#ultramafiic

Anger festered inside him, like an open wound deep inside his chest. His expression, however, could be described almost as serene, with a smile that made him appear near cherubic. “Say... do you know what it feels like... to have your fingers bent all the way back? What it feels like to have your tendons strain and strain until... snap. I’ve heard it’s... quite... painful.”

“You should have new parents, Mr. “I’m Going To Destroy The Planet Because I Don’t Know How Giant Lava Monsters Work.”“

@ultramafiic

It had happened so fast he barely had any time to process what was happening. It was the middle of the night and he was coming back from a patrol--a very minor one of course--and when he was about to start heading back up Mount Chimney to go back to base he was roughly pulled off the trail, dragged a ways and restrained on the ground. In the midst of the rush, he couldn’t quite tell who was assaulting him.

They murmured among themselves as he could feel one of them patting him down only to pull out his wallet. “Stop-- What--- no, give that ba-” A sharp pain hit his head, causing him to cry out.

“Shut up, or I’ll slice that tongue right out of your mouth,” one of the figures said lowly, pulling his head up a little by his hair and baring a knife at him so dangerously close he almost felt like he could feel the coldness coming off the steel. This was a man he figured and probably the one calling the shots; the smell of cigarettes burned at his eyes and made them water. Adrian tensed at the threat, his eyes widening at the sight of the blade so close to his face. He was quiet then, and his head was shoved back into the dirt then. Pain throbbed against his skull as he lay there helplessly. The other two fanned out the cash inside the wallet. “That it? Shit,” he man muttered. He slammed his boot into Adrian’s back, causing the Magma to give a grunt.

“‘Ey, what’s with this get-up anyways?”

“Likely one of those Magmas.” There were more murmurs and then a chuckle from the leader.

“That’s just fine, that just means he isn’t gonna go squealing to the cops after this. Isn’t that right?” He pressed the heel of his boot into Adrian’s back, effectively prodding him. He was shaking, too frightened to even attempt a reply. “Wouldn’t want to end up arrested himself after all..” The man leaned down, gripping Adrian’s hair again, causing him to hold his breath in anticipation of whatever pain he was going to be inflicted on him. “Say, since this one didn’t get us much, how about we have a bit of fun hm?” 

It started with something cloth being shoved in his mouth, as the leader decided to put out his cigarette on the side of his head. He screamed and cried, all muffled by the cloth. As they pulled him off the ground to pound into him, he realized they had their faces covered by bandannas and the rest of the head concealed by jacket hoods. They held nothing back, punching his face and kicking his stomach. As they threw him to the ground again, he tried to curl up as they continued beating into him with kick after kick.

Then, fire burst forth, cutting through the cool night air like a hot knife through butter. Adrian froze where he was curled up on the ground, not sure what was happening. There was panicked swearing among the thugs as the Magma leader himself approached.

“Ain’t that the fuckin’ Magma leader??”

“-But ya could take him with your weavile-”

“Don’t be fuckin’ stupid- that’s a houndoom. A fuckin’ strong one at that. Unless one of your shitty ass pokemon thinks they can take him, I’m not fighting a losing battle. Let’s get out of here for now,” the leader hissed. At that, the three of them took off in the opposite direction, leaving Adrian where he lay on the ground and his emptied wallet tossed carelessly nearby.

*lava cow

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          ❛❛ GOOD JOB.  Y’all passed. All’a these fuckin’ SUCK. ❜❜

God it honestly is, and for Drasna it’s like watching a trainwreck. She knows the pitfalls already, knows what kind of problems he’ll face (with that kind of attitude anyway) and she’s going to watch just so she can remind herself WHY it was a good reason to simmer down and not let her ambition get too great. Maxie is a living example. 

… but also watching him go through the same if not similar choices she did kinda pokes at her willpower as a sort of “Screw it, let’s queen it up again” and actually assisting him. But either or not he’ll let her, especially given her reasoning is 99.99% selfish, is.. well, your thoughts on that.

SEND A NUMBER, GET A KISS.STATUS || ACCEPTING

he hadn’t meant to snap.he had entirely meant to remain cool in the face of matsubusa’s constant harassment, days on end of being poked and prodded and jabbed.like cattle trapped in a chute, it was as though he were constantly taking an electric prod to his sides simply for sick pleasure.to watch how he’d jerk and react, to see if he would turn to try and bite, or if he would attempt to flee, lick his wounds elsewhere.

so often was it the latter, at best casting the other a harsh stare to make him aware of his true feelings as he took the higher path.sakaki would be the mature one, the adult one.

where had that all gone?

wine bleeding into the carpet around them, the shattered glass pressed against the line of matsubusa’s throat, there was no satisfaction in it.there was no fear in the other man’s eyes, and if anything, as sakaki’s heated stare met his own, he saw an invitation in his gaze.do it, it seemed to say, matsubusa’s lips curved in a devilish smile, tilting his jaw so that his neck may press closer to the sharp ridge of the broken bottle.

sakaki watched a thin line of blood trail down from the thin scratch carved out, and thought of how satisfying it would be to plunge in the bottle as deep as he could.see how much blood came out.see how long it would take for matsubusa to suffocate on it.

it would end these woes of his, of having to deal with the threat of being poisoned, of idly wondering if he may not wake to see the next morning.matsubusa had never been shy to display his switchblade in his presence, often making coy eye contact, as if teasing him with the very thought of what he wanted to do.

and, oh, how he WANTED to.how he wanted it to end, to take just a bit more weight off his shoulders, to give himself the time to think of other, pressing matters.for a second, he considered it, letting the glass press closer in, watching as matsubusa’s eyes shut.

the bottle was thrown to the side, shattering completely against the wall, and he barely caught a glimpse of matsubusa’s eyes flashing back open as his head dipped down.hands squeezing his shoulders, keeping him pinned if he were to squirm, slowly did his tongue trail up the line of blood that had dribbled down to his collar, all the way back to the source.his lips were soft in the initial press against the scratch, feather-light in their gentleness, before he sunk in his teeth.

the bite was enough to split the scratch open further, feeling the blood push into his mouth, and that was enough for him.blood was smeared across his lips and jaw as he stood back up, eyes, once burning with his rage, turned cold and level again, voice cool as he spoke.