Quicksand is a colloid hydrogel consisting of fine granular material, and water. Quicksand forms in saturated loose sand when the sand is suddenly agitated. When water in the sand cannot escape, it creates a liquefied soil that loses strength and cannot support weight.
So in conclusion: quicksand sucks.
Literally.
Mastermind can feel the liquid-like sand seep deep into his scales as it slowly swallowed him, currently at his shoulders. If he wanted to survive, Mastermind just didn't have to struggle, that was key. This was his punishment until Queen Glory has yet to give him a real punishment for kidnapping RainWings and testing upon them. It only gave him time to think about what he had done and feel guilty about it. It also was what his son wanted. At least he’s wiser than he was about his actions.
"Hey." There was a voice above.
A RainWing appeared in shimmering (f/c) with a blow dart in their talons. "You kinda look like a very dark log in the mud." That was... random.
Then the RainWing kept talking. "Do you like the weather? I really do! The clouds are so pretty and it sometimes brings the skylight." Mastermind moved his talons through the gooey substance, grasping at a tree root in his makeshift prison to stay up near the edge. "What is this skylight?" he asked, curious of the name. "Well, it happens when the dark clouds come. Sometimes with rain and loud roars from the sky," the RainWing said, letting dark storm clouds of grey-blue spill over their scales in a sort of demonstration. Suddenly, a blue-white stripe streaked across the darkness of their exaggerated wings, before setting back to its shade of stormy dark grey-blue. "It's like a really fast white light that you can see if you don't blink. Trust me, it's the only way to see it. It's really cool to watch, until it lights a tree on fire." "This skylight. Don't you mean lightning?" Mastermind inquired. "Nah," the RainWing dismissed him. "I like the name skylight better." He didn't know why, but Mastermind felt slightly hesitate (perhaps embarrassed) to ask in his scientific curiosity. "How much do you know about storms?" "A lot!" they exclaimed. Their head then snapped up to the canopy, ears and tongue flicking. Then, the mysterious RainWing guard vanished. 'That was rude,' thought Mastermind as he squinted into the green curtain above. 'Leaving in the middle of a conversation.' A pile of palm frond leaves then fell beside him, where the stormy RainWing materialized out of seemingly no where. No matter how much studying or observing Mastermind had done, he could never seem to cease to be amazed at the transition of the various greens that made perfect camouflage disappear be eaten away by eye catching dark grey-blue they once before. It really did stand out compared to the other, very bright Rainwings. It made them seem... more elegant in a way. Fierce yet elegant. Which seemed to be the perfect definition for the RainWing tribe. "Anyway," the RainWing began to talk again, this time beginning to work with the slim leaves of the palm fronds into a pattern with their talons. "It rains different, ya know. Sometimes it doesn't actually fall from the sky (that is fog). Most of the time it does rain here, but depending on the season the rainforest can get different amounts of rainfall."
Mastermind was completely blown away. This RainWing was having a very intelligent conversation with him.
"Are you enjoying my company? You haven't said too much, so you're a good listener!" Mastermind stuttered. "I do indeed find it interesting to listen to your fascination of storms," he said. "That's nice," said the RainWing, glancing over at him from their weaving. "The other RainWings say I sound too smart and they usually aren't able to follow with me and get bored." "Well, I am not too familiar with weather sciences," Mastermind told them. "But I am a scientist." The only weather that went on the Nightwing island was the dark overcast of volcanic smoke overhead and an occasional acid-like rain. Then again, it was Mastermind's job to monitor the volcanoes themselves and not the weather, which sounded kinda silly. "It's pretty cool, I guess," the RainWing said. "It helps to know when it's going to rain and how much. And when the skylight hits the ground, then we can clear out certain areas so that a fire doesn't spread. And to help explain to the dragonets when they hear the cloud dragons roar so that they're not too scared of it." All of that was rather thoughtful and creative of the RainWing, Mastermind thought. He really did take their intelligence for granted.
A drop of water splashed onto Mastermind's snout. The drops then began to increase in number until a steady rain formed, promptly soaking the two dragons. The RainWing finished their project and held it over Mastermind's sinking head. It was a little canopy, the palm fronds were weaved together expertly, packing them tight together to stay water tight, leaving Mastermind dry from the rain. "Thank you," he said, studying the weave pattern they used on the canopy above him. "No problem," they chirped, indigo flowers blooming onto their scales. "I know some dragons don't like to get wet." But the RainWing stayed in the down pour, their colors shifting to a memorizing drip-like cascade of blues, greens, and greys that matched the jungle rain storm. A low rumble of thunder gurgled in the distance as the day faded to the darker night. Then a brilliant flash of lightning streaked the sky above the jungle canopy, lighting up the dark in a brief cover of light. The stormy RainWing just giggled and stared in awe at it all like a dragonet. This really was a strange one for Mastermind...
An: Sup. Here’s I guess a continue of the last thing I posted? It’s elliot *MM* inner world things. Again the alters have there own inner world, as many systems do in people who have DID. So yes.
Hello friend....are you still there.
It’s been a while, inside the inner world of Elliot. He hasn’t needed me or Mr robot. They like to sit in the theater and watch his life.
I did for a while. But you didn’t show up. Since I found out who you really were, someone I made up to.....
I miss you friend. Mr robot says I need to explore the world built for us. The world that is outside the theater and the doors.
Are you out there? Waiting for me to realize?
I’m in bed, in a copy of the apartment in the outside world. It smells like you. The bed does, the pillows. Everything. Flippers here.
She misses you. I can tell. QWERTY swims by the window where you set him when you first showed up. You remember that day? I do.
“He’s probably bored. He deserves to look out at the city”
You were brazen like Shayla, soft like her, but stern like Angela. I didn’t notice it then. I do now.
You always made sure I was safe at night. When I wouldn’t sleep because of the drugs. You held me to your heart and let it lull me to sleep.
I miss you. But I think you know that. You know I miss how you laid next to me, even when you were t really there. You were to me.
Maybe when I close my eyes I’ll see you again.
“Hello Elliot” I can hear you.
“Elliot” pressure on my hips, like when you sat on my stomach. I thought it was annoying at first, you wore my hoodie. But I liked it on you.
“Open your eyes”
I see you, hair disheveled, my hoodie on, sat on my hips, legs on either side of them. My hands on your thighs
You let out a soft moan as you feel the cold of the metal against your cunt. Wesker was watching your face for your reactions as the orange glow of his eyes seemed to seep into your mind.
With slow precision, he raised the weapon ever so slightly before pressing it gently against your moist folds. You bite your lip and instinctively try closing your legs. Wekser lets out a chuckle and grasps your thighs to keep them open.
"Do you like where I'm aiming?" he whispered huskily.
"yes...I do," You mutter as you keep your gaze on his trigger finger.
Wesker smirked at your answer, pleased with the effect he was having on you. "Good," Wesker purred, his fingers curling around the trigger of the gun.
To your frustration, he keeps the gun still, causing you to let out a whimper. It seems he wants you to put on a show for him. You oblige.
As you begin to grind against the cool steel of the gun, a fierce hunger flashes in Albert Wesker's eyes. He watches intently as your wetness coats the metal, making it slippery beneath your eager movements. The muscles in his arms tense as he begins to breathe heavily.
"Good boy," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "Such a good boy, obeying his master so perfectly..."
His heart raced as he watched you stroke your own clit with the tip of his gun, moans escaping your lips as you neared orgasm. Without warning, he pulled the gun away abruptly, startling you.
He watched as confusion clouded your features, wondering what had driven him to end things so suddenly. But then, he smiled darkly. Leaning close once again, he lowered his voice to a husky growl. "Not so fast," he purred. "We aren't done here quite yet."
You make a pout, frustrated that he pulled away from your aching heat. Albert reaches over and laughs as he kisses your cheek, the sound vibrating against your skin where his lips touched. "Now now," he chided gently, "no need to pout. We'll get there soon enough."
Wesker once again presses the tip of his gun to your wet pussy, but this time he gently pushes in. Your body tenses up in fear and excitement at the thought of him gun-fucking you. You let out a small hiss as your pussy squeezes around the first inch of the barrel.
His hand moved to cup your face tenderly, his thumb tracing gentle circles around your lower lip. "There now, don't worry," he murmured soothingly. "It might sting a little at first...but soon enough, we'll get you used to it."
With slow, steady pressure, Wesker pushed the gun further inside you. You gasped as pain shot through your most sensitive spot, followed immediately by a feeling of fullness. He watched carefully, waiting for signs of discomfort.
Wesker continued pushing the gun deeper inside you, watching as your expression changed from pain to pleasure.
Leaning in closer, he whispered hoarsely against your ear, "That's it...feel me filling you up. Know that this is mine...my gun." He whispered before adding, "And remember who taught you to love it."
As you adjusted to the intrusion, Wesker started moving the gun steadily in and out of your sopping pussy. Your walls began to pulse rhythmically around the gun as your body began to tremble, urging him onward.
Wesker's hand thrust his gun inside you at a steady pace, driving the gun deeper into your aching pussy with each thrust. You cried out in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. Your fingers dug into the sheets with a death grip that made your knuckles white.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Wesker purred, his words sending shockwaves of desire coursing through your veins. "Just imagine how much better it would feel to have my real cock buried deep inside you."
You let out a soft whine.
Wesker smirked at your response, clearly enjoying the power he held over you. "Oh, don't worry, my pet," he said, his voice dripping with promise. "When I'm ready for that, believe me, you'll know." Without warning, he increased the speed of his thrusts, driving his gun deeper into your quivering cunt.
With a devious glint in his eye, Wesker leaned forward, his mouth seeking out your swollen clit. His tongue teased and tormented the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hands fly to his head and you grip his blond hair tight. At the same time, he continued his relentless assault on your tight pussy, his gun sliding in and out of you in a steady rhythm that sent shockwaves of delight through your entire being.
Wesker's gaze locked onto yours as he pressed his hand harder against the gun lodged deep within your pussy. He watched closely for any sign of impending climax.
"Come for me," he whispered, his hot breath tickling the underside of your thighs. "Let go, baby. Show me how much you want it."
You arched your back, groaning loudly as the pleasurable sensations washed over you. Your inner muscles began to spasm erratically around the now warm metal, signaling your imminent release.
"Yes," Wesker growled, taking hold of your face roughly. "Cum for me, you filthy little slut. Cum hard on my gun!"
You screamed out his name as the combination of stimulation from his tongue and gun on your cunt. Your body shook violently, your orgasm wracking your very core.
"Such a good boy," Wesker praised you, using his free hand to grab hold of your hip and pull you against him. "So fucking needy. This is exactly why I love you."
You managed to catch those last few words through your hazy, postorgasmic state. You give him a dazed smile as you lean on him limply. "I love you too, Albert," You say weakly, exhausted and tired.
A slow smile spread across Wesker's face as he heard those three little words fall from your lips.
Without warning, he yanked the gun forcefully out of your pussy, causing you to cry out in surprise. Unphased, he placed the wet tip of the gun against his own lips and slowly drew it in, sucking softly on the metallic surface. His eyes never left yours.
"Mmm," he hummed, closing his eyes in appreciation. "Delicious." Reaching down, he grabbed a nearby towel and began wiping his gun clean. You fall back onto the mattress.
As you drifted off to sleep, you felt a warm weight settle beside you. Opening your eyes lazily, you saw Wesker slide into bed alongside you. Without a word, he wrapped his arm protectively around your waist, drawing you closer to his chest. "My good boy," he whispered softly, stroking a hand through your hair. "You're such a good boy for me." He said lovingly, running his fingers down your cheek before closing his eyes once more. You shift closer to him as you close your eyes too.
(It’s like 2am I couldn’t sleep so here have some random ass head canons of the different personalities of Elliot @edteche2 I hope these hit you in the feels)
Elliot:
His nickname for you are the basic cute ass ones.
Babe, baby, hun.
Like core Elliot is pretty simple on his nicknames for you.
He loves to sit on the sofa with you, talk about the shitty world run by capitalism and mass corporations.
Your head in his lap. His fingers in your hair.
He smokes a joint and you guys just chill.
He loves it.
You guys end up passing out for a while.
He likes to sit with you and do tech things
He’s tried to teach you.
It ended up with you guys banging against his computer desk.
Mr. Robot *this gif gives major mr robot is in control vibes*
Mr robots nicknames for you is simple
Sweetheart
Or doll
That’s it. He calls you one of the two and it depends on his mood towards the world and you.
He is always the one to make the first moves sex wise.
He’s the dominant and oh you are his sub.
It’s a thing you both agreed on when you first realized Elliot had DID.
At the start He was not about you. He didn’t like you taking away from the work he was doing and he wanted you gone.
But you stood up to him, and he flipped a switch and realized
‘Oh okay yeah she’s the one for him’
It’s hard to explain
But it works.
Mastermind:
MM calls you your name.
That’s it
He doesn’t care about pet names.
Though you have heard him, when he assumed you were asleep. Call you his one nickname for you
“My bug”
Because you are the bug in his system. One he never wants to fix because as much as he won’t say it outwardly
You are his safe place. His one true home.
He’ll tell you that one day.
He hopes.
Sex is much slower and you on top
Very touch heavy when he’s in that mood.
It’s rare he is the one to instigate it
But he loves to have his head in your neck and moan in your ear.
HI HELLO I AM NOT DEAD THIS BLOG IS NOT ABANDONED! I just have a mind that jumps around in my hyper fixations. I know it’s techniqully the 15th for us on the east coast but shhhhhh. Anyway enjoy....uhhh whatever this is.
Also in my mind MM is elliot prime because we only ever see MM as Elliot and Fake world Elliot is Elliot core. Anyway have some live letters from our favorites 🥰😘
Elliot *core*
“Hey babe. So I’m writing this because being on call for work means even the stupid holidays like Valentine’s Day mean I get dragged to a downed server room. So I hope this dumb love note suffice any missing me when you wake up. I was gonna try and make breakfast for you but last time I tried. Ended up almost burning the apartment down. So we’re ordering pizza tonight and watching your fav dumb romance movie. Yes I hate it but you love it so it’s worth the almost 2 hours watching the same tropes from every movie ever. Uh I don’t know how to end this. But....I love you. A lot. Krista said telling you was a huge thing in healing and I was freaking a bit but I like writing it. So I know I’ll like saying it. I love you. I, Elliot Alderson, love you. I’ll see you when I get back. We can even cuddle if you want.”
Mr. Robot.
“Hello sweetheart. Fuck me, how did people write shit like this back in the dark ages? Maybe they hoped one of them would die before the letter got back home. It’s Valentine’s Day also known as the day the world buys love at far too high a price. You know how me and the kid are on this kind of thing. Fuck Valentine’s Day, it’s another corporate holiday used to make you buy stupid cheap slave labor made bears and chocolate that’s more sugar and corn syrup then actual chocolate, never mind the children dying to get the smallest fraction of the chocolate that makes even one bar of the sugar goop that stacks the shelves. Anyway. I guess I’m just saying I won’t be here when you wake up, because F society calls. But I’ll be back tonight. Just some routine plans that need some kinks worked out. Maybe I’ll grab a stupid heart shaped pizza and we can watch a stupid movie. Till then...”
MM. aka Elliot prime
“Hello friend....well we’re so much more then friends now right? I mean you sleep next to me in bed, you help me when the emotions build to be too much. Sorry about that. I’m trying to handle it better. But with shayla gone and everything going into chaos, the normal routine is a bit bugged. Do you know what a bug is? What it does really? Bugs help the systems learn, help them kill or embrace problems. I know I don’t say much about what you are to me, a friend, a sex partner, a small comfort in a broken world. No. Your my bug. The thing that could kill or fix me. The thing that I tried so hard to delete but never could. The thing trapped in the blank CD right next to....never mind. Today’s Valentine’s Day. It’s early though, youre asleep. You always say how you hate today, it’s all about buying love, but you also had tabs stared in your laptop about cute things to do for your partner now that the world is collapsing. I didn’t mean to see them. I grabbed your laptop by mistake. I tried to figure out what would make you happy today, do I buy you something expensive that you’ll never want to wear out in fear of it being stolen? Or do I try and cook for you, and burn our apartment down? Our apartment....Krista would call me saying that progress, maybe it is. Maybe me thinking about wanting to give you something for a stupid made up day is progress too. I’m writing this because I have to go help darlene with things for a bit. But I’ll be back tonight. Maybe we can watch a movie, I think the pizza place down the street is doing a special for the fake love day, maybe I’ll grab one for us. I’ll see you later though. Happy fake love day to you my bug.”
[sup. So this came from the gifs attached idk it was in my brain. I hope you enjoy. @edteche2 I just really love MM okay shhhh]
The way He kissed you was always breath stopping, as if the earth stopped slowed so much but your head could never keep up with the feeling of it.
Your head spun, toes curled, eyes shut. Needing more but him always pulling away, your body moving towards his again in attempt to get one more second of the seeming addictive feel from when he pressed his mouth to yours.
This was different then when Elliot had kissed you
when you first met him as some secretary in a soul sucking cyber security job, he was a white hat hacker, and you met him the night he smashed the server room into bits of unretrivable code and systems.
He was fired and the people who had locked him inside for a long weekend with no actual knowledge of if he would be able to figure a way out, or even care if he did, they were tasked with sensitivity and bullying training. You watched them escort Elliot to his desk, pack his things and walk him out.
That was when you decided. You stood up your chair slamming into the wall behind you, everyone turned to the noise, Elliot and the man walking him stopped turned and before you could think you had picked your computer monitor up, and slammed it to the floor, following with the landline, and appointment book you kept for your asshole of a boss.
Finishing with a quick throw of your keyboard at the next closest wall you walked out, hearing your now ex boss screaming at you to come back but you didn’t.
You had met Elliot outside the building, the security had grabbed your bag and coat and together you stood at the bus stop.
You had started laughing and couldn’t stop yourself, he must have thought you were a basket case. But he slowly joined in, his laugh a slow, even chuckle.
“I don’t know why....I did that. I just. Had too. Ya know. The assholes who lock a guy just doing his job, in a server room for god knows how many days, and they get a slap on the wrist, while you get fired it just.” You looked at him shaking your head
“Sorry, I swear beyond this I’m pretty normal.” He smiled at you a tiny crooked half lift of his lips but it was there.
Somehow it had ended up with you under him in his bed, one hand holding your face, the other keeping your leg up around his waist.
He sounded beautiful, his moans low and almost too quiet to hear, his lips on yours, it was as if this was all either if you would ever need...
But this wasn’t Elliot kissing you. No. This was Someone built inside to protect your Elliot, like mr robot who you had met many times, and when he had asked how, how did you know, you had answered simply,
‘Your eyes, Elliot, unless he’s baked off his ass or were fucking, he can’t really look me in the eye longer then a few seconds. But you look me dead, right in the face. No issues. That’s how’
If this Elliot ever asked you, how? How did you know it wasn’t Elliot, you would answer just as simply
“How you kiss me. It’s....it’s like you’re afraid I’ll shove you away, or you’ll hurt me if our lips touch. You wait for me to kiss you back before you fully commit. Elliot is....different....Not better or worse. Just different”
So these are the differences I see in elliot and MM who I do thinks name is actually Elliot. Like how mr robots name is ‘mr robot’ because that’s what Elliot calls him but he never corrects Krista or anyone so it’s assumed that’s his name. So I think MMs name to his is Elliot as well. But that’s a whole other thing. I hope the anon who asked likes this I tried friend.
First: MM
He is much more closed off to touch, to people, to everyone. He is very very touch sensitive. Because I think MM is a trauma holder so he remembers the feeling of what their dad did. So being touched is just a reminder.
MM is much more cynical about the world. I don’t think he sees much good in it at all. I think he sees small pockets of decency but it’s rare.
He needs Krista. Needs her more then anyone else because she is his one place where he can say and feel anything. Because Krista is a therapist it’s what she does. She helps. And Mm sees Elliot and himself in her. As he says in the first season. “I want a way out of loneliness just like you”
MM is lonely, he doesn’t have friends, he has people who are elliots friends, but not really his. We see that with how he acts with Angela, and the small bits we get of how they were before he joined allsafe. And Mm is just slightly off on what they all remember.
MM has Schizoid personality disorder it’s in the way he acts, his lack of emotional range, him not really getting signals of people.
MM is different. But not so different it’s noticeable. It’s just like someone mentally moved the couch 1 inch to the left and now everyone is ramming into it.
Now. Core Elliot.
He I think, from the small scene we saw of him, the one on Halloween when Mm first came to be. I think he was a sort of normal cyber security guy.
He talked about how much the govt sucked, he maybe had an Instagram to follow on what Darlene and Angela were doing but he never posted.
He had a Facebook but he deleted it after he realized how dumb it was. He was normal.
He smoked a lot of weed to keep himself calm, he’s like Mm but way more chill. He seemed to have a strained sort of relationship with Darlene but not one so bad it was weird.
He was normal. Well as normal as he could be. He questioned if Darlene was still having panic attacks so it’s implied he probably has them. Not knowing the reason but having the feelings of it.
I think Elliot core is much more open to sex, he’s not a tinder guy but he’d hook up with someone. The rare one time a year he wanted to go out.
He loves Angela, like he loved her through and through. And Mm took that small part of Elliot and kept it I think.
Core Elliot was for all things a normalish computer hacker. He hacked his friends and anyone he wanted. He wasn’t all about world domination and saving the masses but he would talk about it.
I think before the event that brought MM to the world I think Elliot was not normal, but he faded into the background he didn’t want to be seen he liked his work as a white hat and that was that.
He maybe talked to a few people but he was content with his invisible status.
I think after the events of season 4 it took him longer to process that he was in control, and now is in therapy to understand what happened to him, the year he was gone.
He works on his relationship with darlene, and they become close, like they were when it was MM at the hold.
It’s hard, it’s not easy, but Darlene is his anchor to helping him through things.
I think Elliot, finds someone, maybe in a group therapy that his therapist suggests to help him branch out and talk to more people in a safe environment.
And over time they sort of help each other. Maybe Elliot and this person get married years and years down the line maybe they don’t. But I think Elliot tries to be better, to become himself again.
But MM, Mr robot, young him and mother are always there in case he needs them. When something is a little too much and none of his steps from therapy work. He has them. And he learns to be okay with that.
Core Elliot is a lot like MM but small differences, small things that are noticeable to Darlene and others now.
Core Elliot is like MM but more open to certain things that MM wasn’t. Like touch, Elliot doesn’t like to be touched but he doesn’t always shove people away, relationships, he can see the good in some people. Still hates the corruption but he knows not everyone is evil.
Core Elliot is and was just a normal, awkward, mentally ill hacker, socially awkward and not good with people per say, but he tried at times.
In a way I think he sees he needed MM, even if he doesn’t know why just yet, he knows he needed MM to help him. Just like how Mr robot was always in his corner to make sure no one fucked with him.
Core Elliot and MM are vastly different but also eerily similar. MM is all of elliots inner traits heightened and forced to the surface.
They both need the other.
So I hope this is okay on what you wanted anon. I tried my best because in my opinion MM and Elliot are vastly different but eerily similar because MM is just all of elliots inner traits brought to the surface. MM is all the traits Elliot core had to mask to seem normal in the real world.
