this time, though, Mayuri-sama.”

“And that is what passes for curiosity, is it?”

You watched the other leave the room with more haste than the last as Mayuri continued to lecture, noticing their socks left lasting imprints behind on the compacted dirt of the exhibit.

Nemuri rephrased herself after hopping around to make a fun pattern with her own socks. “What should I have thought, Mayuri-sama?”

You interrupted Mayuri’s incoming admonishment, “How was the artist’s intention translated into Nemuri’s idea?”

Mayuri gave a wide point, his singularly long nail almost scratching your brow, “You are not meant to build for her.”

“How,” Nemuri prompted. “How did I!”

All of you walked over sandal prints that would not lift, prints that were erased bit-by-bit through the pressure of your steps. The ceiling projected, then retracted, bundles of transparent bodies in a timed and endless cycle.

“As I stated; the suffering.” Mayuri came to an understanding of the room and gave an empty laugh. “The linear path of soul to hollow. If you wish to explore true suffering, deny the soul evolution. Ensure the stagnation as the artist has.”

“But I want the evolution,” Nemuri said. “I want them to change!”

Mayuri did scratch your brow as he rounded on Nemuri and you hissed. “Ow.”

“The evolution is the part I like most,” Nemuri continued. “The pain goes away.”

“And then what is left?”

You tugged his haori before Mayuri could say the rest. And reduce Nemuri’s musings to ‘nothing’.

Mayuri was happy enough to swivel away from that and toward another lecture.

“If a hollow can be made naturally, then what shall you do that is deserving of resources? There is more than on phase of evolution. Instead of saying ‘I’ll see how many souls hollowfy under these conditions’, think instead of how the process functions. Think to the conditions that must be introduced to alter those faces. And to enhance their functions.”

His voice rose in fervor and you could not manage to contain your giggling.

“Prolong or end the suffering to what end, Nemuri? Accelerate the evolution for what purpose? A new element must be introduced to the tired, established process if there is to be a tangible benefit at the end of your proposed study. We research and develop for the Gotei 13, after all.”

Face crouched and closed to his progeny, Mayuri leveled his tone to something more reasonable. “Anything less will result in prison, indeed.”

Mayuri’s lecture carried you out of the exhibit and lulled Nemuri into deep thought, her voice contained to her mind for the moment.

The only thing cutting the silence were the chatter of strangers and Nemuri’s muttering into the phone, no doubt recording her thoughts as Mayuri and many of the 12th often did when inspiration struck.

@

“You got your money’s worth of inspiration, huh?”

Mayuri did not shake you away as you held his hand, safe from prying eyes in the maze of labs below Research and Development.

“Yes, quite inspired to wonder why I’ve entrusted you with any part of Nemuri’s education.”

Your thumb hesitated, then quickly smoothed over his painted knuckles before ending the contact and holding his haori instead.

“Hm,” you said with false thought. “Because I’m patient, maybe?”

“Akon is patient. You simply dawdle.”

You blew him a kiss and earned a pointed gaze in turn.

“If I weren’t so loyal to Mayuri-sama, I’d dawdle my way over to the Urahara Shoten.”

“Your attempt to rile me is entirely lacking.”

“Ooooh,” you laughed. “Do I have to start walking there before it works?”

Mayuri scoffed. “There are enough dispersible poisons within your organs that the very attempt would prove pathetic.”

“Well, you’re the one who keeps taking me for granted.”

You stretched and made a show of no longer holding any part of him, moving a bit away, which was impressive considering the tight style of hallway this far down.

“Certainly,” Mayuri said. “Annoyances in life are always guaranteed.”

“Aw. I would never leave you to get bored,” you said. “Unless Urahara-san offered a sizable raise, of course.”

“That man deserves another incompetent fool added to his brimming collection,” Mayuri said. “So do try.”

“But then Nemuri-chan would end up visiting Urahara Shoten quite a bit after all.”

“She would be entirely forbidden.”

“Even if I begged?”

“Even if you managed to beg well for once.”

You fell against a door of some sealed off room that only Mayuri knew the purpose of.

“You seemed to like it well enough to threaten me with another fate worse than death.”

Laughter bubbled up, then choked to an abrupt end and carried into a series of wet coughs that grew into great, wheezing hacks. No matter how vicious you expelled the growing lump within, the coughing brought less and less relief. Or air.

Still you smiled, lips trembling as Mayuri gave you a careful, empty look. His eyes betrayed him, though. Pupils dilating and contracting like the lens of a camera as you hunched over to vomit, tears brimming as whatever poision within began building to its worst.

“I didn’t,” you dry heaved a few times before being able to continue. “I wouldn’t leave.”

His thumb slotted between your teeth as he loomed over you, not minding the mess still smeared on your lips.

You groaned, back spasming in quickening muscle cramps that meandered in waves from your neck to tail bone. In tandem, your stomach did the same.

“Are you not up to the task of begging well as we work, then?”

“Please,” you gagged. Mayuri rose as you collapsed, the door you had leaned upon opening to reveal a sterile, well-lit circle of room.

Mayuri stepped over you and fetched a tall, wheeled tray.

“Quite overused, the word ‘please’, don’t you think?”

“Everything feels wrong,” you moaned.

The pain disorients everything, shrouding Mayuri into a dark cloud looming overhead, lingering yet reticent to your mortal suffering.

In paradox, you hear the smile inflecting his admonishments as something wonderfully bright dazzles your vision, bidding your pupils follow.

“You are quite impatient, after all. We haven’t even begun the experimentation, yet.”

You’re unsure if the cloud grazing your knuckles is done with affection but you’re disappointed when the cool touch dissipates, leaving you to tremble on the ground. Alone.

“You’re leaving?”

The cloud flickered.

“I’m observing.”

“Observe…closer.”

“Too close and you become bereft of the complexities the whole brings.”

You dry heave again and alternate between crawling and collapsing toward him. “Fuck…complexities.”

“Ah,” you heard from somewhere above. “What did I say? A simple kido barrier and this would truly be worth an exhibit.”

[ambrosykim]

no thoughts only my rook lovingly giving manfred a goodnight kiss on the forehead while emmrich watches from a distance, completely smitten like