#h.... cyborg space man.......

[obsessivecreechur]

ya ever just remember an old oc you COMPLETELY forgot about, but used to absolutely adore and just. suddenly can't get them out of your brain??

[fairytale-poll]

ROUND 1D, MATCH 2 OUT OF 16!

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Linh Cinder:

Her glass slipper is her prosthetic foot. She's a cool badass mechanic queen. She's named Cinder because her aunt set her on fire as a toddler but she survived. She's a a cool cyborg with psychic powers, and she's also a really good mechanic.

She's a cyborg and she's from the Moon

She is a badass mechanic who is also a cyborg and did not intend to get dragged into this mess. She becomes a fugitive of the law, running from the prince who is also her romantic interest and is just objectively the best.

I love a sarcastic character and I love a good confrontation scene and she's great with both

she's a cyborg she's a mechanic she's a princess she's a fugitive she's the best.

She's a mechanic she's the lunar princess she has two prosthetic limbs she's supposed to be dead. Her best friend is an android who's a fangirl of her boyfriend (Kai, the emperor). Her ball was actually her showing up to keep Kai from getting seduced by her aunt (who's queen of the moon) and then killed. Instead of losing her slipper she just lost her entire foot. (That's all just in the first book.)

look man, if you've read tlc you know why but if not: cinder here goes through a lot, from living in a shitty household to leading a rebellion and witnessing what's practically a massacre (TWICE), getting stabbed in the mc'freaking heart and surviving, being a wanted fugitive, Oh, and also, she loses her goddamn FOOT instead of a glass slipper lol (albeit the foot is a prosthetic, which i might've forgotten to add, her left arm and (i think) leg are metal due to getting BURNED as a toddler by her somewhat power hungry aunt)

She's SO cool she's a mechanic and really clever and also an amputee and her prosthetics are very cool and she has fun space adventures with her little gang of found family and is also the heir to the crown on the moon and is trying to get control of it from her aunt (who's a dictator) so she can help the moon people be less oppressed! tl;dr she's a girlboss

She literally got set on fire. Shes a cyborg. Shes such a girl boss that her love interest kept her severed prosthetic foot as a memento. She is a revolutionary [against her will] and a politician [also against her will]. Shes a skilled mechanic, and called the queen of a super-powerful alien race with the ability to manipulate people’s perceptions of reality ugly TO HER FACE. Queen does not give a shit and just wants to hang out with her robot bestie and her dork ass boyfriend who is also the leader of an entire country. Shes iconic, she is the moment.

she's a teenage cyborg who works as a mechanic and is secretly royalty - a badass and i love her!!

Kickbutt cyborg Cinderella princess

Cyborg and mechanic is a fun new twist on classic Cinderella! (At least when I read it and it was new). Plus she’s got her Prince/Emperor all wrapped around her fingers before the ball!

she's cool as fuck that's why!! cyborg cinderella in a cool-ass future sci-fi world, she doesn't have glass slippers so she loses her ill-fitted cybernetic foot, she has a gun in her cyborg hand (mostly uses nonlethal projectiles), she has cool sci-fi magic mind powers, she's from the moon, she's a mechanic & she's smart as hell, she literally forms a ragtag team of other fairytale inspired characters & dethrones the evil queen of the lunar monarchy. also her prince charming is cool & funny & they're so sickeningly in love their feelings could power the sun. anyway vote Cinder ✨️

cinder is a mixed cyborg mechanic who has acquired beef with both her stepmother (adopted) and her bio aunt (tyrant queen levanna) and manages to escape their attempts to keep her down (including arson when she was like. 3 years old) and ultimately overthrows her aunt in a revolution lead by her and the other fairytale retellings (red riding hood and wolf, rapunzel and her ‘prince’, and her cousin snow white and her prince) and establishes a democracy! i enjoyed the series growing up and i personally think that cinder is very cool :]

The first book in The Lunar Chronicles is a retelling of cinderella, and my gosh it’s amazing. Cinder is a cyborg and faces a lot of prejudice, and it’s interesting to see that even in the future, where the book is set, there’s still so much discrimination, and Cinder faces it so well. She’s smart and snarky, and has such character growth and cares so much and akhjfqwthbj

shes cinderella if cinderella was a cyborg and also secretly an alien moon princess. fucking amazing series everyone should read it. It's very common for Cinderella retelling that "girlboss" her end up sending the weird message that victims of abuse should simply stand up for themselves <3 I really like Cinder because she's spunky and snaps at her stepmother, but it doesn't. do her any good? It just makes her stepmother worse. Also one of her stepsisters is nice, I love Peony.

Cyborg Cinderella, long-lost princess of the moon, revolutionary against the evil queen.

she’s a cyborg! instead of losing her shoe on the steps of the palace her entire foot comes off 👍 thats hard as fuck she’s so cool

Cinderella:

Because she is so cute in this, I love her outfits before and after the transformation, and this movie is just such a good adaptation of Cinderella

the 1997 cinderella movie is the best one ever to me like. you have whitney houston as the fairy godmother and brandy is so so so pretty and she's such an amazing cinderella. 10 minutes ago the best cinderella song of all time ever she sounded so good<3

does this movie even NEED propaganda?

Brandy Cinderella with Whitney Houston! Need I say more?

Brandy plays one of the best iterations of Cinderella actually

I just think she's neat. Also she looked the best in the ball gown

One of the most iconic Cinderellas of all time, Brandy brought tenderness, earnestness, and heartfelt poignancy that transformed the story and emphasized its humanity and themes of dreaming for the future. Her voice is celestial! The power of her performance is undeniable! As a lifelong Cinderella fan she was always one of my favorites.

A lot of children grew up watching this movie around the holidays.

This is my favorite version of Cinderella and Brandy absolutely KILLS IT as Cinderella!! Her voice is so sweet and beautiful. And her dress!! I love her peplum. ALSO HER BRAIDS MAKE A BUN AND ITS SO ADORABLE. just look up the soundtrack for this movie PLEASE

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

do you know any anime that is as well-written as revolutionary girl utena or princess tutu? They’re both so good and so well-written that everything seems to pale in comparison and I was wondering if you knew any other anime that were similar in terms of being well-written. It’s ok if there aren’t as many similar themes

love your and vinelle’s works by the way!! Especially loving seventh seal, how I learned to stop worrying and love the bacchanals, and for the love of Alice. I feel like for the love of Alice is going to escalate quickly lol with edward being as edward as he is

Thanks for the praise! Look, @therealvinelle, praise.

Well, my friend, you've come to the right place. Caveat that the shows I'll list vary wildly in genre and expected audience. All are extremely well written but ah... some have more violence than others.

But if you could handle the rape, incest, assault, and so much more of Utena I think you can handle it.

Though I will note, a good number of these are bleak/have rape, violence, etc.

For the uninitiated, shojou are shows traditionally aimed at female audiences and shonen are shows traditionally aimed at male audiences. They tend to have distinct styles.

If I list a year in parentheses, it's because there's more than one version and that's the version you should watch.

The Rose of Versailles: shojou historical drama, following a fictional female royal guard raised as a man to Marie Antoinette, follows Marie Antoinette's reign and the leading up to the revolution.

Berserk (1997): shonen tragedy, in a medieval quasi Europe, Guts joins a band of mercenaries.

Legend of the Galactic Heroes (1981): space opera, a war between two equally powered states has been raging for 150 years. Now, with the rising of two prominent generals, the balance is starting to shift. About politics, the futility of war, and pacifism.

The Glass Mask (1984): shojou drama, a thirteen-year-old girl runs away from home to pursue acting, showing great talent, but at great risk to her own physical and mental wellbeing as she obsessively pursues her career.

Shiki: horror/thriller, a mysterious family moves into a rural village in Japan and the townspeople begin dying of a mysterious illness.

Cardcaptor Sakura (1998): mahou shojou (magical girl), ten-year-old Sakura happens upon mysterious items called the Clow Cards and must find a way to recapture them all and harness their powers.

Land of the Lustrous: sci-fi/post-apocalyptic, in the distant future, humanity has morphed into something else, and a jewel person named Phosphyllite makes a journey of personal discovery.

The Slayers (1995): adventure/action/comedy, Lina Inverse is a powerful mage with an eye out for gold, due to a fight she was never supposed to win, she finds herself pursued by gods and demons with the fate of the world at stake.

Kino's Journey (2003): absurdism, Kino visits a series of surreal towns for only three nights each.

Casshern Sins: sci-fi/post-apoctolyptic, after the end of the world, robots are all that remain and are slowly falling apart. An android named Casshern is said to be the cause.

Mononoke: thriller/character study, the mysterious medicine seller in the Edo era of Japan seeks out Mononoke in order to destroy them. To do so, he must learn both their form and their truth.

Steins;Gate: thriller/sci-fi, a group of social rejects build a time machine in their apartment, this triggers a series of catestrophic futures that must be undone.

Wolf's Rain: sci-fi/post-apocalyptic, in a dying world a group of wolves race to find the gates to paradise

Gunslinger Girl (2003): thriller/crime, an organization in Italy treats dying young girls with no connections to become cyborg soldiers. The show looks at the impacts of this on the girls and their handlers.

Now and Then, Here and There: sci-fi/post-apocalyptic, a boy named Shu finds himself transported to a futuristic world in which a madman reigns as king. There, he finds his pacifism tested as well as his faith in humanity.

The Irresponsible Captain Tylor: sci-fi/comedy, in the future Captain Justy Ueki Tylor finds himself captain of a broken down ship, it's unclear whether he's a genius, an idiot savant, or simply the world's luckiest madman.

Chaika the Coffin Princess: fantasy, in a fantasy world where a great war has just ended, two former mercenaries find themselves employed by the late emperor's daughter, who is seeking to find the pieces of her father's body in order to give him a burial.

Psycho-Pass: thriller/sci-fi, this is minority report but an anime. A young woman joins an organization in which criminals are sent to hunt down criminals, as it is a world in which crime is automatically detected before it can occur.

Fate/Zero: fantasy/action/tragedy, in the city of Fuyuki a great battle royale happens where mages summon figures of legend and history to battle on their behalf for the ultimate prize of the holy grail.

From the New World: sci-fi/post-apocalyptic, in the distant future psychic abilities developed. A group of children grow up in a rigidly controlled society and slowly learn the truth behind the world they live in.

Spice and Wolf: fantasy, a traveling merchant in quasi medieval Europe meets a pagan god looking to travel North given the spread of Christianity.

Puella Magi Madoka Magica: mahou shojou satire, a satire of classical magical girl shows, follows a young girl Madoka who has the chance to become a magical girl in return for a miraculous wish.

Black Lagoon: crime, a young Japanese businessman finds himself kidnapped by pirates, his life turned upside down, and becomes a pirate himself.

Neon Genesis Evangelion: sci-fi/post-apocalyptic, a young boy named Shinji is summoned by his father, head of a government organization, to fight apocalyptic monsters.

Fractale: sci-fi/post-apocalyptic, in a future where all humans interface with technology, a young boy meets a runaway priestess and the strange hologram traveling with her.

The Heroic Legend of Arslan (either version): the versions have differences but both are good, follows a quasi-Persian story about a prince who finds himself in a power struggle.

Magic Knight: Rayearth: mahou shojou (magical girl), a group of three girls find themselves transported to a magical girl where they must save the Pillar. However, not all is as it seems.

Samurai 7: sci-fi/historical, The Seven Samurai retold in a futuristic setting. The priestess of a village sets out in order to hire samurai to protect her village from bandits.

Goblin Slayer: fantasy, a priestess joins an adventure guild but finds her expectations and sense of safety dashed on her first misson: what was supposed to be a simple task of slaying goblins. She ends up joining forces with a man known only as the Goblin Slayer.

Megalobox (season 1): sci-fi/sports, a young man living in the poor part of the city enters into a boxing tournament in which he is almost certainly guaranteed to lose. There is a second season, and while it had good parts, I consider it much weaker than the first.

Vinland Saga: historical/action, it's the 11th century and Denmark is at war with England, a young man from Iceland finds himself in a Danish mercenary group all so that he might kill the man who killed his father. (I have admittedly not seen season 2 yet, so I can't speak to that.)

Captain Harlock (1978): sci-fi/adventure, the pacing's very different from modern animes but is a great anime about love, sacrifice, the brutality of war, the degradation of society, and more. Captain Harlock, a dissident and outlaw turned pirate, finds himself the only one standing in the way of an alien invasion.

Akagi: tension, a young man starts in on gambling through mahjong and slowly seeks higher and higher stakes

Kaiji: tension, a young man sinks down into the pit known as gambling and begins bartering his life away for higher and higher stakes just for that one chance to claw his way out of poverty

Mr. Tonegawa: Middle Management Blues: Focuses on the character Tonegawa and Ootsuki from Kaiji, but it's worth watching Akagi first as well. Deals with the hilarious ridiculousness of being a mobster who must please a psychopath

Lupin the Third: Part 1 (1971): A very 1960's feeling spy/action show revolving around the exploits of a phantom thief and his colleagues and enemies. Great art, music, characters and interactions, and the episodes are all extremely engaging.

Lupin the Third: Part 2 (1975): A great follow-up to Lupin the Third: Part 1 on an international scene.

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

Three Days on the Red Planet

by CaptainHoney

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Wayne Munson Additional Tags: Space Western AU, Sci Fi AU, Western AU, what if stranger things but on mars, literally a bog standard steddie fic but they're on mars, eddie has a mechanical arm, the upside down monsters are all aliens, enemies to lvoers speedrun, eddie thinks it's enemies to lovers but it's actually dumbass4dumbass, non-detailed mentions of medical procedures, injury description, references to blood and gore, this is all reasonably gentle but there's Past Trauma, tommy H the experimental town bicycle that you are, brief mentions of past underage sex, Open Ending, sci fi in the classic tradition in that I made a bunch of stuff up, written with the wikipedia page for Mars open and unperused, completely innaccurate space science, anti-capitalist and anti-colonial themes because fuck the man, implied childhood neglect, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Virgin Eddie Munson, Intercrurual Sex, lots of spit and crass talk, 60s pop culture references because Mars is behind the times, wayne is supportive but very annoying about it, Southern Eddie Munson, they have mcdonalds on mars for some reason but it sucks very much, borderline orgasmic fig eating experience, cyborg eddie kinda, a lot of lotion used as lube but at least their dick skins will be soft, Unprotected Sex, the inherent tragedy of being the only gay man on mars Words: 10,872 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

"A hiss as the speeder’s roof lifts and oh, Eddie knows this asshole. Rich boy, pretty as sin, heir to his daddy’s Earth imports business. Papa Harrington has the kind of monopoly there ought to be sanctions against, has his fist around the throats of most of New Indiana. And now here’s the prodigal son, slumming it in the dust of the Munson front yard. A man might get ideas with a thing like that, the kind involving ransoms and the wrong end of a raygun."

[silver-violet]

The Panic

WARNING: CONTAINS SAFE VORE AND G/T, IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ Quick little vore story I wrote late at night lol. Characters from left to right are Phestus, Glacius, Sam, and Frost.

Tiny bit of backstory: Phestus was once obsessed with improving himself, but is now trying to reform with the help of the two brothers glacius and Frost, and their friend Sam. The three don't. really trust him yet, as he has tried to kill them in the past, but are still trying to help however they can.

Phestus paced back and forth, circling the hotel room he was in. Glacius, Frost, and Sam had left hours ago for a mission and had yet to return. While this wasn't unusual, it had been longer than normal, and he was growing worried. The three had gone on a mission to retrieve some of his old documents, leaving him behind in case he was recognized. However, he had told them the safest way in and out, and shouldn't have taken this long. He muttered to himself, tapping his finger rhythmically as he did so. 

Another hour passed like this, and Phestus was beginning to form a plan to chase them before he heard a quiet tap at the window. He froze for a second, unsure what to do. His eyes were locked on the window, waiting for any movement beyond the curtain as his lens' focused and narrowed. a few quiet, uneasy seconds passed before there was another tap, this time more frantic. His arm hissed and shifted as he approached, ready for an attack as he carefully pulled back the curtain. On the other side was Sam, alone and looking around frantically. Phestus immediately opened the window, with Sam skittering inside quickly. The cyborg backed up slightly, giving the borrower space as he calmed himself down. 

"W-What happened? Where are Glacius and Frost???" he asked worriedly, looking at the borrower with concern. He had been careful to dim his lights and widen his lens, hoping to give off a less unsettling appearance. 

"I. . . . They. . . ." He huffed, trying to catch his breath after rushing back. "They got caught. T-The place was on lockdown but they still tried to get in. I. . . .He told me to run. . ." Sam looked down, ashamed to have run away. Though he knew he wouldn't have won, it hurt his pride to not even try, but he knew glacius wouldn't want him to get caught too. 

"WHAT?!?!" Phestus squawked, his eyes widening as he stood up. Sam shuffled away slightly at this, watching as he began pacing. 

"No No I-I checked the network right before they left, they couldn't have gone into a lockdown that quickly. . There were no mentions of it! I. . . . ." he continued mumbling to himself, as Sam took the chance to sit down for a minute. He went over the mission in his head, the both of them confused about what had gone wrong. "The logs were fine, there wasn't even anything of worth there! Unless. . . ." He went still, his lens constricting as Sam heard quiet whirring coming from the man. 

"They knew someone was in their files" Phestus spat, pacing once more as his lens' reopened. His pacing grew slower and more forceful, his cane knocking against the ground loudly. Sam stood up, backing away anxiously as the man's demeanor changed. "H-hey, maybe you shouldn't uh-" he stammered, looking at him wearily. Phestus snapped his head towards him, stopping in place. Sam only grew more worried with the man's attention on him, ready to flee if he made a move. 

"I. . . . . ." the man wavered, seeing the borrower's reaction to him. He quickly looked away, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I-I'm sorry it's just. *Frustrating* that this is how we found out they were onto us. Though I suppose there wasn't a way to know ahead of time. . ." he sighed, walking towards his bag as he rifled through it. 

"W- What are you looking for?" Sam cautiously asked, glad the man hadn't gotten out of hand. Without Frost or glacius, he was virtually defenseless if the man went haywire, a fact he was very aware of. Phestus didn't respond, simply pulling out a small hard drive and storing it in his coat pocket. He began towards the door, pausing as his hand hovered near the handle.

"Do you want to go get them back?" he asked, angling his head towards Sam. He held out his hand, though didn't approach the small man. Sam didn't respond, simply flying over and settling in the man's hand. He was still tense, careful watching the man as he slipped him inside his chest pocket. Phestus opened the door, making his way outside as he pulled his hood over his face.

Under the cover of night, the two managed to make their way to the edges of the city unnoticed, the company building coming within sight as phestus rounded the corner. Sam anxiously watched from the man's chest pocket, poking his head out as they grew nearer. Phestus glanced at the windows of the building, huffing as he saw the glare of metal blast doors beyond. While he had been lacking in running his company, he had made sure they had a very strict security protocol. Which he now regretted. Soon, Phestus had made his way to a back entrance, having to avoid the security cameras around the perimeter. 

"Are you really sure you can get in?" Samuel whispered, nervously looking around the quiet roads.

"Hehehe...I'm sure I can get in. Getting out, however. . .*" The man smiled as his left arm began to shift, his finger coming apart while wires forced themselves out. They wriggled into the door in front of him, quickly unlocking it as he carefully slid inside. The door hissed shut behind him, resealing itself quietly as he made his way deeper inside. The hallways were seemingly never-ending, with rooms to match. To Sam it was all a blur, though phestus navigated it unfalteringly, almost running as he did so. As they continued, Phestus stopped in his tracks, realizing that the main room was between him and the holding cells. He heard people approaching, cursing as he slinked into a room. Sam fluttered out of his pocket, landing on a shelf nearby as the cyborg locked the door behind them. 

"How do we get through there without being noticed?" Sam asked, his fear returning. Phestus didn't look at him, tapping his fingers as he responded

"We can't, But I-I can Make it through with my status. Though I'm not sure if it'll be safe for you. . ." 

"What do you mean?"

"The holding cells have security in and out of it, the guards would be able to see you in my pocket, if not on the machines." He admitted, his eyes flitting about as he tried to think of a solution. "Plus the second I reveal myself, they'll be watching me like vultures." He went silent, an inkling of a thought beginning to form in his head

"Is there really no other way to the cells? I-I can't just stay here. . ." Sam urged, a nervous look on his face. 

"I know just. . .give me a second to think. . ." He muttered, trying to come up with anything. Same sighed, beginning to sit down before the two were interrupted by someone trying the door handle. The two froze, quickly whispering to each other.

"What do we do? If they see me we're in trouble!"

"I-I don't know, I just need a minute. . ."

"We don't have a minute! They're gonna start getting suspicious!"

"I know! I-I'm trying to-"

He was cut off by a voice from the other side, still shaking the door as she asked. 

"Hello? Is someone in there? We're taking role again, you need to come out." Phestus cursed under his breath, freezing as a solution came into his head. He slowly turned to Sam, knowing the man was almost guaranteed to reject it. 

"I-I-I could-"

He went silent as the lady walked away, and the two heard her talking to someone nearby. Phestus realized they were out of time, and before same could react, he snatched him up. Same didn't respond for a moment, shocked, before beginning to try and free himself. 

"What are you doing?! We need to-" He was cut off by the man, a look of guilt in his eyes. 

"S-Sorry. . ." he whispered, before opening his jaw and quickly shoving the poor man inside. Sam immediately began thrashing more violently, shouting as he was dropped inside. 

"PHESTUS, DON'T. PLEASE, WE CAN-" he was cut off as the man tilted his head back, swallowing. The feeling was foreign to phestus, a motion he hadn't done in decades. He winced as he felt the small man struggling, trying to get this over with as quickly as possible. He swallowed awkwardly again, this time managing to pull the borrower deeper inside. He hesitated as he heard keys jingling in the door, swallowing more harshly as the man slipped into his esophagus. 

Sam tried his best to slow his descent, though it was for nothing as he felt himself sinking further and further down. Phestus swallowed a final time, feeling Sam land safely in his gut, the door in front of him opening at almost the same time. A man and a woman stood in the doorway, the man donning a guard's uniform. 

"Alright, who's-. . .o-oh. . ." he stammered staring wide-eyed at phestus. The woman was equally shocked, the pair frozen. Phestus broke the silence, careful to keep his voice quiet so as to not deafen Sam "What are you two staring at?" he hissed, trying to sound as harsh as he could. It was hard for him to focus on the facade as he felt the man inside of him squirming and trying to free himself. It was believable enough for the two of them though, and the woman began to stammer. 

"W-We didn't know you were coming anytime soon. W-With the building on lockdown and everything. . ." she trailed off, unable to find an excuse. The guard pushed her aside, making a path for phestus as he marched toward them. The light behind his lens took an orange tint to them instead of their natural yellow, and constricted, focusing the light.

"And who ordered this search, eh?" 

 "I'-I'm so sorry sir! I thought s-someone was trying to hide in here and I. . ." Phestus huffed at this, making his way past the man toward the main room. He was acutely aware of the eyes on him, an arm held to his stomach as he entered. The room fell almost dead silent as he did so, with the staff simply staring at him as he made his way through. Carefully making his way down the stairs, he walked straight through the center of the room, trying to ignore the sensation inside of him. His breath suddenly hitched as Sam kicked one of his more sensitive spots, making the man wince slightly in pain, though none around him seemed to notice. Before he was even halfway across the room, people were whispering among themselves, though made well sure to stay out of his path. He tried to tune out their voices, though could only do so much when he was surrounded by them. Going as quickly as he could, he hoped to reach the security checkpoints with no more incidents.

As Sam felt himself drop into Phestus' stomach, true panic set into the poor borrower. His hand flew to his belt, searching for his sword. His panic worsened as he realized he had left it with glacius, leaving him completely defenseless. Sam shot up, trying to climb his way back out to no avail. His mind was filled with memories of what had happened last time, ears twitching at the thought. Phestus had been noticeably less harsh this time, however, though just as rushed. Neither mattered to Sam, as he just wanted to free himself before anything happened. He took a deep breath, readying himself to shout.  

"PLEASE LET ME OUT! I-I'M SORRY FOR W-WHATEVER I DID JUST LET ME OUT!!!" he shouted, though there was no response. He could hear muffled voices outside, and covered his ears as he heard phestus begin to speak. Luckily for him, it was nowhere near as loud as it had been the first time, though was still as terrifying.  He soon tried to climb out again, though was knocked down as he began moving. Same resorted to simply thrashing about, hoping it would irritate the man enough to free him. He seemed unfazed for a while, though eventually his foot hit something. . .diffirent. It felt softer and more tender, and the hit elicited a flinch from the man, though he tried to hide it. Sam suddenly remembered the small flashlight glacius had given him, and pulled it off his belt, turning it on. The flesh around him was pale, and almost white, save for two spots. The esophagus above him seemed red and irritated, along with a strange scar near the sides. It looked almost like enough esophagus, though smaller and more irregular. Same winced, realizing it was most likely the entrance to his feeding tube. He shuddered as he turned off the light, hoping that if he at least irritated it enough he would be freed. 

Phestus' breathing grew rather shaky as he rushed down the hallways, trying to suppress the nausea rising in his chest. He knew Sam would be upset with what he did, but he hadn't realized his internal weakness. The pain was unlike any he had felt before, and was hard to ignore, especially while being watched. Once he was out of sight of prying eyes, phestus made his way into another secluded room, locking it behind him and backing away from the door as his breathing worsened. 

"S-Sam p-please stop. I-I was trying t-to hide you a-and-" His voice was tense and clipped, the man now holding his stomach tightly

"THEN LET ME OUT!!!" Sam yelled, continuing his assault. though he wouldn't admit it, he was growing tired and was glad his plan seemed to be working. 

"I-I can't, t-they'll see you a-and there's n-no other w-way t-to hide you. . ."

"This isn't any better! you do realize I won't be safe in here forever right?!"

sam argued, trying his best to keep most of his body off the ground. His mind began to wander, before snapping back as he spoke.

"I-If you're w-worried about a-acids, m-my body d-doesn't produce any. . . .I r-removed the glands y-years ago. . ." He pleaded, still trying to suppress his nausea. Sam stopped upon hearing this, giving phestus a moment to catch his breath.

"W-what?"

"I re-removed them decades ago. with the feeding tube, I-I didn't need them," he repeated, glad the man had finally calmed down. though his stomach was still aching, it was easier to deal with without being aggravated. 

"O-oh...." trailing off, Sam realized that he had yet to feel any burning, though was too busy panicking to notice. He shifted around, Feeling guilty for hurting them man "I didn't know...I...Sorry..."

"I understand," he said softly, simply glad the man was no longer scared. Eventually, he went back into the hallway, swiftly heading towards the cell block once more. Once near security, he began tapping his hand anxiously, though tried to appear confident as he walked towards them.

"Badge and reason p-" the man started, before looking up and realizing who was in front of him. "O-Oh! Go right ahead sir, I apologize. . ." the man quickly looked towards his monitor, hoping to avoid eye contact the the cyborg as he made his way towards him. Phestus anxiously held a hand to his stomach as he walked through, hoping his plan would work. The room was silent for a minute as the images loaded, filling him with anxiety. 

"A-all clear, go right ahead" the guard confirmed, still staring at his monitor. Phestus nodded, continuing deeper into the facility. The Hallways here were wider, with every other door replaced by a clear glass cell. after walking past countless cells, Phestus slowed upon seeing two cells at the end of the hallway. The one on the left held Glacius, glaring at the glass in front of him as he fiddled with his empty holster. To his right was Frost, quietly sitting in his cell with his knees to his chest. Before phestus got much closer, Glacius snapped his head towards him, shooting up and quickly pressing against the glass. He tried to tell him something, though no sound made it past the barrier. Frost quickly followed, a frown coming across his face as he stood up. The cyborg approached the controls nearby, his left arm shifting once more as wires snaked their way into the panel. The brother's cells quickly opened, the two of them rushing phestus. Frost was the first to speak, fear on his face.

"How did you make it in here without getting caught?" Phestus didn't respond for a second, nervously looking at glacius before answering.

"I, uh. . .technically got caught. . .B-But it's okay! T-They didn't realize what I was doing! So we're fine!" Glacius' face turned cold at this, as he hissed. 

". . .And how do you suppose we get out without them noticing now?"

"Hey, he got us out at least. That's something, right?" Frost quickly interjected, hoping to distract his brother before he lashed out at either of them.

". . .Sure," glacius sighed, his shoulders relaxing a bit before his eyes flew open.

"Where's Sam???" Phestus clammed up at the question, unprepared to answer as the two stared at him. 

"I-Uh-Um-. . .I-I left him at the hotel! But I locked the doors, s-so he should be fine!" He said nervously, trying to avoid eye contact with the two.

"What??? you left him Alone in a random hotel room???" Glacius spat, quickly storming down the hallway as the two others followed. Frost gave him an apologetic look, before catching up with his brother and whispering to him. Phestus hesitated for a second, before joining the two of them and leading them down the hallways. The way out was easier than in, and the three of them were out within mere minutes. Soon, the ground had made it to Glacius' car, climbing inside before they sped away. Phestus was still nervously tapping his fingers, worried about what would happen once they arrived back at the hotel room. The time came sooner than he thought, and phestus nervously got out as glacius unlocked their door. He had been silent the whole time over, only breaking it once the hotel door was closed behind the three of them. 

". . .Sam?" Glacius called, looking around the room for any signs of his friend. He was met with only silence, as Frost and Phestus stood still. he continued to call out, his voice growing more worried the longer he went on. Frost began to help him search, with the two soon realizing he was nowhere to be found. 

"Phestus, if Sam got lost because of you, so help me. . ." he growled, glaring at the man. Phestus began to crack, looking away as glacius got closer to him. 

". . .You know something don't you?. . .Phestus, where is he?" The cyborg backed away uncomfortable, quickly mumbling excuses as glacius got in his face. Eventually, he broke, quickly blurting out the truth.

". . . I-I may have ᵉᵃᵗᵉⁿ ʰⁱᵐ﹖" He trailed off, nervously looking at glacius while he was frozen in shock. 

"You. . .WHAT?" Glacius bellowed, grabbing the man by the collar and slamming him into the floor. Frost began to try and separate the two, but quickly backed away once glacius pulled out his dagger. 

"You lying bastard. . . " Glacius hissed, leaning in closely to his face. "If you don't spit him out, so help me god, I'm gonna gut you like a pig" Frost tried to calm him down, though was nervously glancing at Phestus as he spoke. 

"H-hey listening Glacius, m-maybe he didn't m-mean to. . right?" he looked at the cyborg with a mix of hope and disgust, hoping he would take back his words. 

"Oh, he better hope so" Glacius tightened his grip on his dagger, his glare almost as cold as the steel upon the man's torso. 

"I-I can explain p-please! I was t-trying to help hi-" he was quickly interrupted, wincing as he felt the knife being pressed into his flesh

"How the hell would that help?! Did you forget what you've done to him before?"

"N-No! I just-"

"Spit him out. Last chance." 

". . .A-Alright. . ." Phestus swallowed nervously, before forcing Sam back through his throat. Almost as soon as he was free, glacius grabbed him, checking him over worriedly. he soon stood up, going to the bath to wash Sam off. Phestus carefully stood, noticing the look of disdain from Frost. Soon, Glacius and Sam exited the bathroom, the look of fury having left the man's face. Sam went to sit next to Frost, the two whispering as Glacius approached Phestus.

"He...told me what happened" he quietly admitted, sitting down next to him. 

"I-I'm sorry, I know I-I shouldn't have-" He was cut off by glacius sighing, holding his head in his hands. 

"No no I. . .I get why you did it it's just. . ." he paused, turning to face him.

"I'm sorry for getting upset with you, you were just trying to help him. . ."

"O-Oh. . ." Phestus was unsure how to respond, expecting another berating from the man. "I. . .uh. . .y-you're welcome. . ."

"Just. Try not to do it again, Okay? Or at least warn one of us. . ." He nodded, just glad he had escaped unscathed. Glacius left once more, avoiding him for the rest of the night. He also noticed that Frost had stopped looking at him with such disgust, and it was instead curious glances here and there. 

Later that night, while glacius was asleep, same came over to talk to phestus, looking apologetic as he sat nearby. 

"I'm sorry for how glacius was acting early. . .and for messing you up inside but. . .thank you for, y'know, trying to help me. " he chuckled

"I-It's fine. . .I apologize f-for not warning you. . ." Phestus stuttered, looking at the ground. Though the others had tried to smooth things over, he still felt bad for scaring the three of them. Same sighed, gently patting his hand before gliding away. Phestus eventually drifted off to sleep, still wracked with guilt as he nodded off.

[magnuficent76]

So how does Meph go from Jonah to Mephisto?

OFHHHG OC QUESTIONS... ON MY TUMBLR ACCOUNT....

BUT OKAY lemme try to summarize ! Since this is a fan character, there might be bits of game lore that will be harder to explain, but hopefully this makes sense </3 big ramble under cut !

Tl;dr: Jonah was a factory worker who worked really hard and wanted to change the world, and then the world pummeled him to the ground ! He got so mad about this that he decided to become a cyborg about it (joking)

Jonah Caede was an extremely diligent factory worker at Hyperion (tldr of this company: it sucks ass and is lead by a egotistical space fascist) as a gun assembler. He lived an honest life at Pandora the best he could, and was quite the character considering all the horrible conditions he was under: Always very charismatic and positive, a real ray o' sunshine amidst all the violence on the wastelands. He always thought that, through a lot of work and dedication, he could change the place for the better.

Sure it was [extremely, horribly] rough around the edges, but all it needed was some dedication ! He lived in the planet for so long, and he just wants to see it be valued for something. He doesn't exactly like Hyperion's planning, or even respect the CEO very much, but if it helps the place he's willing to put personal bias aside.

[He was blinded with propaganda inside the factory and genuinely believed that this was the best course of action, he didn't know anything about the whole "murdering pretty much every pandoran no matter how innocent because CEO is a Space Fascist" thing]

Jonah had a brother called Archer, who thought he genuinely lost his mind chasing this ridiculous dream of "helping" this nowhere planet. Archer was a business man out in the system, and also extremely rich, so the idea that Jonah genuinely enjoyed living someplace so dangerous and so genuinely putrid made him so mad. He saw his brother get injured like a bajillion times (in which he had to help him pay for the expenses every time because Jonah Would Not be able to afford healthcare otherwise), and then saw him go right back anyway. He thought it was insane, and he tried talking him out of this shitty ideal world he lived in like several times, but it never seemed to work. Jonah was naive in his eyes. A real sheep that prayed for a better world that could not possibly exist. And at some point, they cut ties because of it.

Jonah was upset sure, but he didn't have time to be sad about it. He was working a lot of shifts, rising from rank to rank, promotion to promotion, even if it did kinda fuck him up. It was worth it, because at some point, he was manager of a whole factory. Not just a gun assembler, but a whole robotics chief engineer.

Wasn't easy, obviously– He gave up like half his life just to work– But it paid off well. It was not only safer work, but it paid so much better he could finally afford to relax. It gave him the opportunity to help the people around him like he always wanted too ! The factory got upgraded, wages were raised, there were plans on unionizing the workers, there were even whole city plans ! So, so many plans ! So many lives that he had the opportunity to help !

And then, it all came crashing down.

At some point, Archer came back.

Archer told the Higher Ups everything about Jonah, about his idiocy, how he's insane, how he has all these plans for the planet. To make it "better". Higher Ups obviously didnt like that much, as the plan was never to "make the planet residents' lives better" as much as it was "exploit the planet as hard as possible until it dies". They brought it up to the CEO, and he was MAD about it. So mad in fact he told people to go and kill him ! Ivan got paid a large sum of money, and Jonah was taken out by bandits to be executed badly.

[CW FOR A LOT OF VIOLENCE.]

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The plan was to cut his limbs all off ! And they almost did ! They got his other leg, and the arm, and some fingers. But for some miracle, something happened that allowed him to live. That same power that let him live for that long made it so that somehow, all the people around him dropped dead after one big flash.

Afterwards was a big blur. He doesn't know if he passed out and woke up cloned*, but everything still hurt. It was so unfair, and for what ? All he ever did in his life was try to help people and then he (pretty literally) died trying. Regardless, he made one last effort, and with the little energy he had he got teleported back to his house. And just guess what ? It was also just fucking gone. Blown up, presumably. And with his family nowhere to be found. He found a recording from Mel that was basically detailing how Hyperion showed up and was forcing them to get out, and how she was scared, how their children were scared. He never found out if they died, and just kinda was left there on his own.

So what then ? He didn't have anywhere to go. He couldn't go home, it didn't exist anymore.

[* In this world it's an option for people to get their bodies registered in a machine and then digicloned to their last "stop" basically]

From that day, Jonah kinda died. He didnt get the name "Mephisto" until some time later, but his old self was dead and buried beneath rubble. But at some point, something else came out of that grave and it was out for BLOOD.

Andddd im gonna leave it off there ! That's the story ! Jonah has a terrible no good awful time and then comes back wrong after !!! Yay !!!!!

[i-will-cry-you-a-river]

When Morty jumped and turned around to confront the person touching him, instead of an unusually touchy-feely crew member, it's Rick he saw, laughing.

"O-oh-ho-ho, th-eugh-the kitten has c-claws," he chuckled, taking a swing out of his signature bottle. "D-didn't w-want to give y-euhh-ou a fright."

"I-i-it's o-okay, you didn't- you didn't scare me," Morty stammered, ignoring the fact that his head was throbbing at the same quick tempo his heart was beating. Self-consciously, Morty reached back, rubbing his hand against the nape of his neck. Rick Sanchez was the only person in the whole universe who could make him feel like this with just the intense stare of his eyes.

"Y-euhhg-ou b-became a man since we s-st-ugh-arted our j-journey, d-d-didn't you, Kitten?" He asked with a strange smile on his face, caressing Morty's stubbled cheek. Morty blushes at both the unexpected, yet very much welcomed touch, and the blotchy stubble he wore that looked more like a bald baby bird than a proper beard.

He only noticed the growing hair a few days ago. Getting lost track of how long they've been in space, he didn't really know how old he was exactly when his beard grew, but it was a greatly expected moment in his life. Still, even if he noticed it, nobody else did, as the hair was so fine and it only grew in patches. But Rick noticed.

Morty told his excited heart to shut up and be quiet.

"I-I-I g-guess so," he chuckled self-consciously, the bright red slowly creeping down on his neck.

"D-d-eugh-o-o you w-want me to t-t-take care of t-that for you?" Rick asked, and even he was standing upright, Morty managed to almost trip over the mop he held in his hands.

"W-w-w-wha-at?" He stammered even harder than usual.

Rick softly caressed a patch of fine hair on his chin, "I-I guess nob-bleugh-ody thought y-you how to s-shave. I can d-do i-it for you."

Morty's inside turned into a warm, gooey mush, dropping his mop as his knees and arms weakened. "I-i- y-you, s-sure?" he blushed, looking up at the bigger man from under his eyelashes.

"G-good. I m-mean, fine, if you w-w-eugh-ant me to," Rick coughed, sending a wink that made Morty's knees even shakier. The young boy wondered if Rick was really that oblivious, or he knew it very much what he was doing with Morty's feelings. "Come then."

As the ship's cook - and scientist, mechanist, and everything in-between -, Rick had the luxury to have his own sleeping quarter. A tiny one, but still better than any of the crew member's. Morty hesitated following the cyborg down his room, not because he was afraid, but because of the possible intimacy of the shaving. He wasn't sure his young, overly excited heart could deal with that.

But he followed Rick. He would follow him anywhere.

"C-come on in, K-itten," Rick chuckled. "W-welcome to my l-lab," he said, opening his arms in a 'this is me' gesture.

It really was a lab. The tiny space was packed full of various chemicals and mechanical parts, everything screaming Rick to him. The smell of him concentrated in the stale air, mixed with the potent smell of alcohol and other substances, overwhelming Morty's senses. He wanted nothing more than wrapping himself around with Rick's smell and presence. Being there was the second best thing.

"W-well, co-eugh-me on, sit," he motioned to the only chair in the room, next to a small table that held a bowl of water, a bar of soap and a crumpled towel. Morty sat.

Swinging a mouthful of the bottle that never seemed to be out of alcohol, Rick held it out as an offering. "W-want some, Kitten," he asked, burping in the middle of the question.

Nodding, Morty accepted with shaking hands, and took a sip. It was strong, stronger than anything he tasted before, but it instantly took the edge of some of his nervousness, so he swallowed another mouthful before giving the bottle back to it's owner.

Rick raised an impressed eyebrow. "H-huh, look at that, K-Kitten c-ough-an hold his own."

Morty could barely stop himself from blurting out, 'I broke into my alcoholic mother's liquor cabinet when I was twelve. She always had lots of alcohol that she was addicted to ever since her father left her when she got pregnant with my sister, and I wanted to know why her drinks made her so drowsy."

"I c-can take a l-l-lot of things," he said insteady unintentionally suggestively.

Rick just shook his head, smirking at the blushing boy. "W-well, let's get started!"

Taking the towel off the table, Rick laid it on Morty's shoulders to cover his chest. Walking behind the sitting boy, Morty could feel himself getting more and more tense, not seeing what he was doing. The big form of Rick Sanchez was towering over his back, his full chest pressing against Morty's back, his warmth sweeping into his bones. Suddenly, the boy couldn't breathe, his inside was like a jelly, quivering and malleable. He wouldn't have mind to experience the feeling of Rick's closeness in other settings too.

He could feel Rick's breath hitting the back of his head at every exhale, and Morty could smell the foul scent of alcohol in it. It told a lot of things about the boy that instead of being repulsed, he wanted to taste it from inside the source.

"Pass-s me those t-things, w-will ya?" Rick asked, raising a finger towards the bar of soap and the bowl of water. Morty leaned forward, then offered them to the older man. "H-o-eugh-ld the water," he instructed, and Morty did. He could hear the splashes of the water as Rick worked the soap between his palms - one flesh, other cybernetic - to coax out the suds.

"I-I'll put the lather o-on your f-burp-ace, then c-clean it away," Rick explained the process.

Morty had only one question. "W-where's th-the r-razor?"

A whirring sound, a click and a swoosh could be heard, and Rick reached around to show the gleaming blade in the stead of his cybernetic hand. A shiver ran through Morty's body, and even he couldn't decide whether that was because he was afraid or turned on.

Well, the latter, definitely, but maybe a bit of the former too.

"L-let's g-get started th-eugh-then, Kitten," Rick said. Morty didn't feel ready for Rick's organic hand to cup the back of his neck, large and heavy and warm, tilting his head the way he wanted, smearing slippery suds all over his face. He was not ready for the gentle touches as Rick coated his face with lather. Morty had to remind himself to keep breathing.

He was even less prepared for the dangerous pressure of Rick's blade as it slid across his cheeks, carving a clean line through the lather. Morty exhaled shakily.

He is shaving me, he thought dazedly.

Rick worked uncharacteristically slow, getle and cautious even if he was more than a little intoxicated. It never even o cured Morty that he could have been in danger. He was too gone on Rick for that, too trusting and dependent.

Before long, Morty had to move to accommodate Rick's reach, now that he was shaving the other side of his face with short, precise strokes. The press of the razor, Rick's gentle hand on his face, the feeling of his chest on his back, being surrounded by Rick's tights, he felt like he was floating. He wanted that moment to never end. Morty wipes his sweaty palms in his pants, hoping Rick wouldn't notice his nerves.

"A-another sip?" Rick asked, and Morty nodded eagerly. Gripping the neck of the bottle, Morty took a gulp for himself to steel his nerves, then passed it to the older man. When Rick burped and handed it back to Morty, the bottle was empty, not a drop of liquid in it. He hoped the closeness affected Rick as much as it affected him.

The last few strokes were finished too soon. Morty could have fallen asleep, using Rick's chest as a pillow, the repetitive motions lulling him, relaxing him, at the same time, exciting him like nothing before. Not even Jessica, the redhead from home, nor any of the beauties he saw before boarding the ship. They were so close to each other like never before, and Morty wanted to savor the feeling of Rick's body pressed firmly against his. The old man's flat stomach, his strong tights, his… he swallowed. Morty's buzzed mind couldn't help but wonder if he could take that big cock that was pressed against his back. Probably not, it felt too big even behind clothes. But he could take him in his mouth, or between his thighs, allowing Rick to use him like his personal toy. Morty knew it would feel good.

He had to bite back the disappointed whine when the old man's hands left his face. As the task was done, way too soon, disappointment flooded his body. He wanted it to last forever, to hold on these new feelings. Without Rick's hand to warm him, he felt cold, cold and alone, even if the room didn't left much space for them to be far away from each other. Yet, as soon as the shaving was finished, it was as if a gate closed between them. Rick on one side, and him on the other.

He wanted to weep.

He could still feel Rick's breathing against his back, his chest pushing against him, the slightest pressure of his hand on his shoulder. Yet he never felt farther away from Morty.

At once, the weird tension disappeared as Rick slapped his hands together, his cybernetic one once again razorless. "T-these you g-go. S-smooth, l-like a ba-aaaaugh-by's butt." Morty wasn't sure if he just imagined the strain in Rick's voice or not.

"T-t-thank you," he whispered, not confident enough to be able to talk in his normal voice. He smoothed a hand on his cheek, imagining he could still feel Rick's much bigger hand on it, feeling the old man's precise work.

Rick did that.

Rick shaved him.

Rick caressed him.

Morty felt dizzy. It must have been the alcohol, as was the weakness in his legs when he tried to get up. He must have been more intoxicated than he thought.

(Intoxicated on Rick, his mind traitorously added.)

"T-th-thanks," he repeated. His legs were unsteady under him, but they were just doing fine, as he realized he was already in front of the door, unconsciously trying to escape from the overwhelming emotions.

He hesitated for a moment, a beat of anxious, uncomfortable silence. Then he pushed the door open, bolting out like his life depended on it.

The sudden burst of energy was gone by the time he closed the door behind him. Needing a moment for himself, he leaned against the door, trying to keep his heart from exploding, and regulating his breathing, he heard it.

A deep groan, muffled, but distinguishable, then a mumbled, "Y-euhhg-ou are too o-old for this shit. H-huh co-ough-ld be your g-grandson, for f-fuck's sake."

Warmth flooded his body. He wasn't the only one having feelings for the other, after all.

[owlbearwrites]

WtW Ghost Gala - Day 11: Bats

How would your WIP change if a minor character became the protagonist?

Interestingly enough, while writing a bit of worldbuilding yesterday about Rowan's cryo stasis adventures and cybernetics, I realized that the goings-on in his orbital habitat during his 200-year snooze would make a great space horror all on their own. (Some details here, CW for body horror and human experimentation.)

However, for a story taking place at roughly the same time as Rowan's search for his missing, presumed-apocalypsed boyfriend, the best choice of minor character to promote would be one Henry Flowers, gunslinger extraordinaire... and also an android.

For a little bit of background, Henry Flowers was created by my friend Kayleigh Pepper, and is a star of many of her creative projects, including this short Western film, to which I had the pleasure of contributing as a script editor (cw for discussion of child death and adult execution). She graciously allowed me to borrow him for a brief romp through the post-apocalypse, for the part of the story where Rowan needs a guide/bodyguard to explore a dangerous part of Boston ruins.

Here's the fun part: in the world of my novel, Henry Flowers didn't start out as an android, but was a fictional character from the pre-apocalypse era, the much-beloved star of numerous comics and films (by the critically acclaimed K. H. Pepper, obviously).

However, an advanced android stranded on Earth some time after the nukes found themselves with no memory or personality, and, being advanced enough to be disturbed by that, decided to adopt an existing personality wholesale. After extensive research through surviving remains of popular culture, they settled on Henry Flowers. And the rest is history.

(The character isn't very well-known in the post-apocalypse, so most people who meet Henry just take him for an android who, for whatever reason, dresses and talks like he's from the Wild West; stranger things have happened. But for someone like Rowan, who skipped 200 years and arrived with the knowledge of pre-apocalypse popular culture intact... well, imagine you meet someone and they introduce themselves as Bruce Wayne or Tony Stark. Dead serious, like. Or, y'know, you suddenly feel like you're in Westworld.)

So, were I to place Henry in the protagonist seat, the story would begin when Rowan first came to him looking for help in his search from Jack. It would probably be an episodic tale, featuring several instances of helping a lanky cyborg look for his man, with some adventures and bounty hunting in-between. Oh, and there's a robot horse I absolutely need to introduce him to!

[godfrey-industries]

Muse Profile.

Rules: Repost with information about your muse, including headcanons if needed. If you don’t know some of the answers, feel free to add some other categories of your own! When you’re done, tag 15 other people to do the same!

Tagged by: @jocundcompany​ Tagging: YOU!

B A S I C S .

Name: Yarbert J Godfrey

Age: Around Early 30s

Birthdate: April 4th

Species: Human Esper

Gender and Pronouns: Male He/Him

Orientation: Pansexual Demiromantic

Profession: Scientist, Engineer, and Adventurer

P H Y S I C A L  A S P E C T S .

Hair: Black at shoulder length kept in a bun and under a hat. Has two kiss curls that poke out of the front

Eyes: Black but turn green when using psychic powers

Skin: Dark skin

Height: 5 ft. 10 in.

Weight: 180 lb

F A M I L Y .

Siblings: Yarbrough Godfrey (Late Thirties) Yarbert’s older brother and the original creator of portal technology. Was sent to another dimension by Yarbert in a fit of jealousy and is currently a transcended cosmic being.

Parents: York and Yvette Godfrey. (Age Unknown) An old eccentric couple from a bygone era and heads of many legitimate and illegitimate businesses.

Grandparents: Unknown

Other Relatives: Unknown

Any Pets?: A few Pokemon he’s been given over time.

Any Kids?: (Let’s stick to the main kids) Alouette Garnier Godfrey (Age 5) A young girl with an electronic brain and immense psychic power. Rena 31 Godfrey (Age set to 22) A magitech android with an artificial soul that Yarbert found in his travels. He recently adopted her as his daughter

Relationship Status?: Depends on the timeline.

S K I L L S .

Intellect, Yarbert’s greatest strength is his mind. He is a polymath and his knowledge is so great that he has mastery over almost every science. he has made breakthroughs in such varied fields as space travel, extra-dimensional travel, biochemistry, robotics, computers, communications,  transportation, holography, energy generation, and more. He is an expert on other dimensions and the methods by which to travel to and through them. He also has a photographic memory.

Being a cyborg, Yarbert is stronger than the average human. his cybernetics granted him armored skin as well as enhanced muscles and organs. His lungs were modified to be capable of underwater breathing

His most powerful cyborg ability is the Acceleration Mode. Using this device, Yarbert can move at incredible speeds, making everything around him stop to a stand still or move very slowly.heritage

Lastly is his psychic abilities which comes from his Esper heritage. Such as the ability to absorb and store all manners of energy and release as powerful shock waves. He can also generate and manipulate electricity.

T R A I T S .

Strengths or Positives: As previously stated, Yarbert’s greatest strength is his mind. He’s an observant and pragmatic man. Someone who prefers to plan things out instead of rushing into a situation recklessly. Even when forced to be reckless, Yarbert can show his resourceful and cunning side, quickly making back up plans and strategies for when things go south. He is not the best at controlling his emotions but he’ll try to keep up his calm and relaxed attitude. Wishing to present himself as a civil polite traveler just passing through the area. While he does not consider himself to be, Yarbert is kind and gentle man who values the relationships that he builds. No matter how smart people think he might already be. Yarbert is always trying to expand his understanding and knowledge to find the best answer to solve any problem.

Weaknesses or Negatives: Yarbert has a tendency to be controlling or complicate simple obvious answers and will make huge errors of judgement. He can come across as patronizing or dismissive and doesn’t always carry himself in the most respectable way. He can become irritated or livid to the point where he can take on a cold composure. Still keeping a polite civil tone of voice that can across as condescending and patronizing. But even that can’t last as that cold calmness can explode into a blind rage with a flurry of insults and threats the more ground he loses as his biggest flaws that he tries his best to keep in control, his ego and vulnerability are quickly put on the spot. Yarbert’s belief in truth is also why he is so self critical and why he is so driven to always having all the facts and answers. He knows every choice comes with unintended consequences as the last time he made a choice based on his ego and not the facts caused the accident with his brother Yarbrough and he is desperate to not let that happen again.

L I K E S .

Colors: Green and Gold

Smells: Cinnamon and Chocolate

Textures: Wood, Porcelain, and Steel.

Drinks: Coffee, Cola, and Brandy

O T H E R  D E T A I L S .

Smokes?: No

Drugs?: No

Driver’s License?: Yes.

Ever Been Arrested?: This man has committed so many crimes but somehow has yet to be arrested...or he has and he just forgot.

[azeutreciathewicked]

I am SO glad I finally picked this up and read it. I wish I had read it sooner.

This was written in 2005 and brings the best of Heinlein's Starship Troopers while introducing outstanding technology ethics questions. The obligatory drill sergeant scene was hilarious to me, having seen and read my share as well as having experienced a watered-down version of it in officer training (I did ROTC and served as an officer for several years to pay for college, like many young people who couldn't afford college). It was a great subversion of the genre trope and refreshing in many ways in its honest. For me, the book picked up in the second half as we got to see the ethical issues emerge: is the Colonial Defense Force really just defending colonies? What are the implications of the technologies being used to make super soldiers?

Reading this book today reveals that Scalzi was visionary in portraying a generation of young people who were born literally wired in to a social media analogue, and showing the cultural and social schism that would result from that upbringing. As a recovering academic who used to study topics like cyborg theory, this floored me to see in how accurately it was shown. I LOVE this book for that and more, and eagerly picked up the next two books in the series. A funny coincidence: I had picked up book 5 many years ago when I was doing retail therapy by grabbing discount paperbacks prior to grad school. It's been on my shelf forever, and I keep seeing it and thinking, "Scalzi seems really cool; I should read this," but never got around to it. I'm glad I get to read this series in order, and am excited to finally read that book when it's time.

Books really are there for when we need them. And this was the right time for me to read this book, just as it was the right time for me to read Starship Troopers when I was getting ready to leave Active Duty while stationed overseas. This book was refreshing after the genres I'd been mired in, and I'm reminding myself of my love of scifi, space opera, and space marines with this.

[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Nine

Neither of us can see the dance floor, just wall to wall people, but as Marnie and I squeeze our way into the centre of the crowd, space opens up for us miraculously and we start to dance with each other, bumping against the people next to us so that they’ll move over and give us more room. The music is this thumping, repetitive thing that keeps building and building until it drops, explodes, and everyone starts jumping up and down so much that I worry the floor will give way underneath us. 

“Jesus.” I mutter to myself as I try to balance my cup of vodka and Ribena, focussed only on it and the liquid threatening to spill over onto my hand as the person next to me flails his arms around like one of those inflatable tube men they put up outside car dealerships. Marnie grabs me and starts spinning me around while screaming something I can’t hear. For some reason I choose this moment to bring the glass to my mouth to try and decant some of it but I end up getting it down my chin instead. I wipe it away self consciously but nobody is looking at me. The lights are too dim to see much anyway, and with the strobes I feel I’d be just as good if I were blind. 

I lean into Marnie to shout into her ear. “Where’s Ulysses?”

“He’s gone to get something for me.” She screams back, and then waggles her eyebrows around exotically as if I’m meant to know what she means by that. 

Ulysses is her new boyfriend-who-isn’t-actually-her-boyfriend. He’s a fourth year student of English Lit and looks even gawkier than I had imagined when she described him to me. I don’t even know when they met each other, he just materialised one day and now I have to accept him into our friend group and not ask questions like “Does he speak?” and “Does he make Math Rock music? He looks like he’d be into that.” I can’t believe I know a real live man, from Dublin, whose name is Ulysses, it just feels too on the nose.

On cue he comes into our little section of the crowd and stands there stoically like a cyborg with hands perfectly straight as his sides. I’m in disbelief as I watch him emerge. Where does she find these guys? Does she hold an open casting call for them? She goes over to him and they have a brief conversation, and I watch him hand something to her. She kisses his robot cheek and then comes back over to me with a hand outstretched. 

“You want?” She bellows. I look at three pills in her palm, the blue colouring in them bleeding into the sweat on her hand, and the Mitsubishi logo debossed on them. A strange choice, but I suppose they have to put something on them, they can’t just say ECSTACY, it might be a bit obvious.  I take in the scene for a moment, her hand out to me with her glow in the dark pink nails, glitter all over her face and body, she looks like the stock party girl from one of those anti drug posters they hang up in your secondary school. I close her fingers around them and push them away. 

“I’m good.” I tell her. “I’m not feeling it.” 

She shrugs. “Okay. We’re going to, though, if that’s cool.”

“Yeah of course, obviously.” I smile even though the idea of them being on drugs while I’m still perfectly sober strikes up a distinct uneasiness within me. 

“Here, gimme.” She says, holding her hand out for my cup and I just hand it off to her and let her go over to Ulysses and use my vodka to help them swallow. I don’t even want it back. I don’t really want to be here at all, in fact, I’m just waiting for the countdown so I can wash my hands of this entire cursed year and go home to bed. 

I think about how hungry I am the whole time that I dance by myself. Maybe I’ll get a kebab after this… no, chips. Maybe a pizza? Pizza sounds good. My stomach gnaws away at itself but I keep dancing. We’ve been here forever already, surely it’s almost midnight by now. 

The DJ suddenly cuts the music and grabs her microphone. “TEN!” She screams, and then the whole dancefloor joins her in the countdown. 

NINE!

EIGHT!

SEVEN!

SIX!

FIVE!

FOUR!

THREE!

TWO!

ONE!

HAPPY NEW YEAR! There’s an uproarious cheer and then everyone is hugging and kissing and throwing their arms around one another, and I watch Marnie and Ulysses dive towards each other to kiss.  Even as I wonder if kissing him would be equal to the experience of making out with a cadaver, I feel a pang of emptiness inside me, a feeling of some piece of me that is missing. For that brief moment where I have nobody to hug or kiss me, I feel very alone. Then I just yearn for a pizza again. A pizza and my own warm bed. 

“It’s 2012, bitch.” Marnie says as she comes towards me and kisses me on the mouth. “The year of strong women.” 

I think telling her that actually, I’m not a strong woman. By definition I’m sure I’d be better defined as one who is decidedly weak, but then I don’t bother because the lights dip back down and the thumping electronica continues like nothing ever happened. I take her shoulder and say into her ear that I’m going to go and get some food, and she tells me to do whatever I want, so I let her get back to Ulysses and shimmy through the crowd, collect my jacket from the cloakroom, and then exit onto George’s Street.

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[jedislut]

Night Shift

THIS IS AN 18+ PIECE OF FICTION. please do not read on if you are underage or uncomfortable with NSFW fanfiction!!!

[warnings:] Mean Dom! Doc Ock, dub-con (?), smutty smutty smut smut, cumplay, degradation, degrading nicknames, male recieving oral, female receiving oral, unprotected sex, P in V sex, no aftercare, AFAB reader (didnt massively use gendered language but mentions of things like pussy, babygirl, etc.)

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hey hey hey everyone!! thanks for all the patience on this one, i enjoyed writing it so much !! (probably a little too much if you know what i mean LOL) ENJOY!!!

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you padded to the kitchen to get a drink. studying for this stupid project had you hunched over and stressed out for the past hour, chewing pen lids and frantically typing on your computer about all sorts of things you didn’t understand, so it was high time you go and stretch out.

you closed your eyes and rolled your neck after taking a sip, happy to feel the cold water sliding down your throat. You loved what you did, but sometimes on nights like this you wished you could make it all vanish and think about something else. You topped up your glass, and reluctantly headed back to your room. 

You let out a deep sigh as you pushed open the door, knowing you had far too much to do in too little time before your deadline in a couple days.

'What's wrong, darling?'

You froze. your blood went cold as a deep voice crept out of the dark corner of your room.

you didn't realise you had dropped your glass until you felt cold water hit your now boiling skin, the crash of the glass snapping you out of your frozen state. you opened your mouth to scream, but before you could even draw in a breath to your lungs, a hard metal claw had managed to snap itself around your soft cheeks, the fat bulging around its hard edges.

'I've been watching you for a while. Watching you walk around in barely anything. Letting just about anyone walk through these doors, just to leave you disappointed. You gave me no choice but to help you… I know you, I know this is what you want,'

Your tears had started to slip down your flushed skin and hit the metal.

As he was talking, he started to step into the light cast by the one lamp on your desk. you shook in fear and anticipation with the sound of his hard boots hitting the floor.

'I know you,' he repeated, 'and you will soon come to realise that I can take everything from you. So try not to scream, I'd really rather not hurt you.' 

He was huge. 6'2 and made of muscle and fat, so much so that it seemed like he was ten times the size of you, and the way he was looking at you... it's like he could've devoured you.

You stared into his Hazel eyes as he stood a foot away from you. Slowly his mechanical arm detached itself from your face and as it did, another more human arm came up to gently rub the red marks left in your jaw.

'Who the fuck are you and how did you get in here?' you whispered, mainly because you felt like you wouldn't be able to raise your voice if you tried.

He didn't answer. Instead he lightly tapped your face with a smirk and walked over to your notes that were covering every conceivable surface in your room. You watched him as he mulled around, sometimes stopping to read your writing and mutter something about you being very bright under his breath. A heat came to your cheeks as you were being praised, every part of you incredibly confused by this entire interaction. You should be more scared!! There's a fucking cyborg man who just told you he could kill you walking around your room, and here you are lapping up praise like a needy schoolgirl.

While you still wouldn't dare move a muscle, terrified of the behemoth man in your space, you found yourself taking a moment to stare inquisitively at his tentacles. Your brain didn't want to absorb the fact that this man was clearly half robot, and that those robots seemed to have a life of their own; one keeping its beady red center focused on you at all times, while the other three floated around the man's figure, dressed in a black roll neck and some pressed black slacks, held up by a simple but smart belt, the whole ensemble so simple it seemed the kind of thing that would actually cost hundreds of dollars. 

As he moved past you, you inhaled softly, unable to ignore the smell of worn leather, the muskiness of sweat and cigar smoke filling your lungs. 

After what felt like an eternity, he decided to move his attention back to you.

As slowly as he paced around your room, he started to move towards you, not moving his eyes off of yours. He stood close enough to you that you felt his breath moving the peach fuzz on your cheek. He leant in so his lips were ghosting against the shell of your ear as he whispered;

'You don't know this yet. But you will come to have my name burned in every corner of your mind. In every atom of your body, you will find me. You will never be able to escape how good I can make you feel; in every partner you will look for me.'

His voice made every hair on your body stand on end, and the fear you felt started to transform into a heat in your stomach and a tingle in your clit.

' You may call me Otto. '

A small gasp came from your parted lips.

The silence stretched on forever as every part of you came alive under his gaze.

His gloved hand came up and he traced his finger down your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps and desire.

'Say it,' he commanded.

You attempted to speak, but nothing came out of your suddenly parched throat. It took you swallowing and gently clearing your throat before you could even start to make a noise.

'Otto.'

As the word passed your plush lips, a smile crept onto his. Suddenly, his mouth was on yours and you were breathing each other in and his hand was on your neck and in your hair. His metal arms had started to surround you and their bright red eyes interrogated every inch of your body.

His hands were fucking everywhere and yours traveled up his arms, where you felt muscle rippling under his feverish skin. You went on like this for what felt like hours until he pushed you violently onto your bed. His hands messily ripped your very few items of clothing off your body while you panted under his touch. 

He was muttering under his breath that you belong to him, and though you were pretty sure this strange man was slightly insane, every word he said lit you on fire.

His touch felt its way up your leg while you shook in anticipation. He stared at your slick pussy with a shit eating grin on his mouth, ‘I knew you wanted this, you fucking slut’.

With that, he pressed his flat palm over your entire area, the warmth making you roll into his contact with a string of swear words falling from your mouth. 

‘Remember slut, I want to hear my name,’ he spoke with an edge of warning hidden behind his words. 

You started to beg: ‘please Otto, please! I need you to fuck me, I need you to touch me… please Otto, I need to feel you inside of me!’

He grabbed you and pulled you up until you on the same eye level, ‘If you are going to be so fucking desperate, you can wait. I asked to hear my name, not a monologue’. He punctuated his sentence by dropping you without warning, making your knees buckle under the sudden pressure of your weight. 

His metal appendages were behind you in an instant, wrapped around your arms, keeping you in place on the floor while you stared up at the doctor. 

He removed one glove with his teeth so that he could undo his trousers and free his bulging dick from their prison of fabric. He smiled down at your shocked reaction when his huge cock bounced in front of your eyes, and a small ‘oh shit,’ escaped without thinking. 

He called your attention back to his eyes with a click of his fingers, and while placing his leather gloves back onto his thick, tanned fingers, he spoke; ‘I want you to take all of me. I don’t want you to make a single fucking sound. Got it, baby?’ you nodded, the fear you felt earlier creeping back into your body when you realised that you have no way out of this huge man and his huge cock about to seemingly split you in two.

With that, he placed one huge hand on the back of your head, and used the other hand to open your mouth and collect as much spit as he could from you, using it to lube up his veiny dick before pushing your head forward so that you could wrap your mouth around the already leaking head. 

The sustained growl you heard coming from deep in his throat sent a shiver straight down your back and into your slick heat. 

You closed your eyes and bobbed your head over his tip, using your tongue to swirl around and lick the underside of his shaft. The more you fit into your mouth the more he groaned and swore at you, calling you all sorts of combinations of degrading names. You could hear the blood rushing past your ears as you started to lose breath, but all you wanted to do was please the man who had you at his mercy. 

You pulled away when his grip faltered on your head for a moment, using the few precious seconds to try and get as much air into your lungs as you could, your jaw slack and your lidded eyes staring up at him. 

‘Come on baby, I know you can do better than that, huh?’, with that, he pushed his entire length into you, making your nose hit his pubes, letting you breathe in his sweaty and earthy scent, while he rutted into the back of your throat. His fingers dug into your scalp, tangling in your hair, and you were thankful he kept his gloves on because you almost think he'd cut your skin with the pressure if it weren't for the extra layer.

As you choked around him, you could feel him getting more and more desperate, his thrusts getting deeper and more erratic while your spit ran down your chin and started to hit your thighs in cold pools. Just as you started to feel your vision cloud, and your sight starting to gain little black spots, he snapped his hips hard and fast into your throat, swearing through his gritted teeth and tipping his head back. The metal tentacles tightened around you and you felt his warm cum shoot into your mouth and throat. You had to squeeze your eyes to stop yourself from coughing or making noise when the sudden warm sensation hit you. 

He sighed deeply and contently, slowly pulling out of your soft mouth. He smiled wickedly down at you. 

‘Good little cumslut, you took me so well baby,’ he purred at you with his hoarse, lust-filled voice. 

The constricting metal arms loosened around you as he knelt down at your level, taking a moment to watch you gasp and try to get your vision back to normal. The warm cum had started to drip out of your mouth as you desperately tried to breathe. He tutted at you, and used his huge leather-clad fingers to scoop up the cum from your chin and thighs and place it back onto your quivering tongue. 

‘Stupid little slut, we don’t want to waste this stuff do we? We need you full up, my gorgeous whore’. 

You swallowed all his salty semen and nodded at his words, sucking the remainder off of his gloves as he cooed insults into your foggy brain. 

He placed himself back into his trousers and with the assistance of his metal appendages, he picked you up and placed you on your bed, face up with your ass hanging off the edge. His warm hands held open your soft thighs and he peppered kisses into your inner thigh. You were certain he could feel the heat radiating off of your cunt, you were so desperate for any contact that you started to roll your hips slightly. 

‘Only because you took me so well, I am going to let you cum. You hear me baby? I want you to cum on my face and show me how much you need me,’ 

‘Yes Otto, Thank you thank you thank you’, you mumbled, still in a blissful state from the force of what he had just done to you. 

He laughed at you, and licked a gentle, flat stripe up the entire length of your pussy. 

‘Fffffffuuuckk Otto,’ you groaned down to him as he continued torturing you with his soft, wet tongue. 

He replaced his hands with metal claws on your thighs, pushing you open further and snaking one arm onto your stomach to get better leverage on you as he fucked you with his mouth. 

You jutted your hips into him and gasped when his aquiline nose hit your clit and sent a shot of pure pleasure through your entire body. 

You keened highly when suddenly he removed himself from your cunt. Propping yourself up onto your elbows to watch what he was doing, he rose to meet your face. Just as you opened your mouth to beg him to touch you again, you felt two of his huge gloved fingers slip into you without any resistance, immediately hitting your g spot with ease. 

You screamed out as he started fucking you, hard, with his skilled fingers. He curled up into you with expert precision, it was like he had done this a million times before with you. 

He swallowed your moans by attaching his mouth to yours and kissing you so passionately that you almost could've cum right there and then. Everything he was doing to you was sending you fucking mad, your eyes fell backwards and tears started to fall onto your cheeks for the second time in god knows how long. 

‘That's it baby, I know, I know,’ he cooed as he moved back in between your legs.

He carried on pumping his girthy fingers into you as he swirled circles around your clit, the pressure building in you by the second. You arched your back and your hands shot down to grab his thick black curls as you scrambled for anything to give you something to hold on to.

As you pulled his hair in your fists, he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of your tummy, the metal claws almost piercing your skin with the sudden change in his emotion. 

He growled so loudly and possessively into you that you felt the vibration in your core. 

He fucked you harder and harder until everything went white and you couldn't even hear the scream coming out of your open mouth or feel the tears rolling down your cheeks. Your whole body arched into his touch and shook under his every movement, as he continued fucking you through your orgasm, wanting to taste every drop of your cum.

‘Holy fucking shit Otto,’ you panted, ‘who the fuck are you?’

The aftershocks spasmed through you sporadically, making the doctor chuckle every time, every now and again getting a small ‘fucking pathetic’ from him as he watched you try to regain control over your body. 

He brought his hand up to your mouth and you graciously accepted it and licked all your cum off of him, smiling around his warm fingers.

Once he decided you had enough recovery time, he simply commanded you to ‘Get up. Now’.

On shaky legs like a fawn, you stood in front of him. He rose to his full height and started to walk towards you, his chest pushing into you and causing you to stumble backwards until you were pressed up against the cold wall, the cyborg man staring down at you with a dark expression. 

‘Turn around for me, slut,’ 

Obviously, you weren't moving fast enough for his liking, because he rolled his eyes and grabbed your hips, flipping you around until your face pressed into the wall and your ass was pressing into his crotch. 

‘You see how fucking hard you made me? You need to take care of this, okay?’

You nodded against the wall and as you heard him unzipping his trousers once again, you heard the whirring of metal moments before you felt claws gripping each of your ankles and wrists, fastening you in your place. 

The cold edges pressed into your skin as his hands roamed your body, grabbing your soft skin, cupping your ass as it pressed into him. Groans escaped him without hesitation as he remarked how beautiful you were. His huge digits eventually settle, one on your throat and one guiding his hard erection through your folds. You shook as your hole clenched, wanting to swallow his length in and be pumped full of him. 

He traced the head of his cock over your clit, both of you letting out shaky breaths at the feeling. 

Without warning, he pushed his entire dick into you, eliciting a scream from you and a feral growl from him as he bottomed out, his tummy hitting your back.

he stayed like this for a minute, savouring the feeling of your cunt quivering around him, begging for stimulation. Slowly, he pulled out and pushed back in, hitting your cervix with a gorgeous ache. Although you were shivering from the cold, you felt heat creeping from your cheeks down onto your chest. He pumped into you slowly while gently rolling your nipple in between his hands.

Those fucking gloves.

‘Oh god, fuck me oh God’ you moaned out between his fastening strokes. 

‘There's no God here, sweetheart. Or have you just forgotten. My. Fucking. Name? Huh?,’ He snapped his hips into yours harder with each word. 

‘Oh fuck! Fuck me Otto-’ You wept out, losing control over your raspy voice with every stroke he fucked deep into you, a fizzing sensation rising in your belly as he hit your spot over and over again until your screams of his name turned into unintelligible yells and moans. 

His grip tightened around your neck and his hand slid down from where it was gripping your waist to rub messy circles into your clit. You keened out into the cold air, every noise you made making him lose more of his composure every second. 

Your hands balled into fists as the metal arms held you tighter into the wall. The steel dented your walls with the pressure, but you couldn't give less of a fuck. 

‘Holy fuck, my gorgeous little kitten.. Your pussy is fucking dripping for me. You couldn't have fucking kept me away from you if you tried’ he breathed into your ear, making your head tip back and rest on his thick arm as it bent you back towards his chest. 

His fingers rubbing into your clit got rushed, and his thrusts got faster and harder. 

‘Please Otto, please, I’m gonna fucking cum- don’t stop!,’ you screamed while a heat spread over every muscle in your body.

‘Don’t you fucking dare, you don’t deserve to, Slut’ he barked at you, snapping you out of your building orgasm and making you desperately try to stave off the feeling of ecstasy in your cunt. 

He thrust into you hard; once, twice, three times, before you felt a warmth ooze into you. 

You groaned as tears fell down your cheeks from the loss of your orgasm, shaking like a leaf in his arms.

He stayed inside you for a while, both of you breathing in each others air: you with your sweaty forehead pressed into the cool wall, and him resting his head against your back. 

After a moment, he pulled out of you slowly. 

The vice grip he had on your arms and legs loosened as you collapsed onto the floor, legs shaking under you. He composed himself before crouching in front of you. He stared into your eyes and pushed his fingers into your throbbing pussy. Your eyes rolled back into your head, overstimulated and frankly, fucking exhausted, as he curled his fingers up into you and collected as much of his warm cum onto his fingers as he could. He placed the liquid onto your tongue, making you clean him off for the second time that night, before kissing you, spreading the salty flavours between your tongues. 

He pulled away from you and placed his wet glove onto your reddened cheek, slightly squishing your face under his strong fingers. 

You attempted to keep your gaze on him as he placed you onto your bed, but you were fast losing your ability to stay awake. 

‘I'll see you soon, Baby.’ you hear him taunt, while you slip into an exhausted slumber. 

The only thing you saw as you tried to keep your eyes open was your curtains gently blowing in the light breeze made by your open window.

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Sleepless in Denver (Chapter 7)

Disclaimer: In this chapter, I tried to dive a bit deeper into the specific of how cyborg body works (I failed). Each time I re-read my own work it feels much worse, so I just hope that some of the mistakes I make won’t scare you off.  In the beginning, my idea was more of sticking to the canonic game story, but after a while I decided to make more of the alternative route with “what if..” , this means that some of the encounters and dialogues will be much different from the original. 

“So, I hope you don’t mind if we train here this time. But like I said, it is better to find some more discreet place for our further 'meetings'"

The cyborg looked at Sam in the red sunset, who's eyes sparkled in anticipation. He was not quite sure if it was the best idea for his ex-rival to participate without his exo-suit. He might get serious injuries without any protection, but Rodrigues didn’t mind at all because he was an experienced samurai. The man just brushed it off when Jack asked about it like it wasn’t something important to him.

The brunette left his leather jacket on the bench nearby, exposing his muscles to Raiden. He got Murasama out of the sheath and habitually placed it on one shoulder like he used to do when they first met. 

“Don’t worry, bonito, I got your back. Here…” - he retrieved a micro-chip from his pocket and gave it to Raiden. 

“This will be our place. Discreet and safe, like you asked. No viruses, I promise” 

He smiled, waiting for his ex-opponent’s reaction. So that’s what he was doing today - he created some space for both of them to train. The white-haired man twirled the chip in his clawed hands in a confusion.

“What’s this?” he asked in distrust. It was understandable because Sam still worked with Desperado which means that such software could contain tracking codes or anything else that could be used to their enemy’s advantage. 

“Why don’t you try it before we begin? I could show you around but after that you’ll have to come back to reality” the Brazilian didn’t see any confidence in Raiden’s words, so he approached him to reassure in his own way. 

“Oh, come on! Don’t be such a pussy, Raiden. This won’t hurt you, trust me!” 

Sam looked into his blue eye with a request. His idea was actually quite effective because they wouldn’t hurt each other during the training and Jack could do it with him remotely without causing any suspicion among his colleagues - same for Samuel. But silver-haired was still unsure about this plan at all until his ex-opponent came up close to him. 

“What if this is a trick?”

asked Raiden still looking at the chip and moving his sight onto brunette.

“How should I know if this isn’t a trap from Desperado who asked you to get me?”

Said the cyborg in disbelief, which made his man sigh and put his hand on his shoulder.

“Look, I understand your concern about it, but you have to believe my word, Raiden. Or I won’t be able to help.” said the samurai still looking almost into cyborg’s soul. It made Jack feel weird. He already let Sam so close to him that doubting his words would be just unfair after what they have been through. After thinking for a while, the cyborg made his decision: he decided to trust the samurai, so he nodded and inserted the chip in a small port in his head.

“I hope that you know what you are doing” he said to the Brazilian before his vision went completely dark for a few seconds. Some small yellow letters appeared in his vision which claimed “loading digital profile” and afterwards “processing and generating the environment”. 

When Raiden opened his eyes, he looked around and discovered that he was in a yellow room without any additional textures. It looked more like an arena to him. Samuel appeared behind him. He was a bit glitchy but soon this anomaly stopped - probably due to connection problems. Rodrigues was wearing his armour and he was ready for battle as always. His arrogant smile almost didn’t leave his face. Moreover, the brunette was quite happy that his blondie actually decided to trust him. 

“See? Nothing bad happened. What I like in this software that it was firstly used for my own training and later I just retrieved it for own purposes by making another copy. Just a few adjustments and it is ready for two “players”. I’m excited to see you fight with your all force, Jack!”

The man spread his arms in his usual and a bit taunting manner, showing him the stage. The environment was generic and he could probably adjust it for their needs by adding additional objects or even enemies. After looking around, both of men returned to the reality. It took Jack a few seconds to get used to the bright sun that suddenly pierced his blue eye. He hid the chip when he got it out of his cyborg head, so that he could return to it later. 

“So how was it?” asked Sam still standing near him filled with passion and curiosity about what his ex-opponent just witnessed.

“I think it was pretty good. Sorry that I misjudged you. This is definitely the place we need.” answered Jack with a bit of hesitation.

“But there is one thing that it lacks…” he murmured and got a bit closer to the brunette, playfully sliding with his clawed fingers from his chest on shoulders, passing him by. 

“Hmmm? What is it, pretty boy?” hummed Samuel, feeling a shiver down his spine from the cyborg’s touch. 

The silver-haired stopped just for a moment, almost whispering in his ear.

“I can’t feel you there. Your touch, your lips…It is that any virtual reality cannot replace.” Jack responded and let him go. The silver-haired went to find the best spot on the small grass field so he could use his sword.

“Ooh..I see what you mean there, Blondie~” Samuel turned around and looked at him with his wide grin. He probably felt the same as Jack. 

“Well, I agree that nothing can replace our activities in real life. So I would definitely meet in that case.” Samuel put Murasama in both of his hands. 

“But that will have to wait for a while. For now I let me show you some tricks that would be useful to improve your skills. And after that we’ll do a friendly sparring so that you would fix the material.”

Added the samurai, winked at him, coming up close. 

“Alright. Let’s dance.” said the cyborg who already waited quite a while for this training to happen. He knew he would not regret it.

“Hey, that’s my line, Blondie! Don’t get too cocky there!” chuckled Samuel in response, pointing with his sword at him. And so they were off. 

It felt like the Brazilian gained even more agility and speed in his moves without his exo-suit. The cyborg followed him with attention and nodded. While Jack’s methods based on parrying, Samuel’s were more about avoiding the threat and making some big damage. He explained to Raiden that in the battle sometimes it is more effective to back off and pierce the enemy with the whole force afterwards. There was no need for him to replicate these for a few times, because the information already postponed in his head the right way so that his muscles didn’t have to remember that too.

Working out with Sam was something that he wouldn’t imagine some time ago, same goes about their other interactions. But it felt almost the same. More adrenaline, more passion and some sort of the balance that brought pleasure to him as much as sex. He enjoyed watching Sam swinging with his crimson sword, while his muscles tensed and eyes filled with love to battle - something that made him a true and worthy warrior. After learning most of the moves, it was time to practice it in a fight. Sam didn’t give the cyborg a break as he rushed towards him, making him counter his attack with his sword.

“Think with your head, not with your cyborg-sensors! Research your enemy and his moves and use it in your advantage!” the samurai reminded him, so that Jack could try it on him and in real battle in a meantime. The blue eye slid across his whole body so that he could see where it is vulnerable. One step forward, effective rolling, that knocked unexpecting samurai on the ground. Silver-haired man has pointed his blade on his chest, finishing their practice fight.

“Alright, you got me there, bonito. Well done. You still lack some moves, but you are getting there. I should admit that.” grinned the Brazilian, trying to pull Raiden’s sword away with his palm. 

“Did you fall intentionally?” said Jack and gave him a hand so the samurai could get up from the ground.

“Of course, Raiden! In real fight you’d be the one on the ground, not I!” Sam responded shaking off, like it was his plan from the beginning. That was enough of training for today, as the sun already hid behind the horizon and twilight has descended on warm Denver, hiding the couple in shadows. They sheathed their blades and decided to spend more time together. 

Samuel was happy to see that Jack focused his attention on him and forgot about his problems for a while. Deep in his thoughts, he knew how fragile inside, this man can be. 

“I would invite you for a drink if I could. But the cyborgs don’t do that, right?” suddenly suggested the samurai when they left the park, holding his leather jacket on his shoulder. 

“Why not? I could do a bit. But I won’t get drunk anyway.” shrugged blondie with his shoulders, when he placed himself behind his ex-rival on the motorbike. 

“Really? Huh…Now I am curious to know of how that body of yours works. Never managed to explore that topic deeper.” Sam raised his eyebrows in excitement before he could start his bike. On the other hand, Raiden didn’t want to get into details too much. He just didn’t want to look too vulnerable for Sam, so he responded in words that his man wanted to hear from him. 

“There's a lot to explain. It is just that my sensations differ from what a normal human feels. It is almost the same but different at the same time.”

“Do you even feel my touch? Or everything I did yesterday in bed was pointless?” the brunette pretended to be disappointed. 

“Yes, I do. I can also feel pain and pleasure. But mostly pain.” explained Raiden, so that samurai sighed with a relief.

“Alright. Now that we resolved that, I would really like to get you a drink. Unfortunately because I am driving, I’d have to restrain myself from that. But at least you’ll be the one to get a cut!” finally exclaimed the man as he managed to start the engine and get moving. 

“Sure. Do as you please.” Jack responded, hugging him from behind and resting his head on Samuel’s shoulder. It wasn’t too late, but he felt quite tired, even for a cyborg - another sensation that he was given to feel human. 

The more time he spent with his ex-opponent the better he felt as Sam brought so much comfort to him and his broken soul. 

The trip to the bar, where Sam used to spend his lonely evenings, did not take for too long - it was in a few quarters from the park. 

“Sam! It is good to see you! Same as always?” said the bartender when the couple entered the pub. The samurai was probably a regular customer in here. It was unusual for a killer like him to have a spot in Denver where noone would run from him in terror. 

“No, Ted. I am on wheels today, so please, one shot for my friend!” the brunette gave a pet on Raiden’s shoulder and suggested him to sit at the bar, while his drink was prepared. The blondie looked around because he barely remembered the last time he was in a pub or a night club. The place was quite and cosy with muted red and blue lighting. There were not so many people who came here to rest after a long working day. Though they gave a short look at cyborg who was new here but they didn’t say anything against it like it was a common thing.

“Does anyone recognize you here, actually? I mean…You’re a killer and a terrorist. Probably on the international wanted list.” the blondie asked Sam, while he was sitting on his high bar stool, tilting his leg playfully and looking around. 

“Yeah, there were some incidents about that. But I managed to deal with them on the condition that I have a “neutral status” at this bar. Ted’s a good guy too, I wouldn’t prefer upsetting him.” the samurai stroked the handle of Murasama so that Raiden could understand his ways of negotiating with people around. 

“I see. Why am I not impressed?” sighed Jack, rolling his eyes. He should have guessed that his ex-rival would use the method of threats to create a comfortable place for himself. But he was more surprised that Maverick didn’t discover this place earlier and didn’t put their agents around it to catch Sam. It was too late to think about it because now Raiden wouldn’t give in his nemesis to them. 

Ted, a middle aged man with dark hair where it was possible to notice graying, smiled to his new client and handed him a small shot of tequila. He was also curious as Sam how the cyborg would taste it and the effects that drink would have on him. The blondie tapped with his claws on the glass and took a shot in one gulp. 

“So…How was it?” asked Sam, leaning closer to see his face. 

“I don’t feel anything. It is an alcohol. Everything that I can say.” shrugged the cyborg. 

“Oh..Alright. Want another?” 

the samurai was a bit jealous that today he cannot have a taste of tequila, so he wanted to make the cyborg drink instead of him. 

“Sam, don’t try your luck. I will not get drunk even if I empty a barrel of vodka” the blondie declined the proposition of another shot and stood up. He got bored pretty easily. This place didn’t attract him at all and the only thing he wanted to do is to spend his time with Sam. But not in here. 

“Hey, wait, bonito!” the Brazilian threw money for the drink on the counter and followed his ex-opponent outside. 

“I think that will be enough for today.” Jack stood near the bar entrance, he looked a bit frustrated to Sam. There were a bunch of people nearby, smoking in small groups. To their surprise, he actually asked for one cigarette for himself which he lit between his lip and metallic jaw and looked at the sky full of stars. 

“Yeah, sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have pressured you with all that training after all” the samurai agreed, looking at him with a bit of concern. 

“No, it is not your fault. I just had a rough day, that’s all. Your training actually made me feel refreshed. It is just that I didn’t get enough information for Maverick”

“About what?” 

“Well, you are the only person from Desperado I know. So anything you say about your team would be useful. Unless you’d prefer to keep that in secret” said Raiden straightforward to Rodrigues blowing a small cloud of smoke from his cigarette. 

“I..Well, I wish I could tell you. But I haven’t seen my guys for quite a while. I’ve been to our HQ, but that’s it. Didn’t see my boss or anyone else. So I have no idea what is going on. I probably should have gone to that meeting after all” 

“You said it was not important that time, Sam” Raiden raised his eyebrow looking at the Brazilian, questioning his motivation. 

“Yeah, I did because I wanted to stay with you a bit more” explained Sam. His voice was deep and calm. The silver-haired suspected that there might be something behind this wide grin. And now the brunette gave him the answer which made his cheeks blush a bit. 

“Please, don’t think that I am using you to get information about Desperado!” suddenly exclaimed the blondie, trying to avoid his look.  

“Sure”

“I fucking wanted to tear your face into shreds a few days ago!” he continued with more emotion in his voice.

“I know”

“I just..Can’t understand it..! After I was so untrustful today with that chip..Why..”  

“You can’t understand why I am still here?” asked Sam for Raiden.

“Yes” he murmured, throwing the cigarette on the floor and extinguishing it with his heel. Raiden shuddered when a warm palm touched his cheek. Sam looked into his eye, not taking care about anything else in this world, but only him. 

Raiden had an idea of turning off his emotion inhibitors, but being with Sam made him abandon this idea. The Brazilian was his drug for the good mood that he brought just with his being.

“You attract me, Blondie. But you’ve been through a lot according to your biography, so who else but me could comfort you in this situation? I don’t mind hearing such stuff because back in my days I’ve experienced some shit too. I have nothing to lose now. Except you, of course” he smiled sincerely to Raiden and gave him a light hug. 

“Fucking idiot” said Jack but more calmly, as he wrapped his arms around Sam.

“You are just tired, Jack. I can feel it and see through you.”

Sam was right. It was a long day and the night just started, buzzing with neon lights of Denver streets filled with people around Raiden. It felt like his brain would melt after so much stress he experienced. Both of men decided to leave somewhere more private, so they could sit in bed and feel the intimacy between each other. This time, Sam just wanted to see, if the cyborg actually felt good. But after a while he saw that Raiden fell asleep in his arms.

“Poor boy, they got you passed out!~” sighed the samurai with a slight smile and leaned closer to his lover, even though his body had lot of sharp parts on him that could easily scratch his skin. It didn’t scare him off but made him accept Raiden’s true nature as a cyborg. 

Little did he know what this relationship could bring to the outcome of this war their organizations been part of. 

[side-shawty]

Titans, go?

Fandom: DC (DCAMU)

Type: one-shot

Prompt/Summary: “older!damian Wayne hc with s/o being a new member of the teen titans plz”

Pairing(s): Damian Wayne x Reader

Requested? YES by Anon 

I’m not every good at head canons but please enjoy this little fic.  -Duckie

When Damian was first introduced to the Titans he hated it. He hated them. He was only there because his father didn’t trust him enough to do what needed to be done and Gotham and eventually he hated his father for this too. Sometime in these past few years though that hatred turned into friendships and gratitude.

As expected he took his brother’s place as the leader of the Titans before he knew it and it felt like the next right step in his journey to becoming a hero, to becoming like his father. Speaking of right steps, just before earning this title he met you, a small-time hero that had found herself fighting alongside Nightwing in Bludhaven.

The relationship started off somewhat rocky but soon one thing led to another and let’s just say you’d be celebrating your two year anniversary very soon. Before that, however, Dick had informed him that he’d be at T-Tower with some news. Everyone was already gathered in the common room awaiting the young man’s arrival which came in the form of the elevator opening with a ding.

When the doors slid open they were met with a cheerful Nightwing and a young woman behind him, also in costume. Damian recognized her immediately and his eyes went wide behind his domino mask.

“Hey guys,” Dick said and was met with greets from the rest of the team as he moved the two of you to stand in front of the rest of them on the couch.

“Sorry I didn’t give much notice,” he continued, “I was just excited when I thought of the idea and couldn’t wait so everyone this is Y/H/N and as of today she’ll be the newest member of the Titans,” he finished nodding for you to say something.

“Hi everyone, I look forward to working alongside you all,” you smiled and after most of the shook off the initial shock Beast Boy was the first to speak, a smirk on his face.

“Welcome,” he started standing up and taking you hand in his, “I look forward to working with you,” he said before kissing the back of your hand. You were glad that the richness of your skin didn’t make the blush obvious.

“Enough,” Damian suddenly barked, annoyed, he cleared his throat, “Let’s give Y/H/N a chance to get settled. We’ll have dinner tonight. No masks,” he told them and they all agreed and went their separate ways.

Once the room was clear aside from yourself and the batboys you turned to face your boyfriend grinning cheekily at him.

“A little warning next time Grayson,” he said glaring at his brother and trying his best to not cave in to the funny faces you had begun making at him.

“Hey, I was gonna tell you but your girlfriend wanted to surprise you,” he said.

“Snitch!” You shot at him now also glaring at the older man. He stuck his tongue out at you and you raised your middle finger.

“Whatever, I told you he’d be upset but you never listen to me so,” he shrugged and you rolled your eyes beneath your mask.

“I’m not upset,” Damian said, catching both of you off guard and making your eyebrows raise.

“You’re not?” You asked placing your hands on his shoulders, his instinctively went to your waist.

“Of course not but now I’ll have to deal with that idiot Logan trying to flirt with you nonstop,” he said and you both ignored Dick leaving the room. Presumably to speak with Donna or Cyborg.

“He’ll figure out that I’m taken at dinner tonight,” you told him leaning up slightly as you slowly wrapped your arms around his neck.

“As if that will stop him,” he spoke closing the space between the two of you further.

“Looks like I’ll just have to mark my territory,” he whispered into your ear. When he pulled back your brows were knitted together as a trouble-making smirk played on his lips.

“What do you — No,” you said eyes wide as you caught on.

“Too late,” he said before throwing you over his shoulder and practically sprinting to his room.

Being a Titan was definitely going to interesting.

[mysteriesofmilo]

MML Quotes Tournament, round 3

There were a few ties this round, until someone voted while I was looking at the results.

So, here are the results:

Balloon full of stinky water beat Loss can lead to new adventures 9-2 (81.8%)

Haven't heard you complaining beat Hamilton H. County 7-4 (63.6%)

In a Zack matchup, I had to take the bus beat Bird-a-surus 9-2 (81.8%)

Brakes are broke beat Disaster Magazine 7-4 (63.6%)

Unnecessarily disintegrated beat Exfused and concited 9-2 (81.8%)

World War V beat Harpoons and feeding frenzies 9-2 (81.8%)

In a Milo matchup, Squirrels and tuna beat Why seek danger? 7-4 (63.6%)

Ends with a sentient blob beat Doof’s first robot 6-5 (54.5%)

Anxious about shopping carts beat Pizza delivery guy trap 6-5 (54.5%)

Worst punishment beat I smell a Murphy 7-3 (70%)

More ridiculous than his life beat Make some noise 9-2 (81.8%)

Sign has sharp edges beat Plays by his own rules 6-5 (54.5%)

Absurdly fast koala beat Sure that would not work 8-3 (72.7%)

Mice could fly beat My soap is talking 7-4 (63.6%)

Confusing stuff cabbage tree beat Contemplating my tragic existence 7-4 (63.6%)

Vorpel wrap beat Win this cooking show 8-3 (72.7%)

"We can repair it" alarms beat Actually, don't sit back 6-5 (54.5%)

Right amount of whelmed beat Get out of the van 9-2 (81.8%)

I still maintain he's not beat Buffalo with marshmallow 10-1 (90.9%)

Not a wave of fire beat Bug on your face 7-4 (63.6%)

Hanging off the edge of a cliff beat Milo the Great 9-2 (81.8%)

Bungle this assignment beat Monkey on his shoulder 8-3 (72.7%)

Fake sleep magazines beat Get used to it 8-3 (72.7%)

In a Doof matchup, Not this time beat You are worthless 9-2 (81.8%)

Don't listen to me beat Vintage T-shirts 7-4 (63.6%)

Suit on an Undergrounder beat Time capsule 7-4 (63.6%)

BYO toilet paper beat So scared I'm not scared 10-1 (90.9%)

Great Caesar's ghost beat Photos of all the parks 10-1 (90.9%)

Throw this round thing beat Ride dirt bikes 9-2 (81.8%)

Loser shovels the winner's driveway beat If you survive today 6-5 (54.5%)

Run toward the danger beat Where is the exit 8-3 (72.7%)

Take our picture or eradicate us beat Revenge mode 7-4 (63.6%)

Toddler Talent Show beat Impulsive mistakes of his youth 6-5 (54.5%)

We're all gonna try beat Shield your head 7-4 (63.6%)

Blindly followed her instructions beat How many hamsters 9-2 (81.8%)

Judgmental man beat Ate a Congressman 9-2 (81.8%)

I'm hazardous shut out Just a prototype 11-0 (100%)

Head caught in a helicopter beat Picking up Milo 8-3 (72.7%)

Only on a TV show beat Royalty, part monkey or both 10-1 (90.9%)

Dining on other worlds beat 3/4 marmoset 7-4 (63.6%)

Desertland beat Hi plane 8-3 (72.7%)

Murray the Middleman beat Not worse than trash 9-2 (81.8%)

Inside out? beat Uneven playing field 7-4 (63.6%)

Found Milo's backpack beat Cohesive color scheme 10-1 (90.9%)

Those wooden stakes will kill him beat Don't appreciate your bones 8-3 (72.7%)

In a Sphere and Loathing in Outer Space matchup, You look delicious too beat Halfway across the galaxy 10-1 (90.9%)

Actual superintendent beat Garbled screams 6-4 (60%)

Eggs for breakfast beat That goes for anyone in this building 8-3 (72.7%)

Dr. Not Sorry beat Fries with cheese 7-4 (63.6%)

Stranded people beat Flaming pig 8-3 (72.7%)

At increasing velocity beat Your milk carton 6-5 (54.5%)

In a season premiere matchup, A single tent shaped tarp beat They took a bus 6-5 (54.5%)

Dumping toxic waste beat Middle School Safety Award 9-2 (81.8%)

Some are still standing beat Claustro-avoident 8-3 (72.7%)

Fowl beast beat Ice cream combination 9-2 (81.8%)

Disco dancers in Danville beat Snow Flyer 1.5 8-3 (72.7%)

Orange peeling time best Breakfast inside of a lunch 8-3 (72.7%)

Furlong per jiffy somehow beat Required to notify us 6-5 (54.5%)

A to B beat The really big ball 7-4 (63.6%)

In a "describing Murphy's Law" matchup, Stuff just explodes beat Unless someone accidentally 9-2 (81.8%)

In a high speed chase, On his sled of doom beat Commemorative plaque 8-3 (72.7%)

Cyborg grizzly: destroy man beat Country vs Western music 8-2 (80%)

Some say he doesn't exist beat What I sorta can see 8-3 (72.7%)

The end will return beat Sports fuel power 7-4 (63.6%)

Now, here are the next round matchups:

Balloon full of stinky water vs Haven't heard you complaining

I had to take the bus vs Brakes are broke

Unnecessarily disintegrated vs World War V

Squirrels and tuna vs Ends with a sentient blob

Anxious about shopping carts vs Worst punishment

More ridiculous than his life vs Sign has sharp edges

Absurdly fast koala vs Mice could fly

Confusing stuff cabbage tree vs Vorpel wrap

"We can repair it" alarms vs Right amount of whelmed

I still maintain he's not vs Not a wave of fire

Hanging off the edge of a cliff vs Bungle this assignment

Fake sleep magazines vs Not this time

Don't listen to me vs Suit on an Undergrounder

BYO toilet paper vs Great Caesar's ghost

Throw this round thing vs Loser shovels the winner's driveway

Run toward the danger vs Take our picture or eradicate us

Toddler Talent Show vs We're all gonna try

Blindly followed her instructions vs Judgmental man

I'm hazardous vs Head caught in a helicopter

Only on a TV show vs Dining on other worlds

Desertland vs Murray the Middleman

Inside out? vs Found Milo's backpack

This wooden stakes will kill him vs You look delicious too

Actual superintendent vs Eggs for breakfast

Dr. Not Sorry vs Stranded people

At increasing velocity vs A single tent shaped tarp

Dumping toxic waste vs Some are still standing

Fowl beast vs Disco dancers in Danville

Orange peeling time vs Furlong per jiffy

A to B vs Stuff just explodes

On his sled of doom vs Cyborg grizzly: destroy man

Some say he doesn't exist vs The end will return

That's it! Vote here: https://forms.gle/PzruoN5Jbecm11YUA

View the bracket here: https://challonge.com/fbifxfp2

View the full list of quotes here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ZW4PSIUnBEw-J89UTNBYtUu1qiFtPkQW1Q1CcaetVho/edit?usp=sharing

And view the wiki here: https://milomurphyslaw.fandom.com/wiki/Milo_Murphy%27s_Law_Wiki

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