Y/n, Trying To Get Through Scourge: Violence Isnt The Answer.

y/n, trying to get through scourge: violence isn’t the answer.

scourge: you’re right.

y/n: [sighs in relief]

scourge: violence is the question.

y/n: wait, what?

scourge, bolting away: and the answer is yes.

y/n, running after him: no- scourge!

does y/n fix him or let him be terrible

CONGRATS ON 200+ FOLLOWERS 🎉

THANK YUO SO MUCH AHH🩵

Scourge, weeping: Stop it! Stop giving me morals!

Y/N: Killing people is usually bad

Scourge: NOOOOOOOO

Scourge live reaction:

scourge, trying to ask y/n out: would you like to stay for dinner?

battletrap: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?

nightbird, to battletrap: say it louder i don’t think y/n heard you.

battletrap, even louder: WOULD YOU LIKE TO- [gets smacked by scourge]

nightbird: [dying of laughter]

dude nightbird and battletrap.. definitely chaotic. I wanna write for them so bad but I don't want to write them OOC (despite watching the movie twice)

Displeasures of the Flesh

Chapter 11

With that, the door scraped shut.

The man’s breathing evened the second he heard the door slam. You watched him contort himself, his back bent uncomfortably, into a position where he could get a better look at your little room. He had a shock of pitch black hair, cropped short save for various stray cowlicks that spiked upward in several locations. His skin was pale and scarred, specifically where his face met his skull. There were scratch marks, self inflicted. It looked as though he had attempted to peel his face off.

When he turned to you, red eyes glowing, he grinned. Impossibly sharp canines glinted in the low light and fear made your heart pound wildly inside your ribs.

You knew that look.

He said something in a language you couldn’t understand. A low snarl that sounded like he was gargling nails. Glee glinted in his eyes, his pupils dilated so wide, they looked black. Fuck. You knew that look. It was the same one Kaon had in that old shack and the same look he had when he tore into those soldiers.

You were about to be murdered, and not by the man you wanted.

Y/N: NO

Scourge, legimately pausing for a second: shit <- realized he's gotten attached

Then he turns around, points the gun at his fellow cons, they both demand why, he just motions to Y/N and then Nightbird and Battlerap look at eachother, nod, and just yell at the lady at the console to "hurry it up" and BAM they start to kill Unicorns helpers

I figure it'd make for a cool scene if we could see Scourge fight for control over his own body though like, listen

The light in him flickers bright and true, like a flame of a great pyre that'd be sure to burn till the days end, the weight of his internal battle forces him to the ground as he lets out a horrific screech, one that nearly deafens everyone around him. The metal of his chest glows in an orange hue, as if melting iron in a furnace, chains of electricity bending and twisting as he struggles for control over his own body, forcing every single drop of Unicorns filth out of his spark, something dark, something... angry spilling from the chamber that held his very being. It could not talk, it could not move, it could simply exist, yet it made them feel little but disgust and fear. Something about the bright orange, flicking right put a sense of doom into them, as if something was chasing them, hunting them, like a predator preparing to strike just as the hunter turns their back. Something was in that flickring flame. Something that wanted them dead, dead, dead, dead.

But, he could sense it too. He sensed the fear, the panic the terror, something so deep he'd never felt it before, not from them, not even when he'd taken them. This, this was something else entirely. Even after being abducted by something so much larger, they hadn't felt fear like this before, and he never wanted them to feel it ever again.

Now he burned brightly, a gentle hue of red eminating from his chest, something gentler, yet somehow just as violent.

"Taint me no longer"

How he could grap that vile thing, they weren't sure of, but nonetheless the feeling left with the flick of his wrist, sending the orange light back to it's owner.

"Close it"

He was like a man on a mission, by all means he should be the predator, the jaguar that sinks it's teeth into the unsuspecting ant eater, yet they felt not fear as he reached them, felt nothing but relief when he reached to take them in his hands, filled with joy when he transformed into a car, speeding away from the portal as fast as he could.

In short, human cute, he fucking spits Unicorn out of him, life happy

I'll make this longer but uhhh. Sneak peak

🦂

OMG WHATTT, this is so well written you don’t even know…we love emotional and morally conflicted(?) scourge tbh