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wolven91 · 2 days

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Drifting - Part 10

“Ah! Casper my boy!” Exclaimed Zeet. It was the older engineer geckin who had been supporting the young man's progress as a brand new mech pilot. The blue geckin had been the one in the first instance to suggest to the young man that he give piloting a try and so far had been a stalwart ally and straight shooting voice of reason for Casper.

Despite the engineer’s enthusiasm, Zeet had never led Casper astray, nor had any of his machines failed the young man. The human felt he could trust this geckin, as far as his equipment went at the very least.

“Good morning Zeet, I understand it's the moment of truth?” Replied Casper, calmer than he expected. Qik stepped into the room not a single step behind the human and marched over to the correctly sized chairs. She pulled out the centre one and sat directly in front of the High Commander, the black and purple geckin in charge of the geckin people’s military actions.

She would be the one in control of the upcoming operation.

This was when Casper noticed that there was a small crowd of geckins already sitting on the other side of the broad table that dominated the room. With only two chairs on ‘his’ side, it was quite obvious where he was meant to sit. Casper couldn’t help but squint and narrow his eyes at the people arrayed in front of him. Wasn’t it a bit heavy handed? Zeet, Wren, the High Commander and a slew of other geckins that the man had yet to have met, at least as far as he was aware of. Were they all needed to brief the pair of mercenaries?

Zeet seemed undeterred.

“Indeed! The moment of truth! Oh, I can’t w-” Although the older alien couldn’t finish his sentence as a curt, sharp voice cut him off and he went silent instantly.

“Enough Zeet. Casper, why not sit with your… colleague?” Suggested the High Commander, not in the slightest giving him another option. Her tone was mocking, but he had no doubt she held little regard to either Qik or the pair of them.

Casper didn’t say anything, and instead calmly walked over to sit and join Qik at the table. She was perfectly still and a perfect picture of cold, calm and calculating. Casper kept his silence, and waited for someone else to speak.There was a pregnant moment of silence.

The High Commander was the first to break the pause and spoke in a haughty tone.

“As per your contract Qik, we have need to run an op on the same planet as before.” She explained, blinking slowly and looking down her short snout at the lopeljack mercenary. Qik was unphased.

“What’s the gig?” She asked without missing a beat.

“They’re amassing a sizable mechanised force in the former cities. Orbital operations are still at a stand still, neither of us want to have to report the loss of a ship.” The Commander explained, waving a hand dismissing the orbital fleets as if it were a non-issue.

“So you want us to cut them down?” Qik asked, fishing for details.

“Exactly.” The purple and black geckin replied without assisting. Her eyes blinking slowly again, she kept them focused on Qik, pointedly ignoring Casper. He made no attempt to insert himself, he trusted Qik implicitly. The lopel stared the geckin down for a moment before breaking her gaze and shrugging, leaning back into her chair.

“Seems straight forward, I would have thought you would have used us in something more valuable.” She mused aloud, interlocking her fingers and gazing lazily at the geckin. Casper’s eyes narrowed a fraction just as he noticed the scale below her right eye twitch. A tell?

“I am a geckin of my word. This is the first combat operation we need to deploy against. The choice is our own mechanised force, which is a cost and a risk, or we rid ourselves of the two drains upon our resources.” The aloof geckin explained, again, waving her hand in the air without her elbows leaving them table.

“Drains?” Casper asked, unable to bite his tongue in time. The geckin finally turned her attention to the human.

“With your contracts complete you will have no need to stay and we can invest in professionals that mind their business.” Replied the commander, obviously peeved at the pair of them.

The geckin turned her attention back to Qik, despite only being a foot tall, Casper was near certain he saw the mental image of a tank turret, slowly traversing as the High Commander turned and stared at Qik.

The lopel merely stared back.

“Make no mistake, we are not pleased with your interference with Casper and his training.” She explained curtly. Qik shrugged and pulled a uncaring face.

“I trained him how I would train any pilot, just as you’ve asked me to do for the last hundred you sent my way. He’s no different.” She defended calmly. Casper had no idea if that was true. Did she use all her trainees as body pillows?

He kept this thought to himself.

“And yet he’s the first to demand his own contract?” The High Commander demanded.

“Ask him yourself.” Qik offered, gesturing at Casper to her left. The young man tried not to have a heart attack.

“Well?” The High Commander inquired, staring a hole through the centre of Casper’s forehead. Casper swallowed and gathered his thoughts, not sure if he was ready to be put on the spot already. But the man had, had plenty of time to think and consider the matter. Clearing his throat, he offered his explanation, as honestly as he could.

“I’m not geckin ma’am. I would assume your pilots are quite loyal to your people?” He asked slowly.

“Every one of them.” She replied without hesitation.

“I am grateful for your help, but I’m not geckin. There was no plan for me to stay long term. You got me dropped into your lap. This was just an accident, you couldn’t have expected me to stay?” Casper asked, trying to appeal to her common sense. A human to babysit wasn’t exactly a boon to anyone, let alone a government or private organisation that would apparently need to prove he was happy on a regular basis?

Casper wasn’t expecting the cold, sharp, humourless grin to spread across her face.

“Hmph, quite the contrary. We fought for a sizable number of humans to be provided to the geckin territories.” She explained, almost off handedly. It hadn’t been what Casper had expected her to say in slightest. He frowned, outright confused.

“What, why? You don’t know us.” He demanded.

“Politics, as with everything.” She offered, waving her hand as she did.

“So not the kindness of your heart then?”

That got a snort of derision from the small creature. She leant forward and interlaced her fingers, resting her snout beneath her fingers while staring Casper directly in the eye as she spoke next.

Her words were low and intense. She believed every word she uttered with every fibre of her being. Casper was certain of that.

“You are not an idiot so don’t be naive. No. The geckin people are under attack by the cowardly ssypno and their gluttonous nobility. All the while, their queen sits idly while our freedom is crushed within their coils.” The High Commander explained, baring her teeth as she spoke.

“Our very existance is up for debate amongst the high tri-table and we will not merely sit by while the next hunt begins.” She pulled her arms apart, one hand slapping against the table while the other pointed at Casper to emphasise her point.

“Demanding our fair share to the human population that was being divided amongst the other races was a method of establishing our legitimacy to be sat at the table, as frustrating as it is to have to resort to such methods.” She explained, waving awake the unpleasant concept as if it bothered her like a fly.

Casper blinked, turning over this information in his head.

“Humans were… divided up amongst the other races?” He asked.

“Yes. Humans have captured the hearts and minds of every race across the stars. The general populace of every sentient race demand we ‘save’ you.” The geckin snorted. “I will be blunt as there is no harm in being honest at this point.”

She paused, but Casper gave her every ounce of his attention. This was not knowledge that was available to him. He needed to hear this. The High Commander locked eyes with the human and spoke with conviction.

“I do not care if your people die. But while you’re alive, you are the perfect tool for my people. A shield to aggression. No ssypno force, noble or royal, would *dare* attack a base, city or maybe even planet if there was a single human present.” The High Commander revealed, shocking Casper to his core. He felt his lips part, as if to retort, but no words came out.

“You’re the perfect shield.” She pointed out as if the sky was blue and water was wet.

Casper turned this concept over in his head as he considered this from every angle. He was staring at the wood grain of the table, but wasn’t seeing it.

Until he made the connection, and looked back up at her.

“But now I want off the planet.” He pointed out.

“So we will lose control of you and lose your protection.” She finished. Almost smug in that Casper had to have had this information explained. She was not talking as if she was in a poor position. Why? What was giving her this confidence?

“Why do I feel you have another card up your sleeve?” He asked.

“An odd saying, but yes, my tail has yet to fall off.” She retorted. She paused, and allowed Casper a time to stay there, in his ignorance. Qik also said nothing, but was still avidly watching her. The lopel eyes intense and serious.

Eventually, the geckin spoke again.

“I wonder… How will the many bleeding hearts of the galaxy feel ‘if’ or rather, ‘when’, the ssypno forces fire on a human?” The geckin tilted her head. “We will record and present every moment of your operation. Success or failure, we remove at least some of their forces from the board and weaken the ssypno’s desire to fight.”

The wicked grin returned as the High Commander leaned forward, pressing her fingertips and claws into the table, leaving curled wood at the end of new grooves in the priceless wood.

“The ssypno people will see their nobility attacking their precious humans and revolt. That… is the value you hold.” The High Commander concluded, grinning and licking her absent lips.

Casper had no retort, nothing he could say. He would be used regardless of his actions. Qik however, didn’t care. A job was a job and the sooner she and the human completed it, the sooner they could get to the other side the spiral.

“Fascinating as it is, can we finalise the contracts?” Qik asked disinterestedly, suspending her hand in the air as if offering a solution. The High Commander affixed a ‘smile’ across her features while the rest of the geckins remained perfectly impassive. Casper didn’t like it immediately and the hairs on the back of his neck all slowly raised on end.

The only exception to this and seemingly oblivious to the ongoing power players, was Zeet who immediately piped up and began to present his PDA, turning it briefly.

“Oh! Yes! I have some marvellous plans for you to-”

“Zeet. Shut.” The High Commander demanded. Zeet paused immediately, returning to his chair and hiding the screen from view. Qik narrowed her eyes, glancing from Zeet, back to the High Commander.

“Something you’re not telling us?” She asked, obviously sensing the same issue Casper was. The High Commander acted surprised and grinned again.

“Oh no. You will deploy as you have done in the past with your equipment.” She offered. Qik outright frowned and her voice dropped an octave.

“...What of Casper’s rig?” She demanded, deadly serious.

“Casper doesn’t own a rig.” The High Commander offered, seemingly confused as to why Qik would ask. .

“How do you expect him to fight?” The lopel asked, audibly speaking through clenched teeth.

“I suppose we could… supply a firearm, for free.” The purple and black striped geckin offered pleasantly, as if that was reasonable or acceptable.

Qik was on her feet in an instant, hands on the table, looming over the geckins as best she could.

“This will be a breach of contract, under the ‘unreasonable’ clauses!” She announced, pointing down at the table and punctuating her words. Casper merely sat back and let her work. The geckin merely shrugged, unphased by the lopel’s display.

“We would contest any claim, but we… being reasonable, are willing to offer an amendment to Casper’s contract.” The High Commander offered, leaning back and spreading her hands and arms out, as if a benevolent trader.

The room went still and the temperature dropped.

“What kind?” Qik asked in a calm, steady voice. Too calm. Too steady. She was on edge.

“We will provide a mech of high quality, free of charge until the completion of the operation and contract.” The geckin offered calmly. Everyone waited for the other shoe to drop.

“What for?” Casper asked. Qik glanced in his direction, but otherwise kept her eyes on the geckin, who was now pointedly ignoring the lopel.

“Hmmm, you’re certainly not a simple feral creature like some suggest. There will be a clause that is in our favour.” She admitted.

“What is it?” He asked. The High Commander leaned back and glanced to her left, Casper and Qik’s right. To Wren. The biologist who had been caring for Casper since the beginning. She hadn’t done a great job, but the young man couldn’t fault her attempts to ensure he was okay.

Wren spoke calmly in a practised manner. She seemed to recite her words from memory, rather than form them on the fly.

“In the event of the need to eject the pilot casket, the operation is declared over and the loaned mech and all its contents and components are the property of the XixTech organisation.” The green geckin concluded before sitting back down and going silent. She too, adopted a haughty expression, lifting her muzzle slightly and staring Casper down somewhat.

It honestly didn’t seem like much of an issue. It wasn’t his mech, he’d get his own rig later. Casper breathed in to dismiss and accept the terms, he had no want to take their property, but stopped when Qik’s hand grabbed his thigh.

He glanced over to her as she spoke without breaking eye contact with the High Commander.

“All components?” The lopel demanded.

“Quite.” A nod.

“No deal.”

Casper blinked, turning to Qik.

“What? I can’t fight on foot! I need that rig.” He demanded, thinking about fighting tanks on foot with a single rifle! Qik or no, he’d more likely fall and blow his own head off than destroy a damned tank!

Qik’s expression when she turned to him gave him pause however. Without waiting, she spoke and explained in a slow, clam voice. Devoid of emotion.

“Casper, the pilot in the casket, is included in this.”

Wait.

“If you need to eject, then XixTech will, literally, own you.” Qik concluded.

Wren cleared her through before speaking as everyone turned to her.

“More specifically, as their representative; I will own you.”

Casper frowned, seeing the green doctor in a new light.

“Why?” He asked, confused as to why she’d go this route. If she had asked for anything, he’d likely have just given it to her. She needn’t of gone this way.

“Ignoring that I don’t need to answer that, we can learn more from you.” She began, coolly. “From your connection to the machine to how you handle the load. I hasten to add, it need not be a bad life, you could work *with* me in researching this.”

Casper said nothing, she continued.

“Or I could put your brain in a jar and ask you questions where you are devoid of distractions like light or sound. I would reward cooperation with stimulation. Otherwise it would be a perfect void for you.”

The green geckin shrugged.

“Either way works for me.”

The lopel stood and swiped her hand through the air, dismissing the whole geckin side.

“No deal. My company is on their way, they will have several things to say about this coercion.” She warned before turning and breathing in to speak with Casper, but was cut off by the High Commander.

“So be it, but you’re not being asked here.” The purple and black geckin turned to the human and pointedly asked; “Casper? Your choice. Freedom, with the chance of failure, or stay here as our permanent resident. We will offer you opportunities to pilot mechs, albeit under our direct control.”

The High Commander turned back to the lopal, although still spoke to Casper.

“We have learnt from our mistakes with our dear Qik here.”

Qik raised her hand, her fingers splayed and brought her palm down in a vertical swipe, holding it in place as if to highlight her words.

“Casper, don’t. There's another way.”

The young man doubted it. The geckins were too sure, the contracts seemed too tight.

“Is there?” He asked.

“The company has lawyers, these idiots aren’t the first to try and strong arm a deal.” She offered. The geckin High Commander retorted again, with an almost gleeful tone.

“No, but we are the first with a human. We checked, your laws are fantastically logical and detailed. It even lists the species… unfortunate ‘human’ is not included.” The finished with a sharp grin.

“They’ve got us cornered.” Casper pointed out.

“No, theres another way.” Qik said, her eyes almost frantic as she mentally searched for an out, finding none.

“Qik.”

“No, just… give me a sec.”

“Qik do you trust in your training?” Casper asked quietly.

“What?” The lopel asked, glancing up at him. He was still sat in his chair as she stood over him. Her fur was beautiful and shiny. He didn’t want to cause her distress, but there wasnt a way out here.

“Do you trust in what you’ve taught me? Could I survive in a fight?” He asked pointedly.

Qik said nothing, searching his face for something. He smiled and shook his head.

“I’m not trying to trick you. Just honesty.” He pressed.

She grimaced and wore a tight smile.

“I’ve taught you all I can. Everything else comes from experience.” She explained, her shoulders sagging.

“Like fighting technicals?” He suggested. Qik frowned, then turned to the gathered board of geckins.

“If… Is it just technicals? By requirements, you need to tell me your intel now.”

One of the side geckins spoke, reviewing a datapad.

“Only scuttle tanks and stationary emplacements. We need those emplacements destroyed, but we do offer bonuses for every additional unit destroyed. The bigger the better.” He offered. His lighter tone a stark difference to the hard tones of the others.

“No enemy pilots?” Qik checked.

“The ssypno are still scrambling after you took out the former ace.” The High Commander offered. Qik turned back to Casper and sighed.

“I think… You got a good chance.”

Casper merely nodded then turned in his seat to directly address the High Commander.

“I’ll accept the contract if you give me a fighting chance. Give me a good mech and I’ll agree.”

“Deal.”

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#conservationverse #cuddleverse #human #hfy #haso #humans are space orcs #furry #human x furry #rabbit #lopeljack

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saberswordseabass · 6 months

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A Hidden Danger; Know your threat (3.5)

Soldiers began to bolt down a dark metal grated floor. The sturdy, metallic walls creak from a minor gravity difference. One of the soldiers shouted something unintelligible to the recording unit. The wall to their right begins to creak louder and warp from stress.

Blast doors begin to lower, trapping the two soldiers in the corridor as the wall bulges like it was hit by a freight train. The soldiers begin to obviously shake as they lower their helmets over their elongated fox like faces. They raise their laser rifles and steady it at the wall bulging.

After another moment, the wall explodes inward, but no explosive decompression followed. A bulky fox robot with stark white, like star-bleached armor, forced its way through. Lasers streak and sizz in the air as the soldiers begin to pelt the robot.

It seemed unfazed by the lasers, only focusing on them when one managed to shoot it in the optic sensor. The graviton ram of its right arm, hissed as it prepared to operate once again, while it raised its left arm, its fingers arcing with a green energy. The bot begins to march towards them intently.

The graviton ram began to glow with a green field as it launched forward with a wet squelch from the soldiers before the video seems to freeze as the recording device manages to show a soldier in horrible mixture of fused into the wall and crushed under a powerful gravitational force.

"So what are you thinking for lunch? I really want to try this Philly cheesesteak that the captive mentioned." A Ursidain spoke, gently scratching their belly as their unruly clothes suggested pirates.

"Eh, doesn't sound awful. You might have t-" The Taurian companion began to state before a warning light began to flash rapidly.

A warning began to echo from the P.A. system; "Prepare to be boarded! Don't recognize the ship, but it is probably the human savior team from the GC. Give them hell!" The P.A. warned as a few moments later, the ship violently shuttered as the boarding vessel rammed them.

The two pirates were caught off guard and had been knocked into the left side wall. "What the hell is wrong with them? Are they insane?!" The Taurian screamed as they grabbed their weapon. Right as they finish that thought, the wall to their right melts like butter. An intimated robot in height, having to lean down to fight in the hallway designed for Ursidains.

"Command: Give up human now, and your lives may be spared." The bot ordered as its stark white armored glistened in the dull, flickering florescent light. It held two massive clamp hands, like originally designed to carry around the cargo pods, but they were paired with some kind of unknown weapon, but the armored canister attached to it suggested a flame based weapon.

The pirates look at each other as the bot stares unmoving at the two, waiting for a reply. The Ursidain nodded to his Taurian companion before unslinging an old earth shotgun and firing a shot into the bot's ribcage area. "Eat ferrus insect!" The Ursidain roared as the bot stumbled back, its inner working exposed from the 'insect'.

"Hostile action has been taken." The bot spoke as its wide footing managed to stabilize. The bot's orange, almost yellow eyes, begun to rapidly shift color to a cool, icy blue. Its arms raise out, and frost began to coat its flamethrower like barrels. An icy stream connects with both organics. The Ursidain looks relatively unharmed but still affected by the flash freezing of his outer layer of fur and fat. His Taurian companion was not as lucky as half of her right side crystallized from the ice-thrower's very napalm; 'Neptunic Nictro'

The Ursidain rushes to close the gap, firing two more shots into the bot, which finally knocks the bot down onto its back. With another shot to it's fox like head makes the machine go limp.

From this device's recording, the screen begins to get hit with many white particulars, giving the recording a grainy resolution. A much smaller bot began to step through the hole left by its bigger cousin. Their rifle, which was glowing blue from an unknown source. Upon readying the gun at the Ursidain, who noticed it too late, the camera grows more grainy. The camera cuts out as the Ursidain attempts to rush the smaller bot, and a split frame of a blue pulse wave echos from its gun.

A deep-seated anger began to fill room, as all recording on each screen paused at a gruesome death. A dull grey fur inquistor sat at a desk in front of the screens. "I've spent 70 years making sure Octarus does not awaken. It is a massive threat to not just us, but all of the GC, if allowed, to get fully operational... again." Gloved hands gently rub the inquistor's face. "And if word gets out that we are the cause, that could cause an end to us, not just as an empire but also a species if what the GC did to the majority of humanity is to be noted."

"Get me on the line with Quilx." The old inquistor spoke to his help, who rushes off, only to return a moment later. "What's wrong?" The older inquistor asks as a worried frown fills his graying brow.

"Sir, Quilx has made a ground expedition to the planet where he believes Octarus' forces have been coming from." That made the old inquistor shoot up, only to grip his chest with a pained expersion. His body was old and failing as he was reaching a century in his Inquisitoral duties.

The help rushed to him before he shooed them away with another pained grunt. "Quilx will die if he steps foot on that planet! Warn him immediately to change his course of operations." The old inquistor gasped as his body forced him back down onto his padded chair.

"Maker, why?" The old inquistor gasped quietly to himself as he stared into space with horror of first-hand experience.

Decided to try another approach to this. I hope you enjoyed it! C&C is very much welcome and appreciated! Again, thank @wolven91 for creating this amazing universe to allow me to create this weird word soup :>

#conservationverse #cuddleverse #hfy #humans are space orcs

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hogletthe2nd · 24 days

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Tubbo fankids are so crazy cus like what’s going on

was originally gonna add all of the Tubbo fankids I’ve made onto one page but quickly realized I didn’t have the space so you get two.

What are they talking about? Idk, Lain is probably saying the most crazy shit ever and Tiny just wants to leave.

#Uhhhhh btw these are not from the same smp #Lain is dsmp(kinda? the au is rlly strange)#And Tiny is qsmp #qsmp au #dsmp au #dsmp fankid #Qsmp fankid #Hoglets drawings #polarverse #cuddleverse #artists on tumblr #qsmp #dsmp

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missgreenkitty · 2 years

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Warm up doodle!!! Cuddleverse fanart bc it's such a soft and wholesome series.

Read it here!!

As always please click to see better quality

#my art #artists on tumblr #mha #bnha #fanart #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #dabi #todoroki touya #hawks #takami keigo #dabihawks #toukei #hotwings

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random-snippets · 7 years

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CuddleVerse Fic (1)

[[ @scaredysanders, hope you don’t mind...this post was too cute, I had to. ]]

“Hold the fuck up.”

Roman paused, startled, and turned from where he’d been about to ascend the staircase. He blinked, squinting into the darkness. “What?”

The living room was dark, but he thought he could see a sad huddled lump on one end of the couch.

He turned around and walked into the room, setting the glass of milk that had been the object of his midnight venture on the end table. He squinted, willing his eyes to adjust, then said: “Virgil?”

A pair of eyes glittered in the darkness, as the anxious side looked up at him from the corner of the couch.

“Did you say, ‘hold the fuck up’?” Roman asked.

Virgil nodded.

“What does that even--?”

“It’s me. I’m the fuck up. Please hold me?”

Roman blinked, then chuckled. “Oh, dear. Did you read that on Tumblr?”

“Yeah.” Virgil’s voice was soft and he smirked up at Roman in the darkness, but when he spoke again he sounded a little bit sad. “Figured it was worth a try.”

Roman’s heart melted. “Hmm,” he said thoughtfully, moving to sit on the couch next to Virgil. “I suppose as far as requests for affection go, it isn’t the worst I’ve ever heard.”

Virgil looked up at him and offered a half-smile, sliding into Roman’s arms when Roman opened them in invitation. He laid his head on Roman’s shoulder and sighed softly, closing his eyes. “What was the worst?” he murmured. “Dare I ask?”

Roman chuckled again, resting his cheek against the crown of Virgil’s head and running his hand lightly over his back. “If I told you you had a great body, would you hold it against me?”

Virgil groaned. “That one’s older than dirt,” he mumbled. “At least I’m being inventive.”

“Hmm. Very well. Points for originality.”

“Thanks. And...um. Roman?”

“Hmm?”

“Thanks.”

Roman closed his eyes and smiled, kissing Virgil’s hair. “You’re welcome.”

#random snippets fics #untitled drabble #prinxiety #just a little thing i felt like writing #Random Snippets Cuddleverse

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leon-scott-kennedy · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leon S. Kennedy/Chris Redfield Characters: Leon S. Kennedy, Claire Redfield, Sherry Birkin, Chris Redfield Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks, Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Post-Resident Evil 2, Family Feels, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Sharing a Bed Series: Part 1 of Cuddleverse Summary:

Leon, Claire, and Sherry made it out of Raccoon City, but Claire still needed to find her brother. Somehow, Leon finds him first when he wasn't even looking, but he's sure as hell happy to have him.

Or, Chris and Leon meet for the first time.

#chreon #leon s kennedy #chris redfield #fanfic

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ao3feed-todoroki · 2 years

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Stress Relief

Stress Relief by AmethystSongWrites

Hawks is stressed and overworked and finds comfort in Touya's cuddles and top tier tiddies.

Words: 2920, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Cuddleverse

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor

Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks

Additional Tags: Civilian Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Politician Todoroki Touya, Hurt/Comfort, Cuddles, Takami Keigo | Hawks Acts Like a Bird, Soft Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Fluff, Bubble Bath, Trans Takami Keigo | Hawks, Overworked Takami Keigo, Stressed Takami Keigo, Touya's Tremendously Tantalizing Tempting and Titillating Top Tier Terrific Tender Titties

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38008540

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Hotwings #♥#Dabihawks #Hotwings #Enji Todoroki #🔥#🏮#🐦#⚣#R:T #A:Amethyst #Hurt Comfort

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ace-trainer-risu · 3 years

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hello!! i was just wondering if you had any destiel fic recs? i really like fanon destiel and was hoping to hear if u had any suggestions on what to start with

Ohhh thank you for asking! I haven’t read much Destiel lately but I read a ton of fic back in the day, so my Destiel recs will probably be a bit out of date (circa 2012-2014) but I’m happy to list some of my faves from back then! I mentioned this one in a tag rant the other day but “How Still My Heart” by Cadignan on AO3 is one of my favorites! https://archiveofourown.org/works/832691/chapters/1584275 It was started in the summer after s8 ended and before s9, so it’s about Dean trying to find Castiel after he falls and becomes human and the two of them adjusting to this new change and it’s really good! The whole time I was watching s9 I was just thinking about how much better this fic was than the actual show. But note - this fic is locked on AO3 which I believe means you can only read it if you have an AO3 account already. *From what I remember, I enjoyed all of Cadignan’s fics that I read, especially the Cuddleverse fics - some are pretty smutty if you are (or aren’t) looking for that. “They’ll Be Peace” by Englandwouldfall (https://archiveofourown.org/works/947751/chapters/1851573) This was pretty much my number one favorite Destiel fic! It’s a real world AU where Dean and Cas are both college students and bartenders at the Roadhouse, and it’s a great slow burn, character driven fic about Dean dealing with his mental health issues and learning he’s worthy of love and it just! made me feel soft and warm and good inside! “Falling to Fly” by enigma_Kar (https://archiveofourown.org/works/917832/chapters/1781399) I’m actually so glad you asked me for recs b/c I had COMPLETELY forgotten about this fic but it’s a great Star Trek/Spn crossover which I loved back in the day. Pretty much what it says on the label - About Dean and Cas in Starfleet Academy, Cas is half Vulcan of course, all around good time. I don’t think I ever finished reading it but it is completely finished on AO3 so I’m looking forward to rereading it! Holy Palmer’s Kiss by Typewriterlove (https://archiveofourown.org/works/914076) I apparently read this one five times so you know it must be good. A cute one-shot set in Night Vale (as in, Welcome to Night Vale) where Dean is a mechanical and Castiel is, of course, an angel.

“Your Call Cannot Be Completed As Dialed” by eBob and K_K_TiBal (https://archiveofourown.org/works/811746/chapters/1533035) There was this phase in 2013 where the trope of “Accidentally text a stranger and become friends and fall in love” was popular (There was a very popular Johnlock fic called “A Finger Slip” which kicked it off, I believe) and I loved this premise, so a Destiel fic about it was of course one of my faves! Another real-world AU where Dean and Cas are college students, cute and fluffy and a little angsty.

(How 2013 is this list? I’ve got a s8-9 themed fic, a Star Trek crossover inspired by the Star Trek movies, a Night Vale crossover, and a texting fic. Ah, 2013...the flower of my youth...) I know I had some other faves back then, but since it’s been a while I can’t remember the name of most of them and I have 64 pages of history on AO3, so it would take me a while to come up with more - but if I do come across any more, I’ll add them on here! *Note - I don’t read smut too much so most of these are probably PG13ish, but I don’t not read smut either so there may be some. I don’t remember anything extreme or dark in any of these fics, but most of them I haven’t read in years, so I would advise to read responsibly and check the ratings and tags first :) **Note - If anyone who wrote any of these fics comes across this and would like me to remove from their fic from the list, please let me know and I will be happy to do so! I hope these are a good starting place! Enjoy~

#destiel #spn #fic rec #cheollanghae #coming up with this list made me so nostalgic! must...go read...spn fic #thanks for asking this was very fun to come up with!#things you didn't care to know about veronica #the ask and the answer

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*slides a 20 and lowers voice* do you have any Logan angst you’ve written or could recommend

Hmmm...there’s just a smidgen of Logan angst in part 2 of my Cuddleverse story--like, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it but it’s there--but otherwise most of my angst is Virgil-centric.

Anyone else got some Logan angst recs for anon?

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statisticallybananas-blog · 6 years

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Ikers MacPherson, Lord of the Cuddleverse, Stealer of Seats, My Master

#tall cat #long nails long story #crochet #collar #dawg #jingle bell #Fire photo #it ain't high quality #ikers McPherson

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Drifting - Part 11

“I am not one for politics. They make my scales itch.” Bemoaned Zeet as he walked ahead of Qik and Casper. His mobile platform moved and wandered without input from him as he stood upon it, grimacing at the two larger creatures. They had just left the boardroom where Casper had potentially just signed his body away if this went wrong.

“I would have thought we would have got more usable data from you by informing you and letting you just *work* with us.” The blue geckin continued, musing out aloud. Casper couldn’t help but grin widely, pleased by the geckin’s seemingly honest distaste for the situation.

Zeet was an engineer. A nerd. A geek, through and through. He cared about the machines he designed and made. The plots and schemes of others mattered little to him as long as they didn’t cross his wants and desires to improve on his designs. The geckin made an odd croaking throat noise. Casper spoke up.

“Let them work themselves into an early shed then, me and you are going to make a mech that’ll go down in history.” The young man offered, hoping to caress the geckin’s ego.

Qik grinned as well as he did when he blatantly hit his mark perfectly.

“You think?! Oh! Oh ho ho ho! Just think! First ‘no drift’ pilot in one of *my* machines making headlines. But we need you to succeed. Fame goes both ways, ah?” Zeet pointed out, before adopting a focused look, crossing his arms and touching a finger to his mouth. The two far larger creatures shared a glance as both of them felt themselves disappear to the geckin’s perspective.

“You’ll need survivability…” Zeet mumbled to him. “Heavy is always best for survivability, but it means taking the hits. Your agility shouldn’t be slept on. Light is just as good, if you don’t get hit.” The geckin snapped his head around to Casper.

“You stopped getting hit all the time?” The tiny creature demanded.

“What do you mean ‘all the time’? She got me *once*!” Casper shot back, thrusting a thumb sideways at Qik who remained silent, although her strut became more pronounced as they discussed her ‘perfect’ kill shot.

Zeet merely grinned at Casper and he was reminded that a grin from a geckin was *not* the same as a human grinning. Zeet was admonishing the human, not sharing in a joke.

“Once was enough. If we capitalise on your speed, you will be light, but weak; you will not survive errant hits! Anything above superficial damage could disable your points or even your whole rig if it’s a bad hit!” The geckin hissed.

“I was showboating.” Admitted Casper. “I let my guard down. My fault. I won’t jeopardise your work again.” The human spoke seriously and with respect at the older engineer who squinted at him as the walking platform approached a door that slid aside without hesitation. The geckin waved a hand, dismissing the thought, seemingly satisfied with Casper’s devoted tone.

The group entered a room that was quite obviously Zeet’s workshop. Ignoring that it looked down on a hanger bay with a skeleton of a rig hanging in the centre, as Casper looked around the room, he learnt of Zeet’s personality. Messy, but devoted.

Mech and rig designs covered an entire wall which was dominated as a workboard. Pens, stylises and measuring tools were scattered everywhere. A large 3D printer squatted in one corner and was covered in tiny, intricate models of various shapes and sizes. Some were of arms and legs of disembodied mechs, and others were tiny replicas of the whole thing.

“Huh… I think you’d get along with some of us humans.” Casper mentioned, crouching to observe the intricate details of one particular model. It was beautifully designed all the way down to sleek lines showing where the various bolts would connect armour plates together.

“After yourself, I would very much like to meet more humans. I suspect if I could get my claws into one that had a history in mech design, fictional or not, we might share ideas…” Zeet offered before clapping his hands and holding them out in front of him, pointing his claws at Casper, drawing attention to himself.

“*But!* We need to design you a machine that will put us both in the history books and… *Not* leave you at the hands of the XixTech corpo-nation.” Declared Zeet, Casper nodding along until his brain caught up to the sentence.

“Wait… ‘Corpo-Nation’?” He asked, standing up again.

“Mm, they represent the eastern continental landmass on Bok. Our homeworld. They are their government representatives.” Explained Zeet matter-of-factly. Casper merely blinked, once again reminded this was not kansas.

“Jesus… Yeah, let's not get dropped into that mess.” The young man agreed, already feeling his head spin. Qik settled herself, leaning against a wall, arms crossed as was her usual stance. Casper sat against the window frame with his back to the hanger below.

“So!” Zeet began. “Torso, Head, Arms, Legs and a Spinal mount. These are your rig’s modifiable options.” Zeet explained, turning to open a large cabinet where he produced three glasses. One tiny, the other two perfectly sized for Casper and Qik. The human glanced at the bottle of dark liquid, then to Qik who touched a long finger against her lips. She didn’t want him to ruin this.

Zeet poured three healthy portions before taking a sip and giving a satisfied sigh, then continuing.

“I already know what I’m doing for your chest, you don’t get a vote there.” He explained, swiping his hand through the air. Qik cleared her throat as she leaned in to pick up a spare glass.

“What’s your idea?” She asked calmly, seemingly trusting his good sense.

“Maximum output. Heavier as an option, more so than an ultralight, but I think the way he modifies his output, it’ll be worth it.” Zeet explained, swirling the glass.

“I modify my output? What do you mean?” Casper asked, frowning somewhat. This apparently was an odd question.

“Wha- My boy… You… It’s not a conscious decision? To pulse your power generation?” Zeet asked, seemingly very confused. Casper pulled a face and shrugged before reaching over and picking up the third and final glass. Taking a sip, it was like paint stripper with a smokey burn afterwards.

“Your power generation is not efficient, or it shouldn’t be! Your reactors ‘pulse’ instead of giving out a steady or constant amount. We thought it was a fault at first until the second and third time it happened. Every rig you hop in, it pulses.” Zeet explained shrugging his arms in defeated confusion, nearly, but not quite spilling his drink.

“Is it dangerous?” Qik asked, narrowing her eyes, but sipping at her own glass, it looked comically small in her hands. Zeet shook his head, sipping at his drink, a tiny red tongue dabbing at the murky liquid.

“I don’t think so, although it was far, far faster when you took that hit.” The geckin conceded, pointing a finger over the rim of his glass.

“Was it like a heartbeat?” Asked Casper, following a hunch. Zeet shook his head again, the corners of his mouth pulling up as if Casper had asked the same question as him.

“No. We thought so too, but it was too slow.” The geckin dismissed, looking into his glass with a contemplative frown. Unconvinced, Casper waited a second, considering what it could have been before getting an idea. Without speaking, Casper knocked his knuckles against the wall he was leaning on. Thump thump. Pause. Thump thump. Pause. The reaction was immediate, the engineer's feet jumping up in unison and briefly leaving the walking platform he stood upon as he pointed and did briefly spill his drink this time. .

“Yes! That! That’s it! Two pulses and a pause. We racked our brains trying to figure that out!”

Casper merely smiled knowingly, closing his eyes and opening them again before speaking, pleased to have an answer for the older geckin.

“That’s *my* heartbeat Zeet.” Tapping his chest with his glass. ”Bigger heart, slower rhythm.” The young man explained. The tiny geckin stood there, motionless for a time. Before closing his eyes and placing his own drink down on the table.

“Your heartbeat. *Your*! Heartbeat. Argh! Rocks in my brain! Terminal rocks!” Zeet exclaimed, causing both Casper and Qik to grin as an apparent mystery was solved for him. The poor geek looked genuinely annoyed as he glared at the ceiling.

“So it’s not an issue?” Asked Qik.

“Huh! Hardly. It means he doesn’t run hot, but has access to power when he needs it. Works well with the rest of my plans.”

“Go on, you’ve ideas, I’m listening.” Casper said, grimacing as he slugged another mouthful of the drink down. It seemed to burn less with the third gulp.

“Chest we go for power. Your spine mount, I suggest an advanced booster. It does mean you’re more vulnerable. One hit to your back and you’ve lost your main defence; not being where they fired at.” The geckin suggested, shrugging with the admission.

“I mean if we’re engaging at range, I can move out of the way of the rounds, right?” Casper offered, looking to Qik for confirmation. She pulled a face and shook her head, her ears flopping with the movement.

“Two problems with that; unreliable reactions and no one uses slug rounds anymore.” She explained. Casper frowned, specifically remembering a fairly solid round tearing through his chest not less than 24 hours ago.

“What do you mean? The geckins do?” He pointed out, rudely pointing at Zeet who could care less as he tilted his head back, finishing off his own glass. He spoke next, pulling Casper’s attention.

“We’re an exception, not a rule. The ursidains also use solid projectiles, but only when they’re firing a heavy hitter. Energy weapons are the name of the game these days. Most see solid projectiles as ‘old’, in the sense of ‘museum piece’ old.” Zeet offered honestly.

Casper thought that was strange, solid projectiles were reliable, but this wasn’t his world. This was a galaxy in a vastly different period of their history than Earth was. He shook his head to clear his mind.

“Okay fine, keep mobile. What about arms and legs? What about weapons?” He pressed, almost looking forward to hearing what toys Zeet was offering.

“Legs wise, again, I’d go for speed. Extra vents for additional jet exhausts. Rather than running, you’ll end up ‘skating’ around the enemy. Good luck keeping up with you. You’ll need it too.” Zeet offered.

“Are the enemies quick?” Casper asked.

“Fairly. Spider-Technicals.” Qik responded.

“What are they?”

“Heavy armour, focused laser beam for their main cannon. Prolonged targeting will thermal shock the armour that gets hit, burrowing through whatever it's shooting at. The tanks are mobile, capable of keeping line of sight on their target and climbing up and around buildings to do so. The intention is to have a small army of them and they just overwhelm any target that approaches.” The lopel explained, polishing off her own glass and gesturing with her hands, as if she were spreading a model army out in front of her.

“So keep circling them?” Casper suggested.

“And they’ll have to track you. We keep you light and mobile, they focus on you…” Qik went on, trailing off to allow Casper to finish the thought.

“...And you take them out while their back is turned.” The young man concluded, nodding at the idea. He could be bait, he didn’t even have to fight. Just wave his arms in the air and keep their attention.

“He’s a fast learner.” Zeet pointed out, nodding to Casper but looking to Qik. She merely grinned and returned to her ‘arms crossed’ posture, smugness radiating off her.

“Thanks to his teacher.”

Zeet was less than sure.

“Mm. Sure.” He blinked slowly and turned his head back to the huma before opening them again. “Arms wise, we have options.“

“I did consider a plasma thrower, but it's heavy and drains a lot of power during charge up. Good against another mech, less so for tanks. We have similar options like sniper beams, but same thing. Line of sight and you’d need to be still.”

“So what would you suggest?”

“If we are going with this plan, we should actually keep you lightly armed. How do you feel about a solid sword?”

“Solid? But what about my lightsaber!”

“No, too draining. If we’re keeping you as fast as we intend, we need you using 100% of your reactor’s output. A solid sword, atomised edge, you’ll still be dangerous. Lightweight metal, no drain on your resources, there's no downsides besides no range. But that's not an issue this time.”

“Atomised edge?” Casper asked, just checking for clarification. Zeet nodded and hastened to explain before moving on.

“An edge a few atoms thick. Blunts faster, but realistically, this is a blitz, you’re not going to be out there long enough to need to worry about that.”

“What could I cut through?”

“Anything with enough force behind your swing. Do *not* touch the edge with any part of yourself.” The geckin demanded with a serious tone and an accusing finger. Casper held his hands up in mock surrender.

“Yes sir.”

Zeet merely nodded. Qik remained quietly thinking as she scratched her own chin.

“So, speed, speed, speed?” Casper summarised.

“Quite so. Qik, I trust you will just select your weapons as normal?” Zeet asked, turning to the lopel as he sat himself in a chair. The merc merely nodded and lay her palm up as if presenting her idea.

“I’m going for a swarm missile rig. If it’s just technicals, I don’t need anything else.” She explained with a carless shrug.

“Swarm missile?” Casper prodded.

“Line of sight lock on, you fire the swarm and they fire up into the air before raining down on the tanks. Doesn’t matter if they’re crawling on or around buildings. They’ll punch through their armour. The downside is I need to see them to lock on, which sucks when LOS works both ways.” Qik went on, but then leaned forward to emphasize her words. .

“Buuut…” She drawled.

“But if they’re looking at me, that doesn’t matter.” Casper replied, grinning back at the lopel. She held his gaze a moment longer than needed before straightening and giving him her approval.

“Attaboy.”

Casper considered his options, and turned back to Zeet.

“So a sword? Nothing else?” He asked.

Zeet, his hands on his head, turned the chair to face the larger human.

“Did you have something else in mind?”

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A Hidden Danger pt2

After a few solid minutes of Nellion's continuous alien swearing, they turn back to look at Carrion. The poor human left out a soft nervous chuckle as the predatory eyes of Nellion stared deep into Carrion's darkened visor. Trish placed her hand between the two while Tur gently placed his gloved paw onto Nellion's shoulder.

"It was an accident. None of us could've known that the door would break." Tur rumbled through their speaker, pulling Nellion closer to their stomach. "We just need to find a way to open the door from this side."

"Right. Carrion, because you got us into this, go find a prybar or...something!" Nellion ordered with a very obvious hint of agitation. Carrion reared his head back as if he was just hit.

"My fault?! None of you needed to come in besides Trish because of her job. I'm going to find a generator so we can leave WITHout damaging this place more!" Carrion turns 180° before marching down the hallway. Trish gave a small glare at the rude, suited cat. Her cloven boots clicked loudly against the grating, letting Carrion know she was behind him.

Nellion hissed in agitation as the two were swallowed by the endless darkness. "Let's find something to hope the door with." Tur rumbled as the two would turn down a side corridor, away from the clopping from Trish's hooves.

Once out of earshot, "So you used to work with them?" Carrion asked, breaking the silence, besides the dull hum from their lights. Trish stayed quiet for a few moments, thinking.

"... Yeah. I did a few years ago. Before I met you in the Guardian program." She opened a sidedoor before groaning as it was an empty office room. "It wasn't a long time, but we did get along for the most part."

"Yeah? The last expedition you went on with them, anything interesting happened?" Carrion asks as he turns back to look at her before stopping at a door with a sign that the universal translator glitches and jumples up the works beyond comprehension.

"Uh, I would say less interesting and more scaring. The last one I went on was the reason why we have the H.E.N.S.."

"Yeah? If it's okay for me to ask, what happened?" Carrion asks in a curious tone while trying to sound comforting to his Guardian. She shakes her head softly, metaphorically shaking the memories out.

"No offense, Carrion, but I don't feel comfortable talking about it." She spook with a somber tone the first Carrion has properly heard from her.

"Let's drop that conversation chain then!" Carrion spoke with a hint of strain in voice. Trish turns to look at Carrion, who was trying to now brute force the stuck door. She raises an eyebrow as she goes to help before the door screeches loudly, echoing through the hallway.

"Anything in there?" She asks as peers in with Carrion. Carrion was silent as the two found the petrified remains of a large melted body, fused to the floor and looking like it was reaching towards the ceiling with a clawed hand, now removed of most flesh.

Carrion's light slowly raised up as a drop of something fell onto the hand and 'sizzled' through it. An all black, chitin covered, scorpion like creature stared at Carrion, now recoiling from the sudden light on it.

"Uh... yeah. RUN!" Carrion shouts in a panic right as Trish wraps her suited arm around his waist and yanked him against her chest. This caused him to avoid a stinger that punctured a half a foot wide hole into the grating. Trish lifts him up over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes and begins to just bolt down the explored corridor.

The strange scorpion like creature brutally breaks through the door frame as it lets out a high-pitched screech. Tapping of its chitinous feet were following behind her, slowly gaining. She continues to pass by door covered in alien gibberish, and the deeper they get into the corridor, the more carnage is laid bare.

"I hate this planet!" Carrion states in rage as he looks up to see how far away the creature is. Upon getting light on it, it screams in agony before slowly as it recoils. He blinks before grinning widely. "HEY! Trish? Does the H.E.N.S. have a brighten light function?!" He asks as they make a turn, Trish's boots sliding on the strange tile.

"Yeah! Large door incoming! Brace!" Trish shouts as she continues to rush at full speed, bringing her right shoulder to break through the door. The creature turns the corner, still chasing after them only to meet with a flash bang of a sudden light change. It collapsed in a writhing mass of flailing claws.

Trish winced as she shoulder checked the door. The door opened as the original barricade that kept it closed collapsed from her strength. She clenched her right hand as her arm was more than likely hurt, if not broken.

In the room laid more corpses of similar horrific deaths to the first. A large center pillar stood, covered in screens and a large web of cables connecting the top elsewhere unseen. Large rust covered statues completely covered the walls in little arched alcoves.

Carrion jolts in surprise as the creature had let out an earpiercing scream that rattles some of the old debri from the now broken barricade. Trish turned and grabbed a piece of debri that she could wield singlehandedly.

Right as the creature entered the doorway, its tail is about to strike. All the screens on the center tower flicker to life, and the lights follow suit. It screeches in pain as it goes out into the hallway and bursts into the ceiling.

"Power up finished, generator repairs needed soon. Octarus online. Systems need immediate attention.."

After a few moments, a blue eye appeared on the screens. "Greetings...Organics?" The voice from the screens sounded almost hopeful. "Oh, joyous day by the creators! I have new pups to take care of!"

"I'm sorry, what?" Carrion asked as Trish looked also as befuddled the voice but was keeping an eye out at the ceiling.

"I am Octarus, but you pups may call me mother or mommy." Octarus spoke in a gleeful tone as the screen focused on Trish for a moment. "Oh no, you are hurt! Was it that annoying pest that harmed all my old pups?"

"The creature that hates the light? Not technically, I hurt myself getting in here and protecting my Carrion." Trish spoke as the eye focused on Carrion, and he gave a nervous grin under his helmet.

The color of the eye began to turn red as Trish stepped in front of Carrion. The statues began to shift as their eyes in their fox like head begun to glow red. "Children, excute that annoying thorn in my side."

The statues, now robots, begin to step out from their arches, with another robot appearing behind them. They begin to march to the door in synchronization, and they turn to look at Trish and Carrion before moving past. The first one after the door climbs into the damaged ceiling and disappears from view.

"Don't worry. Mommy will protect you adorable pups~."

C&C is welcome! This will be the last of the hidden danger! Ya'll are getting left with a cliffhanger and mommy Dom A.I. with nothing you can do about it! *evil laugh*

#cuddleverse #conservationverse #fanfic #hfy #humans are space orcs

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