#deficd

[vitalphenomena]

@deficd // invincible said: "no wonder nobody likes you."

"Who told you that? 'cause, I'm not gonna li~ie to you, baby, it hurrRrrrts."

You don't need to see him pouting to know that his bleeding heart has been fucking evisceraAAAaated, here!

Machine Head likes this place. He likes it very much, and Invincible, in the corny get-up or in his cheap Target jeans, does not fucking belong, and that makes Machine Head angry, a little bit.

"Are you even old enough to drink?"

[kylo-wrecked]

"i moved on, i moved away from you." (( agonia for ex-con!ben ))

{ 🫀 @deficd broke and bought: Ex-Con!Ben:// from this meme /accepting }

Something like a hundred baby dolls rattle in the wind. Something like a hundred baby dolls tethered, staked, or hanging from a double-swing gate. Armless, eyeless, covered in prickles of mold or sprayed with white acrylic to look dead. Agonia, standing with her fists balled up at her sides, like a newly freed action figure from that diamond mesh.  She liked to try making herself inanimate. Trouble was, he obliged. Trouble was, he was good at it himself. Wire-sculpted, welded. In the approximate shape of a man. Skin colored boots, an artless addition to his person, squelching in gravel.  “Huh.” Didn’t quite make to laugh. Didn’t look at Agonia. “Yeah.”   Didn’t make to address her either. Ben’s gaze favored a doll head with a chemical tan and tawny hair strung over its gouged out eyes.  “Did you?” he asked, with his own eyes shielded by his cap brim. “Then why’re you talking to me?”

[godresembled]

@deficd asked ❝ 🎁 ❞

"Choose love or sympathy, but never both."

[bludrite]

@deficd said: i never hurry for anything.

king hugo of the nothing-planet thinks himself more important than he is. what allies his people had have long assumed him dead and underestimate the value of the secrets he keeps for them. the harkonnens are kind enough to house them for now, but he knows his time is running out in the baron's good graces and soon his people will be either slaughtered or enslaved.

it's not that he cares very much for them. he just wonders what use a king is without anyone to lord over.

down the crypt-like halls of the guest wing, hugo storms ahead while the na-baron (damn him, curse him, theif, pig, animal) makes no effort to match him. cocky, smug, languid.

"i assure you, you will want to hurry for this." velvet-smooth, smiling. "i have a gift for you."

in his quarters there is a girl. prettiest his people can offer, by hugo's estimation, with large brown eyes and a fair length of dark hair stretching to her shoulders. she waits for them on the edge of the bed, hands on her knees.

"na-baron, you've made your -- attachment to my cousin quite plain. i'm sure you can understand that if your uncle has no intention of allowing us to stay, you may not keep her. in the spirit of friendship i offer you this specimen -- or the opportunity to bargain for the other."

[petitsdieu]

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[wolves-of-etoile]

@deficd sent: [ 14. ] sender whispers, "you’ll ruin me," before biting receiver’s lip hard enough to draw blood. (( from vera for david ))

She was, every ounce, her father's daughter. Beautiful, deadly, cunning. During his years as Feyd's bodyguard, David had watched her grow from capable child to formidable young adult. Any serious suitor would have been thrilled -- or terrified -- to have her attention. Most were simply terrified. And though he was inured to the horrors of House Harkonnen by this point, he told himself she was off-limits.

Feyd didn't spell it out -- certainly not to him. If the inner staff of his household needed policing, they would not be his inner staff. And Vera was old enough to choose.

Old enough to kill, old enough to choose.

David made his rounds in the palace. Night on Giedi Prime. Some rooms were silent with sleep, while residents in other rooms debauched themselves with semuta, sex, or violence... or all three -- the standard stuff. David wrinkled his nose in disgust; he still had some pride.

A shadow at the end of the hall caught his attention. The balcony. Hand on his hilt, he quickened his pace. He should have called the overwatch right away, but he relaxed when he recognized Vera's elegant figure, ghostly and ethereal in a flowing dress.

"Lady Vera?"

She had come out here to think, that much was clear; though what was torturing her, he knew not. He could only read the conflict in her expression and her hard, hard eyes.

What happened next never should've happened to a Sardaukar or even a bodyguard -- she caught him by surprise. In his profession, surprise meant death; and she had him dead to rights. But what does a bodyguard do when one of his own charges engages his adrenaline?

She pulled, nearly yanked him close. His mind raced; she had killed before. And the time it took for him to decide -- could he have pulled his blade on her, the daughter of the Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen -- her face was already close, hissing in his ear. "You'll ruin me."

Her 'attack' continued, and all he could do was take it. Sometimes in battle, one had to take a blow in order to return one. His lips parted to receive hers, half in shock and half accepting, as her canine punctured his skin. The taste of her mingled with the iron taste of his own blood, and just then he realized he was gripping her elbows hard.

David stared, his mind now flooded with thoughts he shouldn't have had, thoughts he had been denying himself; the first of which, painting her face with the hot blood now welling on his lip. This was House Harkonnen -- he wouldn't have cared who saw them.

"I'm ruining you?" he hissed, just as low. "I'm not the one here claiming her father's bodyguard. Or is that a warning nip to stay away?"

[inn0cencestrained]

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"Get away from me!"

Heels click on the black flooring as the Princess turns and begins her descent down the death rattling hallway towards her chambers. There's no surprise to hear Feyd Rautha's commanding steps behind her, but despite her initial plan to retreat as fast as she could, Irulan turns backwards, nearly letting the Baron collide into her before she braces her arms and shoves him backwards with all her might.

"You lied to me! You went behind my back! You betrayed me and now hundreds of people are dead! I told you to stay away from Piter- I told you he does nothing but poison you- this place does nothing but poison you! But you couldn't do it. You are so weak minded you couldn't think on your own for one goddamn second and realize what a colossal mistake this was, politically. I won't even try to touch on the humanity side of it because God knows how incapable you are at feeling anything for anyone! You are sick. You are twisted. You are evil and I want nothing to do with you or this fucking House anymore!"

[meomonstrumo]

Closed starter for @deficd

No one knew how it got out. By all accounts the cargo had been properly secured and sedated for transport from the arena for a special event at the behest of the Baron. But questions arose when the transport never arrived, and when it was found it was in a rather sorry state. Torn to pieces, a mixture of machine and meat made it seem as if the vehicle and its operators had been one and the same both indistinguishable from one another.

Unbeknownst to the ones set out to locate the clear and present threat- it had escapes not into the choking smog of the world beyond, but had found its way well into the walls of the royal city.

It hid well among the black machinery and pollution, dark fur stained with blood and dust only added to its camouflage. A creature better suited for a climate far different than that found on even the wastes of Gedi Prime, it managed to slunk well among the industrial wastes to pick at the pale and sickly forms that lived there. Well hidden, fed, but far from thriving in the desolate place- this creature was meant to fight and kill and hunt in more open spaces, eating healthier game, the more it ate the hungrier it became, and more bodies piled up.