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Blood on the Dance Floor

Mon, 25 Jul 2011 09:23:32 PDT

This took me 4 months to make. I was so stressed out, I yelled so bad at everyone because I was a big grump with how much this was failing me.

Uhm. Yeah. xD Sorry if the quality is bad. This is the best it's going to get. If it's too bad, then I'm going to remove it and try again. (Which I did, I made it smaller.)

So, the story behind this is that I wanted to make fan art for Blood on the Dance Floor, but I couldn't decide the eye color. So, I made then rainbow! Dahvie on the left, Jayy on the right. 20 frames. 4. MONTHS.

My watermark is in the center of the image, I'm so proud of this. It took a lot of hard work to do this. <3

blood on the dance floor

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 01:20:55 PST

i love blood on the dance floor so much this is just kinda to just rub it in and i have such a crush on dahvie XD
This picture has lyrics from a few of there songs
songs included:
-bewitched
-believe
-sugar rush
-death to your heart
-candyland
-yo ho
-ima monster
-idgaf
CHECK THESE OUT THEY ARE GREAT SONGS

BOTDF'S BAD BLOOD

Sat, 09 Mar 2013 16:32:42 PST

dahvie said once upon a time ago on his twitter that he wanted to collaborate with fans for an album cover of his new album that's going to come out soon called "bad blood"
this perked my finest fucking interest so i came up with a little somethin' somethin'.
THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN WORKING ON FOR THE PAST WEEK NOW OK
i did everything myself ;-; i'm so proud
*sniffle*
anyways, i hope you guys like it!
rated mature because blerd

Team Dance Floor

Mon, 25 Jan 2010 18:13:05 PST

Team Dance Floor

Power Dark Blood~

Speed Jackie~

Flight Rere~

Artwork~

Kokoro And Blood On The Dance Floor

Thu, 12 Jul 2012 16:44:41 PDT

A Pic Of And Blood On the Dance Floor

MICHAEL JACKSON Blood

Mon, 12 Jul 2010 14:26:19 PDT

blood on the dance floor

Mon, 11 Jun 2012 20:06:18 PDT

blood on the dance floor

I Heart Hello Kitty

Fri, 15 May 2009 16:00:54 PDT

This is my latest piece
Just some random thing I thought of.
I <3 Hello Kitty is a song my Blood on the Dance Floor. They are awesome please listen to them

BOTDF - AT

Mon, 12 Sep 2011 07:57:53 PDT

So here's part 1 of my Computer Art 4 assignment. My best friend Shadow, asked me to draw this for him cause he said the band was starting to like Adventure Time. And since I already promised to draw this for him, I thought I could hit two birds with one stone with this drawing, lol.

PART 2 THE TRADITIONAL VERSION: [link]

Jay and Dahvie from Blood On The Dance Floor.
Art by me.
Adventure Time style copyright to Pendleton Ward <3

Blood on the dance floor

Tue, 23 Oct 2012 10:16:48 PDT

Video: [link]

yep :> Happy Halloween

art, Kaala (c)
Amari (c)

blood on the dance floor

Sun, 27 May 2012 19:56:59 PDT

blood on the dance floor, Dahvie and Jayy

Blood On The Dancefloor

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 16:04:56 PDT

I <3 BOTDF

The Last Dance.

Sun, 08 Jul 2012 09:50:18 PDT

xoxoKyra

P.s who would buy a poster of this?? A4 sized. I may start selling posters if enough people want one. Comment if you want me to sell posters of this!

Blood On The Dance Floor

Sat, 16 Jun 2012 23:26:22 PDT

botdf

Blood on the Dance Floor (:

Sun, 24 Jun 2012 11:19:34 PDT

Blood on the Dance Floor (:
(/‿)/ ♥ \(‿\)

JAYY, GRAB MY SWORD

Sun, 17 Feb 2013 07:14:39 PST

i had to do it ;-;
*NintendoRainbow did one 1000 years ago and i found it
and then i made one
i'm so unoriginal
oh well lol

Otherworlde: Dotsu

Fri, 15 Jun 2012 14:13:09 PDT

Name: Dotsu Okon
Age: 19
Height: 5'6 / 168cm
Species: he was a pronoke, but got turned into a human being... by some redhead.
Eyes: Gray.
Hair: Beige/pale orange/~~pink~~

Level: Advanced
Current Classes: CRS 302, CRS 303, CRS 304
Passed (?) Classes: CRS 102, OTW 102 CRS 202, CRS 104, CRS 204
Experience: 5900 or something

Likes: Reading, experimenting, being praised, surpassing others, being right, showing off how he knows a lot, his hair. He likes playing with his hair by twirling it around his fingers. It relaxes him, so he will do it whenever he talks with people he considers to be superior than him, or when he's trying to explain an idea.
Dislikes: Being proven wrong, people in general, but especially those who say his hair is pink. He dislikes contact and getting close to people, he feels like they are intruding his personal space. He's also careful not to let people touch his hair, though he likes it when someone plays with it.
Goals: Basically, be the best, be perfect. He feels like that way he'll achieve what he couldn't when he was little, but he tends to crash way too often against reality, his arrogance dragging him down to the bottom again and again.
Fears: ~~Miminger~~ Failing, basically. He's actually very easily scared, so he will act nervous around anyone who seems defiant or powerful. Unless they doubt of his knowledge or him in general, and he'll end up earning himself a beating.

Personality
Arrogant. He loves to boast. He loves winning and being praised. He wants to be perfect and he'll try it every time he can. Even if he's scrawny and pretty weak physically, he'll defy anyone that wants to prove him wrong. He uses magic most of the time to get out of trouble.
Basically, he's obsessed with the mind and its powers, not exactly with anything physic, so it is surprising if he manages to keep any 'normal' relationship. He tends to ruin it all with philosophic conversations about why mice like cheese and its metabolic consequences when the cheese has a nanogram of caffeine in it.
I'd define his personality as schizoid, as he finds hard reading into people and getting to care for them or show affection. Not that he can't, but it's not natural in him. He would rather spend a week alone than go to a party, and he dislikes contact and relations almost as much as dirt in his cloth and hair.
He's sarcastic and replies when teased, but when he's not being threatened, he can even be shy.
He loves his hair above all the things, and he'll hate you if you touch it.
He's cold and pretty much uncaring for most of the time, but he does act when he thinks he can do something to help someone. If he can't, he'll just run off and hide and watch.
That is with people he considers equals. With teachers he's polite and shy, childish even when showing his curiosity for things, as he's always trying to learn.

Story
(the story here has some little changes compared to the one I'm planning to use for Gaeren Project, so it will fit the scenery)
Born in Nokor, being a Pronoke. Studied in a basic Magic and Energetic Control school until he got expelled. He met a group of bounty hunters and decided to travel with them, pursuing a well known criminal. In the trouble, though, they met some mishaps, like their transformation into humans, the disappearance of one of their teammates and the death of another. After he returned, without a place to live in, he decides to try his luck at the academy and earn a title, using the little funds he still has.

First Year
He met a lot of people (at least that's a lot to him) this year, and learned enough to boast for the next eon. He got skinned for a sacrifice assignment, managed to get -and incredibly, maintain- a relationship and grew terrified of Miminger. Other than that, his life was pretty tranquil... Um... scept for the fact he almost got sliced in two by a shadow fiend, he almost starves for being scared to go out (thanks for the hallucinations, professor Miminger) and he didn't get first in the EXP count. That was what hurt him most, really.

Second Year
Lorelei left recently so he decided he didn't like any kind of relationships after all, keeping from leaving either his room or the library and getting little sleep. He only made real contact on the last part of the year, with new students that he has yet to know better. Other than that, he learned some white magic and got a second place in the tournament. His ambitions died when Insomnia did so, so right now he's not really too motivated by anything other than classes.

Availability
Chatroom: ~~I try to be there often!~~ Not anymore. Thanks, school.
AIM: I have Skype. Note me if you're interested!
dA: I reply notes slowly... OTL.

Samples
Script: Dotsu: I would be disappointed if it wasn't dangerous. *his face looks calmed, but some pale hair locks fall on it, messy after the journey* *He steps closer, leaving the heavy case behind him, and stands beside the others to gaze at the markings. In his eyes, there is something strangely beautiful in them, but he dares not touch them, as some spells could be cast with the subtlest contact* *He wants to ask about the room's location, but they would probably think he was an idiot so, instead, he keeps his mouth closed. He was not good among strangers... among anyone, really.*

Paragraph: The dim light of the candles flickered around him, making his shadow dance in the wall behind. The circles, drawn with such attention that not even a drop of blood drifted off the almost perfect lines, were inked the dusty floor as grotesque adornments.
"I wish I had more blood now," he muttered, staring at the tore skin of his fingers. Without the valuable substance, how was he supposed to finish the task? He stood up and walked towards the door, as silent as his clumsy feet would let him be, but the creak of the door gave him away. The young wizard shoot it closed with a jerk. No, he wouldn't risk being caught by phantasms or demons, not as weak as he was.

I'm fine with either of them!

More about him?

Acquaintances
- Stranger
- Finds interesting
- Will avoid
- Dislikes
- Fears
- Cares for

I'd add a "likes" and "love", but he's not exactly the most expressive person on this planet (nor in Otherworlde's) so there's no difference between "Finds interesting" and "Like", or "Cares for" and "Love". He'll only use the first terms to refer to what he feels.
He tends to avoid those he doesn't trust completely or finds slightly menacing in some way, but that doesn't mean he dislikes them. He'd just rather not talk to them if he doesn't have an interesting topic to discuss.
Why "Dislike" and not "Hate"? Because he's really bad at wishing bad to someone, and it would take a huge amount of annoyance to make him actually seek revenge. He doesn't even bother with Kishen and Bailey.

(order here is from the time of meeting, from what I remember)

Helmy -
Lorelei -
Sutton -
Destry -
Miminger -
Esther -
Juliet -
Kishen -
Bailey -
Drae -
Wren -
Fefin -
Jordanna -
Phillip -
Veronique
Driz
Hir Hir
Lilitu
Ides
Hylv

Fake Blood

Tue, 25 Dec 2012 11:42:14 PST

This was my sequel to To the Dance , and what happened to my brother on the dance floor. Rachel and I laughed so hard, brother couldnt believe that I could say something so dirty to her in public!

Well any ways happy Halloween/ Christmas!

Semen On the Homosexual Floor

Sun, 19 Jun 2011 13:58:43 PDT

I don't care for "Blood on the dance floor" But they're big among my friends. They seem like a band I would have liked in middle school.
copic markers with water colors.

DON'T WANNA BE LIKE YOU [WHAT I'M SEEING #1]

Sun, 25 Nov 2012 06:57:29 PST

what you\'re seeing: [link]

from my blog, askbloodonthedancefloor
[link]

--

I\'M SORRY I\'M BEING SO INACTIVE. FORGIVE ME WITH THIS.

DC37: Blood on the Dancefloor

Thu, 04 Aug 2011 10:47:14 PDT

Next: [link]
Previous: [link]

Warning for blood again, but there's not as much. I really over-saturated this one - I think it looks more scene-ish now. Next page should be up by the fifteenth, at the latest.

And hello to my new readers! I love getting new readers. You're all lovely.

(Also, Puck and Roxi: You just witnessed a horrific murder. Way to under-react, guys.)

blood on the dance floor 2

Sat, 30 Oct 2010 11:31:27 PDT

i love botdf colored done with microsoft paint

THE LEGEND OF BOTDF

Sat, 26 Jan 2013 18:05:09 PST

i drew this out of boredom.
i needed to practice drawings hands and full body shots and this happened.
i drew dahvie vanity being a bad-ass mofo
i'm actually so proud of this. ;-;
do you like my blue fire?
this took me 3 days surprisingly...
BUT ANYWAYS, hope you like it!

Jayy Von Monroe Comic

Sun, 21 Aug 2011 01:07:45 PDT

Yay! A comic!! It is Jayy Von Monroe From Blood on the Dance Floor.
I love him ;__; Dahvie too!
I wanted to make this since i heard the song YO HO (a pirates life for me)
The part of this song i made this for starts at about 1:28
I hope you enjoy it! :{D
Sorry it's kinda big(that's what she said), so it wouldn't fit,
***Words Read:***
Street Rat
Hood Rat
Freak with tats
Spoiled brat
No way guess again
A mother fucking pirate!
Here is a direct link so hopefully you can see it blown up! (:
[link]

BOTDF AND JB

Sun, 10 Feb 2013 18:18:34 PST

my favourite askbotdf doodle i've done so far.
i really like it... for some reason.
here enjoy it.
bye.

A BOTDF Birthday

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 17:34:47 PDT

This is a picture I made as a trade with a friend They wanted a birthday picture for their friend of the band members of Blood On the Dance Floor

not too fond of their music but this was still fun to draw xD I hope you like it!

speedpaint here:

[link]

Diary of BOTDF 3

Fri, 20 Jul 2012 01:24:36 PDT

Oh at long last! Another page of Diary of Blood on the Dance Floor! AHHHH!

No I never forgot about this series I ended up losing track of time D:

Im veryyyy dearly sorry.

Cover: [link]
Previous: [link]
Next: COMING SOON!

Dahvie and Jayy belong to themselves
DOAWK Style belongs to Jeff Kinney

The Horror Of Our Love

Wed, 06 Jun 2012 13:31:59 PDT

"I'm a killer
Cold and wrathful
Silent sleeper
I've been inside your bedroom
I've murdered half the town
Left you love notes on their headstones
I'll fill the graveyards
Until I have you

Moonlight walking
I smell your softness
Carnivorous and lusting
To track you down among the pines
I want you stuffed into my mouth
Hold you down and tear you open
Live inside you
Oh, love I'd never hurt you

But I'll grind against your bones
Until our marrows mix
I will eat you slowly
Ohhhhh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood pulled through my veins
Ohhhhh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood

I wake in terror
Blackbirds screaming
Dark cathedrals spilling
Midnight on their alters
I'm your servant
My immortal
Pale and perfect
Such unholy heaving
The statues close their eyes
The room is changing
Break my skin
And drain me

Ancient language
Speak through fingers
The awful edges
Where you end and I begin
Inside your mouth
I cannot see
There's catastrophe
In everything I'm touching
As I sweat and crush you

And I hold your beating chambers
Until they beat no more
You die like angels sing
Ohhhhh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood pulled through my veins
Ohhhhh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood

You're a ghost, love
Nightgown flowing
Your body blue and walking
Along the continental shelf
You are a dream among the sharks
Beautiful and terrifying
Living restless
We dance in dark suspension

And you bury me
In the ocean floor beneath you
Where they'll never hear us scream
Ohhhhh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood pulled through my veins
Ohhhhh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood"

Ludo - The Horror Of Our Love

A collaboration between myself and my lovely friend, ~Dzorek in which I drew Blurr, she drew Shockwave, I helped make a few edits and then she made the entire thing magnificent with her wonderful and incredible use of color! Because she wishes to keep her gallery more professional, she allowed me to post this small bit of slashy goodness for the both of us. Please go and show her some love, nonetheless!

artwork (c) ~ANDREAc + ~Dzorek

Shockwave / Blurr (c) HASBRO

DEPRESSED DAHVIE

Tue, 01 Jan 2013 12:45:40 PST

oops, i arted.
dahvie made some tweets a while back how he was depressed.
and this is what i imagined him doing. lolol i'm so evil.
makin' dahvie vanity all sad n shit.
oh god i'm so- ;_;
enjoy this while i finish more artwork that i never bothered completing.

Heads will Roll

Mon, 02 Aug 2010 23:31:07 PDT

Off with your head
Dance til youre dead
Heads will roll
On the floor

Heads will Roll - Yeah Yeah Yeahs

What. Is. This? What is that between her eye holes?

I was just scribbling and this kind of morphed out of nowhere. I like scribbling Reminds me of .Hack

Sadness End: Pocahontas

Tue, 01 May 2012 16:31:35 PDT

Today I adda new draw to my series sadness end.Thus the theme is less joyful but it and so interesting to treat. The sad purposes of disney, imagine if the hero had not won? If everything was different.
Furthermore I treat this series with a new graphic touch. I go away a few from the disney style.

so here you understand that John smith is dead, her father kill him and she doesn't run as fast as she wanted. it's too late, the blood on the floor and the head not far.
hope you like really

i would like really your opinion on this new style

same style:
Mulan:[link]
Little Mermaid: [link]
Sleeping beauty:[link]
Aladdin: [link]
Pocahontas: [link]

FREE Halloween adoptables CLOSED

Wed, 31 Oct 2012 03:32:37 PDT

Happy Halloween everyone wishing you the best Halloween ever hehe ^^ anyways, free Halloween adoptables for all the fantastic people on DA i hope you all like and have a simply terrific time adopting <3

Rules: (READ)
All are free and anyone can adopt.
1 per person only.
Not first in first served.
You MUST comment with the adoption certificate filled out to adopt.
Once you have adopted one of these, the one that you have adopted becomes solely your property to do what you want wish, you may have them as a whole species, Change design, or even make adoptables sheets from them.
they will stay open for about 3 days.
All of the plush animals on the sheet are adoptable, they are first in first served and no adoption certificate is needed. but are limited to 2 per person.
Have fun adopting everyone

Adoption certificate (Please fill to adopt)

Number:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:

Designed be me and now have new loving homes with these amazing people:

Creatures

1:Has been adopted by
Number: #1
Name: Shell, or Shelly
Age: 17
Gender: Female

Personality: (I'm just gonna make this sort of a back-story). Shelly was born an orphan. She hatched from an egg one day in the middle of the wilderness alone, and without help. She was a lucky child, because while in their birthing slumber, her siblings were eaten by the predators of the woods.

Luckily Shelly was born with a natural instinct for survival. She was easily able to grow up and support herself on her own.

As she grew older she was able to memorize the paths of the forest and find her way around quite easily. She also began to make friend with the fellow woodland folk so she never really felt like she was alone. Even though she has never met her true parents she never feels like she does not have a family. (The other woodland folk would be my other adopted OCs)

In her years in the woods Shelly has never met another creature like herself. Her life goal is to find her parents, or at least another creature of her species.

She is generally characterized as kind, caring, and gentle, but also exciting, adventurous, and bold. She is always standing up for her friends and trying to help others. She is also an herbivore, because she does not like to harm others.

Weaknesses: Even though Shelly has lots of family in the woods she still yearns to meet her true family. When people ask her about her parents she often tries to change the subject because it depresses her. A lot of days Shelly has to fake a smile, because she is considered sort of a leader figure, and so she must act her role. She does genuinely love and care for everyone, but it also comes with a cost. She does not have a lot of privacy or free time. She is also often afraid to mess up or do something wrong, a lot of people depend on her to help out. She can very easily get stressed, but does not let on. She often wishes she had someone she could talk to about it, but she is afraid of showing her weaknesses.

Creature that comes with her:

Name: Dark
Age: 8
Gender: Male

Personality: Also similar to Shelly Dark was born an orphan, and so out of pity Shelly took him in as her own. He is a youngin', but like Shelly is very energetic and adventurous. He considers Shelly like an older sister.

His feats often end up with him getting badly injured, which can cause problems for Shelly because then she must nurse him. Dark tries not to get hurt, but he just seems like be accident prone. He would do just about anything for his older sister, and their bond is unbreakable.

2: Has been adopted by
Number: 2
Name: Labu (means pumpkin in Indonesian)
Age: Around his early teens (13) which is a partial reason to why he behaves rather immaturely and playfully.
Gender: Male
Personality: Even though he looks odd; appearing to be a reptilian and mammalian mix, he does not feel like an outcast at all - to the contrary. He loves to play around and act immaturely, especially enjoying to play pranks on people (such as hiding behind objects and jumping at passerbys, scaring them) His elongated body allows him to slink around flexibly, especially through pumpkin patches - where he likes to hang out the most. After all, pumpkins are his favourite food and he loves the fact that you can do so much with them; use them as shelter, carve out things, make scary faces and for food. His orange-y colour allows him to blend in with the pumpkins while his darker lower body relatively camouflages him. He does not mean any harm and does not seem to notice any criticism due to his happy-go-lucky and naive nature. He enjoys making friends and if they like to prank other people too: even better. Sometimes he just likes to flop his body over a pumpkin whenever he feels tired, which looks very comical. He doesn't always follow orders, which usually makes others annoyed or roll their eyes at him. Labu is kind and doesn't disrespect anyone. His sharp teeth may look menacing, but he uses these to eat/carve pumpkins and scare people. He is a mischievous goof.
Drawing:

3: Has been adopted by
Number: 3
Name: Bleak
Age: 104 (21 in human years)
Gender: Male
Personality: Bleak is the cause of trouble and mischief on Halloween night. He's the one that gets your blood pumping to watch that horror movie or enter that haunted house, he's the one that gives you the edge to scare others or the mistakes to fail at scaring someone so he can have a good laugh. The string held by the spider on his back (who he calls Tabithius) is the limit to the amount of time he has left to fool with humans before he must return to his swampy home and wait for next year, the string runs out when Halloween officially ends. He is bound by this strings to keep things in order, but sometimes a human will wander near his home, giving Bleak his window of opportunity to screw with someone's mind, and with age comes experience.

4: Has been adopted by
Number: 4
Name: Alastor
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Likes: Candy, dancing, games, and random stuff
Dislikes: Streets, humans in white, and more.
Personality: A large male who sometimes like to flirt. He is energetic and loves to run. He enjoys playing ding-dont-ditch on people, and he is great at hiding. He can get rude but is usually calm and kind. Never leave a bowl of candy outside you house saying 'take one' (What! No! I wouldn't do that! Psshhhh. i will only take 'one'!) he will most likely take it all. He enjoys the moon and can stay hours on end just staring at it. He is hard to read and very observant, and is pretty amused by those who try to do what they cant, though curious also. He sometimes likes to annoy people, only for the fun of it. but there are moments when he's completely calm and simply laid back. There is a bit of humor in him, however, but only to those he's close to and trusts. Those are the only kind of people he protects and will be the nicest to. He almost never shows emotion, so seeing her smile or show a sign of pain is rare.

Past: He slowly stood up in the small kennel, his mane brushing against the top. He groaned in annoyance and slipped a claw towards the lock, trying to get it unlocked. Alastor heard a small 'click' and pounced forward, bashing his way through the kennel door. He smiled and shook the dust from his pelt, slowly walking down the long hallway. Creatures of all kinds squeaked and roared, several of them calling out for help. Alastor ignored them and started in a dash, bolting down the hallway. /is it just me, or is this hallway getting smaller and smaller?/ he shivered and kept running. A light started to come closer. Quickly. Blinking repeatedly. "I need to get out! Must make it! I have to get out!"

His eyes bursted open. He awoke in a slender alleyway, the noises of night calling him. "All a dream... Just a d-d-dream..." He shuttered, "But it all was so real..." Alastor shivered at the thought and pulled himself up, walking down the alleyway to reach the street. "Its so empty, why is it so empty? I know it is nighttime, but c'mon?" he shrugged and walked into the middle of the street, a sharp object stabbing his paw. "Argh!" he lifted his paw and looked at it, a glass shard. He moaned and grasped t with his teeth, pulling it out. He twisted down the street as the sound of a car came closer. The bright light of the headlights revealed themselves, a screeching honk echoed through the streets. And before he knew it, SMASH. He was hit.

Awaking onto a metal counter, humans in white coats surrounding him. "The dream! No! You cant take me there!" He jumped up and onto one of the humans, they tumbled over and he pounced out of the window. Landing onto the street perfectly fine. Alastor bolted down an alleyway, and that brings him here. Right now, that is his life.

5: Has been adopted by
Number: 5
Name: Scratch (but you can call him Scrap if you want)
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Personality: He likes to dig out things and explore, he is a more of a nice guy for a dare devil like him. He always has his plans of doing daring things. He is very clever, and has a great imagination. But when he feels scared, he hides. He loves to climb on trees and swimming is another one of his favorite things to do. He doesn't like it when people feel sad. He always tries to stick up and make people feel happy. He likes to be funny, and playful too. He likes people, with a great smart, and kind personality. He can have his sad times too. But he doesn't let come into depression in his way. He fights it out with happiness, and feels happy for all the good things that has happen to him. He always gives back good things to the people who do good things for him. He sometimes feels like he needs to protect the good things from the bad things.

Likes:
digging
doing daring things
being nice
swimming
trees
hanging out with his friends

Dislikes:
Sad things
being bored (which barely even happens, only happens on rare occasions)
scary things
mean people

He also has a little friend:

Name: Lukey
Nick Name: Loki
Age: 6
Gender: Male
Personality: Likes to play fetch. He is a shy little buddy, but has no problem making friends like Scratch. He seems always in his happy little mood. Doesn't really know how to swim, but Scratch has no problem with that. He always helps him with anything.

Likes:
He loves everyone and everything but the things he dislikes.

Dislikes:
sad things
scary things
everything that annoys him
mean people

6: Has been adopted by
Number: 6
Name: Lirarum, nicknamed Liro
Age: 126895 years old (around 16 in human age)
Gender: male
Personality: he's a creature with both water and dark powers, so he's able to breath both in water and land. He usually lives in lakes and rivers, but he loves to run around the streets at night and give a good scare to the people he encounters. These lil pranks he makes made him some sort of mythical creature in the villages he visits, and old people often tell legends about him to the children. He's fun loving, brave and always curious to explore new places. Even though he likes to scare humans, he actually respects them and helps them when they are in danger. He especially likes children, and while he never lets adults to have a contact with him (after scaring them he always runs away), he lets children to talk to him, so they know he is real, but he makes them keep the secret for his own good. His favourite part of the year is obviously Halloween, because he loves to see people scaring each other like he often does. And pumpkins are his favourite food xD
Fun Fact: he may look harmless and innocent, but when he gets angry he becomes pretty violent and merciless... consequence of being a dark master, I guess xD this aspect of him makes him very dangerous in fights.

7: Has been adopted by
Number: 7
Name: Not sure yet.
Age: Unknown.
Gender: Female
Personality: This creature is usually calm and just simply enjoying life. She loves to roll around in grassy fields and visit lakes. She is very social and loves to meet others of her own kind and many more. When angered, the feathers on her back will stand up as a warning, but she will try not to attack at all costs and would rather run away.
Her main diet is a variety of fruit.

8: Has been adopted by
Number: 8
Name: Phantom. CC. Blackwood
Age: Unknown
Relationship status: Single
SO: Straight
Gender: Male
Personality: Phantom is nice, but a little pushy. He talks in a German/Dutch accent. He never takes off his mask, since it was given to him by his dead brother. He's a hunter and lives on his own with his pet spider.

Likes: Halloween, candy, scary stuff, horror movies, people, candy corn is his favourite food, music, skulls, being helpful and friendly.
Dislikes: His evil/dead form, veggies, almost anything that's not Halloween related XD, neon colors, being angry, death
Fears: Murder/knives
Living: in a pumpkin shaped house

Bio: Phantom was born and raised in a family of hard-core Halloween lovers <3 he loved to help his mama decorate, he was very close with his big brother and him and his dad where not very close. One Halloween, Phantom's brother brought him home a hand-crafted mask made by him for he was a craftsmen as his job. Phantom loved it, and swore never to take it off, and he never. Phantom was born with a ghost form, but he was able to control it and he found it rather fun. He could go invisible, and scare his mama and brother for a good laugh! But his papa didn't like his sense of humour, infact, his papa didn't like Phantom hardly at all and always called him an 'accident' from one drunk night. On enight, Phantom, his brother, and his mother were all asleep, his father drunk as ever. He killed mama in her sleep with a huge knife, and went after Phantom and his brother. They made it a mile up the road, but Phantoms brother fell behind and tripped, left for death. Phantom never went back. he found a small pumpkin shaped abandoned house just outside a small town. He grew up there. He treasured the mask his brother made for him. Phantom met lots of friends in the small town. He heard one day his father died, and ever since that night, on the night of the full moon, Phantom has developed another side/form. A dead/skull-y form he believes to be the evil spirit of his dad. While in this form only one word goes through his mind.
Murder

Abilities: Phantom can fly even with no wings. He can turn invisible in his ghost form. He can talk to spiders, bats and cats and he can jump very far.

On another note: Phantom takes his friends little brothers and sisters trick-or-treating every year. he still loves Halloween and goes all-out with it ^^ He only eats candy. He works at a Halloween store and his house is decorated for Halloween 24/7. He doesn't care!! His pet spider, Webster, also only eats candy, but since he's a spider, he can only eat soft candy like marshmallows, cotton candy, ect. he's a very friendly black widow spider and wont hurt a fly (Unless it tries to take his candy away!)

9: Has been adopted by
Number: 9
Name: Skree
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Personality: She's really enthusiastic girl ! She enjoys a good joke and also plans some really cool scare pranks . She has a serious side and it shows when it is time . She is a little on the clumsy side and it often amuses people . She is also a smart creature.

Pet/ Companion : Her companion is a skeleton of an unknown creature . She is really close to it . She calls it Hye (Hie) . Hye has no gender at all so people calls it "it" or by it's name . Hye only appears at midnight and disappears at sunrise . Skree is nocturnal so she won't have any problems with that . Hye eats candies and sometimes lizards . Hye is a good listener and adviser . Skree always consults it when she has a problem . Hye has an impatient side and is sarcastic . It also has an affectionate side and shows it to people who are dear to her .

Fears : Skree's only fear is water . She has nearly drowned before and has developed a phobia of it . If it wasn't for Hye , she would have died of drowning .
Abilities : Skree has the ability to glide . Hye also can do the same and they often go out for a midnight flight . Hye also has an ability where it give you a stare and can find out your biggest fears . If you really tick it off , it will do it and cast an illusion on you which makes you experience the fears . It will only last for a minute but sometimes , it can prolong it up to an hour . That is if you really really past it's line .

History : Skree has no memory of her past at all . When she woke up in a street at night , all she remembered was her name . She had met Hye when she was exploring the woods . She had heard some clattering and found Hye chasing a lizard . After that , they decided to be friends .
Flaws : Skree is somewhat easily distracted . One minute she might be reading , and the next she would be playing with Hye . Hye is impatient and sometimes aggressive . When it gets aggressive , there is no stopping it unless Skree demands her to stop .

10: Has been adopted by
Number:10
Name: Kowai
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Personality: She loves scaring and pulling pranks on others. Personal friends with my main OC. She can disappear and go through walls at will and can easily possess enemies into doing anything. She personally loves the night and that's when she really becomes devious. Halloween is her most favourite of holidays. She was brutally murdered on a Halloween night and her soul still walks the earth. My main OC met her and became very close friends. She wears her own skull as a reminder that she is no longer living.

11: Has been adopted by
Number: 11
Name: Hunter
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: He's very brave, but also somewhat naive which can make him a liability in certain situations. He usually tries to make friends rather than attack others, and hardly ever holds a grudge. However, sometimes he doesn't know his own strength and accidentally hurts people, which makes him sad. Overall, Hunter is a gentle giant.

12: Has been adopted by
Number: 12
Name: Treat
Age: Teenager (Human-16, birthday: 31st October)
Gender: Female
Personality: Treat is a bubbly creature that loves messing around and being silly with her friends! Every year on her birthday, and her favourite holiday, she sets out, wandering through towns. Collecting candy and sweets and scaring the children. Using her wings, she flies up on top of trees and jumps out at the passing children, and when they drop some sweets she gratefully collects them. Once, she even pretended to be a decoration in someone's from yard!

History:
Treat's brother, Trick and her live together in an alternate universe. It may sound weird to us now, but wait, it gets worse! Trick and Treat belong to 'The Mistress', who looks after them well. The two were born through science and Halloween magic, you see, The Mistress is Lord Death's wife, Lord Death is an old soul who lived in thr victorian era, but he learnt of the dark powers vampires and werewolves, ghosts and ghouls held. He used their power and became Lord Death himself! Banishing him, to his own, empty universe.
But it's lonely being the only powerful Shinigami, let alone being, in the universe. So on a particular day a year, when the gap between our universe and theirs reopens Lord Death travels back to our realm and wreaks havoc, bringing the ghosts and ghouls out again! The children in the streets dressed as these ghouls and warded them back off. One particular woman thanked Lord Death for bringing 'Halloween' as she called it. She gratefully offered him sweets and chocolate. (Wait, this is a story about Treat and Trick, right? Yes, I'm getting to that.)
Lord Death gave the woman his love and she returned it, using his powers he gave her an eternal soul like his own, and her beauty would be forever preserved. This is the Mistress. Only a year later and the mistress longed for her pets. When she had been human, she had two lovely dogs, one a Border Collie and another, she was a German Shepard. This year, on Halloween The Mistress returned to her house, and she used all the power in her to change her dogs, to throw them into immortality. However, this changed how they looked completely. Infact, you couldn't really class them as dogs anymore. She renamed them, Trick and Treat. Lord Death, The Mistress and Trick and Treat, still return every year. Why else would we still dress up on the 31st of October?

Drawing:

13:Has been adopted by
number: 13
name: Luella
age: 1 year 6 mns 27 days
gender: female
Personality: Defensive of her friends and always forgiving of mistakes, she takes on a motherly role in her orphaned sisters life.

Use: A character in my webie comic (coming soon)

14: Has been adopted by
Number: 14
Name: Wisteria
Age: older child- around the maturity of a 14 year old human
Gender: Female

Personality: Wisteria is very outgoing and friendly to all of the creatures she encounters during her travels. Though she would attempt to help out anyone and considers herself a 'jack of all trades', she is generally quite clumsy and sometimes manages to make the situation worse. Her tail, which literally has a mind of its own, is of a nearly opposite nature. Named Wriley, or Ri for short, her tail tends to take on more masculine features and has a sly, calculating nature that always gets her into more trouble. Ri is a kind of reverse conscience, tending to get Wisteria into more trouble than her pleasant disposition would normally allow and generally only talks to Wisteria.

Biography: (This is long, yipes!)
Created in a labratory, Wisteria was a failed experiment of the Arachnines. Arachnines are canines with spider-like appendages that serve as arms allowing them to perform detailed work and contruction, leading to their rise as an intelligent society(A picture of the species can be found here: [link] The dark gray spot shows a comparison of an adult Arachnine and a young Wisteria). The Arachnine civilization that Wisteria was born into was very scientific and, sadly, often experimented on its young, intentionally causing mutations for the advancement of the species. Many of their attempts turned out well, resulting in faster and stronger members, but they were greedy and desired something more, a divine form of genius that would make them superior to all other life. They began experimenting on the mind, a disasterous procedure that left many creatures permanently disabled. The majority of the sufferers did not live long, either from complications with their condition or lack of social interaction, the arachnine species being very social but also too perfectionistic for the lowly victims of failed testing. The scientists persisted in their work, though hazardous to all of the species, causing vainity amongst their peers that demanded only the best.
One day, an intern operator attempted to clean up a trial while the others were at lunch. The trial included the undertaking of growing a creature from a single living brain by submerging it in a radioactive nutrient solution while running electrical currents through it.(Note: The Arachnines were not so cruel as to kill one of their own children simply to obtain a brain. The child had died of an outbreak of fever that ran through the population a few weeks before and the scientists managed to retrieve the brain and revive some of the brain cells. It was truly tragic that the species had devoted all of its efforts to the improvement of future evolution and not to medical research that might have saved many lives.) The intern, though having good intentions, accidentally bumped into the containment unit, causing the glass to smash and spill its contents on the floor. Realizing that he would certainly be kicked out of the research facility for such a careless mistake, he struggled to repair his wrongdoing. Sweeping away the evidence of the disaster, the intern searched through the cabinets and found another receptacle in which to place the brain and what remained of the solution. Noticing a terrible smell coming from the spill that had already partially seeped into the floor, the exasperated assistant poured a flowery air freshener into the mixture for good measure(He was certain that this would not interfere with the experiment that was likely destined to fail anyway.) and didn't realize when a drop of his blood from a cut, inflicted by the broken glass, also slid into the mix. Another thing he failed to notice was that the fall had also ruptured a portion of the brain, causing a fraction of it to split off in the coming weeks of the trial.
Over the course of several months, fewer and fewer researchers came to observe the containment unit that had long since fogged up and developed an opaque coating on the inside of the glass. They did not realize that something living was, in fact, growing within their facility! Ironically, the same intern that had first ruined the experiment returned to the room the next year to initiate the shut down of the apparent failure and collect his superior's notes, carelessly left strewn about on the power system's control pad. Once the intern had shut down the exterior power, he was astonished to behold the class of the container shaking violently. He ran to the exit in fear as the glass shattered, the shadowy cocoon releasing its creation. The intern, calling out for help, hurried up to the small creature that laid unconscious on the ground in front of him. "Could it be that this 'thing' was actually produced in a lab? Was it his mistake that caused such a fortunate outcome?" he thought to himself, gazing at the magnificent creature in front of him. Its thick coat was of a brilliant smoky blue coloration adorned with a splashing pattern that repeated along a stripe running the length of its body. It was remarkable, but wait-no, it couldn't be...the spidery arms that gave the Arachnines their skilful abilities were not correctly formed on this beast. Instead of eight flexible appendages, the animal had only three rigid spears protruding from the back of its neck. Other scientists began to arrive by this time, taking in the scope of their creation but remarking regretfully on its "lack of intelligence" merely because it would never amount to any productivity in their society, being unable to hold and manipulate objects on its own. As they attempted to remove it to another room for testing, one scientist shouted out in agony, jerking his paws away from the still silent figure on the floor. Following the path of the creature's long tail with their eyes, the scientists beheld a very different pair of eyes gazing back at them, with an attached mouth that had apparently taken out a clump of the aforementioned scientist's fur. Amazingly, the tail flopped back and forth, seemingly taking note of the surroundings. The rest of the body finally moved, giving a violent quiver and gasp before falling back into unconsciousness, the tail thumping dully back onto the floor.
The small beast was then transported to another location, an underground hospital created specifically for treating the victims of experimentation. It was many months before the creature's 'true' head became conscious. Until then, the tail remained in a half-awake state, warily watching the nurses that came and went each day but never giving any positive responses. The full creature had, in this period of time, been nicknamed Wisteria, being as it always smelled suspiciously of said blossoms...and responded positively to this title when awakened. Due to all of the bizarre experiments they had seen in the past, the nurses were not often surprised, but found themselves at a loss for words when the creature suddenly began to speak. Listening to the nurses talk, its tail had related all of the knowledge it gained through the spinal cord to the central brain. Though the creature's startling ability to interpret intelligence gained indirectly could have been incredibly useful to the civilization, the scientists that returned to examine it did not understand how its creation was even possible. Wisteria was subjected to many scans but none proved conclusive, causing the scientists to allow her to depart from the hospital. One of the nurses partnered with the intern-who had eventually admitted to mistake to gain prestige but was still dismissed for destruction of property and deception-to take care of her.
For many years, Wisteria lived under the watchful eye of nurse Lyra and Liam(the former intern eventually found a job repairing clocks, something that he fortunately excelled in). Though often annoyed with one another, the two fell in love and eventually agreed to become 'married', known in their society as the "Bond of Synthium," or 'becoming one.' Anyway, Wisteria received much attention from her parents-that formally adopted her once coupled. Regretfully, they were forced to keep her cut off from the rest of their race, for she was not accepted in the circle of popularity. All of the other Arachnines regarded her as a freak, a lab rat, a monster, causing her constant seclusion. When she had reached a certain maturity, her parents allowed her to roam from the home, provided that she was careful and respectful, even to those that treated her badly. "Do not fall to their level of hatred. You can be-nay-you ARE better than them. Never allow them the pleasure of proving you are a bad creature. Continue to be yourself, your kind, loving self, so that all may know you are the true salvation of our race." Lyra used to tell her this often, to reassure her that she was loved. Wisteria always held her head high, even when her heart was broken by the cruelty of her peers. She eventually convinced her parents that she could take care of herself and wandered into the forest beyond the great city of the Arachnines.
Throughout her travels, she meets many curious critters that are neither critisizing nor fearful of her odd features, causing her to make many friends. Her good nature always wins out and helps strangers in need of assistance. To her astonishment, she finds many like her out in the woods, not of the same species, but still, outcast creatures that she has never heard of before. After she has done what she can for her newly found friends, Wisteria still leaves the places of her acceptance, to search out new lands and see the world from her own eyes, not just those of painters that left their memories of the past in the books that she enjoyed exploring when she was younger.
Pictures:

15: Has been adopted by
Number: 15
Name: Topsy Turvy; T.T (Close friends), Turvy
Age: Around 1,000 years old
Gender: Genderless, but others classify him as male
Personality: Very outgoing, some may say he's insane. He's very mysterious, using his mind control spells on anyone who manages to get him angry (which is very difficult). He adores Halloween, as he hands out treats, but he mostly pulls tricks and pranks on anyone who happens to pass by. His mood changes constantly, leading to the fact that he might be bipolar. He's twisted, but in a charming sort of way.

16: Has been adopted by
Number: 16
Name: Meztli
Age: 6 in human years
Gender: female
Personality: Meztli is of the adventurous type. But, due to her past, she has scars all over her body. So, she keeps a sheet on herself. She can be shy at times, and always wants to have somebody around her. But, due to her sheet, she's usually lonely. But, to the friend she's made, she is as loyal as can be. Her favorite part of the day is dawn and dusk; she likes the endless possibilities of day, and the epic adventures of the night.

17: Has been adopted by
Number: 17
Name: Oma
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality: She is very protecting, for her friends. She is always the loyal one who does all the work and takes her time doing it. She is always a kind and joyful. Her Creativity always comes in hand when she is sketching out what she is thinking. She likes to use her imagination and skills too. Always is a great thing to use. She has a smart/perfect personality. She likes eat fruit especially oranges. Her favourite plant to grow is the pumpkin, and her favourite season is Halloween. She always goes trick or treating at the night in her little cute costume. She loves the life she is surrounded by, trees, animals, plants, mushroom, water in lakes, oceans, rivers, even ponds. She likes birds too. For some reason, when she was a month old she would climb on trees. She likes to study fish in the ocean, likes sharks, turtles, starfish, and clown fish.

SPECIES: Olkamia (water creature)

ABOUT THEM: Olkamia are water and land creatures that are very social towards other animals and people (just like Oma). They come to help when someone needs it. They like to be "Loyal". Basically, more helping and kind. The travel under water for 3 hours, and when they need air, they come out of the water and take a break. They are not carnivores (meat eater), they are actually herbivores (plant and fruit eater). They can go up to 70 miles per hour in water (because of their fin, which is fur, and their tail with their "feet"), and 55 miles per hour on land. They can live for a very long time [up to 250 year-1000 years]. They live for a long time because they can survive and adapt to the environment they live in. They live in holes, or caves. They collect shells and use them to decorate themselves, or their homes. They can even color them by using any plant by squishing it and making it in to paint to color the shells, their bodies, homes, or other animals that have no color and look depressing, and they want color on them. The Olkamia body is made up of many parts (which I won't be able to list... sorry about that) that protect them, and keep them alive. Their bodies have many beautiful designs on them because they shouldn't look boring and stupid. They evolved to look like they are strong, healthy, and alive. Colors are matching to the environment they live in. Oma, has blue on her, so she most likely lives close to the ocean. Olkamia eat seaweed, fruit, under water plants, and can sometimes eat poisonous things, by getting out the poison.

Oma's story:
It was the most sunniest day ever. Happy and cheerful, for the new little bornling to come alive. A new era, day was coming. Oma had just opened her eyes to the world. "It has awakened." Her father said. "She will bring love and peace to this world someday hopefully." Her mother said. "Yes, yes it will." Oma's sister said in a funny way....
Wait a minute, hold on... pause...
THAT NEVER REALLY EVEN HAPPENED. Let's try that again.

Ok, here's what really happened....
"HEY WHAT THE HECK?!" some random person said. (Leeka ["Female"])

"This isn't supposed to happen... How did this happen?" Oma said looking up.

"Well it looks like were gonna die..." another one said. (Mona ["Male"])

"SHUT UP! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW THAT STUPID." Leeka said.

"Hey, I'm not the stupid one here, you are." Mona said angry.

Oma looked up at the clouds. "I wished everyone could get a long, but nobody can." Oma thought sadly. She fell asleep on the bed she was sleeping in, which was made out of seaweed and other plants. She dream that she can change everything that was bad, and make it appear good and healthy. She made happy come in people's faces, and not sad cheesy smiles. She made everything that was depressing into colorful goods.

The next morning she woke up and started to change in to a happy energetic one. Everyone was surprised. Nobody had seen such happiness in a little ones eyes. She did good things and good things happened to her, and everything changed.

Everything was happy. Colorful and exciting.
(sorry I didn't get to finish this )

Likes:
Her Friends
Fruit
Trees
Water
Birds
animals
Pumpkins
Plants
Mushrooms
Halloween

Dislikes:
She doesn't seem to dislike anything. Always helping and nice to people.

Plushies:

A: Has been adopted by ~sparrowcrazy
B : Has been adopted by ~Ask-NekoAlabama
C : Has been adopted by ~OreoKlondike2
D : Has been adopted by ~littlestpetshop3
E : Has been adopted by ~RealityZ
F : Has been adopted by ~tjmoonstudios-BEnB
G : Has been adopted by ~Zoala
H : Has been adopted by ~smithieaan
I : Has been adopted by ~Echofreeze
J : Has been adopted by ~Miyukiko-Sama
K : Has been adopted by *CocoaAkeelahKitten
L : Has been adopted by ~sibunasarinha07
M : Has been adopted by ~arthursgirl
N : Has been adopted by ~sparrowcrazy
O : Has been adopted by ~Echofreeze
P : Has been adopted by ~Shades-Of-Smoke
Q : Has been adopted by *Hoffnungsstern
R : Has been adopted by ~OreoKlondike2
S : Has been adopted by ~littlestpetshop3
T : Has been adopted by ~tjmoonstudios-BEnB
U : Has been adopted by ~sweet-cynder
V : Has been adopted by ~Shades-Of-Smoke
W : Has been adopted by ~WQFHWCS
X : Has been adopted by ~Zoala
Y : Has been adopted by ~LozIsNoo
Z : Has been adopted by ~duskwolf14

And a very special thank you to everyone who drew them

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and please don't get upset if you don't get the one that you want this time, there will always be plenty more sheets to come ^^

Vanilla, the overprotective mother - COMIC

Sun, 08 Apr 2012 03:32:22 PDT

Vanilla absolutely does not approve of BOTDF's discusting lyrics...AT ALL.

Vanilla is pissed at Dahvie XD ...REALLY PISSED.

Anyway the song that Cream is listening to is "Scream for my icecream" by Blood on the Dance Floor

...And no Dahvie is not really high...He is just hallucinating XD

Art belongs to me
Dahvie belongs to himself
Cream and Vanilla belong to SEGA/Sonic Team

TITTIES

Sun, 27 Jan 2013 13:34:35 PST

original meme: [link]
*NintendoRainbow made one and i had to ;-;
so i did.
dahvie with tits.
forever alone with tits.
done, enjoy.

ASK BOTDF!

Sat, 08 Sep 2012 14:56:16 PDT

dahvie and jayy just love moustaches...

SHAMELESS PROMOTING TIME!
this is the icon/poster for my askbotdf tumblr.
want to ask them a question?
here's my tumblr: [link]
i'll draw for you! yay!

enjoy!

Blood on the dance floor

Mon, 16 Aug 2010 18:27:05 PDT

It says it all and yes, this is a song name.

A random BOTDF rage comic

Mon, 18 Jun 2012 20:42:20 PDT

Enjoy Dahvie's crappily done hair. XD

Jayy...I dont think it will TASTE like cotton candy...

Dahvie and Jayy belong to their sexy selves.

BOTDF causes "ideas"

Sat, 06 Nov 2010 22:10:42 PDT

Blood on the dance floor is probably my fav band next to jeffree star. And sexting is my favorite song watch here ---->[link]
it seems that smoker has gotten some " inspiration from it "

<3

enjoy, comment, fav, and tell your friends

Preparation for the Tomb

Fri, 16 Nov 2012 17:51:04 PST

(LARGE image, I apologize. LARGE story too)

A brief preface. I figure with next week techincally being the start of the holiday season once more, I think I'll give another little gift to the community. ^^

What follows is a rather lengthy short story detailing the background (before AND after) this artwork. If you'd like to skip to the REAL description behind this image (although I HOPE you'll read through for your enjoyment ), go down to the second set of '*****' symbols in the description here. The tale's worth it though, particularly if you things hot. Which is also a warning...

A last warning, it's a first-person story, so things are deliberately a bit mysterious and unhinged. Oops, I mean disjointed.

*****

I was shivering. It almost seemed impossible due to the intense warmth surrounding my lithe form yet the truth was obvious:

This was frightening me more than anything had before.

Despite the airs of either being full of myself and tempting or more so my normal stoic and quiet mindset with little emotion shown...this might have actually been exciting if I didn't already know most of the reason for it happening.

Somehow I sweat as I was rendered nearly naked, lying atop a fairly soft cushion in a dark corridor somewhere. A strange force held me down atop the slightly comfy perch as metallic hands belonging to things that I just couldn't make out removed my clothing and accessories. The energy, oddly familiar to some facet of magical knowledge in my mind that felt mysteriously hazy in this darkness, kept me from moving my limbs or neck as warm air coddled my form. Being unable to raise my head from where I lay and with such heat surrounding me I could only be certain that the asp-decorated headpiece and the little bindings around curves of my dark hair were still on me.

But my eyes were busy trying to focus on other things as the mechanical arms crossed my own limbs in front of my chest, my hands gingerly curved around my breasts which were clearly NOT covered anymore. Apparently my 'chariot' was in motion, hovering or crawling delicately upon an unseen floor down this blackened corridor. I tried to make out some of the blood red glyphs that glowed upon the walls every few feet. They passed in silence and I became aware that at least three cloaked individuals strode to my sides, each brandishing a staff with a strange shape upon the end.

"If only I could raise my head," I thought to myself, unwilling to try to speak as this...punishment was carried out, "Maybe I could read what is in store for me."

I had a feeling that I shouldn't speak anyway. I had done something very stupid...though not exactly by my own choice...maybe that kiss went too far as well...

"It can't be helped now...can it? What's the point...here I am...wherever here is," I mumbled to myself softly, feeling the brief element of possible excitement drop back into the normal doldrums of my mind.

My 'procession' stopped momentarily to turn down another eerie, glyph illuminated corridor and one of the darkly cloaked figures split off to continue down my original path. The heat must have been affecting my eyesight...not to mention the few beads of sweat dripping past my orbs...but I could make out part of a wall glyph: '-iklnelphis'

The phrase wasn't a typical one in our language and did not ring a bell immediately...yet there was something familiar about it. My mind tried to ignore the creeping dread that was starting to rise up my sweaty spine and focus on tomes I had 'acquired' in the past...

"Mmmmm MMMMmmm Mm!"

An extremely muffled voice caught my ear as we passed another opening. I struggled to use my peripheral vision, still unable to twist my neck, and glanced another robed person through the portal. The lighting was more normal in that chamber, which appeared to be quite lengthy, and I assumed the restrained voice must have come from in there. It would have been high-pitched but there's no way the cloaked figure, apparently a tall man, could have been the source.

"But what did I hear then?" I pondered. The large figure was waving his staff at something on the wall of that room. Something that was squirming and curving...and it appeared like there was more of whatever that fleshy-colored thing was down the wall. A bead of sweat dripped from my brow as I lay confused upon this cushion, losing sight of whatever was going on past that portal.

The uneasy silence resumed around this long march to the unknown. My heart, however, had started to pound faster and I had to focus on something beyond the oddity that I couldn't decipher back there. Or the glyphs that I knew I could read yet the dull lighting seemed to be deliberately blurring my eyes.

"Did I really deserve this? I'm already starting to crack from darkness and suspense and that sort of experience has NEVER fazed me before...and I don't even KNOW what they plan to do with me. I have noble blood! I don't deserve whatever awaits, regardless of what they thought I did..."

My haughty thoughts were tempered and I began to pant slightly, unable to squirm uncomfortably under whatever force held me down, as I thought back of what had happened...

...it was a foolish thing to do in hindsight...why did I listen...why did I not use my own judgment...

"And why was that...less of a trial than I expected...avoiding shame? It's not like our people are strangers to such matters...so why so fast and so clandestine?" I quested to my cloudy brain.

A large opening loomed before us and for the first time I found my neck could weakly bend. The oncoming chamber was just as dark but creepily illuminated by masses of crimson runes. I scanned down her tan form, feeling less confident in herself and more worried about what awaited as my hovering 'chariot' slowed as it neared the door. My purple irises scanned back and forth at four robed men stood in pairs on either side of the doorway. Their faces were grim, ignoring the sensual curves of my nude body as they stared at each other...except the last one on the left. For a brief time I could swear he was displaying a vile smirk, looking lecherously upon my flesh.

I felt his fingers brush the side of my thigh as I passed through the opening before him, nasty touches that chilled the sweat already starting to pool on my prone form.

I mouthed, "You dare touch one such as I?!" and was about to yell...and then I noticed his face. I knew that face...that couldn't be...

But then my eyes focused on something else next to the man's head. Another blood-red glyph, the same one I had only partially read before.

'Etertiklnelphis'. I read it...and then the logical parts of my mind, more and more were being blocked with terror and apprehension of the situation, pulled forth something ancient from a relic-tome I had once treasured.

My mouth went agape as I recognized what it meant...

The quartet marched down the passage behind me as the cushioned device I lay upon settled into the chamber.

-----

"It couldn't...those are legends. Scary stories for the young to keep them in their place. No one would use such methods ever again...would they?"

The expression on that man...that phrase...I was shaken to my core. What WAS about to happen to me?

My heart was beating fiercely in my exposed chest. I recalled extremely tattered pages only vaguely alluding to what Etertiknelphis meant. It was something from ages long dead and buried by law...and for good reason. How could I have deserved such a punishment for any length of time...I was practically royalty, who would want to use such methods on an individual of such influence?

As the large room loomed around me, part of my consciousness was cracking in terror as it tried to reason with how I came to this fate and what indeed would face me...

...however, the more morbid, darker elements of my mind...they were excited in curiosity. This could be quite thrilling, to see and experience something so forbidden to be outlawed by the ancients. Prayers to my goddess whispered through my head...both for protection and in thanks...

"Grezkaza...that man was Grezkaza," murmured some still logical part of my memories. The nasty looking man among the priests that had brought her down this winding corridor into humid darkness...I knew him. He once was a servant of High N'Tencromagi Shul'uuz, one of the high elders I once studied under. But Grezkaza was supposedly banished for crimes against our culture...

I nearly eeped in surprise as I felt the soft thing that I lay upon come to a stop in the center of the chamber, pulling me from my thoughts back to dangerous reality. I tried to remain stoic in dark room as a wall of more crimson glyphs lit up, giving the area an ominous glow. Masking both my building apprehension and exhilaration, my eyes darted around my surroundings in slow movements. I could still raise my head but chose to keep my motions to a minimum until I knew what might befall my vulnerable form.

A pair of glowing eyes emerged before me. I shivered yet again as they stared unmoving for moments and my 'chair' rotated so they floated somewhere to my left. Lines of color lit in the darkness into the shape of a massive face, akin to the visages of the great pharaohs of our world. The orbs shone brilliantly and seemed to point in varied directions above an unmoving, mechanical mouth. This construct was commonly known as a PharaohMind, an overseer of sorts...

Long spindly silver shafts suddenly started to move and drop near my body. Bands of black material spooled forth from the tips of each and I raised an eyebrow as I recognized the shape of the limbs. I was apparently atop a technological scarab of some sort...which proceeded to use its limbs to hug my shuddering form and drape the dark bands across my neck and waist. Snugly, but not tight enough to cut circulation.

I felt somewhat uncomfortable by the rubbery yet warm touch of the bindings as they lay upon my body...and abruptly recognized them as a lesser used type of restraint somewhat looked down upon for, uh, more secretive or sexual pursuits...

"Hee hee," I tittered to myself, recalling my first experiment with the tactile strips from an...experiment several months ago. "But that was only as a bit of pliable wrist binding...this...what is this?"

The touch of the pliable bands was slightly uncomfortable as my neck was encircled by the silent work of the scarab's deft arms. The other set had given me a belt of the black rubber and was slowly moving upwards. It felt like a dull itching sensation that was gradually moving towards my shivering stomach. A giggle slipped from my lips...surely just an accidental response amidst this delicate wrapping procedure...

...

Wait...

...was I being...mummified? ALIVE?!

As my shoulders started to become entrapped within the rubber bandages, I began to sweat even harder beneath my shaking arms. That was one of the worst sins in the culture of Ossirsis! With such reverence and care to the facets of death and the afterlife...this was a mockery to many of our beliefs and standards passed down over the ages. That would indeed be a reason these ancient punishments would be outlawed and forbidden...even a pure death sentence is in a way considered an act of mercy and benevolence in my culture, a release from the normalcy of existence to the pleasures that await in the next world. We had even mastered ways to let those truly deserving continue to have influence on those still living, giving them the ability to dwell within constructs and machines in order to still have touch with those they loved or wished to help society as a whole.

I was practically royalty...what I had done was not even remotely of the level of requiring even a end to my life. If this WAS to be my final fate, I should not be denied my deserved ceremony and care to pass on...

...

My mind raced as my heart started to pound in my chest.

"The trial...why had it been done so fast and in so secluded quarters. I had recognized no one...I barely even saw anyone's faces with the decision chamber being so dark. No family, no friends, no one to stand for me...it had been an amazingly quick trial for such a stupid act and I was unable even to defend myself."

Almost as if it wasn't a trial at all...

"Just five grim judges and a handful of guards in a dark room. No presiding officers or royals. The head judge...his face was obscured by a cloak...even his words seem muddled in my memories."

I shook my head, trying to clear it up and get some of the salt out of my eyes. My belly was rising and falling more rapidly and each motion oddly felt...ticklish...as the bands of darkness rubbed against my skin.

"Surely High N'Tencromagi Shul'uuz was supposed to have been present to defend me. It was his suggestion after all that made me try..."

My thoughts trailed off. My body felt a numbness I had never experienced before. I thought of what little I could see of the prime judge's face as he dictated a sentence which I could not hear the details or duration of...and then of Grezkaza's smirking expression just a few moments ago.

Tears started to swell in my eyes as the reality of the situation dawned on me. I felt cold despite the intense heat swathing around both the exposed and slowly enwrapped sections of my figure. Terror at what truly was going on overwrote any curiosity still left...and dwarfed the spark of anger deep in my core.

Something emitted a synthetic screech as I felt cold metal in the shape of a claw land on my right shoulder.

"AAAAHHHH!!" I shrieked as this farcical punishment intruded my consciousness once more. Only my neck was still outside the effects of the 'energy' keeping me down on the scarab and unable to struggle. I twisted and glared with one eyebrow raised to see a peculiar creature made of golden metal perched on my shoulder, shrieking back at me.

If I was in my normal state of mind, seeing a mechanical scorpion would merely intrigue me for a few moments, although I've always had a bit of a fascination with the more creepy and crawly type of life forms. But right now I was definitely weakened enough by revelations and shuddering anticipation that the tech-critter had the apparently desired effect of frightening me out of my stupor. It seemed similar to any other scorpion, with the exception of being made of gold, yet it had some strange feathery barb as a tip for its tail and...white 'lining' within its huge pincers?

It let out another cry from a clawed mouth beneath intensely glowing eyes. Those fiendish orbs looked temporarily at the now indecipherably murmuring PharoahMind in the corner and the creature abruptly turned and began to crawl down my tan body. Winking away both tears and sweat, my eyes widened with each cool touch of its limbs on my chest. And then...and then...the plume of its tail slipped between my breasts for a moment as it crept across those bountiful orbs.

"Ahhaaha...ooohhhh," I found my voice again and cooed. The barb was very ticklish and the sensation of it passing through that tight 'passage' proved...stimulating. I started to feel the warmth of the chamber override my numbness once more as it tickled the sides of my breasts.

The scarab's limbs began to snuggly wrap my shaking chest as the scorpion gingerly walked across my ribs and danced along my belly. I coughed, trying to bite my lip as it moved across that sensitive area. The little machine turned around to face me...and then devilishly plunged its tail into my tight navel.

"EEEEEEeeeee!!! EEeeaaahahahaaah!!!"

My head thrashed as I laughed, watching the golden insectoid 'paint' the walls and surrounding flesh of my belly-button with its tail and starting to wonder if the punishment included such humiliation as an insult before one is fully wrapped for their forbidden fate. Did 'they' know this was torturous to me, being so delicate and sensitive? My tummy was flat and beautiful and I nearly always had it on display...both for practical (heat) reasons and because I knew it caught the eyes of others with its delicious curves. Did 'they' know how delicate it was to such sensation?

It continued on its way as the rubber bandages wrapped the area it just finished tickling. The rapid breathing caused by my laughter made my belly rub against the bindings and...it itched. I tried to calm down but it almost felt like that damn tail was still doing its work around my navel as my stomach rose and fell...was there something tactile on the INSIDE of these hot strips? Some coating or cilia or such?

As the thing passed my waist, another set of the scarab's arms rose next to my thighs, which were dripping with more sweat every passing moment. I That throbbing sound seemed louder as I awaited them to begin wrapping my lower half, perhaps...

...the mech-scorpion, however, continued to surprise me. It crawled along my left thigh and then seemed to get 'lost' in terms of whatever its procedure list was set to. The critter trot in place, every step itching my leg and I was unable to 'scratch' it. It turned one way, then the other...and its barb brushed against my exposed nether regions.

"Ooouhhh," I warbled, my eyes widening. Was that a mistake...or deliberate? I started to wonder if some mischievous spirit inhabited this device or if was only an automaton commanded by the PharoahMind to...stimulate me. It turned back and forth several times, waving that ticklish plume against my sex in deft swipes. My eyes closed and rolled back slightly as I cooed.

"MMmmmmm...uhhhmmm..."

That erogenous zone felt slick with...liquid other than sweat...as the cursed creature tickled down there. My mind started to wander...was this punishment or perhaps they WERE giving some 'rewards' toward the process of ending my life? I felt a tingling through my entire form just as my arms and chest were bound together by the black tape...and found that tingling was partially because my fingers were moving under my control. I tried to curl them and move my hands but I found the bonds were too tight and all I was doing was feathering my own breasts within the hot confines of the bandages...

...which felt quite...pleasant as the plume brushed a few more times in an area that should have been making me protest aloud or cry for help rather than...murmur somewhat satisfied to myself.

It abruptly stopped just as I was starting to feel more exhilaration than terror and the scorpion marched down my legs. Simultaneously the mechanical scarab began wrapping that now moist area of my body, sealing the various oozing around my rump and thighs. Just as before with my belly and breasts, it felt rather strange where the rows of thin rubber-weave now pressed. Whatever lay on the insides of the material it was something I had not had any experience with personally.

Barring the dull pounding, the metal limbs worked quietly and the imposing face in the corner muttered to itself. I was helpless and the response from the previous activity was muted as I watched the sets of arms wrap my body tightly. Apprehension began to return as I observed more of my creamy flesh encircled by the dark bandages. While I had to admit that the feeling of the material on my skin had a peculiarly...'unique' feeling (one which might be rather enjoyable under other circumstances), the fact that it might soon cover my entire body and smother me was getting more unsettling with every passing moment. My heart beat faster and sweat dripped from beneath my hairline and headpiece.

Oddly, I felt more 'life' in my body right after it an area was entwined with the bands. Of course, it was too late at that point to be able to move enough to leave some space from which perhaps I could struggle. However, I definitely could feel that unusual texture of the bindings with the now aware and strangely sensitive regions of my skin.

Soon I was bound from the top of my neck to my knees. The scorpion perched upon my covered joints and watched the streaks of blackness continue to swaddle my shins. I looked past the machine to my exposed feet, unable to move them still due to that strange power, and felt depressed as they would soon be swallowed by the wrappings.

"And then," I gulped, "My head will surely follow."

However, the bondage ended right above my ankles. The limbs moved back up my form and added a few more layers here and there to reinforce the bindings in places. They did not move back down my legs...and once again I was confused into silence, feeling a chill up my spine as I wondered what would follow.

There was more movement in the room. I saw another figure move in the shadows, this one far too large to be a normal man. I shivered more vigorously as another set of glowing eyes...no...jewels lit up. The room seemed even warmer and the darkness seemed felt closer as the eyes moved slowly forward. There was another sound...dull thuds accompanied the louder throbbing ringing in my ears. This huge presence...what could it be? My lips trembled and I felt a deep pressure on my chest as if something was sitting there and compacting my lovely figure further into these tight bandages.

It moved slowly, only its eyes showing through the glyph-masked shadows...and my spine-tingled tension was interrupted as I felt something cold step on my exposed ankles.

"Eee...aaaah," I softly stammered, feeling the frigid golden legs of the scorpion touch the bare skin. My quivering eyes darted back down to it, diverting my gaze from the massive shadow and toward my bare but still magic-bound feet. A random curious thought made me question why both they and my head remained unbound...

The PharaohMind muttered something which kept me from focusing on anything too long. My eyes returned to the thing before me. It was huge and glowing gems sprang into light upon its shoulders, which surrounded a long, canine-shaped head with an elaborate headdress. Was I staring at death itself...in the form of construct I rarely had seen in the past: the Anubshiath? And an amazingly huge Anubshiath at that, I thought in wonder as it stood silent before me.

The sleek blackness of its smooth construction, 'interrupted' only by wired gemstones scattered on the titan, was unnerving. Still shaking a bit from recent activity by the critter, I was oddly fascinated by the terrifying design molded in the shape of one of our death gods. If I wasn't bound so tightly I would love to touch the obsidian of its design...to trail my fingers down those muscular ridges and curves. My eyes closed a little as my fingers mimicked that activity which merely caused me to feather my pressed but bountiful breasts.

Tittering, I wondered if the Anubshiath was merely an automaton or if a spirit had been bound to its core. I mused in the latter case that it was a good thing that only the benevolent and deserving ever received such an honor in their second lives...imagine if the damned or depraved were given the chance to inhabit the massive machines in large numbers...

My thoughts trailed off as the reality of the situation returned. The dog-headed metal man just stood there with its arms at its sides and the lack of activity by either it or the scarab upon which I sat gave the underlying apprehension a chance to surge through my form once more. This had to be deliberate...and sadly it was effective. I didn't understand what was going to happen to me or for how long...

Blinking away more drops of sweat from my eyes, my gaze dropped from the unmoving Anubshiath downwards to the other immobile mechanical...but it stopped before it reached the scorpion on my ankles. I looked at my tan feet, just as immobilized as the two machines, and again wonder why they remained unbound. I could slightly understand why my face was free...to see all the preparation and ceremony taken with this punishment...but my bare feet? Why were they free to extrude into the warm air of the chamber still?

A silly, sultry thought slipped into the storm of conflicting emotions of my mind as I glanced at my pretty peds. I considered them rather alluring with their cute toes and sensual curves. Pampered by beauty treatments and delicate, I often only clad them in nice jeweled sandals (if I wore anything at all other than jewelry on my lower legs) just so they could be seen and...appreciated. Would this be the last audience for them and me? I would have swayed them gently in the red lights here if they were free of that strange force.

A small smile crept on my visage as I had those thoughts...and it soon turned to confusion. My eyes widened as the golden scorpion crept atop both feet.

"Uh, erm," I stammered as I saw the thing move its head to my big toes. I emitted another eep in shock as two cold curved 'claws' shoved their tips around those plump tootsies and pinched them sternly though not painfully together. All at once the feeling of life surged back into my feet...just in time for that damn barbed tail to switch across the tops of each foot.

I bit my lip once more, sweating harder and trying not to laugh. I strained to wriggle my feet and kick the critter off but the mouth-claws holding the two big digits kept them together and I just couldn't wave either foot. Abruptly the little machine clamped its pincers around two of my other toes.

"Er...ooh...hee, hee," I warbled.

The claws gripped snuggly but not too tightly on each tootsie and I became very aware of what that white lining I had previous seen within the pincers felt like. It was very soft with little prickles of fur, forming 'rings' around each held toe. My left eye twitched at the feeling and my wet lips trembled.

"No, no! Noooaaaahahaahahahaa!!!"

I squealed with laughter as something unexpected happened within those pincers. I felt the tickly linings between the scorpion's claws somehow begin to rotate, spinning faster and faster and tickling the hell out of the stems they encircled. Spouting protests and giggles, I began to thrash and try to curl the held toes. All I was successful in doing was flexing and spreading the still free digits...and sending more ripples of discomfort up my body as the bandages shifted with my movement...

...no, not discomfort...uneasy itching, almost ticklish in its touch as whatever affected the inside of the strips coupled with the slickness of my sweating skin gave me a strangely...enjoyable feeling as the ridges rubbed my body.

I cooed even as my toes were subjected to the whirling dervishes within the pincers, the panic of being mummified and now tickled slightly muted by the odd pangs of pleasure penetrating my mind. Was some darker part of me...enjoying this situation?!

"Aaaahhhhh hahaha....haaaahaahahaahah."

Sleek and terrible, the canine-headed construct caught my eye with a movement of its arm. Or, perhaps, its own gem sensors had noticed the metal scorpion suddenly open its pincers. Sweat was starting to pour harder down my form, leaving most of my body moist. The room itself still had a hellish heat. Now, even my exposed feet felt hot, particularly the two toes which had just been released from fur-lined torture. Tittering, I curled my toes and flexed my feet to try and shake the critter off again.

In response, the Anubshiath apparently had also taken notice of the wild quivering of my bare soles before it. Within the powerful grasp of its outstretched hand sat a golden ankh. My eyes tried to focus on the glimmering artifact while the scorpion quickly closed its pincers around two different toes, promptly swirling the rings of fur around. I resisted to struggle even as I chortled aloud once more, too curious to see what sort of punishment this ankh might bring.

The massive head on the wall mumbled something I couldn't understand and I strained my sight on the abrupt motion I saw around the base of the device. Something was...slithering...

"EEEEEeeeee ha aahahahah! AHHHH!!!"

The devilish insectoid caught me unaware as it dropped its plumed tail between my held peds and swished the barb around. I nearly jumped in response, my attention so devoted to what was in the titan's hand, that another wave of increasingly 'enjoyable' ripples of the bandages slid up my form. My hands started to tremble, which only made it worse as they cupped my covered breasts.

A soft moan slipped from my lips somewhat unwillingly before I again could glance at that ankh held before my helpless feet. There, shining in pale red light, curled two metallic asps, swaying back and forth as they hung from the ankh. Forked tongues flickered in and out of their fanged mouths as they emitted quiet hisses amidst the intense throbbing noise of the chamber.

I seized up, sputtering laughs still due to the mech-scorpion's activity. I...I knew what was imminent. My heart pounded in my shaking chest as I stared again at my tan-skinned feet...

...so delicate...so soft...so...SENSITIVE...

They were so pampered and taken care of that...that...

The serpents leaned in close. Something slick touched my sole...

"WAAAAAHHAAHAHAHAAHAAHAAAHAA!!! NOOOOOAAAHAAHAHAHA!!!"

I cried out in hollering anguish after only a few seconds. The tongues...the tongues!

They were clearly metal yet that material so slim...so slick...so pliable...

"AAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

...they felt real! The licks were so delicate and precise! I felt them teasing at my heels and then sliding up each flexing arch to the balls of my feet.

I thrashed again, not thinking of the repercussions as my body tensed up. The bandages shifted once again and the creeping waves of pleasurable itching surged from my knees to my chest again. It must've been some sort of cilia...the textures of the strips rubbed between my thighs and at my belly notably and I felt pent up everywhere...everywhere but my poor feet that is. My hands tried to ball into fists but merely pinched at my heaving orbs.

"OOOOHAAAHAHAHAOOOOOO!!! OOOHHHHHAAAAHAAAHAHHAHA!!!"

I splayed my feet as I moaned with laughter. Tears were streaming down my face with each lick. Whatever programming or power controlled these metal snakes...it was as meticulous as our best surgeons. Their fiendish tongues lathered in careful swaths upon my bare soles, caressing every little curve as they passed. They dipped and dug into every wrinkle as my feet scrunched, forcing me to flex my peds. They seemed like they were hunting every weak spot down there, flickering the tips of the glinting tongues like tiny evil fingers wherever it caused me to laugh higher and higher.

The scorpion was not inactive during all this. Without warning it would periodically release its pincers and promptly clamp two more of the wobbling toes, then buff their stems with its furry touch. Its barb darted between my constrained big toes and whipped its fuzzy edges upon them again and again. There was no pattern or timing, just to make its part of the torture completely unexpected and frenzy my feverish mind even further.

Staring at my tormented feet, I screeched with terror and continued to writhe...and the motion kept the covered parts of my lovely figure from relaxing. More rippling movement of the bandages passed over my sex and stomach...my hands pressed on my hardening breasts...fluids other than sweat began to trickle once more as this torture was driving me mad!

Hissing, the ankh-wrapped snakes kept assaulting my exposed extremities. The tongues danced upon every curve and crevice of my agonized soles...I would have been impressed by their delicacy if I wasn't wailing in pain and somehow also whimpering in pleasure.

"PLEASEEAAAHAHAAAHAHAAHAAAAAHHA...NOOO MORAAAHAHAAAHAAA!!! MER...MERCEEEEEEEEeeeeeeahaaaaaaaa!!!

Crying aloud I couldn't believe I had just asked for mercy...but I wasn't thinking clearly anyway. Surely everything around her was either an automaton or possibly with a spirit within tempered to this purpose.

I felt a trickle of release as my nipples hardened beneath my palms...if begging for mercy didn't work, perhaps I should use some of my remaining seductive charms...

No. That's how I ended up here in the first place...

I drooled as my mouth sputtered with chortles and groans. My hair became more disheveled as I flailed my head back and forth, that pumping motion being mimicked by my squirming feet...not to mention some other regions covered in black bands...

As my toes endured their hot swirls of torture, the rest of my footsies...I couldn't call it 'cool'...they were moistening. Due to the temperature around my body I couldn't really discern (or care) if the terrible tongues were actually leaving a coat of...saliva...or if merely the sensation left as they passed was merely an after effect of feeling that strange metal on my delicate skin. But they FELT slick and somehow even more sensitive...

...the licking was getting more agonizing over time...but also it felt more...sexual...it was turning me on! This sick punishment was...tongues licking upon my deserving feet...they deserved such reverence and attention! But my deranged mind was in conflict on whether this excruciating torment was worth the erotic sensations starting at my toes and spreading throughout my being.

Sensual torture...I was...loving it as I cursed it...terrible little tentacles...

My freakish laughter became babbles as the tongues slipped beneath my toes. I uttered an almost animalistic screech (far louder than I ever thought I could vocalize) and gushed a release in response to the full-body writhing such a tiny little touch finally set off. Various fluids burst orifices and were soaked up by the bandages or fell to the floor beneath my throbbing, hot body.

"OUUUUUHHHHHhhhhhha ha ha....hee...ahhhh...."

The tongues stopped moments later at an order from the PharaohMind. I continued to weakly giggle as the scropion continued to play with my shivering toes in its grasp...

I...enjoyed...and hated...what happens...no...now...

Quitely and gently, the scarab that I lay upon turned away from the Anubshiath as it withdrew the ankh and its evil asps. The massive figure remained still...

...my eyes were tired...my mind was both conflicted and confused...

...I didn't notice another huge metal figure had stepped from the glyphic wall. I had been too busy...

...bird-like with another elaborate gemmed headdress...an Ohurousiath construct...based on...was it a god of wisdom...the wind?

...

...no...

...the giant's hands were...were...no...no!!!

...huge spreads of feathered wings...I can't...take...unnnhhh....

...

...the scarab stopped turning...my feet...before the Ohurousiath. Its eyes are...glowing...that pounding noise is my...my heart...

!!!

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"Not eternal."

Whimpering and sniffling on the outside but feeling extremely wild and light-headed on the inside, I barely heard the PharaohMind whisper that phrase as the scarab chariot carried my twitching body out of the torture chamber.

Hope...but did it mean anything or was it just more punishment by giving me a glimmer of courage and optimism...yet another lie. Just like everyone I knew was apparently lying to me...

Punishment...I must've been cracking as I only half thought of the past hours as a penalty. An assault upon my senses...such treatment should never had befallen my poor, delicate figure. My ravaged feet were crossed as they protruded from my wrap of bandages...trying to protect each other from more...touching...

I lay broken, withdrawing further into myself as the moist warmth encircled my body within the bandages, timidly sighing and trying not to move lest I...'inspire' myself more. I was unsure if any person or machine accompanied this trip through the dark corridors to...

...to where...to what...hee hee...to more 'fun'?

Some spark inside my tempestuous mind burned with the desire to experience more of the methods of ancient Etertiklnelphis. To get such attention to parts of my worthy figure...to tempt the 'pain' of such touches and tickles again in order to achieve baser desires beyond knowledge...

Ooh...the way those tongues sent licks up my spine like a chain reaction...

I struggled to think of something else, lest I blurt out more beyond my quiet pouts to my quiet surroundings. Again, why me...why had this happened...I thought of the 'hope' I had been given and wondered if this indeed was 'not eternal', would I be released? Did they...did he...want me broken and driven mad with mindless panic and sheer lust?

...rev...revenge...this was not right. I shouldn't be here, writhing in agony...

...

Yes, I should. I want to know more of our ancient ways...I want to FEEL more...

This battle of logic versus desire continued in my weary brain as minutes passed with the rest of me being brought through fancy arches and past magic-warded vaults. Bleary-eyed, I barely acknowledged that I had entered another large room with two passageways leading away from it. Something of considerable size dominated one edge of the chamber with various glyphs and a few...monitors...around it.

I had trouble focusing, straining my purple eyes to focus and realizing that a few robed men stood at each doorway. But the cube-like thing in the wall had my warbling attention...a massive metal box covered with ornamental glyphs and writing...

...with a raised lid and cushions within...and...

...and two holes in the front surrounded by dials and switches...two...holes...

"Ah...wha...what in the goddess...name," I abruptly yet weakly protested as my vision was blocked. Someone or something behind my prone body promptly had wrapped a dark band of material around my eyes. I couldn't see anything, just faint colors from the glyphs on the walls!

Strong hands hoisted my shivering body away from the warm cushions of the scarab...my back was extremely moist from whatever collected within the bindings under me. Weakened, my head drooped downward and I experienced a brief moment of vertigo as I was turned around in the air. I merely continued to sigh softly, blinded and confused further with each passing moment.

Gently, the grasps lowered me down. I felt another set of cushions under my shoulder blades as I was lowered at an incline. Something hard pressed under my bound, shaking knees to bend them a moment before my bandage-clad ass touched the soft underside. The hard shaft was then removed and my legs straightened out again, resting them just above the ankles within some tight curved shelves...

...had my feet touched something as they extended? Something above where they lay now...oh...now I felt the curved, padded arches over my ankles as well...

...two holes...I had seen two...holes in that 'box'. I writhed to my sides, trying to ignore the sensual feelings that by now I knew would come with any forced movement on my part, and found I had very little room on either side before my shoulders hit a hard wall.

I was...I was in that ornamental box...a sarcophagus. MY sarcophagus...with my lower legs protruding from those openings...

A recent memory attempted to surface amidst the gleeful giggles slipping from my lips in response to my testing my boundaries...it failed...

I waved my feet around to see if they hit anything...no...they were just hanging in the air. I tensed up and half-coughed, half-chuckled as gloved hands closed halfway up each ped. My tortured appendages were nearly numb from the onslaught before...I could barely feel the difference in temperature between the air around them and what surrounded the rest of my body...

"Eeeee...no m...moreeee."

Shivering with apprehension, I felt cold circles of metal delicately placed upon six of my wiggling toes...although I couldn't be certain of the number, unable to see anything. I licked my lips, both dreading and looking forward to what might happen next. The dead feeling in my feet gradually faded as the coldness and weight of the various toerings woke them up. I curled my toes...they probably looked very alluring at that moment with what were apparently fancy ceremonial jewelry encircling their soft skin. One felt slightly heavier and...I could swear I felt a brief throb of energy in it...I wondered haphazardly if the scorpion had been 'cleaning' the stems of my toes to prepare them for these charms...

Sickly, I wondered if such a view might catch the eye of one of the men doing these preparations. Perhaps I could...convert one to let me out with my charms. I flexed my left foot, splaying the toes to show off the new toerings. Teasingly, I then slowly curled my tootsies and wrinkled my sole, almost beckoning whoever might be out there to come closer...perhaps a caress...a kiss...

...I wouldn't normally be trying something like this...seductive activity like this was something meant to be intimate and secret...why did I feel more and more like I should let such forbidden thoughts out...

...what did I have to lose?! Why hold back now? This is obviously not what SHOULD have happened. If right and logic were being ignored by vile methods...this was definitely not a typical prison complex or punishment...why should I not act out some of my darker desires too? I was doomed anyway, betrayed to my fate...

I pinched my own breast as I waved my feet, just to get my mood even more suggestive. I cooed a pleasant murring sound deliberately...

Abruptly, the hands lifted my head and clenched my chin to keep my mouth open. Roughly I felt something looped underneath my dark hair and something hard yet tube-like was forced between my teeth. Like a hard gag it kept my jaw open just enough to encircle the tube and unable to bite down. I cried out but the sound was muffled, just causing saliva to pool at the edges of my lips and drip down my chin.

Almost choking, I felt a trickle of something sweet begin to drop into my salivating mouth. It was pleasant but unfamiliar...I couldn't spit it up if I tried due to the gag it ran through. My twisting head was lowered back into the hot cushions and I also noticed a stream of air somehow passing through the pliable device now attached to my maw.

...they weren't sealing me alive to smother...

I immediately felt the effects of whatever fluid was slipping down my throat. It was like a pleasurable haze was drifting over me...but my core felt both supple and unconfined. I felt...loose...ready to let everything go...

...EVERYTHING...

I barely felt a few other attachments made, miraculously pushed through the creases of my bandages. Two or three devices were placed on various parts of my stomach and lower regions...I didn't take notice of them until they started to vibrate...soothingly...oh yes...

Intoxicated by the drink and vibrations, I inanely wondered if this treatment was actually a gift for one of my status...the decorations on my feet, the delightful additions making my body feel at ease...and beyond...

SLAM.

...

It was suddenly even darker. The few muttering voices of my captors softened and vanished. Despite my buzz, I became aware after shifting my body a few more times...well, aware after I calmed down from the ripples tickling my torso...that I was truly confined. The sarcophagus must've been sealed shut, and here I lay for...

...

Mmmm...panic started and was combined with my wickeder thoughts as I realized I was alone. I was only with myself...sweat built up and I cried weakly but both were absorbed into the evil bindings, just moistening them further to...intensify whenever I may next shift my position.

So constrained on the outside, but all the darker and more erotic thoughts were fighting to burst from within...

My senses were restrained absolutely...

Sight...I could see nothing now at all...nothing beyond whatever images my crazy mind was bringing to bear...

Hearing...only a low hum from whatever machinery surrounded or was part of my coffin...

Smell...the air within the confines was inert and my own musky odors (from sweat and...release) were only urging me to...indulge myself further...

Taste...the potion I drank was delightful at first but already my taste buds were dulling from its slow, rapid drips upon my tongue and tonsils...

They were all muted and deprived of stimuli...

...all but touch.

Even that, my only true remaining element of perception, was limited. The saturated bandages covered most of my body and what remained uncovered of my face endured constant humidity from the hot air within the cramped sarcophagus.

Just my bare feet...they were free and exposed to the comparatively cool atmosphere outside my prison. The toerings' weights kept me aware of their presence as my peds dangled there...

...how pretty they must look, bejeweled and beautiful as they hung from the openings. Imagining an audience out there in the chamber, I waved them charmingly, scrunching up my smooth soles and then flexing out the alluring wrinkles that had formed...

...why was I so fixated on my legs lately? Because that was all I was rendered to in regards to the outside world? My only way of communicating or interacting...ohhhh...how tempting it must look as I wiggle my tootsies like this...I would LOVE to see it...

...

That memory suddenly burst into my consciousness amidst the inebriated lust, barely making itself known as I shifted my legs in their confines.

I recalled that hallway I had passed before the torture center. A priest was waving a staff at something protruding from the wall. There was a muffled scream...it was female, I now realized. And what stuck out of the wall, of which I had seen a line of...

A pair of feet. A woman's wriggling appendages sticking out of a solid wall, completely helpless to whatever torment someone or something outside would apply to them. And the victim completely unable to see or know when such anguishes might start or stop...

I gasped, trying not to choke on the tube...

There was a long line down that hallway...endless pairs of quivering feet protruding defenselessly from entombed females. My goddess, how many were unjustly cursed to this fate...how many women lay in sensory deprived enclosures, waiting for a line of ticklish torments to besiege their digits...how many girls just like me...

No...not just like me...surely they must be of lower classes. To be all imprisoned in a line like that...not like me...

...alone...in my own fantastic sarcophagus with these little treatments keeping me...surely due to my noble blood...

Terror...pure terror finally stopped the rest of my fractured thoughts from trying to 'woo' someone with the waving actions of my curved feet...

I was already broken...wasn't I? But I'm in the same state as those others...just alone...waiting...

I cringed and shuddered through the gag. My coffin felt even tighter as I pressed against one wall, to hell with the repercussions. The toerings...the vibrations, particularly caused by the device inserted between my thighs...no matter how hazy I felt I couldn't just fall asleep...

...

Just my feet jutting out...all that Ossirsis could observe of me...sweating and swaying sexily in the air...waiting...

...

Perhaps I was too enthralled in the ripples of sensual activity going up my body from the last bit of thrashing...but I could swear I heard something...

...maybe I truly was going mad...maybe I should let my vile nature completely out as I'm alone and spent...

...but I thought it was...hissing...

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(The following is a combination of muffled screams and crazy thoughts as the victim remains gagged by the feeding apparatus

WAAAAAHAAHAHAHAAHAA!!! STAAAAHAAAHAAAAPP!!! UNNAAHAAHAHAAHAAHAA!!!

THE TONGUES...THEY'RE WORSE THAN THE FEATHERS! OOOOOHHHHH I HATE THAAHAHAAA LICKS!

NO...L...LUV...LOVE IT!!! MOOOOOOORE!

UNHHHH...

YEEESSS...TORTURE MY FEET MORE! PUNISH THE FOOL...FOOLISSSSSH GIRL WHO COULDN'T READ THE GLYPPPPHSSSS! LAAAHAAHAATHAAAAEEEER EVERY INCH!

TWISTING...WRITHING RIPPLES. RUBBING MY SEX...OOOOHEEEEEHEEEHEEE THEEEEESS IS TOO MUCH!

BAAAAAHAHAAAHAA!!! GUUUUUUHAAAA...

SO HARD AGAINST MY PALMS...THROBBING AS I PLUCK...SUCH PERKY NIPPLES I HAAHAAAHAAHAVE...

NOOOOAAAAHAHA MORE TONGUES...I...CAN'T...CAN'T...SCREW IT!!! UNNNHHHHHHHHHHH...

...

YESSSSSS! I WANT IT FURTHER...HARDER...EVERYTHING OUTLAWED AND FORBIDDEN I WANT TO LET OUT...MOREE....MORE!

TEASING BETWEEN MY LEGS...SHAKING AGAINST MY BELLY...DRIPPING IN MY NAVEL...

UNNNHHHHEEEEHEEHEEHEE...DEEPER...I'LL SHAKE MYSELF TILL IT HAPPENS AGAIN, TO ANUBISTH WITH PRINCIPLES!!!

NO...YES...TICKLE MY TOES! MORE TONGUES BETWEEN MY TOES! WITHOUT WARNING! PIERCE THE SILENCE AS YOU MAKE LOVE DOWN THERE!!! TAKE ME TO THE ETERNAL LUST OF THE NETHERWORLDS!!!

*GUSH*

OUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHH!!!

YEEEEEESSSSSSSS...HA HA HA...ENDLESSLY! I'LL RUB AND GRIND EVERYTHING AGAINST THESE WALLS AGAIN AND AGAIN...MORE...

...more...enough...no...no more...

...haaahahahahah...it...it won't staaahahaahaap! I can't...eeeeheheeeeheheee hee staaand it!!! ENDLESS...MADNESS..NOT AGAIN...

NO...YES...

N...NOT...RE...RE...RESPONSIBLE!!!

UNNNHHHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!

...

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"That was the last decipherable neuro reading we could understand, my lord. The time after contained endless gibberish and...rather tantalizing and colorful psychotic rants...oh how I would enjoy entertaining some of them."

"Restrain your lecherous inhibitions, Grezkaza. I am in no mood to hear them after what I've read here...broken yes, trapped in her own whirlwind of terror and erogenous excitements...but she remembers..."

"What of the incident then, my lord? Won't the public learn she's gone?"

"It is of no matter...she was already 'missing' before ever entering the penitentiary complex in regards to her family and friends. Loose ends like this does not please me, Grezkaza. Shattered or not, her memories..."

"...mmm..."

"STOP DROOLING OVER THE RECORDINGS OF HER SOLES BEING LICKED!"

*****

Psy speaking again, still here? ^^

This sizable image showing my character Necra Ruia's mummified torment was actually done a little more than two years ago. I drew up a linework for it and the extremely talented and sorely missed artist felt it worthy to put such an amazing layer of color upon it. Scary, ominous...and very 'hot', I just loved the results (and had gotten permission to post it from him awhile back, as an aside).

This pic and its background elements ended up providing the inspiration for my artist pal Will Georges and his eventual creation of the excellent 'Tomb of Torment' mini comic series that's been posted here as well. You can find page 1 of that comic at [link]

We've been playing a lot with these scifi-esque versions of Necra and Marina, but this crazy image was techincally the starting point for all of it and I'm very thankful that Scavenger did such an amazing bit of coloring to this scene of poor Necra mummified and prepared for...well...you know...

The story, on the other hand, is more recent and techincally, well, leads into page 1 of 'Tomb of Torment' if you're paying attention.

Anyway, hope you enjoy both parts to this one. ^^

Linework/concept by me.
Colors (back in 2010) by

FELICE NAVIDAD, MOTHER FUCKER!

Mon, 24 Dec 2012 19:40:24 PST

from my blog, askbloodonthedancefloor
[link]

Merry Christmas, you dumb boobies.
and a happy new year.

dahvie and jayy are spreading the christmas joy in what seems to be slender man's forest.
with candy canes!

there's dead bodies in that bag i'mjustkiddinglol
okay...
i have nothing else to say. i'm done.
i drew for you.
i shaded, coloured and put a pretty background.
finito.

happy holidays!

Blood On The Dance Floor

Thu, 25 Oct 2012 16:35:27 PDT

Dahvie Vanity and Jayy Von Monroe

+Mad Rad Hair+

Thu, 14 Jan 2010 20:24:41 PST

For my OC Playlist I used the song Mad Rad Hair by Blood on the Dance Floor[link] for Yrani.
_{Since he loves his hair and is kinda a man-whore raver.} x3

_{Mad Rad Hair; [link]
Mad rad hot hair
make them jealous bitches, DAMN
Hot Hot chii it up
extra volume tease it up
fashion multifox hot
sceen it on the cat walk
colour chunks lush hot
razur cut jagged
im fenny not a faggot
scene hair so SIQ
texting on my sidekick
those extentions so thick
you can suck my dick
so get in my chair
let me pimp your hair
let me pimp that hair
Turn that music up
lets get waisted super fuck!

I got my mad rad hair
tease it out there's just do much flair!
My hair is better than yours
so fuck me on the dance floor
just fuck me on the...

I got
I got (uh-uh) I got
I got
I got (uh-uh) I got
I got
I got (uh-uh) I got
I got
I got (uh-uh) I got

Geten' my hair done at sexii parties
Everybody geten' tense
Feeling up my body
I love those filthy
like to get CRUNK ALL NIGHT
My bangs to the side
My hair's looken so tight
Oh my god I dyed it!
I dyed it teal! (Hence the Lineart OMG!)
Incase you didn't notice
I'm a really big deal
So shut the fuck up
and take your clothes off
I'm your getaway car
and were' going really far
Turn that music up
lets get waisted super fuck

I got my mad rad hair
tease it out there's just do much flair!
My hair is better than yours
so fuck me on the dance floor
just fuck me on the dance flair

I got my mad rad hair
tease it out there's just do much flair!
My hair is better than yours
So freak it all up
make you look like a myspace whore

Strike up,
Coon tails,
White polished finger nails.
I'm so fabulouse (duh)
I'm so glamorouse (lol)
Tease it out
make em' shout
Come' a myspace whore
Change your name to
XXGORE (oh my god)
Now you're so hard core
so brutal
Your packen'
SKEET SKEET SKEET
Feel the heat
this is how we drop the
BEAT
Turn that music up
lets get waisted super fuck

I got my mad rad hair
tease it out there's just do much flair!
My hair is better than yours
so fuck me on the dance floor
just fuck me on the dance flair

I got my mad rad hair
tease it out there's just do much flair!
My hair is better than yours
So freak it all up
make you look like a myspace whore.}

TechnoRaveFuck of Clusters.

LORDS: Desert Flower

Sun, 01 Jul 2007 11:21:22 PDT

And as the young Exalvsian dancer stepped onto the stage, Xandre glanced at the man standing next to him out of the corner of his eye. He noted the vacant, slack-jawed expression with mild distaste, reminding himself to keep tabs on just how to render obnoxiously loud-mouthed Ephirem d'Ardendiuex speechless in future.

Meanwhile, Knives looked at himself and wondered vaguely how the hell he was to 'dance' in such pitiful wrappings when they kept slipping down his hips. Come to think of it, why the hell were there bells on his nipples?

And how in the name of all things good and holy did he end up like this to begin with?!

Xandre, who was by now studying his nails, said in a bored tone, '[Ephirem will you stop gawking already and pick your eyeballs off the floor?]'

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Apologies if this disturbs you in any way, shape or form, cos it's certainly disturbing ME. xD

Aka Knives the Harem Boy aka Braindead.

Ah, that felt good. I just wanted to finish this lighter pic after putting that angsty one up previously. Is it on crack? It probably is.

The point of this? I wanted to make Knives into some semblance of a harem boy. And lookit I FLUFFED UP HIS HAIR!!! :>

>D Well actually, the Exalvsians were a desert people...about over 200 years ago. No one seems to have told all those Nevaehens tho'. xD So Knives has to suffer historical cosplay of sorts. |D

This scene will take place in one of the later chapters in LORDS, where Knives ends up being put on show like a rare animal because Exalvsians are a really rare sight these days. So they pretty him up and make him the night's 'entertainment.' Xandre couldn't really care less, but Chase loses any sort of thought processes. Probably cos the blood is suddenly rushing 'somewhere else'. xDDD

Of course things turn for the worse and Knives is tried to be sold as a pleasure slave. But more on that later. >__>

Bah, I had fun with this. Nice, simple colouring, no stress, no time, it's great.

Drawn to Gia Farrell - Hit Me Up cos OMG it FITS! Oh Knives forgive me. xDDD

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LORDS (c) Schreiend 2007

[edit]: Sorry I haven't replied to many comments lately! O_o; I'm still cleaning out my inbox and it's full of crap, I'm sure I'll be able to answer any of the latest stuff but I give up with any older comments...I'm just too busy to go through those right now.

Idunnolol

Wed, 08 Dec 2010 12:54:03 PST

I haven't drawn Dahvie cat for a while, so I drew him there with Blood because he's cool :3

I gave him coon tails for the lolz

Not submitting to Dance-floor-Glamour because I don't want to see pictures of animals/furfags ending up in the featured section. It makes me rage XDDD

I like the BG for some reason o.e

You're not bored, you're boring.

Sun, 10 Jun 2012 12:12:24 PDT

xoxoKyra

S Rigby's D

Fri, 07 Oct 2011 17:46:02 PDT

[link]

MJ Reality-BOTDF

Fri, 29 Apr 2011 21:00:18 PDT

An Idea I got wandering off in school today.Also I did this with a sharpie marker and a red pen.ACHIEVEMENT!

Zutara Week: Rhythm

Fri, 14 Aug 2009 22:42:12 PDT

The dance was in full swing by the time Katara managed to find Zuko. He was sitting in a corner, away from the music and people, sulking.

“What’s the matter, Zuko?” she asked slyly, sliding up to him. “Is the great Fire Lord too good to dance with commoners?” Zuko balked at her words, stumbling over excuses in a cute way. Katara smiled—she was enjoying his awkwardness. After a minute of akward half-excuses, she asked again. “C’mon, it’s fun. Why aren’t you dancing?” she asked. She always loved to see Zuko tongue-tied.

Zuko fumbled for words. “I… well, it’s just so loud, and… and I don’t do well in crowds and… I should really be getting back to that paperwork…” he stammered excuses.

Suddenly Katara’s eyes darkened. She shot up, grabbing Zuko by the arm. “Dance. Now.” She ordered, her voice strict, as Zuko wondered what he’d said wrong. “You are not doing paperwork today! You’re going to loosen up and relax, understand?”

“B-but Katara!” he had to think of something, fast. He couldn’t go out there, by those people. He’d make a fool of himself! “That’s not what I meant, I just was relaxing and… and my feet hurt… and…”

“No excuses.” Katara interrupted. “You’re coming out here, and you’re going to dance.”

“But I don’t know how.”

Katara stopped, and Zuko bit the inside of his cheek, cursing silently. He wanted to avoid admitting his weakness. Katara turned, staring down at Zuko with disbelieving eyes as he shrank back in his chair. “What do you mean, you ‘don’t know how’?” she asked.

Zuko squirmed. “My—My dad always said dancing was a waste of time and effort that could be spent more constructively,” he explained. “…That dancing showed lack of dicipline. That only idiots did it. I just… I know he was wrong, but I just… can’t. I never learned how.”

Katara studied him for a moment. Her eyes were confused, yet understanding. Then, unexpectedly, she offered her hand. “I’ll teach you then.” She offered. “It’s easy—it’s like bending without your element. You just listen to the rhythm and move to the beat.”

Zuko hesitated, eyeing Katara’s outstretched hand. His every instinct told him no, and it was a bad idea. But there was just something about Katara that was hard to say no to. He took her hand hesitantly, startled to find her skin was cool, and soft to the touch. She gently led him out to the floor as the slow rhythem of a song filled the air, and set his nervous hands around her waist. “Like this,” she explained, drawing him closer to her.

‘Maybe this isn’t so bad,’ he thought to himself as they swayed to the beat. ‘not bad at all.’
--
Happy Day 6! only one more to go.

Unfortunately, this pic was not working with me. I scrapped the first picture, and the second [this one] was impossible to draw. Zuko absolutely refused to be colored. So... yeah. You're just gonna have to settle for a pretty story to go along with the crummy art.

Oh, about the story--I always assumed Zuko and Azula had similar schooling to the rest of the nation. meaning, no dancing. (refer to the episode: "the headband" for reference). I might have made him somewhat Ooc though. sorry.

Anyway... good day t' yall.
--
Day 1 (Aug. 10): Crossover - [link]
Day 2 (Aug. 11): Blood - [link]
Day 3 (Aug. 12): Jealousy - [link]
Day 4 (Aug. 13): Cactuce Juice - [link]
Day 5 (Aug. 14): Fireflies - [link]
Day 6 (Aug. 15): Rhythm - [you are here]
Day 7 (Aug. 16): Lick - [link]

.:Dance With Me,Devil:.

Tue, 18 Nov 2008 16:29:41 PST

Me VS. Dusk! *puts fist in the air* Woot.
I'm an angel! 083
Dusk is a devil. >.<
She's BAD!!
Well,I might actually be able to kill her in this. Read what happens-
I walked alone in the dark chambers.
It seemed like it's been years since Dusknoir held me and my friends against the 3 pillars.
The day I revealed my Mew identity to Dusknoir.
I came here for one reason. To get Debolt back. I was looking for Dusk.
"AAAAAAGGHGHHHh!" I gripped my chest. My eyes flashed a bloody red and screaming dark black,and I flinched into a silver-brick wall. "Damnit......."
My quiet hushed voice echoed through-out the empty dark hallways.
Not long ago,Dusknoir had caught me. I now had some of his DNA in me. Luckily,I didn't have to face the same fate Debolt did because of my mixed pokemon DNA. But Dusknoir has a strong aura,and every now and then I get little siezures. I have to deal with the pain or else I could become like Debolt.
Dusk is evil. She used to be the most quiet,shy pikachu...
"Who's there?!"
It was certainly not Dusk's voice....
Dusknoir. He's here as well.
I started to fly away,but as soon as I got in the air, my paw unwillingly grasped my chest,the other slowly scratched my forehead. My eyes flashed again,and my head turned side-to-side so quickly my spit flung right out of my mouth.
I let out a huge "AAAAUUUUURRRRRRGHHHHHH!"
I had no choice... It was very loud.... And I didn't have enough time to control my siezure. When Dusknoir was at least 4 feet away,the side of my head rubbed on the hard,cold floor. I couldn't stop growling....It was an awful feeling. My body was completely out of control....I fainted...
I clenched my paw into a fist. I had control again,so Dusknoir must have left.
"Foolish Mew." Dusk.
I found myself in a cell with Dusk. She slashed me from my left shoulder all the way down to my right hip.I screamed.
She was a pure devil. A pure dead-black devil. Dusknoir wasn't nearly as awful. Fresh warm blood dripped down my legs to my feet. I tried to transform into something big-
but I couldn't remember how. They drugged me. I knew I shouldn't have left Adam and the others back home. I should have told them...
"Dear Arceus,give me power...." I cried silently. He gave me what I asked for. I felt translucent wings grow from my back. A light shown above me. I was an angel. Dusk was a devil. My friend was in her,but I have to kill Dusk before she kills anyone else. I attacked her with a new type of move. A move that produced a ball of light. Hyper Beam.
She fell backward to the hard cold bars of the cell. the remaining force of the Hyper Beam cut the bars,which landed on Dusk. I stepped between her and the bars.
" I will give you mercy for now....Because Debolt will break free."
an hour later I was at a gray cliff that had used to be Sharpedo Bluff. I had to go back to the present,but I felt so weak. I also had to tend my wound. My journey is yet over...

do you like my sexy hair?...

Sun, 20 Jun 2010 01:20:08 PDT

"do you like my sexy hair?"
"im not wearing and underwear"

LoL xD lyrics to S my D by blood on the dancefloor :3 LoL xD i love that line!!! 8D

Thrillerific Trifecta

Sun, 30 Dec 2012 00:01:07 PST

Yes....I drew them

Dirty Diana the dark bay Thoroughbred mare
Smooth Criminal the light grey Anglo-Arab gelding
Blood On The Dance Floor the blood bay Andalusian stallion.
(yea idk where Andalusian came from either)

DD is being a horny whore....because that's what dirty dianas do lol!
Smoothie is....leaning......yeaaaaa........*anti gravity lean and pouty face fail*
Bloody is just being....bloody pissed off

btw yes, mares do the flehmen response too but for different reasons....
_{I actually have a pic of it waaaaay back in my gallery}

Man I am so tired I think my arm might *arm falls off* oh.....nvm....
My eyes are so strained...no wonder why I'm freakin near-sighted

I probably missed something obvious because I'm so tired.

Their hair, idk don't ask.

Gimp
Trackpad
I didn't time this but I told Sadie I was working on it*checks comment*........5 hours ago!?!?!?
No ref

btw, what's the diff b/w a digital drawing and a digital painting?

I'm gonna go die now
Yea, those eyes ain't happening tonight

Looking for this?

Mon, 13 Aug 2012 20:47:42 PDT

THANKS FOR 10,000 VIEWS!!! I appreciate the support , favs, and views!

Story Time:

Ed Stopansky could have been considered a typical slacker. He had little ambition, not that here was much to be ambitious about in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania anymore. What they called a "Great Recession" was a hard depression in this old dilapidated mill town. He was happy to get by on the money he made squeezing coffee grinds at Starbucks.

He lived in the basement of his Mom's house, even though she had long since gone. The cancer took them both by surprise, and Ed still had difficulty being upstairs among her things. Ed loved his Mom, since she was the one left to raise him. His dad skipped town when he was a baby. So, it was just Ed and her. Ed thought she was invincible. No matter what happened, she always made do for them, and had a smile for him, even in his darkest days of youth. Now, she was gone, and his energy went with her.

The only joy he took from life was coming home in the evening, showering off the smell of the coffee shop, and playing his video games, hacking into networks, or networking with his fellow hackers. He'd gotten good at hacking, and had breached a few major multinational firm networks. Mostly for play, though he did find one network fascinating. The company, Humonix, was a "Global Leader in Human Resources and Security Management". As he perused their files, he found that much more was going on than simple HR stuff. Clandestine Operations, CIA subcontracts, missing persons...and an interesting project called the Sample Project.

He was able to glean a little about the Sample Project. It still was in operation, and appeared to be an attempt to identify women operatives, for more than just field work. Each active Sample had a list of sub-samples, all cross referenced to other so-called Offspring. What was this, he wondered, Some sort of weird breeding ground? Many of the Samples were still productive, though a few had short databases and a "K.I.O." stamped on the file. "Killed in Operations! Man, this was touchy stuff!" he thought.

He was careful to maintain as many ISP cutouts as he could, often changing routers in a single session. He worked from mirrored hard drives on other computers he had hacked, ones that would be his trip wires if counter hackers came looking. He knew that companies like Humonix hired hackers to find guys like Ed. Thus far he had been successful. The adrenaline rush of sneaking into an Intelligence Contractor kept him coming back. He wanted to know more.

Then he started getting files on his mirrored drives! About three months earlier, a hacker named Lastchance21 started dropping messages. The hacker said he was an insider at Humonix, and was trying to wreck the company. Lastchance had noticed that Ed was hacking the same files, when one of his external ISP inquiries had interrupted Lastchance's session. At first Ed cursed his sloppiness, and he tried to slip away, but then realized that Lastchance was too good. Lastchance wouldn't go away, and kept tracking Ed down.

This worried Ed. He started to get paranoid, wondering if he would be plucked off the street at any time and end up in a cold, windowless room, beaten without mercy. Lastchance sensed this, said that he wasn't trying to get him in trouble. Lastchance said that if he was working for Humonix, Ed would have been permanently silenced long ago. That didn't comfort Ed at all. So, Lastchance21 told Ed that his code and methods were really good, and that Humonix hadn't spotted him. He just wanted Ed's help, as either an alternate gateway, or temporary storage location. Ed felt the need to trust someone, and come out of his shell, so he helped Lastchance21 when he could. Ed rationalized that it couldn't hurt, and he was sure of his cutouts.

Autumn had come to Central Pennsylvania, which meant dreary skies and the ashen pallor that falls on the town. Soon, snow and slush would pile the streets. It was Ed's favorite time of the year. People were less likely to talk with him, as most people went into social hibernation, and that was fine with him. Until two weeks ago, that is.

She was quiet, and came in wearing a grey gangsta hoodie with the hood up, baggy cargo pants, Hi-tecs, and a black backpack. She had earbuds in and aviator sunshades on. A shock of blonde hair, tanned skin, and red lipstick gave him the only indication of a personality. Otherwise, she looked like any other slacker. She would come in, get a black coffee, load it with sugar and cream, and sit at a table, working her tablet in silence. There was something about her though. She radiated an energy he couldn't place, one that was both purposeful, and friendly. She seemed full of life, in spite of her appearance and reserved demeanor. She always thanked him with a smile, and would snicker at his corny jokes. He would come from behind the counter to clean tables, and try to strike up a conversation. She would listen, and smile sweetly. Often though, she seemed more interested in the tablet than what he said.

So, it was a bit of a shock when she came up to him one day and said, "Hi, Ed! So, um, when do you get off your shift?" Ed tripped over his tongue. He wanted to say he was available, but the fear of opening up crept in, and he said he was busy. She looked crestfallen, and turned to leave. Ed back-pedaled a bit, and said he would make a call. "Would you like to get some dinner after my shift?" he asked. She took her sunglasses off, and for the first time, Ed saw her beautiful brown eyes. They twinkled, as a smile came across her full lips. Ed noticed the scar over her left eye, but thought little of it. When she said she would come by after work to get him, Ed smiled back, and felt a little flutter in his heart. "What's your name?" he asked. she looked coyly over her shoulder. "Nadia", was all she said, and she put her glasses on, pulled up the hoodie, and left.

That evening was the best time Ed had in years. Nadia was on time, and they went to a local diner. She wore snug jeans, boots with heels, and a long, loose turtleneck sweater that covered what appeared to be large hips. For the first time, she walked in without her sunglasses. She had a little makeup on, and he could see that she was large and maybe had some nice breasts and curves. Ed didn't care. Her face was pretty and she was cheerful, and that's all that mattered. They talked for a while, over breakfast for dinner with lots of coffee. They discussed all sorts of things, and joked and laughed. Ed was surprised how intently Nadia attended to his every word. Her eyes were always bright and kind, even if tinged with a bit of sadness. She never wavered in her gaze. Ed felt...respected, in a way he hadn't felt since his mom died. Nadia let on that she was studying computer technology at the community college. Ed shared his interests in computers and games. Nadia asked what games he liked, and he listed several one he had on his new Playstation.

"Oooh, you have the latest Modern Warfare?" Nadia said excitedly. Ed, seeing an opportunity to step out of his box, said, "Uh, yeah. You want to come over and try it?" Ed was giddy when she said "Hell yes!" They practically floated over to his house, talking about game strategies and shortcuts all the way.

At the house , Ed cleared some of the pizza boxes, soda bottles, and dirty clothes away from the old loveseat where he gamed. In front was the game console, a computer, and a large flat screen connected to both.. Nadia wrinkled her nose a bit, and found a window to open. "Don't worry about being cold." she said, "We'll stay warm on the love seat while I kick your ass." Ed laughed. He liked Nadia a lot. She had such a great, outgoing personality, given how reclusive she seemed. Ed was lightening up too. He felt perfectly comfortable, if not a bit titillated, squeezed up next to her on the sofa.

They played for what seemed like hours. Nadia was remarkably adept at first-person shooter games. She crushed Ed in every game. One time, she curled her legs up and leaned on his shoulder while playing. Ed was very flustered. He felt all of her warm body: her breasts, hips, thighs, and her heartbeat. The distraction, though, allowed Nadia to easily kill off his character, again! It took a while but at last, after Ed had finally beaten Nadia in a game, did she call it quits for the night. "I do have to finish some homework." she said, and stood. She yawned and stretched overhead. As she did, her sweater lifted, and Ed glimpsed the sides of her thong, her firm hips, and the tightest abs he had ever seen. He was thoroughly engrossed, and stared at her round butt as she bent over for her stuff. She put on her boots, took her bag and headed up. Ed followed her up the stairs, amazed by the perfect shape of her ass. How is it he had missed that before? He was enjoying how her buttocks shifted in her jeans as she climbed. As the stairs turned, Nadia looked back and saw Ed staring at her rump. She stopped, and Ed bumped into her. Ed turned beet red, as he looked up and saw her scowling. "Do you like what you see, Ed?" Nadia asked, in a perturbed manner. Ed stammered a bit, then finally said, "Um, yes. "

Nadia grabbed his lapels and pulled him up by the shirt. Ed was surprised by her strength. Ed's feet barely touched the floor. He began to understand what the curves were about. Nadia glared at him, eye-to-eye, and said, "Well, it's about time! I was beginning to think you were gay or somethin'!" Before Ed could reply, Nadia planted a big, wet kiss on him.

Ed hadn't kissed a girl since high school, and struggled a bit to relax. He finally did, and she let him enter her mouth with his tongue. They kissed like this for a few more minutes. The Nadia let him down, and they both fell onto the stairs, embracing and kissing again. Nadia's lips were like silk, and her tongue glided easily across his own tongue and teeth. He became lost in her kiss, and felt as if they were one. His hands roamed her body a bit. Her back, arms, and hips felt firm. Only when he reached for her ass did she stop, and push his hands away.

Nadia backed up, and said, "Um, I gotta...uh, go!" She quickly grabbed her bag, and headed for the door. It had gotten colder, and a mist fell, so she pulled a rain jacket out of her bag. "Nadia, did I do something? Can I get your number?" Ed asked, with a worried look in his eyes. As she pulled her hood up, Nadia looked at him. "Maybe I'll see you tomorrow, Ed. K'?" "Uh, OK." said Ed. He was suddenly conscious of the large hard-on he had. Nadia didn't seem to notice, until he looked at it. She saw the bulge, and smiled a bit, before blowing a kiss and stepping into the night. Ed was floating on a cloud.

Ed spent the next day thinking of Nadia. He was completely distracted at work, and kept looking at the door to see if she would come in. By the end of the shift, though, it looked like she wasn't going to be there. Ed was dejected. He walked home, wondering if this was a one time thing, and that he had scared her off, with his raggedy hair, scruffy beard, and messy basement. Maybe he was a terrible kisser. Then there was the groping, and the erection. She probably didn't want anything to do with a horny virgin.

He pulled the keys from his pocket, and opened the door to the house. Turning on the light to the basement, he went down, and was amazed: the whole place was spotless! All of the trash was gone, and the floors and furniture were clean. His Star Wars action figures were all aligned. The old loveseat looked clean, almost new! He touched the fabric. It was slightly damp, and looked like it had been steam cleaned. The air had a nice fragrance to it. Even a missing light bulb was repaired. "Nadia?" Ed called out. There was no response. He smiled, and decided to take a shower. Maybe she would call or come by later, though he wondered how she got in.

He finished shaving, and put on some body spray, shorts, and a t-shirt. He looked out the door and saw the PS2. The controllers were missing. "Damn!" he said aloud and came out. " Where the fuck are..." Ed stopped cold. Straddling across the couch was Nadia, fully nude, with a controller dangling from her extended hand. "Looking for this, Ed?" Nadia said, seductively. She gave Ed a twinkling but lustful look. Ed put his hand to his chest. He had never seen a woman nude in person before, much less such a striking figure. Nadia was well built, fit, and extremely curvy. Under the baggy clothes, Ed had no idea how large her breasts were, or how big and perfectly shaped her ass and legs were. And she was right there, in front of him! "Wow, you are, are...just...AMAZING!" he shouted. Nadia smiled a big smile. "Thanks! You can come closer, you don't have to be afraid!" she said. ""I...I'm not afraid. I just..." He faltered. "I know," Nadia said, "It's OK. I guess you haven't been with a lot of women before." Ed looked down. "Ed, please, don't be ashamed! Come on, you can touch and admire all you care. I want you to. I need you to! I want to please you!"

Ed smiled and walked up. Her skin was flawless, even with the tattoos. Her buttocks were firm and perfectly round. He gently laid his left hand on her ass. It was warm, taut and smooth. Smooth, except for a deep scar on the left one. Ed thought nothing of it, being concerned more about the sudden pressing of his erection. He walked behind her, and could see her anus and labia. He'd never seen these before in the flesh. Her legs were so shapely, muscular, and smooth like her ass. He ran his hand down them, and up between her thighs. "Go on!", she coached, He did, and Nadia's eyes closed as he approached her sex. He gently ran his hand along the labia, letting the fingers dwell in the soft, dewy folds. She said, "Ooooh! Mmmmm!" Ed liked the slippery skin of the vulva. It struck Ed that, for the first time in his life, he was going to make love to a woman, THIS WOMAN!

The thought made Ed giddy and bold. He let his middle finger drift inside Nadia's vagina. It was warm and wet. She gasped and moaned softly. His eyes widened. He felt an impulse to move his hand up along to her anus. He fingered her rectum gently, not knowing why he felt the urge to do so. She gasped, smiled and shouted, "Ed, you dirty man!" Ed grinned. He followed the curve of her back to her shoulders. The skin and muscles beneath rippled and pulsed like a large cat. As he came to the top, she knelt up with her back to him. "Rub my shoulders and back." she demanded. He started with her neck, gently working her muscles. "Go with what your body tells you. How would your body like to be massaged?"" Nadia said. Ed could sense in his neck what she wanted, and rubbed his hands in a way that would make his neck feel good. Nadia moaned pleasurably. Then he worked down her muscular traps. She moaned some more. Ed arrived at her shoulders. They were round and well muscled. They were also bigger than his. He gripped the shoulders, and squeezed, pressing them back and together, and rubbing the deltoids up and down. "Ohhh! Mmmm!" That's nice!" Nadia said. Ed came up closer, his cock straining against the shorts, and pushing into the crack of her ass. He reached around and grabbed her fully by the breasts. She gasped and moaned louder as he fondled her breasts and played with her nipples. Ed pressed his body against hers, and she leaned into him. Nadia felt his hard cock press against her back. Ed brought his right hand down her taut abs, until he reached her vulva. He began to caress her labia.

Nadia immediately turned and kissed Ed, full and open mouthed. Ed returned with passion. Nadia pulled Ed's shirt off. He wasn't well built, but wasn't flabby either. His skin did pale in comparison to Nadia's, which glowed with a tan. Nadia smiled, and began descending, kissing along the way his breasts. That tickled Ed, and he laughed. Then she rubbed his abdomen, and kissed his tummy. Finally, she got to his shorts. She pulled them off, and looked at his cock. It wasn't big, bit it was serviceable. A trickle of pre-come dripped from the glans. Nadia knelt in front of him, rubbed his tummy and thighs, then his buttocks, then his crotch and balls. Ed looked down at her beautiful body, taking in the sweep of her ass and thighs. Nadia then looked longingly into his eyes. Ed's heart leapt, and his erection came to full attention! Nadia grabbed his penis and licked the tip for a minute. Then she took him in her mouth. Ed moaned loudly. He had never felt such a pleasure. Her tongue danced around the foreskin, as her lips and cheeks squeezed and sucked on the shaft right behind. It was all too much for Ed. His jaw dropped, and his eyes rolled back. His load shot into her mouth, filling it with his baking soda and coffee flavored juices.

Nadia wasn't ready for such a quick orgasm, but managed to maintain control during his convulsions. Much to Ed's surprise, Nadia swallowed him, smiled at him, and used her fingers to lick a few drops of semen from the corner of her mouth. He never understood how a woman could do that, without being repulsed. She seemed to enjoy it! Nadia, licking her lips, then immediately rose, embraced him, and kissed him. He was surprised by the move, and could taste his essence on her tongue. He wanted to gag, but Nadia's tongue and lips calmed him down.

Nadia's body felt really good against his. Though she had little body fat, her body was very relaxed and comfortable. He liked pressing against her breasts, and was enjoying the hugs and feel of her skin. Ed's pecker began to rise again. Nadia backed up. "You OK?" she asked. "Yeah, sorry I was so quick. It's embarrassing!" he responded. "This is your first time, huh?" She asked. Ed blushed, and looked down at his dripping cock, and said, "Yes". Nadia hugged him. "It's OK, baby. I'm having fun." Nadia smiled sweetly, and looked into his eyes. "So, did you enjoy the blowjob?" Ed said he did. "I liked giving you one! I like the taste of you!" Nadia said, and then she kissed him again. Ed felt relieved that she wasn't upset at his performance, and seemed genuinely happy to be with him. Still, Ed had a nagging suspicion in the back of his mind: "Why me? What does a knockout like her want from a shit like me?"

Before he could think about that more, Nadia laid back on the love seat and spread her legs. Her breasts pointed right at Ed. This completely distracted him. "I'll bet you are wondering why you are scoring with me, right?" Nadia asked. Ed was too distracted to answer. He was admiring her full breasts, with their large areolas and nipples. They looked like the knobs on his toaster oven.

Nadia sat up a bit and looked into his eyes: "Ed, I've been lonely for a long time, Then I met you. You are a lot like me, in more ways than you know. And you're kinda cute, too! You don't have to worry! When I like a boy, I want to fuck him. I love sex, and I like to cum. I like making my friends cum, too. It's like a natural gift we can share!" She gave him a genuine smile, then sat back again. Ed felt happy when he heard that. Then he looked at her rippling abs, striated and full thighs, and swollen labia. Her clitoris was extended, surrounded by a neatly trimmed shock of pubic hair. "I never pass up a chance to share my body with the people I like. However," Nadia said, patting her swollen vulva with her hand, "it's time to return the favor!"

"So that's why she liked giving me head...she wants it, too!" Ed thought. "That seems only fair," he said, "but 'people', not just men?" Nadia smiled wickedly, "Ha! You're sharp, Ed, but enough talk for now!" Sophia took Ed's hand and pulled him in. She kissed him, and hen pushed his head down. Ed leaned in, and began with her breasts. They felt so soft against his face, and tasted like perfume. He licked, then sucked on a large nipple. The sucking made Nadia moan, and rock her pelvis. She pushed him down again, saying, "Hurry!" Ed went right to the sex, and stared. He could smell the musk, and was enthralled. He remembered reading about pleasing a woman, and started slowly. He licked her abdomen, and noticed two small scars. Then he came down to the bush. It felt rough, especially the shaved parts on his tongue. He wondered what the tattoo at the pubis said. It looked Chinese. Then he kissed the small of the thigh on each side next to the crotch. He noticed another scar, this one on the inside of her right thigh. In fact, there were many scars, large and small on her legs and body. Ed wondered why she had so many, but Nadia complained loudly again for him to continue. Then he dove in.

He didn't know what to expect. The folds of skin were silky soft against his tongue, but with a salty taste. He went to the clitoris, which was firm and round. He sucked on this a bit. Nadia moaned. Then he tried to get his tongue down into her vagina. He wasn't having much success. Nadia said, "Stop! Come here!" She pulled him up. "Stick out your tongue!" she ordered. "Pretend your tongue is my clit. This is what you should do." She then used the tip of her tongue to flick back and forth, and around the tip of his tongue. "You got it? That's all you need to do to make me happy!" she asked. Ed nodded, and went back down. He did exactly as she directed, and she began to moan some more. "Good...GOOD!" she shouted. "Hook your index finger into the front of my vagina. Go in about two inches!" she gasped. He did. The vagina felt so warm, wet and smooth, yet pulsed and throbbed. Nadia directed: "Find a little fold of skin...OHMYGOD!!! THAT'S IT! RUB IT!!!"

Ed tickled the G-spot. It took all of his hand coordination learned from gaming to keep rubbing her G-spot, and licking her clitoris. Nadia began to convulse, and moan loudly. Ed kept pressing the assault, as Nadia began to buck wildly. Her juices flowed down his chin, as a large wave of orgasm swept over her. Her hand grasped Ed's hair, and her legs straightened and twitched. Her thick thighs and juicy muff began to envelop Ed. Still he kept on to his duty, licking as the convulsions continued. Ed didn't realize, though, that Nadia had hooked one leg over the other, and was using her rippling thigh muscles to constrict the blood flow in his neck. Ed just didn't have a clue. As the last of her orgasm washed away, Ed began to worry that he couldn't breathe, and felt a tingling in his skin. His ears began to throb, and spots formed in his vision. His last thought was of her clitoris, as he passed out between her legs.

Sophia held him for a moment between his legs, to be sure he was out, then carefully turned him sideways onto the loveseat. She checked his pulse and breathing. They were good. "I'm so sorry, Ed. Whew...You were great!" She knelt down beside him, got his arm around her neck, and hoisted him up. Sophia then dragged him onto his bed, and he laid him down. She pulled the covers over him, looked at him for a moment, and turned out the light. Sophia went to the restroom and washed up a bit. She fought guilt pangs as she put on her panties and tank top from the closet where she hid before. Ed was still out. She looked at him sadly.

Sophia went back out to the living room. She had been on his computer for quite a while when he came home, after breaking in and cleaning the place. She really did want to be with him. He was so sweet and innocent. She completely understood what it was like to be raised in that situation, then left all alone. Sophia knew, though, that her path was a solitary one, and she needed Ed for something other than companionship. She hoped one day he would forgive her. She sat at his computer and logged back in on the computer as Ed. As she waited, she put the lock picks back in her bag. She had long ago hacked into Ed's computer, using the Lastchance21 I.D. as a ruse to get his attention. In that regard she wasn't lying to him. Sophia did need his help, though more than he realized. Using Ed's profile, she was able to worm back into Humonix. With her knowledge of the networks, she began to recreate the setup she had before everything went to shit in Dulles. "Was that just a month before?" she thought. The memory of killing the man who slayed Paul was still fresh. The bullet exploding through his head was satisfying, though executing the others was not. She new that this would sned a message to Humonix...that she was on the warpath. Sophia knew she had to be careful, and not waste her advantage by carelessness. She was thankful she had set up this backup gateway through Ed.

After a bit she finally mirrored Ed's hard drive to another cloud server. She could easily use Ed's well managed gateways to get back in. She immediately went to the email account of Angus Macgregor. After a bit of work, she was delighted to see that the Humonix geeks hadn't fully defeated her worm programs. She got caught up on the pursuit. Indeed, the FBI had been briefed. There was some discussion about putting her on the 10 Most Wanted List. This startled her. Humonix, though, pulled a few strings to keep her identity quiet, for a while. This way they could protect National Security Interests. That was good. It meant what she had believed all along: what she knew about the Encrucijada Project was damning, to both Humonix and the Federal Government! She went to a few other emails linked in the chain to confirm, just in case Humonix was letting her see the emails as a ruse. It seemed to be well corroborated.

Sophia frowned. Apparently, she was safe in sleepy Harrisburg for a little while. Her intuition was giving her fits, though. It couldn't be this easy, not after she had killed four of their security men in their building. They were all looking for a woman, so she would do what she did in Mexico, and disguise herself as a man. Given her build, this was easily done. She just had to use the mustache, and bind her breasts down. Short, dark hair, muscles, and work clothes can make anyone look male. She would also grow out her armpit and leg hair, to help with the disguise. She would keep living out of the highly modified white Econoline van she drove. She could park it anywhere, day or night, and look like a contractor at work.

She finished, got up, and stretched. She felt an urge to leave, and get on with things. Humonix was still exposed, and she seemed to have the element of knowledge and surprise. She had to be careful, though, she thought. They could still track her, and the Feds were on the case, too. Nonetheless, she surmised, if her hacking queries did bring them out, all the better! Rats like Humonix usually hate the daylight.

She walked over to the bedroom. Ed was still very much out. He was so delicate. She admired his face. He had fine features, and sad but warm eyes. Sophia had to be careful, not only to protect him from Humonix, but from a broken heart. She considered for a moment, then stripped down and climbed into the bed next to him. "Companionship is underrated," she thought. "Humonix could wait for a day." She also knew she would have to tell him the truth, and sometime soon. For now, she snuggled next to his warm body. It felt good to be close to a man again, and feel a bit safe. She gently stroked his handsome face. "What am I going to do with you, Ed" she whispered. Then she kissed him.

This jolted Ed, who awoke dazed, and confused. "Wha...where?" He looked over, and saw Nadia. "I'm here, baby! It's alright!" she said, and gently placed her hand on his chest. "I'm sorry, but I think I may have cum a bit too hard, and squeezed your neck a bit too much. Does it hurt?" Ed rubbed his neck, looking at her smile and eyes. "Yeah, it's a little sore." he said. "Was I bad?" "Oh, honey, you were great! I don't think you're telling the truth about your experience!" Nadia said with a playful punch on the arm. Ed smiled at the backhanded complement. Nadia then draped one of her large legs across him, and rested on top of him. Her breasts pressed against his chest. They kissed again, for quite a while.

He could still taste her sex, and wanted more. Nadia sensed and began caressing his body. She could taste herself on his tongue. She reached down and stroked his manhood. Ed's penis responded quickly. Nadia smiled. She got out of bed, and found a condom in her bag. Ed watched her move, still amazed that he was having sex with such a voluptuous woman. She brought in the condom, wrapped his penis, and climbed up. "I'm honored I can be your first, Ed." she said. Ed stared languidly at her beautiful figure, and felt his penis rise to full length.

Nadia reached down and grabbed the cock, and guided it slowly into her vagina. She closed her eyes, and hissed through her teeth a bit, enjoying the penetration. Ed was still a bit delirious, as his cock entered a woman for the first time. He shuddered at the sensation of the penetration, and marveled at how slippery and tight she was. She looked deeply into his eyes, then began to rock her hips. Slowly at first, then faster. Nadia paced herself, watching Ed for the telltale signs he was coming. "Let me know if you're close," she asked. When he was, she stopped, and let him calm down. She taught Ed to use his hand to help stimulate her clitoris. Nadia started to feel her orgasm coming, and squeezed her Kegel muscles while picking up the pace. She grabbed Ed's shoulders for support. Ed's eyes widened as her pressure and wetness brought him near orgasm. This time, they would both climax together, looking deeply into each other's faces. Nadia then collapsed into his arms. "Thank you!" was all Ed could say. "My pleasure," Nadia replied, with a sweet but distant smile. They kissed, spooned, and cuddled before drifting off into a deep, peaceful sleep.

In the Humonix data center near Dallas, an analyst saw a window pop-up on her screen. Someone had accessed Angus Macgregor's email account, and it wasn't Angus. She ran her fingers though her mohawk, and adjusted the spiked choker collar on her neck. "Gotcha, bitch. Let's see just how good you really are!" She reached for the phone.

Valentine Day Suicide

Sat, 14 Feb 2009 14:27:56 PST

to clarify things, this isn't vent.

PDA moment:

Oh I feel so giddy I cant stop thinking of you and I miss you so much I hope you are able to get on this weekend <333
I have never loved anyone as much as I love you, and you make me so insanely happy talking to you nobody makes me as happy as you do
this is a little out of character for me but its valentines day, and I really do respect you so much Arte and you've done so much for me
I hope you like this huge(i stress this) run-on sentence.
Also I hope you like the picture; though I am on an art block at the moment.
/end PDA

DO YOU LIKE MY HELLO ZOMBIE SHIRT(its a BOTDF shirt ffft). I like it :^D

To Serve And Protect Pt. 3

Thu, 17 Mar 2011 20:36:33 PDT

Part 1
Part 2

To Serve And Protect-Part 3
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"This is Amy Feng of the Angel Falls Channel 3 Action News Team reporting live from the Stranger Industries Complex located in Hanover. We are in hour two of an intense standoff between the Angel Falls Police Department and a militia of well armed women known as C.O.D.E.s who have taken it upon themselves to siege the complex, preventing any escape for the Stranger employees trapped inside as well as making things difficult for police to enter or even get close to the perimeter of the building.

At this moment, I have here Chief of Police Sonny Wilson as well as the C.E.O. and owner of Stranger Industries, the man known as the Lone Stranger. I'll start with you Chief Wilson...I know that the SWAT team as well as the Special Crimes Unit are on hand and have been doing their best to gain entrance to the Stranger Compound. I've seen several notable names in the way of 1st Lt. Raina Hunter and her band of cyborg police officers. In fact, I saw with my own eyes as Officer Denise Hightower, better known as the cyborg cop "Deuce" as she's more popularly known...take to the air with her jet boosters and made her way on the rooftop. Has Officer Hightower's efforts lead to her breaching the tight security of the C.O.D.E.s and gaining access to the Stranger Industries compound?"

"Well Amy, I don't wanna compromise our plan of attack over the airwaves when it comes to stopping the C.O.D.E.s and getting the trapped Stranger faculty and staff out of there just in case whoever is pulling the strings of this attack is watching...I'll just say that Deuce is putting forth her best efforts along with Lt. Hunter, Genesis, and the rest of the SCU and the SWAT team. Our last status report was fairly positive and Lt. Hunter and her crew are working as fast as they can to eliminate the hostile threat posed by the C.O.D.E.s and rescue the trapped workers."

"Do you have any idea as to why these C.O.D.E.s are besieging this building?"

"No...we haven't a clue. We've done our best to establish a dialogue between them and our negotiators, but they've made it clear that they don't want to talk. The Lone Stranger and I have been discussing just what they could be going after, and after hearing some of the things that are being stored at this facility I'm very concerned for said things falling into evil hands. It seems to me like that they are here for something in particular...just what, I couldn't tell you."

"And Mr. Stranger, do you have any idea as to what these mysterious terrorists are doing here at your building."

"Well Amy, I arrived here on the scene not too long ago and Chief Sonny filled me in...I'm just as clueless as everyone else. And just like the Chief here I'm also very concerned...as I told him although this isn't the main Stranger Industries Campus, we still have some very valuable resources and materials at this location that we can't afford to fall into the wrong hands.

Even more so than the resources at this location, I am highly concerned for the lives and safety of all of my employees that are trapped inside. Chief Sonny told me that this isn't a typical hostage situation...I would easily offer to pay a ransom, but it doesn't look like they're looking for any sort of monetary bounty and that has me beside myself right now wondering if my workers are unharmed. Unfortunately, I don't have Warbuster or any of our more powerful weaponry and armament readily on hand at this location...I'm 100 percent positive that none of this would've happened if he were here to protect the building; unfortunately he can't be everywhere at once. Perhaps it is wise to keep him where he's at just in case of a possible attack at the main Stranger Campus.

But I have faith that the AFPD will get the job done and rescue the workers...with all of the superheroes and heroines around with extraordinary powers and abilities, it's easy to forget that the police is also available and well equipped to handle problems of a dangerous nature just as well."

"Are you concerned that these C.O.D.E.s might turn their hostility toward any of your other facilities located here in Angel Falls?"

"With something of this magnitude, I can't help but entertain the possibility of another attack on one of my other Stranger Industry facilities...after all, this is Angel Falls and anything goes here in this city. That being said, I see that I'm going to have to tighten up security to deter anything like this from happening again at all of my facilities....If I need to commission Polygirl to make more Warbuster suits or to employ metahumans for security, then so be it. It's worth the safety of the employees of Stranger Industries and the overall safety of Angel Falls."

"Thank you very much Mr. Stranger, Chief Wilson. We will keep you posted on the developing situation here...for Channel 3 Action News, this is Amy Feng reporting."
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Deuce ran down the long corridors of the 5th floor of the Stranger complex wielding dual guns as she continuously fired at the C.O.D.E. soldiers in front of her. She rarely missed any of her targets as she connected with direct critical shots to her enemies as their limp bodies caused lots of splashing as they dropped in the ankle high water on the floor due to the fire sprinklers. Deuce looked as if she were enjoying herself as she maneuvered about, showing off with flashy movements and trick shots as she continued to eliminate the C.O.D.E.s in her path....she sprung off of walls, slid, rolled, spun, and somersaulted about in a beautiful ballistic ballet.

After a bit, she quickly scanned the floor for any more C.O.D.E.s...she felt the floor tremble underneath her feet and heard loud splashes growing louder and approaching her current location. In an instant, she saw a large figure in the distance that slid out from around a corner...the figure unleashed a salvo of bullets, laser beams, and small missiles in Deuce's direction catching her off guard. The bullets and lasers bounced off of Deuce's shields, however the missiles weakened them considerably after two direct hits.

Deuce stumbled back from the impact of the two small explosions and quickly regained her bearings...she barely had time to dive to the side into a room as a large stream of plasma energy surged at her, missing her only by inches, and demolishing the metal wall at the end of the hallway behind her. Deuce could feel the floor vibrate as she used her X-Ray vision to look through the walls to see the large robotic figure that barely resembled a female approaching.

Deuce wasn't the only one in this confrontation with X-Ray vision...she watched the large mechanical woman pause as if she were looking back through the wall. The woman's chest began to glow brightly as another beam of pure energy surged right through the walls at Deuce, catching her directly in her chest and sending her flying into the air and across the room. She crashed through some machinery as she watched the large woman known as Overkill burst her way through the hole in the wall that she just created...she then looked down at her chest and noticed a few burn marks on her metallic body and even a spot or two where her exoskeleton was damaged and revealed the sparking wires and such underneath.

Deuce was impressed and amazed as she made her way back to her feet as she stared at Overkill, whose body was almost completely mechanical just like her own. She taunted the larger cyborg woman.

"Finally, some competition! I was beginning to think that I could do this mission by my damn self! I actually felt that last one!"

Overkill returned with her deep European accent.

"I was thinking same thing...I bored before you come here! And you will feel more of the same...I will destroy you!"

"Word?!!? It's gonna take more than that your fancy booby energy blast to drop me! What's your name, big mama?"

"I am Overkill...and you are Cyra-2."

"It's nice to see that my reputation proceeds me...and I prefer to be called Deuce, hon. Overkill huh? With all of that hardware, I see why you have that name...damn, you even have a buzzsaw for a hand!!! I don't think I've seen anyone else with as much cybernetics as me...you're barely human! Just what are you supposed to be anyways? You look like the result if the lady Terminator had a menage a trois with both ED-209 and Cain from the Robocop movies and then had a kid!"

"You're one to talk...you look like black lady ghetto Robocop with big booty, tits, and a shiny chrome head with a fake pony tail made of wires and cable! At least I have real hair, baldy!"

"*chuckles* Ohhhh...you got jokes?!? Okay...okay, you got me there. But I'm gonna get 'cha where it matters! You're under arrest...surrender now, and I might leave you in one piece!"

"Never...I refuse to surrender to inferior cyborg! You will bow to me as I deactivate you for good!"

"I was hoping you'd say that! I was only 'arresting' you to be nice and go along with my programming...since you refused, I don't have to stick with my parameters anymore! And please, make this interesting for me...I wanna enjoy whoopin' yo' ass! I've got your 'inferior' right here big mama!"

"You are making big mistake...when I finish with you, maybe they can salvage your parts to put in police car!"

"You're just talkin'...there ain't nothin' here but space and opportunity! I'm through yappin'...let's get it!!!"

Deuce returned with her own shower of bullets as she ran in a semi circle...Overkill also returned fire as they moved around in opposite directions engaging in combat.
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Genesis slowly crept on the main floor of the Stranger compound as she made her way towards the main concourse...although she had initiated her self-repair mode and manually repaired her damaged body from her previous encounter with the C.O.D.E.s from Beta Unit, her body still had a considerable amount of visible damage. In this case being a cyborg had its advantages, as her pain editors and her her programming overrode any showing of weakness from her wounds nor allowed for her to slow down and made her continue with her mission. Her glowing sky blue optical sensors went into infrared heat vision mode and zoomed ahead to see the large bright red and orange signatures of all of the hostages as well as a considerable amount of C.O.D.E. soldiers present. Her optical sensors, processors, and databanks quickly registered and counted about 12 C.O.D.E.s located in the main entrance lobby and counted about another 8 on the outside standing guard.

She realized that there was no way to really be stealth about this at all, and that her best plan of attack would be to isolate the C.O.D.E.s from one another to give her a better chance at taking them out one by one up close rather from afar where they had the numbers advantage. She drew her firearm as her internal targeting systems locked on the heads of three C.O.D.E.s from Alpha unit that stood relatively close to each other...her segmented metal index finger squeezed the trigger three times as she slightly switched her aim with each shot. She registered three clean headshots before the other C.O.D.E.s even realized what was going on. Genesis' cybernetic audio receptors picked up the alarmed gasps and screams of the group of hostages as they too were taken off guard by the quick deaths of three of their oppressors.

Alpha-4 pointed towards the direction from which Genesis was located and another four C.O.D.E. units went towards that direction. Genesis once again drew her Katana and decided that she would meet them midway....they fired at her from a distance to which she blocked each of their shots with her mighty blade as she ran straight towards them, then took to the air with a spectacular flip as she swung her sword several times around. Limbs and body parts flew about as Genesis made a huge splash with her perfect landing...two of the C.O.D.E.s disintegrated after being slashed to pieces; the other two writhed about as they screamed in agony and clenched where their dismembered body parts used to be. She continued to run toward the main concourse to press the attack on the remaining C.O.D.E.s from Alpha unit.

What Genesis didn't notice was the muscular cyborg monster known as Wraith slowly walking down the corridor from which she just came as she scraped the blade which protruded from her forearm against the metal walls, creating an eerie screeching sound as well as causing sparks to fly...her blade ripped through the metal walls as a pair of scissors would easily cut through a piece of construction paper. She stopped at the two still alive C.O.D.E.s and easily picked both of them up in each of her hands...she siphoned the remaining energy out of them as their screams faded out; they too vaporized within Wraith's grasp as her muscular cyborg body once again visibly grew in mass; her hulking mass was quite impressive...she was nearly double the size that she was originally when she first arrived along with Nightmare and Overkill.

Her solar plexus began to glow with energy and energy trails rippled along her body as she held her breasts; she then caressed her hands across her body and then ran her hands through her short brown hair as she hissed and moaned in a sensual manner...her stiff nipples could clearly be seen through the dark blue cyber-synthetic material that had been made to replace her skin. Wraith appeared to be somewhat aroused about the energy which she just siphoned along with her pursuit of the weakened cyborg policewoman. She then picked up her pace and headed in the same direction that Genesis had just went.

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Back on the third floor, Raina and Nightmare had been involved in a vicious battle...both women's battle attire had shown wear and tear from their intense altercation. Raina's cyber-armor had been completely broken away in some areas, going past the wires and circuitry of the armor and revealing her bio-synthetic flesh underneath. Nightmare was clearly making her presence felt in her debut against her step-daughter as Raina hasn't faced a challenge like her since going toe-to-toe with Wraith last year. Although Nightmare had been getting her shots in, Raina was still able to hold her own and score her own powerful offensive attacks against the one person that struck fear in her heart.

The two cybernetic fighters clashed, wrestled, tussled, and struggled against one another as both of them were evenly matched...as soon as it looked like Raina had the upper hand, Nightmare would turn the momentum to her side and vice versa. They crashed through the solid titanium enforced walls as if they were made of plexi-glass as they jockeyed for position in an absolutely brutal display of combat. These two were obviously fighting with deep emotion and both women swung for the fences with each blow thrown, going for the knockout shot.

Raina had gotten in a vicious flurry on Nightmare, sending her reeling. Nightmare landed very close to her rail gun, which she had dropped at the beginning of their fight...she inched her way towards her powerful weapon as Raina followed to press the attack. Nightmare waited until the last minute possible; she lunged for her gun, rolled into position, and caught Raina directly in her torso with two quick blasts...Raina's armor had shattered even more, revealing her bare body underneath in some areas. The force of the blasts sent her sliding across the flooding floor until the back of her head and shoulders slammed hard into a wall, stopping her momentum. Raina's systems had taken a major shock, discombobulating her equilibrium momentarily and leaving her defenseless as she tried to shake off the cobwebs.

Nightmare targeted her massive weapon directly at Raina's head...although Raina's body was extremely durable, a direct headshot from the rail gun would have definitely signaled the end of this fight, as well as possibly the end of Raina's life. Before Nightmare could pull the trigger, however, both Deuce and Overkill came crashing through the ceiling with great force...altering Nightmare's shot and giving Raina enough time to recover and space to roll out of the way.

Deuce and Overkill also look like they had been involved in a vicious brawl...even moreso than Raina and Nightmare. Overkill's dark shades had been shattered and her creepy glowing red eyes were visible. Wires and tubes poked through her metal exterior as they crackled, sparked, and leaked vital fluids. Her buzzsaw hand was missing along with most of her right arm as well as her neck had some of it's vital tubes and wires wrenched loose. Parts of the skin on her face had been peeled away to reveal the circuitry and metal underneath, showing that she was indeed more machine than human.

Deuce was no better...her cyber-optic lens over her left ocular cavity had been cracked, along with notable burn marks and gaping slash wounds along her chromium body; there was an extremely large gaping hole on the right side of her abdomen which revealed some of her cyber-entrails and organs. Her left hand and forearm was missing...it had been severed by Overkill's buzzsaw hand. Synthetic blood had trailed from the corner of her mouth and nose as she gritted her teeth and snarled.

"C'mon...that all you got Big Mama?!!?"

"I will squash you like big metal cockroach under my feet!"

Both Deuce and Overkill rushed each other again...Deuce fired her gun repeatedly at Overkill's large mech-like body; it didn't seem like the rounds were doing much damage, however Overkill had done the same with some of the smaller weapons in her arsenal which also seem to bounce off of Deuce's body. Their collision sounded like a car accident as their metal bodies slammed into one another. The two robotic women were interrupted in their dance of destruction by another round from Nightmare's railgun targeted directly at Deuce...Deuce's systems were able to calculate the concentrated blast of energy aimed at her head in time enough to combat roll out of the way; she landed not to far from Raina who was holding her midsection and wincing from the last blast.

"Hey Deuce...lookin' good."

"Likewise. Hey Rainy...I made a new friend over there! Her name's Overkill and she's almost completely mechanical just like me!"

"I know her quite well...that's Suprema Maddrox from my Triple F fighting days...haven't seen her in a few years! She definitely looks much different than she used to...she's put on some serious weight, and I'm definitely not talking about fat!!!"

"And I see you made yourself a new friend too! Well isn't she cute with that big ass toy that she just blasted at me with...we should have an impromptu play date right now!"

"She's no friend of mine...that's family...sorta."

"Um...what?"

"I've talked to you about my stepmom before, right?"

"Yeah...the one in the coma?"

"Yep...that's the one. Well Deuce, meet Laura Thomas-Hunter...my wicked stepmother that's supposed to be in a coma."

"But...how did...ohhhhh....oooookay!!!! I get it...she's a cyborg now!!! Awkward!!!! Didn't mean to break up your reunion!"

"Nah...you're right on time! I'm with you...let's have that play date!"

"Hey Rainy..."

"Yeah?"

"You know Jetta didn't put those parameters on me that you told her to before we started our mission, right?"

"Yeah...I kinda figured; I know that you two are in cahoots with one another. Plus, I've got bionic hearing just like you...you know I can hear an ant walking on sand, so I overheard you and her talking about it before you took off!!! And now, I'm glad that she didn't...no doughnuts for either of you for a week!"

"Well, it ain't like I can eat solid food anyways! Where's it gonna go?"

Nightmare got upset at the playful banter between the two cybercops.

"Um, excuse me?!!? I love how the both of you are making light of the situation...maybe facing your deaths won't be so bad with smiles on your faces!"

Raina stood tall and pointed her evil stepmother down as she tried to reason with her.

"Okay Laura...I know there's all sorts of bad blood between you and me, but this ends right now. You and that big piece of scrap metal standing next to you are under arrest as well as all of the rest of your goons."

"Fuck you, you fat heifer bitch!!! I'll kill you where you stand before I let you take me to jail!"

Raina's face balled up into a vicious scowl and she shook in anger as Laura's insult hurt just as bad as her most powerful attack thus far. Her bottom lip quivered and tears welled up in the corners of Raina's bionic eyes as she instantly replayed memories of her youth where Laura would constantly say hurtful remarks, chipping away at her self-esteem and confidence. With a loud yell, Raina threw herself at Nightmare in a blind rage...knocking the large rail gun across the floor yet again. Both Deuce and Overkill watched each of their sisters in arms tussle with one another until they both caught eyes with each other, and they too followed suit and continued to battle.

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Genesis continued to dispatch the C.O.D.E.s on the first floor...they tried to surround her and overwhelm her with their numbers, but she was too powerful for them. They shot at her with their weapon and energy projection abilities, yet Simone managed to dodge most of their attacks...the rest that actually hit her didn't faze her or slow her down one bit despite the fact that she was still taking damage to her body.

The outside C.O.D.E.s had began to fall back to assist the others on the inside, which gave the AFPD SWAT and SCU ground forces the opening that they needed to blitz the entrance, taking out the few remaining C.O.D.E.s that guarded the perimeter of the building. They rushed the building, led by Sgt. O' Malley as they mowed a path leading to a large group of the captive employees of the Stranger complex...she began to lead the group of hostages out; they all scrambled in a panicked frenzy as they rushed to exit the building.

Just then she heard the scream of a man...she saw Wraith near the back of the herd with a tight grip on a technician from behind as she held her blade to his neck. The man struggled in Wraith's arms, as she was slowly choking the breath out of his lungs...his flailing around didn't help his cause either as he exerted his energy trying to fight the tight grip of Wraith. Sgt. O' Malley aimed her rifle directly at Wraith...the laser sighted target danced in between Wraith's pupil-less eyes as she yelled out.

"Let' em go!"

Wraith didn't respond verbally, but she took her blade and barely ran it across the man's face, cutting him a little. She then ran her tongue along her blade and licked his blood clean off of the ultra sharp weapon. O' Malley warned Wraith again.

"C'mon you sick bitch...let the man go and surrender! I can make the shot...I'll drop you if I have to!"

Wraith's response to O' Malley's was an extremely rare verbal one...her voice was low, raspy, and sounded more like a slow animalistic hiss than that of a human.

"I.......hhhhhhhhate.......copsssssss...."

O' Malley took a deep breath and fired a round...the high caliber bullet struck Wraith's forehead, causing her head to reel back. O' Malley's jaw dropped as Wraith's grip on the technician didn't loosen at all, plus the bullet wound had instantly healed itself up right before her eyes. Wraith then picked the man up over her head and flung him directly at O'Malley at a great rate of speed...O'Malley couldn't get out of the way as the portly man slammed into her with great force, knocking her off of her feet. The implant located on Wraith's solar plexus had began to glow brightly and to swirl with energy...she was charging up for a devastating blast and was aiming directly for O'Malley and the male technician.

A malicious surge of energy exited Wraith's body targeted for the SWAT officer and a victim of circumstance...fortunately for them Genesis had jumped in and took the full brunt of Wraith's blast that would have surely killed both of them. The immense blast tore Genesis' left arm and shoulder from the rest of her body...the opening revealed her extensive cybernetics underneath her outer muscular casing as well her synthetic blood, oil, and other important fluids sputtered all over the place as a continuous stream of sparks flew from the gaping wound where her arm used to be. Amazingly, Genesis remained on her feet and engaged Wraith...she looked like a mangled mixture of machinery and humanity as her body buzzed and whirred with the slightest movement that she would make. Although her left hand contained her gun, she still had her Katana in her right hand and had no intentions on avoiding a fight with Wraith.

Wraith and Genesis' blades clashed as both muscular cyborg women hacked, slashed, stabbed, punched, and kicked at each other. Neither of them were able to get a palpable hit on the other, as they both were extremely skilled with their melee weapons and their hand to hand combat programming were top notch. Perhaps Genesis would have had more of an advantage with her other arm still attached, however her extremely weakened state due to the major damage that she had taken up to this point was starting to take it's toll. Her internal systems blinked and warned her via her H.U.D. that she was reaching critical levels of damage, yet her fighter's instinct instructed to continue to engage Wraith.

Wraith grabbed the part of Genesis' arm that was missing and siphoned energy from her...Genesis' body froze up momentarily as what little energy that coursed through her circuitry and wires was quickly racing out of her body into her opponent's body. The beeping in Simone's head reminding her that her levels were dangerously low had grown louder and more frequent as her body had began to go limp.

Wraith had nearly sucked Genesis dry until she received another four shots to her head from Sgt. O' Malley's sub-machine gun followed by a stiff shot from the butt of her gun. Although it did no damage to Wraith, it caused for her to release her grip of Genesis and direct her focus to O' Malley. O'Malley emptied her ammo as she laid into Wraith with her gun...the bullets all sank in her body, yet didn't slow her down at all. Wraith then bludgeoned O' Malley with a stiff right cross...shattering her jaw, dropping her to the floor, and knocking her helmet off. She then took O' Malley, who was on all fours at this point, and tossed her into a wall. O' Malley struggled back to her feet, where she was met with a quick slice across her chest...her body armor had taken the full force of the slash, yet it was still forceful enough to penetrate O'Malley flesh.

Wraith had then quickly throttled O'Malley by the throat and held her up against the wall...O'Malley's bloodied face had then turned to a look of horror as Wraith had lodged her blade deep into O'Malley's body, exiting through her back and pinning her to the wall. Blood rushed to O'Malley's mouth as she began to cough up copious amounts and choke on said blood as her eyes began to roll to the back of her head.

Wraith smiled as she watched the red headed SWAT officer cling onto life...unexpectedly, a quick slice from behind caught her completely off guard. With blurred vision O'Malley saw a stream of energy left in the wake of Genesis' katana, which went straight through Wraith's head horizontally at her lower mandible. Wraith's eyes had widened, as the top half of her head had fallen from the rest of her body and splashed as it hit the flooded floor. O' Malley was able to find the strength to lift her legs and kick Wraith's body away to dislodge the blade from her gut...she slid down the was and felt to the ground hard on her buttocks as she continued to cough up blood. Wraith's body had grabbed the spot where her half decapitated head was, took several steps, and then fell forward. O' Malley looked up to see a severely damaged Genesis, who also struggled to remain standing...she sheathed her sword, then picked up the critically wounded SWAT officer with her one arm and headed for the exit along with the other AFPD officers and hostages. Both of them were too weak to notice Wraith's body still moving, grabbing for her head, and then standing back to her feet as they left. Wraith held the top half of her own head in her in one hand as she pressed a few buttons on the apparatus located on her left wrist...she then dematerialized and vanished completely from the scene of the crime.
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Raina, Deuce, Nightmare, and Overkill had continued fighting amongst one another, registering some vicious damage amongst themselves. As they were fighting, the large door that the datarunners had been trying to hack open had finally been breached....the two datarunners had quickly unjacked from their computer terminals and had entered the top secret laboratory and storage deep within the confines of the Stranger Industries sub complex. Although both women had been evenly matched in their battle, Nightmare was able to gain the upper hand...she was able to kick Raina into several large pipes protruding from the damaged walls, impaling her in the process and weakening her systems to where she couldn't free herself. Nightmare then broke off two more pieces of the long metal pipes from the wall and drove them through both of Raina's arms at the elbow, crucifying her stepdaughter that she hated against the cold hard metal wall. Raina winced in pain as her stepmother tortured her...her systems warned her of her critical damage levels and threatened to shut down. Raina was barely able to keep her bionic optical implants open as Nightmare picked up her railgun and taunted her some more.

"Finally...I've been dreaming about this moment for years. I'm not gonna rush this...I'm gonna savor every little bit...I want you to suffer just like you made me suffer in that coma for years!!! I want to put you through hell here on earth first before I actually send you there for good!!!"

Nightmare cocked her gun, charged it up for several seconds, then shot Raina's left arm...severing it from her body at the elbow. Raina screamed as her pain editors weren't completely working due to the damage that she had taken thus far. Tears streamed down her face as Nightmare charged up her gun again and shot through Raina's left leg at point blank range...shattering the remaining armor that covered it and severing the leg at the thigh. Raina screamed even louder as Nightmare continued to taunt and torture her.

"You don't have your precious baseball bat to help you now, do you? And even with all of those fancy cybernetics and that suit of armor of yours, you still aren't able to beat me in a straight up fight! You're weak...you've always been weak Raina...just like your stupid limp-dick father was!"

Nightmare then did the same thing to Raina's right leg and arm....wrenching both of them loose from the rest of her body. Nightmare then took her gun and shot Raina three times in her abdomen at point blank range, smiling as she pulled the trigger repeatedly. Raina's moans grew softer, as her energy supply was dangerously low. She coughed up synthetic blood while her broken body convulsed uncontrollably as she struggled to stay conscious. After a few minutes, one of the datarunners exited with a medium sized metal pod and interrupted Nightmare.

"Mistress Nightmare...our main objective is complete; we have the package! Ready for extraction....all C.O.D.E. Units standing by!"

"To all of the remaining C.O.D.E. units...prepare for bodyslide back to HQ. Go on without me...I have some unfinished business here to take care of with my dear stepdaughter here."

"But Mistress...our orders were to..."

"I know what our fuckin' orders are!!! You take the package back to base and I'll catch up...I was placed in charge here, and that's an order from me!"

"Affirmative. All C.O.D.E. units, preparing for immediate evac in 3...2...1..."

With that, all of the remaining C.O.D.E. units in the building had teleported away in similar manner that they arrived. Nightmare and Overkill were the only two remaining hostiles left in the entire building asides from Beta-One, who had long ago been put out of commission and disconnected from the C.O.D.E. network...Overkill and Deuce weren't immediately near Nightmare and Raina. Overkill realized that the main objective was completed, and that she was at a stalemate with her formidable foe in Deuce. Both cyborg women came to a pause in their combat and addressed one another, barely able to put together a whole sentence without their cybernetic voice synthesizers malfunctioning on them.

"You...you are -zzzzt- worthy foe! However, I must make leave now...objective is complete."

"What's the matter? -zzzt- -zzzt- Runnin' away like a chicken? I'm not -zzzt- done with you yet!"

"We will -zzzzt- meet -zzzt- -zzzt- again! And next time...I crush you!"

"Whatever bitch...bring it! -zzzt-"

Overkill then dematerialized into thin air as well. Deuce dropped to her knees from the extensive damage that she had taken at the hands of Overkill...she then quickly scanned the area to get a location on Raina and Nightmare. She finally spotted them...a sudden surge of energy shot through her body when she saw the gruesome shape that her friend and commander was in from way across the 3rd floor.

Nightmare got really close to Raina as she continued to taunt her, building up for her grand finale. She gently stroked Raina's face and ran her fingers through her hair, only to suddenly pull her hair and head back maliciously. Tears streamed from Raina's eyes...Raina herself was too weak to even hold her own head up as Nightmare talked again.

"God, I hate you...you have no idea how much I've always hated you. I only put up with you because of your father, and once I got bored with him, I could've cared less what happened to you...in fact, it was his love for you that made me hate him. I was jealous, and wanted him all to myself...not even wanting to share his affection with his own daughter. Call me shallow, but that's how I roll! You destroyed my life...everything I had, everything I was, everything that I was supposed to be! And now I will end your future and erase your existence from the face of the Earth!"

As Nightmare charged up her gun one last time, a different voice rang though Nightmare's communication device...the female voice had a slight accent and a commanding presence, stopping Nightmare dead in her tracks.

"Nightmare...I command you at once to return to base!"

"No....I'm so close! I have this bitch stepdaughter of mine defeated and I'm about to administer the killing blow!!!"

"That was not a part of your objectives, now was it?"

"Objectives be damned...you got what you wanted, let me have my moment!"

Before she could get another word out or make another advance on Raina, Nightmare was forcibly teleported back to base. Only a nano-second after Nightmare had vanished, a mega bullet had zipped right through the energy traces of where Nightmare's head was. Deuce's pistol smoked as she stood from afar and tried to give Nightmare's brain an impromptu lobotomy. Once Deuce saw that the blond cyborg was gone for good she limped over to Raina, removed her from the pipes that ran her through, and held her...she was able to scan Raina's vitals and saw that her damage levels were extremely high and that her systems had temporarily shut her down and was also running on auxiliary energy to keep her organic components alive. Deuce then radioed to Techna.

"Oh my God...hey Jet...we've got -zzzt- an officer down up here!!! We're gonna need a gurney to take Raina outta here...she's pretty fucked up. She's missing all -zzzt- kinds of her bits and pieces, plus she's running on her auxiliary energy supply! -zzzt- -zzzt-"

"From the sounds of it, I better make that two gurneys...you don't sound too hot either!"

"No way...I'm -zzzzt- -zzzzt- -zzzzt- fi...-zzzzt- fine! Um...yeah, you better make that two!"

"Simone's in very bad shape too...I've already had her rushed back to my lab at HQ!"

"What?!!? You mean -zzzt- I'm less damaged than both Raina and Monie?"

"I guess...but I see your vitals and you aren't too far away from them! Help is on the way...I'll get all of you patched up and back to optimal levels in no time! Don't let Raina die on us!!!"

"-zzzt- Roger that. C'mon Rainy...hang in there girlie!"
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Back at the main building of the Ultima corporation Scarlette Tamzarian was busy ordering her technicians for immediate emergency repairs to Wraith and Overkill. Nightmare had then appeared in the central laboratory not too far from where Scarlette levitated. Very angry at the fact that she was pulled from her confrontation against Raina, she slammed her rail gun to the floor and rushed Scarlette.

"Why did you pull me out?!!? I was so close to destroying Raina!!!!"

Nightmare's body had began to arch back in a manner that it wasn't meant to bend as she grasped at her throat; Scarlette used her powers of magnetic manipulation to discipline the insubordinate cyborg....all of the technicians paused as Scarlette raised her voice to verbally lambaste Nightmare.

"HOW DARE YOU DEFY MY ORDERS AND THEN RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME?!!!!? I resurrected you and gave you this new body and this is how you show thanks? I can easily render you back in the vegetative state that you were in when I saved you...or just let you die! Is that what you want?"

"Nuh...no Madame....I'm sorry..."

"You are right that you're sorry! Don't you ever defy my orders again or question my authority, or I will place your head on the body of a robotic dog and make you my pet! Understand?!!?"

"Yes...."

Scarlette dropped the woman from her magnetic grip.

"Another reason why I pulled you out when I did is because you failed to see the one called Deuce as she had a clear head shot on you...it could have been you that was destroyed! I'm already going to have my hands full with fixing Wraith and Overkill...I don't need your extensive repairs to hinder my plans any longer!

However, you did complete your mission...so I can't be completely mad at you. Well done...I am also pleased at the performance of the C.O.D.E.s with the exception of the loss of Beta-One; I can't help but wonder why she didn't self-destruct. No matter...her brain has been virtually wiped clean, so if they try to scan her brain, then they will be pretty upset when their efforts come up fruitless. And you, Overkill, and Wraith needn't worry...you will have plenty of chances for rematches against your new arch rivals. When I activated you, did I not promise you that you will extract your revenge against your step daughter?"

"You did."

"Exactly...so don't worry...you will have your moment to savor watching the life drain out of her body at your hands. Just as I am sure that Wraith is just seething to get her hands on Genesis for decapitating her and Overkill wanting to eliminate Deuce. But I've got bigger plans for the immediate future...as for yourself, you need immediate repairs just like your sisters. I am pleased...you have proven yourself to be a worthy general in my army...just don't ever cross me again."

"Yes, mother. Once again, I apologize...I let my emotions get the best of me."

"You are forgiven. Now, to the operating rack with you...techs, take her to bay 3!"

Scarlette's techs floated over a hovering mobile table, placed the badly damaged cyborg on it, and took her to repair station bay 3. Scarlette then turned to the large mechanical container that was retrieved from the Stranger complex...she opened it to reveal a large orb that resembled a diamond. She held it in her hands as she floated off to a distant part of her large laboratory...she came to a series of stasis tubes that contained the various reconstructed body parts belonging to Sapphira Reese. She floated directly to the stasis tube that contained Sapphira's detached head and spoke directly to it....Sapphira's eyes snapped open as her sliver eyes glowed and looked directly at Scarlette.

"Awaken, Adora-2...mommy has something to show you! Here is the final piece, my dear...soon and very soon I will put you back together and assemble you as my greatest creation yet! This orb will empower you beyond your wildest imaginations to ungodly levels!!! You are the key to initiating my 'Primary Objective!' I absolutely cannot wait until you and the rest of your sisters hand the world to me on a silver platter! Now close your eyes; continue to sleep in peace, my dear Adora-2...for we've got much to do in the coming days."

Sapphira's eyes closed again on Scarlette's command as she floated back to the center of the large lab. After several seconds, Sapphira's eyes snapped open again...intently following The Matriarch of the Ultima Corporation as she tended to other business. She scowled at Scarlette before slowly closing her eyes again.
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""This is Amy Feng of the Angel Falls Channel 3 Action News Team reporting live from the Stranger Industries Complex located in Hanover. After approximately two hours and 45 minutes the situation where the mysterious all female C.O.D.E. soldiers took the entire building by siege is now over thanks to the Angel Falls Police Department Special Crimes Unit and SWAT team.

After the whole ordeal, there are 9 police deaths, 4 civilian casualties, and multiple injuries to both police forces and Stranger employees...most notable amongst those injuries from the AFPD are Sargent Maureen O'Malley of the SWAT team; along with Cybercops Simone Rattica aka Genesis, Denise Hightower aka Deuce, and 1st Lt. Raina Hunter. Sgt. O'Malley has been taken to Angel Falls Regional ICU while all three Cybercops have been taken back to AFPD HQ, where they are to receive immediate repairs. We have no word on the condition of any of those police officers yet, however Lt. Hunter seemed to be in the worst condition.

The reason being the siege is still unknown...there are hardly any traces of the C.O.D.E.s left behind. One C.O.D.E...we'll call her Beta-One for now...was apprehended and will be taken into custody by the AFPD for interrogation. It has been made known that a very valuable material has been stolen, and that is leading the police as to just why these C.O.D.E.s came here in the first place.

One eyewitness said that they recognized what was described as the convicted death row meta-criminal Deidra Cross, who was gunned down by police and transformed into a failed law enforcement cyborg known as Wraith. If you remember, Wraith's programming had run amok and caused her to go on a dangerous rampage early last year. All we know is that Wraith was controlled by Scarlette Tamzarian when she was last seen, so police are now investigating the case with Scarlette Tamzarian as a possible conspirator to this ordeal.

Tune in to the 10 PM edition of the Channel 3 Action New for further developments to this story. For Channel 3, I'm Amy Feng, reporting."
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To Be Concluded In Epilogue

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Story Written By

3D Render Done By The Awesome

Cast of Characters

-1st Lt. Raina Hunter, Simone Rattica aka Genesis, Denise Hightower aka Cyra-2 (Deuce), Dr. Jetta Chambers aka Techna, Chief Sonny Wilson, Maureen O'Malley, Laura Thomas-Hunter aka Nightmare, Suprema Maddrox aka Overkill, Deidra Cross aka Wraith, the C.O.D.E. units, Scarlette Tamzarian aka "The Matriarch", and Sapphira Reese (Adora-2) all created by and belong to

-The Lone Stranger and Warbuster (mentioned) created by and belong to

-Amy Feng of the Channel 3 Action news belongs to ???

All of this takes place in
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Whew!!! It took what felt like FOREVER to get this one done...I started on this story about a month ago and for some reason I've been having a rough time staying focused and getting this one finished! And now, I've got an epilogue coming afterwards, as I still feel that there are a few loose ties to wrap up...are the gals of the SCU gonna be okay? If so, how will Raina deal with her aptly named nightmarish stepmother being a powerful cyborg just like herself? The girls Cybercops division pretty much took a loss against the trio of Nightmare, Overkill, and Wraith...what will they do for if and when they next meet? What about Sgt. O'Malley? Will she live? Will she die? And we've seen another Sapphira sighting...what's up with that?!!? I can't just end this one without tying all of these things up into nice little bundles! Hopefully, I can crank out the epilogue very soon so that I can move on to the next great adventure!

As for this latest part, I really love the action that went on in this one...these girls were brawlin'!!!! If nothing else, it shows just how tough my cyborg babes are...the good ones and the evil ones! Special shout out and thanks to with the dope render...Deuce looks especially amazing in this one!

From Black To White Chapter 1

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 08:14:30 PDT

HERE IS THE FIRST CHAPTER AND IT'S LONG. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG!

So, I decided to make the 4 chapters into pictures and write the story in the descripsion. We already know the begining, but anyways, let's begin~

It was a quiet day in Central city. The bright sun was rising and people bean their morning routine. Children were going to school, mothers and fathers got to work and it went all well. Suddenly, a giant metal robot in the form of Doctor Eggman appears, the people scream and run in terror. The robot fires, crashes and slams everything it sees. Meanwhile, our favorite hedgehog trio, Sonic, Shadow and Silver were taking an afternoon nap. Suddenly they hear the screams of the people being attack by the robot.
Shadow: What's that?
Sonic: Sounds like Eggman is having fun! Let's go guys!
Silver: Hey, wait up!
Then the three head off towards the scene and stop right infront of the robot, ready to fight!
Sonic: Hey egg-head! Couldn't you wait until tomorrow? I was taking a nap!
Egg-man: Ho, ho, ho ho! I apologize for my early arival, but don't worry. You'll be asleep forever when this little creation will finish you off!
Shadow: Don't get too comfortable.
Silver: Enough talking! Let's fight!

Silver ran towards the robot, doding the missiles and grabing on of them with his telekinesis and flining them back at egg-man. But the redirecting attack of the missile had no impact on the robot. Both Silver and his friends looked surprised.
Egg-man: Buhahahaha! Hte to disapoint you, but this robot has metal skin made out of almost indestructible material!
Sonic: Well, I must say that you've finally gotten SOME sense now, Egg-man. This makes a perfect challange!
Egg-man: GGGR! Don't underestemate my IQ Sonic! Sure, I;ve made some mistake sin the past, but now I've finally improved!
Shadow: This is all bark and no bite. I'm positiv that we;re gonna wint his with little effort.
Egg-man: Then come and get it!
Silver: Alright! Let's kick some-

But before Silver could finish his sentence and throw some more missiles at the robot, Sonic and Shadow surrounded the machiene and destroyed the weapons.
The two were incredible while performing their combat skills. The people watching in awe as the battle went on. Silver did nothing as he watched the scene. The two seemed to be winning after destroying all the weapons.Silver knew thatthe finale was about to come and pieces of the machiene were about to fall causing injured people. He looked irritated and escorted a group of people towards a safe place not too far away from the scene. Eventually, the arms fell off of the robot. Shadow and Sonic stood infront of th shield that protected Egg-man with a cocky grin.
Sonic: Yo Egg-man! You should go see a doctor! Your arms just fell off!
Shadow: Let;s hope it's not a rare disease you have~
Egg-man: Grrr, you always seem to get the best of my creations...but not THIS time.
Sonic: Oh really? Surprise me!
Egg-man: Very well!

Suddenly, giant metal strongs came out of the robot shoulders and grabbed the two hedgehogs tight, leaving the people who were watching in shock.
Sonic: Grr! Seems he really DID improve this time!
Shadow: Nghr! I've faced worse.
Egg-man: Is that so? Let's see if you can take it back!

Egg-man then smashed the two on the ground and played around as if they were toys. Silver steped forward and grabed something sharp in order to cut the lines. Silver: Hold on guys!

Sonic: ...It seems we can't defeat it's almost indestructible skin from out here. We have to get inside of this thing.
Egg-man: Give up?
Shadow: I don't think so!
Shadow then released a chaost blast and destroyed the strongs.
Egg-man: What!?
Sonic: I do love surprises!
Shadow: let's finish this!

The two then head into the shoulder of the robot, leaving Egg-man confused and looking around to stop the two hedgehogs. Egg-man: Where are you you little pesents!?
Suddenly, the robot got giant cracks out of nowhere and it seemed to explode. All the people covered their faces as the blinding light of the explosion. Ruble was flying everywhere, but it the damage wasn´t as bad. Sonic and Shadow jumped out of the rubble where the doctor escapes in his egg-mobile. Knowing that he had lost, again, he fleed.
Sonic: Well, that was surprisingly easy.
Silver stood there, watching the croud cheer and clapas they thanked the two hedgehogs. He didn't do anyhting besides bringing a few people to safety. Later that day the three decided to go for a walk in the park to make sure everything was alright. As they walked everyhting was going well. They got near a lake where big boats gave a tour to tourists. Ducks and geese were swimming, children were playing, a happy late afternoon.
Sonic: I gotta say, even though that egg-head ruined my daily nap, it's good to be walking again.
Shadow: Atleast you're doing SOME exersize. When I was working for that fat-twit the only thing that carried him was his mac.
Sonic: You don't say? I wonder if he has a special died in order to make him run faster.
Shadow: I don't think that will ever happen.
Sonic: Yeah, I think so. By the way, we were great there defeating that robot!
Shadow: Don't mention it. Ever.
Silver: Yeah...about that...
But before Silver could finish, the three heard acryfor help. It sounded like a little girl who is in danger.
Sonic: Huh? Do you hear that?
Silver, who wasn't about to mess up this time, flew towards the source of the sound with his telekenises. Silver: I'll go!
A few seconds later, Silver saw a little girl who fell off a tour boat. Apperantly, she couldn't swim and was splashing her hands in the water, trying to stay above the surface. "Help! Somebody help me!" she screamed. Silver flew towards the helpless girl and raised his hand.
Silver: Don't worry! I'll save-
And again, before he could reach her hand, Sonic came out of nowhere, grabbing the girl and jumped on the tour boat. The people cheered and thanked Sonic for his deed. Silver crossedhis arms and looked irritated as he floated above the water. Letting out a growling sigh.
It seems the three hada busy day. In the early evening they did some shopping and relax for a bit.
Shadow: You HAD to show off like an idiot heh?
Sonic: What can I say? Most people love to see it.
Shadow: I hope that next time I'll get some more attnetion.
Sonic: Dude, you have lots! You come in the second place being the most popular hedgehog!
Silver: What about me?
But then again, Silver's question didn't get answered by another cry for help. But this time it was a call from G.U.N. They are the military of the country and Shadow is their best agent. He gets a call from another agent about a gangster group that has capturd three other agents who are in serious trouble.
Shadow: Ok! We'll be right there!
Sonic: geez so many cry for help this day!
Silver: I'm on it!
The white hedgehog took off, flying through the streets, looking for the gang. A few streets further, he spotted a group of police cars with agents behind the car doors holding their gun, aiming at the gangsters who held their hun agains the heads of the agents trapped in their grip. Silver arrived at the scene and wasn't about to let this one slip through his hands.
Silver: Give up! You're outnumbered!
One of the men chuckled and aimed his gun at Silver. "Who are you to tell me what to do?!" Then the men started shooting at him, making the police men duck and hide for cover. Silver however, did not move out of the way and grabbed the bullets with his powers. After a few seconds the men stopped firering. They watched in shock as the the white hedgehog held their bullets floating in the air.
Silver: ...You are outnumbered by POWER. Now...GIVE UP! OR I'LL-
But before he could throw any onject at them, again...Silver was interupted by Shadow using chaos controll. Effortlessly, he captured all of the bad guys and rescued the police men. The gun agents cheered andarested the gangsters.
Gun agent: Thanks Shadow! We couldn't have done it without your help.
Shadow: Hmpf. Do't mention it.
Silver stood in the background; wondering why he was almost invisible to the others. It was getting late and so, the three headed home.
Sonic: Man, three rescues in one day! It's a new record!
Shadow: This is nothing compared what I had to do in the early days.
Sonic: I see, but we make a great team Shadow!
Hearing Sonic saying this, made Silver look even more sad and confused. This made him wonder...is he any worth being here? Do they dislike him just for his appearance or personality? Or is he jut not ment to be a hero? Having nothing to say, he followed his friends home. Once the night sky fell and the city was asleep, he looked out the window, gazing at the night sky. He admired the stars, shining down on earth. He had never seen this before he traveled to the present time. It made him forget and remember about his destroyd future. Clouds filled with thunder made it impsoble to peek through and see what's beyond. A familiar feeling went through him, that all his heroic deeds in his timeline were all for nothing. Being the optimist he is, this made him sad. All he wants, is people to be happy. And have a bright future.
The next day Silver and Sonic were at a park where they would train with onstackles. It was Sonic's turn to walk the session and he loved to show off. Silver sat on a small rock, watching the blue blur perform his skills. Though Silver would compliment him now and then, he was still down from the events that happened the other day.
Sonic: Ha! This session is way past easy!
Silver: ...Sonic? Can I ask you something?
Sonic: Sure pal! I can hear you while running!
Silver: Well...Remember yesterday? ...I was great you guys saved a lot of lives...but, I did nothing at all out there. I just stood there watching the scene. The people didn't even notice me. We both know that a trio has to work like a 'trio.' But how can I be part of the group when I don't get to opportunity. What can I do?

During his speech, Sonic did nothing other than run around, slide, stomp attacks and jumping. Right after Silver finished, he ran towards him and stopped, causing a small dust cloud covering Silver.
Silver: Are you listening!?
Sonic: Oh, I'm sorry. I couldn't hear you over the sound of my awesomeness~
Silver glared with an angry expression towards Sonic and corssed his arms, irritated by his cocky attitude.
Silver: Hmpf. I knew that you wern't the brightest running around, but I didn't think your were DEAF.
Sonic: Relax dude, I heard everything you said.
Silver: Like?
Sonic: Being unappreciated. I know what it feels like to be left out.
Silver: Any advice?
Sonic: You see, at moments like this, I'll always say this little quote: ...Nothing starts until you take action!
Silver: Meaning?
Sonic: You gotta do something man! Show that you're a living being who shows he's worth living for.
Silver: I didn't really had the chance to do that since you guys have to steal the show.
Sonic: Yeah, heh. But long story short, when I was still in my younger days, I started like every hero does. A zero. When you want to change something for the better and get famous, you gotta look for an enemy. Someone that is a reall threat to you and your people. By every fight, you improve your skills, inteligence and overall, your looks~ Being a hero myself with an evil scientist as an oponent, you can learn a lot from your adventures.
Hearing no reply from Silver, he looked behind him and saw the telekentic hedgehog play around with some objects from the training parkour, letting them float in the air with a grin on his face.
Sonic: Are you listening?
Silver: Oh, I'm sorry; I couldn't hear you above the sound of my awesomeness~
Sonic: Hey, I...yeah...I really need to work on that habit of mine.
Silver: But what you said makes sense. Though I still doubt I'll get the chance since Shadow the strongest among us...
Sonic: I think he can put his pride aside for once. Or you must show that hedgehog who's better with a battle~
Silver: No problem! I'll take him out anytime!
Not knowing that Shadow was a few meters away from the conversation, Silver emmediately dropped his cockyness when he heard Shadow's voice.
Shadow: Is that so?
Silver looked at the black hedgehog walking towards him with an evil grin. Sonic stayed cool and noticed the tention on Silver's face.
Sonic: Hey Shad, how are ya doing?
Shadow: Since I really don't care to tell you, I think I should probably put my PRIDE aside to tell you anyway.
Silver got nervous as Shadow walked past him. Knowing he shouldn't have said those things.
Sonic: Well that's knew. Any rescue operations today?
Shadow: Nothing much. Just a few criminals trying to shoot down GUN agents. Any idiot who wanted to step in to proove himself brave must be out of his mind. He could be outnmubered by skills.
Silver: Yeah...that would be totally stupid...
Sonic: Yes it would~
Shadow turned directly towards Silver with an angry expression while Sonic did some stretching. it didn't seem he cared about the situation.
Shadow: So I suppose what kind of consequences you take when you start questioning my strength and abilities.
Sonic: You're screwed for doing so~
Silver: I didn't doubt it, I just-
Shadow: Yes you did. But for this time, I will forgive your attitude. For as far as I know, that you're a weak coward against me.
Silver then snapped and raisedhis fist, showing an angry glare at Shadow.
Silver: I'm no coward! I'll take you down anytime!
Shadow: You'll regret this~
Sonic: Round one!
To Sonic, this was just a small rival battle. He knows that all three of them just like a fighting challange once ina while. Silver grabbed objects of the training parkour with his telekenises, throwing them at Shadow. Shadow jumped from side to side avoiding the attack while charging at Silver, slamming into him with a homing attack. Shadow jumped back and waiting forthe next attack as the downed hedgehog tried to stand up. Silver launched into the air, levitating; following Shadow as he fired psychic knifes at him. Sonic cheered and narrated what they were doing.
Sonic: Silver flies! He uses psychic ability! Shadow uses chaos sphear!
Silver thwn got hit by the attack of Shadow, giving Shadow the chance to tackle Silver with another homing attack.
Sonic: ....It's super effective!
Shadow: I told you not to question my abilites.
Silver: I may reconsider...after I knock you out!
He charged at the black hedgehog with a psychic-shield surrounding his body. Shadow did the same; as the two collided, they bounched off of each other and repeated this attack, waiting for an opening.
Sonic: Well, this seems familiar.
Eventually, they dropped their energy shield and Shadow charged at his opponent, grabbing his arm and flinging him to the sky; delivering a hard punch and kicking him down to the ground. It didn't look like a rival battle anymore. But more of a pay back towards Silver for underestimating Shadow's skills. Silver lay there, trying to recover quickly; Shadow smirked and charged at him to deliver the finall blow. But then...
Silver: That...DOES it...
Silver stood up and grabbed Shadow with his power, flinging him left to right, crushing him into the ground. Then he levitated him upwards; the psychic grip became tighter as Silver slowly clawed his left hand he held up. Shadow was in deep pain and grunted as it got worse. Sonic noticed that this wasn't going to end well.
Sonic: Silver! Stop!
He ran towards the scene. Silver was in a state of anger, ingoring Sonic's voice and creating more pressure on Shadow.
Sonic: Silver!!!
The second Sonic screamed for Silver, he suddenly realized was he was doing and dropped Shadow, letting him grunt and catch his breath. Sonic stopped watched in confusion at Silver.
Sonic: Dude, what's your deal!?
Silver: I....I...
Sonic looked at his downed friend who was still struggling to get back on his feet. Silver slowly stepped away; not knowing why he did that. Sonic looked at him with worry in his eyes.
Sonic: Why did you do that?!
Silver: I...I didn't...I....
Having no clear anwser to himself or the others, he turned around and fleed. Why did he do this? Was it an act of defense? Or hatred? Later that day, he was sitting on a couch in the park; still thinking about what he did. Lost in thought, he did not notice that his best friend was walking towards him.
Blaze: It seems you've been through a tough time again.
He looked to his right and saw Blaze standing there. With no response, he looked away. Blaze knew there was something wrong, for as far as she knows that this is the spot where he goes everytime there's something bothering him. She sat down next to him.
Blaze: What's wrong?
Silver: Something happened...
Blaze: Like?
Silver: Well, the ussual...Sonic was acting like a jerk and then Shadow came in acting all cocky and in controll while he tried to teach me a lesson for underestamating his supirior skills.
Blaze: And?
Silver: * sigh *...in the end, I grabbed him with my powers and increased pressure....causing him severe pain...
Blaze: That doesn't sound like yourself.
Silver: I know...but on the other hand, he deserved it.
Blaze: I know Shadow is a strongest among us, and uses this to bring down other, but you should forgive him. He had a tragic past.
Silver: Oh really? Why is Sonic no acception? His life is filled with world adventures, girls, explosions and exciting things! He's amazing and awesome and strong and fast...so amazing infact that he and Shadow make a great team...so great, that I'm the one standing there, watching the action. It feels like I'm usseless these days. I don't feel ike I'm worthwhile...
Blaze: ...I understand. But in these periodes of time, you need to stay strong. I heard from you that even in a ruined future, you never give in.
Silver: And that's ALSO the problem! I don't feel like myself these days. I'm a psychokinetic hedgehog coming from a distant future who has a strong sense of justice and wants to change the world for the better. But how can I when others take away that opportunity?
Blaze knew that even for Silver, the one who never gives up had a hard time getting through.
Blaze: Then it's time to fight back. You should never give up on becoming a hero just some other person takes away the spotlight.
Silver: How?
Blaze: From what I've learned, a hero must show his abilities, inteligance and strength in order to get noticed. You should scan the city and look for people in need.
Silver: Oh...never thought about that...
Blaze: It's fine. Feeling better?
Silver: Yeah. Thanks Blaze.
Blaze always seemed to cheer him up through tough times. Even though Silver can give hope to himself, Blaze gave him a feeling of comfort and happyness. But what she didn't know that he had a crush on her. No one in the team is so close to Blaze and makes a perfect side kick. Silver wanted some rest in the library of Central city. He always loved to learn things the old way and was hungry for knowlage. He came there a lot of times and decided to read history books; finding out how war started and how it ends. Silver picked out five different books of every different age. He didn't need a ladder as he could levitate and grab any book he liked. When looking down, he saw Cream the rabbit, trying to reach for a book. Slver saw her struggling and decided to help. He flew down and grabbed the book for her.
Silver: There ya go.
Cream: Oh, thank you mister Silver.
They both whispered as they talked.
Silver: No problem. Where is your chao by the way?
Cream: Oh, she is sick. Sheate something very wron last night. But don't worry. She's be fine.
Silver: Good to know.
Cream: Well, thank again misterSilver. Bye!
Silver: Bye Cream.
Silver was looking for another book and spotted one that seemed very old. He read the title and read: "History of Soleanna" He grabbed the book and sat down on the table where he began to read. He wanted to finish all the books; and so, when he was almost done in the late evening, he came to the last one.
Silver: History of soleanna. ...Why does that anem sound so familiar? ...It's getting late, so I better take a peek.
He didn't want to read it from begining to end, but rather skip a few chapters until the last one.
Silver: Let's see...Chapter 8: Princess Elise the third.
But, when he skiped another page, there was no text. He looked surprised and skipped another. But even that page was blank. And the next one. And another one. From chapter 8, every page was blank. No text at all. When suddenly, he saw a big black spot on the end. It looked like someone accidentaly tampered some writting ink. Silver stared in surprise as he looked towards the black spot. But when he wanted tp touch it, he heard that the library was about to close. He quickly closed the book and put the others back in place; but not the soleanne book. He ran towards the pay desk.
Silver: Can I still borrow this one?
Guy behind the desk: Sure.
Silver didn't want to bring up the issue of the blank pages, since he wanted to find out himself.
Guy behind the desk: Urgh...books. I still don't get why we have a library these days. You have the internet.
Silver: If that's so, then why are you working here?
He said while walking away. Later, he got back home. the home both hedgehogs actually. Since the trio get alot adventures, they decided to live in a big mansion where they can set out emmediately in order to head towards the danger and save the day. Silver quietly opened the door and saw Sonic putting ordered food on the table.
Sonic: So, where have you been?
Silver: I was at the library.
Sonic: Sounds lke a nice distrection from what happened earlier this day.
Silver: I know...and...I'm sorry. I didn't know why I suddenly snapped and almost-
Shadow: Yes, we know. And it was horrible.
Sonic: ...Well, since you're ok again and apologized, it's fine.
Silver, knowing that Sonic is the cool guy he is, knew that he would forgive him. But now, Silver had this fear inside his heart, that if something like this happens again, he would not controll his anger. However, it was diner time. They had ordered food and sat down infornt of their giant plasma TV watching the news.
News reporter: Goodevening, today's reports show that the criminality is going down by the day as their forces are improving and spread across the world; helping people in need and escorting them to a save erea.
Sonic: Booooriiiiiiing~
Silver: People dying and running for their lives is boring?
Sonic: I'm hearing this everyday. I can't be there for everyone. This is the boringest news report ever...
News reporter: Also coming up, the national Freedom day is arriving. The day when the first world war ended and our country celebrated the day of their freedom. The of the very special guests, is queen Alia Smith will be there celebrating this holiday. Meanwhile, the people preparing for the party are giving away 1.00.00 dollars due to the giant building they're using for the celebration.
Sonic: Ah, now THIS is not boring.
Shadow: A queen celebrating for a special holiday?
Sonic: Sounds like it. I think we're gonna go there and help them.
Shadow: I thought you didn't enjoy preparing for something that distracts you from your natural life.
Sonic: What can I say? sometimes you gotta take a break and help the people around you.
Silver was still lost in thought as the other two were talking. After dinner, he lay in bed, trying to figure out why the pages of the last chapter were blank. Constantly skipping them, he came saw the black spot again. He looked closely and was stumped. No clear anwser to this problem. He tried anything. Holding some of the page above a flame to see if the text became visible. Trying to see it with his powers, none of it worked. And still, the title of this book sounded so familiar. He sighed and put the book on his nightstand. Turning his light off and lay down.
Silver: What a day...I better get some rest...
As the night fell and both of them fell asleep, the city was once again quiet. It was 2 AM and without notice, something unexplainable was about to happen. Suddenly, a strange, oil like substance crawled out of the book like a snake. It looked like writting ink and oil combined. It made an unsetteling slimy sound as it moved across the floor. It got out of the mansion and crossed the street. Not leaving any trail behind. Not a smell, sense or sound. The next morning, Sonic stepped in Silver's room without warning and startled him awake.
Sonic: Waky waky!
Silver: Aah!
Sonic: Ok your up, let's go.
Silver: Urgh...wat?
Sonic: Let's go. We've got work to do.
Silver: It's 9: Am. What's so important?
Sonic: We're gonna help with the party! Remember that building they've spend a million dollars on?
Silver: Yeah?
Sonic: They could use a little help from us. So grab a snack and let's go.
Silver: You're weird when you're bored.
Sonic: Gotta take a break sometimes~
Still tired from waking up so early, he headed towards the bathroom and brushed his hair shortly; headed downstairs and grabbed a snack. Then the three headed towards the big building where the goverment was guarding the place. As they arrived, they saw that it was a modern castle, still in construction, but in a few days it was done. Glaring at the beautifull windows and structure of the castle, Shadow was the only one unimpressed.
Shadow: I didn't come here to save princes peach.
Sonic: Don't worry Shad, she's in another castle.
Shadow: Thank god.
Silver: Speaking of which, the comi con is coming soon. I think Mario and his friends will be there too.
Shadow: Don't get me started on the olyimpics. The constant fight of the Mario and Sonic fanbase sickens me.
Sonic: For once, I have to agree with Shad.
When they walked in, they saw that a few of their friends, the Caotix, Cream, Amy and Blaze were helping too.
Sonic: Hey look! We're not the only one.
Shadow: Why do I have to use chaos control?
Silver: Come on, it can't be that bad.
Shadow: Sais you. I feel like a girl in this place.
Sonic: Well to be fair, you were a knight in one of my adventures.
Shadow: .........
Sonic: ...Shutingup.
The three walked towards their friends; Sonic waved shortly as the caotix noticed them.
Vector: Hey Sonic, what are you doing here?
Shadow: Oh, what do you think? Trying to save princess peach?
Charmy: A princes? Where!?
Espio: Urgh...I suppose you three are here to here to help?
Sonic: You bet. Where do we start?
Vector: They said that there need to be more garlands higher up the walls.
Shdows: garlands!?
Sonic: No problem! let's go guys.
Shadow: I hate you. I hate all of you.
After they got a lot of the garlands, Silver leviated upwards and hang them ne by one.
Shadow: I still hate you guys.
Sonic: Hey Shad, I heard that there's gonna be a dancing part. I think that you need a dance partner.
Shadow: It'snot going t be you.
Sonic: NO. Not ME. I'm talking about you and Rouge~
Shadow: Are trying to tick me off even more?
Sonic: No, but I think it'll make both of you happy.
Shadow: You're just as blind as Amy. I have nothing with Rouge.
Sonic: Oh really? Then why are you two always doing your secret mission together? Alone?
Shadow: You face is gonna get blue if you don't shut up.
Sonic: I'm just sayin.'
Meanwhile, Silver was still hanging up the garlands. He spotted Blaze with Amy and Cream. He heard the conversation between Sonic and Shadow, but he was lost in though while staring at Blaze. Un aware that he has going forward. Shadow and Sonic were standing next to a small lader. Thre was a bucket ontop filled with wallpaper glue. Without notice, Silver accidentally tipped over the bucket with his feet, causing the glue to fall on Shadow.
Sonic: Oh geez...
Silver: Uh oh...
Some people watched in surprise as Shadow looked furious as Silver.
Shadow: WHAT THE FRIG MAN!?
Silver: I'm sorry! I didn't see-
Shadow: DO YOU WANT YOUR HEAD TO BE COVERED IN BLOOD!?
Sonic: Shadow! Calm down! Breathe in and out! It was an accident!
Silver: YES, YES YES. It was an accident!
Shadow: GRRRRRRR...you're lucky this time...but when I come back...
Sonic: Let's just go to the restroom ok? We'll get that stuff out of your hair and forget this emberasing moment.
Silver watched the two walk away; feeling guilty for his mistake, he tried to do as if nothing happened. Blaze saw him approaching.
Blaze: What happened?
Silver: Just a dumb mistake. A bucket filled with wallpaper glue fell on Shadow because of me.
Cream: It's ok mister Silver, Everyone makes mistakes.
Silver: I know. But this was quite emberassing.
Amy: I'm sure it'll be fine. Sonic can always cheer that grumpy hedgehog up.
Blaze: Not sure if the ultimate can forgive that fast.
Silver: Heh...yeah...anyway, I see you guys are helping too.
Amy: Yes, it's a great oppertunity to prepare for a big party.
Cream: I heard that thre are many more important people are coming as well!
Amy: That's great!
Blaze: I sure hope the boys won't screw it up.
Silver: I'll make sure of that.
Amy: Oh! I forgot to ask if we can ask how our dress will look like!
Cream: Really?
Amy: Yes! But I also forgot to whom I had to ask. We'll be right back Blaze!
Cream: Bye!
Blaze: Hmpf. Typical girls stuff. I'm happy with the dress I get. Regardless.
Silver: Are we required to wear those fancy clothing?
Blaze: Especialy me. I'm royal remember?
Silver: Ofcourse. I bet you'll look even more beautifull with a fancy dress.
Blaze: ...
Silver: ...And I bet every girl on the party will as well.
Blaze: I take that as a compliment. So...what do you want to ask?
Silver: Huh?
Blaze: You didn't come here for a girl talk. And I suppose you're still not over that event that happened yesterday. So what's your question?
Silver: Oh..yeah...I uh...
Blaze: Yes?
Silver: I um...
Blaze: ....Yes?
Silver: * sigh * Blaze...would you like it if-
But before Silver could finish his sentence, suddenly Shadow grabbed his arm out of nowhere.
Shadow: There you are!
Silver: Ah! No! Let go! I swear it was an accident!
Shadow: SHUT UP. I'm not talking about that. ...Yet.
Silver: So what's up?
Sonic: Shadow got another message from G.U.N. They told us to check out a guy's hidden garage because they are positive he makes dangerous substances and chemicals in there to make money.
Silver: So why are you dragging me with you?
Shadow: Because I CAN.
Silver: What about-
Shadow: SHUT UP. Let's go.
Sonic: Can't you leave me and take HIM with you next time?
Blaze was left alone as the three hedgehogs took of. A few minutes later, they arrived at the house where the hidden garage was.
Sonic: Are you sure this is the right place?
Shadow: Positive.
Silver: I don't see anyhting suspicious. Thanks for dragging me here while I was having a conversation by the way.
Sonic: So...any clues, james bond?
Shadow: Don't be fooled.
Then, Shadow layed his hand on the wall, creating a small spark of chaos sphear. The spark created a square like path; and thus, a secret pathway appeared.
Shadow: Nothing is what it seems.
As they walked in, the door closed and a cold wind flew past their quils, bringing a eerie silence. Shadow had his gun by the hand and stayed sharp looking for any danger that might appear suddenly. The rest stayed close as they walked in. A few moments later they saw a room in the distance. Shadow warned them with ahand signal, letting them know to stay low and stealthy. Shadow stayed clse to the walls and used them as cover as they progressed. As he carefully peeked around the corner, he saw no threat. Just an big chaimber filled with thick, small tubes filled with strange chemical oil like substances. Some of them were brightly colored. Red, blue, green, yellow all sorts of colors.
Shadow: Area is safe. let's go guys.
Sonic: Wow...this almost looks like chemical plant. The only difference is that there's no platforming, or danger.
Shadow: Let's see what we have here.
Silver: Can we do this quickly? The guy making all this stuff could know we're here.
Shadow: I wouldn'r worry about an idiot coming in here facing three powerfull hedgehogs who can effortlessly defeat him.
Silver: ...Touché.
The three walked up, taking a closer look at the tubes.
Silver: There should be a way to open them.
Sonic looked next to him, staring at a red button that says: "Open all" He pushed it and all the lids of the tubes opened.
Sonic: Well that was easy. ...Ew...and it stinks.
Shadow: Let's just take a look.
As the two moved on, Silver stayed behind; walking slowly and staring at the opened tubes. The bowling chemicals filled the chaimbers' silence. Suddenly, Silver noticed one tube that was completely black. He stoppped and stared, watching the bubbles pop releasing heat. He was lost in thought while watching this strange substance. It felt...familiar somehow.
Sonic: Silver!
Silver: Huh?
Sonic: Have you found anything suspicious?
Silver: Uh, no. Nothing.
He looked back at the black tube, sighing softly while walking away. But then...he suddenly felt something grabbing his leg. He looked down and saw that the black substance grabbed him. It was a tongue like arm that held Silver. Seeing this, another arm grabbe dhis other leg, letting him fall on the ground. Then it dragged him towards the tube. Silver desperately tried to get away.
Silver: Guys!
Sonic: Huh!?
Silver: Help!
The two couldn't believe what they were seeing. But despite their surpris, they ran towards their friend grabbing his hands and try pulling him.
Silver: Help!
The substancetangled Silver more like arms of an octopus as they both struggled.
Sonic: What kind of chemical plant is this!?
Silver: Guys!!!
Suddenly, their grip became weaker and Silver got pulled in. Completely dragged under the surface. Sonic watched in sock.
Sonic: Silver! Oh no...Oh geez! Shadow, what do we do!?
Shadow: Pulling him out won't help! We have to break this thing!
Sonic: Leave it to me!
The two ran downstairs standing right infront of the tube.
Shadow: How exactly are you going to break this?
Sonic then ran to the end of the chaimber, looking directly at the tube.
Sonic: Don't worry Silver! I'm coming!
The blue hedgehog curled into a ball, building up speed, almost create a cloud of smoke behind him. When he launched, Shadow his his face behind his hands, protecting him from the impact. There was no explosion, just a loud bang noise as Sonic ran into the tube. Shadow looked at his friend as he watching him walking backwards all dizzy. Sonic almost looked drunk due to the impact. He used his head after all.
Sonic: That's it...NEXT time YOU spindash...
Shadow catched Sonic preventing him from falling. Suddenly they heard loud cracks coming from behind. The glass of the tube was breaking. At last, it created a hole, allowing the substance to come out. It acted like thick oil and steam was coming off as it slithered across the floor. Sonic rushed towards it but was stopped by Shadow.
Shadow: What are you doing!?
Sonic: Trying to look for our friend!? He must be here...in this...somewhere.
Shadow: But don't touch it! It would be poisonous!
But the their attention was drawn to the middle of the blackness where somtjhing seemed to emerge. They stared in silence as it grew bigger. It appeared to be Silver....and it was him. Looking with angry eyes at the two hedgehogs, surprised at what they were looking at.
Sonic: ...Silver! I'm glad you're ok!
Out of happyns, he hugged his friend covered in the substance.
Sonic: ....Eeewww...why is it stcking???
Shadow: Are you ok?
Silver: ....Yes. I am covered in a slimy, perhaps poisonous black chemical tar. ....HOW DO YOU THINK I'M DOING!?
Sonic: Calm down Silver. Look at the bright side. Now Shadow and you are even for getting covered in-
Silver: I DON'T CARE! Why does it have to be ME!?
Shadow: Would you two shut up!? We've got more impportant things on our mind. Now get up so we can arrest the idiot responsible for this mess.
Sonic: You're right...
Silver: Fine...
Using his telekenises, he whiped off the sticky tar-like substance off his body. Sonic and Shadow stared in uttuer shock at Silver. Confused by their reaction, Silver he shrugged.
Silver: ...What? What are you looking at?
Sonic: ...Uuh...Silver?
Silver: What?
Sonic: ...You're...black...
Silver: ...What are you- ...WHAT IS!?
Sonic: Silver!
Silver: Ah...I'M...I'M BLACK!?
Shadow: Oohh, how shocking~ It's such a crime to be BLACK.
Sonic: It's not like that Shadow!
Silver: Do even REALIZE what's going on here!? That freacky substance changed my color!
Shadow: This substance is probably very sticky which makes it LOOK like you've turned black. You two go back home. I'll personally take care of the criminal.
Silver: Urgh...
Sonic: Don't worry Silver. Take a shower when we're back home.
While Sonic and Silver headed home, Shadow broke into the criminals' house by kicking the door. It fell in a dark room where a guy sat infront of his computer. The guy stood up looking at his downed door in surprise. "What the frig!? Who's there!?"
Shadow: Shadow the hedgehog and you're under arrest.
The man was still young. About 23 years old and had a cool look. He was relaxed and pretended as if he was innocent. "Arest? For what dude?"
Shadow: You know that damn wellfor having a secret chaimber underneath your house.
Guy: Well what's so special about it man?
Shadow: I don't hav time for some idiot like you. You're coming with me.
The boy turned away with both hands in the air, showing he surrenders. But Shadow didn't see that evil grin on the boy's face. "Ok, ok you got me. But before that..." Then, the aimed a gun at Shadow out of nowhere. "let's see how fast you- ...huh?" Shadow was nowhere to be seen. But not for long. The hedgehog stood behind hm, and shortly squeezed the weakpoint of his shoulder perelazing the guy.
Shadow: Yeah. Whatever.
Without worry, he called G.U.N to come over and arrest the criminal. Back home, Silver headed for the shower while Sonic was taking a rest.
Sonic: Man what a morning. I'm already tired.
Meanwhile, Silver got in th shower and grabbed a special champo. A hero must be clean and good looking. After he turned on the shower, he spilled a lot of the shampo on the brush and began cleaning his arm. ...But shockingly, the substance didn't come off. Silver got scared and brushed harder and faster; it was no use. Nothing came off. The water flowing from his body didn't become black. It didn't wash away anything. He dropped the brush and whimpered.
Silver: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Sonic heard Silver's screaming andrushd upstairs.
Sonic: Whatá wrong!?
Silver: It's not coming off!
Sonic: What!?
Silver: It's not coming off! It's sticking!
Sonic: Why!?
Silver: I DON'T KNOW!
Sonic: What is this!?
Silver: IT'S NOT COMING OFF!
Shadow: What isn't coming off?
The two saw Shadow standing behind them. They paused and stared.
Sonic: Shadow, I think this is MORE than just a freacky substance!
Shadow: What?
Silver: IT'S NOT COMING OFF!
Shadow: I KNOW I'VE HEARD IT! Calm down already.
Silver: How can I calm down!? This much worse than losing an arm or a leg!
Sonic: Seriously?
Shadow: Ok, don't panic. If this substance is kind of reaction like glue, then we can also find an antidote.
Silver: I suppose the guy who's behind all this knows how to make one?
Sonic: I don't think a criminal would do that for someone who just entered his secret garage without permission.
Shadow: I think your friend Tails. He has the right equipment.
Sonic: You can read my mind Shad.
Tails, best friend of Sonic owned a lab where he could work on his creations and new machienes. Every week he build something new; so there had to be something take away this creepy tar like substance. When they arrived, Silver got ver impatient.
Sonic: Hey Tails!
Tails: Hey Sonic! Howw are you?
Sonic: Well, you can better ask this guy who really needs a quick scan.
Tails saw what had become of Silver, standing behind this friends. Tails couldn't believe what he saw.
Tails: Woah- what...Silver? What happened?
Silver: Less talking more explaining! I need you to solve this!
Sonic: Calm down dude.
Tails: Uh, what exactly do you want me to do?
Shadow: You don't happen to have a huge body scanner?
Tails: Well, actually yes! I got a message from the people of the transport to ask me if I can make a body scanner for many airports. This one happens to have a special scanner that even detact dangerous toxicens inside transportation.
Sonic: Since when did criminals get into science?
Tails: No idea. Ayway, step in Silver.
Silver: Alright.
Tails: ...Is anyone gonna tell me why he is black?
Shadow: It seems that he can change his color genes whenever he wants to.
Sonic: Shadow. Don't listen to him. We were investigating a hidden garage filled with chemical substances where he got pulled into a black tar-like substance.
Tails: I see. Sanning now.
As the machiene scanned Silver's body, They watched the monitors' screen; gving them information while scanning.
Sonic: Is it done yet?
Tails: Almost.
The three waited eager to know what the results are.
Tails: Got it. Hmm...from what I'm reading here, this substance is not poisinous.
Sonic: Ha! Ya hear that Shadow? Not poisinous. So no reason to freak out.
Shadow: Hmpf.
Tails: But... the reason why Silver's turned black, is because it has become one with his color genes!
Silver: WHAT!?
Sonic: Say what???
Tails: I'm not joking!
Shadow: Well...now what?
Silver: ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? I'm having a bad time as it is and now...THIS HAPPENS! Best week ever!
Sonic: Silver! Please, calm do-
Silver: No! I won't calm down! Your friend here better come up with an antidote fast!
Tails: Don't worry Silver, I will get it done soon!
Shadow: Didn't know you hated the color black so much.
Silver: What's the point of calling be 'Silver' when my color is the oposite!?
Sonic: OK! We all know the situation! Now we go home, relax and tell everyone what happened so that we won't have to explain it over and over again.
Silver: Fine.
Sonic: Thanks Tails.
Tails: No problem.
As they haded home, Silver said nothing; frustrated by the fact that his color changed all the sudden. When they arrived at home, he headed upstairs towards his room, sitting on his bed trying to deal with the situation. His grumpy attitude kept him silent until the eveneing. As the sky was filled with dark clouds and the crumbling sounds of thunder were heard in the distance, he sighed and looked at the book, laying on his nightstand. He decided to read the first chapters until he faced the blank pages again. After he finished all zeven chapters, he decided to take a look again at the blank pages. Even though it made no sense. But when he looked at the last page, he noticed that the black spot...was gone. He stared in suprise. Where did it go? Confused by this, he quickly closed the book and puts it back on his nightstand. Turned off the light and tried to sleep. "...Do I still have the oppertunity?" He thought to himself, staring at the nightsky of his window.
END OF CHAPTER 1

DONE. FINALLY. Hope you enjoyed it.

Imma Monster

Sat, 05 May 2012 16:39:40 PDT

"--Eat you like a cannibal,
Spit you out like an animal."
--Imma Monster- BOTDF

Didn't realize 'till after I was done inking that the song actually says "chop, chop, chop you up." Also, pretend my anatomy doesn't completely suck.

Just messin' around with techniques and styles and such. I actually colored this with water-color-pencils but you can't really tell.

A while ago Dare figured out that he could do whatever the heck he wanted to Trevor (since Trev can't die) to satisfy his natural bloodlust ('cause Dare's a vampire) since we don't let him kill people anymore and he has to get his blood from blood banks now.

Emily: ...So Darius is the one dating Blake right?
Me: ...Yeah.
Emily: And he's creepy? Why is Blake dating him?
Me: 'Cause he's not creepy around Blake.

Creepy Darius and Uke Trevor (c)
Imma Monster lyrics (c) Blood On The Dance Floor (A horrible band but somehow addicting.)

The so happiness of Nirvana - COMIC

Sat, 13 Oct 2012 20:22:17 PDT

Oh gosh... Something to start some shit in the fandom.

My friend brought up a pretty good idea:
"Imagine if there was a picture out there of TRG and BOTDF at the same time..."

Challenge accepted. Here is the result.

I really couldn't fit ProtonJon or chuggaaconroy in there. I wanted to but I couldn't D: Sorry...Oh well, NCS needs some love too.

Okay, while listening to "Nirvana" by BOTDF ([link] The part should start at 1:15-1:30)
And each time it gets to that part I always like to scream "SO HAPPY!" when it gets to that part all because NCS started to do it. :I Damn you.

Anyway I really have no idea if TheRunawayGuys like Blood on the Dance Floor or even have any idea who they are...But who cares. I hope they see this and have a little laugh.

~

Art belongs to me

Dahvie, Jayy, and NCS belong to themselves.

The fans' band ::COMIC::

Tue, 07 Aug 2012 11:33:11 PDT

Dahvie said he doesnt give a fuck if people pick on him...But if you mess with the fans he means business!

BOTDF is the fans' band! <3

Art belongs to me
Dahvie and that hating/trolling turdburger belong to themselves

It's time to dance.

Tue, 30 Oct 2007 17:58:30 PDT

Happpy Halloween peoples!!!

for my first halloween on DA i did a pic.
she's creepy isn't she?

well i hope your like and yes this is another picture inspired by a song.

it's called 'Time to dance'by Panic at the Disco.
i think it suits this pic perfectly.

i will doing a lot more pics inspired by songs just to let you know so....

comment please!

Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor

Just for the attention.

Cause that's just ridiculously on.

Well, she sure is gonna get it

Here's the setting

Fashion magazines line the walls now

The walls line the bullet holes

Have some composure

Where is your posture?

Oh, no, no

You're pulling the trigger

Pulling the trigger

All wrong

[x2]

Give me envy, give me malice, give me a-a-attention

Give me envy, give me malice, baby, give me a break!

When I say "Shotgun", you say "Wedding"

"Shotgun", "Wedding", "Shotgun", "Wedding"

She didn't choose this role

But she'll play it and make it sincere

So you cry, you cry

(Give me a break)

But they believe it from the tears

And the teeth right down to the blood

At her feet

Boys will be boys

Hiding in estrogen and wearing Aubergine dreams

(Give me a break)

Have some composure

Where is your posture?

Oh, no, no

You're pulling the trigger

Pulling the trigger

All wrong

[x2]

Come on this is screaming "Photo op." op...

Come on

Come on

This is screaming

This is screaming

This is screaming "Photo op."

Boys will be boys, baby

Boys will be boys

Boys will be boys, baby

Boys will be boys

Give me envy, give me malice, give me a-a-attention

Give me envy, give me malice, baby, give me a break!

When I say "Shotgun", you say "Wedding"

"Shotgun", "Wedding", "Shotgun", "Wedding"

Boys will be boys

Hiding in estrogen and boys will be boys

Boys will be boys

Hiding in estrogen and wearing Aubergine dreams

pic(c)baings
time to dance(c)panic at the disco.

.:FC:. Satoshi 'Torment' WIPPP

Sat, 11 Sep 2010 21:09:47 PDT

I'm redoing bios as most of you guys know already~~ I revamped Satoshi a bit~~ I love his mad rad hawt harrr >w> It's waayyy better than before~~ WIPPPP~~

I LURRRRVEEEE HIS DESIGN

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Satoshi, known to his friends as Torment, is a artist....annnndd.....i'll finish this later XDD

Working on his Bio~~

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Name : Satoshi "Torment" (pronounced Saw-toe-she)
Nickname : Mistah Tease
Age : 24
Sex : Male
Species : Rabbit
Height : 5'7"
B-Day : October 3
Nationality : Asian-American [Japanese]
Parents : Unknown
Girl/Boyfriend; Crushes : Bryan; Bryan, Blit, Slasher
Sexuality : Bisexual, Prefers Men
Best Friends : Slasher, Stone, Psycho, Jace, Thrash
Other Relatives : Unknown
Theme Song : Lose Control by Blood on the Dance Floor [link]
Likes : Tattoo Artwork, Fighting, Clothes, Partying, Video Games, Sweets, Styling his hair
Dislikes : Being Denied, Clingy/Obsessive People, Tart things.
Fears : Losing his hair >w>
Enemies/Rivals : Angel, Anarch, Snatch
Powers : Can copy/absorb powers from another person and use for a short period of time.
Fighting Technique : Beatum down to the ground!
Groups : Owner of Club R!0t
Weakness :
Alliance : Bad/Evil, Can be Neutral
Status : Living
Occupation : Professional Tattoo Artist, Owner/Bartender of Club R!0t

Satoshi belongs to ~