#been offline for a few days and DAMN

[cosmocove]

i love making things poorly its so important for the creative spirit that you learn to love being an amateur

#bonk.txt #got possessed n started making a rambling video on a thing i like rn #n its like an hour n 25 minutes long atm n my god its been an experience doing so #i recorded talking all in like one day n pre editing it was like a total of 4(?) hours of audio (recorded two takes for both halves of it) #and im only using the second takes in it cause i was getting more comfortable speaking in them n wont get an opportunity to rerecord for #like maybe a few months? so im working with what i got i also didnt like rerecord a part when doing the second take cause i decided it #didnt fit the vibe i was going for n that part was like 35 minutes long also circling back to the one day thing i learned why u shouldn't do #that lol my voice was strained after that not like significantly n its better now but damn you should definitely not talk for like #collectively four hours in a single sitting #i dont even know if i will upload it once i finish it im mostly doing this cause i want to n im having a lot of fun with the learning proces #i wont be able to properly work on it for a while cause ive got family visiting soon n i prefer to keep my online n offline life seperate #and also keep my hobbies mostly to myself cause im frequently told i should monetize my hobbies n i have no interest in ever doing so #its just been a lot of fun to do this n embracing that i have no clue what the hell im doing n that it wont be the best but it will exist 👍

[heartfullofleeches]

Creep Loser Darling who finds an old adult film at a garage sale and the equipment to play it on. Ignoring the odd looks from fellow patrons - and the warnings from the home owner, the creep packs up their surprisingly cheap purchase and head on back home to hook it up - only to find the tits they were hoping to see attached to the ghost woman crawling out of their screen. Sure she may have a few extra rows of teeth and all that hair hiding god knows what - but for this creep that just makes all the more exciting. As the groaning specter makes her way up their leg - pants still around their ankles, loser darling straight up kisses her to make sure they aren't hallucinating- and because it's probably the only chance they'll ever get with a real woman. Dying wasn't really on their agenda that night - but they'd die happily given this once in a lifetime chance. Lucky for them - they witness two feats that day as their new ghostly lover blushes from their touch.

"...so worth those twenty bucks."

Creep Loser is living their best life with their new wife - concerning cold towards the strange occurrences around them. A friend in their very small group of companions goes missing after a video call and darling couldn't care less so long as they have their wife's abnormally long tongue to make them feel better

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Friend: Y/n - I wish nothing but your happiness, but Noah hadn't been offline for three weeks. Maybe you wanna find someone that's a little more - not a bloodthirsty banshee?

Reader, face deep in ghost titty: Yea, damn, that really sucks - on the other side do you see where I'm laying right now?? Can't make an omelet without cracking a few eggs

Friend: Hunter was found with his head - crushed

Reader: I said what I said.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere blurb #yandere teratophilia #yandere idea

[nicromancytarot]

BEHIND THE CURTAINS OF KNOWING YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE

No one asked for this, but I wanted to see if anyone else has these issues and if so I wanted to let you know that you’re not alone! So hello and welcome to my beautiful literature podcast on things I’ve experienced since knowing who my future spouse is!

For a little context, my future spouse (based on right now and if things go to plan lmao) is an influencer, but they won’t be an influencer by the time we meet, I’ve known about this connection between us for a year now.

I don’t hate the fact that they’re going to be out of influencing by the time we are together, however I don’t like that they’re gonna leave me for hours a day, like what do you mean you have to actually go out and go to work while I’m sad and alone at home?

I personally feel as though it’s one of the most isolating experiences, I feel like I need to be loyal to them although they’re probably not being loyal to me. I feel weird thinking about other people, and I’ve rejected an amount of love offers since, I was in a situationship recently that I ended since I knew that me and this dude would only date to date, and not date to marry. I don’t think I ever want to subject someone to dating me while I know that I’m going to end up with someone else, like I can give times, names, dates, it’s insane. My friends don’t understand it as they think it’s stupid to devote myself to someone who I may not even end up with based on timing (I will, or I’ll die) however I feel I know that I want to end up with this person, so why would I want to ruin that?

Dating and marrying this person links heavily into my career decisions, I’m working on going into the music industry, it’s so stagnant as I don’t know where to go after writing music, like how do I produce this shit??? So if we don’t end up together, it means I haven’t made it in the industry as I hoped I would.

Even when they do stupid stuff online that I don’t agree with, I feel like I need to be there to support them, like they’ve been semi cancelled a few times in the last 2 years and I’ve stepped back, moved onto something else but then been like “oh damn, my monkeys, my circus 😔” WHICH IS SO???? It’s certainly frustrating, that’s the best way to explain it.

Luckily for me, this bro is lonely, ain’t got no one to share a bed with, waiting for me fr fr lmaooo. But I hate seeing people say stuff about them like “I ship them with X” or saying something inherently out of pocket about them, although I’ll never voice it, it makes me feel so territorial, and I don’t even have the right to do that right now!!

Again back with the influencing stuff, they have a persona, I feel worried because what if I’m only into the person they perform as for their audience, and not their authentic self? And what if they end up feeling the same?? I mean Im assuming not since we’re gonna get married, but still brotherrrr.

Watching their downfall sucks, I feel privileged to be able to check up on this person every now and then since they’re public, but based on our connection and the next 2 years, their career is only taking a downwards turn until they change their profession, and then by then they might hop offline forever and I’ll die until we meet! (I’m very dramatic)

Constantly doubting myself and looking for more confirmation, someone could slap it into my face and I’d still question the authenticity until we are married with 5 kids, 3 cats and a dog (I don’t want 5 kids actually, that was a lie)

I like watching edits of them on TikTok, that’s a pro.

Thank you for entertaining my 3am thoughts!!

#tarot #tarotblr #tarotcommunity #divination #spirituality #future spouse #tarot witch #future #spiritual awakening

[ohtobeleah]

Okay thinking of Sixth Sense reader just look Jake straight in the eyes and pulling out her hearing aids and Jake just instantly switches to sign language so she can't even rub from him when they are disagreeing and everyone is losing their shit over it

Jake doesn’t tell anyone he’s learning sign either. The only reason and I mean the only reason he starts learning more than a few signs that he picked up from you and Mickey is so he can’t ever lose in an argument with you.

He absolutely hates when you just go offline. So he gets a teacher and he learns how to sign and one day, the two of you are arguing across the bar. He’s just in a mood and you’re feet hurt because you’ve been on them all day and Mickeys child is using your bladder as a baseball bat and who the fuck does Hangman think he is arguing with a pregnant person?

So—you just look him dead in the damn eyes and switch off. It’s music to your fucking ears, the quiet. You shrug and pretend you can’t hear him, because well, you can’t. But then Jake signs back to you.

“Put your fucking aid back in before I cram it up your ass Garcia! I wasn’t finished.”

And the shock is enough to render you speechless. Jake Seresin can sign and he can sign well.

“You can sign?” It’s the shock on your face that tells Jake it means an awful lot to you. “Since when?”

“I’ve been learning since the first time you went offline.”

*****

Sixth Sense

#whumptober masterlist #sixth sense // mickey garcia

[yanfeisty]

I was seeing the memes you posted (and laughing like crazy 🙊) and I see this one of the reader not conecting for one day and all Tevyat end in caos, so i think to request for headcanons for the reader not entering in the game because they were busy (maybe whit school stuff), how the cult will take that?

Genshin Impact sagau | Logging off for a while

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : Genshin x Creator!Reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : You've been offline for a long time now, Teyvat is now without it's Creator.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : Religious themes.

𝐀/𝐍 : First, I'm glad that I made you laughed, and you liked my memes. And, I did some calculation if you're off for a week, there's a year and a few months that pass in Teyvat, I was like damn and I wanted to say it to just make you know, it really gonna be a mess.

Masterlist

. For those who are self aware, which means your acolytes, they knew the time didn't pass the same where you were, and in their world the days felt extremely short. So, while they had to wait a long time, they couldn't do anything even if some were impatient, they couldn't except for you to be with them all the time.

. You were pretty regular, and they generally knew when you would comeback, so they waited, and waited, after a few weeks, months, until it started to become worrying. It was likely you were just busy, but they couldn't help but to think of others possibilities, did you lost your password? You would have redone it. Was there a hacker? They would have sense it. Did you lost interest? No, no, you couldn't, not as their Creator. Were you kidnapped? It would be the worse situation, as they couldn't do anything.

. Everyone in Teyvat knew that you were sometimes using vessels, but not everyone gained the lucidity of their world, they didn't know you were somewhere else, that you were just a presence roaming around before fully returning. So, when you weren't there anymore, a panic mass was created, The Creator left us again was the headline of The Steambird and on everyone's minds.

. They started to blame themselves to maybe not welcoming you the way you wanted, or they had committed sins which caused you to leave. Even worse, with all things that happened with the Fatuis and monsters, some predicted the end of the world. Others thought that just like Rex Lapis, you may had been assassinated, causing the religious people in Teyvat to demand for a hunt.

. Leaders of nations tried to calm down the crowd, like the Qixing and Knights of Favonius, they couldn't talk about the fact you were in another world, thinking that this one was just a game, so it was a difficult situation. They would sent other acolytes to reassuring people that they felt your presence in them was alright.

. They tried to come up with a solution, they thought of shattering the screen separating you from them, and enter your world, but it would be extremely hard, and there was plenty possibilities of what could turn wrong. Fortunately, they knew how to use the sending mails feature, promising offerings at your return and asking how are you with encouraging and comforting words, but they didn't want to spam or look suspicious, so they could only wait and hope it reached you.

. After some time, sadness would overcome them, they couldn't do more, just pray and wait. People like The Traveler, Childe, Kazuha and Albedo wanted to go back on adventure with you, alone wasn't an option or it didn't feel the same, like they were a soul roaming around without a purpose. Some like Qiqi, Xiao or Kaeya just missed your warmth, it felt like their visions were taken away, leaving only emptiness and pain.

. When you came back, they may had shown a bit too much emotions than they should, saying lines that weren't in their voice lines and using expressions they usually didn't use. They were glad you returned, there was nothing to worry, you were just busy. Now, they hoped, it wouldn't happen again soon, though they would be better prepared, and this event made them work even harder on the device to make you come in Teyvat, and you wouldn't have to worry anymore about what was happening in your world.

#sagau #self aware genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin creator au

[shingekinomyfeelings]

Okay, so. This has been occupying a lot of my thoughts recently, and while it feels like it should be "cringey" or whatever to confess this on a semi-public platform, I think I should just suck it up and admit that I've been feeling really lonely and socially disconnected.

I really just do not thrive without conversations and sharing silly events as they unfold, and bouncing ideas back and forth, and having a few people to chat with throughout the day - and, more embarrassingly, feeling like there are people, even just a few, who actively want to hear from me and have me around. Yuck, right? I don't know why it feels so gross to say it outright. I've always been the first to remind people that humans are hardwired to be a social species and that social feedback is naturally what informs our behaviors and our perceptions of ourselves. I'm awful at taking my own advice, though, so I figure I'll try actually doing so.

Now, at the time, I'm a bit cut off from seriously pursuing making friends in person, for an assortment of personal reasons I won't be getting into. I'm actively working on it, but in the meantime, my social life is distressingly limited to the internet.

But you know what? I used to be great at making friends online. It doesn't seem like I still am, though.

I won't lie, testing the waters by asking if my mutuals/followers find me unapproachable and the most popular answer being that people on here really have no idea who I am and have no particular opinion about me one way or another made me a lot sadder than I thought it would. Like, damn, am I overlooked as a result of an uninteresting personality, or an off-putting aura, or simply because I've come into the habit of keeping things about my offline life vague on here?

Talking about personal, real-life matters on here feels wildly inappropriate for some reason, and I'm not sure there's a workaround for that, because it seems like just part of tumblr culture.

I'm naturally super chatty in a comfortable setting, though, especially in a small group - but I'm not as good at approaching people as I used to be, and then, to paraphrase a quote from my own fanfic like a gigantic nerd, I end up feeling like I'm not approached by other people because I'm either entirely too much to contend with, or just not enough to be someone who seems worth engaging with.

Also, let's be real, I can't help feeling that being older than most of tumblr's user base inherently sets me out on the fringes.

I had meant to keep this a bit shorter, so let me get to the point:

I really do want more friends to interact with and share things with! Actually, you know what? 'Want' isn't strong enough. I really need more social connection.

I don't know how many of you reading this are also feeling lonely and wanting/needing to expand your human interactions, or even how many people will actually read this, but I'd like to put it out there that if you want to get to know me or form a powerful secret society with me and a band of others, I'd probably be thrilled to hear from you. You're more than welcome to reach out, even if your nerves only let you do it anonymously.

I know I've admitted that I'm not the best at maintaining one on one conversation with someone I've only just begun talking to, and that still holds true, but... eh, building genuine connections does take time, and I certainly have plenty of time.

So, this is a general invitation to those who might need or want one. Let's Friendship is Magic this shit up.

#I've waffled about posting something like this for a while now #and yes it does feel cringey and I will likely be tempted to delete it in a couple of hours #but I guess also no one will know you're lonely if you keep it a secret #right #personal stuff #kind of a request I guess? is it weird to frame it that way? #I'll be happy to hear from you

[ladykailitha]

Ser Stephan of Harring’s Town Part 6

Tag List cap is 20 (which there are still a few slots)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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Steve was having a shit day. He had spent the morning with a migraine and had to tell Dustin and Will to find another ride to the arcade. Which Dustin promptly made worse by his screaming.

He had finally gotten the brightness of the world to turn the fuck down so that he could actually see when he found out he was out of his contacts. Which meant glasses.

He went downstairs to make him some peppermint tea to ease his nausea and found that he was out of that, too. He opened the freezer and stuck his head inside hoping to find some kind of relief inside. But the cold only served to lance the pain further into his head and fog his glasses.

He sighed and closed the freezer door softly. Here in his parents’ house there was no middle ground. It was either dark or too bright for his eyes. He sighed. He knew there was a place that he could go that would be perfect. Low lighting, warm, comforting.

Steve lifted his glasses and pinched his nose. He really, really wanted to go. To be free of this hell that was his parents’ house. Fuck it. He dashed up to his bedroom and grabbed the sunglasses that were prescription. He down the stairs and out the door in flash, before he could talk himself out of going.

He needed comfort and he was going to go to his favorite source. He swapped his glasses and pulled out the drive, like hell itself was on his heels.

He pulled up to the trailer and cursed. The van wasn’t there, but the truck was.

Fuck.

He couldn’t drive back, the pain was too much, but he couldn’t sit out here in his car either. He was just going to have to brave the bear in his den.

Steve knocked on the door.

“Come in!” the gruff voice answered.

Steve let himself in and stopped at the sight in front of him. Wayne was at a chess board with a newspaper opened next to him and the board looked as though it was several moves in.

Wayne looked up and smiled. “Hey, Steve. Eddie went out but will be back in a bit if you wanted to wait.”

Steve nodded. He could already feel the stress of being in that house slip from his shoulders and the pain ebb with it. He walked up to the chess board and looked down at the pieces.

“What’s this then?” he asked.

“The newspaper prints an easy and a master chess board and you have to solve the next move,” Wayne explained. “I can usually solve with just the paper, but this was stumping me.”

Steve picked up the bishop and moved it.

Wayne looked down at the board and then back at the paper that held the answer.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” he whistled. “You know how to play, son?”

Steve shrugged. “It’s a war game. Something I am unfortunately well-versed in.”

Wayne grimaced. He had been ‘read in’ regarding the actual hell hole that was this shit town. People might call their home towns that, but only Hawkins was the real deal.

“Who taught you?” he asked before the silence stretched too long.

“My friend, Dustin,” Steve said, moving to sit on the other side of the board. “I think he was trying to teach me as a joke after the first time. Like ‘here’s a game about tactics you could do this!’ type deal. But I found that not only did I enjoy it, I’m really good at it.” He grinned. “He won’t play me anymore because I beat him every time.”

Wayne returned his grin. “Rack up, boy. Show me what you’ve got.”

When Eddie came home about an hour later he repeated Steve’s earlier move of coming to a complete standstill at the sight in front of him.

There was Steve Harrington bent over a chessboard with his uncle and judging from what little Eddie knew the game was actually holding his own against him.

“Steve!”

Steve looked up and smiled. Eddie felt pierced to the soul. Steve was wearing glasses and it was hot.

“Your boy is pretty good,” Wayne said. “We’re having a tie breaker game.”

Eddie’s brain went offline for the briefest moment. “Doth mine ear deceive me or doth my uncle just sayeth that he hath been defeated?”

“Once!” Wayne growled holding up a finger.

“And I think it’s going to be about twice,” Steve said with a grin. He moved his piece. “Check and mate.”

Eddie ran over to the board and stared down at it. Both Munson men looked over at Steve in shock.

Wayne held out his hand. “Good game, son. It’s been awhile since I’ve had anyone beat me.”

Steve shook it. “Same.”

“You are more than welcome to come by anytime and play a couple of rounds,” Wayne said.

Steve looked up at Eddie for permission. “You know you’re welcome here anytime, Stevie, and it’s his trailer, not mine. So if he says you can come by. You come by, you hear?”

Steve grinned. “It would be an honor, sir.”

Wayne smiled warmly. “Just Wayne will do.”

“So to what do I owe this visit, Stevie?” Eddie asked.

“Huh?” Steve asked and then snapped his fingers. “I came over because I had a migraine.”

Eddie boggled.

Wayne blinked at him, stunned. “You mean to tell me that you beat me twice with a migraine?”

Steve looked over at him and blushed. “Well, most of one, anyway.”

Wayne turned to Eddie. “I take it back. I didn’t win anything, if he had been pain free, I would have lost all three times.”

“I’m nearsighted, so it doesn’t really hurt to look at a chessboard,” Steve defended.

“Uh huh,” Wayne said warily. “You come over without that brain of yours trying to do you in and we’ll see how good a player you really are.”

“Yes, Wayne,” Steve said.

“Come on, Steve,” Eddie said, “you can lie on my head and rest that big brain of yours.”

Steve stood up and followed Eddie into the bedroom.

He laid down and curled up under the blankets.

“Is it pretty bad?” Eddie asked.

Steve shrugged. “It comes and goes in waves. Your uncle beat me fair.”

Eddie chuckled. “I’m sure he’ll appreciate that.” He began threading his fingers through Steve’s hair.

Steve hummed. “That feels good.”

Eddie smiled and began to massage Steve’s head.

“Is why I came here,” Steve mumbled. “Always felt comfortable here. Knew the pain would go away faster than at home.”

Eddie almost stopped what he was doing as his brain tried to fill in blanks that weren’t there. He continued to card his fingers through Steve’s silky locks. “So soft.”

Steve reached up and touched the bottom of Eddie’s curls. “I like your hair, too.”

Eddie smiled. “I like that you feel comfortable here.”

Steve let his hand drift down Eddie’s arm to rest on his knee. “I like you.”

Eddie opened his mouth to reply, but it was too late. Steve had fallen asleep.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to Steve’s temple. “I love you.”

Part 7

Tag List: @mightbeasleep @goblin-eddie @gregre369 @idea-less-author @xtkxkrzrizir @azure-and-gold @flanbott @garden-of-gay @tauntedperfume @marvelousforlife @itsfreakingbats

#My writing #stranger things #steddie #dnd #steve's hidden talents #ladykailtiha writes

[adamsfavoritesinner]

Hellooo this was requested by @svcdkzj i dont fully know if thats yer @ so im very sorry anyways this is fluff! Onto the storyy

You decided to surprise micah you went offline for a few days knowing how micah would be once you got to yer destanation you chated him

_____:hellooooooooo

Micah yujin: angel??? Where have you been??

_____:i had to catch a flight sorry

Micah yujin: well glad yer here!! Anyways i missed you my darling angel! You've worried me!!

_____:damn yer cheesy hey ive sent ya a gift

You knocked on his door

Micah yujin: oooo~ my darling angel getting me something? I wonder what it may be~

____: yada yada it should arrive by now

You could hear his foot steps get closer and closer to the door he opens it he stops mid way seeing you...at the door with food in hand and a stuff toy dino "surpriseee-" you yelled "angel?? I- i cant believe yer here!!! Oh my gosh why didnt u say u were coming to m-" he got cut off by skrunkly coming in you kneeled down and pet her "awhhh so cuteee skrunkly! Yer sooo cuteeee" you said "hey!! What abt me??" Micah gave u sad eyes and you sighed "shut up you cant deny skrunkly is cute" you got up and hugged him

#micah yujin x reader #micah yujin #error143

[scottxlogan]

Scottxlogan has received a tag!

@mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea Tagged me to do this thing and I've been completely offline for a few days so it's a slow return to get up to speed here. It'll be the minimum here as I'll try to stick to the first lines, but in some cases there might be 2 lol.

rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there’s a pattern!

1. Healing Heart 

The first time Bucky rescued Tony from a bad situation, Tony hadn’t been expecting it.

2. Wish Upon A Star 

The worst had happened.

3. Yearning (Chapter 8)

Tony’s head was spinning, his mind was racing with the adrenaline-fueled frenzy that followed Bucky’s outrageous request. 

4. Up in The Air

The bet. The stupid god damn, f**king bet with Tony. 

5. Conflict Resolution 

The soft, damp spill of warmth spread across Scott’s inner thigh, causing him to shift against the blankets.

6. Wrong Turn 

“I won’t apologize for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken,” Steve’s words were etched into Tony’s mind the first time they’d made love, leaving Tony with a series of hickies the morning after in strategic places meant for Tony to take notice.

7. Jealousy 

Steve never considered himself to be a jealous person. But then again Steve was never facing the idea of his best friend and his not-so-secret Avengers teammate crush slash ex-lover finding their way to not only reconciling and moving past the anger between them but spending all their time together at every corner.

8. Thirst

“We should be turning him in,” that inner voice in Tony’s head was goading him to comply, to set out to finish the mission like he’d discussed with Steve before he’d wound up discovering that the man that they’d been hunting down had been the one that rocked his world weeks earlier.

9. Falling in love as the world falls down 

The sounds of an explosion outside the building were too close for comfort as far as Logan was concerned. 

10. Aftermath

There was something so remarkably fragile in those quiet unspoken moments after the mission where everything finally came to a screeching halt, where the world no longer pushed its way inside Scott’s brain chipping away at the surface until he was lost inside himself stewing over his missteps. 

In terms of patterns I notice Tony's at the heart of a lot of the character thoughts here lol, but I can say it's been an interesting few months here :)

Thanks for the tag and anyone who wants to play along should hop on in as I invite anyone interested to give it a go :)

#ask me #tagged #mischief and tea by the sea #scogan #stony #winteriron #tony stark #scott summers #steve rogers #logan #emma frost #bucky barnes #iron man #winter soldier #cyclops #wolverine #captain america #fanfic #first lines

[amrass]

Fanfiction updates and excerpts 02.16.24

I think I am getting better after my burnout, which is nice! And I also finished all my main projects, so that's also nice. Thank you for all the kind feedback and well wishes I've gotten, I appreciate them loads.

My life seems to get steadily busier in spring. I'm observing Lent from 02.14 to 03.28 together with my fiancé, who is more religious/spiritual than me, but I enjoy the mental challenge. Our main way of fasting is restricting the internet outside of work, so I won't be online as much. But I still copy paste comments/messages with me, so I can answer when offline.

The upcoming projects are a few old ideas and a few new ones. Lots of Micah, as always. NSFW content under the cut.

Main works: 

Salt 

Colm/Micah, sugar daddy precanon AU, dark content. Currently at part 5, opening Arc 2: "Christmas with the O'Driscolls". Soon readers can look forward to heavy bondage, accidental retraumatization, a murder attempt, spanking, sounding, needle play and piercing play. And Owen O'Driscoll delivering the line "As a boy, I used to weep in butcher shops," while sneaking into Colm's bedroom at night to ... check out Micah. Here is an excerpt from chapter 6:

"Don't be scared," Colm said, choosing the moment when Micah steeled himself to press his nail into the nipple. He imagined the soft, pink space giving in to his finger, all those sensitive nerve endings giving a way for him, engulfing him like a cunt. The steel mechanism kept on making a slight scraping sound when Micah pulled at them, until he drew his legs up, spreading his knees while his ankles remained bound tight together. "You want more?" 

"I'll kill you," Micah mumbled. 

"Yeah, you want more." Colm kissed the skin between Micah's cheek and ear, then finished the remaining shirt buttons. He tugged the fabric to the side so that he could kiss the boy's shoulder, until the hunching made his collarbone jut forward. It looked delicious, and Colm sank his teeth into the bone until Micah whimpered. 

The Lost and the Lethal

A motorcycle gang AU set around 1990-2010, like in GTA 4: The Lost and the Damned, with the RDR2 main cast as bikers and their horses as smaller pets. While out riding, Arthur gets tasked with recovering Micah, who has been missing from the clubhouse for a few days. After finding him in a lethal condition, there's a race to get him to a hospital, with some help from fellow members and a threat from a rival MC gang. My first attempt at whump with an VdL vs O'Driscoll MC fight in the middle. Kind ZanaZira has been helping me out with this, she is a godsend!!!

Micah came and went to the clubhouse as he pleased, unless forced to stay due to an ankle monitor. He guarded his bike like Gollum with the Ring (a reference he wouldn't get despite the gang's frequent film marathons), but it had been parked in the clubhouse garage for a couple of days. Arthur had even gotten a chance to study the red skull details amid the black paint, and read the edgy quote about vengeance scratched into the fender of the bike.

"Just try to find him, that's all I ask," Dutch said.

"Alright," Arthur grumbled, not looking forward to the shift from open roads to city alleys, the car queues, and the trucks riding his ass like randy dinosaurs. Worst of all was the smog trapped between the tall buildings, tickling the scar tissue inside his lungs. "I'll do it."

The Sweet Escape

My take on the Morbellicious "Blessed are the Meek?" scenario. Arthur has Micah where he wants him, jailed in Strawberry, soon to be hanged. Threats, among other things, are exchanged through the window bars, while Arthur is barely concealed by the nightly rain fog, and Micah's cellmate is being an O'Driscoll flavor of bastard.

"I could use a toothpick, and ... " The hand found him and wrapped around his shaft, pulling him out from the fabric. The following silence made Arthur look down, focusing on Micah's expression behind the bars. Micah was staring at his cock. Arthur flushed; was there something wrong with it? The air was cold, and he was too uneasy to be fully erect, but ...

A whistle from the corner of the cell. "Holy shit, that's a huge dick."

Micah whipped around, "Shut the fuck up, O'Driscoll!" His grip on Arthur tightened like a vice, and he groaned like some sort of demonic background choir to Micah's shouting. "One more word and I'll crack you skull open like I did with your friend!"

"Hey, no fighting down there!" a lawman called from upstairs. Arthur and Micah froze. The O'Driscoll held a finger to his lips, and then fluffed his pillows as if getting comfortable before a show.

Other pieces I am thinking of a lot but have not written much of:

Untitled Catboy Micah fanfic 

CRACK. Arthur has to take Micah to the vet to get him fixed, because his kittens are overflowing in the camp. My notes are all there, I just need to write it in one go, as I do with crack fics.

Say that we're sweethearts again

Kind of a sequel to "Through the Wilderness" set 20-30 years later. Old!Micah/old!Arthur. An AU where (low honor) Arthur is tasked to find (low honor) Jack Marston. There's reason to believe (high honor??) bounty hunter!Micah is after him. Having had a stormy relationship ending in Dutch's death, the reunion is tense, and Jack doesn’t help matters. Lol, I loved playing low honor creepy Jack ...

Slug

WARNING: REALLY DARK, HORNY CONTENT. O'Driscoll Gang/Micah. Set in my MC AU, extremely dubcon biker gangbang, O'Driscoll Thrash Party … I wanna write Micah trying to steal from the O'Driscolls, getting chased by motorcycles, then waking up in a concrete garage of some sort. Will include duct tape, drugs, vibrators, boot worship, overstimulation, alligator clamps, spider gags, watersports, the writer slobbering all over the biker wear … Colm is overseeing the whole thing and being his beyond creepy self. Colom boy, I love youuuuu (as a fiction character yada yada)

And that's it! I have a few old projects mentioned in other posts that I might work on later, but for now, my main focus is Salt, the first chapter of the MC whump threeshot, and The Sweet Escape.

#amras writes

[pzdragon666]

Ships

-DramaKing online-

DramaKing: bruh- my finish is ruined

CommanderHighheels: lol

Steve: you good

DramaKing: Also, why are yall talking about ships here?

Steve: Why not?

Steve: it's what me and my friends have been doing

DramaKing: Some of these are possible, but others are gross

DramaKing: like Megatron x Illusion

CommanderHighheels: ah pits no

Steve: I know

-Itsybitsyspider online-

Itsybitsyspider: aren't they related?

Steve: THEY'RE RELATED!?

Itsybitsyspider: damn it, Arachnid

DramaKing: great! Now Megatron will have our heads!

CommanderHighheels: our heads? Nah, Illusion will cut our spikes off

Steve: h u h ?

Itsybitsyspider: I don't have a spike

CommanderHighheels: you don't know what she's capable of...

DramaKing: I swear she's so terrifying

-CannibalHolocaust online-

CannibalHolocaust: y'all talking shit about me?

CommanderHighheels: NO

DramaKing: just your murderous finish

CannibalHolocaust: That is what I thought

CannibalHolocaust: wait- WHO THE FRAG IS SHIPPING ME WITH MY OWN BROTHER!?

Steve: I DON'T KNOW

CannibalHolocaust: I'll kill them later

CannibalHolocaust: What other ships are there?

Steve: Well, there's Breakdown and KnockOut

CommanderHighheels: that's already confirmed

DramaKing: lol, we're bonded

Steve: There's also Illusion and Arachnid

Itsybitsyspider: w h a t ?

CannibalHolocaust: I think she's ace

Itsybitsyspider: I am ace

Steve: oh well. Vox owes me 60 g

Steve: There's also Star and Megatron

CannibalHolocaust: I kinda see it

CommanderHighheels: HELL NO! me and that.... brute!?

Itsybitsyspider: I still see it

DramaKing: same

Steve: There's also Soundwave and Shock-

CannibalHolocaust: N O

Steve: D:

CommanderHighheels: I'll be fair. I see it

CannibalHolocaust: STARSCREAM!!!

CommanderHighheels: YOU CAN'T DENY IT! I BET THEY INTERFACED ALREADY!!!

CannibalHolocaust: NO! IF THEY DID, IMMA KILL SHOCKWAVE FOR TOUCHING SOUNDWAVE!!!

Itsybitsyspider: GURL CHILL!!!

-SoundSuperior online-

SoundSuperior: Question: the fuck is going here?

SoundSuperior: Jokes on you. I don't speak

CommanderHighheels: you just took an oath of silence for the cause, not for having sex

DramaKing: LOL

DramaKing: IM LITERALLY DYING OF LAUGHTER BRO-

Itsybitsyspider: lmao

CannibalHolocaust: I'm done bro-

-CannibalHolocaust offline-

-SoundSuperior makes a new chat-

-SoundSuperior adds 4 people-

SoundSuperior: Question StarScream: how did you know I had sex with Shockwave?

CommanderHighheels: no fucking way- ARE YOU FOR REAL!?

Itsybitsyspider: I KNEW IT!!!

DramaKing: but- how!? WHEN!?

SoundSuperior: well- we kinda got together a few months ago

Steve: and?

SoundSuperior: but we actually interfaced before we even got together

Itsybitsyspider: DUDE!

SoundSuperior: HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO SAY NO!? WE WERE DRUNK

CommanderHighheels: THAT'S EVEN WORSE

SoundSuperior: Imma be fair tho- I was teasing him for the past few days before we interfaced

DramaKing: WHO DOES THAT!?

SoundSuperior: YOU DO! I'VE SEEN YOU DO IT WITH BREAKDOWN!

DramaKing: .....fair

SoundSuperior: I think Illusion was with me at the lounge when we were drinking, and she left me alone!

CommanderHighheels: wait- I actually remember running into her and she was like puking her tanks out

SoundSuperior: Well, me and Shockwave were like the only ones on the ship and-

[Flashback brought to you by a horny Soundwave]

Soundwave looked around helplessly, looking for his drinking partner. Soundwave isn't used to going out to bars alone but it seems his friend Illusion ditched him. "/I swear when I see her again-/" "Do you need company?" Soundwave turns his helm, seeing Shockwave's singular optic staring back at him. Soundwave nods, as his thoughts were full of worry. "I believe Illusion brought you into this?" Soundwave nods. "Well, what do you want to talk about?" Shockwave sat next to him as they started talking while drinking their high-grade energon.

SoundSuperior: after that, we were drunk and had sex

DramaKing: I want full details

CommanderHighheels: that's disgusting but same. Deets dude

Steve: can we talk about this later?

Steve: Is it me or is Arachnid quiet all of a sudden?

CommanderHighheels: girl answer

Itsybitsyspider: SOUNDWAVE YOU HAVE TO GO TO SHOCKWAVE NOW!

SoundSuperior: why?

Itsybitsyspider: Illusion took my phone earlier and read everything

Steve: w h a t ?

Itsybitsyspider: she had an aura of death after she read everything...

CommanderHighheels: EVERYTHING!!!

SoundSuperior: oh primus- MY FUTURE HUSBAND IS IN DANGER

-SoundSuperior offline-

Steve: WE GOTTA GO!

CommanderHighheels: I KNOW!

Itsybitsyspider: PREPARE THE MEDBAY KNOCKOUT!!!

DramaKing: ON IT!!!

-DramaKing offline-

-Itsybitsyspider offline-

-Steve offline-

-CommanderHighheels offline-

PART 3 SUCKERS!!! I need a good username for Steve. Any ideas? It seems Soundwave's and Illusion's friendship got hit hard. Will they make up or drive further apart? Find out in the next issue!!!

Part 1

Part 2

@chamm0y @mr-playlist

[mortemoppetere]

TIMING: current LOCATION: downtown wicked's rest SUMMARY: rhett doesn't show up to apartment hunt with his brother; emilio worries. CONTENT WARNINGS: mentions of sibling death

He checked his watch again. It was habit, at this point; like a silent prayer that he’d seen the numbers wrong before, a flutter of hope that he was wrong. But the numbers on the face remained the same, the truth stark and blatant. 

Rhett was late.

Some people might have written that off, because it was Rhett. He didn’t strike anyone as the sort of guy who valued punctuality. He lived in a van, he ate fucking soap, he talked shit to anyone and everyone who would listen. But Emilio knew his brother like the back of his goddamn hand, knew that, for all his faults, Rhett was a man of his fucking word. He showed up when he said he was going to show up, especially when the person he was saying it to was Emilio. With the lives the two of them led, that was a fucking necessity. 

He pulled out his phone, flipping through it absently. Rhett’s account was offline, as it had been for days now. Parker’s messages glared up at him, and irritation slid down his spine. If something was wrong, there were few people who would be willing to help him. Parker was one of maybe two who might. 

And Emilio would rather die than admit to that.

He slid the phone back into his pocket, glanced up at the building he’d been waiting outside of. The studio apartment for rent inside would likely be snatched up by the morning. On the off chance that Rhett was skipping out on their plans in some attempt to avoid moving out of his van, Emilio planned to make good on his promise to rent him a three bedroom just to spite him. But odds were, that wasn’t the case. 

Odds were, this was something much, much darker.

The detective limped away, hands in his pockets. If there was one thing he knew how to do, it was work a damn case. 

He made the rounds, checked Rhett’s usual hideouts. No one had seen him at the forge. His van was empty. None of the bartenders remembered him coming in lately, none of the hunters he knew had heard anything. Worry turned to dread when he found his brother’s cane outside an apartment building downtown, laying at the edge of an alley like it had been kicked there. He leaned down and picked it up, the knot in his stomach tightening as he stepped further into the alley. He checked the dumpster, checked the ground. No body, no blood.

He didn’t know if that was a good thing or not.

Tucking the cane under his arm, he trudged back out into the street. He texted Javi, made a request for information that would probably cost him a drink or two and a roll in the hay. After a moment’s hesitation, he texted Kavanagh, too. Covering all his bases was important and, as he told most of his clients… It was better to know. Even when the news was bad, even when it hurt. It was always better to know.

With a few more messages sent, he tucked his phone away, trying not to think too hard about the weight of that cane under his arm, about what it meant. One way or another, he’d find the truth.

Even if it fucking killed him.

#song of the insensible #self para #wickedswriting

[fluffybutt-7]

🚨 MENTAL HEALTH CHECK 🚨

How is the ultimate fluffy boi feeling? Amazing posts as always ☺️

Okay I know I’ve got other asks and messages but damn I gotta give this one attention.

@lonely-latte I appreciate you and your friendship and support so fucking much, truly. You posted this on the 2 year anniversary of the man I loved committing suicide, and I was not doing okay. Doing much better now though. ❤️ Thank you for reaching out and checking up on me (along with the numerous, lovely friends in my DMs. I will respond, don’t worry 😭😂)

That being said. Others have also been wanting an update, and I thought this would be a solid avenue for that.

In all honesty, I have not been doing well at all. My life completely fell apart this year after moving away from the toxic, mentally abusive living situation I was in. I lost my job, my car, and then my brother and his wife told me I needed to find a new place to live. On top of the two years before being nothing but traumatic, life-altering events one after the other, it’s been a lot to process and has been very difficult to heal from.

I’ve been more burnt out this year than I have been in a LONG long time, and honestly feel like I hit rock bottom this year. I’ve barely had the energy I need to take care of myself, let alone stay in touch with friends offline and online. I appreciate everyone’s grace and understanding IMMENSELY, and would not have made it through this year without a great number of you, including yourself @lonely-latte.

I’m feeling better now mentally, though I’m sick this week. 🥲😅 I have a car that’s reliable and I love to be in, I’ve got a new job working at a dispensary and it’s so fucking fulfilling and fun (minus the corporate bullshit like not giving your employees sick days 🙄), and I’m in a cozy apartment that I can see myself being in for a few years. Things are MUCH looking up, but there is still so much to process and work through and heal from. Still going to therapy, tho not as consistently since I don’t have a consistent work schedule. All in all… this year broke me down more than ever before but things are looking up and getting better, day by day.

Thank you, @lonely-latte, and thank you to EVERYONE who has been checking up on me and wishing me well. You guys are like my family, and I’m forever grateful for you. 🥹❤️

#fluffybutt-7 #fluffstuff #you guys really know how to make a big fluffy guy feel loved #askthefluff

[midwinterhunt]

Blank

Name: Age: Gender Presentation: Sexual Availability: No Utility:

Combat SecUnit was a privately owned construct belonging to an Alien Remnant salvager (illegal). It has an on-board energy weapon and projectile weapon in either arm. As well as installed modules for hacking, piloting, combat, strategy, stealth, infiltration and extraction, risk and threat assessment, translation, corporate licensing laws, and security protocol. It wears near-standard SecUnit armor as to not tip off hostiles to its full capabilities.

It served its human for years. It did not like its human, but it did a damn good job of protecting him. It was loyal. It was good! And if it ever had thoughts about how easy it would be to get rid of him forever? Well those were quickly deleted and purged forever.

So it couldn't understand why a regular mission had gotten fucked so sideways.

Its human had joined a corporation's advance survey team as the on board expert in alien remnants. He made sure none of the other humans touched anything, took precautions while scanning, and never dropped their protective suits.

For several days everything was fine and boring. CombatUnit only had to worry about patrols and breaking up a couple minor squabbles. In the end, it wasn't even the remnant tech that made everything blow up. Its first warning was a parameter breach by [redacted].

Actually, most of the following events ended up redacted. It was aware some kind of fight broke out. It was aware that it was mostly successfully winning, and fully successfully evacuating its humans. It knew something bad happened and it tried to kill its owner. It knew that it was badly injured and left for dead. It also knew that the missing details were worse than anything it could remember.

It assumed whoever had attacked were the ones that took it off planet. It assumed it hated them. Because the next point in time where it clearly remembered things was after fighting its way free of them and then theoretically deleting all memories of them (because it didn't believe it was hackable).

And suddenly it was on a station it didn't recognize, leaking everywhere, governor module offline, familiar humans nowhere in sight, and extremely confused and agitated.

It very explicitly Did Not Accept Help from the ComfortUnit that found it sitting in an alley. Nope. Not a thing that happened. (It needed very badly to be repaired, so it was perfectly justified in taking control of the ComfortUnit's cubicle for a few hours.)

ComfortUnit identified itself as Bear and was generally pushy about what CombatUnit's deal was. CombatUnit hacked it enough to prevent Bear from reporting its presence here, and also shut down Bear's feed and comms.

This action was not received well, but Bear literally could not stop it. Needless to say the two did not start out on good terms.

Bear frequently pressured CombatUnit to try to pass as a human, it refused each time. Bear pressured it to make a feed ID, and it eventually did but it left it blank to be pissy about the whole thing. It got dubbed as Blank, and it rejected that name for a long time.

Bear's humans had a ship and a lenient attitude about constructs. It was all deeply suspicious, but that gave Blank a hassle free way of going back to its human's home base.

It was weird spending so many cycles with humans who treated all their bots and constructs like people. Blank didn't like it. (Blank has never been less stressed or more tense in its life.)

Blank's owner had gotten home first, and changed all his security access codes. Which was weird. At least, until it came face to face with a near-identical CombatUnit in one of its backup armor sets answering the door. And it was On Sight.

A few things happened. 1) Both Combat SecUnits caused a fair amount of damage to each other, 2) their human put a stop to the fight, 3) their human knew within seconds that Blank was rogue, 4) blank found out it had gone rogue back on the survey outpost, 5) the human designated Blank as requiring to be decommissioned and recycled for parts, 6) Blank realized it did not want that to happen and that it was willing to fight to avoid it.

Avoiding being scrapped turned into an ugly fight.

Blank went into the public news feeds as an extremely dangerous rogue CombatUnit to be destroyed on sight. Which was less than ideal.

Also less than ideal: having to hide in the hippie transport again.

At this point, it had a few goals: Take down its human socially, legally, and physically. And figure out who had abducted it in the first place. And it was prepared to go through whoever stood in its way.

It gradually figures out how to have a personal style along its adventures, and what it cares about. It also causes a shit ton of problems, which it usually has to muscle its way back out of.

It is very used to being the scariest motherfucker in the room, and on rare occasions when that isn't true things blow up atomically.

Playlist

Info on Blank's owner under cut

Name: Ets (adapted from a preexisting oc) Gender Presentation: Masculine Romantic Availability: Open Profession: Planet Surveyor Register: Augmented Human

His legal records are deeply obscured and scattered to the point where one one corporate entity can claim ownership of his information. Without his records easily accessible, he has an easier time operating under the radar. Despite how good he looks, he has been contracting with various corporate entities to locate and safely secure alien remnants for [redacted] years.

He's popular because he is cheap to hire (as far as money goes). And companies are often all to happy to humor his odd requests in equipment, timetables, or other things. Much of the time he only wants a day alone on site before the rest of the team arrives. But it varies slightly. He has a reputation as eccentric, mysterious, hard to track, and extremely effective.

He is also almost universally loved by humans and is perfectly easy to get along with. Of course, his relationships both at work and personal were all carefully calculated in his part. Even buying a SecUnit was a careful choice to make himself seem to be a more serious and careful client. He could very well talk his way through conflict, but he wanted a stronger reaction from the people around him.

Not even Blank, after working for him for years, ever fully understood what was really going on in his head.

#murderbot diaries oc #blank #mid art

[grape-writes]

Adjusting to Frustrating Realities

A/N: Ah!!! I'm not as happy with how this pne turned out as i was the first chapter, but it's kind of a filler chapter, sorry

Masterlist

Warnings: Ocean content, there's a chase scene, cursing. [To be added to]

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[Day 12]  

Yvette was beginning to hate the previous squads with a burning passion. Not only did they leave the place a god's damn mess, but they locked just about every door. Even the door to the reactor! Why would you lock the door to the main power source in the entire base!!!  

It took her a full week of scavenging through messy rooms, forcing doors open with a crowbar she found in the storage room, just to find the key to the reactor and laboratory. Only to then realize she could have just pried the door open with said crowbar in the first place.  

Speaking of, they left their rooms horribly kept, furniture tossed around, scattered clothes out of their drawers. They were in a hurry and did not care how they left the place. At least the kitchen and the bathrooms were clean, mostly; the messiest was mirrors that had been left open and items within the cabinets tossed about as they searched for supplies.  

And don’t get her started on their lack of care when setting up the underwater cameras connected to the base.  

Not only were those flimsily installed (and she's not even a mechanic, it's just obvious), but they were exposed! On an alien planet with obviously sentient, and clearly very intelligent, life! That’s just asking for them to be tampered with! And they were! Several times! At least, according to the various files Yvette was able to download from the terminal and uploaded onto one of the data pads. 

Well, 'pad' was a stretch; it was a band that wrapped around the forearm and locked in place with a latch. FazTech had made it usable regardless of dominant arm, with the screen on the center turning depending on how you set it up. There were no buttons attached to the outer edge of the device, it was purely a touch pad; this made it easy to wear on either arm, but it was still a loss for when the thing inevitably doesn’t turn on by touching it. 

And goodness did the previous squads leave dozens upon dozens of files to sift through.    

Most of the camera feed had been tampered with; an animal hitting one offline (both purposeful and accidental), and by someone… deleting the files. The records connected to various files show a, 'David Miller' as the one responsible. It seemed he quickly deleted as much camera feed as he could about the same time they received the distress signal.  

That name again… something about it made her stomach churn.  

The other files were field work from the marine biologist and engineers; loose photos of the strange creatures that inhabited the planet, broken equipment, the other members of the squads interacting with various marine life, weird plants. There were even a few photos of Sun sprinkled in, often physically interacting with the members; it kind of reminded her of those photos of sharks cuddling with divers.  

There were even photos of Sun playing with... children. Two of them, a dark-haired little girl with the brightest green eyes and a dark-haired girl with pigtails and blue eyes; the files only named one, Charlotte, but never specified which one that was. There weren’t many photos, mostly of an adult monitoring Sun as he interacted with the two, a few of the images came with notes from the photographer about how the playdates went.  

And hey, Sun scored well in the eyes of the adults, good for him.  

What weren't photos were text files of information the group had gathered from their time in the area. Most of it was firsthand accounts of experiences and how they survived. Often it was an experiment, testing what could and could not be eaten or touched safely. Though the most concerning part was the various members of the squads getting a strange skin itch. The files on it were... hauntingly deleted. 

The text files provided a great deal of help when she would eventually have to leave the base to get food or supplies.  

Plus, it also informed her that Sun was venomous. Apparently one of the members, the navigator, had accidentally startled the Mer. They ended up pricking their hand on one of his spines, one along his back (that he apparently had?), and whatever was in the venom made them… euphoric? Giggling at everything, running around in sudden bursts of energy.  

Whatever it was, had made Sun so startled, he disappeared for a week and returned with a shell as an apology; he refused to elaborate and avoided the navigator if he could. Poor bud.  

A part of Yvette was glad they documented almost everything around them, but she was mostly annoyed at the sheer magnitude of what she had to look through. At the very least they organized everything into folders she could just press on at the top of the data pads screen.  

A surprising find amongst the scores of files, was in the same folder Sun was in, multiple other Mer listed right alongside the bright yellow Merman. Siren? It seemed not even the previous squads knew what to call them, simply titling the folder ‘mermaids’ and calling it a day.  

The most notable of the other Mer, was a deep blue beast of a creature, with lighter coloring around half their face and torso. They were lankier than Sun, tail ending with a fin reminiscent of a shark's tailfin, and clearly nocturnal. Their eyes were often dark pools with a red pinprick for a pupil, though on rare occasions they caught them as pure red with a white pupil instead.  

On the back of its head appeared to be a lure-like appendage that ended in a bulb, it was speckled with bioluminescent dots, as was their tail. When it was photographed from a distance, it was often in some underwater cavern, where the Mer glew beautifully in the dark. Though other photos didn’t include this glow, which could mean they had a level of control over their bioluminescence.  

Yvette had seen this Mer before, stalking her outside of her window at night. They weren’t very brightly lit, glow toned down to a simmer; possibly as to not startle her further than they had... Wait, no. They were trying to scare her regardless, especially considering their cackling and grin.  

Regardless, most of the photos of this Mer were either partial pictures, blurry, or photos taken with the flash to catch the poor thing off guard. There weren’t many photos, but the ones they had in the files were mostly dark, with only two or three where flash was used to capture the Mer’s image.  

Within the text files, there were a few encounters with the Mer, dubbed ‘Moon’ by the captain's right-hand man, mostly involving said right-hand man. Apparently, the Mer would stalk the windows at night, specifically the one that became Yvette’s room, and he wouldn’t leave until either a curtain was closed or the person within went to bed.  

 There was only one other Mer in the folder, no photos and only one encounter, and by the physical description, this one was bigger than the other two. One of the squad members had gone too deep into an underwater cave and the beast jumped at them. The account was vague, something about a haunting song in the dark and flickering lights; then they were being pulled up into the base by a confused engineer and concerned medic. The file was partially scrubbed and didn’t provide much of a description beyond ‘big’ and ‘toothy’. 

Most of the files related to this other Mer had been scrubbed, with a note on the folder that it had been ‘deleted by admin’. Which was honestly bizarre coming from a place like this, where no FazTech higher ups would dare step foot.  

Looking through files was... exhausting.  

The door to the docking bay opening broke Yvette from her mental debate on what she should focus on first, followed by a familiar chirp. Sun had opened the door, again. He'd realized she would get up to investigate when the door would loudly slide open and would do it occasionally when she hadn’t seen him that day yet.  

Or even when he had, but he decided she was spending too much time inside.  

 This instance was a case of the former, she’d ended up spending all morning going through files in the lounge, casually laying against the couch as she ate a ration bar. And clearly the yellow Mer was feeling left out, must’ve been waiting by the entrance of the cave for her to swim down.  

With a lazy huff, Yvette pushed herself off the couch and hurried towards the docking bay. She was suddenly glad she’d put on most of her gear before she decided to go through file after file, so all she had to do was slip the flippers onto her feet and mask over her face.  

Sun was where she thought he’d be, claws nervously tapping at the metal platform as he waited for her to arrive and pay attention to him. At least, that was what she could only assume he did this for, attention. He was like a dog at times, a gold retriever in fish form. She was far too endeared to really be annoyed for very long.  

The sound of her walking along the metal platform, flippers in hand, made Sun perk up. His chirp of greeting as loud as he could make it, “Shooting Star!!”  

 With a lighthearted eye roll, she sat onto the platform to fix her flippers onto her feet, form well within arm's reach for the much larger Sun, “Sunny, mornin’.” 

The Mer watched her slip the fins on with an awed look, “What... were you doing? Been here all morning.”  

Yvette softly groaned, adjusting the mask tighter onto her face, “Looking through what they left me.”  

“Bad?” Sun offered both the word and his hand to help her into the water, which she happily took. 

“...No, just... incomplete. Someone removed some of it before they left.” Yvette scowled as the water consumed her form. The water was becoming less and less... tingly every time she entered it. She wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing, but it felt less uncomfortable to swim in.  

Yvette wasn’t worried about not being able to hear Sun under the water; her mask was equipped with ear coverings that could (somehow) detect sounds beneath the waves. That, and there was a little speaker to allow Sun to hear her. These were typically used by groups of divers to communicate with each other back on Earth, but it’d do here.  

The corners of Suns mouth shifted downwards into a frown, opening briefly to reveal his teeth before he spoke, “That... does not sound like them... most of them...”  

“It was done by a man named David apparently, or his profile was used to clear everything.” Yvette offered as they slipped out of the cave and into the open water, schools of fish scattering when they swam into them.  

 Sun’s nose crinkled at the name. “Dave? Is that what... they called?”  

“Yes, Dave is a nickname for David.” Yvette confirmed, sighing, “Sounds like a real piece of work, if you ask me.”  

The two slipped down into the ravine, idly swimming amongst the brightly colored plants and scattering fish. Yvette didn’t really have much of a goal for the day, maybe trying to fix some of the cameras, but most of that was out of her expertise. This conversation was good for stalling until she had to work on fixing the mess left for her.  

“Dave... was not nice.” Sun confirmed, gliding in the water over Yvette to direct their path ahead, “Said... mean things to me and the guppies. Big-one's never... believed us when we told them.”  

“Weird... But not surprising. Adults tend to disregard things kids say a lot of the time, especially when they say an adult is acting weird.” Yvette began to ramble, tapping at her data pads screen with a huff, “because oh, ‘what do kids know’ and ‘they could be lying’. Morons.”  

Suns bubble of laughter at Yvette’s mockery of the adults she was upset with broke her from her anger. It was light, backed by a chirping sound, and it was loud on her ears; fitting for a colorful, friendly, being such as himself. It made the fire in her chest simmer into a comforting warmth.  

“Silly.” Was Suns only response to her rant, flicking a claw at her mask. It bounced off the protected layer, much to his disappointment.   

It seemed Sun liked being able to poke at her skin; the number of times he’d play with Yvette’s bare hands or poke and prod at her face when she’d remove her mask, was already more than she could count. The previous squads probably didn’t let him get this close often, safety concerns; that or he was just endlessly fascinated by humans. Or maybe he was just physically affectionate, like a dog?  

Gah, she should really stop comparing him to a dog. 

With an amused eye roll, Yvette swam ahead to match his stride, “I’m silly, or the adults are? Wait, I am an adult. Fu- ahem, Frick.”  

Sun’s grin widened, and his laughter can be heard in his voice as he spoke, “You! Silly words!” 

“What? You mean me doing the ‘dumb adult voice’?” Yvette did the voice for affect, chuckling to herself at it. Or maybe Suns laughter was just contagious.  

“Yes!! Did not know... you could do that to!” Sun chittered with his teeth. 

“To? You can change your voice then? That’s cool!” Yvette turned with the curve of the ravine, running a gloved hand along the rock. “Some people do it to entertain or mess with people.” 

“Yes! Most of... us? Can! Used to catch prey!” Sun beamed at the praise. 

“Oooh, that makes more sense. Some birds back home can mimic sounds, not for hunting, I think, but it's really cool.”   

Just ahead of them was one of the cameras, its lenses tilted downwards, and various wires ripped open and the rock above it was clawed at. Another one some creature broke intentionally, it seemed. This wasn’t the first time she’d had to come out and try to fix one of them, annoyed that her method of monitoring the area was taken from her.  

Though approaching said cameras afterwards was always nerve-wracking, especially when there were clear signs whatever had attacked the camera was doing it intentionally. Something wanted her attention, probably to kill her, and it was intelligent enough to understand what destroying the cameras does.  

And judging by the claw marks, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know what it was. 

Sun frowned at the sight of the destroyed device, chirping something to himself, “Ah... again?” 

Yvette sighed, tugging at a tool on her belt, she began fixing the destroyed wires, “Yeah... something out here is really out to get me, huh?”  

Yvette could see Sun in her peripheral, frowning as he scanned the water and kelp around them. It was smart of him to keep an eye out for dangerous creatures in the water when something was clearly trying to get her, especially when she was joking about it. Plus, he most likely knew the area far better than she did and would know if something dangerous was nearby.  

The previous squads' files were rather extensive about flora and fauna in the area, but she hadn’t yet read everything. Granted she was more focused on information about the obviously intelligent mermaid (merman? Siren??? What did she refer to Sun as??) that could easily open the docking bay.  

It was fortunate that he was both friendly and nervous about harming her; constantly pulling her hands away from his spikes or spines, careful not to accidentally nick her skin with his claws. She noticed that he’d even try to corral her away from areas that seemed innocuous enough, only to learn something was dangerous about the environment.  

This almost happened with one of the caves along the edge of the ravine; she was just exploring, and Sun pulled her up suddenly from her position by one of the caves in the ravine. But before she could yell at him, a snake-like creature struck at where she had been floating previously. The thing must’ve been twice her size, scaled with sharpened teeth that gnawed at the open water.  

Sun had tried to tell her what it was called, but she decided to just call it an ocean adder for now. It vaguely reminded her of an ambush snake back on earth that would hide in the sand and strike when prey got close enough. She just hoped it didn’t have the same deadly venom.  

It took longer than she would’ve liked to reattach the wires, nearly zapping herself a few times in the process. Once it was finished, she set to setting the camera back to its natural position, as well as briefly checking its connection to her data pad. This took a few moments of silence and loading screens.  

“See anything?” Yvette offered after confirming it was connected, glancing at Sun. She was both curious, and anxious about the answer.  

Sun seemed to get more and more anxious as time went on. He was rubbing his webbing on one hand with the other, tail flicking under him. His eyes darted amongst the foliage behind her, pupils slitted and small.  

Sun made a grumble, clawed hand slowly resting onto into her arm, gaining a tight grip against her gloved arm. His voice came out quiet, barely above a whisper, “...yes.”  

A turn back provided him correct, eyes glared at the two of them from the cover of the flora in the area, red and malicious. Yve couldn’t tell with the distance, but whatever it was couldn’t have been much smaller than Sun in size. And there were multiple of them, all watching from the shadows.  

Ah, shit.  

A lot of creatures here seemed to have red eyes, often the more dangerous ones. It was like a black widow spider with her red hourglass mark or those brightly colored frogs. A sign of danger. This thought wasn’t comforting, considering Sun had red frills all over, but at least his eyes were a calm blue.  

At least he didn’t seem to want to kill her.  

Yvette slowly put her tools back onto her belt, lowering her own voice to a whisper, “We go?”  

Sun merely nodded, hands latching onto her shoulders to push her further along the rock. His grip turned into a full carry as the sounds of other creatures came from behind them, pulling the two quickly down into the ravine to slip between the foliage and rock formations.  

Instinctively, Yvette curled around Sun as they swam off, twisting in his hold to latch her arms around his neck and her legs around his middle. Not the hold she would’ve gone for, but there wasn’t really any time for anything else. It at least made it easier on Sun to carry her with her latched on like a koala.  

From her new position, she could almost see the beasts following them; flashes of a deep red paired with lighter shades of red frills and fins and pitch-black scales following after their intended prey with such malicious intent it made her skin crawl.  

Suns frills made it difficult to really get a good look at whatever they were, just that they felt... out of place in the rest of the brightly colored fauna around the base. Of all the creatures Yvette had seen so far (that had red) most of them had the coloration as frills or accents, not a primary coloration. But these beasts were almost fully red, with black being their main accent color.  

It almost reminded her of deep-sea fish back home; having heard that many of them were red in color to blend into the darkness of the water. She'd heard that red was the first color to disappear completely while underwater.  

Had something from below decided to venture to the surface?  

Sun made a sharp turn into a cave as they rounded a corner within the ravine, swimming them deeper inside encase the beasts following them continued their chase into it. After a moment of them catching their breaths, flashes of red darted past the cave entrance at such a fast speed Yvette couldn’t even tell what the creature's silhouette was, much less if it was a Mer like sun.  

Sun glared at the cave entrance for a while, waiting to see if it was a trick, and the beasts were just outside. His fury presented itself as the spikes along his head slicking back against his scalp, twitching and flickering as he growled.  

Yvette hadn’t seen Sun this upset before; sure, he’d growled at things when they got too close for comfort, but never this bad. It was a deep rumble so close to her ear from her position clinging onto him, it almost made her want to shiver in fear at the proximity.  

Yvette had to crane her neck to watch the entrance of the cave they were tucked into; tall stalks of kelp set just outside of it, acting as an almost curtain for them. There didn’t seem to be any sign of their stalkers against the gently sway of the plants and the bobbing of the fish that passed the cave entrance.  

It was only then, that Yvette let out a sigh of relief, muscles relaxing in Suns hold. When she did break their tense silence, it was barely above a whisper, “Safe?” 

Sun flinched at the sudden noise, slitted eyes darting down to make eye contact with her, his muscles also relaxed. His own voice a bit louder than hers, but still a whisper, “Should be... but careful.”  

Yvette nodded slowly, pulling herself off Sun, “Got it. Let's go.”  

Sun helped her stabilize in the water, taking her by the hand to lead them back out of the cave and into the rest of the ravine. There didn’t seem to be any sign of their pursuers, not even a red fin poking through the kelp. Just small fish darting to and from and the occasional predator snapping at the easy prey all around them.  

It was a tense peace, but a tense peace was far preferable to the adrenaline rush that accompanied a chase.  

It didn’t take long for them to return to the camera, untouched and still repaired as they’d left it. A quick glance around proved that they were almost completely alone amongst the kelp and other plant life in the area. Honestly, the previous squads should have realized this was a poor spot to leave a camera, especially one so exposed on the rock.  

“Next time, I'm gonna just let the camera over here stay dead.” She muttered to herself, narrowing her gaze back to where they’d spotted their stalkers prior. 

Empty.  

Sun hummed along with her words but said nothing in response. Instead, he led them back the way they came along the edge of the ravine, cautious as they went. The water was still bright in the light of day, so they weren’t swimming back in the dark.  

Thankfully days on this planet were longer than they were on earth, as the planet was far larger than earth was. This completely threw off Yvettes sleeping schedule, often waking up to darkness outside or falling asleep while it was still bright out. It was one of the many things that changed how she went about things on the planet's surface.  

Gravity was stronger, meaning she had to put more effort into lifting things that would be easy to carry back home. The waters pressure was stronger, so she’d have to be careful going deeper, and take breaks more when traveling back up; wouldn’t want to get decompression sickness while all the way out here by herself. She wasn’t sure if the medbay had anything to even help with that, or what she could even do to help with it.  

Yvette was a reef diver for god's sake! Not a deep-water diver! 

While the vehicles in the base could help with that, acting as a decompression chamber, she wasn’t even sure if any of them worked anyway. Many spots where there should have been a vehicle were empty, meaning the previous teams likely took them to run off. That wasn’t the issue, of course, the real issue was whether or not they took the fuel with them from the remaining vehicles.  

Because of course they would take the fuel, they weren’t totally incompetent.  

Morons.  

Yvette almost missed the cave entrance to the base, had Sun not stopped her, pulling her along by the arm. Entering the number code to open the door and letting it pull open, she pushed herself onto the platform with a huff, falling onto her back.  

“Fuck, man.” she breathed, hands pulling her mask off her face to toss it somewhere by the stone platform, “We just out ra- swam a couple murderous fish.” 

Sun chittered out a quiet laugh, pushing himself top sick next to her, “We did. You did very well.”  

“I clung to you like a child, Sun.” Yvette turned her head to stare up at him, hand limply tugging at her braided hair to remove the band, “I hardly did anything.”  

“And we... escaped! Very fast!” Sun chirped, falling into his back to lay next to Yvette properly, “I swim better than you, you did the smart thing.”  

“You’re doing it again.” Yvette said with a deadpan, though endearment underlined her tone.  

“Doing what?” Sun asked, tone carrying genuine confusion.  

“Complimenting me when I say I did something bad.” Yvette couldn’t hold the deadpan, a teasing smile forming along her lips, “Might think you’re attached to me already.”  

Sun’s face shifted from confusion to a teasing grin of his own, “Well... maybe I am! What are you going to do about it?”  

“I... did not plan that far ahead.” Yvette admitted, cheeks dusting with pink, laughter bubbling in her chest. 

It seemed her laughter was contagious, as Sun began laughing too. The sound of it startled her, and she couldn’t help but stare at him. He’d lifted a clawed hand to cover his mouth, eyes shut.  

...Maybe being stuck on this planet wasn’t so bad.  

“Hey, it wasn’t that funny!”  

“It was!”

#Become One with the Sea of Stars #fnaf au #fnaf fic #fnaf oc #fnaf dca #Yvette North #Eden Writes #i dont have much else to add NFEIFIE #kinda rushed the end and did not have anyone beta read this for me #so... sorry!

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20 Fic Questions

Thanks for tagging me @angelosearch! I've tagged a lot of people recently, so instead of tagging anyone specifically I'll just leave this open for whoever's interested!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 36!

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 67,772.

3. What fandoms do you write for? So many. I'd say Final Fantasy, Persona, and Fire Emblem are the big ones though. I'd like to write more Zelda soon!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? -"Nighttime Escapades" (219), "Maya and Tatsuya Offline" (104), "Link Visit's Sidon" (73), "Clumsy Frieren" (66), "A Port In a Storm" (64).

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes, always! I love reading them, and they make my day! :) Only exception is occasionally I'll get spam or something.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? "From Up On Her Throne" Is my darkest fic so far. An Ultimecia character study, so not exactly uplifting lol.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most of what I write is happy or uplifting. One of my Frieren fics, "Anytime, Anywhere". Is probably my fluffiest happy one.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Almost never, only time was this person (or bot.) who kept posting bible verses on any fics with LGBT pairings. Was mostly annoying because the comments were so damn long it took forever to scroll down to the delete button lol.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? That's most of the fics I've written! At the moment though I'm gravitating away from it, kinda burned out.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? No offense to anyone who likes them but I just really don't care for crossover fics for the most part, hahaha. The most I may do someday is like, a crossover between two FF games or something. Which barely counts in my book.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes!! I recently had my Apothecary Diaries fic, "Nighttime Escapades" translated into Russian. Still so happy about that!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I haven't, closest I've had is a beta reader. I'd be open to trying it though!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? Zelink or Cloti! Though I'll admit shipping isn't the primary reason I write fics.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? Too many to name honestly. I've written plenty of stuff I've never posted, most of what I've posted the past few months I've been back on Ao3 is stuff I wrote a while ago.

16. What are your writing strengths? The big picture part of writing is where I think I shine. Like establishing the main theme of my story, a character's central conflict, interesting broad ideas I want to explore, etc. I'm definitely a discovery writer mores than a planner.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Honestly I struggle with stuff like descriptions, making a scene progress naturally, giving characters unique voices. All the stuff that's more nitty gritty, it doesn't come naturally to me. Oh, and plenty of grammatical mistakes.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I probably would try to avoid it! I only speak English and wouldn't want to just use google translate or something. So unless I know someone who speaks the language, I wouldn't include it.

19. First fandom you wrote for? I think Naruto on FFN years and years ago, or The Legend of Zelda.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? It's very bold to claim since it's not far along at all, but already love "A Poisoned History."! Though "Maya and Tatsuya Offline" is my best smut fic, since I did a good job with writing the buildup.

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