#conflxgration

So thanks to someone who suggested electric play as a kink in my askbox, I had to actually look some things up. 

What I found and was thinking was that because everything related to nerves is based around electricity, given the synapses in the brain, that orga as a lightning mage could in theory send tiny shocks through a person, stimulating their body and essentially sending signals to their brain based on the way they traveled...

So he could, in theory, do everything from relax his partner to bring the to climax in an instant by sending the signals to the brain to cause a release of all the pleasure senses. 

Oh yeah, Orga is definitely one to bring his partner into heat and make their tongue hang out and eyes roll back. He wants to make their minds go blank because they’re so overwhelmed with lust and pleasure. 

An arrow strikes her heart, shooting an excruciating pain throughout her body as her aura             ｓｈａｔｔｅｒｓ. A hand reaches up to clasp the arrow protruding from her chest, shocked gasps slipping past parted lips. Then, there’s a brilliant flash of light as the Invincible Girl turns to dust.

Pyrrha is enveloped in da̴rkn̸es̨s͝ for a time, awareness of herself absent.

And then . . .  a voice.

A voice that holds the chill of Winter, and she recalls the sensation of being scattered and then brought together again. After that, she is plunged into da̴rkn̸es̨s͝ again.

Now, she wakes.

Immediately upon coming to, she realizes she isn’t quite herself. It’s as if some of the da̴rkn̸es̨s͝ from before has seeped into her, and she’s painfully aware of its presence. And yet, a new part of her embraces it, yearning to further explore it.

A figure in her peripheral vision causes her to sit up from laying on the cold ground. Upon recognizing the woman sitting near her, confusion, but most prominently anger surges through her.

“You.” The word is snarled in a voice she hardly recognizes. She doesn’t push down her gathering fury, though. In fact, she can’t. 

She is rising now, ignoring protesting muscles that have been neglected use. She strides over to the woman, emerald eyes narrowed and burning. Fingers curl into her palms, nails biting into flesh as she barely restrains herself from lashing out. Her sharp words are punctuated as she demands, “What happened to me?”

@ doragunirx | continued from x[火]…

        “All right, then no worries!” Stretching his arm, he grasped his scarf for a moment before a concerned frown crossed his face.

Send me a URL and I’ll write some positivity for it.

Trust me, Freed is not alone in this. They miss their fiance too.

He didn’t seem to understand what his papa was saying to him, so instead Daiki made a small sound to let Laxus know that he heard him while burying his face into Laxus’ neck sleepily. Meanwhile, Toto was reading Emma a bedtime story in her room.

He smiled, gently smoothing Daiki’s hair as booted footsteps made their way to his bedroom.

“You’re tired too, huh? C’mon. Let’s get settled, Toto’ll be here in a lil’ bit.”