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[keferon]

More TexAid mech AU fun! Warnings for Vortex POV (nothing bad actually happens to First Aid but he's sure thinking about it)

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It felt good to be respected finally. 

Sure First Aid had bitched at Vortex when he was responsible for cleaning him, told him if he was going to murder his pilots he should be at least less messy about it. He’d been so cutely frustrated when the next one had come back with his bones shattered into a fun treasure hunt around the cockpit, bone splintered everywhere. But he also bitched at everyone and everything. 

But when he’d been put in the pilot seat he wasn’t like all the others who thought they could grab his sticks, shove their way into his systems, replace him.

No, First Aid was respectful. When he got in he just strapped in and let Vortex run the show. He had always been a sucker for a pretty twink all tied up for him and scared. 

He delighted in teasing him, wriggling his control sticks a little, moving a little slow to see if he could make him impatient. Give Vortex a reason to punish him. 

But for all that he was a brat at other times First Aid was always so well behaved in his cockpit and always so appreciative of his violence. He could feel the increase in his pulse as Vortex tore apart a monster, the way he never looked away. 

One time Vortex had held a monster up by the throat and slammed it against a building and he had heard First Aid make a soft noise of wanting and he had slowed down his kill, leaving his servo on the monster’s throat as he had rhythmically slammed his blade through the monster’s torso in a way that was suggestive enough that he could feel First Aid squirm before he muttered, “Stop it or someone will notice and think it’s me.” 

Vortex tightened the restraints on First Aid as a reminder of who was in charge and heard him whimper. Vortex considered himself somewhat an expert in the different shades of terrified whimpering and knew that this was one of the fun ones. 

It made him want to have a body again so he could do something with it. He’d never fucked someone in his cockpit, guarded it too jealously, but he could imagine it with First Aid. 

It made him want to splatter First Aid across the cockpit, deep enough into the seams that he’d never really leave no matter how hard it was cleaned. 

The only thing really stopping him was that he could only do that once. 

And once he did First Aid wouldn’t be there to clean him up. His detailing routine had shortened considerably now without the need to mop his pilot out of him but First Aid was still in charge of cleaning the monster gore off of him and out of his outer seams. 

There was talk of First Aid needing to learn more mech maintenance so he could handle Vortex’s internals as well. Vortex still sometimes killed techs in ‘accidents’, as a little treat. He was looking forward to it being First Aid climbing through him. 

There was a little spot he wanted to trap him in and grind his gears against him. It would be just enough to leave a series of perfectly spaced cuts along him. To mark him as Vortex’s. He wondered if he’d get a nice scream out of him? If First Aid would run his hands along the stitches later and feel his teeth on him? 

If he’d wriggle back in through his systems and let him do it again? 

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[whos-the-seme]

"You promised!" Shang Qinghua, despite his efforts, couldn't stop the gasping sobs. "You said you wouldn't leave me behind again! And then you died then and you're dying now and you promised!"

Shen Yuan reached for the other, fighting through the darkness and blurriness encroaching his vision. He managed to grasp his best friend's cheek, weak fingers brushing away the falling tears. "I'm sorry--"

"No! You don't get to be sorry," Shang Qinghua tried to sneer but his face crumpled instead. He didn't shake off Shen Yuan's hand. "This is the second time you're leaving. That's all you know how to do, isn't it? All you do is run away!"

"Qinghua--" Shen Yuan tried to say, but began to cough, hand falling away. The pain was unbearable and it was making it difficult to take in air. Shang Qinghua immediately reached out to steady him as Shen Yuan hacked out his lungs. In between each new flare of pain that swam along with every cough, Shen Yuan could make out the mumbles of his best friend.

"I didn't mean it, please, I didn't mean it, please not now, I didn't mean to say that, I'm sorry, please, please..."

This was familiar. The pain, the loss of breath, even his best friend beside him, keeping him upright. All that was missing was the hospital bed and the frantic beeping of machines. No nurses coming to save his ass now in this forest.

Shen Yuan briefly lost consciousness and when he came back to himself, vision clearing a little, he found Shang Qinghua holding his wrist, pouring more qi into him. As if they hadn't already discovered that qi transfers didn't work when the thing taking all of his was the poison of a Soul-Sucking Bewildered-beest. Shang Qinghua could've tried to get him back to the sect but Shen Qingqiu would have been long drained of qi and, most importantly, dead by then. He couldn't fly and transfer qi at the same time.

It only prolonged the inevitable.

"S-stop," he said, weakly pushing at Shang Qinghua's hand. The other ignored him. "You're gonna d-drain yourself. And then you won't be able to get back at all."

"I don't care," Shang Qinghua said. Shen Yuan wondered how long he had lost consciousness for, as the tear tracks on Shang Qinghua's face were now mostly dry. "You promised."

"I know," Shen Yuan didn't apologize again. "But you know it's not gonna work. And I'd rather you return, at least." He could feel his eyelids getting heavy.

Shang Qinghua let go of him only to throw up his hands in anger. Fresh tears were starting to spill down his cheeks again. "So what? I just leave you here to die without even trying?" He balled up his fists. "Typical. You always think that your actions won't affect other people."

Shen Yuan got the sense that Shang Qinghua was referring to something else, but his mind was starting to get too muddy to think of what. Breathing was getting a little harder. A lot harder.

"Qinghua. A-Hua, please listen to me. C-could you come kneel down next to me? Right here." He waited until Shang Qinghua lowered himself a bit, still frowning, before gently placing his forehead against the other peak lord's. "Listen to me, okay? I know I broke my promise again. But you've found me before and I trust you'll find me again." He said between gasps of air.

"A-Yuan--"

"We've met again and again... and we'll keep meeting. I k-know it." Gasp. Cough. "Beyond all ideas of... right and wrong, there's a field." Vision dimming. Grasp slackening. "I'll be... waiting for you... there."

"A-Yuan?"

"..."

"A-Yuan!?"

"..."

A wail broke through the serenity of the forest.

[bklily]

Alyanette nation how are we feeling XD XD XD

[thefastestclockintheuniverse]

Get a load of the CRAB STANCE on this guy.

[drag0nish]

In general, from Scott's POV, Scott reads as not that notable, like sure he's got power and he thinks of himself highly, but he's not that threatening really, he's kinda just a guy, a very fabulous guy, but just a guy none the less

But from time to time we're gonna have these little slips, little cracks of how other people see Scott, like Pyro's fear when he was confronted in the cripts, how terrified he was, or Drift's anxousness when stating that she failed her mission, like she was scared of how he would react

And both of these instances feel so.. wierd? Like, sure scott is evil, but really hes pretty friendly for the most part, he doesnt take clame over the coven, he never states himself as in charge, he just kinda acts as the organizer, but thats just because he's the oldest, not bevause he really wants to, like what are they so afraid of? Scott hasn't hurt them, not after turning them.

And hell even for the humans, if they hadn't started a war Scott sure as hell wouldn't of either, its too much unnecessary work, really if they were just smart enough to not go anywhere alone with him at night, and didn't attack him unprovoked it would've all been fine!

But thats not how the people of oakhurst see it, for them he doesnt have to actualy threaten them in any way, because to them, his mere existance is a threat, a looming power that you dont quite know what to do about but can feel its constant presence.

Hell maybe those who came here with any modicum of knowlage about the towns history heard the storries, the tales, about the ancient evil that had ruled this land 600 years ago, one so vile that it had became unkillable, one where just uttering its name would spell your doom, one that was defeated not the way that most evils are, not with the gruesome death that it deserved, after all it was far too powerful for that to be possible, but a simple sleeping spell, one, that no matter how strong, would eventualy wear off. But these were only ever fairy tales of course! How could they not be! Thats what everyone though, until... Untill they found out about the horrors that lurk in the dark, about things beyond what they thought possible, and there they meet him, a creature, a vampire, that had ruled here 600 years ago, that had been overthrown with a simple sleeping spell.

But even to those who had not even heard the name Oakhurst before this, something about Scott has just been.. off. The way he looks at you, but never really cares to see you, the way his face is always a perfect expression of calm amusement, even if you hold a stake to his heart or a sword to his throat, he just looks at you, and that one look lets you know, makes you know that you are just prey to him, a mouse, of no importance, because no matter how much you scratch and bite and claw, ultimately, your teeth are duller, your claws are shorter and your strengh is lesser.

And the way he talks, with his smooth, silky voice, unwawering, always so assured,so confident, like he was talking down to a child, to something small and weak.

People are afraid of Scott, not because he parades his strength around as a threat, but because he doesnt see the point in doing so, fear him, fear him not, there is no difference, after all, a bite of an ant will only ever cause a slight sting, oh but what horrors can the bitten rain on that ant

[kawaiialeisha]

i genuinely find it hilarious when my mutuals say to others that they're acting like me when they're simping over their favourite characters

like am i just that bad be honest /lhj /silly

[leviraaaaaa]

Armin: *smart enough to immediately understand the female titan is intelligent in 0.2 second*

Also Armin:

[cammiko-arts]

maybe if I say I hate Timon enough times, I’ll actually start hating him, and then I will finally be free…………