20000 HITS!!!!

I decided to take some inspiration from a source I don't usually take from(the game, not the genre). If no one gets the reference, play a little Mortal Kombat and try to figure it out!

As you can tell, it's a bit more of a scene from my preference and everything like that! So, here's to 40000 then?!

Asuka Figma
Mari Figma
Rikku Kachima pic

Fanfic: Rikku

The ropes held too tight that any sort of movement from her causes strain on any part of her body that is exposed. With her attire being the way it is and the rope work of her bondage, Rikku is bound to feel the coarse material in every flinch of a muscle. To stop moving altogether would probably be prudent if she wanted to avoid the rope burns and such, however her freedom is far more important than the discomfort she is going through. She isn’t entirely sure what is in store for her but she doesn’t have any plans on finding out so just like she has been doing for however long, Rikku struggles uncomfortably; she fights her hardest against the bonds that are keeping her in this taut and grueling hog tie, kept in a solitary tent away from the rest of the group that had capture her. All she can surmise is that her captives are indeed Al Bhed like her; again their purpose are unknown but it could be for a myriad of reasons; all she knows is that having helped with Yuna’s pilgrimage, she lost a lot of the rapport she used to have with her people.

"…Nnhfhmhfhfuuhmmnhfch…. N'm gunhng fhu mnnnnh Bmufuuhm…. fum …. nufh buuhnhng un fhnhmuh….!!!"

She redundantly screamed through her gag in regards to her brother’s lack of punctuality. In her mind, he is partial to blame for her current situation right now; though the majority of it she knows could be on her for lacking the ability to truly deter this situation. Groaning through her own scarf that is now being used as a means to impede her speech, Rikku lays her head on the ground for a moment as if to gather her senses and come up with some sort of plan or merely regain some of her bearings since she has been struggling fervently and with very little to show for it. Cast aside the few rope burns and the more than usual disheveled hair, and the fact that her skirt is riding up higher thanks to her constant struggling, Rikku would call the last few time alone rather unproductive. What was supposed to be a normal and easy day turned out to be quite the distress for the Al Bhed. Helpless and oblivious to what lies ahead of her, Rikku can only hope that someone… that Yuna can somehow know of her plight... with that knowledge, the road of her freedom would hopefully be hers sooner rather than later.

"Uunnuuh….” She speaks her cousin’s name as her body is staring to feel the encumbering feeling of fatigue. “ Fnumhfh…. fnhnn … muh…"

With that, Rikku closes her eyes and can feel sleep calling her. As the darkenss starts to engulf her, the Al Bhed starts remembering the day in one coherent set. The what ifs and the could’ves echo heavily in her thoughts as if to hound her as finally she finds herself lost in dream world.

The Rival Prologue

I've been a bit more into fanfic writing that adheres to a certain genre. I have a few already in my deviant art page and sometimes writing fanfics is the only thing to keep me occupied. More to come and I'll probably just put up fragments of things here and the full ones on the DA account.

And of course the D.I.D. art is by Kachima!