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mxeve0 · 1 year

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Spiderman Noir X Fem Reader

I know that technically he's 19 in the comics, but after being voiced by Nicholas Cage he just has to be like...idk 40.

Warnings: Angst, mention of scars and sh, daddy issues?(if that's a warning idk)

The Shadow of a Shadow

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The blank ceiling of your makeshift dorm was starting to shift and change the longer you stared at it. There wasn't much in your room except a bed and wardrobe, a small bathroom consisting of just a sink, toilet and shower, a small kitchen with one counter top as well as a stove and fridge and a small seating area with a giant TV fixed to the wall. You couldn't really complain though, it was the least the Spider Society could do. Your own universe had abandoned you after deeming you an unfit and reckless role model due to your abilities.

Of course you had the same basic abilities as every other Spiderman, it was just your webs that were different. In order to produce webs, you needed an open wound with a supply of blood, which you could then weave into the webs. After being weaved they worked just the same, but having a superhero that had to harm herself to save the city wasn't acceptable.

Seeing the people you risked your life to save turn the back on you was the last straw. It wasn't like you wanted to open a wound every time you had to fight, and yet they couldn't appreciate you. You left your universe and had been hopping around others for a while, and when you finally went back, everything had gone to shit. There was no longer a sense of right or wrong, no morality in the public and the government had collapsed. There was no saving it.

You'd gone to Miguel to see if there was anything he could do, but his stoic silence gave you the answer you feared the most. It was one of the only times when he'd shown any sympathy when he offered to give you a place to stay within the society's HQ. With the help of a few other Spidepeople, a storage closet had been turned into what was now your dorm room. It was great, and you appreciated them giving you someplace to stay. But without a city to protect, what kind of Spiderwomen were you?

You sighed and stood up from the couch. It was small and uncomfortable if you sat on it for too long. Stepping out of your room, your eyes took a second to adjust to the bright light that flooded in through the large windows. You joined the traffic of the other Spidepeople who filtered in and out of different rooms in the building, only to later join back into the hoard. It was like some sort of hive mind.

You recognised a few Spiders as you sauntered along, and Sun-Spider gave you a friendly "good afternoon" even though you thought it was morning. You weren't quite emotionally stable enough to hold out a conversation. You needed something to help you cope, but you had nothing. And then, like some sort of miracle, the darkness of a familiar black jacket and hat caught your attention.

Noir was just about to walk past you. You two had spoken once or twice, mainly about how tough being Spiderman can be, but you never had a real connection with him. Now you wanted one. Somehow, despite not speaking to him that often, you had a gut feeling that he'd give you the closure that you needed. That he'd listen to you and assure you that you're doing your best and that's all that matters. Maybe it was just your daddy issues taking advantage of the fact that he was just under twice your age and emotionally stable.

You turned on your heel and joined the train of people that were walking the opposite way. Being a few people behind him made you grateful for the fact that he was taller than most Spidepeople. You kept track of his fedora that bobbed up and down as he walked. If you could catch up to him and stick right behind him, then maybe you could go from there. You slipped between the gap in the people in front and landed yourself right behind him. Now you just had to talk to him.

・‥…━━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━━…‥・

Talking to him seemed to be a lot more difficult than you originally thought. You'd followed him around for the rest of the day, and had disappeared back into your dorm when he went back to his own universe. You'd never had a problem with talking to him before, so why now? It had been 3 days since you had created your little plan - if you could even call it that - and you had gotten nowhere with it. You were sitting on a balcony when you spotted his darkness amongst the crowd of colourful suits, so you hopped down and got back to following him, trying to build up the courage to talk while doing so.

The feeling of someone watching Noir grew as he traversed his way down to the lower levels. He knew it was you. At first he thought it was a coincidence when every time he turned around you happened to be there. But the more and more it happened, the more he realised it wasn't a coincidence. He noticed you the most when you seemingly wait for him to come back, and when you'd follow behind him when he went to get coffee, even though he remembered you telling him you couldn't stand the stuff. Though the biggest clue for him is when you'd grab the sleeve or back of his coat as you followed him through crowds of Spiderpeople.

He didn't mind though; you were quiet and didn't bother him, and even if you were to talk to him he found your previous conversations quite pleasant. But he still couldn't help but wonder why you had begun to cling to him all of a sudden.

He wasn't oblivious to what had happened in your own universe, but he didn't know the full details. All he did know was that you barely left your dorm, and when you did, you never seemed to speak.

Today, Noir had been back in the Society's HQ for quite a while now, probably close to 6 hours, and he hadn't seen any sign of you. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he enjoyed your presence, even if you didn't say much, and he was starting to miss it.

He figured that you were most likely still in your dorm, and thinking that it couldn't hurt to check up on you, he made his way over. Your room was tucked around a corner on one of the main floors, far enough away from the noise of all the Spiderpeople that would walk past. He knocked on the door and waited for your response. You hummed loud enough for him to hear, and he opened the door. You were laid on your back on your couch, throwing some kind of metal ball in the air repeatedly. It was probably a vital component for some sort of machine, but you had a habit of taking things apart only to never figure out how to put them back together. This was evident thanks to the pile of metal and wires on your coffee table.

Noir stepped in and closed the door behind him. You sat up so that he had somewhere to sit, and once he was sat you laid back against him. He picked up some of the wires and scraps of metal and began to mess with them, intertwining them. He had no real goal, he just enjoyed playing with the technology that he didn't have. You place the metal ball on the table and got yourself comfortable resting against him.

The two of you sat in silence for a while the only noise being the clicking of metal as Noir put the pieces together. All of a sudden, he piped up.

"Not that I don't appreciate the company, but I'm just wonderin' why you've started to cling to me all of a sudden." He turned his head to you and you could feel his breath on the top of your head. You stopped playing with the hem of your top. Feeling your heart in your throat, you sat up and stopped leaning on him. How were you supposed to tell him 'Oh yeah well you know everything has gone to shit and everyone is overwhelming except you, and I don't know if that's just because you're quiet and you don't force conversations, or because you kinda feed into my daddy issues since you're older and so authoritative, and really I just need someone to tell me that I'm doing good and you seem like the right person to do it.' Absolutely not.

"Well, uhm." You took a deep breath, trying to form a coherent sentence. Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes. This was so embarrassing. "So, obviously everything in my universe has gone pear shaped so now I'm stuck here and it's just really depressing because how am I supposed to be Spiderwomen if I don't have people to save? I guess I just feel like I don't really have a purpose and I don't want to be a burden to anyone so if I am annoying you I'll leave you alone but I guess what I really want and why I'm sticking to you like a web is just because I need someone to reassure me about everything. I don't know why it chose you in particular I just feel like it's more authentic being told that you're doing a good job by someone who's older since they have more experience. Not that I'm saying you're old." Your fists grabbed the fabric of your trousers as your eyes remained glued to the floor. Blinking away the tears, you looked up at him.

Noir was silent. The big white eyes of his mask stared at you blankly. He wasn't even moving. It was hard to tell how he was feeling. Your gut feeling was that he thought you were weird and annoying and wanted you to leave, but you knew he wouldn't just tell you that bluntly. You looked at the way his hat cast a shadow on his mask. You guessed that behind the mask he looked just the same as every other Peter Parker. Yet for some reason you had convinced yourself that he looked better. His voice broke you out of your daze.

"Well..."

#spiderman noir #x reader #into the spider verse #spiderman #story #angst #fluff

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dmwrites · 1 year

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Knock, knock, knock

Techno was on his feet, hand already curled around the cold metal of his sword before he even really realized what was happening. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes, looking around his dark bedroom in confusion. Had he imagined the knocks?

Knock, knock, knock

No, he hadn’t imagined the knocks. Techno looked to the clock- it was the middle of the night. It had been a long time since anyone had called upon him at this hour, and he knew from experience nothing good could come from it. Techno let out a long sigh, and climbed down the ladder to the ground floor. He opened the front door in a swift tug, and greeted whenever stood on the other side blade-first.

“Wh- heh? Who the fuck are you?”

The man on the other end of the sword was no one Techno had ever come across on this server before. He was dressed in a fancy red suit, to start with, complete with a comically large top hat. He looked like he had hopped right out of a steampunk convention wagon, like the one Techno could see parked on the front lawn of his house.

Seemingly oblivious to the sword pointed right at his face, the man adjusted his top hat and grinned at Techno.

“Well hello there! Lovely place you have here, very snowy. Now, you seem like the type of man who needs very specific wares. Wares which, you see, I happen to have with me. If you would, kind sir, to just step with me out-”

“Heh? You’re kidding, right?” Techno gave the man a look of pure disbelief. “I- you- let me get this straight. You and I don’t know each other. I’m pointing a sword at you. And you think it’s chill to just start trying to sell me something? You are, I assume, aware that it is the middle of the night? You’re two seconds away from being skewered and hung on my wall unless you start explaining who exactly you are.” Techno moved closer, moving his sword so it was mere inches away from the man’s stomach.

“I have tnt.” The man was still smiling, and gave Techno a knowing look.

“…I'm listening.” Techno replied after a moment of silence. “How much?”

“Three shulkers full.” The man said.

“What’s a shulker?” Techno asked.

This, not the sword or the intimidation, was what seemed to snap the man out of his suave salesman pitch. “I’m sorry, what? How do you not know what-”

Techno, without warning, suddenly dropped his sword and grabbed the lapels of the man’s coat, dragging him into a kind of odd bow. The arrow wizzed overhead, missing Techno’s own head by millimeters, and lodging itself into the wood of the back wall of Techno’s living room. The man in the top hat screamed.

“The fuck is this bitch?” Phil asked, another arrow already pointed straight at the man, the only indication he was even standing in his doorway being the arrow tip that had caught the moonlight.

“Phil. Bruh. My wall.” Techno grumbled. “This is an old friend of mine, uhh…”

“Goodtimeswithscar.” The man in the top hat, who had moved to stand slightly behind Techno, supplemented.

“The fuck kind of name is goodtimeswithscar?” Phil muttered. “Stripper-ass fucker-type name.”

“Go back to bed, old man.” Techno said, and backed up, pushing Scar with him, and closing the door. A moment of silence passed, and then Techno heard Phil’s front door close. “Right.” He turned around, only to find Scar leaning against his kitchen counter, clearly catching his breath.

“What was all that about?” The man gasped out, indignant despite his breathlessness.

“That’s Phil. You’re very lucky I didn’t just let him kill you. It would have been very funny, to be fair.” Techno said, walking over to the far wall and wrenching the arrow out of it.

“Without even so much as a hello?” Scar asked indignantly.

“Eh, Phil is more of a shoot first, ask questions later type of guy.” Techno chuckled. “So, what about this tnt you speak of?”

Scar straightened up, a glitter coming back into his eyes. “Ah, yes. Well, you see, Technoblade, I traveled quite a ways from my home, and came across a nice young man in very cozy pajamas. He housed me for a while, as my Swaggon, that wagon you see on your front lawn, a spectacular model, had broken down. Now, this young man was quite poor, but, he told me of a warrior by the name of Technoblade who always needed tnt and other valuable weapons. So, I made my way over here, just to give you the best and finest tnt ever crafted.”

“Wait- who was this dude you were talking to?” Techno asked, eyes narrowing.

“Can’t quite remember his name, but he was wearing a sanic, or was it panic, onesie. Lived wayyyy out in the middle of nowhere.”

“Connor.” Techno muttered. Of course Connor would be the one to send Scar his way with no warning.

“Anyway, you seem like a man who lives in dangerous times. How about this, a special deal for my new friend who saved my life today- a stack of diamond blocks for all of the tnt I have with me.” Scar said, that damn smile on his face.

“Diamonds? How many sets of armor could you possibly have to make?” Techno asked, looking the man up and down. “Actually, don’t answer that. I get the distinct feeling that you go through diamond armor quickly. Yeah, sure, lemmie get it. I’ll come to your swag wagon out there.” Techno went to his chests and found a couple stacks of diamond blocks lying around.

Scar was standing by his wagon, beaming at Techno, eyes locked on the diamonds in his hand. “My friend, it is lovely to do business with you. Here is your tnt, and you can keep the shulkers.”

Techno tossed the diamonds to Scar, and picked up the odd-looking boxes Scar gave him. “Shulkers…”

“It’s like a movable chest- I swear, this land must live in the dark ages.” Scar said cheerfully. “And speaking of, here comes the morning sun! I must be off now, Technoblade, but it was so nice doing business with you! Goodbye! Have a nice time!”

And off the man went. Techno watched him until he was out of sight over the horizon, holding the shulkers in his hands. How very odd the whole night had been.

“So who was that, mate?” Phil sidled up to Techno’s side, looking out with him.

“Dunno. Doesn’t matter, really, because we’ve got fuck loads of tnt now.”

“Aw, mate, that’s awesome. I love tnt.”

#Decemeber 31 2022 #fic #technoblade #goodtimeswithscar #hc8 scar #dsmp #Philza is also mentioned #long post

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jup1tersparx · 1 year

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self proclaimed dog lover fuckign shoots beagle puppy with a shotgun; more at 8

(ID under cut :])

[ID: Digital art comic of a scene from Welcome to Night Vale. The only colours used are maroon, beige and the colours in between them.

Panel one features Cecil on the floor on a road. He is a man with tan skin and white hair that is black at the roots and he has 3 eyes, the third being on his forehead. He is wearing glasses and has black stud earrings. He is wearing a hawaiian shirt with a patten of roses with eyes at the centres and a white tie over an almost black unitard, and a pleated skirt over large trousers. He has white pompadour shoes and fingerless fishnet gloves. The unitard covers his ankles but not his arms, which are covered in tattoos of eyes and tentacles. Looming over him is a beagle with proportions that have been awkwardly distorted to make it somewhat human-shaped, with slit eyes like a snake. It’s mouth is open. Cecil has fallen over and is trying to shuffle backwards away from it. He looks frightened. High street buildings are visible in the background with blurry black figures staring at the camera, out of focus except for white dots for their eyes. There is a chromatic aberration effect. Panel two is the same but the beagle has been blasted backwards, with motion lines and large text reading ‘BOOM’. Cecil’s eyes are scrunched up and he has stopped moving backwards. The chromatic aberration is gone. Panel three takes up 2/3 of the comic and the perspective has changed, now being at Cecil’s eye-line. He is looking behind him, still looking distressed, with his head and shoulders visible. Behind him is Sheriff Sam, holding a smoking shotgun. The smoke partly goes into the panel above. Most of their face is in shadow from their hat, except one of their eyes, which is bright yellow with a slit for a pupil, the only non beige/maroon colour in the comic and appearing to be glowing. They are white with facial hair and a lot of freckles. They are wearing a cowboy hat and a blazer over a white tshirt and a bandolier, and are wearing leather trousers. They have a pistol holster at their hip and very high-heeled cowboy boots with an embroidered flower pattern at the top. Backpack straps are visible. They have cat ears on the side of their head where their normal ears would be with multiple piercings and a cat tail that is mostly hidden by their legs at this angle. They have heavy eyeliner and a scar across their nose. They have a ponytail that is flowing behind them, their hair is normally dark red. The background is foggy and represented with curved scribbly lines that fade towards the centre and circle around Sam. Several utility poles are visible at the left of the background. Panel four is smaller that all the others and is inside panel 3 at the bottom left, taking up roughly a fifth of the space. the perspective is at normal eye level again but is still no longer facing the buildings. Sam has stepped over to where Cecil is and is grabbing Cecil’s shoulder to help pull him up, and is holding the shotgun with one hand. They are looking at where the beagle presumably is, and both of their eyes are glowy yellow with slit pupils (cat eyes). There is a speech bubble coming from them saying ‘c’mon!’. The background is now scribbly vertical lines that fade away where they meet the road. Sam has a serious expression and Cecil still looks distressed. End ID]

#wtnv #welcome to night vale #cecil gershwin palmer #wtnv cecil #cecil palmer #sheriff sam #who’s a good boy?#<- i do not know if that is a tag but thats the episode lol #jupiter art #expect more sheriff sam art soom im having a normal one with them rn

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tfseeds · 1 year

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Random TF brainworms

Other TF prompts that have been rattling around in my brain the past year(s), mostly franchise-based:

Slime Rancher 2 - With all the weird future/alien mystery science going on, it's prime free TF-estate. And c'mon, there is NO way Viktor Humphries wouldn't have a way to splice slime DNA for science. A cotton slime-ified Gaius would be so stinking cute.

Speaking of slimes, I was definitely on a slime kick -

Stardew Valley - Basically, story involving getting caught on the wrong end of the witch's temper while cave-delving, and getting a good old fashioned slow-burn curse transforming poor farmer Gaius into a slime. Also plays into my favorite trope of trying to keep the changes hidden - as patches of blue ooze-y spots form around his mid section, he tries to wrap them with cloth to keep it from saturating into his shirt. Plastic wrap is also attempted. Too much clothing is worn during the summer. Hats to cover hair that's more like a jello mold. Close friends who discover the secret using a wheelbarrow to haul the poor unconscious slime-guy home before he puddles all over the Halloween party. Figuring out how to maintain a solid enough form to wear clothes, use tools, etc.

BIG OL FFXIV SHADOWBRINGERS/ENDWALKER SPOILERS BEYOND HERE

FFXIV - Aaaaa there's so much I want to draw and design properly.

The whole light corruption/lightwarden arc of Shadowbringers was absolutely my jam, complete with soul-cracking strain and coughing up light gunk. I'm still not satisfied with my first take on Gaius's lightwarden form. The rough mental concepts: Large and bulky, like Zinogre from MHW. Maybe a semi-quadriped. Hooves on the rear feet. Wings for sure, white mane, gold horns. Blend bull and lion and other creatures.

The thing is I really want to bring a lasting physical representation of the corruption to Gaius's current form. I'm struggling with how to do that. Lots of other WoLs changed their hair white after the events of ShB, but that doesn't fit Gaius. I've been playing with the idea of a glowing scar of some sort, like markings on his neck or maybe chest that he keeps covered. I love using the bandana in his regular fashions and could be a fun way to tie it into his lore.

Throwing in my hella-old Zinogre doodles because I want to capture some of that mid-way feature goodness with Gaius's light corruption.

The whole journey of Shadowbringers is such prime real estate for transformation trauma - budding horns, patches of skin/fur bleaching out, those random soul-crunching episodes as a little more light escapes and furthers the process... All the while having to keep moving forward, despite the quest literally eating him. The other fun part with going sineater is the invisible changes, like a growing craving for aether, and losing the clarity of other senses like physical touch and taste. Gaius's character has always been a boisterous lover of food with a bottomless appetite. It's part of his love language - he makes sure his friends are well fed with snacks and home-made meals. This is something Minfilia/Ryne gets to experience intensely as he does his best to make sure the young girl is well nourished through their travels, and as a way to include her in the family.

There is a whole comic I will probably never get around to drawing, highlighting group meals along their journey - Gaius sharing his travel snacks in Il Mheg, getting her to join them for drinks and a big meal in the Crystarium, forcing a second helping of stew on her in Rak'tika with Runar. But then it comes to a small camp in the Tempest as the Scions overlook the skyline of Amaurot, one last rest before they venture into the final leg of their journey. Ryne is the one who brings a bowl of soup to Gaius, who is sitting apart from the others. The man is already showing extreme lightwarden features which have been spreading since the episode on Mt. Gulg. "I brought you some soup. To keep your strength up," she offers. He turns his one still-blue eye to her and smiles sadly. "Thanks, but I'm not hungry." He wishes he was. He wishes he could still taste anything. He wishes food didn't sit like a rock in his stomach. The look of grief and pity on Ryne's face is obvious.

Just, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. *rolls around in traumatizing-OCs-for-fun brainworms*

I want to tie the whole light corruption in with Gaius's struggle with his Inner Release beast - probably the best and terrible example I could give of what's in my brain is like how Naruto has the fox spirit sealed inside him. Inner Release is a whole other monster or side of Gaius that he harnesses for power, but not without risk of losing himself to it. Like something during the post-ARR banquet breaks it and that's why he takes up Samurai during HW, as a way to learn to control himself with discipline, meditation, and patience. The whole lightwarden thing either corrupts or fuses with his inner release, and maybe he still manifests some features while he's berserking, like vestigial horns and spikes. IDK, still playing around with that. I do think he keeps his hair longer to cover the small gold horns left over from his light corruption, along with whatever other scarring I settle on. Trying to distance himself from the 'beast' is a big long part of Gaius's struggle through FFXIV.

AND AND. I THINK ZENOS GOT TO FIGHT FULL-ON LIGHT INNER RELEASE BEAST GAIUS AT THE VERY END. Where Gaius finally let's himself fully sink into the pit and embrace everything he's kept buried away, that even he is too afraid to acknowledge. Accepting Zenos also includes accepting the entirety of himself, beast and all. Fray would be proud.

#More screaming into the void when I should be working

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kalpasio · 1 year

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DID IT TAKE ME 10 DAYS TO WATCH THE GOLDEN COURTYARD EPISODES? YES. AM I LATE TO THE PARTY? YES, WHATS NEW. AM I MAKING AN ABSURDLY LONG POST ABOUT IT? YES, W H A T S N E W.

here's the play by play

I hate kosma without horns but the fact that he has a poster of Kalpas in his room is making up for it

the absolute cackle I gave when Kevin goes "yeah what part are they responsible for?" and Kalpas is beating the shit out of the dough 😭😭😭😭😭

I would die for griseo

aponia scares the shit outta me

I love Sakura 😭💖

I love vill-v 🧡🧡

why are aponia boobs so big?

I love vill-v 🧡

oh they're making kalpas face away from the camera to hide his fa-- IS HE CARRYING A PLATE OF FIRE??

I would die for this man

NOT THE FACE MASK

do you think Eden knows he has the face mask on

the little bonk Griseo gives kosmas dumpling

aponia really scares me ahahahahahah

100% Kevin went out an bought those

YEAH OF FUCKING COURSE HE DID

SUFFER

why is can so larg?

all the pillows 😭 and vill-v's hat 😭😭

also Kalpas doing The Squat (TM)

why is he playing on mobile oh my gosh I'm so concerned

kinda sad Rin isn't here 😔

not to be horny on main but vill-v pretty

all the little details they put into the background are so good and I love it

MEI with the 👍👍👍 and Kevin smiling...hhhh I know this man is whipped but like oof

do not let Kevin in the kitchen

they really did pardo dirty huh

THEY DONT EVEN GIVE THE KALPAS SNOWMAN A FACE REVEAL D A M N THEY ARE STINGY

I draw smiley faces like :> so the fact that Griseo painted on just made me so happy lmao

I started episode 2 which was a mistake I'm sorry

KALPAS BEING STRONGER THAN KOSMA AND KEVIN IS GIVING ME LIFE

NOT SU'S TREEEEEE

I am definitely not paused and trying not to cry on the hot spring picture. nope.

NOT THE SNOW

soldering isn't that hard, 100% trust vill-v with that. but uhhh. that hole is a little large to solder...

I love su. and hua too 😭🧡🧡🧡

your honor I think I'm in love with all the flame chasers except Kevin. fuck kevin

t tHe PHOTO ALBUM?!?!!?

MHY. DO YOU KNOW. HOW MUCH. I WOULD PAY????? like 2 cents because I'm a broke college kid but please I am begging you😭😭😭😭😭😭

Kevin's fucking haunted face lmao if I didn't hate him so much I would be tempted to make this a profile pic lol

why does Kevin stick his ass out like that?

what is THAT

SU OPENED HIS EYES OH FUCK

oh no poor baby griseo

oop. there she goes

OH NO THERE THE COMICS GO 😭

p pardo?

OH NO PARDO

please do not eat the very very old cup noodles. not only are they definitely expired, Kevin made them. you're going to get food poisoning

why is kalpas sitting in a corner alone 😭😭

the fucking Squat lmao

is he just staring at a magazine full of pictures of himself? because like I would tok but damn

we are only 6 minutes in oh dear

oh?! Eden finally makes an appearance? what is the deal with her helmet tho

also how is she not freezing with her boobs out like that? I am here to tell you, when it is cold, you cover that shit up

AND HER STOMACH?! EDEN HOW ARE YOU NOT DEAD

didn't they ask you to pick up flour Eden??

Kevin is already thinking of other places to live and he's just moved in lmao

APONIA MAKING A VERY GOOD POINT I TOLD YOU THEY WOULD KILL YOU

kalpas with his face in the floor 😭 su fucking meditating 😭 I am dying

AND THE BOOK ON HIS FACE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH

pardo: I had this really horrible dream!

kalpas: ok, and? I'm fucking tired

the fact that they're all so supportive is gonna make me cry oh my gosh

where are the subtitles oh no

the scar 😭 please just give us the face reveal I am dying

kosmas little horns on his hat lol

"it's just a sunrise" hold on real quick I gotta take a pic for my gf

IN THE DREAM WE WERE HEROES. BUT WE WERE ALSO LOSERS

my friend quotes this to me daily but oh my gosh oooof

I just want them to be happy PLEASE

Griseo asking kosma his wish is 😭😭 she does so much to make him happy and it makes me so sad

THE ACTION FIGURES ME FUCKING TO KOSMA

Eden and Ely kinda gay ngl👀👀

why does Kevin get 3 wishes damn

I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE SAKURA'S EARS OH MY GOSH 🧡🧡

basically. I'm dying. why did you let me do this 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

#please dont read this its way too long #im having a fucking time #also I have a oneshot that's basically finished so I'll either post it tonight or tomorrow #probably tonight #I DON'T KNOW WHAT DAY I'M SUPPOSED TO BE POSTING ON ANYMORE AHAHAHAH #please don't kill me #kevin's haunted face didn't save #I had to add it because It's really good #even though you've all seen it #that's all that changed lol

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thehellishbastards-dnd · 1 year

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Session Two- Living Dead Girl

■ You and your group of adventurers have made your way to the Elfsong Tavern in the Lower City of Baldur's Gate. Rescerys and Erros have opted to visit the attached stable, while Sterling, Dah'Zuhl, and Draxun continue into the tavern to complete the task given to them by Alstan.

■ As you enter the tavern, you notice that misery hangs thick in the air, and the vases are filled with decaying/dead flowers. The tavern's namesake becomes apparent as an eerie disembodied voice of an elvish woman singing echoes around you all. Sterling shares that she is singing a song lamenting a lover lost at sea.

■ The three of you survey the patrons of the tavern, looking for the man described in your notes. You spot a person of interest, a red Tiefling with black hair, red skin, sipping a pitcher of ale, and discretely peering at you with an expression of curiosity and concern. Taking the initiative to approach this stranger, Sterling approaches his table with the others in tow.

■ The stranger shares that he is not the Tiefling they are looking for, but that he too has found himself randomly summoned to the Nine Hells, searching for riches and treasure. He extends a proposition to the party, asking to join you in the hopes that maybe you can all help each other get what it is they desire. You all happily accept this offer, and the stranger introduces himself as Crux Lomar, a Tiefling rogue bounty hunter with an affinity for stealth, mystery, and relaying information he has already gathered from the Nine Hells.

■ You all approach a blue Tiefling with circular glasses who is sitting alone, playing with his thumbs, wearing an apron smeared in a mysterious green substance. Crux tries his best to lay on the charm and asks if he has seen any red Tieflings pass through. The blue Tiefling speaks for the first time, asking "do you know what my name is?". He introduces himself as Murder, and the party is perplexed. Murder goes on to explain "I didn't mean to kill them. I only ever wanted to love them". You ask him what it is he loves the most in life, so that they may help rename him. You suggest the name Herb, which he prefers. To offer thanks to you, he gives you all a riddle to solve, which Crux answers correctly, and Dah’Zuhl receives the "Whip Of Thorns" as a weapon. Herb explains that he has seen many Tieflings of the given description, but one man and his wife stand out.

■ You all make your way to a table across the tavern, revelling in the useful tip and taking the opportunity to share some of your backstories. You notice a blue Grung with a comically large chef's hat, wearing only an apron, guarding the door to the tavern's kitchen and Dah'Zuhl appears slightly frightened and withdrawn upon spotting the Grung.

■ As you relax in the tavern, the doors swing open to reveal a red Tiefling woman and her husband, matching the exact description of who you've been looking for. The woman, Hisphi, is cursing out her brother, Rolthus, for trying to stop her from visiting the tavern that night. Crux approaches the couple and flatters Hisphi while Sterling subtly beckons Rolthus over to the table. Hisphi accepts Crux's offer to buy her drinks and joins him at the bar while Rolthus joins the rest of you at the table.

■ While at the bar, Crux questions Hisphi about the large scars on Rolthus, but she seems nervous and hesitant to explain. Meanwhile, at the table, Rolthus is sitting nervously in silence. Dah’Zuhl has an idea and gives him a Cinnamon Twist from his backpack. Rolthus devours it in a starved frenzy, making Dah’Zuhl feel a twinge of guilt. Rolthus stands up, walks to the bar, and slaps Hisphi's face, saying "I'm not sorry." Hisphi erupts, telling Rolthus that he is just worthless, and storms out of the tavern.

■ Rolthus invites the rest of you to sit with him and uses his gold to purchase a feast of roasted bat wings, candied spider's eyes, sweet apple tart, and deep-fried miniature space hamster. You sit in comfortable silence, occasionally explaining to Rolthus who you are and where you're taking him. During the feast, Dah’Zuhl experiences an outer body experience as a delicious smell fills the air. He peels himself away from his chair, and Sterling spots an elven honey cake sitting on an antique chest in the corner of the room. Sterling pockets some slices of this cake, and he and Dah’Zuhl both indulge in the cake's exquisite flavour.

■ Suddenly, the tavern shakes, and a Banshee appears before you, its face twisted into an expression of pure hate and anger. Crux unsheathes his Psychic blades, Sterling hurls a fireball, and Dah’Zuhl fires his longbow through the Banshee's chest. The Banshee swings her fist at Dah’Zuhl but misses and turns to him and Sterling with an expression of pure hatred. The pair lock eyes and realise, they have in-fact fucked up.

■ You witness Crux suddenly enter a fit of rage and attack the Banshee with his blades, causing significant damage. He then screams at her to fight him. Draxun readies his battleaxe and swiftly brings it through the Banshee's neck, causing her to disappear in a burst of bright blue light and a final shriek.

■ The tavern patrons are in awe as they re-light the candles and stare at the spot where the Banshee once was. Sterling remarks “I guess we can have our cake and eat it too”, but Draxun just shakes his head and reaches for his ale. Crux turns around and sees Rolthus shaking under the table, seemingly having flashbacks to his time in the Blood Wars.

■ Dah’Zuhl, who hasn’t spoken since you all arrived, sits next to Rolthus and shares his own war experience, hoping to comfort him. Dah’Zuhl says “I was in a war once too, it was a war of great anguish, and bright crimson skies. But it's over now. We’ve survived”. To which Rolthus replies “You may have survived, but a part of me did not”.

■ Leaving Recerys and Erros to tend to the horses, the party brings Rolthus back to the three kegs where Alstan, the tavern owner, is cleaning. He sobs and embraces Rolthus, overjoyed to see him. Alstan reveals that he is Rolthus's “wife”, and apologises for not being honest with you all. You happily accept his apology and ask for your payment. Alstan pays the whole party 75gp extra and offers you a place to stay for the night, pouring you each a pint of ale and drawing up a bubble bath for Dah’Zuhl.

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100yearoldcomics · 2 years

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May 28, 1922 Abie the Agent by Harry Hershfield

TOP PANEL [ID: Abe sits at a long banquet table in the middle of a long line of guests. Every other guest is a uniformed police officer, and everyone sat between them (other than Abe) is a nervous-looking tough fellow. The cops look aloof. Abe looks overjoyed. /end]

MAIN COMIC [ID: Abe turns around in his swivel chair away from his rolltop desk to speak to his friend Bill. Bill sits opposite him in a wooden chair, holding out a ticket. Abe lights a cigarette. /end] Bill: ...and the boys of our Pastime Club is giving a swell blowout and you got to be there, Abe. I'm the big cheese. The president! Abe: Sure, Bill. I'll positivel attend.

[ID: Bill leaves and Abe turns back to his desk, puffing out smoke rings. /end] Abe: Noo, I'm trapped into it!!! I hate to get gemixed in with them tough affairs, but I got to stand in good with Bill. He's a rough feller, but big and honest! I'm good safe with him!!

[ID: Abe walks nervously into the Pastime Club, his hat and ticket in his hands. Everyone else in attendance is much taller and rather rough-looking with square jaws, facial scars and large blue ribbons pinned to their suit jackets. /end] Abe: A good evening, everybody!

[ID: Abe finds a quiet area of the party and turns around to consider the guests. A poster behind him reads, "Don't forget the 23rd. Dance and entertainment! PRIZES. Ladies, 20¢ - Gents, 10¢. /end] Abe: Oy, what a flock of guerrillas what is attending this banquet. I'm a nothing in their hands!!!

[ID: Bill approaches Abe and bends over, trying to soothe Abe's nerves. /end] Bill: Now don't worry, Abe. There'll be no crooked work while I'm on the job! Abe: I got heavy confidence in you, Bill!

[ID: Abe sits, his eyes turning away from his nose, between soused tough guys who start belting old drinking tunes off-key. /end] Soused Singer #1: 𝄞♫ Me mudder was a lady-y-y-y ♫ Soused Singer #2: 𝄞♫ East side, West side. ♫

[ID: Abe happily passes a heaping bowl of grapes across the table. While he's distracted, the man sitting next to him pickpockets his pocket watch. /end] Diner: Pass the grapes, cul! Abe: Sure. You want something else, maybe? Soused Singer #2: 𝄞♫ It's always fair wedder, when good fellers get togedder. ♫

[ID: Abe walks out of the dining room, furiously searching the pockets of his suit vest. Bill rushes up, concerned. /end] Abe: Gone!!! My watch is gone!!!!!! Bill: What's wrong, Abe???

Abe: Yes, Bill, I'm pretty sure it was the feller next to me, on mine left! Bill: The dirty crook. He can't pull no rough stuff like that and get away with it. So he copped your watch, eh? I'll get it back for you!!!!

[ID: Abe stands by a column wrapped with a festive garland, a boxing poster on the wall behind him. He nervously watches Bill go to work in the dining room. /end] Abe: He's a big, rough diamond, this Bill. He's different from the other toughers here! I hope he don't kill that crook on my account!!!!

[ID: Bill happily struts back up to Abe, holding out his pocket watch. /end] Bill: Well, here's your watch! Abe: What did he say?

Bill: Sh-h-h. Not so loud. He don't know I got it! [ID: Abe glares at Bill, unpleasantly stunned. /end]

#newspaper comics #vintage #history #1922 #abie the agent #transcript available #1920s #mugging #pickpocket #criminal underworld

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anonymouspuzzler · 2 years

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I believe I posted this on Twitter with the caption "bimbofication? no, Limbofication", so if you follow me on Twitter congratulations you get that dumb joke twice

for real though, this started as "hey I bet Davey would look great in a Yugo Limbo-esque style", and it spiraled from there! It was a really fun challenge, though, and ended up giving me some good insight to bring back into their "permanent" designs - you probably noticed the eyes in particular got carried back to Davey in the last post!

oh yeah there's a sona in there too I guess but more importantly, bonus Davey whom has been given An Kiss (item):

(Detailed image descriptions under cut!)

[Image 1: Puzz's original character Buck, drawn in a Yugo Limbo style. He is a barrel-chested, middle-aged white man with a bushy mustache, large round nose, square head, heavy brow, and two tufts of reddish hair on his otherwise-balding head. He is wearing a forest-green turtleneck sweater, khaki pants, and heavy brown boots. He is sitting with his left arm resting on his left knee, which is propped up slightly higher than the other, and his right arm stretched out with palm resting on an invisible surface. Behind him is a large, bright-orange painted square and a smaller, forest-green square down and left from it, serving as an abstract background.]

[Image 2: Puzz's original character Davey, drawn in a Yugo Limbo style. He is a lanky, middle-aged Black man with curly dark-brown hair in a ponytail, a thin mustache, diagonal scar from the top left to bottom right side of his face, and right arm amputated at the shoulder with a visible scar from shoulder to mid-chest. He is wearing light blue overalls with the right strap undone and a green patch on the left thigh, a brown toolbelt around his waist, brown laced-up boots with pointed toes, and a brown leather glove. He is leaning back, propped up with his left hand, right leg crossed over his left, looking back over his shoulder and grinning. Behind him is a large, forest-green square and a smaller, red-orange square down and right from it, serving as an abstract background.]

[Image 3: Puzz's original character Minerva (AKA Minnie), drawn in a Yugo Limbo style. She is a prepubescent girl with an oval face, red hair in giant braided pigtails, freckles, buck teeth, and a disdainful expression. She is wearing an off-white school uniform shirt with golden-yellow stripes on the sleeves, a golden-yellow pleated skirt, light-yellow sweater tied around her neck, knee-high white socks, tan mary-jane shoes, and matching gloves. She is standing with her right hand on her hip, glowering as she looks to the right, with a scribbled "grumpy" symbol next to her. There is a purple painted square at an angle behind her, serving as an abstract background.]

[Image 4: Puzz's sona drawn in a Yugo Limbo style. She has pale purple skin, a round head, big round eyes with three lashes underneath, half-moon glasses, pink cheeks, and a tiny button nose. Her hair is a wavy shoulder-length bob, pink on her right and blue on her left, with a jagged cowlick coming off the left side. She also has a small fascinator top hat tilted to her right on top of her head. She is wearing a light pink turtleneck sweater, black overalls cuffed at the pants, and tiny pink heeled boots. There are several hearts, exclamation points, and puzzle pieces surrounding her head. She stands with her right leg very slightly lifting off, right hand gesturing outwards, left raised with her pointer finger up, a smile on her face.]

[Image 5 (inline with text): A single-panel comic of Davey drawn in a Yugo Limbo style. He is grinning cheekily with his tongue sticking out, winking with his left eye, raising his left hand towards his face. There is a purple lipstick mark on his right cheek. He says, "OH!! Flirt! Tragically, I'm spoken for, but my ego sure thanks you", with hearts around the speech bubble near the last sentence.]

#Anonymous Puzzler art #Anonymous Puzzler originals #'wow puzz what made you get into trying to ape the yugo limbo style all of a sudden' PLEASE STAY TUNED. FOR MORE QUEUED POSTS #tw amputation slash missing limb if anyone needs that tagged #by the way thanks for y'all's patience while i figure out alt text slash descriptions!! I got some best practices referred to me now #Villain Coded comic

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kiwinatorwaffles · 2 years

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everybody’s powers in the hero au

how could i make a superhero au without thinking of awesome powers for every character involved? exactly!

take this combined effort from me and my friends to come up with hilarious and interesting powers from both the main and side characters <3 full post under cut!

update- may 26, 2022: i have an updated version! it's much more elaborate and is in the style of an archive document, so check that out in this post!

WARNING: MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS

x: void portals. he can open them in space and they transport either himself or other people/things out of another one. strong on his own, but even better as a support power (which you’ll see with ex)

ex: none. but he knows martial arts and has weapons that he will use without hesitation. works tremendously well when paired with x.

wels: basically has the power of Cool Sword. he can summon different weapons (think erza from fairy tail, if you know what that is) which are strengthened by his spirit, but only if he sings out their names. he’s incredibly good at singing because of this!

hels: he just sets his own sword on fire basically and he’s jealous of wels’ power

boatem incorporated

grian: used to just be an alien bird with crazy batshit insane powers, but flew into a waffle house and got bitten by a radioactive human (jevin). now he can also turn into a human! he can breathe fire and has super strength, but he only has those powers in his bird form.

pearl: same species of alien bird as grian (they are lost siblings) except she Got Good and learned how to maintain a human form and use her powers. she can shoot lasers out of her eyes, fly, and has super strength.

scar: cartoon logic! he can defy gravity, but only if he doesn’t look down. he can summon a comically large hammer out of nowhere. he can summon banana peels to trip his enemies. all he needs to do is put on a hat and a silly mask and suddenly he’s mr. goodtimes and nobody recognizes him! but he has a weakness to pianos and anvils.

mumbo: a robot! basically becomes vision if connected to wifi, but his power depends on the ping. give him shitty wifi and he moves at 5fps. he can go offline mode, but will have no powers outside of limb stretching in this state.

impulse: candy summoning! as long as the candy meets the two requirements of having sugar and being unhealthy, he can summon it. the only nerf is that he needs to carry sugar on him at all times, which has led to quite a few misunderstandings.

big eyes crew

keralis: mind control. pretty fucking overpowered. but he often accidentally ends up using it in times that he doesn’t intend (however he does it to tango on purpose while playing it off as an accident)

bdubs: he is Literally just a glare. he hisses in the dark. he bites.

tango: his hair can turn into fire… but that’s about it? it can roast marshmallows, but it can’t really burn anything. he’s mainly used as a human torch and is the getaway driver LMAO

lulu: big eyes crew’s shitty getaway car. she looks like she’ll break down at a gust of wind, but she can go up to incredible speeds. she can also fly.

ungrouped

zed: none. he was an inventor before the whole hero thing, but joined the heroes league for his little brother as a part of the mechanical division :]

worm man: being… a worm LMAO he has the ability to go through floors and “swim” in them like water.

cub: he’s just a random alien they let be the front counter guy. his powers are currently unknown.

gem: she controls your math grade. so pay attention to her class or else.

other side characters

doc: psychokinesis- can control things with his mind. easily one of the strongest heroes, but his lack of morals and daydrinking tendencies make him very risky to deploy. he’s only called over for emergency situations.

ren: bloodbending. his power increases with the moon phases. also can make really good coffee

etho: literally a magical girl, with transformation and a magical girl outfit and everything. he has the power of anime logic, where if he has friendship, he instantly wins. also bdubs is his “animal” companion

tfc: minecraft logic. he can float blocks and do all kinds of batshit insane things. he’s retired, though.

cleo: she’s a zombie so she can easily regenerate in a strange way! she’s not a hero, but if anyone ever needed her for a situation, then she’s more than happy to help.

stress: flower power baby!!! grows lots of cool plants as combat.

that’s all i have for now! i’ll probably add more if i think of any.

#orchard’s library #void duo hero au #hermitcraft #vdhau #vdhau talk

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ranboo5 · 2 years

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Vampire AU with the Technoenjoyercord squad led to developments

[ID: A messy 8-panel digital comic based off the hospital pepsi post, featuring DSMP/MCYT characters and an OC in an urban fantasy/vampire AU.

Tommy (vampire) is a scuffed up teenager with blond hair, red eyes, sharp teeth, and thick dark eyebrows; Tubbo (fae) is a shorter teenager with bright-yellow compound eyes, bug antennae, darker tied-back hair, scruff, and facial scarring; Phil (vampire) is a middle-aged man in a robe and tied-on hat, with red eyes and sharp teeth; Wilbur (edgelord LARPer) is a tall man with darker hair in a trenchcoat, half-fingerless gloves, a shirt that says #FUCK #DIE, and edgy jewelry; SquidKid (human) is a man in a monocle and a double-buttoned suit with a rose, and dark hair in two braids that end in prominent light loose sections evocative of squid tentacles; Ranboo (glamoured fae) is a tall, lanky bald teenager with spirally red and green eyes, heavy freckling, and sharp teeth in a suit, crown, and gloves; Sneegsnag (human) is a heavyset man with wrist braces, heavy scruff, and loosely tied-back hair; the OC, Marigold (human) is an older woman in a sweater with glasses, a nose piercing, and a kerchief tying back her chin-length hair; Technoblade (human) is a large man with scruff and facial scarring, with loosely wavy pink hair, dark eyes, and glasses. The dialogue is all added via screenshots of the post.

PANEL 1 Tommy, gesturing matter of factly: Kinda fucked up and nasty how vampires drink blood, imo. Like. Pepsi costs a dollar seventy five PANEL 2 Tubbo, indignant: WHERE ARE YOU GETTING PEPSI FOR $1.75? THAT SHITS LIKE $2.30 MINIMUM Tommy: Hospital PANEL 3 Phil, confused: Who the fuck is paying 2.30 for a Pepsi? Wilbur, smiling, playing into the bit: Not me I’m paying a dollar seventy five. At the hospital PANEL 4 SquidKid: I pay like $2.50 but I’m Canadian Ranboo: I feel like we’re getting off topic PANEL 5 Sneegsnag: blood is free? Ranboo: So is Pepsi if you steal it? PANEL 6 Marigold, concerned: why... why is op get their pepsi from the hospital Tommy, indignant (more played up in the drawing than the text tone of the screenshot implies): Because it’s only a dollar seventy five Squid: Why in God’s name would a vampire drink Pepsi Ranboo, shrugging: Why would anyone drink Pepsi? PANEL 7 Squid, exasperated: am I having a stroke??? Tubbo, smiling casually with a hand on Squid’s shoulder: You might want to go to a hospital then Ranboo, leaning over with a hand up like he’s saying something informative: I hear the Pepsi is cheaper there PANEL 8 Technoblade, standing with a neutral expression with the text *entering from kitchen* behind him, holding out a cut mango with the splash text MANGO written over it:

The only colored elements are Tommy’s, Tubbo’s, Phil’s, and Ranboo’s eyes, Squid’s rose, Marigold’s kerchief, Technoblade’s hair, and the mango and splashtext around it.

#/food #ask to tag #pencilmarks

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starsailrvee · 3 years

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scar said he's not wearing his tiny hat under the comically large hat which means he definitely is wearing his tiny hat under the comically large hat.

#hermitcraft #hc8 #goodtimeswithscar #star rambles

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azureashes · 3 years

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Mess Her Up

NSFW 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI Summary: Levi Ackerman is just an ordinary gang member who receives an order he knows well. To mess her up. Only things don't turn out as he expects.

Pairings: Levi x OC, (Levi x Reader if you squint) Word count: 6.9 K Trigger warnings: Noncon, Dubcon, Blood Play, Knife Play, Gang Activity, Beatings, Masochism (?), Torture (?)

A young woman traipsed through the abandoned, yellowed stone alleyways, the sun shining high illuminating their surfaces and leaving deep shadows under the overhangs and archways. The buildings here were built out of stone centuries ago, in what must once have been an applauded endeavor in stone masonry but had since been abandoned for nearly as long. The beige tint of the stones set the image of a sepia landscape and was interrupted only by the flash of green of a rare tree or shrub in the area. It was a place that would look beautiful in pictures but was eerie in its abandoned echoes in person.

Her long hair trailed behind her and she smoothed down her skirts, clutching her cross-body purse as she climbed in her black flats lightly over the large stone steps that were clearly built for humans more intimidating than herself in size.

Spying a handsome young man leaning against the wall of a darkened alleyway, she marched towards him with renewed determination. His black hair was parted to the side falling loosely into his aloof face that looked displeased with the world in general. His stormy grey eyes were intent on the knife in his hand that he polished to a shine, glinting in the afternoon sunlight.

As she approached, his gaze flicked onto her, like a jaguar whose prey had fallen into his line of sight when he wasn’t interested in the hunt. A warning to back off.

“Excuse me,” she called, her voice ringing sweetly off the abandoned stone walls. He frowned at the young woman, irritation sparking in his eyes that she had disregarded his unspoken warning. “I’m looking for someone,” she continued obliviously.

Rummaging through her purse, she withdrew a photograph of a smiling young man with hair the shade of her own. “This is my brother. He hasn’t come home for three days. An elderly gentleman told me he had seen him somewhere around here. Do you think you could help me?” Her pleading tone of voice and wide, innocent eyes were met with a hardened, unmoved expression.

When he spoke, she was equally as surprised by the soothing quality of his voice as she was by the harsh, irritated tone he chose to speak in.

“Get lost, brat.”

She was taken aback by the rude rebuttal but, biting her lip, refused to back down. “Please,” she voiced, reaching out for his arm to convey her urgency, her eyes turned up to him desperately. He flinched at her touch and turned a livid glare in her direction. “Please,” she repeated, “He’s my only brother. I’m so worried about him.”

“Get your hands off me,” he hissed, his hands stilling in their movements where they were polishing the knife. She was suddenly struck by the realization that the gleaming switchblade in his hands was only a whim away from embedding itself in her flesh. That surely, him cleaning his knife meant it had recently been in use? Hesitantly, she withdrew her hand. “Can’t you help me?” she entreated again breathlessly.

“Is there something wrong with your ears? I said fuck off.” The scathing retort, clearly meant to scare her away, only served to have her dig in her heels in response. He hadn’t claimed not to know the young man in the photograph.

“Hey, Levi,” came a raspy voice from the shadows, “Who’s the visitor?”

When she turned her gaze towards the darkened alleyway, she found a tall, rugged blond standing there, his countenance partly veiled by the shadows, despite the brilliant sunlight.

“Tch.”

For whatever reason, the man’s sudden appearance served to irritate the black-haired man and he shot the strange girl a disparaging glance. One that seemed to read, “You brought this on yourself.”

Casting a wary glance at the raven-haired man - Levi, apparently, was his name - she sidestepped him to approach the blond man towering over her in the alleyway. Up close, she could see a thin scar running from one temple, down across the bridge of his prominent nose.

“Excuse me, sir,” she began, holding up the photograph, “Have you seen this man? He’s my brother and hasn’t been home in three days.”

Levi averted his gaze as the stupid woman made her stupid plea. Fools with no sense of danger could only blame themselves for whatever followed.

True to character, the blond took one look at the picture in her hand and laughed aloud, a deep, rumbling sound that grated against Levi’s ears and made the young woman hesitate uncertainly.

“Why, Levi,” the man chuckled, “it’s rude to leave a young woman standing outside like this. You should have shown her in.”

The long-haired woman looked from one man to the other nervously as she clung to the strap of her cross-body purse. Levi came up behind her with an irritated expression, as if she were severely wasting his time. Caught with the muscular man towering over her in front of her and Levi approaching from behind, all routes of escape were cut off. She swallowed nervously as Levi met her eye with a bored expression. “You heard the man,” he drawled, nodding towards the alleyway.

With apprehensive determination, she nodded and stepped into the darkness, bypassing the taller man who was still chuckling ominously to himself. Unable to see in front of her for the darkness, her footsteps slowed, and Levi, pressing a hand to her back, shoved her forwards. “Keep moving,” was the gruff command. His hand on her back felt warm – larger and stronger than she would have expected - and in the darkness, his low voice sounded as if he spoke directly into her ear, sending chills up her spine.

At length, he pushed open a door that was invisible to her in the darkness and she stepped into the light on the other side, blinking.

She had entered what appeared to be a large common room with mismatched sofas and tables in various states of disrepair scattered across the sprawling space. A generous refrigerator hummed loudly in a corner and a pool table with worn-out green felt stood off to the side. A single lightbulb flickered in a green lampshade that hung oddly, almost comically, to one side.

She noticed now, that the room was filled with people equally as intimidating as the man she had left behind, absorbed in drink, games, or tobacco and talk. Their muscular bodies implied that these were men who depended on their strength to survive, and the scars that decorated what she could see of their skin were evidence of the lengths they would go to, to do so. In comparison, she was small and insignificant, less than a morsel to the fearsome men in front of her. She clutched the photograph to her chest and stepped backwards, looking from one terrifying face to the other. When she bumped into a broad chest, she spun around in surprise, only to find Levi closing the door behind them, looking at her through unfeeling gray eyes down the bridge of his nose.

She backed away from him, intimidated, and found herself in the center of the room surrounded by the watchful eyes of men whose intentions she failed to read.

“Well, well, well...” voiced a gruff voice from the back of the room, With a gasp, she saw a tall, gangly man lying on a sofa hidden from view. His face was concealed by a cowboy hat but as he rose to his feet now, he replaced it on his head, covering his long, straggly gray hair. His low chuckle and his self-assured smirk confirmed what the silence in the room implied – this was the leader of the group.

“What do we have here?” The man marched right up to her and caught her chin in an unforgiving grip, as he lifted her eyes up to him. “Pretty little thing you brought in, Levi.”

Still, the raven-haired man behind her was silent and unmoving. The man with the cowboy hat suddenly caught sight of the photograph and with one fluid movement snatched it out of her hands. His eyes lit up in recognition and he lowered his head as a deep, sinister chuckle rumbled from his lips. “Well, isn’t this precious?” he barked with a laugh.

“Tell me, sweetheart,” he waved the photograph in front of her face mockingly, “Who is this?”

“That’s-,” she took a deep breath for courage, “That’s my brother! If you know anything about his whereabouts, please tell me!” She lifted entreating eyes to the man, despite the sadistic amusement apparent on his features.

“Well...” he drawled, “We might know something.” He laughed, turning around and holding the picture up for the men gathered there to see, “Don’t we, boys?”

Raucous laughter erupted in the room at the girl’s poor fortune. “Listen here, girl,” he leaned in close until she could smell the unsavory mixture of tobacco, coffee, and alcohol on his breath, “Your brother has been our guest for the last couple of days. And he can’t leave here until we’ve shown him the full extent of our hospitality. That’s just good manners, isn’t it?”

“Is- is that so?” she stepped backwards, her eyes darting from one harsh, unforgiving face to another, “Well, then, I...”

“Oh, no you don’t,” the man had a lazy, laidback demeanor, but when his hand shot out to catch hold of her wrist, it was fast as the strike of a viper. He held her hand high, so that she had to stand on tiptoe to ease the pressure on her arm. “Now that you’re here, we can’t just let you leave. You’re our guest, too, aren’t you?”

He whirled her around and faced the men who had abandoned their card games and drinks to give their leader their full attention. “Who wants to show our princess here a good time? No one should be able to say that we treat our guests poorly, isn’t that right?”

A hum of agreement and low chuckles met his words as more men than she could count shouted back volunteering statements.

With one last burst of strength, she tore her hand free and made a mad dash for the exit only to come up against the chest of the raven-haired man once more. He stood with his back towards the door and lifted his eyebrows, unimpressed by her attempts to escape.

“Well, look at that,” the man in the cowboy hat jeered, “I think she likes you, Levi.”

Raucous laughter erupted in the room as Levi narrowed his eyes at the girl, irritated that she was causing this uproar and dragging him into this.

“Is this really necessary, Kenny?” he complained, turning narrowed eyes onto his boss.

“Oi. Go on, then. Show her a good time.” A shiver passed through her as she turned her eyes up to the raven-haired man who was pointedly ignoring her.

“It’s not her fault she has a piece of shit for a brother, and unlike you sleazy bastards, I don’t have a thing for brats,” his arguments fell on deaf ears, but his eyes dropped to the girl in front of him in surprise, when he saw that she had taken hold of the hem of his shirt between her thumb and forefinger, her head lowered, expression unreadable. Her action was invisible to the men behind her, but confused Levi, even as Kenny barked further orders.

“Birds of a feather, Levi.” He jerked a thumb at a door behind them, “Mess her up. That’s an order.”

“Tch,” irked beyond expression, he grabbed hold of her wrist and dragged her down through the living area to the jeers and catcalls of the men, pushing open one of the closed doors and pulling her through before pressing the door shut behind them, muffling the vulgar statements of the men beyond.

He eyed her calculatingly, his grey eyes walled off from her as his gaze wandered over her form from head to toe, his sharp mind mulling over a definition to the words, “mess her up.”

The resounding click that met her ears informed her that the door had been locked, and she was stuck with this enigmatic, terrifying man. He approached her slowly, annoyance still lingering in his eyes as he muttered, “I told you to get lost.”

Her eyes darted from one corner of the dimly lit room to another, shoulders trembling. An armchair and a tattered sofa stood haphazardly in the room, a beat-up old table with scratch marks stood tossed to the side. Light from a single, boarded up window strained to get inside. Telltale signs of struggle were visible in every corner of the room.

“You brought this on yourself,” his voice was deceptively soft and the skin at the nape of her neck prickled in response.

“I –“ she faltered, “Do you really want to do this to me?”

He drew closer as she retreated, backing up until her legs came up against the worn-out table. Her fingers traced its edge as she leaned backwards, trying to put every possible inch of distance between them. “Not my call,” he answered easily, towering over her now. She sucked in a breath, summoning mindless protests, but his closed fist slammed into her abdomen before she could utter a word, causing her to double over in pain.

“I’ll make this quick,” he offered, no touch of emotion lacing his voice. An unfeeling hand took hold of her long tresses and he tossed her carelessly backwards, the clattering sound of her falling against the table and the wooden legs skidding against the stone floor loud enough for the gathering outside to hear. She struggled back to her feet, and the next blow landed on the side of her face, leaving a large bloody bruise but carefully avoiding her nose. Women were vain about their noses.

She staggered towards him, disoriented, confused as to which direction was the one required to escape and falling unintentionally, straight into his arms. Using his grip on her, he kicked upwards into her stomach with his knee, causing her to cough up bile and fall to her knees. From there, she was at his mercy and he aimed one kick after another at her, his expression impassive and unchanging. A last kick to the face flung her to the side where she lay on the stone floor exhausted and beaten.

“Tch,” rolling his shoulders, he approached the young woman lying prone on the floor. Every move of his was calculated. He knew well enough which injuries would heal in a matter of days and which would leave lasting damage. The assignment was clear enough - “mess her up”. As long as she left here in a state that would make the group outside think she had duly suffered, it did not matter how much actual pain she had been in, or what he had done to her. It was all about appearances, after all.

He crouched down and, sliding a hand into her long, thick tresses, pulled her up from the ground, he turned her face this way and that and, seeing the blood leaking from her nose and the bruises blooming to life on her face, he determined she was injured enough to be allowed to leave without further hindrance.

“On your feet,” he muttered, rising and pulling her up with him. She stumbled to her feet and clung to the table for balance. He noted with satisfaction that her arms and legs were also bruised and battered, bruises large enough to satisfy the audience outside, but shallow enough that they should heal in a few days’ time.

He lifted a hand and indicated towards the door with a nod and a jerk of his thumb. “Get out of here, brat. Before I change my mind.”

She coughed and spat out the blood that had collected in her mouth. Levi blinked, veiling his surprise. The naïve, innocent, feminine impression she had carried into this room with her disappeared as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and narrowed her eyes at him.

“What?” she ground out, “Is that it?”

He only returned her glare with a blank stare of his own, nonplussed.

“Is that all you’ve got?” she continued, looking up at him defiantly, “And when they said ‘mess her up’ here I was, thinking you were actually going to do something to me.” She scoffed, and gave him a disappointed look, as if he wasn’t quite up to scratch.

What the actual fuck?

“Oi,” a dangerous spark flared in his otherwise cold grey eyes as he grabbed her by the collar and pulled her up to face him, “Take a look around you before you start talking shit. Are you asking me to break your legs right now? That what you want?”

“Correct me if I’m wrong,” she taunted, “But is this what your boss meant when he said ‘mess her up’? It’s not, right?”

He glared at her, unable to believe his ears. She should have been cowering in gratitude that he was letting her go without touching her. She should have been scrambling for the exit.

“They wanted you to fuck me, right? Or was I the only one who understood it that way?” The sarcasm that laced her voice, so sweet and innocent when she had approached him outside, now low and almost sultry even in its indignant anger, confused him.

He released her as if burned. What was wrong with this woman?

“So, what happens if I tell them out there you couldn’t get it up?” She indicated towards the group outside with a jerk of her chin as she leaned back against the table. He narrowed his eyes at her. Of course, he knew precisely what would happen to her, it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before. Men get beaten, girls get defiled. Those are the rules of the game. The price for rubbing up against their group the wrong way. There was no such thing as mercy. Levi knew that better than anyone else. He had learned that the first time he had tried to allow a woman to escape unharmed. She had turned grateful eyes to him before trying to leave, only to be caught by one of his brothers and then passed around until she lost consciousness.

He had been made to watch. She had been made to thank him for his kindness, for sparing her – words that meant nothing as tears streamed down her face and the group stood in a circle around her. “It’s great that you’re so fucking nice, Levi,” someone had hissed into his ear. He couldn’t for the life of him now remember who had spoken. He had swallowed half a bottle of painkillers, but his body had recovered in no less than 48 hours, just to spite him.

He learned not to show any misplaced sympathy. He learned it was better to have a woman screaming and begging for mercy beneath him, than to have her be literally torn apart by the men outside. He learned how to tune out their cries. He learned how to have a heart that felt nothing. But it didn’t change the fact that he hated sex. He hated having to use it to break their wills. To punish them. He would much rather have just broken an arm or two. He hated the fact that he could not remember the last time he had had a willing woman beneath him.

With time, he had learned how to fake it. Learned where to leave bruises, where to tear clothes so that no one would stop and question them. It wasn’t that he couldn’t do it. He was just fed up of it. Fed up of playing this ridiculous game. Fed up of using intimacy as a weapon. It wasn’t like he was into that kind of shit.

But this brat.

He narrowed his eyes at her, but she returned his gaze unabashed, shamelessly – demanding, almost.

“Are you asking to be raped right now?” he growled, stalking towards her. He was not going to let himself be intimidated by this slip of a thing.

“If that’s what you want to call it,” she shrugged.

“You tell them out there I didn’t touch you and you might not ever be able to have children. So, if you decide to open your mouth that’s on you,” his tone was devoid of intonation, but his narrowed eyes expressed his irritation with her.

“Are you gay?” she asked, blinking up at him inquisitively.

He only glared at her in return, he wasn’t about to play this game with her.

“Alright, sure they’ll have their way with me instead. But what about you? Does nothing happen to you if you don’t follow orders?” She seemed genuinely curious, and unbothered by the bruise swelling on her cheek or the blood seeping out of the wound above her right eyebrow as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Would nothing happen to him? He had been loyal to the group since he was barely more than a child. If it got out, however, that he had taken to sparing women again, it spelled trouble for whoever else they sent his way after this damned frustrating brat. If she wanted him to fuck her up so badly, then she had it coming.

“What do you want, brat?” he seethed.

“I don’t want you to harbor any illusions of having done me a kindness when I leave here,” she answered, her voice dark and unforgiving. “If you’re going to mess me up, do it right and let me curse your name for the rest of my days. Wallow in the guilt. Don’t deceive yourself into thinking you’re some kind of good guy.”

The irritation vanished from his face, only to be replaced by a deadened apathy, he placed one hand on the table on either side of her, leaning forward, inadvertently forcing her to lean back as her chest brushed against his. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke, his voice as soft as it was dark, “The things I’ve done? Wouldn’t dream of it.”

She shuddered at the close proximity, at his warm breath against her ear, but those soft words were all that was gentle about him. She had asked for it, and he wasn’t kind to the point of being foolish. He could break a stupid woman as good as anyone. He pulled back, looking her coldly in the eye as he took hold of her collar and, without warning, tore her shirt open. She blinked, scarcely able to understand just what had happened as she stood there in the tattered remains of what was once her shirt.

She watched the buttons roll off into the corners of the room and was still wrapping her mind around this sudden change of behavior when his hand found purchase in her hair again and jerked her head mercilessly back, exposing the smooth column of her throat. His mouth instantly closed in on her pulse point, making quick work with his teeth, sucking on the sensitive skin there before biting down mercilessly. She gasped at the painful sensation that made one thing terribly clear, this encounter was not designed to provide her with any pleasure.

He tore off her cardigan, quickly followed by the torn shirt, leaving her in nothing but her skirt and the lacy black bra she wore. It did not occur to him that her choice of undergarments was alluring. He did not think to question whether that had been intentional on her part. Her eyes flew open when she felt cold metal between her breasts, before she could look down to see what it was, his knife had cut through the lacy fabric of her undergarments, inadvertently cutting her in the process. Knowing his skill, she could only assume that it had been intentional. Blood trickled down her chest over her abdomen, the stinging pain of the weeping wound rushed to her head. Exhilarating her.

She sucked in a cold breath of air, only moments before his hand closed around her throat, pinning her against the table. Her hands flew up in reflex, closing around his arm, gentle fingers pressing into the corded muscles of his forearm, she blinked up at him as her mouth opened helplessly for breath that would not come. She gaped at him, trying to word something with what little breath she had.

“What’s that?” he murmured calmly, his eyes cold and expressionless. “I can’t hear you.”

Her eyes fluttered shut as she arched her back, pressing her breasts up against his arm. Was this an involuntary reaction? Or... what the hell was she doing?

When he felt her convulsing from lack of oxygen, he released her with a grim expression. Something wasn’t right. Something about the balance of power between them. That unimpressed look in her eyes still irritated him. As if she had no sense of the actual danger she was in, even though she was in this state, literally bruised, battered, and bleeding. Now, coughing for breath. So, why did it feel like she was the one in control?

He let his knife fall to the floor as he unbuckled his belt, watching her eyes turn towards him, wide with something akin to terror - or was that anticipation? Had he become one of those lecherous swine who imagined they saw willingness in the eyes of a woman who wanted nothing more than to escape them? Had he really fallen to a point that he had begun to justify his actions?

He slid the belt out with one smooth action and, binding her wrists, turned her roughly on her stomach before he hung the buckle from a hook screwed into the wall. Her front was pressed roughly against the harsh surface of the wooden table and her arms were extended further than was comfortable, bound by the rough leather. From this angle, he could not see her face and that was certainly for the better.

“You asked for this, didn’t you, brat?” He placed one booted foot between her own black flats and pried her feet apart. His hands slipped under her skirt and found the curve of her bottom and kneaded roughly, his fingers greedy and bruising. The hair on the back of his neck rose in alarm when she moaned in response.

“Oi,” he responded, “What the hell?”

She bit her lip, not allowing another sound to escape her mouth, and he lifted a hand to flip up her skirt, tossing it carelessly over her back. She had, quite literally, asked for this. When he lifted a hand, the resounding slap echoed throughout the room. Her skin quickly flushed red, and knowing that he had not held back, would likely be bruised as well. She had asked him not to hold back. No illusions of mercy.

One resounding slap after another echoed throughout the room and could likely be heard in the common room as well. He wanted to punish her. For being so stupid. For coming here at all. For not just leaving when he had given her a chance to. By the tenth slap she could not take it anymore and a husky moan escaped her lips.

“Don’t tell me you’re enjoying this,” his voice was dripping in disbelieving sarcasm. “Is it just some kind of shitty coincidence that this kind of shit turns you on?” Indeed, there was no denying it now. Her moans were proof enough of that, not to mention the fact that her panties were positively soaking. Did this crazy bitch have some kind of abuse kink?

Hooking a finger into her waistband he pulled her lacy black underwear down to her knees. “Tch, look how wet you are.” It sounded like a complaint and her face burned in response. “You’d almost think you wanted this.” When his fingers stroked her slit, she bucked her hips in response, chasing his touch, instantly wanting more.

“Oi,” he blinked at her, “Calm the fuck down, will you?” With a flick of his wrist, he unhooked the belt from the wall and brought her to her knees with a single kick at the inside of her knee. He held on to the belt with one hand and angled her head backwards with a firm grip on her hair with the other. When she lifted her eyes to his, they were dark with lust and he swallowed, realizing the situation had curiously grown out of his control. He had never seen a bloodstained face like that looking up at him with such desire. Tugging on the belt, he brought her forward as he regarded her through apathetic grey eyes.

He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his engorged length to her wide-eyed surprise. “Well, go on then,” he muttered coldly, with a curious edge to his voice, “Since you’re so fucking eager.”

She wasted no time in closing her bound hands around his length and long-lashed eyes fluttered elegantly shut as she brought her lips to his tip. She began with a chaste kiss before dragging her tongue over his slit lapping up the precum gathering there. She closed her lips around him, using her tongue to heighten the friction as she took him in as deeply as her gag reflex allowed. She bobbed her head back and forth, wanting to drive him to the brink as he had done with her. He closed his eyes, despite himself, enjoying her mouth on him more than he thought he would allow himself to. He stifled a moan rumbling to life in his chest as her warm, wet mouth worked magic on his erect member.

Why not? She was his assignment. She was willing. She was undeniably attractive. If she truly wanted him to have his way with her, then why the fuck not? She would have only herself to blame at the end of all this. Gripping her hair more tightly, he thrust into her mouth, more deeply than she had been willing to take him at first, but helpless to resist him all the same as he fucked her face, his length thrusting into her throat and her muffled sounds indecipherable. Were they protest or pleasure? Damned if he knew.

At length, he released her. Having made up his mind to make the most out of this encounter, he was far from done with her. His eyes roamed over her nearly naked form now, as if seeing her for the first time. The full swell of her breasts, the dip of her thin waist, the curve of her hips. The short, pleated black skirt that pretended to cover her. Her almond eyes, darkened with lust and her long, silky hair. She was a sight to behold.

He tugged her to her feet and threw her onto her stomach on the table before thrusting without so much as a warning into her wet and aching cavern. She released a throaty moan, one that was undeniably of pleasure. He could not for the life of him explain why that sound made him feel more guilty than protests would have. All the same, he reached up to knead her breasts as he thrust in and out of her, quickening his pace, eager to reach his own release. His ears perked as her moans intensified, growing louder and more insistent.

“Oh, more... Just like that, don’t stop...”

Was she hearing herself?

“Harder, Levi... hurt me, please...”

This was far from the words she was supposed to be saying. She was supposed to be cursing his existence. Wishing him a slow and painful death.

“Oi,” he hissed, slamming into her with increased force, “Shut the fuck up, will you?”

Her answer was another desperate groan, and with a frustrated groan of his own, he reached up to fill her mouth with two fingers. It was the fastest and most effective way to gag her. His conscience could not take her pretending to enjoy this. But he was equally as ill-prepared for the way she began sucking off his fingers. He was nearing his climax but literally every thing she did was infuriating him.

In the span of one thrust, he pulled out of her, flipped her over and reentered her without missing a beat. But was that a mistake? Now that he could look into her lust-filled eyes with his own frenzied, grey irises, he was sure she was not pretending. She seemed to be genuinely enjoying this. No matter, she would have time enough to regret it when it was over. For now... for now, he just wanted to reach that climax that was fast approaching.

If she could just keep her mouth shut for two minutes, that was all he needed. “Oh, Levi...” she whined. Having a complete stranger call his name that way sent shivers down his spine. It was unnatural. He closed his fingers around her throat again. He just needed her to shut up. For just one goddamn minute. Her large, expressive eyes fluttered closed and her terrible sounds stilled as he squeezed her airways closed as he slammed into her, faster now, harder, chasing the sensation he knew was close.

She came first, first convulsing from oxygen deprivation, then trembling from the intensity of her orgasm, her back arching off the table as her walls clenched around him, providing him with the last push he needed to reach that height. He squeezed his eyes shut as the sensation tore through him, leaving him breathless. With a low growl, he pulled out of her to spill his seed literally anywhere else. The last thing he needed was to father a child with a nameless nobody. He hovered over her still. His hands resting on either side of her. Catching his breath, both their chests heaving as they came down from their mutual high.

What had they just done? Could that truly have been considered non-consensual? Well, perhaps that would be what she decided it was, given a day or two to think it over. They stayed that way for a minute, catching their breaths. A smirk crossed her face, unbeknownst to him as he pressed his eyes shut, calming his racing heart.

At length, he drew back, and she pulled herself up to a seated position. She held her hands up to him expectantly and he wordlessly unbound them, before looping his belt back into his trousers, watching her out of the corner of his eye as she scanned the room for her clothing, only to see her note with a distant smile, that most of it was unusable. Foregoing the torn shirt and slit bra, she reached for her cardigan, wrapping it tightly around herself, using the belt to wrap it tightly closed as a makeshift shirt. She ran a hand through her hair, brushing it away from her face and Levi could only stare at her with awe.

She had, at some point wiped the blood from her nose, her face was still undeniably battered. Her arms and legs were severely bruised and yet- and yet – why the fuck did she look so content?

“You didn’t kiss me,” she voiced, lifting her eyes to his. Was that a complaint?

After everything else he had done, a kiss was the least he could offer her, wasn’t it? He stepped forward, taking hold of the back of her head gently. Here was something he didn’t do often and when he did, he only ever did it the way he wanted.

So, that was what he did now, angling his head to claim her lips. Kissing her slowly, deeply, intently – as if he meant it. There was only one right way to kiss someone. When he drew back, she released a sigh that seemed to come from the depths of her soul.

“Thanks, Levi Ackerman,” she breathed.

As he buckled his belt again, he lifted stormy grey eyes to her, taking in her dazed expression. “You should get that head of yours checked out,” he commented, “Something isn’t right with you.”

She giggled at that comment from her perch on the table, kicking her legs back and forth cheerfully as she waited for him to finish dressing.

“There’s nothing to be so fucking cheerful about,” he reprimanded, “Look at your face.”

“It hurts,” she agreed, but with a smile on her face that disturbed him. Shaking his head, he took hold of her elbow and led her out of the room. The men in the common area fell silent at her battered appearance.

One of them released a low whistle, “You’ve outdone yourself, eh, man?”

Levi froze in his tracks, pausing to deliver a deadly glare over his shoulder. “I’m not quite done yet, though. Should I just take your tongue out next?”

The man blinked up at him before quickly turning his gaze back to the card game in front of him. That Levi was not one to be trifled with was well known among them, with exception of their leader.

He led her to the exit and tore open the door, he hesitated only for a moment, regarding her for a second. She had been beautiful, before he had “messed her up”. She still was, if you asked him. But for the entire duration of her short stay in their hideout, every thing she had said and did had only served to confuse him. He did not even know what he should say to her, if anything at all. She nodded in parting and turned to leave, and he let her go.

He supposed he would think back to her, in dark, contemplative nights. Wondering if he should perhaps have done this differently. How it would have been if he had not had to hurt her. He watched her disappear into the darkness before shaking his head and closing the door behind her. Whether he had actually fulfilled his assignment was anyone’s guess.

He moved past the common room to a hallway behind it. He needed to see Kenny. To get some actual work done and take his mind off of the ridiculous encounter. He followed the sound of screaming and found their boss with relative ease. A brown-haired man tied to a chair was screaming profanities as one of their men carved intricate designs into his flesh with a knife.

Kenny sat nearby, his feet propped up on another chair as he dragged on a cigarette. Catching sight of Levi, he coughed, and rasped, “Back, are you? You sure took your sweet time.”

Levi said nothing to this, nodding at the man instead, clearly the young man from the girl’s photograph. “Still nothing?” he asked, turning grey eyes on to Kenny. “Not yet,” Kenny commented, but turned towards the screaming man.

“Hey, that reminds me. You won’t believe who was just here.”

The dragging of the knife stopped, and the man caught his breath before turning incredulous eyes towards them.

“What a coincidence that she would come all this way looking for you, eh?” Kenny barked a laugh, “But don’t worry, Levi took good care of her, didn’t you, Levi?”

Levi did not respond, letting his silence serve as his answer.

“The fuck are you on about?” the man hissed, breathing raggedly from the hours of unabating pain.

“Why, your sister, of course,” Kenny remarked, bringing his cigarette back to his lips. “She was here looking for you.”

The man blinked at them incredulously before releasing a weak laugh, “I don’t have a sister, you sick fuckers! You bastards raped an innocent girl!”

Levi felt the blood in his veins run cold as Kenny turned towards him with a raised brow.

His mind raced - the way she had approached him, clung to his shirt, insisted he not let her off easy, the way she had looked at him, the way she had left without so much as asking about her brother again, and most of all ... Thanks, Levi Ackerman.

Where had she learned his last name? No one had used it in the short time she had been there. Levi turned on his heel and stalked out of the room, down the hallway, back through the common room, tearing open the door before bursting back out onto the stone-laid roads beyond. No matter where he turned, she was nowhere to be found.

Turning back, he froze at what he saw, and realizing what it meant, a sickening feeling crept over him. He felt used, exposed, and somehow violated. He felt sick to his stomach. He had been sent to force himself on her but, recalling how forward she had been with him, how she had insisted he finish what he started, which of the two of them had truly been taken advantage of?

When Kenny came out after him, ducking under the archway, he turned to look at what had caught Levi’s eye. His boss and uncle released a low, amused chuckle.

“Looks like she had a thing for you.”

“Well, fuck.”

“You catch her name?”

“Of course not.”

He blinked at the wall, at the red graffiti emblazoned on it.

“Thanks for a good time, Levi Ackerman.” And beside that, a ridiculous red heart.

He should have known she was fucking crazy.

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Would you be alright with writing some HCs about the brothers and a MC who's a trans guy? Sorry if it's a tall order or too vague, they're a big comfort for me and I'd like to see what ideas you have bcs your headcanons are fantastic ;w;

HELL YEAH DUDE!!!! IM ALSO TRANS!!! AH!!!!! demigirl rights :3 but i also find a huge comfort in the boys and i hc all of them as trans because no one can Stop Me •• but i really hope you enjoy these and remember you’re valid and i care u so much! Also i hope you don’t mind but i kinda made it gender neutral so every trans folk could enjoy!

The Brothers With A Trans MC

Lucifer

He didn’t know until you came out to him honestly. He knew all his other siblings were trans but with all the work Diavolo gave him and adding new students from different realms on top of that he hadn’t really had time to notice any minor changes in you.

He feels guilty about this and immediately makes sure(like everyone else)to ask for your pronouns, name, and how you would like to present yourself from now on.

Fixes your ID cards and your papers with Diavolo right after dinner

God. He’s such a dad and he gets you things that have your new name on them. You wake up to see you have a new pencil case with your name embroidered on it with matching pencils. God.....he’s so weird i love him so much

Asmo does most of your clothing shopping but for formal wear he takes you shopping! He’s not about to buy you some cheap tux or gown ok it’s gonna be over 2000 grim and he’s gonna get you three of them STOP HIM

He’s not the best with verbal affection so he writes down notes that are like “you looked very handsome/pretty today.” or when he first starts writing them they’re like “you’re a boy/girl/kid. i’m proud of you.” Thank u mr morningstar

You want surgery or to start hormones??? He will stop all his work with Diavolo and spend forever looking up things for you, he wants you to be as safe as possible(pls he almost fainted after he realized you’d have to give yourself a shot like everyday dhdhdhjdhd hc that demons/angels don’t have to do hormone therapy i’m so JEALOUS)

Practices saying your pronouns in his study when you first come out. He just wants to make sure you feel as safe as possible in his care(and he remembers how terrible it felt to be misgendered)

Guess what....he loves you no matter what :)

Mammon

You’re blind as hell if you couldn’t see his top scars but I respect it

King DOES slip up on your pronoun change but always immediately corrects himself. Satan has a spray bottle that he sprays Mammon with when he does it. Mammon is NOT amused but the same can’t be said for Belphie.

Gender affirming activities??? Oh yeah like robbing a bank?? That’s pretty gender neutral and trans right?? Yeah!!! Wow such a good supportive brother.

If you want you can wear the formal wear Lucifer bought you to the said bank heist. Boom trans rights

You can practice painting his nails or doing his makeup if you’re too nervous to do it on yourself first!! Dw if it’s bad he also can’t do makeup or paint nails so once you let him return the favor you’re both laughing and Asmo is distraught.

KING at dying hair he will get you whatever you need and if you want an entire different hair cut entirely he’s ON it

Very used to being Loud and Brash but if you need someone to talk to about anything really he always calms down and sits down to listen to whatever you have to say.

Lots of gendered gifts from him. This said for men??? Oh ok adds to cart. Oh pink??? For ladies??? yeah that can go in there too

You’re never gonna believe this.....But he loves you and supports you :)

Levi

He was the first one to come out to you at the house!! He was just so excited! Same hat!!!

Gets literally any video game where you can design the protag/have custom pronouns and will play games like that with you for hours

Would you like a pride flag.....for u.....He has too many.....Please take the trans flag please he has no room....he bought in bulk for a pride event and didn’t consider the consequences of his actions

Miku binder but irl. He will get if for you but unironically.....thanks King. He just likes binders with patterns and i respect IT

Dysphoria?? He gives you his hoodie bc that was his trademark dysphoria hoodie and i GUESS for you he can share............he would give u anything just ask nicely he’s sensitive

Reads any character that matches up with your gender and is like!!!!! That’s you!!!! OMG!!!! You in da IRL

Goes back and edits his tweets if they use your old name or pronouns(also has he/they in his bio. this is for nothing just makes me :D)

If you haven’t chosen your name he’s gonna suggest so many fictional characters. POV levi kin assigns you.

You listen to music together that just has Trans Vibes.....maybe u cry together but there’s no judgment!! It’s just nice :)

God it’s wild but! He loves u and thinks ur great :)

Satan

Enby Satan. That’s all :)

He’s very quite about it, he supports you! He’s just not loud like his brothers

He brings you book about gender studies and LGBTQ history that he thinks would interest you(there some of his favorite books and they’ve made him feel the most comfortable in his gender)

Gives you a name list if you haven’t named yourself yet! He cares about you and wants to make sure you have the right name that suits you

He’s the one that tells you that it’s ok if you’re still figuring it all out, learning about yourself is a very tricky process and if anyone knows that it’s Satan

Any of the brothers would kill anyone who misgendered you but with Satan that shit is ON SIGHT

Asks you how you know and what were the signs that gave it away to you, but only if you’re comfortable telling him!! He just finds everyone’s experience interesting and would like to know yours as well.

Spells for fucking DAYS Satan personally kills body dysphoria the best he can(mainly bc he’s HIGHKEY afraid of you getting surgery he hates knives so much)

Makes your comfort food for you when you’re feeling down about yourself and will read whatever you want to hear outloud to you.

!!!!!! GET THIS !!!!!! He loves YOU :0

Asmo

Fucking excited!!!! This means you two are going to buy so much clothing together and he gets to style you let’s GO

Buys you whatever you want but he will make you try it all on so be CAREFUL what u wish for.....ur gonna be there till the store closes yeah......

Paints your nails with the trans pride flag!! Also does your makeup and gives you tips on how to look more masculine or fem!!

VOICE LESSONS

He will help you lower or raise the pitch of your voice if it KILLS him. It eventually becomes like a mini class after school

Helps with internalized transphobia! Hes dealt with his fair share and knows how awful it can be and he will NOT being having you experience that as well we r practicing Self Care now

Picks apart any one who misgenders you until they’re crying he has NO fucking time for that behavior in this HOUSE

Sometimes self care is eating whatever you want and sitting in the dysphoria hoodies while watching chick flicks with Asmo

He likes dressing you up but he’s always sure to set boundaries so he never puts you into something that makes you feel uncomfortable

ALSO edits his posts and takes down anything that makes you uncomfortable!!

He loves you so much!!!!

Beel

another one to hand you The Dysphoria Hoodie and it’s very large and comfy!

he’ll help you make out a work out routine that will help you get the body you want and it makes him really happy to work out with you :)

he’s gonna hold your hand if you have to take shots and will give you puppy eyes if you don’t let him. He’s just worried!!!! He wants to help

stands behind you whenever you’re nervous about coming out to someone, he will NOT have someone making you feel bad or misgendering you

he’ll see food with trans pride colors and gives it too you, probably doesn’t even know what it is half the time but it made him think of you so he makes sure to get it for you

he doesn’t trip up on any of your new pronouns or name and makes it seem like he never even knew them. dead name???? what’s that??? a type of sauce?????

will let you vent to him whenever needed and will always make you a sundae after you’ve finished. it’s comically huge but it’s tasty and does make you feel a lot better, thanks beel

makes sure you remember to take off your binder if you’ve been wearing it for more than eight hours! and if you’ve been wearing heels to feel more fem he reminds you to take those off too and has a pair of slippers for you in his room that you can wear instead

hey! get this! He loves you so, so much :D

Belphie

you’re trans? ok kid join the club. he doesn’t make a big deal at all

are you still gonna cuddle with him and join him in his quest to make lucifer’s life difficult? yeah? ok then cool what’s ur name

if he hears someone misgender you he waits till you’ve left the room and just kills whoever did it, dude’s unhinged what did you expect from him honestly

he’s actually really curious about any hormone therapy you’re on and likes listening to you rant about it to him. he likes seeing your face light up and it partly reminds him of lilith

calls your hormones something stupid like “oh dude, your gamer girl juice arrived.” or “hey your little man potion is here.” ...thanks belphie

will NOT let you sleep in a binder or push up bra!!! not healthy!! let ur chest breath guys

like mammon, he gets you gendered gifts but they’re so fucking weird? you didn’t need a girls version of a collectable hot wheels set???? he got you blue lightning mcqueen sheets?????? those EXIST here????!!!!! when does he even shop......

introduces you to new people like “this is our resident boy/girl/human. they don’t do much but i think they’re cool.”

he really does care about you but he remembers when he came out he just didnt want people to make a big deal about it so he’s just doing what would have made him feel the most comfortable, but you can still see how much love he has for you when you look into his eyes

he loves you, so, so much :)

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