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[shypumpkin]

WE DON'T NEED NO NONE MORE O' YER PROMPTS ROUND D'S PAHTS. WE'S ALL UP AND DONE CLOSED THIS ONE.

BUT WE'D LOVE TO TAKE THEM HARD OVER HERE.

GOGOGOGOGOGOOOOOOOOOOO.

==> Kink Meme IX

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Host, 4a/?

[anonymous]

Sollux hung there, reeling in the aftermath of her touch, inhaling and exhaling shuddering breaths. It was obvious now-painfully, impossibly obvious-that the end of this was far away, so appallingly far away. Feferi was dead, nobody was going to think to look for him for a few days at least, and even if anybody noticed the Condesce’s ship crashing down, if anybody cared to come looking, the only ones who’d come would be highbloods who would then proceed to not give a single fuck about him

Host, 4b/?

[anonymous]

She kicked at some unidentifiable bone near her feet and it went clattering into the large pool at the center of the room. Sollux watched the pale bone sink into the water with an anticlimactic splash. He noticed then-how had he not seen it before?-the mind-boggling amount of wires and pulsing tentacles gathered in a gruesome trunk at the pool’s center.

Some of them were clearly inanimate cables and cords, but just as many of them were actually moving, little spidery limbs that would occasionally stretch out into the air and reposition themselves

Re: Host, 4b/?

[siadea]

i'll be

over here

screaming

just a little

forever

Host, 5a/?

[anonymous]

“Well, little one,” the Condesce said, pulling Sollux upright by his hair, “we’ve got places to go, so let’s not waste any time, shall we?”

She released him and he fell, waist-deep, into the pool. “I suppose we’ll have to start by cutting him down somehow.” She frowned, studying the Helmsman’s hanging corpse. “It was so long ago that he was installed, I’m not sure if I remember how to go about getting a new one in.” She shrugged. “Ah well. We’ll learn as we go, shall we?”

“Wait,” Sollux said. The ship had been quiet before, but it was as though the introduction of his voice had caused everything to go completely silent. As if everything held its breath with him to see how the Condesce would respond to his assertiveness.

“You…” he continued, trying to keep his voice from shaking as the ice cold water sunk into his clothes, “you want me to…I can’t…I can’t“Oh, but he did,” she replied. “For many thousands of sweeps, he did.” She grinned and her eyes glinted like a sharpened knife. “Would you like to live forever, young one

Host, 5b/?

[anonymous]

It was over so quickly. Sollux barely realized that she’d done it, and then it was over. The Condesce grabbed one of his outer horns in between her fingers-it was so tiny in her hands-and before he knew it, it was broken. She snapped it right in the middle, barely any effort, and the lightning bolt of pain went from his head all the way down his spine and throughout the rest of his body.

He screamed, his throat raw and dry within seconds. It was like having his arm broken with a hammer, as if she had ripped out his fingernails with her teeth, like nails pounded into his eyes, like-like-

The Condesce held the horn in front of his eyes, the crudely broken end smattered in blood. He didn’t know if the horror or the pain was worse. His skull was throbbing at the base of the snapped horn, his blood pounding in his ears and right behind his eyes and I’m gonna be sick I’m gonna throw right the fuck up…“We’re getting off on the wrong foot, you and I,” the Condesce said, tossing the horn across the floor. “I’m a very patient troll but

Host, 5c/?

[anonymous]

She pulled off his glasses and discarded them carelessly. Sollux did not know where she threw them, nor did he even hear them hit the ground. She ran one thumb underneath his eyes to wipe away tears he hadn’t even noticed. She frowned, studying his face like a painting, then leaned over top of his head and wrapped her serpentine tongue around the bloodied horn stump.

He yelped, the sudden pressure stinging, but didn’t dare to move, didn’t dare to say or do anything as she sucked and licked until the blood stopped flowing. It even felt…good.

No it doesn’t fucking feel good don’t even think that never think that it doesn’t it DOESN’T….The Condesce pulled away and ever so daintily wiped a stray drop of yellow blood from her lips. “There now,” she said, now satisfied. “All better.” She ruffled his hair, careful to keep her hand away from the tender area. Whether she did that out of actual concern or not, Sollux couldn’t tell. He couldn’t even tell if that was real affection in her eyes, if maybe she really didn’t want to hurt

Re: Host, 5c/?

[anonymous]

I'm mad at myself for not finding this fic sooner! I was hoping a fic like this would pop up, and it's been under my nose the entire time. I absolutely love your Empress! She's so vile and manipulative, she's great. I can't wait to read more of this :D

Re: Host, 5c/?

[siadea]

You have successfully and bonechillingly managed to get across just how absolutely fucking insane the Empress is at this point. I mean, we knew beforehand, you know? But - hnnnng - we have left the sanity planet far behind us.

(Also, since I forgot to comment on that at the time-- you really got across the feeling of a really bad French kiss. Very, very much ew.)

I hesitate to ask, either because I don't want to know or because I don't know if I can stand the answer, but is this going to be a Bad Ending?

OP

[anonymous]

I'm still in love with how affectionate the Empress is, and then her mood suddenly switches over and you remember who she is after all... Sollux is so precious too, doing what he have to survive ;.;
As always, I will be here waiting for more♥

(reCaptcha: "Searcili Gore" Huh, Captcha wants Seabased Gore... o.0)

Re: Host, 5c/?

[anonymous]

This fill is so, so amazing, authoranon.

Especially this bit:

“I suppose I could teach you to swim while you’re here,” she said, barely suppressing a giggle as she yanked him underwater again. She held him just an inch or so under the surface, close enough for him to be able to reach out into the blessed air but far too far away to breathe….
...
“Or,” the Condesce said, a frigid darkness coming over her eyes, “I could teach you some fucking manners.”

Hits *so* many of my kinks, forever.

Thank you for writing it.

Host, 6a/?

[anonymous]

Feferi had always smelled like salt and fresh air. Even after she had been out of the water for a few nights, or even a few hours, a breath beside her was always like a breath of sea breeze. She had always been a little cool to the touch due to her amphibious nature, but it was never chilling. It was soothing, almost, like balm. Even the tiny webbing between her fingers had never been clammy or uncomfortable when they held hands. It had just felt natural; it was a part of her that didn’t feel out of place or odd

Host, 6b/?

[anonymous]

The Condesce seized him by the arm and dragged him to the nearest wall, slamming him up against the blood-encrusted metal, knocking his broken horn against the cold steel.

“That’s another thing I hate,” she hissed. “The fucking Psiioniic couldn’t even say his own CODDAMN NAME.” She grabbed a stray piece of jagged metal, some broken piece from an indiscernible source, and swung it across Sollux’s face, raining drops of yellow blood over the floor.

It was almost too quick and too sudden to even hurt at first, but the sting came sure enough, and Sollux immediately began pressing his hands down on the wide scrape now adorning his forehead. He could feel rivulets of blood already flowing down as far as his chin. Don’t panic, she’s just upset, she’ll calm down again in a second, just don’t panic…“Don’t you fucking touch it,” she hissed. She grabbed Sollux’s face with her enormous palm and slammed the back of his head into the wall again, this time eliciting a cry of pain from him. “Put your fucking hands. DOWN

Host, 6c/?

[anonymous]

“I heard once,” the Condesce said, almost conversationally, “that the best way to keep a wriggler from growing up spoiled is to simply not let them have their way with everything. It may be an instinct of a lusus to want to comfort their crying grub, but sometimes a grub needs to cry. For instance, you and I now. You are trying to elicit a response from me by putting on this show, thinking that I want to comfort you, that I’ll stop. But I just can’t spoil you with affection, now can I

Host, 6d/?

[anonymous]

He tried to shut his eyes and sink into blackness. He tried to force himself somewhere else, sometime else, dug deep into his memories for something good, some feeling that didn’t hurt, some tiny bit of fucking hope. He had to believe that there would be an “after”, a time when this and the Empress was the past, a memory, something that he had survived.

Think about seeing your lusus again, making the mind honey, think about talking to Karkat again…

He could imagine the look on Karkat’s face already, the way he would glare like he was trying really hard to appear pissed off, but it would be obvious what he really wanted to say.

”Where have you been, you stupid fuckass? I was worried.”The Condesce’s hand reached down to his face, through the haze of blissful distraction, and her touch tugged him back into the merciless plane of physicality. The pain in his broken fingers, searing and constant, rushed back into him. He couldn’t tell how many she had broken. He couldn’t move any of them. Her living lock of hair was still

Re: Host, 6d/?

[cliscia]

Oh- oh please more. This is so hot it's unbearable. Wonderful, wonderful fill.

Re: Host, 6d/?

[anonymous]

You will let me hurt you if I want to.
All my yesss. This is amazing. And you are a fucking amazing writer.