#kitchen sink writing
Show Me Your Scars
“Not the only one who’s been through it on this rock.”
Ignoring him, Troy pointedly ran his flesh palm up over Zane’s collarbone, pausing and tensing his hand on the older man’s throat.
He watched as goosebumps pricked over pale skin, and Troy felt the working of muscle and tendons under his touch as the older man swallowed.
Amused, Troy shifted his grip, extending his thumb to brush a shallow line marring Zane’s jaw.
“Cut yourself shaving?”
Troy let out a growl as the sass earned him the threatening bite of dull nails cutting into his hips.
“Dodged when I should'a ducked in a bar fight, smartass.”
There would be bruises tomorrow, Troy thought, pulse quickening, picturing the purple gradient of marks that would accent his tattoos.
Hang Up
“Not in the mood to talk, huh?” Troy needled persistently.
“How’d you guess,” came Zane’s venomous retort.
“Fine,” Troy said in an offhand, casual tone, as if he was idly examining the cuticles on his flesh hand. “You can listen then, can’t ya?”
Refusing to respond, Zane looked through his scope again, noting the bandits milling around between the decrepit shacks and tents that made up their settlement.
There was a brief silence on the line that made the older man hopeful the Calypso brat had gotten bored and hung up.
Rolling his shoulders, Zane was about to take his first shot when he realized the line wasn’t dead.
It took a few moments for his ears to discern the sound of heavy breathing from the constant rush of wind whipping through the canyon.
“What are you-”
Zane’s mouth fell open as a soft, unmistakable sound of pleasure echoed in his ear.
“The fuck’re you doing?!” Zane hissed, trying to shrug off the shiver that spread from the nape of his neck down to his tailbone.
Hang Up
“Not in the mood to talk, huh?” Troy needled persistently.
“How’d you guess,” came Zane’s venomous retort.
“Fine,” Troy said in an offhand, casual tone, as if he was idly examining the cuticles on his flesh hand. “You can listen then, can’t ya?”
Refusing to respond, Zane looked through his scope again, noting the bandits milling around between the decrepit shacks and tents that made up their settlement.
There was a brief silence on the line that made the older man hopeful the Calypso brat had gotten bored and hung up.
Rolling his shoulders, Zane was about to take his first shot when he realized the line wasn’t dead.
It took a few moments for his ears to discern the sound of heavy breathing from the constant rush of wind whipping through the canyon.
“What are you-”
Zane’s mouth fell open as a soft, unmistakable sound of pleasure echoed in his ear.
“The fuck’re you doing?!” Zane hissed, trying to shrug off the shiver that spread from the nape of his neck down to his tailbone.
A Cry For Help No One Answers
The Void was the beginning, and the end, of all things.
Daud knew this better than anyone.
The Outsider, that Black-Eyed Bastard, had started him on the path to becoming Dunwall’s most infamous assassin. And it was that gift, that mark, that would similarly determine his end.
All the penance in the world wouldn’t keep him from his fate, an eternity on a butcher’s block in this timeless, endless place.
As such, Daud was not surprised when one of the whales, the Deep Watchers, floated overhead when he opened his eyes. It was not his first time in The Void, nor would it be the last.
The only question was whether this was another dream, or if The Outsider had pulled him in for more hushed revelations and cryptic rambling.
The pull of that strange gravity, that energy which clawed impatiently at his very soul, led Daud to believe it was indeed the Black-Eyed Bastard in one of his moods.
Blinking across crumbling platforms under unseeing eyes of the Leviathans, Daud made his way toward that familiar force, the mark on the back of his hand burning brightly.
Prepared for thinly veiled jabs and the usual foretelling of his demise, Daud was unprepared for what he actually encountered.
His balance was perfect after landing the Blink that brought him to the platform. Another floating ledge, raised like an altar surrounded by broken shards, shimmering in the dull, cold light that permeated this dismal place.
But he was disoriented upon seeing he was not alone, and that it was not The Outsider waiting for him.
A Cry For Help No One Answers
The Void was the beginning, and the end, of all things.
Daud knew this better than anyone.
The Outsider, that Black-Eyed Bastard, had started him on the path to becoming Dunwall’s most infamous assassin. And it was that gift, that mark, that would similarly determine his end.
All the penance in the world wouldn’t keep him from his fate, an eternity on a butcher’s block in this timeless, endless place.
As such, Daud was not surprised when one of the whales, the Deep Watchers, floated overhead when he opened his eyes. It was not his first time in The Void, nor would it be the last.
The only question was whether this was another dream, or if The Outsider had pulled him in for more hushed revelations and cryptic rambling.
The pull of that strange gravity, that energy which clawed impatiently at his very soul, led Daud to believe it was indeed the Black-Eyed Bastard in one of his moods.
Blinking across crumbling platforms under unseeing eyes of the Leviathans, Daud made his way toward that familiar force, the mark on the back of his hand burning brightly.
Prepared for thinly veiled jabs and the usual foretelling of his demise, Daud was unprepared for what he actually encountered.
His balance was perfect after landing the Blink that brought him to the platform. Another floating ledge, raised like an altar surrounded by broken shards, shimmering in the dull, cold light that permeated this dismal place.
But he was disoriented upon seeing he was not alone, and that it was not The Outsider waiting for him.
Research
(y'know those parody p0rnos where they spoof LOTR or Avengers or whatever? Well I bet they have stuff like that in the Mass Effect universe )
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Garrus’ mandibles flared in irritation. Archangel; he’d hoped to make a difference on the cesspool that was Omega.
This, he thought, re-reading the file name on his omnitool, was not the impression he’d intended to leave.
The flippant tone of the message in itself needled him, and Garrus could almost hear the Pilot’s smug, sarcastic voice;
Hey,
Not gonna ask why you suddenly wanted some human and turian stuff, though I can guess. Figured this was a good one for you to start with. Vol 1’s got pretty crap production value, but must’ve done pretty well since they really leveled up for this one. Heard it was trending on all the xxx sites for days when it came out.
File attachment: “Omega’s Most Wanted: Archangel Pays for Messing with Eclipse! Vol 2”
Archangel had been ‘dead’ less than a month, his facial wounds still healing, but apparently that was more than enough time for the adult vid industry to spoof the vigilante for a quick buck.
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I’m fully on my rival mob boss au bullshit and quite regularly updating the sequel fic, buuuut not posting anything here until it’s all done; the format here isn’t great for posting chapter updates so I’ll just toss everything into one post here when it’s all done, for anyone interested
Taunting Giants
(Whooo boi time for another multi-chapter addition to my rival mob boss au, plus some more doodles to come )
Chapter 1: Cops and Robbers
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The new arrival grinned wider at the cool reception. Raising his other rand to his head, the cop removed his cap, revealing chestnut hair with a prominent streak of grey running through it.
Tucking his hat under his arm, the Chief of Police waltzed in, looking around the office with a discerning air. He kicked the chair opposite Rhys’ desk aside so he could lean unencumbered across the desktop.
Feeling a headache coming on, Rhys closed his eyes as the chair toppled over with a clatter.
“What do you want, Jack?”
“That’s Police Commissioner to you, numb nuts,” Jack sneered. “In fact, in your case kiddo, it’s Mr. As-Gracious-as-he-is-Handsome and Could-Squash-You-Like-a-Bug, Police Commissioner. And don’t be cute, you know why I’m here.”
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Chapter 2 is up, get ready for Tyreen and Troy’s debut in this au, plus some lite cannibalism from my gremlin Tank ✨
2 versions of a drawing for my rival mob boss au/‘Taunting Giants’ fic because I don’t like the Promethea background but spent too much time on it not to post it
Taunting Giants
(Whooo boi time for another multi-chapter addition to my rival mob boss au, plus some more doodles to come )
Chapter 1: Cops and Robbers
…
The new arrival grinned wider at the cool reception. Raising his other rand to his head, the cop removed his cap, revealing chestnut hair with a prominent streak of grey running through it.
Tucking his hat under his arm, the Chief of Police waltzed in, looking around the office with a discerning air. He kicked the chair opposite Rhys’ desk aside so he could lean unencumbered across the desktop.
Feeling a headache coming on, Rhys closed his eyes as the chair toppled over with a clatter.
“What do you want, Jack?”
“That’s Police Commissioner to you, numb nuts,” Jack sneered. “In fact, in your case kiddo, it’s Mr. As-Gracious-as-he-is-Handsome and Could-Squash-You-Like-a-Bug, Police Commissioner. And don’t be cute, you know why I’m here.”
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