Special Edition Event-Focused Kinkmeme

[amourtician]

I'm not the only one looking at all Dark Days and thinking of the potential, am I?

Hop to it. Just, uh, remember content warnings.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

obviously Justin and Bertie and something with drunken angry makeouts/sex after the event is over

noncon

[(Anonymous)]

It started with an empty bottle of whiskey nearly clocking Bertie in the head when he finally managed to break Justin's door open. The man hasn't been seen in a week, and while Bertie's absolutely terrified of him, he's also certain they need to make sure no one's killing themselves. Or attempting it after everything that had happened. Bakura had gotten Dustin. Bertie had gotten Justin. He's not sure which of them is more unlucky and likely to be maimed.

The bottle is followed by Justin's headlock, which promptly clamps around Bertie's neck and drags him in. He decides very suddenly that it's him. He's the one who's going to get maimed. Justin's a wreck, sunk so far into his cups, the gentleman isn't sure there's a ladder deep enough to reach him.

"Drink," Justin says and Bertie's not sure if it's a command or a request.

"Er... what?"

"Sit down. Get a drink." There are a plethora of whiskey, wine, brandy, and vodka bottles strewn about the place and no glasses.

Bertie gulps. "Ah... not really all that thirsty, old thing, but-" He cuts off abruptly when Justin pulls the chain a few links in and Bertie's drawn toward him. The man's expression is blank, devoid of pity or compassion.

"Drink or I'll cut off your head."

"Drink? Oh! Drink! Yes. Ahah! Yes, of course. Would love to." He snatches up the nearest bottle - whiskey - and takes a pull. "Ah, just the stuff to libate the soul, eh?"

"The soul..." A mad sort of smile curls Justin's lips up and Bertie finds himself drawn in closer to the man, then down on his knees in front of Justin as the chain for the headlock is pulled in. "Your soul smells like fear and desperation," he informs Bertie with a small, hysterical laugh.

"Ahahahah!" Bertie's nervous, choked chuckle follows close on that laugh's heels. "W-well, I don't doubt it, Justin, my boy! Bertram's yellow from his belly to his top."

"Red from the knee down and the shoulder out, though." More unsettling laughter. Then, a bottle is pressed to Bertie's lips. "Drink."

Bertie drinks because he has no idea what else he can really do. He'd purposefully not brought his whangee to appear less hostile. He's regretting that decision along with the decision to come here at all.

It's about half an hour and two full bottles of whiskey later that Bertie's sprawled on Justin's sofa along with the other man. The headlock had come off at some point. Bertie doesn't remember when. But Justin's still keeping him close, taking a sip from a vodka bottle and passing it to Bertie who knows he's got to take a sip before he can hand it back.

"If you wanted someone to drink with, you might have just asked," he points out when the bottle's out of his hands for a moment. Justin shrugs, watching him. "I mean, really, you cut off a man's leg, nearly rip his wing off, then ply him with alcohol while you sit and make all the conversation of a dead salmon." The alcohol is, perhaps, loosening his tongue more than is prudent.

"What should I talk about?" Justin cocks a brow and passes the bottle to Bertie after taking a swig.

Bertie really doesn't want to drink anymore, but he dutifully downs another mouthful before passing the bottle back. "I don't know. You've got to have something knocking about the old onion. Your lady, maybe?" It's a shot in the dark, really.

Justin considers this a moment. "If she were here she would have killed me before I killed anyone else," he says, words slurring. "She probably would have killed you, too." Another sip and the bottle is back to Bertie.

"Oh, well, she sounds like a charming girl, I'm sure." He rolls his eyes as he takes another drink.

"She was," Justin continues. "The sex was great, too."

Bertie promptly spits the vodka in his mouth out onto Justin's face. The man sits there with Bertie gawping at him for a long moment, then says very calmly, "Lick it off."

The absurdity of the order is such that Bertie's alcohol-soaked brain can't even process it. "What?"

"Lick what you spit on my face off or I'll lick you."

"I'm not licking your face!" The scars on Justin are enough to put Bertie off even if that had been the only thing wrong here.

Justin promptly leans forward and licks up Bertie's cheek. The gentleman stares in disbelief and shortly finds Justin's tongue inserted into his mouth and the other man leaning down on him. It seems like a lot of effort to fight him off just now, but Bertie does shove, pushing Justin back.

"Look, I'm doing it! I'm bally well doing it!" The gentleman wrinkles his nose as he grasps Justin's shoulders and leans in to... well... lick his face. It seems a lot sloppier than just using a handkerchief, and by the end of it, as Bertie's tracing the crease of Justin's lips, he has the mad notion to return the assault and does so.

Justin doesn't push as Bertie locks lips and tongues with him, but he does tangle their tongues together, forcing the action back into Bertie's mouth before long. It seems like there should be a rule against that. He fights back, as it were, sliding one of his hands from Justin's shoulder to the other man's chin and tilting it as he likes.

Not one to take this lying back, Justin returns the gesture in kind. By the time they come up for breath, Bertie's half into Justin's lap and all but biting at the other man's lips. It occurs to him distantly that he is biting Justin's lips. These are not Ienzo's lips. He looks to the ex-priest with dawning horror, but Justin appears impassive.

"Are we going to continue?" he asks after a moment, brows rising. Bertie falls to his knees in his haste to get off the other man and out the door. He sends bottles scattering and clinking as he goes, lurching toward the exit. Justin doesn't stop him.

He's alive. Bertie can tell everyone Justin is alive.

And absolutely nothing else.

dubcon/mild breathplay

[(Anonymous)]

Whatever the other man said was lost, his ears ringing from the hammering of his heartbeat and the dull throb of alcohol in him, the adrenaline coursing through him as fists flew. His shoulder was bad but Bertie was missing a leg, and couldn't escape when one of Justin's hands spun him around and threw him down. True he ended up clouted across the temple with Bertie's whangee, but a knee mercilessly dropped on the other man's chest stopped that attempt before it could get going in earnest.

Their lips met in a crush that stifled Bertie's shrill scream, more teeth and bloodied flesh than tenderness, the taste of alcohol heavy on both of their breaths. Clothing tore and buttons were lost, Bertie's skin bruising beneath Justin's rough fingertips. Saliva was barely enough to wet skin, Justin's surly growl was enough to voice his frustration at that, but he made do with what he had. One hand twisting in the cloth around Bertie's throat, he watched the man struggle a little to catch a breath, air suddenly a fight to get as he clawed at Justin's wrist.

It didn't help, and it didn't help when he tried to push Justin's hand away when it wrapped around both of their erections and began to stroke them. The wild mix of emotions on Bertie's face was fascinating to watch; horror and dismay battling with anger and lust, confusion and the start of something Bertie would later refuse to admit to as interest. While this wasn't as satisfying as being buried inside him, Justin wasn't completely cruel, and the look on Bertie's face during his own orgasm had been interesting enough.

[passing discussion of dismemberment]

[(Anonymous)]

At risk of saturating this meme with Bertie: Ienzo and Bertie attempt to establish which one of them is the 'real' man in this relationship.

Before or after Justin's already cut his leg off, it's up to you.

i am so sorry but only a little

[(Anonymous)]

The moment Bertie began his tirade about who was the real man in the relationship was the moment he sealed his fate. Ienzo had looked up from his book, brows pinched slightly, already irritated with Bertie over how the day had gone and no less so even now that he was missing a limb. In fact, being parted from that particular limb seemed to have only made Bertie worse as now he was immobile for the most part and Ienzo was forced to sit through him being a completely insufferable ass. The longer Bertie spoke the more Ienzo found it difficult to ignore, having tried to read the same paragraph sixteen times so far and having no ability to get past the fourth sentence due to Bertie's increasingly spiteful-sounding retorts.

Bertie for his part at least realized that he'd once again gotten himself into more trouble than he'd bargained for when the book slammed shut with the crack of a hunting rifle, Ienzo rising to his feet fast enough that it startled the last bee that hadn't been scared by the book slamming shut. There was a flicker of void around the edges of Ienzo's profile, frost forming along the edges of the table where the scholar mage rested his hands, and when Ienzo turned to stare at him there was lightning in his eyes that made Bertie quail as the pit of his stomach liquefied and tried to pour out through his remaining shoe.

He didn't even protest when he was informed that he would be sleeping on the couch that evening, and that under no circumstances were the bees going to be assisting him. Instead, he simply lay there, cowering beneath the blanket, and it was only when the clocks struck midnight that the worst punishment of all slammed home with the finality of a bolt sliding home in a lock.

The knowledge of every single thing that he had done that day, and that all of it, every bit, had been his fault.

[(Anonymous)]

jay/even

extremely ill-advised "science". either of their respective Bad Days, but do keep in mind jay can shapeshift somewhat during his

[(Anonymous)]

Dustin/Bakura

It's not just Dustin's wounds that Bakura's there to heal. He gives his all to the other man to heal his heart... to minimal effect.

Dub-con

[(Anonymous)]

Eddie/Sasha - dubcon, animalistic sex, biting.

Eddie's given into instincts right-? Well, what happens when you drop a sex demon in bed with someone? DUBIOUS CONSENT. Sasha always did like Eddie's demon side after all. Eddie even in this state sees Sasha as his mate.

dubcon/violence/light pseudo-bondage

[(Anonymous)]

The bone-jarring snarls had unnerved him, sending a chill down his spine as he was bodily thrown on to the bed. A hot lash across his back and down the back of a bare thigh had startled a shout of pain out of him. Fangs biting deep enough to draw blood from his shoulder and neck had actually made him scream, but it was a scream that was a mixture of pain and burning arousal. The tongue that licked the blood from his skin felt like it would burn him, though the licks were deliberate, slow and sensual. The iron-clad grip of the one hand roughly pinning both of his to the bed was forceful, hard enough to hurt but not completely crush his bones.

Yet as much as the fangs and claws and horrible snarls had made him worry about being eviscerated in the night or having his throat torn out in some kind of mating ritual, the sex had been amazing. Eddie had done things with his mouth and hands that had left him in a boneless, moaning heap, too worn out to even scream after the first round.

By the next day, Sasha was sprawled in the bed, soaked in enough body fluids that he'd forgotten half of what had happened the night before, exhausted to the point of immobility from an extensive workout. It was a clean kind of exhaustion, his muscles liquefied, his ass somehow blessedly numb after what Eddie had done to it the night before. One of the first things Sasha had noticed the night before was the fact that Eddie had practically doubled in size in his more demonic form, and after the first terrified moment of being threatened with it, everything had seemed much easier to deal with after that. Perhaps there had been something of a numbing agent in Eddie's semen or saliva, but Sasha was too worn out to even contemplate that.

Perhaps later. After a shower. And...Sasha sighed as Eddie's (thankfully human again) arm slipped around him and pulled him close, perhaps after he'd had a little more sleep. The washing could wait at least a little longer...

[(Anonymous)]

Dark!Sasha/Dark!Mika

We are monsters.

[(Anonymous)]

Pai's tantrum had worked out better than he had ever wished for, better than he had ever dreamed. In the span of less than a week, the entirety of the youngest's little dirt heap had collapsed into such a spectacular state of ruin that the littlest was getting sicker by the day trying to make up for it.

But it was not entirely intentional on Pai's part, simply that what he had started had taken a life of its own, much like a small ember that transformed into a raging forest fire that swept all the land into an inferno. While Pai had begun it by releasing Sasha's Noah, Sasha in turn gave birth to an onyrou with an almost limitless energy supply the moment he slaughtered Mika.

Cream Puff Way was now little more than a desolate, sodden wasteland. Mika's home had since collapsed in upon itself, the remains of the mound were barren, the skeletons of rosemary bushes little more than gnarled fingers clawing at earth and sky. The houses around it had been forced to evacuate, spreading outward to include the other nearby lanes and avenues that took refuge in the furthest corners of the Meadous under Kelt and Warren's cares. The wet rot had spread like an epidemic, out of control the more life Mika's ghost consumed, and for every magical attack or psychic blow slung against it, the thing's strength had simply continued to grow as it drained the mages and psychics dry and crushed them beneath the weight of its despair.

The Noah had laughed and laughed, the demented, mad laughter raucous and horrible and only matched by the broken sounds of Mika's uncontrollable sobbing. Sasha had tried to attack her, attempted to break her and absorb her, turn her into an Akuma, but even he could not bend the creation he'd wrought. In the end, it had been a long, drawn out battle, where there were no real victors, as the broken form left standing in the middle of Cream Puff Way simply rocked where it stood, its black tears eating away at the bodies at its feet.

Warren and Kelt looked on in grim silence as more houses collapsed beneath the weight of the corruption and the damage the Black Blood Pychokinesis had wrought. The Meadous stretched out, laid to waste and ruin, and the two stood in silent vigil as they considered how best to trap the monsters that had accidentally been created, and what would happen to Zephyr now that the Little One's land had been destroyed.

noncon

[(Anonymous)]

dark!sasha/anyone

rummaging around in someone's head without their consent is rude, particularly when you start picking them apart.

noncon/violence/emotional and psychological abuse

[(Anonymous)]

It had been so, so easy. The effigy of a man was practically unraveling himself and hardly needed an expert's guiding hand. The man's mind was dripping with shame and guilt, and he strode down the halls and flung doors open and dragged baggage out into the light with merciless precision and a smile on his face.

"You even betrayed your closest friend? The whole world?" His laughter echoed so loudly in the dragoon's mind that he couldn't escape. He could never escape. That laughter would haunt him forever. "You had been a knight, yet you gave all of it up so willingly! Interesting, yes...and to think, not only that, but this...feeling you harbor for your best friend's lover. That can't be proper at all, now can it, Kain."

The foot came down on the back of Kain's exposed neck, slamming his face to the floor of his mental asylum. He had fallen to his knees from the pain of Sasha's assault, but now he didn't even have the strength to fight. He was worthless, no one would trust him if they knew.

"If they knew? My good man--though good is relative in your case, isn't it--everyone knows." That smile would instill nightmares in even the hardest heart, and the foot came down again, heel digging into his spine as he felt Sasha reach out and start tugging, as if plucking strings from the air. Suddenly he was flooded with memories he'd tried to bury, emotions he'd held in check, and terror flooded through him. Sasha was literally unraveling everything in his mind.

"Who could ever trust you enough after what you've done to even want to be close to you? To love you? These are rather terrible crimes of yours, don't you agree Mister Highwind?" The dark chuckle came again, sending icewater down his spine even as a hand reached down to wind into his hair and pull him up until they were face to face again. "Then again, you aren't human anymore, are you? Such a delicate piece of artifice, it would be a shame if something happened to it."

Kain had not been prepared for the fist that punched clean through his chest, ripping out the glowing orb where his heart should have been. His scream echoed in the halls of his mindscape, the whole place crumbling to pieces around them.

When Sasha stepped out of Kain and into his own body again, he smiled down at the man, studying how he lay on the ground. It was impressive, really! The hologram or glamour that was on his artificially constructed body had excellent details, even down to the way his eyes had glazed over, tears trailing across the bridge of his nose and down his opposite cheek. The hair fanned out across the ground. Such a fantastically perfect facade! A little tug, a pluck, and the image rippled, shimmered, and began to flicker.

Life came back into those fake eyes then, locking on him, and Kain had just enough time to shout a terrified protest before Sasha tore him open completely, ragged pieces of delicate metal and finely spun plastics dangling from his arms as he held Kain's glowing "heart" in his hand. He studied it for a moment, then let his smile peel back even farther when he crushed it in his grip, the light dying in a bright flash.

How beautifully poetic.

Turning on his heel, he considered tossing the ruined remains back amongst the broken pieces of the framework and clothing, only to let his smile twist more when he had a better idea.

Perhaps he would simply have to leave some...presents around the village. After all, wouldn't all of his friends love to know they had pieces of Kain's heart?

[(Anonymous)]

Natalie/anyone

Rituals aren't just about blood. The Goddess approves of displays of passion of all sorts...

[(Anonymous)]

she should deflower hkat i'm just sayin

or hzee

or both in a crazy sex ritual

dubcon?

[(Anonymous)]

Di/Nemo

So that thing in front of the bulletin board. Someone should write that. Yeah.

[(Anonymous)]

Warren and Kelt being trapped on the outside of the Meadous looking in, watching Pai ruin Zephyr's things.

[(Anonymous)]

Warren/onyrou!Mika

The god of protection has to step in and stop Mika from accidentally destroying the Meadous, just like she'd asked.

[(Anonymous)]

Warren before all else, was The God of Protection. He was the creator of the walls, he was the one that people would ask late at night when family members were hurt and in need to protect- in hopes that the red head would catch a breath of a prayer and answer. Warren saw it as taking someone and embracing them from a storm.

He would have happily sacrificed everything he was to make sure just one of those people were safe and sound if he heard it. But, on this rainy April afternoon, with a drizzle coming down, his long hair sticking to his clothes and his face- he remembered a promise he made.

A promise, that in case a monster came out to protect the Meadous from it. He could sense the monster, but he didn't think twice of it any of the previous times. It was like a black stain on a child's toy. Something that was supposed to be happy having a mark of darker days.

Even as a child, he would be the child who would find torn toys and adopt them, taking care of them. He would be the child to step in front of someone beating an animal or about to raise a hand to someone else not caring for his own well being.

But this monster, now physical and belonging to a God not in his family. He couldn't ask one of them to reseal it. He couldn't seal it away himself. He hated making promises like this, because well, he would always keep them. It was a part of his fabric of being.

The creature, this creature of pain and suffering, this creature that smelt of stale water and ancient molds with too dark blood and too pale skin. He had to remind himself- he was keeping a promise. He was doing his job. He was the only one that could do this.

He made it quick. He like to believe he made it painless- and in comparison he knew it was. The creature letting out a heavy sob and falling to the ground- its heart to never beat again.

He felt himself fall with it. Blood had finally tainted his hands after the epochs of not hurting a single thing. He could hear Pai laughing as he went over to what remained of Mika. He ran his fingers through her hair- damp and brown and white with splashes of red and black. Her eyes, although hollow in death- seemed more alive than the one's that belonged to that monster.

He felt a rage bubble up in him. It hurt this rage. He wanted to tear out his veins just to get the blood to slow down. He wanted to claw at something just to get out this poisonous energy. He wanted to howl like an injured dog.

He never noticed the darkness moving from Mika and pooling underneath him. And honestly, the last thing he would remember is standing up, feeling so heavy and wet, like his skin would pull away like rotten meat.

Kelt no longer recognized her twin.

[(Anonymous)]

Dustin/Bertie hatesex, especially after what happened during Bertie's bad day

[(Anonymous)]

Mika/anyone - hurt/comfort

After a traumatic bad day, sometimes you need help putting the pieces back together

[(Anonymous)]

so bertie's apparently got a 'dog' fetish now according to the bulletin board...

bertie/mika doggie style

biting/blood|orgasm denial|....dubcon??|femdom|rough play|spanking

[(Anonymous)]

"I said beg." The word was a snarl, fangs almost clipping his ear as a hand gripped his jaw and forced his head up and back. Claws dug into his skin until he was almost sobbing desperately, sweat dripping into his eyes and from the tip of his nose.

"Please! PLEASE!" He choked on the words, but it seemed to have been enough that the stranglehold on his throat and his abused member were released, and he could have cried when the terrifying claws and horrible crushing grip were gone. Instead he screamed in a moment of panic when fangs bit deeply into his shoulder, his back arching and unintentionally spearing himself on the fat, beastly thing she had strapped on. It was bigger than the last one, it must've been, though the fact that he was thinking of that now was mortifying at the least. Still, the way her hand wrapped around his penis was almost gentle, though her strokes were expert and had him riding the edge faster than he could catch a breath.

Which was hard to do when she had him pushed down nearly face-first into the pillows, elbows digging into the mattress and his arse in the air, slamming into him hard enough each time that his stomach ached. The sound of his moans and choked cries was only drowned out by the horrible crack of her open palm striking his backside.

"Who's the 'tender goddess' now, cub? SAY IT!" There was a fierce madness in her eyes, his backside numb and sore all at once, throbbing with the pounding of his heart. His shoulder hurt all the more, the smell of blood making him dizzy but another hard thrust nearly shoved him clean off the bed. He never did answer that question, as when she slammed into him one last time, Bertram Wooster blacked out with his face buried in the pillows.

When he awoke, everything throbbed all over, and his desperate hope that it had all been a horrible dream thanks to some terrible choices involving sherry and a spot or two of whiskey was shattered by the pristine bandage wrapping the since-healed bite on his shoulder. Once again, Bertie found himself hiding his face at the realization that not only had he been bested, but she'd ended up cleaning the whole room on her own while he'd slept.

Spanking

[(Anonymous)]

Mika and Natalie team up to give one or more of the naughty boys in the Meadous the spankings they deserve. Girls bravo!

Silly naughty or more serious naughty loved in equal measure!

[(Anonymous)]

Any couples, hurt/comfort

After all the awfulness of this month, there are apologies to be made and injuries to tend to, physical and emotional.

[(Anonymous)]

from plurk:


mika/bertie/justin

[(Anonymous)]

Obviously the pair of them couldn't be left alone together when they'd been drinking, so Mika was quick to act when she walked into the room to see the tangle of limbs on the couch, the half-torn clothes, and the remains of what had once been the liquor cabinet scattered across the floor. Scowling fiercely, she limped off to gather what she needed before returning. Since the pair were quite preoccupied, they never noticed her return or what she did, save that they were pulled off of each other before things got too far out of control.

Not that it saved either of them from being doused with a glass full of cold water, sputtering and cursing or blankly staring up at the offending glassware for the shocked instant it took to realize that they'd each been tethered to opposite sides of the room, heavy bite-proof collars preventing escape.

"Now, the two of you are going to sit there until you're sober enough to behave yourselves."

"That would require being able to behave in the first place."

"Stuff it, Justin or I will put you in the time out corner."

"Of course, simply tell me where you'd like it stuffed."

Thankfully that was when Mika squirted him in the face with more water, as Bertie was so mortified he could barely breathe.

[(Anonymous)]

so more stupid shenanigans happening on plurk with everyone is an animeeple

grumpy-fluffy-cat!Dustin, wrought with annoyance at the mixed-up mail (because the mailsloth apparently can't figure out how to put Terezi's letters to Justin in the right box) and unable to control his instincts, starts hunting bird!Justin

[scruffy_mcjackass]

Okay, I had a writing fill in mind but then writing workshop happened and so did this

[(Anonymous)]

Kain worships Mika as a goddess

part 1/??? cw: violence

[(Anonymous)]

At the beginning she had confused him, then intimidated him, but when she bowed over his broken artificial body with tears in her eyes, she was nothing but gentle. Her hands had shaken as she felt the breaks in his frame, mending them with what she had on-hand as he was too heavy for her to move herself with her own injuries plaguing her. What she knew chilled him, but she had taken his blows and biting words and still tried to mend him no matter how he'd hurt her.

When his day of madness had passed, Kain had wanted to die from the shame of it. Ice water seemed to fill his stomach, the shakes overwhelming him, and the first thing he had brought himself to do was wish for his own body back. The dragoon couldn't bring himself to face Mika after what he'd done, but found he could not escape her, either. She was there, tears in her eyes as she turned a pebble over in her hands, and she hadn't turned to face him as he drew close to the pond. Kain made his wish and fled, ignoring how she called after him as the shame burned hot in his throat and stomach.

Were they even real sensations or more fabrications? He still felt ill when he laid awake at night, staring at his ceiling. It took Zephyr two days before Kain awoke to the drawing in his mailbox, both days were agonizing with the worry that the young god would be too weak to grant his request gnawing at the back of his mind. The first deep breath he took once he'd felt Zephyr's magic take hold had made his eyes sting with a dizzying mixture of emotions, relief no small part of it.

"Kain?" His name had been spoken softly--almost anxiously--but had knocked the breath from his lungs as his stomach plummeted. He spun to face her, Zephyr's drawing still clutched tightly in his hand as he swallowed around a thick lump in his throat only to feel a new kind of guilt as he watched her. Her mouth was set in a thin, wobbling line of someone trying to reign in their anxiety, and her hands were shoved deep in her pockets to keep from fidgeting. "Are you okay?"

Mika watched him as if she had been afraid to ask the question, ready to back away if he retaliated. He felt like a fool for it, his expression softening as he held out a hand to her.

"Yes, I am now." It was not wholly a lie, at least. "I am sorry for worrying you, amongst the other troubles I have caused." For a closer look had revealed she still bore the marks of his blow, her lips still swollen and freshly healed, with light scratches marring her cheekbone. Mika simply shook her head, her tail wagging.

"It's fine, we all have our bad days. I'm just glad you're safe." Hesitantly she'd reached out to take his outstretched hand, her thumb stroked his fingers. "Did your wish work?" Her head cocked as she watched him, and when Kain unconsciously drew her closer she either didn't notice or simply didn't mind.

"It did," he nodded, his heart thudding heavily against his ribs while Mika seemed to be thinking over something to say, sucking idly on her bottom lip. His stomach twinged again, half tempted to tell her not to as it might make it sore again.

"What did you wish for?" Pointed ears shifted, angling forward, and Kain quickly stifled a foolish desire to reach out and stroke one to see how soft it was. He found himself looking at their hands instead of meeting her gaze, somehow hesitant to look her in the eye.

"I wished for my own body." To see her nod in understanding without questioning him made it a little easier, but not by much.

"Does it help?" She cocked her head, then clarified as she noticed the puzzled look on his face. "Does it feel better now that you've got it back again?"

Kain paused for a long moment, considering her words before he took a deep breath and sighed. "Yes, it does help."

[(Anonymous)]

Team sciencecloneparty having their meeting and it ends with drinks and everyone higher than heck. Shenanigans ensue.

Ziri said she'd draw it if you wrote it too btw.

[amourtician]

please please please

[(Anonymous)]

Any pairing. Or however many you'd like involved.

May I please have some healing cuddle fic? I have an intense need of happy things.

[(Anonymous)]

Petplay

Either Justin with Bertie or Kain (or both) or Ienzo and Bertie. Whatever you'd like, op will enjoy any combination tbh.

[(Anonymous)]

jay/theo, weird occult sex.

since SOMEONE mentioned that theo's got literally no experience and jay is terrible and easy, i had to go be terrible and request this.