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@blind-mutant
So, I'm sure you've all noticed just how inactive I've been...
Basically, I've lost my inspiration to rp. I'm not sure if it's just for Rhys or for all characters I have, but I haven't been feeling it.
There is always a chance I'll start again, but I just can't find the muse for it right now. So, until then... This blog is going on an indefinite hiatus and I'm sorry to all of my lovely rp partners. I adore you all.
getreadytosmashâ:
He wasnât too sure why exactly he towered over so many. Youâd think that since Hulk was the very first gamma mutate, heâd be the tallest one around but nyet. Emil enjoyed his height when it made him feel superior over others, but it was a pain when he needed to do more mundane tasks, such as shopping or visiting the school.
It was good now though. Emil could practically taste how the smaller man felt right now, sweet andâŠlike vanilla? Huh.
He pushed that aside, smirking as one very large paw reached out behind Rhys and oh so gently, tapped the tip of his claws into the smaller manâs lower back. It gave the feeling of what his claws could be with Emil holding back as he pewed softly.
âI thinkâŠit would take a good few hours to test that, little one.â He chuckled roughly, pointedly tapping a finger that was bigger than Rhysâs entire palm, âAfter allâŠwouldnât want to break such a pretty little thing off the bat, hm?â
With that, he quickly stood up, speaking normally as if he hadnât just been teasing this little man with a good time later.
âWeâll go this afternoon, Iâll bring the list and let you know what to get. Will you be fine? None of the items have any brailleâŠâ
It was very interesting that Emil was so much bigger than the rest of the gamma mutates. Of course, all of them - save for Samuel - were bigger than Rhys, and it still took a bit for him to get used to it. It was thrilling to be surrounded by giants, but he still had trouble getting over just how immense Emil was. Like a small mountain. Like a tree... like, well, like a giant even among other giants. Why did it turn him on so much? Rhys was hopeless, wasn't he? He was also well aware that any gamma mutate could smell arousal, so he knew that Emil was no different. There was no point in feeling shame or trying to deny it when Rhys knew that it was futile. He didn't really care to deny it, either. A slight squeak escaped him when he felt Emil's claws tap against his lower back. Oh. Now that was... dangerous. Fuck. He just wanted this man even more. "D-definitely wouldn't want t'at," he agreed, a little breathless. But it seemed that the man was done flirting in an instant, and Rhys felt rather like he had whiplash from how composed Emil seemed right then. What a tease. "Oh. Umm.... I should be able to figure out which items are which. I can always ask for help if I need to. " Rhys assured with a little smile. He still needed a little time to recover from all of that rather heated flirting. Thank god they weren't going to go out until a little bit later. He was going to need some time to calm himself down. He wasnât used to being teased quite like that.
"What hideous sin have you committed lately?"
"All of 'em," he replied with a wicked grin. "Especially murder."
Of course, that was a lie. Rhys could hardly keep a straight face as he shook his head. Murder wasn't exactly a sin that he committed on a normal basis, nor was it one that he really wanted to commit.
"Nah, mostly I jus' steal, so eh... Greed? Mm, maybe lust too. I've been known to be horny."
"All the sins? Sounds like I've found my people."
A laugh she couldn't contain erupted from her at the idea of Rhys on a murderous rampage.
"Well, you wouldn't be the first serial killer or mass murderer I've met. But you're probably the most holy-looking...I think I saw it in the newspaper headlines," Tal's tone turned from amused to dramatic. "Real-life Angel of Death" stalks the streets. No one is safe from Ethereal Extinction!!"
"Not the first thief I've met, either. But I think the one I know might have you beat in fashion sense. Don't worry, you're still the prettiest professional murderer I know."
A visible flush made its way to her tanned cheeks. She hoped Rhys didn't pick up on the overall increase in heat that accompanied the deep pink on her face. "Uhh, well, you're not alone, there, ei-either," she stammered sheepishly.
It's not like sex wasn't something she ever talked about, and it certainly wasn't like she wasn't familiar with arousal herself. But it wasn't something she'd ever discussed with Rhys, before, and she'd been a little surprised.
God, maybe her psychiatrist friend was right. Maybe she was, "awful prudish for being from Cali." But then again, what did that clown know about her sex life?
"What sort of stuff do you steal? Anything interesting? Most of what I've stolen has been from "Evidence" lockups."
He snorted softly at that. Of course, he was guilty of a good few sins. Maybe not as many as he had joked about to her, but enough to make him feel a little guilty as a former Catholic. It wasn't really hard to make people of his former faith blanche in disgust, though. He was easily able to drink away his own guilt over it. He was definitely in line to go to hell, but he'd be damned - literally, probably - if he allowed himself to feel guilty over every bad thing he did, intentionally or not. Especially since some of the sins he was guilty of included premarital sex and liking people of the same gender. It was fucked up that those should have been considered any sort of sin in the first place.
"Oh aye, t'at's me. Angelic even when I'm evisceratin' someone," Rhys laughed and shook his head. He hoped she really didn't take him for a murderer, though. He'd... taken only a few lives, but only one had ever been on purpose. It haunted him. She didn't need to know that, though.
Was he really fashionable for a thief? Surely there were even petty thieves who had a better fashion sense than he did. Of course, for sake of ease, he had done his best to make sure his wardrobe consisted of primarily black. That was his clothes wouldn't clash, since he really didn't know what his clothes particularly looked like.
"...I'm really not a professional murderer. I promise," he said after a beat and offered a lopsided smile. "Amateur maybe, but definitely not professional. Nor, eh... prolific."
If he had been a worse person, he might have laughed a little in the face of her embarrassment over the mention of sex. He was an adult, though, and could act like one. Not everyone was as welcoming to sex and lust as he was, and even he sometimes still felt shame. He just liked indulging more often than he actually felt shame over it.
"Oh, um... Most of what I steal ain't quite as interestin' as all t'at. I'm jus' a petty criminal, so it's usually money or food or alcohol. Ain't usually big or dangerous. What sorts of stuff do yeh take from evidence lockups?"
"What hideous sin have you committed lately?"
"All of 'em," he replied with a wicked grin. "Especially murder."
Of course, that was a lie. Rhys could hardly keep a straight face as he shook his head. Murder wasn't exactly a sin that he committed on a normal basis, nor was it one that he really wanted to commit.
"Nah, mostly I jus' steal, so eh... Greed? Mm, maybe lust too. I've been known to be horny."
@getreadytosmash || X
"No!"
Hulk didn't mean to be loud, didn't mean to be angry or scared, or to scare Bunny...but all of those mean people saying they hated Hulk and wanting to hurt Bunny just made him so angry! Jenny loved Bunny, so Hulk had to keep him safe, like he could never do before when he was little and Daddy wanted to hurt Momma.
So he smashed, and then he ran away to cry because he'd been bad.
Now Bunny had found Hulk again but Hulk didn't want to talk or feel scared or be told what a bad boy he had been. He just wanted to be somewhere where he'd be safe and to have his toys instead of guns and scary noises...
Sniffling, Hulk peeks up from where he had curled into himself. The green boy rubbing his eyes as he spoke, "Hulk- Hulk sorry...Hulk was bad, Bunny...stay here. Hulk stay here. Bunny go find Jenny a-and leave Hulk alone!"
He was bad, and bad boys had to stay alone, or they'd smash and hurt and kill everything. Hulk had been bad, so he needed to stay alone. Even if he wished Bunny would stay and be safe.
Rhys flinched slightly in response to how the green man -- boy, rather -- yelled so suddenly. He wasn't scared. Not exactly. Even though Hulk was big, Rhys really wasn't scared of any side of him. They were friends, and he knew that the Hulk would never hurt him on purpose. Which was exactly why he had said what he did. It was okay for the Hulk to be scared. In this situation, anyone would have been scared. Everything had been so loud. People were hateful and angry. Even Rhys had been scared, but he could take care of himself. It wasn't as if any of it was the Hulk's fault. "Hulk hasn't been bad," he said in a gentle voice, in an attempt to be reassuring. He reached out slowly and offered a smile. "We all lose control sometimes, yea? It's okay. I've done it too. Please don't t'ink yer bad." He would stay by the Hulk's side until things calmed down. Rhys felt that was the right decision, and then they could go find the others. He knew what it was like to feel scared. Hell, he knew what it felt like when he thought people would be angry with him. Rhys had been the subject of many people's ire before. His own parents had blamed him for so many things, so he understood why Hulk was so sad and afraid. The Hulk didn't need to feel that all alone, though. Rhys was his friend, and friends stuck together. They protected each other and comforted each other, and that was what he was going to do. Besides, things were chaotic and Rhys wasn't sure he wanted to go looking for the others right then. It was dangerous and he wasn't exactly looking to walk into people with guns who wanted to hurt non-human folks. "Why don't we wait a while? If t'ings calm down we can go find Jen an'... Maybe get ice cream or somet'ing later? Plus it'd be safer if we stuck toget'er, right?"
getreadytosmashâ:
To a 5'4 man, Emil wasnât shocked that his 11'0 seemed to register as huge. It had taken quite a few weeks for him to initially get used to his own size and power, far too many doors had suffered at the hands of Emil learning. Now he tended to treat eveything as gently as posisble, even when he was fighting and intended on causing some harm. Emil may have been a villain once, but he always made sure to keep some morals depsite what everyone else may have thought about him.
Right now thoughâŠ.he didnât think Rhys really much cared about what morals Emil may have, judging by the smaller manâs interested scent.
It made him smirk internally. Whether they wanted to admit it or not, a lot of humans often found themselves draw to Emilâs size or claws and fangs. Even if they tried to hide it, he could tell in the shift of their body chemistry, an interesting little cheat when it came to working people out.
âI have more ways than just intimidating someone when I want something, little rabbit,â The lizard mutate practically purred as he crouched down, making a point to show how tall he was compared to Rhys. That little trick never failed to get Samuel decently flustered, and if they were anything alike, then Emil would bet it had the same affect on Rhys too.
âI might take you up on the offer. You look like someone who makes a tight fit- sorry,â Emil corrected himself, âI meant a right fit for the shops. But Iâd almost feel bad for it, making you run around to do all of my chores for me.â
Eleven feet tall was an incredibly large stature for most people. Even compared to the hulks, Emil was a giant. Of course, Rhys had quite an inclination towards more... monstrous people, and he found Emil's height intriguing - and sexy - more than anything. The idea that Emil did whatever he could to be gentle, too, would have made Rhys more of a brat than he already was if he knew. Suffice to say, Rhys was highly interested in Emil. He did not know yet that the taller man had fangs and claws. Although he could have guessed, and once he knew he would have been drawn in even more. What could Rhys say? Danger was sexy, especially with that lovely accent that Emil had. A soft 'oh' escaped him at the way Emil purred as he spoke. Fuck. Rhys was a goner at this rate. He was more sure than ever that what Emil said was true. Flattery and cute nicknames were certainly better than intimidation could ever be, and so was the way that Emil crouched before him. Rhys could sense the change with both his shadow, and the slight shift of the air when Emil moved. The man still dwarfed him, and the thought made Rhys blush slightly. Why was he like this? Well, whatever. He didn't mind indulging in his own attraction if Emil seemed interested, and he was fairly certain that the lizard mutate was interested. Or at least very good at acting. A little smirk spread across his lips in response to Emils slip of words. "Oh, I don't mind runnin' a few errands for yeh at all... so long as yer willing to also find out what a tight fit I am if I do a good job." He was certain that Emil had made the slip on purpose. Rhys was much less sly with his words, but he could give as good as he got when it came right down to it. He wanted to flirt with this giant lizard man, and hell, maybe he would get to show Emil a good time.
@at-the-exd-of-everythixg || X
âIs that a pick up line or a genuine interest, little love?â Wulf raised an eyebrow, trying to sound as serious as he couldâŠbefore grinning and chuckling as he maneuvered himself to kneel on the floor, being mindful of his larger size and wolf body.
It was a bit ironic that he had a wolf body, anyone could see that and Edith had laughed heavily when she first saw, but it wasnât so bad now. Yes, there had been some panic when it first happened, the spell going on to make a falsified wolf body where his chest and abdomen ended, but there was no pain with it and after studying the scroll, it revealed that the spell would last up until the next full moon.
Which felt like a little ironic joke, but all that would happen really is Wulf would just have to stay out of an public eye for at least a month, but at least he had Rhys and Edith to help out somewhat.
âIf youâd like, Iâll happily let you sit on my back for a while,â The Asgardian offered. Rhys seemed delighted by his softness anyway and Stars, if Wulf didnât find it cute. âIâm sure Ragnarok would love being able to run alongside us instead of being the one to give us rides for once.â
He seemed to think about it for a moment. Mostly, it had been genuine interest. The idea of riding on the back of any kind of 'taur' sounded appealing. However, there was no reason why he couldn't have meant it in the other sense. This was Wulf, and Rhys' attraction for him was great no matter what form the man seemed to be in. "Mm... M'really down to do eit'er if yer interested," he replied, laughter in his voice. Although his cheeks did darken when he said it out loud. Was it weird? He really hoped that Wulf didn't find that sort of response strange. It wasn't as if they weren't already intimate, and Rhys certainly had a curiosity about more... monstrous beings, so to speak. Especially since he had a decent amount of time with Wulf in that form. Rhys wasn't sure he would've been able to keep his hands off of Wulf for an entire month. It was too long! Otherwise, he really did find the idea of riding on the now wolf-taur's back a lot of fun. Ragnarok would definitely like that, he was sure. They could have a fun time running free together. They could tackle the more intimate desire of Rhys' later. "Sure. I t'ink t'at would be fun. An' yer prob'ly right, Ragnarok would enjoy runnin' alongside for once. Plus it's prob'ly a good way for yeh to get used to yer new form while yeh have it."
getreadytosmashâ:
Marriage had never reallyâŠbeen the best experience for Jen in the past at least. She had assumed that sheâd never really find anyone who could deal with the fact that she was a 7'9 giant green woman who regularly got dragged out into fights and missions. Marriage was something that Jen would need to put careful thought into, considerate of the person she would be bringing into the limelight and danger.
And then had come Eros, who had worked his powers of pheromone control on Jen when she had still been a year into being a hulk and brand new to the super power game. She couldnât know how to fight off or even know that she was being controlled by someone then, stuck into happy thoughts as she pranced around in a marriage that she hadnât actually wanted, humiliated to everyone else and none the wiser.
That marriage had been displayed on papers everywhere, Hulk had been furious with what had been done, but Jen? God, she had felt humiliated over it. Everyone knew what an idiot she was and it had taken months for the coverage to die down. Rhys being called her husband wasnâtâŠbad, per say, but Jen knew how these things could go and the last thing she ever wanted was for her relationship with Rhys was to be ruined by marriage.
âHuh-â Jen blinked before she realised that she had been carrying him for a while and shit, that was- that probably felt off to him. She paused to settle him down carefully, frowning, âSorry, honey. I justâŠitâs never good when people I donât know ask questions like that, you know?â Invasive people and invasive words that made her more cautious, even if she did occasionally think about what a wedding between her and Rhys would be like.
A part of Jen imagined that a wedding with this man could be wonderful.
She blinks at the small man, cheeks flushing a faint purple at the suggestion. None of the dresses would fit of courseâŠbut the fact that Rhys knew enough to say so instead of simply trying them onâŠ
âUh, sure? I- I could describe them for you, if you want. Itâll probably be window shopping mostly since thereâs no point in going inside to touch or look at the dressesâŠâ
Though it hadn't at all been a joke when Rhys had called Jen his 'wife', he wouldn't have been hurt if she had told him she wasn't ready for marriage. He wasn't entirely in the know about her previous marriages, and he would have understood why she seemed so awkward right then had he been. It didn't change that he would have been very happy if they did get married, though. Jen would have been a wonderful wife and he would have done his best to be a husband worthy of her. "Mm," he grunted slightly as she set him down. He gave a slight nod of understanding, too, when she mentioned that strangers asking those sorts of questions was... unfavourable. Rhys knew that she was famous, but he hadn't quite realised that tended to be such a problem. Guilt wormed its way into his gut. It had been his own fault that the server had asked such a thing. He hadn't meant to draw out the invasive questions. Rhys was far from tactful, but at least he had enough sense to know that he had been the one at fault. "I'm... I'm very sorry, Jenny. I hadn't realised that he was goin' to get quite so, eh... personal?" It wasn't exactly the right word, but it had been the only one that came to mind right then. Still, he perked up a bit when Jen seemed to react favourably to his suggestion. A broad grin stretched across his face and he reached over to take her hand. Window shopping for a nice dress for her sounded just fine to him. It was an honest-to-god shame that few - if any - stores actually catered to the tall and muscular super-powered women of the world. Anyone who realised they could have capitalised on that market would have made a fortune. "Aw sure," he agreed, still grinning."I'd like t'at. 'Sides, I'll have a much easier time imaginin' yeh in a nice dress if yeh describe 'em. But, um.. T'anks for, y'now, humouring me. I dunno if yeh want to marry me in t' future, but it's a really nice fantasy to be yer husband."
][So... I know I'm not active on here much and I figured it'd be good to let y'all know I'm alive. Tbh between focusing on trying to have a career and having a laptop where the keyboard is broken, I just haven't been RPing much. If I get another keyboard (or laptop, which I'll eventually need) I'll probably be a little more active! Until then I'll be super sporadic, but... I guess that's life ^^;][
Looking for something in the dark III by Natalia Drepina
Questions for a tarot cardÂ
death
you need rest. more than anything, you must allow yourself rest. death is frigtheningâ it is inevitable, it is unstoppableâ but, it can also be a thing of great beauty. it is an agent of change. it is the forest fire that paves way for new life. allow yourself this rest, and be prepared for the change to come. brace yourself. it will be hard, it will not be kind, but you are more than ready. you just need to rest first. / NUMBER: 13 / UPRIGHT: endings, change, transformation, transition / REVERSED: resistance to change, personal transformation, inner purging
Tagged by: @getreadytosmash
Tagging: Anyone who wants to! I haven't been very active recently so I have no idea if anyone pays attention to this Tumblr anymore ^^;
@getreadytosmash|| X
âNo way-â Rick makes an excited clicking noise, something deep inside his chest as his armour flares out. âRhys!?â
He was there, out of the portal signal Rick had decided to investigate on his own. Itâd be fine, he was 39, 13'0 and covered in hardened armour, it wasnât like anything could really get the one up over him to be honest.
Rick hadnât expected to arrive and to see a young version of Rhys though. That felt like a punch to the gut to see a much younger version of his friend, especially when everything added up quick enough that he was staring at a Rhys from the past, which wasâŠreally wild to see when Rickâs gone from a young man to nearing his 40s and the smaller man hadnât changed a single bit.
Right, right, right, he needed to stay calm though. Rhys didnât know any of this. All he knew was that he was suddenly zapped to somewhere new and confusing and he knew that Rhys, whether he would admit it or not, could often get upset by such sudden changes to his surroundings.
The blue hulk kneeled down on one knee, being sure to make himself seem smaller in case his larger size was intimidating now, and even though Rhys couldnât see it, Rick still gave a comforting smile. âUhâŠso, uh, itâs me, Rick Jones aka A-bomb,â He winced at how awkward he must have sounded then, but at least Rhys would know it was him at least.
They had a lot to explain.
Everything had been so disorienting. Rhys hadn't at all known where he had ended up, or even how he got there. He was sure he had been in Samuel's lab only a few minutes prior... Whatever. All that he knew was that he was in an unfamiliar place, and at that moment he heard a familiar voice. The silhouette wasn't exactly one he recognised, but the voice itself sounded much like Rick's. Perhaps a little older. Hulks didn't exactly age, so maybe older wasn't the right descriptor. Deeper? Raspier? Something like that. On top of it all, the owner of said voice knew him. This had to be Rick then, right? He wasn't too sure, at least until Rick actually introduced himself. Re-introduced? Either way, Rick had said his own name and the smaller man felt a little more at ease. Not completely, of course. There was still the question of where he was and why the hell Rick seemed to have changed so much, but he didn't feel quite as scared. "Rick? How'd yeh get so big? He asked, unable to hide the little smile that threatened to overtake his face. "Yer voice is a wee bit diff'rent, too. I, uh, I'm not in an alternate dimension am I?" That would have explained a lot. Although he sort of doubted that Rick knew him in many dimensions other than their own. Either way, there was something... off about all of this.
*sneeks up from the shadows and boops his snoot* you're doing amazing! you too mun!! keep going!!!
He laughs a little and offers a smile, "T'anks. It's good to see yeh again. Keep it up, too, yea?"
][Thank you!][
@getreadytosmash || X
The green-skinned woman is practically cooing as she tugs Rhys closer, easily lifting him up and pressing her face into soft white fur. Jen didnât need to check to know that she had to begun to purr at this point, loud rumbling as she nuzzled Rhysâs face carefully in delight. Truthfully, Jen was just glad that she hadnât been the one to be turned into some sort of centaur creature.
Which, was a little selfish, she could admit that, but Jen had already suffered so many body transformations on herself and knowing her luck and Belleâs preference, she definitely would have ended up being shifted into some sort of cat centaur, so she felt a little entitled to enjoying being more human based while it was Rhys who got turned into such a cutie.
âIâm sure itâll get fixed soon enough, okay?â She smiles again, leaning in to kiss Rhysâs cheek in case he was getting upset, god knew these changes were scary to anyone on the best of days, but Jen was here and she wasnât going to let her boyfriend be harmed by them. âBesides, think about the kind of hopping you could get done like thisâŠâ
He was way too fluffy. Between his natural hair and the fluff of rabbit fur, Rhys wondered if he looked like some sort of mutant dandelion. And yes, he knew dandelions were fluffy even without seeing them. He'd touched some before! This was just too much, though. Even he could admit that there was such a thing as too fluffy, at least when it came to himself. This was truly humiliating. At least Jen loved it, but Rhys felt a bit like a living stuffed animal. How the hell was he going to get used to hopping everywhere? The body was unwieldy! Rhys would have to practice balancing properly to be able to move anywhere on top of having to pay even further attention to what the shadows told him. At least the giant ears now attached to his head would help him with his senses a bit. Rhys sighed softly as Jen snuggled into him, and then smiled a little. With her by his side, he was sure this wouldn't be so bad. It would be weird and a little uncomfortable at first, but not bad. "Yea," he agreed and tilted his head to return the kiss. Someone would surely fix him. Until then, he'd just have to learn to live as a half-man half-rabbit and hope for the best. If nothing else, he could enjoy being lazy and flopping about the base instead of doing much else. And Jen would give him all the attention he could ever want! "Oh? What sorts of hoppin' do yeh have in mind, my goddess? I suppose yer right, t'ough. Now I can even reach t' top cupboards in t' kitchen... er, I'll have to be careful, t'ough."
@getreadytosmash || X
âHa, ha, very funny.â His tone is anything but humorous as Red shifts to lay more on his side, paws flexing as he leans his head against the edge of the couch. It was one thing to have horns and a fluffy goatâs tail, it was another thing entirely to now have that tail much smaller, with bear paws and tiny ears that flicked every now and again.
He had been turned into so many stupid things by now, but a bear centaur? Well, that almost made it the top list. Didnât help that he knew for a fact that Rhys had a soft spot for fluffy things and the smaller man had all but been reaching for him since flying home.
Red sighs, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head. âI know ya practically itchinâ to come and see the ears so jusâ c'mere and get it over withâŠâ He sounds gruff for it, but Rhys has known him long enough that he knows by now Red isnât actually grumpy at him - heâs just mad aboutâŠall of this.
Whatever things Red had been transformed into before, there was no way that they had been as cute as this. Although, that was probably why he was so angry to begin with. Rhys, on the other hand, was delighted. He knew Red well enough to tease him over this and there was even a chance he could actually pet something akin to a bear. Not that Red was any less dangerous than a bear, but he was less likely to tear Rhys' face off for coming near him. The shape of the bear body was just too inviting... He could just sense the delightful roundness about the form, and the roundness of those ears. Truly, Rhys was a sucker for fluffy things, including his friends when they happened to have been changed in such a way. He felt a bit bad about it, but what could he do? Nothing. Other than pet a bear while he had a chance. "Can I? Really?!" The excitement in his voice was palpable. He was allowed to touch the ears! Of course, he'd be respectful. Just a little pat. Red wasn't an animal, after all. Rhys couldn't just pat and baby him the way he would have a dog, or a bear. He practically ran over to where Red sat. Although, he slowed himself once he stood in front of the newly-turned bear-taur. With the slightest bit of hesitancy, he reached up to gently grip one of the ears between his fingers. A delighted shiver ran through him and he let out a laugh. Yeah, he really was a sucker. Honestly, Rhys was truly lucky he'd never been hurt over his love of cute, fluffy things before. "T'ank yeh. I, eh... I hope it gets fixed soon, but if yeh want any help wit' brushin' yer fur or anyt'ing... well, yeh know who to ask"
@at-the-exd-of-everythixg || X
First thing first, Lace didnât know what the hell had happened, but he knew that keeping his eyes shut were important. At least until he got himself orientated with a sudden difference in vision. It was probably worse for Rhys. Turned into a monster and now he had full sight to try and adjust to. Lace felt awful, even if whatever happned wasnât really his fault.
âŠUnless it was. Maybe Rhys had a fear of being turned into a monster and Laceâs body went âgood enoughâ. He really hoped it wasnât that, god. Rhys had been through enough without his consent and this was just one more thing to take the cake. The monster groaned and turned to where Rhys was crouched on the floor, holding a pillow and taking deep breaths after he had made the mistake of opening his eyes.
âSweetheart?â Oof, it wasâŠweird to hear Rhysâs voice as his own and without the accent. âAre youâŠdoing better now?â Shadows came to whip at his feet anxiously, Lace could feel them and gave a small yelp while yanking his legs up and away. Where theyâŠsentient? Maybe not since Rhys never mentioned or spoke to them butâŠit felt so different from how his powers normally acted out.
âDonât worry, alright? Iâm sure the doctors will get us fixed and I know you donât like them, but they just wanna make sure that you get back to your body safe and sound, okay?â He offered a small smile, trying to out some comfort into his voice, even if he wasnât fully reassured himself.
After all, if Rhys was stuck as a monster foreverâŠhe would be doomed. It made Lace itch inside. The now-pale man sighed and reached to push some hair back, sputtering slightly. âGod, how do you live with all of this hair? I feel like Iâm going to cough up a hairball with it only on my head!â
It was a lot to take in. Sudden sight was damn near painful. His eyes had been sensitive before - and seemed sensitive in a different way now - and everything was an odd jumble of bright and vibrant shapes. At least he somewhat recognised the shapes. His powers had always given him a decent idea of what things were shaped like, but it was all incredibly disorienting. On top of it all, his body felt odd. Rhys wouldn't have been certain that this was a fear of his. He wasn't exactly afraid of becoming a monster in the way that Lace was. He feared the idea of becoming a monster in the way that some of the humans he had met were. Monsters that were hidden in plain sight. He flinched slightly at the sound of his voice. It finally dawned on him. They were in each other's bodies, but how. Why? He didn't know. He didn't understand! All he knew was that he needed to keep control of his emotions right then, or else all hell could break loose. Lace's powers were nothing to scoff at. With a deep breath to steady himself, he peered over at where he had heard his voice. There was something - someone, rather - that was pale and rather bright and he knew it was his own body that he saw. This was too fucking weird! How was he supposed to stay calm when he was like this? He had to, but it was going to be a struggle. "I... I know," he said in a low intonation, and marvelled for a moment at Lace's voice coming from his throat. Though the thought of doctors touching them. Touching him to try to fix them was enough to send his heart racing. Could they fix this shit? Wouldn't this have been beyond even their capabilities? Sure, they could genetically modify people into generational monsters, but fixing an entire... mind-swap, or whatever, was probably damn near impossible. He was going to have to be so heavily medicated until it was fixed, though. Otherwise things would end up very badly. He snorted softly and moved to walk over, still forcing himself to breathe slowly and steadily. "Yeh get used to it. I can help tie it back so it won't get in yer face, yea?" He wanted to laugh at the idea that he still had his accent, but it made sense. That was more of a learned thing than something innate. "In fact, I'd better help yeh wit' it. Or else yer gonna pull it one way or anot'er. Sitting on it hurts real bad. After t'at... we'll figure out what we gotta do, okay?"
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It felt like it was over as soon as it started, making everyone gasp as the flashback suddenly moved off them, the orb dying down in Rhysâs hands. Vega nodded, seemingly pleased. âThe first memory is given, one of you is able to go in now.â
Jen didnât even wait before she was pulling Rhys into a hug, being mindful to not touch the orb just yet. Tears had begun to fill her eyes at the fact that she know knew so deeply how Rhys had been hurt, how it hadnât been his choice to not share itâŠ
âIâm sorry,â She whispered, pressing a kiss against his head and only shifting when Vega leaned in to take the orb back, making room for Samuel to gently press into Rhysâs back, a low and comforting purr starting up on either side of them in case he needed it. âJustâŠtake a moment, okay?â
Maybe he hadn't needed to go first, at least not in everyone else's eyes. Rhys could have waited until last, but then he would have known all of their pain and possible humiliation without them knowing his. It seemed unfair for his... his family to share such a thing when he wouldn't have been able to properly offer up his own nightmares. They were in this together, weren't they? He was as much a part of this as everyone else was. Rhys was aware that his doubts in himself - and as a part of their team - were a little misplaced. He'd never had the best self-esteem, but he tried to be more confident for Jen and Sam, and for himself. Still... the doubts lingered, and Rhys doubted they would go away any time soon. A shudder worked its way through his body. He hated this. He hated it. There was a reason he never shared his past. It was painful and humilating. Self-loathing rose into his throat like a lump and tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. Now they knew, and he couldn't exactly hide it away again. 'What's done is done.' He thought to himself bitterly. It was over quickly, but he still felt drained and embarrassed. There was nothing to be embarrassed over, of course, but he still felt it. Shame had been ingrained into him at a young age for just about any reason, and he never had been able to shake it. He was different. He was queer. He was a mutant, and he felt shame. So much burning shame. It angered him, but he would just have to get over it. He realeased the orb and made a slight sound of surprise as he was immediately pulled into a hug. Rhys damn near melted into Jen's arms, his own winding around her automatically. She was so wonderful. He rather wished they could have stayed like that forever. He could have forgotten his shame if he could have just stayed in her arms for eternity. Even better when Samuel joined the embrace. In spite of trying to hold back his tears, they still fell. He sighed softly and tried to gather himself. "M'okay. I promise. But... T'ank yeh, bot' of yeh. I... I love yeh, yea?"
