#i really want to see cinis and xhighbeams do like all of these aus tbh #i love the two of them so much


        being trapped in stasis was, quite possibly the worst feeling in the world. One minute, he’d been swinging his arm down hard in a powerful arc, and the next, he was in the air, suspended, floating, like time had slowed to a complete stop even though his mind was still working in overdrive. Shit. Shit. Those few seconds were pure torture, and then — and then, there was a burst of pain in his stomach, and Delsin gasped loudly, sputtering a few coughs and struggling to catch his breath; truth be told, his chest was still tight from having hit the roof so hard before.

        His fingers barely managed to catch the edge of the roof. No longer trapped, he managed to pull himself up onto the edge, balancing precariously, but it was no use. He didn’t see the honing missiles until it was too late, and after four of them made direct contact, Delsin was flung from the roof, descending rapidly to the hard concrete below. He landed directly on his back. He could feel his fast healing trying to rejuvenate his body, but it was like he was just hurt enough that his body couldn’t quite recover. Slowly, so slowly, he rolled onto his knees and struggled to his feet. Delsin limped as quickly as his body would allow to the nearby street corner.

        There was a bus stop there, a television screen built into one wall. For a long moment, he just stared at it. The last thing he wanted to do was give away the fact that not only had he met Eugene, but that he’d leeched Eugene’s power. But she was too fast; he needed something that would at least help him keep up, something that could slow her down, impede her, and video was the only sure-fire way. Delsin closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and prayed briefly that this wouldn’t fall back on his new friend.

        And then, he drained the video from the television screen.


        The smoke stopped pulsing futilely around his body, and strength returned full-force, blue pixels glowing around his forearms. “That’s more like it,” he muttered to himself, and without hesitation, Delsin turned and ran at top speed to the building the D.U.P. agent was on top of (or so he assumed). Blue wings appeared on his back, and they carried him right up the side of the building. As he appeared over the top of the roof, gravity pulling him back down toward earth, he aimed his arm and watched as a green spot of pixels locked onto her chest — and then, he fired, three enormous swords made of blue pixels heading straight toward her.

        The playing field finally felt even.

     [ She eased on him only slightly. He would be of no use to her dead, and as his body flailed over the edge of the roof she suppressed a satisfied smirk. There was no reason for her to broadcast her joy, her enthusiasm for the fight at hand. Augustine had chided her time and again for showcasing her emotions, rather than riding them out for what they were worth. She moved to the edge of the roof, the hum of neon quieting as she watched him, unconcerned but dutifully observant. Her eyes darted from him, to the bus stop, and in the fraction of a moment it took for him to reach for the screen, to suck down pixels in flutters of blue light, her heart stopped.

     She knew that power. She knew it all too well. Unmistakably it was Eugene’s. Part of her hesitated and that, ultimately, contributed to her temporary undoing. By the time she moved to press a hand to her ear her opponent, with new strength, had zipped up to the roof. The honing dot on her chest spurred her to move but those large swords were fast, and she was too pre-occupied with trying to send out a transmission. One seared through her shoulder, pixels bursting over her armor and tearing off the bright yellow pad there. The others hit the roof around her and she stumbled, rolled, but got back to her feet, rotating out her arm and frowning ever so slightly. Miss Walker knew from the sudden silence in her ear that the blast had knocked her headset out, and now was not the time to go searching for it.

     Instead, she started the chase. Not hunting him down, but heading off in her own direction. The Crocodile was a big enough power source, and a good place to get her full bearings. What pain lingered with the memories of that building now faded, now it was just another place, unremarkable. In a flourish of light and color she peeled off over the rooftops, not before firing off another group of missiles his way. If she could delay him, keep him interested in the fight, then this would go smoother. Right now she needed to communicate that Delsin Rowe knew the location of their escapee, that Mister Sims was still in the city — and that Rowe had somehow taken on his abilities. Her feet skidded over rooftops as she cleared busy streets in flickers of light, leaving a clear trail behind as she darted up the side of the neon-infested building.

     She turned, looked for a satellite dish, anything for her to bounce a signal off of, but her opponent’s new speed gave her little time, and fewer options. It didn’t take as long as she’d hoped for him to catch up. With an internal grimace, she shattered the skylight and fell, willingly, onto the ruined stage below, taking him down with her.

                       Now, they had an arena.

     With a vibrant burst of light she distanced herself from him, drawing on one of the large signs and nearly smiling as the stinging in her shoulder numbed. She turned, and fired off a few precise shots while leaping towards higher ground. There weren’t many places for her to go, here, but it wasn’t the first time she’d been here, either. It was a vaguely familiar colosseum, and she was going to make herself at home. ]


halloween AUs

  • Deep conversations and wow i wonder what you look like under that scary mask AU
  • Everyone thinks we came to this party as a couple because our costumes match what’s your name AU
  • Babe i know it’s halloween but we have to take my little brother/sister trick or treating before we can go out AU
  • Working together in a haunted house AU
  • You’re dressed as a sexy cop and oh god please arrest me AU
  • FUCK! YOU SCARED ME i’m so gonna get you back for that AU
  • Carving pumpkins AU
  • Working at a halloween store together wow try on his costume for me?? AU
  • Dare you to walk through this haunted cemetery with me AU
  • Ouija board thinks we should fuck AU
  • Aren’t you a little old to be trick or treating?? AU
  • This haunted house is terrifying please hold me AU

hALowlween auS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



❝ Honestly I don’t know. Looks—-uh—like this. 

He pulls out his cell phone & fingers through his
pictures. Reggie finds a photo of the cat relatively
quickly & holds it out for her to see.

     [ The Conduit contains a gasp, cupping his
       phone in one hand as he holds it out. Her
       eyes go wide for an instant before she
       withdraws her fingers, biting the inside of
       her cheek. ]

                           “It’s uh — that’s it, yeah.
                              What’re you —— y’know,
                                 gonna do with it?”

   ♫ ♈: An argument/topic that you could debate all day (it wont show up weeps)
♫ | An argument that you're sick of hearing

people who try and excuse whitewashing because of convenience (ie, using a white fc for a poc character because there are more icons of said white fc) it just makes me sad. and angry.

♈ | An argument/topic that you could debate all day

the idea that fetch has a lenience to good karma, and eugene as a lenience to bad karma. based solely on their backstories one would assume the opposite would be true but that’s obviously not the case. just how the both of them go against the stereotypes of their respective aesthetics gives me life yes good

   ❢ ♘ ☎
❢ | Your favourite icon of your muse's FC


♘ | Your favourite icon of your Mun FC


lol i don’t have a mun fc orz

☎ | A picture of yourself

this is dangerous territory friend

   ☮ ✿ ❂
☮ | Something you're confident about with your writing

i’m most confident, i guess, in my ability to set a scene. i like writing descriptive language and talking about tiny details and just?? i don’t know. i want to make people feel uneasy when it’s proper, i want people to feel warm when i’m writing about home or hope or love.. i don’t know i just. express whatever i can.

✿ | Three of your favourite followers

just three??? ? ? ? orz cinisxcineris & sickeyes & texancreep & virtualsavior & glitchwings & so many more i’m gonna cry there are over 500 of you and you’re all so Important to me in my life i love each and every one of you but i will give a special shoutout to misledempress for being totally supportive since like my first month on here. you like so much of my stuff and i don’t want you to think it goes unnoticed ; o;

❂ | Three of your favourite blogs that you follow

i follow over twO HUNDRED BLOGS HOW AM I SUPPOSED  T O HDSHASJASK i’m not doing this no nope

   ➸ ✉ ☄
➸ | Something you like about your fandom

wheRE DO I START??? i’ve been to a lot of fandoms and a lot of them are toxic. but here in the infamous fandom i just?? felt really welcome and maybe that was because i had kels there whispering in my ear convincing me to make a separate blog for fetch but i’m just?? really happy here orz

✉ | Someone you're afraid to approach/unsure of approaching 

everyone and i’m not even trying to be funny here. i’m sort of this lump that sits at a desk and types for a while. i’m even afraid to approach kels sometimes. like. anxiety and just. everyone yeah.

☄ | A doubt you have about your writing

how much time do i have? i’m always terrified my prose is somehow purple or i’m just rambling and not making any sense and boring my partner. no matter how many people tell me that i’m good at what i do there is always, always that little voice in the back of my head telling me they’re just being nice and they’re lying. and tbh it makes me feel awful because it invalidates peoples’ opinions of me which just leads to more paranoia and worry and it just never ends. i do worry if i just ramble but i haven’t been scolded by anyone for purple prose or what have you so. there’s hope.

   ☣ ☠
☣ | A pet peeve about roleplaying 

i have very few things in life that irritate me; books not being stacked according to size/author, uneven spacing between pictures or figurines, but above all else? poor grammar, from native english speakers. i understand that not everyone was raised with english but for those that were if i can’t read what you write without cringing i am signing out of life goodbye

☠ | Something you dislike about your fandom 

ohhhh dear. uh. well. i’m.. awfully picky with ocs in the infamous fandom. there are.. a lot and a handful of them have illogical powers or don’t seem to understand how conduits work if that makes sense?? i’m not going to name names, obviously, but i’ve seen ocs with delsin’s power and i’ve seen ocs with a broad category as a power which allows for variety but makes them kind of overpowered which is obnoxious to deal with ic.

   ♔ ☀
♔ | A character (in general) that you'd like to interact with

brent, brent, brent, did i mention brent? one that will actually stick around and stick to the canon is that too much to ask? also sailor moon bc that was fetch’s fave anime and her meeting usagi would trip her out tbh

☀ | Another Mun that you really admire/respect 

kels you’re gonna murder me but you. you’re just?? this force of good intentions and you put up with me when i know i would have walked away months ago but you’re just ??? really great.