Fandom: 明日方舟 | Arknights (Video Game)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Phantom/Shalem (Arknights)
Characters: Tragodia | Phantom Alter (Arknights), Shalem (Arknights), Phantom (Arknights)
Additional Tags: Head trauma, Injury, Gore, Skull Fucking, penis injury, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, cranial fingering, Somnophilia, Graphic Violence, (more graphic than in canon), post Act or Die, shalem and ebenholz have voices in common which is to say shalem now has to go into another dimension and tell pinkgodia to go fuck himself, which cannot happen because he’s too much of a side character for his arc to ever get a proper exploration or ending., but fucking imagine, Eye Trauma, Eye Sex, but like. literally, Burns, cauterizing wounds, improper use of arts and a tail, Orgasm Denial, Extremely Dubious Consent, Shalem POV, all smut is character study as far as im concerned, TOP SHALEM BOTTOM LUCIAN
Summary:
There are, indeed, things in this world that good intentions do not truly justify. When they violate what you fought for so bravely, will you at last become what you cannot deny you are, my abandoned child of arts?
An idle conversation reveals a crack. The quickest fix? To nail a piece of wood on top.
Content warnings: Biting and biting and biting and
Synopsis: Glaucus and Blue Poison spend some downtime together, Glaucus needs a chewy stim toy to concentrate, but Blue is right here :(
It always felt like a blessing whenever Blue Poison and Glaucus’ schedules gave them overlapping downtime. Blue loved being able to take time to bake together, shop, play a game, or just relax in their shared Rhodes’ dorm as they are now. Blue Poison had settled herself on a kitchenette stool with a fashion magazine, as well as a piece of leftover cake that she was leisurely working through. Glaucus was curled up on the couch a short distance away looking at something on their tablet-terminal. Their leg braces were folded and set aside nearby.
Blue Poison glances at Glaucus, as she has been doing fairly regularly for the past twenty minutes. They seemed really absorbed in whatever they had going on on their tablet. The edge of one of their index finger was held between their teeth and they seemed to be gently gnawing on it in concentration… Cute. Blue smiles and goes back to her magazine.
It was peaceful, the only noises at the moment were the ambient sounds of the air system, fridge, and the background noise of the landship itself. Maybe Blue should offer to put some music on? She scoots back her stool and stands up to go and see if she can locate her wireless speaker, which seems to alert Glaucus to her presence. (They remembered she was there before, right?)
“Oh, Bloop.” They had withdrawn their finger from their mouth and were reaching out with that same hand in a grasping motion. Their voice was expressionless, but the gesture communicated they were eager to see her and wanted her to come nearer.
“Hehe, yes, Glau?” Blue beams and trots over to stand at arm’s reach by the couch.
“Do you have any chew toys?”
Blue narrowly avoids choking and her eyes widen. “Oh! Um…” she averts her gaze and casts it around nervously. She can understand asking for such a thing, completely and totally, but why was Glaucus looking directly at her when they asked…? Blue was okay with eye contact generally, but Glaucus’ unmitigated direct stare made her feel a bit embarrassed sometimes…
“I-I’ll look around, I feel like I might’ve had a chewy stim toy around somewhere?” Blue managed a smile and a thumbs-up. She wanted to be dependable! And she knows she should have such a thing amongst her belongings, somewhere.
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After rustling through her cluttered drawers as thoroughly as she could, Blue had to admit defeat. It felt like sometimes her stuff just got up and walked away when she wasn’t looking…
She sighed disappointedly as she made her way back over to Glaucus. “My apologies, Glau, I know I had something like that, but I can’t seem to find it. It was even shaped like a cookie too…”
Glaucus extracts their thumb from their mouth this time and blinks. “It’s okay. Thank you for checking.” They put on a small smile that crinkles their eyes before going back to what they were working on.
Glaucus was so polite and kind, but that was absolutely unacceptable! That Blue failed to fulfill a request that simple from her roommate! Her chest aches and she barely suppresses a whine of discontent, standing there and fidgeting with her clasped hands.
She took some deep breaths and walked back over to the kitchenette, and then back to the couch. Then paced back and forth once more for good measure.
“Err, Glaucus?” She can’t let herself fail. “What do you think about… would it be suitable to use me as a chew toy?” This was only to help her friend, and not any self-motivated reasons, she was sure.
Glaucus stared at her. They actually started to look a little bit amused, like they were holding in a laugh.
“Ah, mhmm, well. I was looking for something I could chew without interrupting what I was doing…”
“I! I won’t stop you! I’ll just— I’ll sit beside you and you can have my arm! Does that sound— does that sound amenable? To you?” Blue felt like she was going to pass out. Oh, she’d thoroughly made an embarrassment of herself this time.
Glaucus hummed to themself as if thinking deeply on the offer. “Okay,” is what they said at last, straightening up a bit on the couch and patting the space beside them.
Blue can’t believe it.
She finds herself in the next moment seated primly besides Glaucus, worming her arm out of her hoodie sleeve on one side, and then holding it out awkwardly.
“Um. Here.” Blue fidgets in place, apprehensive.
Under her hoodie, Blue had on a short-sleeved button-up, and so her skin was available to access now. Maintaining their hold on the tablet in their other hand, Glaucus sort of supports the underside of Blue’s forearm, and brings it closer to their face. “Thank you… I will treasure this gift.”
That made Blue giggle. “Ehehe, ah—!” a quiet exclamation and intake of air sounded out as Glaucus put their teeth against Blue’s skin. They were basically just resting them there, barely indenting her flesh. She could feel the tip of their tongue poking against her skin as well though.
Glaucus’ eyes flit over to meet Blue’s over her forearm, held in their mouth with all the gentleness of a kitten being carried by the nape.
“Sh’okay?” muffled by her arm.
“Yes, of course! Please, don’t let me distract you, carry on.” Blue nodded, and took to staring into the middle distance.
Glaucus hummed in assent and turned their attention back to their tablet.
…
This was nice. It was warm sitting next to Glaucus like this. She can hear their breathing beside her.
“Glaucus.”
“Mmhmm?”
“You can… actually chew on me, if you want. … I don’t mind.”
“Ohkfhay.”
Ah, they were teething on her arm now. That felt… nice.
She takes a moment to sink into the cushions and soak in the soft textures and ambience of their couch and living-space.
…
…
Blue reaches for a pillow on her other side so she can scoop it under her arm and have something to lean on. She readjusts some more to retrieve her pocket-terminal from her pants pocket, in order to start browsing the Rhodes Island messaging boards.
Oh, that’s interesting, what Pinus Sylvestris are doing.
Poncirus got stuck in the ducts…? She’s sure someone from engineering is on that.
Blue’s eyes start to droop a little. She doesn’t think she could fall asleep with the mild pain from Glaucus’ teeth, but it is putting her into a state of relaxation. Her terminal screen eventually shuts off on its own, and she lets it be set down with the slow, sleepy fall of her arm.
It would be so nice to be able to rest her head on Glaucus’ shoulder… but that feels like it might be a bit much, and they’ were partly occupied with her already. She should wait for another time to ask about that. She settles for continuing to listen to their breathing, feel their teeth squishing into her skin, and the soft incidental traces of their tongue as their jaw worked.
They moved her arm around every so often to find a fresh, unchewed patch of skin, maybe to avoid spending too long on one spot and bruising it. Glaucus was so considerate, hehe…
It felt good on the meatier part of her arm, but the other way closer to her wrist made her feel especially fuzzy.
A tiny noise escaped her mouth. “Mnh, Glaucus…” she’s looking at Glaucus nearly over her shoulder; nervously, pleadingly, but unflinchingly. “You can bite harder… please.” Glaucus, holding her gaze, doesn’t react for a long moment, besides their cheeks colouring almost imperceptibly pinker.
And then they do, and Blue tenses and keens out a long, stuttering whine. She stays frozen until Glaucus relaxes their jaw enough that Blue’s arm drops from their mouth as dead weight, and Blue ends up slumped against their shoulder anyways.
“Ah… Oops.” Glaucus picks up Blue’s arm again and pokes at it. “Was that too much?”
Blue peers through bleary eyes, and sees her forearm riddled with indents from Glaucus’ teeth, some of them fading already, but one particular spot where they were much starker, with the surrounding skin maybe starting to discolour in a bruise.
“No, no, I’m okay Glau, don’t worry,” she finds their hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze. And then the full weight of how embarrassing and shameful that whole series of events was hits her all at once.
She wrests her arm back to herself and stands bolt upright, flushing deeply and stuttering. “I-I-I’m so sorry Glaucus! That was completely unprofessional and- and the peak of impropriety, I… I sincerely apologize!!” She clasps her hands in front of her and bows repeatedly.
Glaucus looks on with a somewhat amused look on their face, which made Blue feel even more embarrassed. They reach for her sleeve and tug on it, then open their arms.
“Are you sure?” asked Blue, confused, looking almost teary. They make a ‘come here’ gesture with both hands to emphasize, to which she responds by moving forward, allowing them to take hold and pull Blue into their embrace, forcing her to crawl onto their lap on the couch. Glaucus then starts petting over Blue’s back, which was really quite soothing, and started to make her feel a bit better.
“It’s okay Blue. It didn’t bother me at all… promise.” Blue let herself relax even more at hearing those words. “When I asked for a chewtoy… I was thinking about your neck, but your arm… was delicious too.”
“Oh,” Blue breathed out, and then, “you fucker.” She buried her face in Glaucus’ shoulder and groaned.
“I wanted to try… your poison, straight from the tap…”
Blue’s flush from earlier survives, rekindled by each successive statement.
“Aren’t you working on something?” Blue chuckled embarrassedly, “no way that wouldn’t distract you too much.”
“Mhmmm, true. But… you’re more important.”
Blue smiled, hidden by Glaucus’ sweater, and hugged them tighter. “Awww, thank you Glau, you’re just too sweet…”
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The next day Blue lets her sleeve fall by accident and someone asks if she was attacked by a beckbeast.
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The body is a temple.exe
Arknights
This fic is my favorite child. It both caught a lot of lot dodge balls and missed completely where canon plot was going. This is the story where I really found my voice.
Becoming Eden [it's me I'm trees]
Trigun
my magnum opus, I wrote it in a fugue state and its thematically one of the tightest novels I've write. I'm so mad its a fic. its part one of four now, so have fun with that if you like 300K+ long fics. But it also stands alone.
Hold me like a grudge
trigun
I'm just pleased with this one. Despite being outside of my usual genre preference its the one I've reread the most for my own pleasure. Every time I think I want to write more I reread it and go no, I'm satisfied, they deserve tacos, and close the document.
Mr Whiskers Doesn't Know
Trigun
I love Livo and Razlo, heres a whole poem about them <3 I may or may not cannibalize this piece for a Becoming Eden chapter at some point.
Inglorious
Trigun
Meryl dies in the elevator instead of Roberto in 500 words. Some of my best work!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Soft lights hung low between the trees of the convalescence garden, glowing softly in the warm evening air, rocking with the gentle, floral-scented caresses of a languid, lazy breeze. The light fell gently on the stone paths, mixing in a slow swirl with the low chatter of conversation and dulcet tones of the band. Irene rolled the stem of her glass between her fingers, watching the light play over its golden ripples before sighing and letting her gaze trail back over the gathering she lingered on the edge of.
For a recommissioned mining rig, Rhodes Island sure could clean up nicely.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
25 chapters. 70k words. Over 2 years of poking at this now, my God.
Basic premise: Myth isekai into Terra and, since they can't leave immediately, become Rhodes Island Operators.
Reality: Slow burn of getting characters acquainted with each other for more than half the fic, past few chapters have gotten a lot more... dramatic? Probably the best blanket description.
And it's part of a multiverse. You can read it standalone, but knowing this is happening while the rest of Safekeeping is may be useful... (:
hey so I finished chapter 1 of the SkaSpec Reverse AU fic
It’s not beta read since 1) I’m lazy 2) I’d never publish it cause I’d be trying to get it to be perfect.
maybe I’ll get chapter 2 out in another 6 months. Also I’m uploading this to Ao3 in a bit, so I’ll updated it with link when that happens. Please give me criticism I have no idea what I’m doing
Rated Teen + Warnings for descriptions of blood and injuries
A vast ocean of stars sway and flicker in and out of Laurentina’s view. At least, she assumes that what they are. That’s what would make the most sense. Hmm, no. That can’t be right. To be seeing stars would mean she was on the surface, but just moments ago the unit was deep within the sea being crushed by waves of seaborn. It would make much more sense for this to be a trick. Perhaps I have died? Well, that was anticlimactic, she mused. Maybe this was her dying brain’s attempt at comfort. At the very least, this limbo made the pain subside. Letting eyelids slip close once again was but a matter of course. What will I tell captain? how I bravely fought the seaborn till—
A familiar sound. Waves. Crashing, but not against each other? Blinking out the remaining sea water leaves a dull sting, and the stars greet her once more. Though this time they look less like a painter’s timid splotches. For some reason, and really who is she to judge, she thought they’d look more, impressive. Foreign poets stated it as a gift bestowed from the very heavens. Singers would pour out their heart and soul trying to describe it. Gladdia said it was there. Hah
Deep aches grip every muscle in her body. Usually in these situations the cold water would be soothing, However just the sea foam is enough to cause shivers. Hypothermia would be an even worse way to go. She lets out a sigh. Sooner or later she would have to check for injuries. Tis a rookie mistake to assume the aches were the worst of it.
Let’s see if this truly is a dream. Deciding to start with the left wrist, she tries to turn it clockwise. In return, it continues to lay limply on... the sand. So, this is a beach. Well, that explains the water. Brushing this new found knowledge aside, she continues up the arm and up to the elbow. Still nothing. Shoulder, nothing. Strange, at the very least this should’ve healed. Not having the patience to go through the same motions with her arm, she kicks her left leg straight. Unsurprisingly the leg buckles, and pain floods it’s nerves. Although, the attempt on the right leg doesn’t go nearly as bad, as it can swivel without too much trouble.
The other arm can move somewhat fine, but the limp arm has yet to heal. Go figures. With the usable arm, Laurentina props up onto her elbow, and with whatever remaining conviction, finally looks at the damage.
Two types of blood stain her uniform.
The deep, fleshy blood of both her and her comrades, and the fluorescent, alien blue floating like oil in it. A chuckle escapes
To no one in particular. With a surprisingly stable hand, the check up has begun. Just a quick brush of the hand confirms that there are open wounds. Fair enough
A freezing chill rushes down her spine. Ears strain for anything, yet the same crash of waves is all there is. No new scents either. Short glances across the empty beach reveal very little. Perhaps she should’ve checked the area earlier? Now’s not really the time to dwell though, considering the situation. Soon enough her gaze is focused back on the myriad of cuts and gashes. Very few have begun to even scab over, and although most of the bleeding stopped, the feeling of sea salt trying to force its way through opened cuts doesn’t inspire hope.
Although the excessive re-checks take much longer than usual, it pays off. The injuries include a few fractures, cuts of varying lengths and depths, and a handful of hyperextended joints. Which, really, isn’t the absolute worst state she’s been in. With a short huff, she places her palms onto the grey sand, and begins shifting the weight in her legs. After getting them into the right position, all that’s left is to get up. A quick push from the left arm gets most of her torso to lurch forward. Maybe a bit too forward, as she can feel herself rock far past her knees.
The expected feeling of splashing face first into the waves never comes. Instead, she can feel her hands and knees be tugged at by the receding waves. Dragging a leg up to her chest, and then using both of her wobbling hands, she begins to push the rest of her body back up. At first, the tremors stop for just long enough to prop her legs up without too much pain. Just as quickly do they come back. Couple that with the sudden waves of nausea and it’s nearly impossible to keep going. However, by some miracle, she manages to keep up upright, and takes her first step.
(This was written like 3 months ago but I didn’t know how to end it so yeah.)
