#thornheeled

[haelens]

      “I never got into that sort of thing, though I am quite fond of the principle.” Subjugation. Domination. CONTROL. Every girl’s dream, after all. “TELL ME MORE.”

@thornheeled || SMALL PATROL.

[kaljln]

@thornheeled    —  STARTER CALL.

she definitely didn’t look like your run-of-the-mill monster,  neither did she act like one,  lashing those pathetically weak heroes over and over again like it was nothing.  a demon level threat in the flesh.  but he couldn’t possibly respect her fighting methods,  not one goddamn bit. a villain, who let others do her bidding.  ugh.  eyes peer at the dominatrix as she conducts her sadistic display of horrors,  the group of ex-heroes flocking around one of their comrades,  tearing him to shreds in a matter of mere seconds.  DISGUSTING. ❛   take the whip away,  and what’s left,  besides a pretty face ?   ❜ words that cut through the horrifyingly loud noises coming the class-b hero,  as the human monster lands softly right in front of the other.

[wcnderwitcha]

                    “ levitation is more of a pain than you think. one minute, i’m napping on my couch. the next, i’m cuddling my ceiling fan.” it happens all the time, a problem of hers since her magic first manifested. “ ceilings are NOT comfortable, i’m telling you. “ 

                      a grin tugs at her lips. she’s never had anyone to talk to about the little troubles her magic causes. it’s . . . . nice. “ don’t get me STARTED on the hair glowing. it’s why i can’t read in public. I can’t chance reading a funny part and found out because my hair started to mimic the sun. “

@thornheeled

[mxgicalheathen-moved]

@thornheeled Continued from here

Now. Normally whenever some crazy event happened to been going on around the city, the girl did not really interrupt it in any way. Unless it has anything to do with her, of course. But this time? This time was different. She had a very weird idea the moment she saw that female that has been controlling the demons so far. Or the monsters that have been setting the city aflame. 

Without thinking much about the fact that this might look stupid, she decided to sneak up to the woman speaking to the crowd of the shitty sheep in front of her (that’s how Kayos views humans anyway.). And so she did. approaching her without making any noise what so ever. She actually hovered close using her flight that’ way she did not need to even touch the ground long enough to cause any ruckus. 

The moment she understood that the operation was highly successful, a very mischievous grin found its way on the girl’s mouth as she looked at the toned figure of the one controlling the monsters. Goddang she was sexy as all hell. No. She can’t possibly resist the urge. And so she extends her hand and openly gropes the woman by her backside.

A wave of satisfaction comes over her entire being, as she proceeds to smack the other’s ass as hard as she can without causing any damage. Funny to think that nobody managed to notice that up till now, but the sound this woman made was highly entertaining. “Commanding bitch, but has a cute side to her. I so fucking dig that.” She said that out loud didn’t she. Oh well

[umbracado-blog]

Somehow, and this is the strangest somehow she’s ever considered, mind you, but somehow, the ‘Monster Palace’ being a… fetish house didn’t seem that out of pocket. It’s not that she had much experience with this sort of thing, but the laws of probability were always with the tide. The product of pumping her pay grade into missing persons up from lost cats and picked pockets, probably.

  She got the name of the joint from some poor souls claiming to be ‘lucky enough’ to survive with their minds intact. Said they’d been lured in by ‘some sort of siren or- deity with a power inhuman’. Sincerely, it was the story that drew the young woman in, the life of the man still lost was secondary. Eh, that sounded bad.

    “Hey, is there anyone I can talk to here?” There’s a woman sitting behind a desk, someone she hopes is a secret- No. No, she’s wearing a ball-gag. Zelda pulls her hood off and presses a hand to her heart as she apologizes for the inconvenience. “Let you get back to it, ma’am.”

Deeper into the heart of the beast, then. Hoping to find someone unoccupied, she peeked past curtains and into ajar doorways- She invaded privacy and earned herself appropriate notes of psychological wear-and-tear in return for her efforts. It’s- Eh, it’s shaping up to be quite the daunting task. Or, ha, was. Was shaping up to be so. The introduction of a man- a business man by the state of his suit and tie- crawling into a closing, heart-stained door, gave the girl hope. 

  Hope that the owner of the thorn-spiked leash around his throat wasn’t wearing a ball-gag… or adverse to the idea of an impolite guest. A siren she could deal with, a deity might be trouble, but a pissed-off domme? Ha! As if life weren’t short enough already.

@thornheeled | [ once upon a time i was falling in love ]

[majimaaa]

@thornheeled.  //  continued from: [ x. ] 

       The woman wore a belted harness, a lot of o-rings, and not much else.  A few scant wedges of vinyl adhered to her more dangerous curves with the skin-tight devotion of freshly popped chewing gum -- taut, shiny, barely enough to keep the imagination engaged -- and the tops of her sleek black stockings pressed subtle divots in the long silhouettes of her thighs. 

       Majima wondered how she kept that little silver ring centered around her navel, and how she managed to sneak up on him in those heels.  Standing over the fallen form of a man in a ripped rayon shirt, bat raised over his head in both hands, it occurred to him that he might have gotten a little carried away -- enjoying himself a little too much.  Chest heaving, eyes alight, lips smeared in a madman’s grin, he froze mid-swing, the business end of the bat hovering just above the downed man’s left temple.

       “Awww, ain’t nobody gettin’ killed, sis!  Just educated.  All’s I’m askin’ for is a little respect.”  The man emitted a thin, incoherent whimper.  Majima squatted carelessly on his chest.  “-- A little common courtesy, know what I’m sayin’?  Let’s say ya let someone into your house.  Ya clothe ‘em and feed ‘em out of the kindess of your heart.  Then ya find out they been pissin’ in your cereal every morning.  Well now, that just ain’t right, is it?”  He jabbed the pommel of the bat into the man’s ribs and smiled.  “... Who’re you, anyway?  And what’d I do to deserve the peep show?”  

[maskeir-blog]

“ i’m a big fan of your name ”

❛   great.  because it’ll be the last thing your foul lips will utter,  before i cut you down.   ❜

[ofsteelandstardust]

@thornheeled // CONT FROM X

“Awfully noble of you to give me an out,” he replies with a low amused chuckle. “Especially since you were so determined to convert me from the beginning. If it weren’t for the fact I know you hate heroes with a passion, I’d say you planned the whole thing. Well, you hate most heroes. For a nobody, you always seemed awfully fond of me.”

He gazes at her hand. It appears clean and soft, having only the smallest of from the repetitive motion of flicking her whip. Her words are sharp and serious and her overall composure isn’t any different, except for the slightest of trembles in her hand. Could she be shaking in anticipation? Excitement? Nervousness? Maybe a mix of all three...

“You’re right, it won’t end with revenge. We must dismantle the system that created the issue in the first place. We must take down the Hero Association. I plan to get my revenge and to show the world the consequences of underestimating me.”

Eyes changing color, becoming a familiar black and pink - he echoes her power back at her, not as a threat, but rather a confirmation of their allegiance. With the faintest of smiles, he helps her steady her hand. “There’s no going back for me. I consumed half of a monster cell and I’m now capable of grander things. Incredible things. Should I show you what I can do? Or should we find a hero first?”