@voltagecrow​  asked:

“So!” Soren walks over after shutting the door to the other’s office. He saunters over with a wide grin plastered on their face. The hero villain walks around the desk, gently spinning Nao’s chair to face him. “A little birdy on the wire told me you and I share a common interest.” They mused, a sharp toothed grin spread across his features. When he speaks again, their voice is lowered. “You like shibari, is that correct?” -voltagecrow (*throttles him*)

He briefly wondered for a moment how Soren had gotten this far, a hand resting on his chain as he watched the hero close the door. Delighted as ever, but it did beg to question what had been said to the poor officer behind the front desk, and anyone else along the way . . . what lies had been said, or misdirections as it may have been. For someone meant to be a pillar of society, he sure tended to be chock full of those.

Hero, villain, something in-between. A walking contradiction, and one that the detective found himself inexplicably drawn in by. He’d been just about to ask to what he’d owed this visit, pushing away files and reports and a scathing draft of an email that’d be deleted momentarily—when his breath caught in his throat, instead. Grey eyes blown wide, staring at the figure hovering above them.

Struggling, struggling, mind whirring as it tried to come up with the words. Still smiling, though it’d fallen from confidence into something more abashed. Stomach doing all sorts of funny twists at the way Soren bared down with his own, a predator enjoying the squirming of his prey. And shifting anxiously in his chair, gaze never breaking, and heart never ceasing in its rapid fluttering . . . Naomasa couldn’t say that he all too minded it. Nodding, then, where his lips just would not suffice.

“How did you . . .? Why now—?”

“That is the sound of a thousand terrible things headed this way.” -voltagecrow (cause i miss writing with you higkey 🏃🏃🏃)

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Sure enough, there was a horde of demons headed straight for the pair of them. Imps, Pinkys, Barons, Revenants... Despite this, the Slayer didn’t seem worried at all... not that he ever did. “Look at them... blissfully ignorant to the fact that they’re outnumbered.” he remarks, his tone low as he slams two fresh shells into the Super Shotgun. Closing up the gun, he glances down at his partner.

“Try and keep up.”

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Rick doesn’t know why he cared to return to visit  -  maybe a misplaced sense of kinship  -  but it really doesn’t matter to him at the moment.  At least this time he didn’t portal into the dude’s living room, which he kinda regrets.  It would feel much less formal than this, knocking loudly on his door and having to twiddle his thumbs waiting for a response.  It’d just be nice to have some company at the alien bar, that’s all.  Can’t really take Morty for that, right?

...God, he hopes his sudden visit isn’t questioned.

five word prompts  //  @voltagecrow​:  “please, you can’t die now.” uwu/

the words barely reach through rick’s hazy conscious.  his hand, so stupidly weak, comes up to grip at soren’s collar.  it’s kinda funny now, how much he wants to say.  he doesn’t fear dying, has always seen it as a relief, but he also knows he can get soren to save him.  if only it weren’t so hard for him to speak.  he drops his hand, not having the strength to keep holding on.  he clumsily pulls out his portal gun and punches in a few buttons before pushing it into soren’s chest.  “it’s... fine, soren.  fucking...”  he coughs, blood coming out and landing on his own shirt.  “can’t believe i’m dying...  in the presence of someone called voltage.”  he gives a weak smile and laugh.  “take me to my garage.  morty might... might help.”  the darkness is filling up his vision as he stares up at soren.  not willing to close his eyes even after the familiarity of death grips him tightly.  “don’t miss me...  too much.”  he doesn’t fight it anymore, just lets himself slump under the other man.  all those words unspoken.

@voltagecrow​ - Continued from here

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The quirk might be deactivated, but Yancy’s guard was staying sky high. He didn’t know much about this guy, but the former convict was sure he’d seen the other on the news before. The accusation made him scoff.

“Look ‘round us, pal. Youse’s precious UA has got a path going ‘round the outside walls that normal folks like me can use. Oh, but lemme guess, I look like one of them ‘grunt’ kinds sneaking about. In case your high-and-mightyness wants to know, I’m going home after working an honest job.”

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This would be a simple adventure. Just Rick, solo-ing it, all for the chance to get some new technology. Not just any, but some from the training grounds of this one place.

Without knowing too much about the place, not really wanting to or even caring all that much, he snuck himself in. He opened a portal, throwing in as much as he could.

One piece he held onto, examining it closely, unsure if he wanted it or not. It wasn't as if he would keep it in it's original form. Obviously, planning on to repurpose it for other gadgets.

In mid-thought, his finger brushed against a wire, activating it. He dropped it onto the ground. "God damnit." He muttered to himself.

Panicked, he continued to grab as much stuff as he could, throwing it through the swirling green hole. An attempt to, at least, finish the short adventure before getting caught.

“What the hell did you do to Metal?!” Oh he’s pissed. -voltagecrow

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“My, my, what do we have here?” came a taunting, and yet  lilting  voice.

Atsuhiro tipped his hat in greeting, eyes taking in all that their newest comrade had to offer . . . or perhaps they were searching for even the slightest hint of danger posed. Call it overly cautious,  but there can be no such thing  when one is dealing with a man that has already proven that he will switch loyalties when a better fit comes along.

“Trying our hand at real villainy, are we? Welcome aboard.”

@voltagecrow | random starter.

THINGS HAD ESCALATED quite quickly, in Kakyoin's eyes. At first, he believed he had the upper hand in the match. Hierophant had Jotaro within its tendrils, tight. He was so sure that the Joestar would not be breaking free of the hold, that he would stay put until all of this was over. This entire fight could end within just  few moments, tendrils tightening around muscled limbs as cold violet eyes gazed upon the Joestar. Kakyoin had mentioned as such, not to struggle and that it would all be over soon. That DIO would be very pleased with his prize in the end. A bit of a boast about his stand and how no one could escape his attack; The Emerald Splash.

  But yet...

It had happened.

  Jotaro had broken out of the hold that Hierophant had him in and dodged the Emerald Splash, just like that. How?! Why?! That was damn near impossible to do for anyone that came into contact with his Hierophant, and live to tell the tale about it. Kakyoin hadn't heard much other than the last bit that the Joestar spoke ending it with a proclamation and Star Platinum reared back for a punch.

  "I'LL TEACH YOU JUST WITH MY STAND!"

Kakyoin Noriaki had not been prepared for the punch that came his stand's way, a blast to the head causing a fracture or two to take place. Blood gushed from the redhead's parted lips as the teen had gone flying back from the hit, landing upon the ground knocked unconscious. The hulking frame of Jotaro Kujo remained where he was for a few moments, teal orbs gauging the redheads form wondering if he would be getting up anytime soon, or not. Once he was certain that Kakyoin wouldn't be waking up, the brunette slowly made his way over to the fallen teen and gently heaved the body up and over his shoulder.

What he hadn't been prepared for was an onlooker. A hand pushed into his pocket, the other holding an unconscious boy upon his shoulder, teal gaze boring into the newcomer. "You." The Joestar spoke, head tilting slightly, hat obscuring part of his face as he gazed upon the other, "Did you see everything that took place?" The brute asked, more like it seemed it was a demanded question but a question nonetheless.

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“Hell can’t even take me while I’m alive. What makes you think you can take me when I’m dead?”

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Gods, there was so much blood. The sheer amount of it was making his head spin, senses overwhelmed by the splattered crimson and the coppery scent and the need to drink, quench his thirst, and-

Wait. He wasn't alone. Chizome stiffened up, irritated at the interruption- the delay to his bloodthirst's satiation- and turned his most baleful glare upon whatever poor soul it was that had stumbled upon the scene. 'Hero' or villain, they most likely wouldn't leave this alleyway alive, if he had his way.

...No, he needed to give them a chance to leave. Quicker to scare them off than to kill.

"Leave," Chizome growled, eyes fixed on the shadowy figure at the entrance to the alleyway. "This is your warning. Leave now, or let your blood mingle with this false Hero's." More blood to drink, and to take home with him, was never a bad thing, especially when he was so thirsty, it had been so long- The killer shook his head, taking a step towards the unidentifiable silhouette. "Leave this place. Now."

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Robert's face shows a perfect mix of confusion and curiosity the moment Soren brings up the idea of playing a game. He has never heard of this one until now. A little odd, he thinks, but not in a bad way. It’s more like it sounds oddly interesting, and he soon notices some very vague parallels between this and some of the games back home (minus the potentially ‘physical’ part there seemed to be to this one).

"Kinda like a game of dare?" He asks, mostly just to make sure he's getting what this game is about. Speedwagon then moves a little, positioning himself so he's facing Soren a little more comfortably. The other's reassuring words earning a soft, huffed, chuckle from the thug.

"We just have t' eat the whole pocky, right?" He asks, leaning closer and taking the other end of the stick with his mouth, waiting for Soren's further indications.

@voltagecrow​ whispered:  a kiss on the corner of the mouth,  hoping for more but expecting nothing

MEME

{ ♪ } -- The kiss was given so gently that she was almost surprised it was Soren. He was so bright and cheerful, always eager to jump into anything... This, though, seemed... Almost hesitant. Hopeful. Her fingers caught his shirt, keeping him from pulling back from her. Red eyes searched his face, trying to find anything that would tell her what was on his mind. 

   Slowly, she shifted and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing another gentle kiss directly on his lips. Even once she pulled away, she nuzzled against him and held him close. She wasn’t sure what had possessed him to be so soft and gentle, but she wasn’t going to let him go just yet.

tagged appropriately  //  @voltagecrow​​​:  character death﹕ receiver  faces  the  aftermath  of  sender’s  death . >:3

rick doesn't even realize it's happened, at first.  he’d lent himself to some battle soren was fighting  -  he didn’t ask any details, except for which fuckers to shoot at.  everything was going extremely well, like a reprise of battle at blood ridge, until it all went very wrong.  maybe he should’ve learned his lesson the first time, shouldn’t have fought in such an epic format with someone he’d become way too attached to.  at least this particular fight wasn’t start wars themed.  he turns to soren with a loudly victorious laugh, pumping his fist as he finishes off the last enemy, and then.

then.

there’s a blur, in his memory.  he knows he checked his pulse, know he dragged him back to his garage to try and save him, but he hadn’t done much experimenting with the physiology of people who possess quirks.  somehow, it made all the difference.  rage replaced any grief that should be there, and he only remembers small flashes of the rampage that followed.  blood splattered on pavements and flashes of powers that are ultimately useless against him.  he ends up completely destroying anyone that even so much as associated with the bastards that they’d fought together, until he found himself standing over the last enemy and had nowhere left to direct it all.  he finds himself at the bar that he first took soren to, drinking himself blind.  he doesn’t remember being kicked out, or starting a fight, but he does wake up to a drunken note to himself that he can’t return.  morty tried to talk to him, and he only managed to stop halfway through tearing him a new one.

and then he disappears.  not forever, but certainly longer than he has since he came to live with his family.  and if he still used the garage for experiments, perpetually in the denial phase, then that’s nobody’s business but his.  and when he returns to his home, for real this time, he finds that he doesn’t have it in him to give up trying.  because if he did, he might give up in another way entirely.