#sci fi sword

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slowest artist alive... the skies knew i would be too powerful if i could draw at a reasonable pace........

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im osrry i left my tumblr people starving for twitter

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i was thinking about coil 2.0 today, and i had an idea. what if they're from the same universe/au as hoverboard, sci fi sword, cybertana, and the other futuristic skins? it'd make sense, considering they all have the same future motif. they'd probably come from the usual dystopian city setting, with genetic modification, cloning, ai that kind of stuff. probably a blackrock take over au maybe? they could probably be powerful enough to do it.

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Hallucinations

TW: Gore [technically], descriptions of wounds/bodily injury Nausea and delirium were two things Buster never wanted to experience at the same time. On and off throwing up, having to have his boyfriend, now fiancé, do little tasks for him here and there and being subjected to several hours worth of bedrest was painful. Not in a completely physical way, more so in a mental way. The rocketeer didn't like being huddled up in bed, forced to lie there and stare at the same old same old. Their closet, the various items strewn about and the occasional time Sci would poke his head in to check up on him. Sci was out today, Buster knew this, but that didn't stop the rocketeer from hearing footsteps slowly moving about the apartment. He was laying on his back, eyes focused on the ceiling as he heard someone shuffling about. Only himself and Sci lived in this apartment, the only person with a key was Gold, who would always call or text before showing up. He strained his ears, mind racing with thoughts as the foots grew closer and closer, his heart rate picking up as the thumping in his ears got louder and louder. Buster's rarely felt panic, he's rarely felt such an intense amount of fear. But he felt so fucking vulnerable right, he felt like he couldn't protect himself. He felt tired and weak and out of it. If there was an actual demon in his apartment, he was so fucked right now. He turned his head slowly towards the door, eyes widening as he saw a figure standing there. The faint light from the hallway didn't help. The figure was shadowed, partly lit up by the faint hallway light. No amount of sickness could stop him from realizing who he was seeing. It was his father. It was Zuka. The same fucking man he had gotten killed so many months ago.

The slit in the older demon's throat was wide and gaping, dried crusty blood decorating the man's darkened skin. The stab wound in Zuka's arm was there as well, small lines of old blood sticking to his skin and flacking off slightly. Eyes white and rolled back into his skull, little red veins visible. He didn't talk, but small gurgles escaped from him. Deep little indents could be seen along the sides of his throat, sharp nails had choked him and let those tiny wounds. Buster knew exactly who did that. He knew who did it too. Because it was Buster who got Follower to keep his father. He knew those indents were from Follower's talons. He knew it was Follower who did all of this. His breathing picked up, hitching every so often. His father slowly approached, drawing nearer and nearer until the faint jangling of keys could be heard. Buster's tail perked and he yelled out for his fiancé, screaming and making a small ruckus. In mere minutes, Sci busted into the room in a panic. The figure vanished, Sci hurrying over and taking ahold of Buster's hand and squeezing it to hold his fiancé ground him. Buster just continued to stare after quieting down. Hallucinations aren't something Buster has often, or to be more realistic, something he's really NEVER had. But fuck, why'd he have to see that fucker while he's all out of whack? He hated it, he hated it a lot. But now he's got Sci here. Now he's got his childhood friend now loving fiancé by his side. He's safe now. Safe with his sci fi warrior.

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BUSTERSCI ??????? /nf

X x X - X x X - X x X PHIGHTING! Scibuster | Stimboard

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Goodbye, Starlight.

Only a couple hours had passed after Follower left, the prince feeling a twinge of loneliness creeping into his heart. He gripped his chest, staring down from the balcony attached to his palace. The warmth that enveloped the palace lingered, making the prince sigh contently. Having Follower around was a blessing, it filled his heart, it made him feel like he belonged somewhere. With Follower, he felt complete. Without him, he felt like a part of him was missing. The prince turned off the balcony, reentering the palace with a sigh. He brushed his fingers through his hair as he stepped back into the main area of the palace, a strange twinge buzzing in the back of his head, making him freeze. The twinge seemed to grow stronger, causing the prince to panic. Disregarding his own safety, he sped towards the nursery, fear-filled eyes hidden behind his mask. He needed to check on the star children, he needed to protect them. Reaching the nursery, he shoved the teeth into the lock, fumbling before opening the door and peeking inside. Relief washed over him as he noticed nothing out of the ordinary. His babies were fine, everything was fine. He stepped back, locking up the nursery. The twinge persisted, causing the prince to become uneasy. He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath and relaxed himself, letting his natural senses dull. Everything went silent, and in the stillness, the prince’s tail twitched at the presence of unfamiliar auras. Star held out his hand, his signature rocket launcher materializing within his grasp. He felt tense, a bit scared even. Star could defend himself, yes, but he really wished he had his guardian angel right now. Star made his way towards the garden, biting his bottom lip as he approached the entryway. The doors weren’t opened earlier, he knew they weren’t. Star took a cautious step outside, glancing around while gripping his launcher tightly. “Well, well, well! If it ain’t the prince of the dumbass cosmos!” A voice rang out, one that made Star twitch with anger. He spun around and aimed his rocket launcher at the other blue demon, snarling softly. “I should’ve-!” “Keep ya mouth shut, princey. I have no interest in hearin’ what ya gotta say.” Star was stunned, his mouth hanging open as he stared at Buster, grip tightening on his gear. “Y’know princey... I’ve always thought someone needs to tell ya a thing or two. Tell ya somethin’ I think you’ve been needin’ to hear.” Star bit his lip, letting Buster speak as he thought of a way out of this situation. Star wasn’t ready for what he was about to hear. “Princey, you act all high and mighty! You act like people fuckin’ care about you. But have you ever noticed how NO ONE ever shows up here? How no one seems to bother with your existence, despite them claimin’ to be your friends?” Star bit his lip harder, staring up at Buster as the other spoke. He tried to close his mind, tried to push away the other’s words.

“You really think you’re useful, don’tcha? You’re only useful to this damn palace. Outside of this? You’re nothing. You’re a nobody! You can try your hardest to make yourself known in the lower worlds, but they’re all gonna forget you. This is somethin’ both you and I know.” Star gripped his rocket launcher even tighter, gritting his teeth, eyes stinging. He couldn’t show weakness, not now! Buster was lying, he had to be!

“You don’t know any of them like I do, Buster! They have lives just like me! They can’t always be around me! Just because you’ve got your lapdog of a boyfriend to constantly follow you around doesn’t mean that I have the-” Star was cut off when something blunt hit against his back, making him sputter out a cough and fall forward onto his hands and knees, his rocket launcher clattering to the floor. He tried to bark something out, grunting as a foot pressed down on him. Sci was looking down at him, his sword resting against his shoulder.

“Don’tcha get it, princey? You’re alone. You’re always GOING to be alone. Your friends don’t care about you, your father’s gone. And that angel of yours. Do you think he actually cares about you? He’s playin’ ya for a fiddle, Star! The only thing that feathered freak cares about is that stupid master of his.” Buster smirked, watching the prince grip the carpet below, the way Star’s body began to shake made him beam with pride. “You’re nothin’ to him, Star. When will you realize that?”

Star gripped the carpet tighter, breathing in a sob as he pressed his forehead to the floor. Star had been alone for so many years now. Part of him was trying desperately to push away the words Buster was barking at him, although part of him couldn’t help but believe the other. Believe that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance no one loved him. His friends didn’t care for him, his beloved angel didn’t actually love him. And that last thought swallowed his heart whole, making him sob.

Buster knelt down in front of Star, grabbing his chin with a chuckle. “Oh princey… I’ve missed seeing you cry. But y’know what? Me and Sci are gonna take good care of ya, mkay? We’ll make you understand your place in this world.”

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I don’t even know about this “Forduary”, but i’m still in time ... so : 

A PORTAL FORD

@Forduary​

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My Buster's and Goldkit's relationship is so.... Platonic toxic yaoi, acquaintances w/benefits [Not in the sexual kind]. Like they hate each other They'd rather NOT speak to each other But Gold knows Buster doesn't have a problem with hurting people, that he knows Buster has his ways of "getting what he wants" and uses that to his advantage when it comes to his agent work And in return, Buster and Sci basically have their own private doctor. Free of charge and everything else. Sci's the only fucking NICE one out of these three. Someone help him.