THE Psiioniic

There iis absolutely nothiing more you could do two make me hate my liife more than ii already do.... What do you mean ii'm a slave now? AND ii have to work on the Empress's shiip? M!A: none

[rebellingchicanery]

Time for catching up. [Disciple/Psiioniic]

[rebellingchicanery]

She laughs at the image of a horrified commander running about their ship as it exploded thanks to Sanian, a purring rumbling in her chest as he braids her hair. Kaiser often gave up with the unmanagable mass of hair, the strands thick and determinedly curly though not wiry. Sanian was normally the one who attempted anything with it, presumably because the quiet, repetitive actions were soothing in a way.

She briefly opens a bright, green eye to look up at him, arched brows pulling together. “But if you did that, what about the other psionics who would’ve been there with you. Purresumably they’d have perished at the explosion.”

[psiioniicfury]

Sanian’s face fell from his bragging to a more solemn expression. “They were practically dead anyway,” he replied. He had to tell himself that they wouldn’t be able to be healed to make himself sleep at night. Not that he got a whole lot of sleep regardless. “I had to get out of there, HR. I was gonna die.”

[shirtp]

if i ever died [i would be so pissed]

[psiioniicfury]

Damage

Put a word in my ask and I will write a Headcanon about it for my Muse.

Sanian takes damage like a champ on the outside, but on the inside it’s rough. And by on the inside, I mean literally the inside, in his brain. As the source of his power, if he is knocked too hard on the head, his psionics go on the fritz. (That being how he was captured, after all.)

When he tries to overuse his psionics, he ends up damaging his brain and nerves further, unable to feel his face and pronounce things properly, or use more of his power for a certain amount of time depending on how bad it was.

[rebellingchicanery]

Time for catching up. [Disciple/Psiioniic]

[rebellingchicanery]

She smiles and lightly headbutts his shoulder, leaning against him. “Fur someone so clever, you can be pawfurl stupid sometimes. But it’s okay, we love you just the same.” She scoots down again now, leaning against his chest. “You can continue purrlaying with my hair now.”

She closes her eyes as she leans against him, so much like how a relaxed cat does in the company of one it trusts. Then her head tilts a little, Herana quietly basking in the warmth that he produces. “When did you blow up an entire war ship by yourself?”

[psiioniicfury]

Sanian pouted at her petty insults, knowing it was all in good fun. He did as he was asked, and continued twisting and unraveling her hair, finally getting to start braiding the long strand without knots in it. 

“Didn’t I ever tell you? Before Kaiser found me, I was a slave. Psionics like me, especially like me, are turned into batteries for war ships, and you know, other ships. But I was assigned to a war ship, powering the engines with my mind, along with a few other psionics. No one could fly a ship by themselves, right? Always need a co-helm,” he chuckled, knowing he really didn’t. Not that he would admit it to anyone, if the wrong person heard, he would be made as a battery again. He lowered his voice before going on,”I bullshit my way, keeping my powers lower than they actually are so they didn’t have such a strong suppressor on me. Boom! Blew that fucker out of the sky.”

[gardenwitchcosplay-deactivated2]

"Guilty Pleasure"

Being smaller in stature was, for the time being, an agreeable advantage to the human girl as she stood just behind the seated Sanian. Delicate fingers began kneading the tough skin of the psiionic’s neck and shoulders with a focused concentration, green eyes narrowed to a point of grey skin. The gold blood had been complaining to her of neck pain for the past half an hour and Jade had made the executive decision to attempt relieving him of his discomfort. She made a small sound of curiosity when she noticed his slight twitching, broad shoulders jolting every once in awhile when she pressed down too firmly or brushed the nape of his neck. “Sorry,” she murmured quietly after circling a palm over Sanian’s collarbone, feeling the muscle beneath jump under her touch.

She was trying to be gentle but it seemed the gentler her touch, the more wriggling the psiionic did, making Jade feel as if she was going about this the wrong way. “I’m not hurting you am I???” Jade queried fretfully, small hands pausing her ministrations and cupping the back of the gold blood’s shoulder blades lightly. No longer kneading but keeping him anchored to the plush seat. “You keep moving and I’m not really good at this,” she was rambling by this point, fidgeting behind the psiionic.

[psiioniicfury]

Sanian had gotten exactly what he wanted, though he was honestly a bit surprised about it. Generally people just told him to stop talking, and didn’t give in to giving him a massage. The fingers rubbing at sore muscles felt nice, almost too nice here and there. His neck was sensitive, in more ways than one.

He did his best to ignore twitching muscles, reflexively reacting to gentle touches on and around his neck. His face was brushed lightly with gold, and it was a good thing she was behind him as she lightened her touches further. What was she trying to do?

His question was answered when she started apologizing, sending his head turning to face her the best he could despite her hands holding his shoulders in place. “No, you aren’t hurting me. Don’t worry about it, Jade,” he spoke with a heavy lisp, trying to hide the slight embarrassment. Had it been so long since he experienced a gentle touch that this was enough to make him blush?

[psiioniicfury]

JUST What You Wanted.

[thedevilsrustbloodadvocate-blog]

She’s very interested by the apparent existence of two tongues in the other’s mouth… Two tongues… Two… Two tongues…

She just needs to feel those on her nook

“Are you sure about that? Or is it that you don’t know how to eat out a nook?” Tomori taunts, smirking up at the other, spreading her legs apart just a touch wider.

[psiioniicfury]

Sanian wasn’t falling for it. Antagonize, verbally tease all you want, it wouldn’t make him fall for ‘proving’ he knew how to eat nook. Which he definitely did, when one has two tongues, you learn how to use them. “Not a chance,” he stated blandly, turning to look at the wall rather than her.

[rpmissionboard]

Put a word in my ask and I will write a Headcanon about it for my Muse.

Nightmares

Humanity

Guardian

Torture

Insanity

Slaughter

Order

Morality

Loyalty

Promise

Betrayal

Epiphany

Apathy

Memories

Loss

Lies

Death

Love

Plans

Pawns

revenge

Monster

Time

Waiting

Laugh

Trend

Alliance

Natural

Pretence

Urge

Impression

Critic

Accent

Stranger

Judgement

Delirious

Instinct

Damage

Illusion

End

[rebellingchicanery]

Time for catching up. [Disciple/Psiioniic]

[rebellingchicanery]

The Disciple huffs at his childish response of pulling her hair, the oliveblood tossing her thick head of mane like hair. “So you’d have been murdered without a one hit fight even occurring. You’d have been left to die like a beast in the burning sands. That’s fur more indignity.” She looks at him seriously, the sharp points of her teeth just protruding and shining white against her dark lips.

“Now, do I have to bite you again or are you going to think purropurrly. Besides, I think it broke Kaiser’s bloodpusher enough to see you as you were. Not to mention if your bloodied, mangled corpse had been dragged through the door as though a gift furrom an errant purrbeast lusus.” She frowns slightly then, looking away. “He purrobably hasn’t said it yet, but in a way I think he’s happy you’re here with him, though the slavery purrt certainly sours it. He missed you, San. I did too.”

[psiioniicfury]

“Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence, HR. Not like I totally blew up a war ship all by myself or anything,” he grumbled, covering the lower half of his face with his hand as she continued to speak.

He remained silent for a moment before speaking up again,”Yeah, I get it. I guess I thought logically enough not to get murdered or whatever. But it doesn’t change that, I don’t know. I missed you guys.” His cheeks were slightly yellow, thinking about missing them and being missed. A feeling he still wasn’t entirely used to.

[rebellingchicanery]

Time for catching up. [Disciple/Psiioniic]

[rebellingchicanery]

She can see him sinking further and further into his hole of self-pity and loathing, the psiioniic unable to hear her attempts of comfort or logic. This calls for another technique, one that has proven highly effective in the past for getting Sanian’s attention when he’s like this. She shifts away slightly so she can grab one of his hands from her hair, puts it to her mouth, and bites between the thumb and forefinger.

She’s careful to do it sharp enough for it to break the skin and to snap him out of his current mood, but not enough for it to cause permanent damage. After all, with teeth like hers she has to be careful. “Once you’re done behaving like a wriggler, San, remempurr that if you had come here in an attempt to furree us, you’d have simpurrly been captured or killed much sooner.”

[psiioniicfury]

“YEOW!” he exclaimed before yanking his hand away from her, small pricks of yellow forming where her sharpest fangs previously were. He glared down at her with thick eyebrows, small lights of red and blue flashing at each temple as he did so. It was an empty threat.

“Whatever, at least then I could have come in here with some dignity rather than being attacked from behind and knocked out like a one hit fight. Well, two hit,” he responded, pulling on the clump of hair he was playing with hard enough to hurt, but not cause a headache or be severe.

[psiioniicfury]

JUST What You Wanted.

[thedevilsrustbloodadvocate-blog]

She growls lowly, eyes still narrowed. “I shouldn’t have had to tell you not to fry my nook! Fuckin’ smartass.” Not that she’s one to talk. At all. And after a few moments, she speaks again. “Fix this and eat out my nook. I need something to soothe the sting because Jegus fuck, that hurt!” With a huff, she shoves him away and plops down on her back again, arms tightly crossed and grumbling, “And I already know what it feels like to be shocked, thank you very much. Didn’t need your help for that.”

[psiioniicfury]

Sanian watched her move back, spreading her legs in front of him. He stuck out his tongue, or rather, tongues, two long tounges that reached the bottom of his chin in disgust. “Not a chance, I don’t want my mouth stained with your nasty genetic material.”

[psiioniicfury]

JUST What You Wanted.

[thedevilsrustbloodadvocate-blog]

She rolls her own eyes right back at him. “It was a rhetorical question,” she growls. “I’m obviously not going to supply you with information you already have, dumbass.” She grumbles as she settles herself back down into a recumbent position on the mattress. With a deep breath followed by a deep, relaxing sigh, she uses her free hand to tug down her panties before kicking them off the rest of the way.

Placing the toy down for a brief moment, she removes her long fingerless gloves, revealing the marks left on her arms. They’re paler now, healing. But she doesn’t bother with her pleated skirt, instead opting to scrunch it up to get it out of the way. Grasping the toy again, she eyes it for a moment suspiciously. The way the buzzing feels in her hand feels… odd. And familiar. After all, she knows the power of raw electricity firsthand though that incident was a long time ago, before she had resigned herself to her fate to live forever (or at least for as long as Lord English sees fit). But that immortality is exactly why she chooses to test if something really is awry.

Putting the toy slowly to her bare sheath, she quickly notes that it’s very strong and kind of… prickly??? But it’s also not really pleasurable. It just feels odd. Really odd. Though while slipping it down towards her nook, which is quickly slickening itself up, she glances up at Sanian throu narrowed eyes. “The fuck are you trying  to pull-” She cuts herself off with a loud, startled yelp, feeling a painful spark of psionic static attacking the inside of her nook just as she slips the head of the toy inside of herself. Quickly yanking it out and throwing it so it zips right past the goldblood’s head and at the wall, ripping the cord out of his grasp, she shouts angrily, “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!” not hesitating to punch him hard in his right grubscar. “Your lack of properly functioning survival instincts is astounding to me,” she says past grit teeth and slitted eyes, grabbing the front of his tank top and tugging him harshly towards her.

[psiioniicfury]

He watched her out of the corner of his eye, greatful that unless being looked at closely, one couldn’t tell where his pupils lay. He smirked a bit seeing the marks on her arms, definitely the work of his psionics, before it fell neutral again. 

He let out an irritated sigh, having no choice but to watch at least a little to know when to really give it some juice. Fuck her and her stupid pleated skirt not being taken off. When she turned to ask him what he was trying to pull, he answered her question with a strong, and definitely painful, zap to her nook through the apparently human genital shaped toy.

When she threw it past his head he couldn’t stop himself from snickering before bursting out into full blown laughter before getting a nice punch in his grub scar. He lost his breath but his shoulders still shook, eyebrows drawn together both in pain and laughter. “Hahahaha, oh my god you should SEE your face, holy shit,” he replied, face too close to hers when she pulled him in. He didn’t like being so close to her. “You didn’t say exactly how much spark you wanted, you know? I only did what you told me. You wanted to see how it would feel and I showed you.”

[psiioniicfury]

JUST What You Wanted.

[thedevilsrustbloodadvocate-blog]

“Hmmm… Well, in order: yes, no, no, no, and yes,” she replies with an eyeroll and a scoff, then beckons him with her fingers to follow her. Taking her sweet time walking to her respiteblock upstairs, she continues, “But if you want the long answer.” And the other quite clearly doesn’t. “Yes I’m serious. No I’m not desperate, I’m sadistic. No I don’t need to use toys—I have a matesprit—but I want to use them. No I don’t actually need you to power my playthings, but I want to see what they can do with a little more juice.” Once she reaches the top of the stairs, she looks over at the spot on her carpet near a corner where olive blood remains encrusted in the fiber from a few weeks back. After a few seconds, she turns her attention back to her room, walking inside with Sanian following behind her before she flops backwards onto her large sleeping slab. “And finally,  yes it does get me off.”

Opening and reaching into a drawer of a small bureau—she has several in this room—near her bed, she takes out a small vibrator, one that appears to be in the shape of a human phallus. “You ever see one of these?” she asks casually. “A human bulge, I mean; not a vibrator. They look revolting at first glance, but… they kinda grow on ya after a while. And they feel great in your nook.” She grins widely, delighting greatly in bestowing this knowledge upon the other, whether or not she was paying attention. She also quickly retrieves a wall adapter, connects one end to the vibe (which it’s compatible with), then hands Sanian the other end, the part that goes plugged into a wall. At least usually.

“You know what to do,” she instructs, giving a small wink.

[psiioniicfury]

“Uh, no. I’m not sure if you’ve literally been living under a rock but if you knew anything about me, you know, one of the four main contributors to the spreading of The Signless’s word of equality, you would know that I’ve literally either been in chains or on the run my entire life. Not a lot of openings for meeting humans or seeing their weird, hard looking genitals,” he gave her a snide look as he was handed the cord to the toy.

Maybe he could manage to have some fun with this. Chances are she might still underestimate him, or at least anticipate him not to juice her while he was being rented. But really, he was a glutton for punishment.

He rolled his eyes and kept his near invisible pupils turned away from her as red and blue waves moved to the toy before it started buzzing.

[psiioniicfury]

JUST What You Wanted.

[thedevilsrustbloodadvocate-blog]

“Well, first off, you’re really hot, and who doesn’t want more ocular sweets in their life? But if I needed menial labor done, I’d do it myself,” she scoffs. “More than half of my life has been spent perfecting the art of unclogging load gapers and scrubbing tile with a dental scrubber and other such things, so I don’t think I need you to do anything like that for me. No, no… I need to think of something special…” She takes a moment to ponder. She hadn’t considered the possibility that this guy would be such a fucking sadsack.

But then she has an idea. A despicable idea.

“Psionics are used very often as a power source…” She leers. “And you’re the best there is… I know what I’ll have you do. I’m going to make use of some of my toys. And you’re going to help me out by powering them.”

[psiioniicfury]

Sanian listened with a blank expression until she went into what she wanted him to do, his expression twisting into one of disgust. “Seriously?” he asked with a heavy lisp,”You’re that desperate? That not only do you need to use toys, but you need me to power them? Does that get you off?”

He crossed his arms over his chest and looked to the side with a roll of his eyes. “Whatever. Let’s get it over with.”

[psiioniicfury]

JUST What You Wanted.

[thedevilsrustbloodadvocate-blog]

The lowblood’s expression sobers significantly at the question and she narrows her eyes at him. “… No. This may come as a surprise to you, but no, it’s not,” she tells him. “But I do like harassing people in general. It’s fun. It entertains me.” Her smug smirk is back in place by now. She can’t help but wonder though how long before he snaps again. After all, it would be a valid excuse to hurt him again.

[psiioniicfury]

He looked disgusted, entirely like he didn’t understand how someone could be so vile, because he couldn’t understand. But his expression changed once more, his near pupiless eyes rolled in irritation. “Whatever. So, why did you rent me? Whatever it is, just get on with it. To rub it in my face that you can rent me now? I don’t care, I’m not an idiot, and I’m not blind. To try and piss me off? I don’t care. Like, at all. Just make me do some menial task and be done with it. It’s not like I haven’t been a slave before.”

[rebellingchicanery]

Time for catching up. [Disciple/Psiioniic]

[rebellingchicanery]

The Disciple settled back down into an almost sleepy pose, just enjoying the gentle contact to her hair as he untangles it. It feels so nice to have people play with the mane that’s her hair, even if people don’t dare do it so often due to the sheer formidable quality of it. Her purrs pause as he speaks quietly, the oliveblood moving to wrap her arms round him so she can hug him.

Not quite her usual bearhug but a good, strong one to say the least. “Our escape was not upon your head, San. You don’t need to apawlogise fur anything. It’s okay.”

[psiioniicfury]

His thick brows furrowed as she hugged him and spoke. “But I could have tried harder to do something rather than keep hiding with Dolorosa. I could have used my powers and busted you two out, I could have destroyed this place, I could have saved you...” he was starting to sound upset. He was absolutely convinced it was his fault, and that he could have done more despite the reality that he would have been captured on sight, no matter how hard he had struggled.

At this moment, he wasn’t thinking entirely logically. He was thinking about how Herana had been so injured, had new scars, and was missing a couple of her claws.

[psiioniicfury]

JUST What You Wanted.

[thedevilsrustbloodadvocate-blog]

She’s unaffected by his words and instead crosses her arms, looking at him as though none of what he said neded to be said. And in her mind, it definitely didn’t need to be. “Well, yeah. That’s kind of the fun of it. Metal doesn’t bleed. It doesn’t scream in pain when you cut it, and you most certainly can’t fuck it.” She grins, and though it looks to be a cute, almost innocent sort of grin with dimples and all, it screams of gleeful malice.

[psiioniicfury]

The ‘cute’ grin seemed anything but to Sanian as he snarled, the intensity of his blue and red eyes slightly glowing. “Why? Why do you fucking antagonize like your life depends on it? Is that the only thing you have to live for? Pissing other people off?” he spat, the bits of his hair that stuck up on the sides moving with the static electricity that was becoming more intense.

[rebellingchicanery]

Time for catching up. [Disciple/Psiioniic]

[rebellingchicanery]

“Nag nag nag.” She mumbles with a stifled yawn as he plays with her hair, the oliveblood opening one large, green eye to look at him. “You know that there have been things in there befur. I think there was a purrbeast befur, Kai couldn’t tell if it was me purring or my hair befur we found it. Purrlus, it’s nice to keep snacks handy.” She grins with sharp teeth before subsiding again.

Her eyes flash open as he zaps her, her dark hair fluffing out further from the static. Dang that Psiioniic! She pouts at him, sticking out her lower lip. “Hey that’s not fair, you have electrical powers!”

[psiioniicfury]

“Oh my god,” he responded to the snack comment, rolling his eyes. “And yeah, I do. But pretty much not really with this stupid thing on my head,” he commented, knocking the head piece with his knuckle. “It’s like they don’t trust me to stay put!” he chuckled, going back to working tangles out of the bunch of hair he had selected.

He kept quiet for a while, letting his fingers move through Herana’s hair quietly. His chest moved in a deep sigh before he spoke again,”I’m sorry I didn’t bust you out of here.”