oh, these dangerous days—

so remember: even if you're dead, you may be gone, but your shadow lives on. unmade by kael.

[ofruinations]

OFRUINATIONS — a multi-muse blog for armageddonfm. written by kael. twenty-six. he/him.

[ ft. derek carson ] -  ❝ faster and faster you run, king of cats. faster you flee with the quarry of your lives, guarded jealously from the shadowed hand of your enemy, death. but he has allies of his own, claw of claws, and even you must rest. ❞

INTRODUCTION. MUSINGS.

[ ft. adonis moreau ] -  ❝ in your own blood it is written, the divine violence to grasp at the heights of god—to pluck out their eye and consume it raw, to unmake them and consume and supplant what they dare to be, and finally perfect it. ❞

INTRODUCTION. MUSINGS.

[ ft. victor acosta ] -  ❝ sing, little songbird, of your lovely welded cage. there is no escape, and your wings have broken as you beat against the bars—but there is still hope, in the end, if you care to see, that these bars are easy enough to slip through. just don't look down, not one second. ❞

INTRODUCTION. MUSINGS.

[buriedwithit]

"i think i can find it in myself to picture something like that." he's sarcastic, but not unpleasantly so. santi isn't a stranger to the idea that he could want something from him, either. it's not hard to see. victor is of a particular attitude when they get together—and this time he might even be willing to finally indulge it. "why don't we get settled and you can tell me more about what you would want for me? it's like you say, you've done very well for yourself. maybe it's time to reward you."

[ofruinations]

A reward? Oh fuck him—his mouth watered at the thought. To be perfectly honest, Victor didn't expect this to happen to him at all. He was much too used to talking to Santi and laying down the innuendos in their conversations. but here he was, actually giving him an inch. He had been stunned speechless at the thought, taking a moment to take in what the man was actually... implying. "Requests? For you?" Victor sayss, flushing a light pink on his cheeks. "Well, for starters? I honestly thought we would do more than talk, but that might've just been an overactive imagination."

[buriedwithit]

"the plants will be sad? i'm surprised they're not freezing by now." at the same time, not really. derek seems to take care of them better than he takes care of himself. then again, who can blame him for that? it's not like his self really needs any care. as much as adrian doesn't think he'd be keen on the impromptu fur coat, he's about ready to wish for a thicker one just to get rid of the chill. "...ugh, don't call it that. paste. you'll kill my appetite." falling silent for a moment, he more seriously answers, "that would be nice, thanks. i mean, since you don't need to eat, i wouldn't blame you for not wanting to cook, either."

[ofruinations]

"I mean. The food comes in a tube, Walker. I don't know what you would call it." The food had been less than appealing to Derek ever since he got here—though, he had paid out of his own pocket for some much better things to taste. Peanut butter and non-radioactive meats were on the top of his list. So, when they put the nutrient slop back onto their laps, Derek was simply grateful that none of it was going to waste. Turning the heat back up, though it had hardly helped any, Derek turned the stove on and promptly started frying up thick, sauage-like strips of paste into a skillet, the sound sizzling in their shared apartment. "Uh. Should I—should we crack open a window for this?" He asks, worried about the smoke detectors. And the raging blizzard. "I don't think the exhaust's gonna keep up."

[buriedwithit]

a low, keening whine pulls itself right from the back of his throat. those are words! he wants to protest, but knows better than to get into semantics with someone so much smarter, wordier, than himself. besides, how is he supposed to think clearly ( let alone speak! ) with his fingers all over him? there's no surprise that he's slick between his thighs, the fur there damp and smoothed down. "please, please, please, please, please," he begs, desperately chasing adonis' hand with his hips. he wants to be good... swallowing thick, he tries to work around his tongue. "i want... i want..." it's so hard for ed to focus on making words with their smell all around him, their heat, their touch. he's slick enough from anticipation that he can feel drops beginning to slide down his legs. "please, i want you to fuck me. with your—" his tongue slips out, ed's panting momentarily taking precedence over his speech. "—h-hand. first. and then your... cock... please?"

[ofruinations]

He slips from Edward's back and starts to work at his front, fucking his cunt slow and sweet with his hands. The slick sound that Edward made as his hands retreated and returned, sliding himself in to the knuckle as he did with a delicious rhythm only spurred Adonis on, the tightening cunt of his making his gut burn with desire. "Good boy. Good boy," he praised, his thumb rubbing against the head of the man's cock. "See? You're plenty smart for me." "Now, you're going to remember your words for me, aren't you?" Adonis sticks three fingers in buries himself between Edward's legs as his thumb rubs against his cock roughly, eyes trained on him. "If you don't say it, I'm not going to fuck you silly, like you want. Repeat after me now, Edward: I'm a smart boy."

[drmothra]

"Counciler, in our field there's rarely a time to meet in less dire circumstances." The surgical coordinator tried to make light of their situation. "Of course." There was a nod as he took out the papers.

"As you can see here I did triage the most urgent cases." Mo said with some sterness. "I am concerned with the stable ward becuse the cold might cause an emergent complication." He added. There was a sigh.

"This is where I would implore your assistance and personnel. We only have so many staff, and many of them are fatigued." They said. "I can be on stand-by but I'm afraid that myself am running out of steam." Mo said rubbing his tired eyes.

"I just implore advice from someone experienced as you-how would you approach this sistuation."

[ofruinations]

Ah, yes. The time-honored tradition of healthcare fatigue—they had a tightly running ship, and while Adonis had been keen enough to ask for help in some ways or other, there was really no substitute for good old-fashioned manpower. One doesn't really just pick up a scalpel and cut, though Adonis certainly wished that were the case. Though, any auxilliary staff could be solved with a snap of his fingers. "We can transfer assignments once this is done—people won't be banging down the doors for this work, but we can get them trained," he replied coolly, his breath becoming visible in the frost. "Any able-bodied mutant that has healing or regenerative factors have been assigned to Sector Four, but between forcing people to enroll their children into medical school and having to telepathically download things into people's memories, this has been a long-suffering problem for the sector."

[ravasz]

the show victor is giving him has sunny slack jawed, entirely enraptured and barely blinking as he doesn't want to miss out on even half a second of this. his cock is painfully hard now, hands absentmindedly caressing victor's soft exposed skin as he's opening himself up for him, moaning his name. he has to close his mouth, only to swallow before he starts drooling like some idiot in a trance, only capable of pleasing the other man. maybe that wouldn't be such a bad fate. to do this for the rest of his life. high on lovebombs and fucking until he can't remember his name anymore.

"careful-" he finally wills himself to speak, voice low as the tip of his cock is at victor's hole. his nails dig into victor's thighs, scratching down his thighs with sparks flying out over the trail of red he leaves. "do it slowly. feel every inch." even if they could easily let themselves chase their pleasure impulsively, dragging it out, with their hearts racing the way they were, sounds like a lot more fun this way.

a low, drawn out groan slips past his lips as victor lower himself on his cock, a hand quickly moving up to cup victor's jaw, thumb caressing over his flushed cheek. "you feel so good, love." a smile breaks through that intense moment form both of them, and his hand slides down to hip once victor begins to bounce on him. he isn't even trying to hide his moans anymore, they're loud as he throws his head back, drunk on the way his name and all that praise rolls of victor's tongue. eyelids flutter open to watch as victor's cock bounces while he moves, biting down on his lower lip with his brows knitted together. "so fucking hot," it's breathy, and filled with lust before he leans in to latch his lips onto one of victor's nipples, tongue swirling over it before he starts sucking, his other hand wrapping around victor's cock.

[ofruinations]

Notes. Victor never did like them, but he's more open to it now that he's bouncing against Sunny's lap, breath caught on fire as he rode him sweetly and slowly, whining as he bounces slower. He feels Sunny's nails on his thighs, and he groans at it, the feeling of the lovebomb contorting his synapses from pain to pleasure. He hears his own heart between his ears, eyes tearing up as he felt his cock weep against their skin. He wants to say something, more praise or more moaning, or more anything as he feels Sunny's mouth on his chest, tongue laving at his nipple as a hand grabs at Victor's cock. The twin barrels of it feels good—the only thing he ever feels right now. Ecstatic, if he had a mind for it, but Victor is made into someone that's lost most of his mind at the feeling of skin. He rides slow, but insistent, bucking up against Sunny's hand as he digs his own nails into his back. "Sunny." He feels tears blur his vision for a moment before evaporating all the same, hand gripping at the other man's hair tight. Victor wants to tear them both apart in a rapturous mess. He wants them both to turn into fire and lightning and burn each other into the ground. "Wanna—baby, I can't—so good. So good to me. Can I? Please? Please—in me, please—"

[buriedwithit]

the chuckle that escapes him is a tinge dark. it's true, adonis' parents wouldn't have been pleased to hear that he had been tutoring their son in such ways... but even they wouldn't have been able to deny the results. what does it matter the incentive he chose to use? the ends will always justify the means—elias believes that with a religious fervor. "that rebellious streak served you well." he speaks with almost a growl now, husky with lust. "but it will serve me even better." there's a lot to admire about that body, sculpted as if by the gods themselves. it's a long time past since when eli has been beholden to such standards and longer still since he's kept up a routine of that degree. his charms don't come from chiseled abs, but so too does adonis have much more to offer. otherwise he wouldn't even be a blip on his radar—and how disappointing that would have been. "i do remember," he agrees, reminiscing bringing the ghost of a smile to his face. "but today i think i want you over the desk." with another grunt and a slight pop in his hip, he slides off said desk so that adonis can take a better position. "should we see if i still have what it takes? i remember breaking at least one."

[ofruinations]

The shiver that runs up his spine is reflex, a shallow breath as he remembers a perfect time when Elias has his way with him, happily purring in his ear as he bent him over his desk and praised him for his abilities, both sexual and professional. He had craved it, the praise, given that his own parents weren't particularly fond of it. Now, however, it's simply dessert that he laps up from Elias' fingers, a habit that Adonis found satisfaction in. He braces himself against the desk and promptly positions Elias behind him, his ass bare and ready for his mentor. "Now, now. Don't go breaking your hips—I'll be cross if you stop in the middle," he teases, looking over his shouler and smirking at him. A bit of impudence, but he's earned it with his position. "Let me see if you can remember, sir." "Should I act the part, councilor? For old times' sake?" He slides his pants down and whines, voice breathy and sultry as he recreates their old trysts. "Sir—please. I've been... good. Could you... please fuck me? Please?"

[buriedwithit]

they stare at the pen. simple transmutation, he calls it... but the concept doesn't strike them as simple in the least bit. concepts have been more difficult than actions since day one. maybe they're the only thing in this existence that feels that way, though. "okay," it says, lips pulled into a thin line, eyes locked to the pen. the pen. how is it supposed to change a pen into anything at all? but how had it plunged sol city into chaos? it's just so difficult to remember everything at once... frowning harder, its brow creases. the pen vanishes. surprise blooms on their expression, hands coming up in alarm. "i—i don't know what happened. i tried to make it into a... a rock, like you said. i didn't mean to lose it." worried that they've transgressed further, it's quick to finish, "i'm sorry."

[ofruinations]

Adonis touches the place where the pen once stood, now missing and hums in amazement. "Don't apologize. It's fascinating." He has the urge to pet it like a, well, pet. All things considered, Adonis can't exactly see where the pen ends up—obliterated, perhaps, or maybe sent to a quantum pocket dimension, or maybe simply teleported across the globe. Mutation is a hard thing to quantify, but his eyes widen at how Null simply has power at its fingertips. "Perhaps, in the future—you would want to do this in a much more controlled environment? We could have some other assistants, mutant or human around. Or, if you prefer, I could simply come by and help you with your, ah, predicament." Adonis opens his palms, a smile on his face, ever the politican. "Anything to help you with your power, of course."

[buriedwithit]

"i don't think i've been acquainted with your solo work." he's been to a show or two, when the opportunity has presented itself and something hasn't actively worked against him... but life in sol city is hard for someone determined to do the right thing. "but i didn't think i'd have to wrangle you to get you to cooperate with that. is that what you want me to do?" he cocks a brow, suggestive.

[ofruinations]

"Apparently, I like to have my way, if you can believe it." Victor's smirk was apparent, and it made the lights around him glow even brighter, like an aurora, sliding clean across his skin. "But I want so many things from you, Santi. Guidance, patience, a strong hand—" There goes more unsaid, but Victor holds his tongue, not out of shame... entirely. His eyes look at Santiago up and down, appreciating the view. "I've been good, after all. Helping out and such. Call it positive reinforcement."

[buriedwithit]

"i don't like the way you said that," he grumbles, not without some good nature to his tone. adrian is a lot of things, occasionally unpleasant among them, but he is not someone who goes out of his way to bite the hand that feeds him. that still doesn't leave him thrilled with the prospect of huddling naked for warmth like a bunch of penguins. two penguins? not really a bunch. the worst part is that derek is right. this is warming. it's even more comfortable than every other blanket they have in the apartment combined... how is that fair? "...yeah, it's better. but i'm not taking my pants off okay? not before dinner."

[ofruinations]

"Hey, if you wanna freeze, that's none of my business, but the plants'll be sad they're losing you!" Derek joked, petting Adrian's head with a bit of amusement. "Do you want me to get you dinner? I mean, they're sending us some half-edible grub. And you get two for the price of once since, you know, I don't need to eat, really." It's been a useful mutation, especially when it comes to survival situations; the fact that he's not dead weight when it came to resources was at least a balm on Derek's conscience. "I think I can fry up the paste in some oil. If we can get the burners working, at least."

[buriedwithit]

ed still drools at the praise, remembering all those times where he had been rewarded for speaking at all. those times have come and gone and aren't consciously expected, but he's a lab rat at heart... and old habits die the hardest. but all his focus is on adonis, on the hand he puts down his clothes ( cursed things ) to play with him. already he's dripping wet, hard and sticky at the tip—but was there ever any doubt? approval and sex go hand and hand, a perfect mix of desires. "yes," he pants, grinding furiously every which way, desperate for friction anywhere he can find it. "yes, yes, yes." he can feel adonis' cock at his back and it makes him pant even harder, so eager he could burst. he can already feel the warmth of pleasure building in his core, tongue thick with blood and lolling out of his mouth. it does make it difficult to speak, but he wants to be good. he tries to be good. "pleeease... moore..."

[ofruinations]

"Words, pet. Words." His mouth kisses at the juncture of Edward's jawline as he pants with a hurried insistence. Adonis enjoyed seeing him like this, in the throes of lust, the lines of desperation on his face made clear by an insistent and sturdy hand. "How else will I know where to touch like this?" Crooking his finger, he slips in his two fingers shallowly, feeling the slick wetness between his thighs. Fuck him—Edward really was eager for this sort of thing. "So good and wet too; a good boy like you should know how to ask properly." His breath ghosts at the back of Edward's neck as he kissses him further, tenderly as he tries to unravel him in his arms. "Such a pretty little thing, my Edward," he purrs, mouth biting shallowly at the muscle of his shoulder. "A strong, sturdy thing, too. You can tell me what to touch next. Tell me what you want me to do."

[ravasz]

well... better than nothing. energy drink it is. the fun looking straw is definitely a compensation, and it helps sunny move his head a bit, just enough to get his lips to it and watch the bubbly drink race across the inside of the straw before it hits his tongue. he takes a few big gulps before he finally moves, pushing himself off the floor and into a lazy sitting position as he holds onto his drink. "I'll be fine, miss." it's a tired, but melodic tone that escapes him. he thinks about going home, and asking to be pampered by his boyfriend after a hard training... and then he realizes how he's made sure that such a thing isn't on the table anymore, and his gaze lowers for a moment. he'll have to draw his own bath. make his own drink. curl up in bed alone. ugh. "perhaps an ice bath wouldn't be so awful. I'm rather hot to the touch right now, I reckon. I don't know how much longer I could've kept that up."

[ofruinations]

"Oh, of course, Mister Solguard, sir. One ice bath coming right up." She says it in mock reverence, an impish smile on her face. Her hand waves, and a soft pile of snow simply appears fifteen feet above Sunny, landing on him in a satisfying fump as January smiled at the currently steaming pile. Her mutation did delight her so—not just the random headaches or the pains, but the joy she could muster up for herself was second to none. January leans over happily enjoying the bit. "Do you need help standing, Sunny? Should I portal you to the infirmary, or will you float all the way there? Oh, and do you need more snow to cool down?"

[jirozilla]

Adonis had to suffer the whining for now. "I'm not done until we're even. You took something of mine, I'll take something of yours..." He pondered for a moment. "That one council man, that got a seat on the table. Didn’t he trade his arm in exchange?" He was obviously talking about Seth. "How about you trade your own arm? In exchange, I'll promise never to melt this city. Fair?" Putting the absurdity aside for a moment, he gave a slight nod to the fact Adonis’s methods were harming him. Maybe not in the present moment, however, he had to make it dramatic. "You're starving me, and unless you're feeding me radiation in exchange, it's going to take a long time for me to recharge. I spent a year gathering that energy, I think I sensed the storm before it hit, the cold is the reason I was using that much. I don’t know what happens now."

[ofruinations]

Adonis pursed his mouth into a thin line, trying to rein in his skyrocketing blood pressure—Jiro was exhausting and argumentative, with less reason than he'd liked; anger or cajoling would not ease his burdens, but fuck him was he trying hard to keep any bedside manner at all. "Well, at least we have something; if the radiation levels are harmful enough now, but if I take too much, you starve, we can find a happy middle," he says, looking to have a discussion with Sector Three about this; there was this radioactive woman, after all—perhaps some of the nuclear energy could be given to Jiro. "Fascinating. Caloric intake turned into nuclear radiation. Perhaps you sleep, like Santiago does, or go into hibernation. Many mammals with a surplus of energy do, or lizards in cold environs. Have you never been in any true danger yet?"

[all-cf-me]

"This goddamn fucking ice." Seth leans heavily back again in his seat with a sigh like an old horse, watching as Adonis leaves him again to prepare his bottles and syringes and packets. Nothing new in his world, but these Seth will surely keep a closer eye on... this pain has seen his train derailed, and if he gives Adonis any credit at all, it's that the doctor knows exactly the right thing to prescribe in such cases. "I'm starting to think a second meteor would be better than this fucking ice."

As soon as Adonis gives him a pill bottle, Seth opens it and pops three capsules down the hatch, swallowing them dry with a groan. "Mm, proper channels, improper channels... I don't think it's that black and white, it's more about time and place. But for four fifty seven on a Tuesday, in this pretty little office, your channels are just a bit more proper than mine."

[ofruinations]

"I'd rather have an odd day with no disasters, but that's too much to ask, really." There isn't much that Adonis asks for, but he doesn't want to jinx anything right now. If prayer and superstition could at least help some backwater monastery in the mountains, maybe it could serve them all in the cities right now. Perhaps he could ask the leader of the Coven for some prayers or whatnot. A placebo is better than nothing, after all. "Just a bit? Councilor, let's not delude ourselves." Adonis teases, writing down the specifics for the arm for the next hapless biomedical engineer that would even work on this thing. "I'm more proper than you ever will be, but—the trick with improper connections is to disguise them well enough that no one can distinguish them from the proper ones. Or have you never been taught that lesson?"

[all-cf-me]

His eyes don't leave Victor's, not for a second, but they glint with confidence and, worse yet, knowing... Seth feels the heat rolling off of him, sees the shine of snow-melt in his peripheral. It's especially refreshing, he thinks, getting to witness firsthand such physical signs of his effect on the Light of Sol City. "Nah, just the flashlights, thanks," he says with an airy sigh, taking one of them off the shelf and clicking it on with a large, metallic thumb: light explodes out of the end and it's almost bright enough to hear.

"Total honesty? I missed you. Been running around like a chicken with my head cut off and all the while I'm just thinking of my rock star, grabbed offstage and kept in the dark like a canary down a goddamn mine shaft... broke my heart." Seth sweeps the beam around in a lazy figure-eight before bringing the flashlight to shine into Victor's face, and his expression is faintly challenging. "You want me to go?"

[ofruinations]

"Fuck you." It's said with less heat than usual, and the dawning realization he doesn't want him to go. Fuck Victor with a ten foot pole, he missed Seth. There was something wrong with him that he missed his presence, the roiling heat whenever they had to talk or fight or fuck or do whatever the hell that came to their minds in their immediacy. He looked worse for wear, and all he wanted to do is run a hand through his hair. Maybe feel that metal on his skin, and wonder how it felt against his throat. "I find that hard to believe," Victor admits, looking at Seth with a challenge of his own—he has a hard time believing anyone misses him anyway. Aside from fans, or his agents, of course. Anyone who knew him had to be exhausted about his own bullshit right now, anyways. "Missing me? I think you just want to rail me again, but I'll let it pass." Meaning: he's just terribly lonely again. "What, you want me to sing for you, shirt off in a warehouse or something?"

[all-cf-me]

Wolfman. The term has Brom's fur standing rigid along his shoulders and the back of his neck, but after decades of practice, he manages to cool his temper. All he shows January is a flicker of annoyance across his expression, one of his lips curling upward to flash a brief snarl. "It's time to start figuring out how you can help, then," Brom firmly suggests, jerking his chin back towards the coolers. "Find your footing fast, or there might not be much of a home to save."

[ofruinations]

January huffs in annoyance and sighs. "I need... a magnifying glass. Some meat and—no, those are probably long gone with the frost. Perhaps a human stomach? Recently slaughtered, preferrably. Dead is fine, but I'd rather have the blood on me, in case." Sympathetic magic is easier on her nerves, and tearing apart reality to duplicate things is hardly something she wants to do—if it ends up with Sol City in a ravine, she wants to minimize the risk as much as possible. "Oh, do you think we can find a raider and kill them? Do we need to ask for permission for that?"

[all-cf-me]

Victor's flirtation is so practiced and easy, like something from a romance novel... in comparison, Deacon's charm runs about as well as an old, rusted pickup, and as his shoulder is bumped he chokes on his broth and splutters. "Third date? Like I can get to a third, with the way things are going." It's self-deprecating but only playfully so, and in between his bouts of coughing Deacon laughs at his own clumsiness. Despite all of this fear and stress and bitter cold, Victor's warmth has him enjoying the moment, and his giggles are a bubbly sound. "God, maybe we call it all off now, save the world from the next disaster. They could pay us to keep the peace. Oh, I think I got more carrot than you... there you are, love."

[ofruinations]

"Not to destroy some of my mystique, but I'm an easy date, Mister Deacon." He winks at him, drinking the broth that warms his body. Victor thinks he's adorable, the way he splutters and moves, as if he was constantly in a rom-com, about to stumble into the next fun thing, into the next adventure of a lifetime that would define his days. He looks at the helpfully given carrot and takes a bite of it, keeping eye contact with him and turning back to the noodles. It feels like hunting game; doing enough so as not to spook his prey. "I'd miss your pretty little face if we stopped doing this, though," he teases again, hand caressing his cheek as his thumb swiped a little bit of schmutz on the corner of his mouth. "The world'll just have to deal with it. Besides, you're here to save it, so it can't be too bad."