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Thread: Drabbles

I don't know that this is my favorite couple I have so many..., but I just got inspired. Steeling himself, the knight raised his visor. Come forth, monster! he shouted. Come forth, and face me! Come firth, and meet your doom! In truth, he was far more terrified than he let himself sound. The Dragon of Fearfire was a force of nature, a calamity given flesh that had terrorized the kingdom of Saelle since time out of mind. Only a fool would challenge the besast. But then, the burden if the Tribute had fallen upon his love, and he had found that he was a fool after all. Tristam, no! Cassiopa cried. The chains that bound her to the Tribute Stone clattered. My love, fly! Live your life! Without you? he responded. Never! A great shadow flickered above him, and he lowered his visor. Today, beast, he vowed, you shall die! Rushing winds blasted across him, buffeting him. His horse, a war-trained gelding that had never shrunk from combat, screamed and reared. Then, before he could act, a great talon of white gold wrapped around him and carried him aloft. Arms pinned, he struggled in vain against the implacable grip. Relax, a thunderous feminine voice said, as a great golden head peered at him. We're just going to talk... Later... Verrier swooped over the plain, crimson eyes narrowed to slits as he surveyed the Tribute. Everything seemed in order, except for one galling absence. A youth, he snarled, caustic saliva dripping from his fangs to spatter along the ground in licks of flame. A youth of the kingdom, along with a tenth part of the increase since the last offering. What game does Saelke believe it plays? In the distance he saw Clara, burning gold in the noonday sun as she approached. He caught a thermal, rising in lazy widening spirals. Come, he told her as he banked towards the west. Saelle requires discipline. Oh? Clara's voice was full of studied innocence. Why? They have neglected their obligations, he snarled. They have withheld the requisite life from... Oh, that, she interruoted, drawing alongside him. No, they didn't. I just let her go. YOU DID WHAT? He spread his wings, catching the air to hover in place and appear even larger. HOW DARE Unimpressed, Clara let her shape collapse into the human one she'd wirn from her birth as she dropped lightly onto his snout. All the shouting didn't impress me when I was 16, and it doesn't impress me niw, she laughed, staring right into one of his eyes. And this is a goid time to discuss this Tribute you demand...
Thread: Drabbles

i personally have 5-10 favorite couples at any given time. We just slipped through the demon's fingers, and your idea to head back there and try and pick off the merchant ships?Aurelia asked, laughed incredulously. This is without a doubt the stupidest plan youve ever had. Of course Im in.
Thread: Drabbles

Because this one has a picture to go along with it. Marry me. Utena damn near spit out her tea as the words slipped from Anthy's mouth, half sure she had misheard them. Half hoping she had misheard them. Weren't they making progress? Anthy...you aren't that person anymore. You aren't the Rose Bride, and you don't have to be engaged to the victor of the duels. I love you because of who you are. Anthy smirked over her cup, a smirk that lit up her eyes in that mischievous way. I know I am not the rose bride anymore. I not asking to be engaged to you, I am asking to marry you. I...I don't, Utena started, cocking her head to the side, I don't understand. You're right, Utena. I am not the Rose Bride. You are not the prince. We have moved beyond that, beyond all of it. I want to be your wife. I want you to be my wife. No more games or tricks or lies. I want a partnership, with you. This time Anthy reached for her hand, and it occured to Utena that they had drank tea like this, ten years ago. I would like that.
Thread: Drabbles

Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith, knelt on the floor of the meditation chamber. It was still and quiet, that room, undisturbed by light our sound or any external stimulus. The perfect way to concentrate. To prepare for the task ahead. Or, at least, it had been. But now the darkness was haunted, literally, by the past. By a shimmering figure of a man with sandy brown hair and grey eyes, dressed in black and watching as the Sith Lord focused and tried to shut him out. You don't have to continue down this path. The armored figure ignored the words, concentrating on breathing. Slow, rasping sounds filled the air. Undaunted, the dead Jedi pressed on. Even now, it isn't too late. You can turn back. I cannot, Darth Vader replied, his deep voice echoing around the empty chamber. This is a path I must continue to walk. The darkness doesn't have to dominate your destiny, no matter what lies Darth Sidious has told you, Quentin Hall persisted, walking the circuit of the chamber. Crouching, he peered into - past - the reflective lenses of the ebon helmet. You can walk away. Darth Vader stared back without flinching. No. I cannot. You can, Quentin insisted, holding out a hand. This thing you've constructed... Darth Vader is a lie. Nothing more than a suit of armor. There was anguish in his eyes. Take it off. Walk away. Come back into the light. The Sith Lord rose, staring down at the crouching ghost. You do not understand. I cannot. You can! Quentin rose, his eyes still locked on the helmet lenses and the eyes behind them. This isn't you ! It's a costume! And you can take it off! No, Vader repeated, turning on a booted heel and striding away. There is too much at stake, Quentin. I cannot stop, not now. You can! Quentin shouted at the departing figure. Don't walk away! Vader ignored him, and he jogged in the Sith Lord's wake. You heard me. Take. It. Off!
Thread: Drabbles

I got a Tumblr prompt for Clara and Willam and wed me so I thought I'd post it here too. I think it turned out cute! You love all of them? Willam asked looking out over the demonlands well, former demonlands now. The view from the top of the Seraphim Wall was too wide to pick out any fine details, but life thrived again, rejecting the taint of hell. Yes, I do, Clara admitted, leg pulled up against her chest and head resting on her knee. Ruby light from the setting sun cast his umber features golden. A reflection of the Goddess grace. And you love me? he asked, the question small against his large frame. He still wasnt looking at her. I do. Ive loved you for a lot longer than Ive been able to say it. She reached for his hand then, squeezing it and tracing invisible lines in his calloused palms. I... he started once, before sighing and shaking his head. Brown eyes glistening with dying sunlight met her gaze, and he started again. I once thought I wanted you all to myself. I thought loving you would bind you to me. That being in love made you mine. Clara was quiet for awhile, afraid of what he might say if prompted. Afraid of where this conversation was heading, and afraid that something was going to change between them. Once the tension of fear and uncertainly peaked, she found her voice, And now? I love you, Clara. And because I love you, I wont ask you to chose between me and them. I cant bear the thought of hurting you like that. So, if you dont mind another spouse, Id be honored if youd marry me. Relief and joy filled Clara until it escaped in her giddy laughter. Her answer was a kiss, quick and moist and ending with noses nuzzled together. I suppose I can handle one more.
Thread: Drabbles

Got a tumblr prompt for Can I trust you between Aurelia and Yusef. Can I trust you? The question pulled Yusef away from the door, dark eyes narrow as he processed it, Why? I need to take this job with Rudain. We need the money, if we are going to place the orphans in apprenticeships. Aurelia didnt look up from the glass of wine she poured, just drank it down. Yusef grabbed her arm before she could pour herself another glass. Aurelia, you cant be serious! They are a demon prince, the ones that have twisted the land and enslaved the populace. Ten thousand isnt enough, not for your dignity ! She tore her arm from his steel grip. And will my dignity feed them? Put a roof over their heads? Will my dignity protect them from being thrown into the mines or forced into brothels? For three heartbeats, she held his gaze, neither backing down. Finally, with a deep breath, she shook her head, and asked again, Can I trust you? Jaw tightened and eyes closed, Yusef nodded. Yeah, you can trust me. I wont let Rudain go too far, regardless of what they're paying you. But I wont intervene unless you need it. Thank you.
Thread: Adrift (Queen Chaos x Irish)

Freya awoke slowly to the soft beeping of a distant alarm, groaning as she sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She sat still for a moment, her head in her hands as she forced herself to fully wake up. Standing, the young woman grabbed her tight pants and pulled them on, followed by her cropped top, boots and a belt with a pistol holster. She grabbed a pistol from where it had been discarded onto of a messy bookcase and slid it into the holster. Trish, whats happening? She said wearily, stepping out of her cluttered and messy room and into a metal corridor. Ah, youre finally awake. Weve found something. Said the ships AI in a female voice. Freya reached the end of the corridor and began to descend the ladder. Well what is it and how valuable is it? Im not entirely sure. The AI responded. How are you unsure if its Freyas words trailed off as she dropped into the one person cockpit of her space craft and admired the view. Orbiting the small planet was a space station of human design. And it was massive. Freya watched in awe for a few moments, settling into her pilots seat. Where the hell did it come from? Freya had travelled this route for months now and had never come across anything like this. Unknown. Trish replied. Although scans indicate that it has some form of FTL jump capabilities. The engines are burnt out though. Is there anyone in there? Looks like its taken some damage. Indeed it has, though only superficial in nature. However there is no known organic life, dead or alive. The AI explained. Hmm. What about life support, gravity, all the important systems? Freya asked. All running at optimal levels. There appears to be no immediate danger. Freya couldnt help but grin, her mind racing at the kind of loot a station of this size could contain. Well, find us a docking bay and set us down. There was a strange scent in the air, only barely perceptible yet Freyas nose crinkled as she breathed in deep. She opened her mouth to speak but Trish beat her to it. There appears to be an unknown substance in the air. It isnt deadly, but Ill run an analysis of it. Let me know when you have something, Ill just be exploring. Frey said, stepping through the docking bay door into a corridor. A few things were scattered here and there, clothes, suitcases, tools. It was as if people had left in a hurry. Freya picked through everything, her hazel eyes scanning for anything of value. She hummed to herself as she wandered deeper and deeper into the huge, labyrinthine space station, the scent in the air growing slowly stronger.
Thread: Adrift (Queen Chaos x Irish)

Unbeknownst to the station's first intruder for the better part of an Earth Standard decade, something did in fact still call it home. Something ancient. Something stirring now, awoken by the presence of a scavenger within the steel shell that housed this ancient being. It followed the scavenger's every movement, tracing her throughout the maze of intersecting compartments and corridors. Her presence there had awoken not only the sentient that resided within the hull, but also a very strong, very old instinct. The movement of organic tendrils throughout the ducts and conduits was near silent safe for the occasional faint metallic knock some where off in the distance, deep within the station, as unseen appendages drew closer and closer to the scavenger, encircling the compartment she occupied, yet to reveal themselves to her. The station might have grown even more eerily quiet than it had been upon entrance to it, as for several long moments, the station's sole resident waited, observing for awhile before from a small air inlet on the compartment ceiling, a thin tendril began to descend. It's width was no greater than the scavenger's wrist, its color a faint grayish green. It slowly lowered down just above and behind Freya, reaching out and beginning to rather slowly coil itself around her waistline.
Thread: Adrift (Queen Chaos x Irish)

Frey continued to wander the corridors and chambers of the station, exploring aimlessly. She picked her way through the rooms with a sharp eye. picking up and inspecting various trinkets and gadgets. Those that had any value she pocketed. She became aware of the strange scent growing stronger, more noticable. Along with that she also felt herself becoming flushed, a strange feeling stirring inside her. A warm, tingling sensation seemed to be spreading between her legs, her breathing becoming shallow. She was getting more and more aroused. The hell is wrong with me? She thought. Passing through one room her eye was caught by a strange, oddly phallic ornament. She stopped, her gaze focused on it as lustful thoughts raced through her mind. She let out a breathy gasp before finally pulling her gaze away. C'mon Frey' get your head in the game. As the tentacle began to descend from the small air inlet, unseen by Freya, she started working on a wall locker, trying to prey it open. She barely noticed it wrapping around her waist until she finally got the locker open. Finding nothing of value she tried to move away. only to be stopped by the tentacle. She looked down and let out a terrified gasp at the sight of the tentacle wrapped around her. What the hell?! Get off! She shouted, gripping the tendril and doing her best to pull it off. Suddenly all the horror stories of unknown monsters from the depths of space devouring lone explorers began to fill her mind as she panicked.
Thread: Adrift (Queen Chaos x Irish)

The tentacle wrapped about her waist had cooled itself no less than four times by the time she noticed it. Despite her frantic pulling to dislodge it, it exhibited a fantastic amount of resilience, barely budging as it held her in place. From a broken ceiling light panel, a second emerged, about the same size in diameter as the first. It slid across the top of the lockers, soon reaching the one she had been searching prior to her realization of her predicament. With a smooth, fluid motion it dropped down, coiing around and up one of her arms, moving further and further along until it reached her shoulder. It's end slid up the side of her neck and along its path, a heady, familiar smelling substance was left in a thin sheen on her skin, its scent exactly as that in the air, but seemingly stronger. This second tentacle paused for just a few seconds, as if allowing her to reflect on the situation. Finally, it began to inch slowly further, the end just brushing along the shell of her ear.
Thread: Adrift (Queen Chaos x Irish)

No, get off me! Frey shouted, kicking and screaming to no avail. Despite all her efforts and struggling she couldn't get the tentacle off her as it held her in place. She watched in horror as a second tentacle emerged from above her, sliding across the lockers slowly. It was as if it was toying with her, taking it's time before grabbing her arm, wrapping around it. Her mind raced with thoughts of the monster devouring her, killing and tearing her body apart only to be consumed. Her arm arched, forced into an uncomfortable angle by the tentacle wrapping around it, getting closer and closer to her face. She could smell the scent thickly on the tentacle, realising that the creature must be the cause of it. God it must be huge to fill the whole ship with it's scent. She thought, her body flushing again as she breathed it in. The sleeve of her jacket gleamed with a substance and she could feel it on her skin as the tentacle brushed her neck with the tip. The tendril felt oddly soft and gently as it caressed her neck, reaching Freya's ear. Please, w-what do you want? The young woman asked as the tentacle paused before brushing her ear, fearing for her life.
Thread: Adrift (Queen Chaos x Irish)

The tentacle moved slowly, brushing tenderly across her skin as it ventured towards her throat. It did not coil around her neck, instead, the end of the tendril moved downwards, following her throat to the hollow of her neck and the top of her shirt, where it slid underneath the fabric and between her breasts. It made a small turn, seeming to cup one breast with its length, exploring, studying her. The other tentacle about her waist began to move as well, slowly wrapping further around her more before the end moved down over the front of her pants, applying a slight pressure just between her thighs.
Thread: Adrift (Queen Chaos x Irish)

Freya's eyes widened slightly as the tentacle approached her neck, a hint of fear on her face as she struggled. Yet it didn't wrap around her throat, but began to descend downwards, under her top. She gasped in surprise. The strange substance made her skin glisten and she could feel an arousal growing, a slight moistness between her legs and a growing heat. She sighed as the tentacle began to slide between her breasts. The feeling of the tendril on Freya's skin was not alltogether unpleasant. In fact it was actually quite nice as it glided between her breasts. Images of times spent with lovers, using her breasts to pleasure them sprung into Freya's head, increasing her arousal. As the tendril curled to cup and massage her breast Freya let out another sigh as the second tentacle moved down, between her legs, applying pressure. She purred, letting out a small moan. I shouldn't do this, I need to fight my urges. She thought as she moved her free hand. But rather than attempting to pry the tentacles from her, she moved to her belt. With some difficulty the young woman finally managed to undo her belt ands the top buttons of her trousers in way of invitation. What's the harm in a little fun? She thought to herself, letting out another moan, breathy and quiet.
Thread: Adrift (Queen Chaos x Irish)

As the trousers were undone, the tentacle slid back up to her waistline, pushing the fly aside as it began to delve down under her pants. It brushed against the fabric of her underwear, leaving more of the slick substance behind as it slid over the front of the cloth, moving slowly as if getting a feel for the warm vagina underneath. It seemed to slip back and forth in an agonizingly slow way. The tendril under her top continued its slight kneading motion on her breast, the tip faintly brushing over her nipple while it's counterpart found its way under Freya's final article of clothing before it was rubbing along her womanhood.
Thread: Adrift (Queen Chaos x Irish)

Freya groaned in frustration as the tendril slid agonisingly slowly over her panties. It rubbed against her teasingly. She tried to move her hips and grind against it. Meanwhile Freya could feel her nipples hardening as her arousal grew. She whimpered in pleasure as the tentacle under her top began to rub against it. A small rational part of her brain was screaming for her to stop, to fight her urges. She contemplated listening to it. But then the tendril in her pants found it's way under her panties. Freya moaned lightly as it started rubbing against her rapidly moistening pussy.
Thread: Adrift (Queen Chaos x Irish)

The tentacle below her waistline clearly intended for her to enjoy the act as much as it could enable, with its slow, precise motions of slipping along her lower lips, spreading them just slightly with each back and forth motion it made. Several times, it brushed along her clitoris, stroking it with the slightest of pressure. Whilst the tentacle teased and played with her, and the second was caressing over her breasts, a third inched across the floor, reaching and ascending up her leg from underneath her pants. This one moved steadily up the inside of her thigh, quickly joining the other underneath her panties. The newcomer, while its counterpart continued its soft rubbing, pressed against Freya's opening, letting itself become coated in her juices before it pushed slowly inside of her, speeding her folds as it penetrated her vagina.
Thread: Adrift (Queen Chaos x Irish)

Freya was seriously starting to get worked up and frustrated. The way the tentacle teased her, it's slow and precise movements rubbing against her is all the right ways were driving her crazy. She whimpered and purred as the tendril brushed against her clitoris. That, combined with the second tentacle caressing her breasts was turning her on, a wetness growing quicker and quicker between her legs. More. The young woman managed to whimper quietly, moments before the third tentacle arrived. She felt it moving up her leg, caressing her thigh before pressing against her wet pussy. After a few long moments of what felt like eternity to Frey, it pushed inside. The young woman gasped loudly, pleasure radiating through her body as the tentacle slid inside her wetness, spreading and stretching her slightly. All rational thought, any hints of resistance soon fled her mind.
Thread: Adrift (Queen Chaos x Irish)

Freya's physical reactions seemed to not go unnoticed by the tendrils coiling about her body and exploring her most intimate places. The light stroking of her clit increased in pace, as if to match the slowly increasing rate that the latest tentacle began to slide back and forth within her, its form rigid and absolutely not unlike a male's penis. It drove deeper inside, just to the point of fullness, and showed no signs of slowing down its almost enthusiastic motions. Conversely, the tentacle under her top moved between her breasts, inching up in her cleavage and further along her thrust, traveling higher still and slowly brushing gently, caressingly along her lips.
Thread: A Hermit Out of Her Shell (Noire)

Yongen was much the same as it had been when Akira had last been here, but that was perhaps to be expected for a small suburb. The same small shops were still on the streets, the same old houses stood in place without even a new drop of paint on the walls. The same people, potentially, bustled around and paid no attention to the young man as he strode along with purpose. It really is the exact same. The voice, small and slightly girlish, came from the leather bag supported on the young man's right shoulder. A small feline head poked out of the opening in the zipper and scanned around I thought the Chief was exaggerating when he said Yongen was the same as ever. Akira shrugged. Well, what do you expect? A place like this doesn't hold much interest to developers. In the few years that had passed since his hectic stint at Shujin, culminating in him shooting God in the face and saving Christmas, Akira hadn't changed much. He was a tad taller, his musculature a little more defined now that the last awkward vestiges of puberty had been shrugged off. And his hair was a tangled frizz of dark hair, as ever. Akira came to a stop at the small glass door, a sign overhead plainly stating 'Leblanc Coffee and Curry.' He smiled in a warm nostalgia. As Akira pushed in the bell over the door chimed, and the aging man behind the counter looked up from his crossword. Oh, you actually came. Nice to see you. He was trying to be cool and impassive, but it was clear he liked Akira quite a bit. After all, he had been much the same when he was Akira's age. Long time no see, Akira greeted. He hummed and stroked his chin Just like I left it... I see the Sayuri is still there too. But something's missing... Ah yes, of course, the pint-sized hacker who had been his most eager co-worker.