my beloved @monstrousfreedom tagged me back in april for this one and it is. so. stinkin. cute.
picrew here.
tagging: @sparatus @spaceouttatime @thetrashbagswasteland @teamdilf @writernopal @tabswrites @liv-is @vacantgodling @void-botanist @fenrir-kin and leaving it open PLEASE it's so cute i would tag everyone if it was at all practical lmao
anyway have my main gorls
left to right, top to bottom: atria, dillon, frankie, and jane
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Between a Rock and a Hard Place, Interlude IV: House Edge
Mandibles tight to his face, Kadmos grabbed one of the chairs in front of his desk and spun it around to face them. His eyes cut back to Faus as he pointed to the seat. “Sit.”
“No, thank you, sir, I’m good standing all the way over here with my bones unbroken.”
A low rumble filled the room. “Sit. Down. Mr. Domiril,” Kadmos bit out. “Or so help me, I’ll have Pyro put you in this chair.”
Only the big hand landing on Faus’s shoulder kept him from hitting the ceiling, but when he turned his head to look — there was dark blue blood still drying on the knuckledusters looped around its fingers, and more coated the copper-plated hand like a mottled glove. One day he’d learn to trust his gut, preferably before someone spilled his guts on the ground. Warm breath puffed across the back of his neck as a deep voice purred, “Make my day, pretty bird.”
Faus rather liked his face not beaten to burger meat and his body not fed to varren or vorcha or whatever assorted nasties Kadmos had waiting to dispose of evidence. There was a rumor floating around that the Cassis were cannibals, and he didn’t feel like fucking around enough to find out the truth.
Rima, naturally, proving more and more that she very much belonged with this family, sank gracefully into the other chair. Her gown fell open at her hip when she crossed her legs — blood, it looked like blood sliding down a pale bone blade, freshly removed from an unwilling sacrifice to complete some dark, forbidden ritual. Crow’s sudden appearance beside her didn’t help matters, perching on the desk to play with an actual blade as if they weren’t ready to tear out each other’s throats less than half an hour ago.
from Between a Rock and a Hard Place, Chapter 20: Dissent/Descent
I held my tongue. I couldn’t think of a reply that wouldn’t cut him deeper than the world already had. He was bleeding enough.
price
from Blinding Neon, Shades of Grey, Chapter 5: Hunger
“One comped meal per shift rotation, half price otherwise.” After successfully locating a parking spot that isn’t too much of a hike from the back entrance, the only way to access the secret upper floor apartments from outside the Plex, Foxy leans back to grab his jacket from the backseat and pretends not to notice her eyes raking up the long line of his abdomen, then freezing on the pistol shoved in his waistband. That’s right, detective, he purrs internally. I don’t trust you either. “But if you were so inclined, I’ve been told I make a damn fine grilled cheese.”
passage
from Between a Rock and a Hard Place, Chapter 13: Family, or Something Like It
‘Our?’ I searched the shadowy passage for her backup and spotted two other teens slowly creeping up to join the fray. One, a short brown girl with glasses two sizes too big and hip-length dreads hiding most of her face, summoned a small purple drone. She looked even smaller than me, which was saying something, or maybe it was the oversized hoodie she was also drowning in. See? Just another shaft rat in my brother’s hand-me-downs. The other — tall, blonde, and scowling — stuck to the shadows, not that it did her any good; she was pale enough even the low light of the mine shaft made her glow like a vengeful ghost.
shift
from The Unlikely Adventures of Bitchface and Go F*ck Yourself, Chapter 9: Mother of Mercy, Daughter Divine
And there was a big fucking demon filling what space she couldn’t, preventing her from shifting away from the literal thorn in her side lest she shift into the proverbial one — him.