I Don't Acknowledge Your Authority

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Surprise muthafucka, you thought you had seen the last of me?!

There is no end to my bullshit, only brief pauses!

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The recent Death Metal Planet update gave me ideas.

Necrosis themed stuff under a cut, it will get spicy.

- Death has something of a praise kink. Probably brought on from his turbulent and abusive upbringing, there is a desire to be praised and shown affection, to be rewarded for his efforts.

- Fire and Fear may not readily pick up on this, but Mortis, having known Death the longest, is well aware of this need and is keen to indulge it when given the opportunity.

- Often sessions to sate this need places Mortis in the dominant role, and Death in a more submissive one. Often in these cases Mortis will be seated in Death’s lap, riding him, or Death will top, but Mortis will be guiding his actions.

- Mortis rewards him with gentle caresses and praise, pulling him close and whispering gentle encouragement in his ear.

- At times the sessions that play more heavily into Death’s desire for adulation end up with Death sucking Mortis’ cock. The lieutenant caresses his un-helmeted head, watching him attentively all the while, uttering encouragement and of course saying what a good job he’s doing.

- Part of sating Death’s need for praise may border into worship. Mortis may give gentle kisses and caresses during foreplay, often starting with them locking in a passionate kiss that turns to reverent attention that travels down his neck and chest, uttering his name against his skin and words of praise. Sometimes this alone is enough to get Death hard. Mortis peppers kisses between his thighs, his tongue swiping over taught greened skin before sucking him off.

- Sometimes Mortis may tease outside of their personal sessions, a brush across the back of the neck here, and complimenting his work there.

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There needs to be more appreciation for Judge Fenris and Mimir. Look at these two, we got a whole undead werewolf and an undead cyclops and no one gives a shit.

LOOK AT THEM.

FENRIS IS LITERALLY JUDGE WOLF. HE IS A PSYCHIC, UNDEAD WEREWOLF.

Why does no one give a shit?

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Thoughts regarding Death and his lieutenants. Under a cut due to spice.

Its not uncommon for Death to catch his lieutenants slipping up with their work; missing a handful of sinners escaping a room, skipping over an obvious hiding place for survivors. It sets back their task, he knows, but punishment is hardly befitting of the situation.

As immense as their task is, Death has come to expect burnout- from himself, and from his lieutenants. Though finding reprieve from the constant surveillance of the Mega City and Psi Division is difficult, he manages to find some place out of the way; somewhere the cameras cannot see them, where the Psi’s do not tend to probe. While Death does tend to favor helping his lieutenants all at once, at times it is best to give more personal attention to each one alone.

Fire tends to be the one who is higher maintenance, needy as he is.  Preferably Death enjoys putting his favorite fiery lieutenant on his back, riding him fast and hard to give Fire that intensity which he craves so much. However, sometimes Fire flips him over, pinning him down, tucking Death’s legs up against his chest so he can dictate the pace instead. However, Death hardly minds this- whether he is riding Fire’s cock, or Fire has him pinned to fuck him senseless, Death thoroughly enjoys their sessions. However, the most rewarding times spent with his fiery lieutenant are those when Death is on his back, pinned with his legs up and wrapped around Fire’s back while he is bottomed out within him- his forehead touching Death’s as he swiftly rolls and bucks his hips into him over and over.

Close behind, surprisingly, is Fear. Being the one who tends to have the most anxiety regarding his performance in their group, Death tends to take more time with him. He soothes those fears that he is not keeping up with the rest of them with gentle kisses and caresses, whispering soft reassurances to him.Death prefers riding Fear’s cock, much like he does with Fire, being the power bottom he is. However, he tends to move slower, less interested in sheer intensity as he is more focused on affection. Usually he sits on Fear’s lap, holding him close and letting his jaw rest on Fear’s shoulder.

Mortis is the lowest maintenance of the group, but not by much. Though Death does his best to not pick favorites in front of his lieutenants, he tends to divide his attention between Fire and Mortis the most, the latter only slightly more so than Fire. His sessions with Mortis tend to be a mix between loving affection and intensity. though he tends to take things a little slower with Mortis, the intensity is drawn out in the way he lets his lieutenant burn under his touch- knowing well enough after decades of being together what gets his attention and gets him flustered. Death savors the sessions where he tops Mortis, as his sheep-skulled lieutenant enjoys being dominated and being on bottom the most.

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TFW you’re a month late to finding out that there’s a Visions story where Judge Fire got himself stuck in Deadworld horny jail.

Also, interesting method of imprisonment there, Death.

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I’m not sure why Fire is slav squatting his way through this new episode of Deliverance but I’m all for it.

You be you, evil fire gremlin.

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Just gonna gush about the best undead in the whole deliverance story so far under a cut

His little dance in this part, oh my god.

Whisper, baby, what are you doing.

What is this.His little peace dance is adorable. It’s a shame it doesn’t really do anything, but still, good effort there you sapient flower crown.

Also, mood.

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Judge Mortis: *Gets shot in the head and sealed in gold paint* Also Judge Mortis:

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Also him just being all “life is against my AESTHETIC” and “You cured my ennui!”

I’m over here in a mix of chef’s kiss and laughing.I want to see someone try and get on him about his garden or that statue he made out of a guy having poor aesthetic and see him come back with “No, YOU have poor aesthetic!” and rot them.

I also kind of want to know what’s going on with Gargon and Mortis, they seem close.

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Judge Mortis: *Gets shot in the head and sealed in gold paint* Also Judge Mortis:

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Some Fuego and Mortis ideas again under a cut. A whole box of ghost peppers got dumped into the salsa this time.

This could take place as part of that AU idea where Mortis gets hit with the Psi curse, or it could be when the Lieutenants are in the process of being turned one at a time. Either way it occurs when Mortis visits Fuego while he’s undercover or starting to prepare himself for his own transformation. Mortis knows that Fuego is going to be next in line to be turned undead, and decides to let Fuego in on some new things he would be experiencing once the ritual was complete- Psychic abilities, especially.

“Perhapsss it would be prudent to practice sssome bassic exercisssess, to make the transssition eassier.” He offers while they’re alone in the room that Fuego calls his within the base. It starts simply enough, some push and pull with Mortis coaching Fuego on how to keep him out. Fuego does his best to erect blocks against what is little more than some gentle prodding from Mortis, at least for someone who is not a Psi.It is more an effort of will on Fuego’s part than any true talent or power. Even so, Mortis watches as he starts to improve, that competitive streak in him is perfect in motivating Fuego to keep practicing- if only in the hopes to perhaps be able to overpower him once he turns undead. At some point Fuego manages to get competent enough for Mortis to propose a challenge to see if he can manage to keep his focus without being distracted. Fuego of course is confident, enough so that he accepts his challenge. It starts simply enough, a drag of Mortis’ claw over his shoulders to make him shiver- but hardly from the cold. Mortis’ efforts to play a bit dirty with Fire turn from touches to a kiss on the neck, cold breath on his ear. Most of the time the undead lieutenant manages to win out until Fuego gets wise to what he’s doing, but at the same time he doesn’t want it to stop either.

It does something for him, perhaps becomes something of a turn on. What started as some simple training becomes an intimate game of seeing how long he can go before the other Lieutenant flusters him to the point of losing focus. Before long, Fuego finds himself pinned under Mortis, his legs wrapped around the other’s hips, his hands restrained above his head with one of his claws while the other pins him down by his chest. It’s difficult to focus when he’s being pressed into the bed with every roll of the other’s hips, but he’s managing to fend off whatever psychic prodding Mortis is somehow effortlessly throwing his way. But Mortis’ efforts are not only simple attempts to poke around his mind, they promise him things- all encompassing bliss, to be enveloped in a pleasant haze of ecstasy, if he only lowers his guard. “Oh no... You’re not getting me that easy. You’re going to have to do more than that.” Fuego grins up at the sheep skull looming less than an inch from his nose. He might be flushed red, sweating from everything Mortis is doing, but he’s not going to let him win their game. But as he’s looking at him, there is a sense that something is going on within those empty eye sockets, a mischievousness intent that is felt more than seen. “Asss you wissh.” He replies simply, a grin evident in his tone. Before Fuego realizes it, his fellow Lieutenant rocks himself in deep, slowly, deliberately grinding into him. In only a few motions he feels those barriers he’s tried to hold up crumble away, and he falls slack under Mortis, toes curling and his body arching up into him. All he can muster is a softly whispered “Damn you.” with a smile on his lips, before he surrenders completely and feels as the undead judge makes good on his promise. The Lieutenant leans in to bury his skull against his neck with a pleased hum, still rocking against the mortal lieutenant and savoring the small, pleased noises he makes. His head tilts, and cool breath hisses against Fuego’s ear. “Ssseemsss I win.”

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Some ideas regarding Mortis and Fuego (otherwise known as human Fire). Ghost peppers under the cut.

Sometimes Mortis cannot pluck Fuego away to somewhere more secluded and must make do with a room that is not occupied, but close enough by to other people that they might be heard- especially when he’s working undercover. In these situations he’ll clamp a hand over Fuego’s mouth to muffle him, but it may as well be his face in general from the size of his mitts.

However Mortis tends to be noisy as well, and often tries to muffle himself by burying his snout in Fuego’s neck.

With Fuego being over a foot shorter than Mortis’s undead form, he often finds himself getting bent into interesting angles during their sessions together. So far Mortis seems to really enjoy pinning Fuego onto his back, legs pushed up until his knees are against his chest and his hands pinned above his head. He finds it to be a great angle for pressing him down and grinding into him until Fuego can’t see straight.

Alternatively, Mortis finds a good place to pin Fuego and suck him off while muffling him by sitting on his face.

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I have ideas again, beware.

More FirexFearxMortis flavor under the cut, liberal amounts of ghost peppers have been dumped in.

Some stuff regarding the lieutenants if they’re alone without Death.

While Mortis often offers to be the middle when the lieutenants decide to have a three way, Fire is known to push in when he is feeling especially needy.

Fire tends to be overeager, needy. He’ll push his hips back against Fear when insisting to be in the middle, and shoot a smoldering look at Mortis, a tongue of flame flicking out to swipe over his teeth.

While Mortis tends to be good at working Fire and Fear at once during their sessions, Fire tends to make the sessions shorter through the sheer intensity he tends to ask from Mortis and Fear. In a sense he is like a second Death when it comes to sex.

When it comes to the three of them having their sessions without Death, Fear tends to be the one who may dictate pace if one seems to be moving too quickly for his liking. He’ll grasp the other’s hips, anchoring them down to slow his partner, and send some soothing sensations across their psychic link to calm them down. Their sessions should not be rushed, he thinks. It is a time for bonding and boosting morale, the needs of all three of them should be considered.

At times when it is too difficult to attempt a three way in the form a spitroast, or one lieutenant is feeling especially needy, one lieutenant will top from behind, holding the other while the third lieutenant rides the one in the middle.

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Spiced Wine under the cut

Of course there’s going to be a spicy version, that’s what this blog is for.

Morale drops significantly in the bottle, while the lieutenants are somewhat thankful that they are not separated like they had when encased in glaseen, the low spirits within the bottle begin to spiral between the three.

Mortis considers the idea of possibly returning to some old habits from home- their more intimate means of boosting camaraderie between themselves. They have no corporeal forms to use, but still can perform the act psychically in spirit form.

Fear admits that it would be nice to enact the closeness that they felt during their time back home, but otherwise is wary of PJ coming down into the cellar and interrupting them to shake the bottle. Fire however had been longing for an opportunity for years, surveillance and psi’s be damned -they could watch so much as he cared. He jumps at Mortis’ offer, quickly taking the lead. His presence presses up against Mortis’ own, caressing, roaming over the other that he knew by heart, however rotten it was.

Mortis leans into it, wanting badly to lose himself with Fire after years of vigilance, yet does not allow the other to go any further just yet, preferably he would rather the three of them participate at once. Fear is the only one sitting out, uncertain about whether it was wise to attempt this during their current imprisonment. Mortis points out this may be the only chance they have as the next time they may be imprisoned they would be put back into separate crystals. It would be best, he thinks, that they take full advantage of being trapped in the bottle together.

Fear considers this briefly, his own yearning overcomes the worry of being found by PJ and he joins Fire and Mortis. Their presences intertwine, sensations of gentle, soft caresses and fluttering kisses flow between the three among feelings of bliss. All three of them are adrift upon the high feeling, comforting waves of pleasure looping between them. For a while they are no longer trapped in the bottle in the depths of a dark cellar, they are back on Deadworld, everything is well and right, they are together like they had been back home.

And then PJ shakes the bottle.

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Thinking about what the three lieutenants were doing to pass the time while waiting to be freed from that wine bottle after the events of Day of Chaos.

Not really spicy, but under a cut anyway since that’s how this blog is.

Initially the three argue a bunch, pointing fingers about who may have caused PJ to double cross them. In the end they agree to disagree regarding the whole argument- completely avoiding the fact that all three of them probably were to blame for the outcome of their situation and that everyone in the city knew who they were.

Fear probably offers the idea that they try and push the bottle off the shelf and break it. At first Fire and Mortis say no, it is a silly idea... until they decide that it is silly enough to try, They manage to wiggle the bottle off the shelf but it doesn’t shatter. PJ puts them back, but not after shaking them a whole bunch.

There is a very short game of “I Spy”, Fire is the one to start it, but Mortis ends it after Fear keeps I-spying the wall.

Mortis comes up with the idea to try and fool PJ into opening the bottle by making it look like there is less Dark Judge mist in there, to make him wonder if any of them had escaped. It would have worked if Fire did not try to rush the cork the moment PJ’s hand came near it. The shakening is suffered once again.

At this point Fear brings up Deadworld, how this whole campaign to purge Mega City One was a mistake, and they should have never come here. Fire and Mortis reluctantly agree and talk about how nice home was.

They figure out there is still some wine at the bottom of the wine bottle and try to drink it. They fail and lament.

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Some day, when i get a big enough hoard of Dark Judge ship posts, I’m gonna let this junk be found by the search function and watch everyone Die Madtm

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Some stuff regarding Whisper and Fear under a cut, since there seems to be some possibilities there. Of course there’s spice.

I’m going by the possibility that Whisper survives this storyline long enough to see the four reform from atoms -if possible. Either that or this is an AU where Whisper is around long enough to get actually acquainted with the three beyond a “Hi, I’m Whisper, what are we killing today?”

Whisper inevitably finds out about the ‘morale boosting’ sessions Death and his lieutenants have. Probably he is not invited immediately since his ability and loyalty is still being questioned, and because Death is not particularly close to him

It is tempting to ‘listen in’ on them, siphoning off the echoes of their own pleasure for himself, being an empath. Whisper probably is careful about it, making sure he does not get caught.

At some point he gets too into it and one of the lieutenants -probably Fear- notices. He does not tell the others about it, but goes to settle his suspicions about Whisper himself. He spent the most time with Whisper before his change to being a dark judge, and the both of them are considered odd in their own ways; Whisper is on a cusp between death and undeath, Fear is often difficult to read and understand- or so I can tell from the comics.

However Fear is not out to squash Whisper’s behavior, and Whisper admits his own interest in their activities. Initially starting as a curiosity it grew into the newest recruit wanting to be a part of it, but incapable due to his relationship with the rest. Fear humors him, offering a personal session between the both of them to feel things out.

Whisper accepts, and not too long after their conversation, Fear gets him alone, somewhere secluded away from Death, the other two lieutenants, and any other death cultists on Planet Thanatos.

Fear takes things slow with Whisper, though it is difficult to withhold his eagerness as he eases Whisper into things; the way the plant life had changed Whisper’s host is especially intriguing. Sensitive blooms curl at his touch and send shivers down the other’s form with every gentle caress, before long Whisper is laid back against Fear’s chest, his remaining eye closed in bliss as he grinds back against the gentle rolling motion of the lieutenant’s hips. Gnarled claws tenderly entangle themselves in the blooms growing on his head, caressing and massaging with a careful gentleness.

For the first time in a long while, Whisper’s mind is filled with an nearly overwhelming, amplified sense of blissful satisfaction, rolling over him in waves.

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Got thinking about Judge Whisper, sticking it under a cut because it might be spicy. Also might be spoilers for anyone following Death and Whisper screwing around in space.

It was elaborated that his flowers had some sort of rudimentary nervous system going on in there, and he could feel pain when his blooms were snipped. I wonder if maybe he could feel other stuff with them; pressure, temperature, etc.

Would he feel good if someone caressed the flowers growing on him, maybe gently run their fingers through the blooms?

The flower judge has me wondering about how much got changed about him when his host was integrated with the flowers from Death’s garden.