"Draw out all my Ss? Yeah, nah, you've been watching too many movies. But that's SSssssSSSSort of why you're here, isSSsssn't it?"
You shiver. She winks, flicking her tongue.
"C'mon, don't be shy," she murmurs, with a sly smirk. "A whole lotta people had... awakenings after a few rewatches of The Jungle Book. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
Her body is all one long muscle, and it seems to flow past you. "Unless you want it to be." Another chuckle.
You let out a whoop of triumph as your greatsword cleaves through the final malebranche, and the two halves of its body dissolve into ash and embers as it discorporates.
The room is finally quiet. Around you lies what little remains of the devils, after you banished them back to the hellish realm from whence they came.
Not bad for an adventurer with no backup... but you didn't need those wastrels anyway! They were just burdens and distractions.
Nov 8, 2020 • 49 tweets • 9 min read
CW: hypnosis, The Korps, gender dysphoria, #HypNovember Prompt: "Visor"
Look, I'm not a thief, okay? Like ACAB, fuck the police and all that good shit, but people's personal possessions are sacred and I wouldn't fuck with them.
Usually. This was an exception.
So the Orange Stain got the boot, and there was that big block party up at city hall, and of course the Korps were all over it. Like all their big supers came out, like Minion was there, Audrey Simmonds was there, that cheetah who used to be with Aurora, she was there.
