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things that would look good on you: me
You see a scientist wearing this and you know they're going to be unhinged as hell
YOU ARE TREADING ON THIN ICE, COWBOY
i’m not a bimbo on purpose i’m just hot and i don’t know anything
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Posting about body neutrality and also Being John Malkovich made me have a stress dream last night in which I agreed to swap bodies with a guy whose dysphoria was worse than mine and who had less ability to pass. I realized that this swap probably saved his life and rescinding the offer would probably destroy him (and make me look like such a dickhead) but I really, really, really wanted my body back... I knew I could survive in the new one, even if I liked it even less, but there was still this deep ache of hypocritical regret and jealousy and possessiveness.
Pretty Scary: bodysnatching, possession, having your body forcibly taken over by an invader without your consent
Utterly Terrifying: making voluntarily noble sacrifices that you secretly regret because you are trying to be a more selfless and compassionate person than you actually are
Intermission
The silence was deafening, as Voidster lay stunned and grievously wounded in the rubble. It took long moments before he was able to rouse himself enough to take stock of the situation.
Varikai was gone. The counterpart had taken her as easily as Voidster had ever taken anything or anyone he wanted. He had halted Voidster’s attack, decimated the ribbons of magic Voidster had wrapped around Varikai’s soul, and had broken Voidster’s spine with hardly any effort at all.
He had dislocated Voidster’s arm so slowly that it was clear it was a message. Pursue me and die. Slowly. Painfully. Voidster was no match for him. Not alone.
It was obvious that the injuries had been intended to cripple, not kill him. If he had been killed again, he could have simply regenerated into a fresh body. Instead, he was left alone, in agony, to decipher how his fire magic could be used to heal himself, at least enough that he could walk. It took several tries before he understood what was needed.
Sensation rushed back into his fingers and toes as fire cauterized the ruptured discs in his neck, searing the nerve endings as well. Afterward, he managed to maneuver his shoulder back into the socket, amidst grunts of pain that even he could not stifle. He bound it to his side as best he could with scraps of cloth. The fire would heal it, but also cause further stiffness. He couldn’t afford to be caught a second time, too stiff and pained to fight back.
The moment he was able, he crawled through the ashes, sifting for one small but utterly significant treasure in the dust. Finally, when he had almost given up searching, his hand closed around a small, smooth stone. He almost wept in relief. He had found Varikai’s body. Lifting the stone to his lips, he pressed a tender kiss against the cool surface. He couldn’t sense her. This was only her shell. When he pulled back, he was surprised to see wet streaks on the surface. He had wept, after all.
He didn’t know where to go, who to tell what had happened. Well, he did have one poor idea. He knew that going to Lucifer’s realm was an invitation for further pain. He did not trust Lucifer in the slightest, especially after the night he had learned firsthand how much stronger the other male was than he. Still, that was the point. Lucifer was stronger. Perhaps even more powerful than the counterpart. And Lucifer would want Varikai back.
It was a hope that carried great risk, but it was the best chance he had. He would never forgive himself if he didn’t at least try. But first, he needed to return to the bar. He would at least be wearing clothes when he approached the Lord of Hell.
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The fire did not faze him in the slightest; quite used to tantrums of an infernal nature. A summoned hand quickly gripped him by the back of the neck, jerking him up to hang a few feet from his face. A venomous grin of sharp, jagged teeth split his face. “̶̣͠H̵̯͂ȯ̸͖w̵͚̽ ̶͔̍f̴̙̈́a̵̞̅s̴̬̀c̸̝̒i̷̫͑n̵̠͊a̸̳͛t̶̗͑î̴͇n̴̥͂g̵͔̾.̵̧̄ ̷̳͒I̸̬͘’̷̨͝v̵̗̒e̴͙͐ ̷̯̏y̴̩̏e̴̮̅t̴̤̀ ̵̼̄ṯ̵̏o̵͎͝ ̵̳̑e̶͔̊n̴̮̈c̴̨̆o̸̻͂u̵̲͒n̷̩͒t̴̨͂e̴͙͝r̴̽͜ ̴̺͋a̶̩͠ ̴͓͝ĉ̴͈o̸̝̎u̵̓͜n̷͍̕t̴̢̊e̵͖͛r̶͕͌p̴̢̚ã̵͇r̷̞͠t̵̛ͅ ̶̬̅t̶̰̿h̸̤̓a̷̰̐t̴̬̅ ̸͔̏s̴̹̉û̵̟f̴̳̈f̴͕̄e̵͖͒r̸͉̾e̷̞̾d̴̛͜ ̵̥́f̴͖͆r̶̻̀ö̴̼́m̶̨̈́ ̵̝̅ą̴͑c̶̭̐ū̵̬t̵̞̚e̴̱͌ ̴̯̃a̴͎̒t̷͚̿t̸̢̃a̵̝̿ć̵̮h̴͙̃m̵̩̀e̶̱̓ń̶͚t̶̖̍.̷͉͛ ̷͝ͅÝ̶͉o̵̮͆u̸̙̎r̴͎͘ ̴̺͌t̶̡̆i̷̗̇ṃ̴͂ë̷̗́l̷̨͂i̶̩͊n̷̡̎e̶̝̿ ̸̟̊ĩ̵̪s̸̭͗ ̶͕͑a̸̲͊t̶̼̄ ̵͜͠r̸̼̿ị̴̾s̶̙͐k̵̹͝ ̷͕̅b̴̙̾y̷̤̚ ̸͇̀h̴̗͛è̵̖r̷̭̄ ̴͔͒v̸̘͛e̸͇͝r̵̔͜ỷ̶̖ ̵̖̾p̶̰̌r̸͍͝e̸͉͠s̶̮͝e̷̱̕ǹ̷͙c̶̨̿e̶͗ͅ ̷̉͜å̵͍ń̷ͅd̵͕̾ ̷͈̊y̴̘͆è̷̫t̸̟̀ ̴̥̑y̷̳͋o̷̹͘u̴͙͝ ̶͇̚s̵̯̈o̴͈͆ ̵̤̕s̴̭͗ẻ̶͙l̵̩͠f̷̪̀i̸͔͌s̴̽͜h̶̢͘l̵͉̉ỳ̴̠ ̷̃ͅc̵̘̀h̶͍̀ȍ̴̡ò̵͚s̶̩̈́ẽ̸̮ ̵̩̒t̸̜̀o̴̝̓ ̸̻́ḓ̸͠r̸͎̒ŏ̶̠w̸̙̋n̶̟͠ ̵̎͜r̸̨͂e̶̯͠ă̸̘s̴̳͆o̷̹͐n̷̟̎ ̶̬̾ẅ̸̞́i̵͉̋t̸̢͝ḥ̴̓ ̶͙̃o̶͙̅b̸̯͋s̶̼̾e̵̞͂s̶̟̉s̴̰͝i̷̼̅ỏ̵̱n̷͈̎.̵̘̈ ̸̡̈H̴͙̔ĕ̴̳a̷̡͘ř̶̮ ̶̙̎m̸̙͒e̷̼͠,̵̞͝ ̸̥̅p̵̠̀ȧ̷͖t̷͈͋h̶̡̅ē̷͉t̸͕͛ĩ̵̠c̷̰̓ ̴͎̍q̵͓̈u̵̯͗i̸̦̐m̶̹̋.̸̤́”̶̯͌ , he growled, reaching to grasp the ribbons, pulling them ever so slightly taught.
“̷̯̪̊̓͐̽Y̵̛̥̾̈́̀̕o̵̖͉̓̏̆ú̷̝̻͉͉͖ ̸̗̗̪͉̟͊̓̈́͛̋̾t̵̛̗̥͉̰͍̀̇̈̕ṛ̶̡̟̱̅̿͝͝u̷̹̜̝̬̎̓͛͝l̷̨̜̃̀͒͘y̴͔̦̋̉̈́̑͝ ̸̧͔̱̙̃̈́̊̀͜b̸̠̱̝͐̃̿͗͘͝e̴͉̗͔̾̈́l̷̻̤̉i̴͙̘̽ę̷̢͓̩͉̊́̚͘v̵͚̺̽ḛ̵̱̰̞̭́̆͑̔ ̸͙̏̅̉̑͗y̴̢̞̠̘̙͌̓͜o̶͚͉̘̒̇̎͂͒͝ͅu̷̱̭̓ͅ ̵̢͙͉̝̯͌c̴̢̭͇̦̲̿ǫ̵̕ų̴̞̖̼͈͝l̶̥̳̈̈́̂d̷̡̥̤̭͖̠̅̏͛̏̈́́ ̷̡͍͉͎͌̊͆p̴͎̘͕̾̽̀̿ǫ̴̖̻͋̀ś̸̡̝͍͖̏͝s̸̞̟̼̫̉̎̒͌͘̚i̸͎̦̗͇̞̓̿̊̌b̴̼̤̫͍͗̔̕͜l̵̮͉̼̔͆͑̈́͆ỹ̸͎͕̈͂͑̄͆ ̴̲͂̀͗̕c̶̪͇̈́̍̈́̄l̸̛̫̮̟̭̗̞̏̀̃̉̔ḁ̴̡̏̾̋͑͑̎ì̵̝͈̈́̅m̷̹̞͇͉͇̜̀̔̋́ ̵̺̲̰́̂́t̶͚̅̽̿͘͝h̴͎̩̗͊i̷̝̦͓̋̈́͛̂́͋s̴̛̝̼̩̯͓̖͂ ̸͈̳̣̪͛̋̃̽s̷̟̈́͌̓͊͌ō̴͕͖͉̭̎͑͑̈́ǘ̷̟̓̇̈́͘͝ļ̵̨̫̯͗̆̈̀̒?̵̙̪̀̍̍̇̇̽ ̸̬͗͂̒̀͒̑T̷̛̺̬̋̿͋͝h̸͎̪̊̾e̷͖͚͇͇̮͙̽̌̓̂͛͘ ̵͎̯̲͐́̈͛c̷͖̉͛͊͐r̴͚͔̻̆̒̄̓͠ȩ̸̢̥̘̪̻̊̐a̸͖̙̔̊̆͊͠t̷͙̽̿̐ư̸̛͎͋́̄͆r̸̨̆͂͝e̴̛̺͕̽̅ ̴̛̙̟͊̈͌̈̕w̵̨̭̔̎̎̊͜͜ͅh̸̢̞͕̊́̀͑͘o̷̧̟̲̫͐̆̕͠ş̸̧̝̩̓͒͗̿̔ĕ̶͕͚̝̫͛̊͒ ̶̯̳͐͘m̶͚̹̝̼̩̠͆̐͋͗̔ḁ̵̠͓̰̝͠r̵̞̖̰͎̈́k̷̮̜̬̓͌ ̸͔̩̦̱̮̺̉̏͂̅̊s̴̮̤͎̮̞̮̀̆͝h̷̫̹̾e̵̢̧̎́͘ ̸̥̺̬͂͆̾̋̓͘b̶͕̹̩̑ȇ̶̛͉͕͖͖̼̈́͆͛à̴̜̣̅̾̓̍̓r̶̙̣̩̪̳̈́̎s̸̛͇̈ ̷̱̂̄̽̓w̸̢̖̲͉͐́̾͘͠ͅǐ̷̥̀l̷͇͛̀̊l̸͙̭̈́̌̑͆ ̷̡͎͍̤̚͜͠ͅf̸̛͇͎̜̏̉̃͌̑o̸͙͙͙̦̒̍͗ȓ̷̰̩̲́͠͠͠e̷̲̍̏̓v̴͔̖͉͆̇e̶̫̟̐̌́͛̈́r̷̘̦̀͋ ̵̪͇͕̜̰̓́̚l̴̨͚̲͙̱͍͐̓͐̏̈i̸̢͉̺̺͗̓͛͆v̷̛̘̺̅̍͛͋e̸̝̓́́̌̈͠ ̶͍͛ȉ̶̧̟͙͍̣̰̾̀̆͘n̶̺̙͎̝͛̊̀̀͒̆ ̸͖̩̫͂̿m̷̡̺̺̹̭̙̂̿̋͝ÿ̵̛̫͚̯́ͅ ̷̠̥͓̖̈́͠s̵̨̮͛̈̄̂h̴̹̽̌͋̚͝a̸̢̧̝̎̅͛̐̄d̶̫̥̘̈́̓́͋o̴̧̝̼̳̰̅w̸̧̳̳̥͒͑̈̉͠.̴̬͗͌͐̽ ̷̧̦̰͓̬̽̈́̇̋̀͘C̵͙̮̑̚o̷̜̩̘̅͑̃̎͘͝ư̸̯̅̾͠ṋ̸̮̉̿̓̾̾͝ţ̸̻̈́l̴̖̦̜̞͖͈͑͑́e̷̳̘̬͔̊̔͊s̸͙̈̾̈́̿͋̒ş̶̧̺͉̱̈́͊ ̵̮͕̺̻̭̤̽̂̒͒̚s̷̢͇̻̣͑͛͌̇̐͜c̵̢̞̖̳͈͋̄͜a̵̤̤̘͑̀̒̌̕r̶̛͇̖̦͖͇̓̀͌s̸̨̢̝͕͍͛ ̸̥̮̥̈́̓ṷ̷̢̞̌͐̌͌͛ṇ̷͚͛̀̎̓͠s̸̯͉̺̺̈̎̾̃e̷̡̪̺̪̜̓̍ę̴͍̅̓͂͋͘n̷̡͇̬͑̅͜,̴̲̘͠ ̸̘̙̱͎̤̞̈͗̐̇̈a̶̛̘̫̫̙c̷͕̜̝̑̅̑͌͘ẖ̷̨͎͎́̓̽ĭ̶͙́̀͘e̴̛̪v̶̗̮̑́͆͑̋ę̷̛̠͎̲̝͍̎̀̾̈́d̷̞̭̲͑͊̕͠ ̸̛͕͍̥́̕͝ţ̴̲͇̘̔̓͗͛̑͜͠h̶̨̯̺̃́̎͝r̴̳̲̺̚ỏ̵̢̤̭̎̂͊ũ̸̡͉̥̀͊̔̉͝g̴̛̠̙̳̊̑͛̀͑ͅh̴̢͍͍̼̆̌̈́̓͐͐ ̵̘͈͍̌̾̇̾̔͜s̶̨̼̲̹̉̍̈̉u̷̞͔̫̦͑c̸̨̦̜̲̫̓̉̊́͠h̸̨̺̞̣̬̄͐̐͝ ̵̝̤̬̗̰̗̉̎͑͝ṿ̵̰̑͐̔͋ͅi̴̦͕͠ȍ̸̪͕͍̘̚͘ͅͅļ̸̳̱̎̑̒̐͂̚ę̷̛̹̻͌̈̉́ņ̷̙̻̣̳̎̈́̃̿ẗ̶̺̙̥͕̬̥́̒̈́͐ ̶̢͉̫͌̀̒́̒͜ȉ̵͉ͅṇ̵̡̟̾̓̅͝ͅt̴̖̘̼͋ḯ̶̘̱m̸̪͌̓̉͂́̄a̸̯̞͍̼̩͗̆͊́̈c̷̦̊̋̐̎̂̿y̶̢̡̫̪̑̓ ̴̹̞̀̆͑̎͘͜y̷̮̝͖͛̒͜o̵̻͠ư̷̜͖̺͍͔͚̿ ̵̡̛̠̥͐͐͑͒̊c̶̪̟̞͍͈̅̆̈́͋ǫ̶͙̆́͋́͘͜u̶̧̲̜̎́͛̔͝ͅl̴͈͈͇̝̗̋̈́̎̏̕͠d̶͇̫̀̒́͘ ̷̧̢̫̺͔́̽o̷̡̢̫̦̻͎͑͛͛͝n̸̛͔̋̌͘̕ḽ̶͖̞͒̚y̸̯͎̒̈́̅͆ ̷̮̭͖̣̝̔̌̾͌̐͝ͅd̸̨̦̳͖́̌͐̑̇r̸̡̦͈͖̄̿e̴̳̜̘̒̄͠ä̷͚̘̘͘͠͝m̶̩̗̤͊ ̷͈̰̰̞͆̈́̀͘̕ǫ̷̳̪̓͋̿͘f̶̬̰̜̈́̀̀̈.̴̧̫̇ ̶̥̰̭͓̤̯̈́͂̂E̴͇͖̿̓́v̵̠̦͎̽͌̄e̵̗̮̊̀̑́̋͜ͅn̷̰͍̐͊̏̉ ̴̛͈̙̥̟̼̬̿̈́̅́͘ǎ̸̦̻͔͛̅̃s̶̨̥̘͑̽̈́͂ ̵̧̪̀́ş̶̧͎̠̤̓̄͝h̸̹̦̅̽̎e̷͈̮͖͓̺͌ ̵̠̲͎̪̣̮́̓̊w̴̢̩̟̪̟̆a̴̧͇̰̘̹͈͌͘͠n̴̨̢̜͙̫͆̅̇͝d̷̢̹͆̏̇͝è̷͉͈̍ȓ̶̠̘͇̗̳̠̊̃̾s̶̛̼̠͌͌͂͜,̷͎̞̦͊̃̋̐͋̔ ̵̼͎̲̰͖̻̆̇͌̒̇I̵̟̅͛ ̷̣͚͑ă̵͇̘̲̰s̴̢̗͇̪̤̐͋͘s̸̪̯̀͌͐͗̓̎u̵͉̬͈̯͛̄̓̏͝r̷̻̤̾̏̇́͝e̴̦̝̩̳͂̓̽͠ ̵̳̖͇̬̊̈́̒̍̄̇y̷̺͋͋͠͠ȯ̴̬̣̒͝u̵̩̜͈͐̅͌̔̾̚͜,̵̹̈͑̚͠ ̶̛̭͕̍s̵̢̩͙͚͔̼̾̓́͂̈́h̴̢͉̭̳͓͉̊̀̊̌͛ḛ̸̢͉̂́̽͛̽͝ ̷̛͔̰͕̄̈́̕͠͝f̵̛̥̑̽e̸͕͍͔̱͋̓̇̄͠e̵̺͌̑̓̎̑l̷̨͔͈̞̞͉̓̉͐ṣ̴͉̭͇̲̊́̅͜ ̸̯̰͎̱͔̻̊̇̄́̚͘m̵̬̼̙̦̯̍́̽ȩ̵̹͒ ̴̟̭̄ả̶̢͚̯̲̦̘̿t̷̗̩͘ ̵̙̰̮̽̽̒̊ͅh̸̳͈͉̺̏̏͋ȇ̶̞̣r̴̛̛͈̞̣͕̮͍͗̍͐ ̶̹̬̍̀͒͘͠b̷̙͈̠̋à̴̛̖̦̥͓̈́̅c̷̛̣̳̩͔̽͐̾̈́k̷̞̥͛.̷̤͚̀̓͂ͅ ̶̳͓̪̟́̋͆T̶̞̖̪̝̅͜͝h̶͍͚͙͈̳̆i̴̺̖͑s̸̊̄̀͝ͅ ̷͔͙͌͑̑͒͐͝i̵̩͇͈̦̰͇̇́͐̒̚͠s̷͍̐ ̵̳͔̍̈́͝n̴͔̠̣͛͐o̷̢̜̻̘͇͐̑̀́̕͜͝t̷̮͗̓̑͛̆͜ ̴͓͚̈́̒̀͘ẏ̵̧̘̱̦̿̂͋̍̕ȯ̵̤̻̃ų̸̯͎̻̰̟́̊̀̓̿̀ŗ̷̜̗̾̊͛̆̓̕ ̶̯̐͑̍̀̕ś̵̛̜͒̆ţ̵̣͈̘̟̦̃͑̌ô̴̪̜͜r̵̻͋̿̎y̵͛̈̉̀͘͜.̸̢͍̣̱͆̀̑”̴̼̪̳͍̈̈͂̀̿͝ He jerked the ribbons toward his mouth, his teeth tearing the ribbons effortlessly. Voidster felt a perilous numbness at the sudden loss, leaving him devoid of breath. The Doctor’s claws began to grip tighter, sinking into the back of his neck. He felt the satisfying tension as the tips strained the integrity of his spine. The disks popped, Voidster’s body going limp, though he remained perfectly aware. A dark chuckle rang out before another hand appeared, gently gripping the back of his arm before slowly twisting it out of socket. Behind them, The Doctor’s hands lovingly packaged Varikai’s soul in a cylinder.
He took his time with Voidster’s remaining ball-joint, taking care not to sever any nerves; thus allowing the pain to remain an unaltered experience. It was a shame he had no time to spare for the sake of exploration. He tossed Voidster’s limp body to the ground, returning his soul to his chest. He slipped Varikai’s soul into the void of his jacket, then leaned over with a familiar grin. A silent farewell before stepping backward into the void. @askvoidster
The moment Gaster’s teeth severed the ribbons, Voidster knew he had drastically underestimated his opponent. What had just happened shouldn’t be possible. To physically sever ribbons of pure soul magic. It was something Voidster knew he was not capable of.
This counterpart was too powerful... Voidster felt the devastation of his injuries as they happened. His body hung limply in Gaster’s grasp, the man gripping the back of his neck as if he were a helpless animal. His entire body spasmed and twitched when his neck was broken. He could do nothing but dangle helplessly as his arm was lovingly dislocated.
The pain washed over him in an almost comforting way. It uttered a familiar mantra. You are weak. You are helpless. You are nothing. He is the worthier counterpart. His claim is undeniable. You have always lived this way; taking what you want from those who are weaker. It was inevitable that the law would eventually favor someone stronger.
He could only stare as Gaster leaned over him with a menacing grin. His mind could not quite accept this was happening. Voidster had always been the villain, always the one that destroyed what others loved. When he had eventually deviated from that path, Varikai had been there to guide him back.
He had thought- he had assumed- that things would continue as they always had. Who could threaten his life with Varikai other than Lucifer? Who would want to? The answer stepped back, disappearing before his eyes.
Though he wanted to deny it with every fiber of his being, he knew where they had gone. He would rather have crawled over broken glass through the bowels of Hell than go back to the Void.
your-toxic-tea:
The Doctor spared a glance as he sensed the oncoming attack. “Á̸̧̧͉͖͎̳͐̐̄ ̵̢̝̣̾̒̈͗̍̅͐͘m̶̝̼͙̪͍̞͙̝̾͂͌̿̃͛̈́͝ŏ̶̥̒m̵̡̘̮͍͍͔͗ě̶̢̢̠̻̳̘̦͌̊n̵̖̞̅̀t̷͙̼͕͖̮̾̄̇̅͗̑͐o̶̭͉̮̤̠̭̽.̶̤̪̓̓̋̈́…” With a sinister smirk, he took the stone of her collective ashes and flicked it; the velocity piercing through the magic to hit the hybrid male cleanly between the eyes. It sent Voidster crashing through the window. His body scraped against the pavement below, slowing to a halt in the dirt. … The Doctor tilted his head as he witnessed that male’s soul tear from his body to remain tethered to Varikai’s soul. How… Interesting… Varikai’s soul began to burn brighter, reacting to this strange spell. Ever a victim of curiosity’s seduction, he leaned closer to study the ribbons. @askvoidster
He had never expected nor been prepared for his body to be ripped away from his soul. He had a few moments of consciousness to belatedly realize what had happened. This body was far lighter and more fragile than he was used to, and he had never considered the possibility that it might be flung so forcefully away. Free of the physical shell, his soul drifted nearer to Varikai’s until they were almost touching. He sighed in pain. It had already belonged to her.
Darkness took him, and he experienced his first real death. Spasms of agony wracked his body and soul. It was pain and pain and pain. Then nothing.
....
The cracked, blood red soul began to glow as Voidster’s hybrid form regenerated. His was a Determined soul, and it would not allow him a moment’s rest. His body formed around the airborne soul, and soon he was suspended by the ribbons coming from his bare chest.
Like a cat in midair, he writhed violently, the fire already shimmering over his skin. His long, blonde hair writhed with him, twisting like the flames that covered his body. He grabbed for Varikai’s soul with one hand, the other swinging to strike Gaster’s face.
your-toxic-tea:
The tone of magic shifted to a deadly seriousness as two blasters were summoned, bright red light making his silhouette all the more menacing. The tendril grew, coiling around her and gripping his arm. It lifted them both, allowing Voidster to dangle as they approached him. His laughter swirled about the room as a hand materialized to caress Varikai’s cheek. She remained catatonic, though she returned the grip, her hands trembling. “Bǫ̷͔̞͚̅́̎̿̓̌̓n̷̳̟͎͂̓̿̌̀̓̚͝j̴̮̜͎̮̈́̉͑̒͊̏o̴̡̩̫̍͠ū̷̼̝̹̆̔͑͝r̵͉͐̋̿́̊̃̅̚, ̴̻̼̥̩̮̄͒͑̓b̴̟̮̝̖̜͖̂̂̑͝͝e̷͔̣̝̠͗̄͠l̶͉̟̊̾̈́̂l̸̡͊͊̓̋̂̍e̶̙̙͗̈́̾̍̉͝ ̸̯̭͙̱̈́̎̇̾ș̴̳̖͎̝̥̇͐̿a̶̺̎̆͊́͋̋̎l̸͚̥̾͒͑ę̵̜̪̖̕ţ̴̺͉̹̙̙̈͗͗͋̅̌͘ͅé̵͔̰͖̂̎ ̸̼̱̼̣́…” The jaws of the blasters opened, energy beginning to charge. Varikai blinked before suddenly looking at Voidster in horror. “Let go, now!” she barked. She frantically tried to wriggle out of his grip before the blasters aimed at her. They all but vaporized her body, severing the arm he held. Voidster hit the ground, seeing her soul shining amidst the particles of ash. The Doctor reached and took the burning orb, looking at his long hunted prize. “M̶͕̅ä̴͇g̵̨̿n̶̘̎ī̸͉f̵̒͜î̸̝c̶͉̑ȩ̸̀n̶̛͉t̷̞̀….̵̬̂ ̶̣͐Ṭ̷͑h̶͈́ę̴̈́ ̴̼̏p̴̛͖r̸̡͠i̵̯̇m̴̙̚o̷͎͂r̸̹͘ḏ̵̐ȋ̷̦a̷̳͘ļ̶̆ ̵̮̂ô̸̱r̸̤̍ĩ̵̳ġ̷̦i̶̭̔n̴̯̿s̶͇̕ ̸̡͗ó̶̠f̷̰͂ ̶͈͝t̵̰͗ḧ̶͕e̶͎̐ ̶̤̓s̸̹̅a̵̞͠v̷͓̈́ȅ̶͈ ̴͔̀s̴̲̾t̴̰̋å̵̬t̷̰̀e̷̖̐ ̶̟̕p̸̙̆h̸͎̒e̶͉͐n̶͉̂o̸̺͗m̸͍͘e̴̤̎ň̵͎a̷̟͑.̴̙̆ ̸̤̅” he mused. It was unclear if he gloated with intent, or merely dismissed Voidster’s presence.
“À̵̜͔͇t̸̡͔̰̄ ̸̛̛͔̠̙̪̖̓́̈́̑͐̕ͅl̶̨͉͍̟͛̈͊͜a̷̡̯͈͚͎̐̽̐͐̊̕̕s̵̩̐́͒͘t̵̢̯̼̳̊̐̿͐̌͗ ̴̧̨̛͔̠̖̺͖̤̄̈́̈̅̚w̷̝̐e̷̮͖͉͗̽͂̐̅̚͠ ̵̧̰̪͍̙̐͋̊͗̆͝ś̴̨̥̱͖͙̀͛̚h̸͓̖͐̕ä̴̜͔͈̖̖̼́͗l̶̛̘͓̈́̐̋̊͠͠l̴͍̫͈̝͚̣̰͑̈́͠ ̴̠͍̞͎̱̮̪̑̓̈́̓͜f̸̗̗̃̄̈̒͒ĩ̶̬̤̮́̋̏͑̋̑͜n̷̠̤̱̦͆̐̍̀̕ḯ̸̡̞̼̹̜̻̅̐͜͠s̷̙͓͈̰̝̭̺̩̃͋͋͝h̷̡͈̊̓ ̵̪̜̏̈́͂̌t̶̰̗̺̀̓̎̒̇͒ͅh̸̭̘̝̭͕͊̍͠ͅe̸̺͇͉̣̣̦͊̏̿́̎ ̴̧̜͕̮̿̐̓̌̔̃w̸̥̝͑̌̊͌̒o̴̹͂r̴̺̗̙͗̃͒k̸̩̹̜̩̳̫̯͇͛̈́̍̍̾͝…” He held out his other hand, summoning the ashes to center above his palm. They swirled until they began to solidify into a stone. @askvoidster
He felt her hands crumble in his grasp, turning to ash even as he sought to prevent it. This in itself was not disturbing. He had killed Varikai himself before, and watched her return to ash. But this counterpart...he was going to take her soul. Without that, she wouldn’t be able to regenerate. Or if she did, she would be at this counterpart’s mercy. And Voidster knew intimately just how he would punish something that belonged to him. Something that had betrayed him. He had done the same to the girl in his own timeline.
He felt the sudden, vivid realization that Varikai had been drawn to him initially because of his similarity to this counterpart. If that were so, he may have already lost the fight.
Moving instinctively, blood red ribbons of magic shot from his hands, wrapping around the hybrid soul that hovered in the air. He had done this once before, when dragging the human away from Sans. Only that time, he hadn’t cared whether her soul had shattered. That had given him an advantage. If this counterpart knew enough to call Voidster’s bluff, or if the counterpart himself did not care for Varikai’s safety, it wouldn’t be enough.
“RELEASE HER!” he roared, struggling to stand after the harsh fall. The ribbons of magic were attached to his own soul, being born of it. He could intimately feel what she was experiencing through this.
your-toxic-tea:
Ţ̵̢̢̨̛͕̥̪͚̮͙̭̖̠̌͠h̶̝̙͓̙̰̔̏͛̍̈́̆͒̂̽ḯ̵̡̛͙͖̳̞̯͓̘̻̦̞̮̙͗̈̃͛̑͆̔͝s̶̜͛̏̿̉̈͑͌̅̒̇͝͝͠ ̸̧̧̦̠͇͓̹͖̺̼̼̰͔̱̥͖̊͛̈́̔͒͜͜͝ḑ̴̛̛̩̾̔͗͆̑́̀͛̄̄̒͌̕ơ̸̢̨̡̤͎̥̟̟͎̱̰̟̥̍̾͗̎͑̋̑̽͆̋̎̕͘ĕ̸͕͙͇͍̪͆̾̇͛͊̓̚̚̕ş̴̟̫̮̪̯͍̖̺̦͉̔̎̈̋̈́̾͒̏̌͠ ̶̨̢͙̬̯͖̬͇͈͙͔̯̇̃̽͒̆͐̓̐̈́͗͋̕̚̚͘̕͝͝ņ̶̛̥̬͈̞̲̞̺͙̫̝̯̫͉̙͈͔̑͗̎̽́̋̃͑ơ̶̻͛̉̓̉̉͂̆͛̀͛̉͝͝ͅͅt̷̡̠̗̳͖͌̊̈̆͝ ̵̛̜̙̻͎̮͚̮̣̫̒́͋̿͐͗̅̆̀̎͑̾̋͐̒̚͝c̴͚̬͖̫̈́͑́͌̌̒̀͑̓͝ơ̴̛̰̗͎͙̬̯̗̣̘̜̫̬̭͑̌̄̐̇̊̽̎̆͠͝͝n̴̢̛̮̝̦̻̋͌̓̐̎̑͛̋̇͋̍̎͒̋̋̃͗͘͝c̷̙̮͇̋̃̆͆̊̄̈́͆̊̾̀͒̅͗̋̂͂e̵̡̮̺̫̯̪̝͍̺̝͗̈́̽̾̂̈̐̀͐̐̋̀̇̈́͘̚͝ͅr̴̨̢̭̪̘̰̙̣̘̺̼͖̟̘͍̞̝̙͆̅̅̑̈́͗̄́̾̔̚͝͝ͅn̷̖͈͙̖͈͈͎̮̯̼͕͋̆̆̑̒͂̚ ̸̢̛̻͖̻̮̪̬͍͖̣̯̗͛̀̒̍̒̂̾̇̀̃̀̐̕̚͜͠ý̶̡̝͇̣̣͇͕̼͇̀̇͒̾̏̊͘o̶̡̘̙͗͋͑̈́͌̐̐̊͋͗̓̈́u̵̮͓̟͎̪̖̺̪͐͂̆͑̏͆̆́͘͘͘.̵̨̭̠̙̜̹̤̲̝̲̝̦̗̣̠́̐̑͜͝ͅ The voice that echoed through the room was distorted, as if an intercom were chronically shorting. Everything grew darker. The shambles of furniture and plaster began to glitch and warp slightly.
A dark figure rose from the floor, red eyes fixed on his target while his hands remained cordially clasped behind his back. The silhouettes of a dozen summoned hands at the ready. T̷̝͈͉͇̖̩́̿̃͝h̷̝̹̩̙̍͆̇̅̊̚e̴̲̤̓ ̴̺̬̍̿̉͆̕͝ả̶̛̤͇̞̠̣̹̩̈́̍͜n̴̡̧͇͇̤̻͆̅o̸̡̥̤̟̙̲̒̂͋̽̈́m̵̢̺̰͚͓̱͚̝̒̍̊̎̔̕a̸̜̝͙͙̮͓̦͐́̄͂͛̈́͜ḽ̵̖̰͈͈͋͋́͆̾̇͝y̵̤̜̪̮͍̤̭̞͛̃̀̇͂͝ ̴͈̬͔̖̻͎͚̃̚͝w̸̥̰̗͚͎͇̹͌ͅĭ̵̫̖̱͍͗̎̎̐͘l̶̹̭͇̘͆͗ļ̷̤̼̘͈̪͇͋̍̎̋̉̀ ̵̦̑̉̌̈͝b̸̲̹͂̄̆̑̈̋̕͘e̷̛͚͙͈͂̒̍͂̔̏̍ ̷̧͍͒̑́̉̂̃ͅͅr̴̡̛͂͐̉̓̇̇͘ĕ̷̛͖̂m̵̢̦̥̱̫̝̜̄̉͊̕o̴̪̓v̵̼̩͓̺̭̜͚̥̈̽é̴̺̮͖̙̰̇̍̓̌̓d̸͙͎̣̙̀͆.̶͓̜̭̹̹͍̒̏̓̚͘͝͝ ̷̨͎̩̙̲̾T̴̢̪̻̞̤͎̤̅̒̊h̸͚̟̲͖̱͙͕̒̉̐̉̽̆ͅè̵̡̳̫͎̺͈̭̈́͋̓̀̿̚ ̶̙̙̄́͗̑͘é̷̛̼̮̀̎̾̎̕r̵̟̦̩͇̜̣̗͋͑͆r̵̨͕̳̤̳̥͛̈́͊̆ő̶̻̊͋r̷̢͍͓̗̩̬͉̃̓̾́͌̕ ̴̨͕͇͖̥̿͒̚r̸̙͔̮̱̙͉̞̘̂̐̀̉͆̕ȩ̵̩͕̼̣̘͂c̶̢̩̮̮͎̻̅̄̒̈́͠ť̶̛̗̪̯̺̽i̴̛̻͖͔̜̿̔̌̐̑͂̕f̵̧̣͈̻̱̠̑͊̿̅̆̌̇į̸̧̛̗͎̘͚̓̓ë̶͕̒̑d̷̬̆̍͝.̸̨̖̲̊͐̊͐̋̚͝ ̷̧̬̰̬̫̎̀͂̆̑̽͘͝ A tendril rapidly slithered beneath him, wrapping around her ankle and dragging Varikai toward him. @askvoidster
Still snarling, he grabbed Varikai’s wrists, holding fast against the tendril. He felt flames begin to lick over his body, a physical manifestation of his rage. “This hybrid belongs to me. You may not remove her from this timeline. I don’t care if she’s an anomaly.”
Furious, panting, and exerting his limited hybrid strength, he summoned his hands in threat. An array of bony appendages hovered in the air behind him, covered in flames. He wanted to summon his blasters, but it had been so long since he had relied on anything but his physical strength, that he doubted his ability.
“You do not want to make me your enemy,” he growled, becoming slightly more bestial in appearance as his soul reacted to the threat.
your-toxic-tea:
“What he lacks in discipline, he makes up for in stealth and courage. Loyalty has many uses.”
She leaned over him, kissing his neck as he began to list his potential accomplices. There was a pause when he mentioned a vampire… but the likelihood that it was the same little patron saint of sluts was unlikely. He felt her smile against his jaw as he reminded her of his torment. What she would give to have seen him profess his love for her in confidence. She hovered over his lips. “While I enjoy this form… you must know I would not change you. Not a single facet.” Varikai felt a sudden chill in the room… Voidster saw the moment concern laced her features before she sat up, looking around as if to listen for something. She winced, her hand lifting to stop just short of holding her head. “…N-no…” she whispered. Varikai crawled backward, looking at Void fearfully. The air suddenly felt lithe with energy.
She held her hands in front of her, flexing her fingers.
They glitched.
Gasping, she looked at Voidster, moving to warn him. Suddenly, her soul began to glow a deep scarlet. Her body flung toward the ceiling, hitting it before plunging to the floor. Just before she collided, a hand materialized to catch her by the ankle, then fling her into the rubble that was once a bed. Her body began to glitch more. Her eyes rolled back, her neck twitching as she hoarsely repeated the same mantra… “♓︎■︎♏︎❖︎♓︎⧫︎♋︎♌︎●︎♏︎ ♓︎■︎♏︎❖︎♓︎⧫︎♋︎♌︎●︎♏︎ ♓︎■︎♏︎❖︎♓︎⧫︎♋︎♌︎●︎♏︎ ♓︎■︎♏︎❖︎♓︎⧫︎♋︎♌︎●︎♏︎ ♓︎■︎♏︎❖︎♓︎⧫︎♋︎♌︎●︎♏︎ ♓︎■︎♏︎❖︎♓︎⧫︎♋︎♌︎●︎♏︎ ♓︎■︎♏︎❖︎♓︎⧫︎♋︎♌︎●︎♏︎ ♓︎■︎♏︎❖︎♓︎⧫︎♋︎♌︎●︎♏︎ ♓︎■︎♏︎❖︎♓︎⧫︎♋︎♌︎●︎♏︎….” @askvoidster
He sensed the moment that a counterpart made himself known. This was impossible. He had never met another version of himself that was prone to jumping into other timelines. Voidster was always the invader, always the one intruding. He felt himself growing colder in his soul, the feeling of a forced connection to the void beginning to warp reality.
He tried to grab her soul before she was flung away from him, but he wasn’t fast enough, not expecting such an attack in the first place, nor being used to this hybrid body he was in. Still, he jumped to his feet, racing toward Varikai’s prone body, when she began to speak.
“Inevitable. Inevitable. Inevitable. Inevitable. Inevitable.”
He froze when she began to speak his native tongue, the sound harsh and alien. She was being controlled, just as Voidster had once done to his human victim of choice. It was a horrible sense of deja vu, as if he were being forced to relive what he had done, from the perspective of those he had harmed. He had never believed in karma, but part of him began to wonder if his past was catching up to him.
“Leave her alone!”
The words were snarled, almost inhuman with his fear and rage. This was not supposed to happen to him. He was the villain, he was the one in control. He refused to let some counterpart take what was his.
your-toxic-tea:
“He is not… There are a surprising amount of weaknesses that his father sought to when he was banished. However, they would all merely weaken him. It would take a god to reach any sort of swift solution. Otherwise I will need time to study, and you will need to gather allies. He has more enemies than friends.” The thought of Anubis becoming involved caused her eyes to roll in disgust. Lucifer’s irritating mentor was an old fool. The last thing she wanted was for him to stick his bestial nose into things. Their distaste for one another was quite mutual.
On one hand, she wondered if Anubis would indeed support she and Lucifer’s separation? Or would he enforce the contracts between them, amending them to make escape impossible… “I am not a helpless damsel. There will be no need to hide me. I have a dark elf sworn to serve me, a succubus eager to betray him, and you have other resources.” she listed, rolling on top of him.
“The bar will be a preferable place for us to plot. I want to retrieve my work…” There was a subtle, genuine fear as she casually sighed her concerns. Their skin glowed steadily wherever they touched. She drew patterns over his chest as her thoughts turned inward at the task at hand. @askvoidster
For a moment, he was content to watch her think as she drew patterns on his skin with her finger. Part of him felt deeply relaxed by such intimate attention from a woman he cherished. He rarely received physical affection. Most were too intimidated. Then again, he would not have tolerated such affection from just anyone. He trusted Varikai.
“I also have more enemies than friends,” he reminded her with a faint growl in his voice, annoyed at this. He hated sharing any similarities with Lucifer. Even more, he hated having to rely on anyone other than himself to get things done. Trust was not in his nature.
“Dain?” he suddenly barked, jerking in surprise beneath her. “You truly think that pathetic creature could defend you? Better than you could defend yourself? Laughable. He is little more than a meat shield, and not even a good one.”
He eyed her in distaste, his mouth twisting. “Perhaps the succubus would be of use, but doubtful. I suppose I could request assistance from the vampire girl who owes me a favor. The goddess as well may still be interested in assisting us. She seemed enthusiastic about my love for you.”