#helix answers

[mxescargot]

davekat or john dave

i love vacillating/multiple quadrants davekat i feel like that says things about me

(what can i say, im a sucker for literary foils)

massive respect to johndave fans tho yall rock

[halfahelix]

hapi hapi hapi birthday birthday birthday

I CAN'T BELIEVE I DIDN'T SEE THESE UNTIL NOW FHSKGKDL BUT THANK YOU 🤣🤣🤣 I love you schva you crack me up

[sysig]

Delusions (Patreon)

"Could I have your hand, sir?" Max didn't move, which Dexter was, sadly, getting used to.

"Sir?" Max jerked, then turned and stared at him, lost and blank. "Your hand, please."

Max's hand lifted shakily, and he laid it gently in Dexter's upturned palm. Dexter gave a quick and quiet "thank you," then turned it over in his own hand, observing him closely.

Too closely - his knuckles were rough and his fingernails were dull and cracked in places. His once-soft, not-a-day-in-his-life-subjected-to-hard-labour hands were now, already, toughened and split and scarred in places, especially the heel of his palm. He turned it over again, this time to stop looking so intensely. He had only wanted to give it a cursory glance to begin with.

"Do you know what I see, sir?" he asked as conversationally as he could manage, running his fingers along Max's abused flesh. He seemed to be at least half paying attention, his eye gazing down between them, and he'd occasionally twitch, encouragingly Dexter thought. He seemed to want to curl around him, then stopped and shook, his hand squeezing into a fist. Dexter coaxed him back out, encouraged him to hold himself lightly.

"What do you see?" He was almost startled by Max actually continuing their conversation, that happened so rarely now, shaking and quiet as it was. He took a deep breath, was he really going to do this?

"I see a hand, with five fingers." Max remained quiet, though his brow curled, and a guarded look came into his eye, though he still wasn't looking at Dexter. He felt a pang of guilt, but he had to try. "What do you see?"

Max's eye unfocused and began to water. He looked up, but not enough to reach Dexter's gaze in return, instead staring through his chest, and he felt just as hollow and empty as he must look to him.

"Do you take me for a fool, DAX?" Quiet and as close to angry as he'd heard since they'd been here.

No, not angry.

Betrayed.

He swallowed down the stinging lump at the back of his throat. He had to put on a brave face, had to keep his composure if he wanted Max to get better. That was the only thing he wanted, more than anything.

"Of course not, sir. Genuinely, what do you see?"

Max pulled his hand away and turned his body, his bandaged side facing Dexter. Shutting him out, pointedly. Dexter's empty hand curled into a fist, he was no better.

"Please, don't..." Max took a shallow, shuddering breath, and several beats before he spoke again, even quieter. "Don't ridicule me." Dexter could hear his breath catch, and he wanted nothing more than for this all to just stop.

"Sir, I didn't-"

"I've had enough of that." He shook his head stiffly, the action strange and wrong, like he had forgotten how. He stilled, his head turned even further away. "More than enough."

[becca-e-barnes]

MA’AM. please please please write more about subby dbf!bucky with a pain kink 😭😭😭 this literally killed me, I need to read more on how our man likes to get off on pain 😵‍💫 — 💫 anon

Oh God, okay, I'm going for it because I literally just fucking have to.

Having this submissive older man kneeling in front of you while you run your fingers through his hair and ask him what he needs just sounds so hot to me?

I love the thought of the hardwood floor making his knees ache, the position sapping his legs of their strength. The discomfort keeps him focused but it's not like his mind could wander anywhere more interesting than the sight of you in front of him anyway. He keeps his back straight, his hands clasped behind him and his head tilted upwards.

He needs this. He needs his focus to be on sensations that are anywhere other than his cock because he can feel it throbbing uncomfortably and his first instinct is to take care of it himself. He can't even begin to imagine what you'd do to him if he touched himself and a little spark in his brain tells him to find out. He manages to squash that thought though. It's probably for the best.

"What do you need, Bucky?" Your voice is soft and nurturing and it almost makes him feel uncomfortable supplying you with an answer that has any measure of truth behind it.

He doesn't need soft or nurturing. He needs your fingers that are so gently carding through his hair to clench into a fist. He needs you to let him give up control entirely, just for a few hours.

"I need you to take your frustration out on me." You knew that would be his request, it's the gentlest way he can think of to ask you to hurt him.

"I know, baby. I know that's what you need." You hum, letting your tone stay as light and delicate as your touch. Your hand runs over his flesh shoulder with a flat palm, making your way towards his neck. Around the half way point, you begin to dig your fingernails in. Hard.

His groan is pathetic and you can't help but fall in love with the way the muscles tense under your touch, an involuntary protection he knows he doesn't need. He's safe with you. This was all born from that sense of security after all.

"I-I need to you to take it all out on me. Pretend I'm every man who didn't deserve you. Tell me everything you've ever wanted to say to them." He gasps a little mid-sentence as your fingernails trail gently over his Adam's apple, digging in again when you reach his collarbone.

"You are worthless." You begin, stalking around him to stand at his back. "You never deserved me." You pull his hair back, hard, forcing him to look up at you. This is what does it for him. He's surrendered. He's yours. He loves it. He gets off on this.

"You were a waste of my fucking time. I should never have lowered myself to your level." Your other hand collides with his cheek, the sting of the slap only makes him sob out the most breathtaking groan. This is everything he was dreaming of and so much more.

"You never fucked me right. You were never enough for me." Your hand on his throat makes his eyes flutter shut. If he looks at you, he knows he'll lose all control. He'll cum untouched and how fucking embarrassing would that be?

The second he lets his head wander there though, it's all over. As soon as he lets himself imagine how humiliating it'd be if he came all over himself, just from being degraded and pushed around, it's all he can do. Shame burns so hot in his cheeks while his dick twitches and throbs, shooting streams of pearly cum over the wooden floor beneath him.

"Stupid little slut." You whisper, giving him another slap to the cheek and enjoying how his release seems to never stop. "Once you're done, you're cleaning up your own mess and then you're going to fuck it into me with your tongue. You'll be lucky if I ever let you inside me again."

[penumbramewtwos]

If the scientists wanted Unova to live and have another baby, why did they release her in the wild in a near dead state?

Those severe scars were from when she was being caught by team rocket. Before they could put her under, she struggled to get away from the Deoxys that had ensnared her. They tended to her wounds whilst she was under aesthetic, but yeah. More or less, the 'clown' is a horrible person :<

I'm not sure where it is on my blog but here's a comic from around that time :> (did it a while ago now lol)

[empresskadia]

Was Raya an ODST?

Yes!

Raya was an ODST for years before she got snatched up for the experimental phase of the Spartan-IV program. She had problems with a lot of the other units and thought the ODSTs thought too highly of themselves, which ended with her getting into many fights with other officers and ODSTs

She thinks the words Orbital Drop Shock Trooper sound so dumb that she prefers just being called a Helljumper since it sounds cooler.

[nem0-nee]

I need Helix's hand in marriage NOW I DIA is down on ONE KNEE with an eyeball shaped ring pop

EYEING YOU... /j

Helix doesn't really like eyes since they... remind him of "someone." But hey, he'll let this one slide >:)) It's the thought that counts after all!

[ ⚠️DIA is now more likely to encounter The Yellow Door. Proceed with Caution. ]

[evilkaeya]

70 Horrible ?s 23

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

I get asked this a lot and no. None for now because I'm allergic to anything not purely silver or gold. I've pierced my ears THREE times and they closed off every time. But my mom got me pure ones recently so hopefully I can pierce my ears again and this time THEY'LL STAY PIERCED

[for-the-sake-of-color]

Goodbye from the 398th Ordinance Corps Sprig! [x]

Welcome to the 218th Urban Crisis Response Sprig! [x]

It turns out being in a Diffuser squad on loan to the 'Experts in everything that goes Boom' Corps may not be quite the best fit for Specialist 'Greatest fear is being Vaporized' Sprig, so on the request of his new Captain, Jet, he transfers out of the 398th Ordinance Corps (Helix and the 398th belong to @fives-girlfriend) to 218th Urban Crisis Response, or 'Glorified Port Security' uhh which generally encounters explosives closer to dynamite than proton bombs.

Captain Helix could probably agree there are worse ways to lose a soldier than a unit transfer; Although when he see's where Sprigs going.... well he wont be able to say it's worse than most alternatives but he can certainly question the Specialist's judgement, because Crisis Company certainly know how to make first impressions. Sprig's just happy to get the hell out of there, no offense, Sir.

Looks like Torch's 'I'm a little silly little guy, you wouldn't hit a silly little guy?' routine did not quite pan out this time

[mxescargot]

(askin abt homestuck) who're ur top 3 favourite characters + why

terezi: she’s very relatable and i enjoy pretty much everything she says and does. she’s pretty ok as far as disability rep goes and we stan hitting people with canes <3 (even if i don’t use the same kind as her) but yeah. justice and dragons and a really enjoyable personality :)

john: he’s just so sweet and pure and trying his best asjfjskbcksjdka (also he’s so full of audhd)

vriska: i project my mental illnesses onto her

[halfahelix]

happy borth!!!! have a gift

LADRIEN!!!! THANK YOU BESTIE <3

[contrastparadoxx]

Helixe is mostly nonverbal, right? Would it be receptive to Florah teaching it sign language? 😯 Butterfly wants to try bonding with it more than just standing in the rain together since she's kinda responsible for its existence

That’s correct! Right now it mostly uses flash cards and pantomiming to communicate and it would love to learn sign. It would love to do anything with Florah really, little guy just staring up with the biggest eyes

[sysig]

But would you tho (Patreon)

[becca-e-barnes]

Taking lees handcuffs and cuffing him to the bed. Putting his sheriff hat on telling him to be a good boy and obey his sheriff while you overstimulate him till he’s shaking and crying for his little sheriff to have mercy

Sorry, submissive Lee?? What the fuck, that's literally so hot. I could really see it, why have I never talked about this before? I'm all bothered by this rn

And I can't stop thinking about him being cuffed to the headboard while he's trying not to show you that he's really getting off on not being in total control. Just the way he'd whimper and whine and force himself to close his eyes because he can't bring himself to look at the confident smile on your face.

"Is that nice, Lee?" You tease, rubbing your wet core over this throbbing, neglected cock, not letting him into you just yet. As a man who lacks self control, this is torture. If he had his way, you'd probably both be finished by now, fallen into a tired heap on the bed. Not tonight though. Tonight, you were drawing it out, savouring your first chance to be in charge.

"It's real fuckin' nice, sweetheart." He groans, before tugging that plump bottom lip between his teeth. "Jus' wish you'd let me out of these cuffs. I wanna make you feel special. Promise I'll make you feel so damn good if you let me out."

"Have a little patience, Sheriff." You sound a whole lot more put together than you feel, lifting his hat from the night stand and setting it on top of your own head.

Oh, that got his attention.

"Fuck, stop it, baby. How am I meant to wear that tomorrow and think of anythin' but how pretty you look in it? 'Specially when you're wearin' nothin' else." He's drinking in the sight of your body like it's all he's ever fucking needed. It damn well might be.

"Shhhh, stop complaining and just enjoy it." You smirk, guiding yourself down on his length so he glides home.

"Holy fuckin' God. Angel, that's- o-oh, that's good. 'S too much. If you don't stop squeezin' me like that, we're gonna have a problem. Or a fuckin' baby." His self control is totally gone and if he had his way, you know he'd be slamming into you hard and fast by now. Thankfully, you're not just dependant on his self restraint tonight.

"I know baby, I know. It feels nice. But I need you to be a good boy. I won't let you blow your load just yet." You work yourself slowly on him, rubbing your clit with one hand, holding his hat on with the other and he swears this might be the death of him.

"Just take the cuffs off, toots. I'll be good to ya, I promise." He knows you won't let him get off yet and he's far too needy to wait as long as he knows you'll want to.

"No, Lee. Now shut the fuck up or I'll give you something better to do with your mouth." It's a line you've stolen from him but you didn't anticipate the groan it draws from the Sheriff beneath you.

"Y-yes ma'am. Fuck." His voice is barely louder than a breath but you certainly heard it. He has entirely surrendered, more than aware that he's at your mercy. Tugging on the cuffs is futile. He knows better than anyone that he's not going anywhere with these around his wrists so he might as well relax and enjoy the slow slide of your wet heat onto his cock. Maybe if he begs enough, you'll take pity on him and in that moment, he realises he's really not above begging for you.

[penumbramewtwos]

Why was Okita given those plate implants?

[First off disclaimer: I've recently noticed that I have rather confusing lore, for which have to organise better ^^; apologies for that. I will be keeping it consistent from here on]

As for, 'Why was Okita given the plate implants?': She was given them as a one off trial from her creators after professor Gary Oak (middle age) found out about the experiments. All the factory produced mewtwos in my lore are spliced from Newtwos DNA left over from her creation, and a young vessel; human or pokemon, it didn't matter... ...All except one... Gary created the plates as a way to give one of the mewtwos their normal life back. He begged the professor in-charge, Professor Kana Drake, to have a heart and give them back some normality. Professor Drake, on the other hand, had an idea to disprove his invention: Prof. Drake thought by using the Inhibitor and Incubator plates on Okita, her normal forme would be a Mewtwo. She was wrong. Okita can take on the forme of the human that she was merged with, with the help of the inhibitor plate which harbours a specific medicine.

[Info on what the Incubator and Inhibitor plates do, and how they operate can be found on a link, on my pinned post, for anyone interested] ^^ [Okita was created from a mewtwo fetus, a human fetus, and extra spliced genes from Newtwo (Grannewt)]

She is one of 76 surviving mewtwo, created in the Aunura region by Team Helix Rocket, under commission by an elderly Giovanni. This will all come to light in my fanfic, but, I will also be drawing key moments from my fanfic, including this; before starting my comic series (which takes place after said fanfic)

Thanks for the ask @violetjazz25! I really appreciate this! Apologies for the late and long answer

[mx-lamour]

Hello there! You've been tagged! You don't have to do anything if you don't want to, but if you'd like, list 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! Learn to know your mutuals and followers! 💖💖💖

I'm not about to turn down my first ask even if it is chain mail. (Wait, chainmail??)

My cat's ears are naked, so when she shakes her head it makes a little flappy bat sound.

My cute lil goblin. Her name is Eglantine.

Watching string musicians play really complicated shit.

I'm really a sucker for that bardcore though. Check out Brandon Acker on the lute. Love that guy.

My husband's buttcheeks (and, you know, his stellar creativity and his ability to make me laugh and stuff).

Here he is, knight in shining armor, DM extraordinare, cutie pie.

When it rains but the sun is still out.

It makes everything so vibrant.

Redemption arcs.

I like when people start to believe that good things are possible for them. I'm an incorrigible fan of gothic romance and hurt/comfort fics. I love that dying stars can create nebulas.

[Helix Nebula]