#very exhausted and overcome with human emotion

[slices-of-naranja]

do any of my friends know the love I carry in every word i say to them. When I add too many words, drag on a joke that’s over, when I message them despite the fact the conversation barely ended five minutes ago? every word i speak is an intimacy that’s laced with outright adoration for them as people and all the little details that make them who they are. Do you know I love you? Do y’all know how much of you I try to commit to memory? How much I try to make you smile? do y’all know the love I feel for you?

#ignore this I am just being philosophical and queer #very exhausted and overcome with human emotion #the human experience as pack animals is so fascinating #also fucked up friend emotions bc I’m aroace #and friendships mean so much to me #i am so sleepy #aromantic #asexual #aspec #asexuality #aromantism #queer platonic love #platonic love #i love you #friendship #late night emotions #alterous yearning #shouting into the void #free form poetry #poem

[imaginecolby]

Friends with Benefits || Part Eight - The First Few Months

"colby, honey, could you grab me another towel!" you called from the bathroom.

"yes, yes! just a sec." you heard him call back from the nursery. lucas unfortunately just had a huge blow out, and you immediately put him in the bath. colby quickly arrived in the bathroom, another towel in hand.

"thank you, sweet. someone decided he was going to pull his nice clean towel into the bath with him, so now it's soaked." you teased, shooting a look at lucas. he recognized your unserious expression and immediately started cackling. "don't you laugh at me, mister!" you jokingly scolded him, poking his belly. he started laughing louder, your heart swelling at the sound.

"i don't think i can ever punish him. he's too cute." you pouted at colby.

"he shit on your pants." colby said, pointing to your thigh and stifling a laugh.

"what else is new?" you shrugged. you finished lucas' bath, and colby took him to get dressed, allowing you to take a shower yourself. once you were done, and changed, you put a small load of laundry on before meeting the boys in the living room. colby was feeding him on the couch, and you sat down next to them, resting your head on colby's shoulder.

these last few months were a huge adjustment, but you and colby were making it happen. you fell into a quick routine that was comfortable for the both of you. it was lucky that you and colby were both able to take these first few months to focus on the baby and setting your routine, because you knew it was going to be much harder if either of you was having to go through it alone.

but lucas had been such a good baby. he ate and slept well, and he hadn't really kept you up all that much. he cried very infrequently, but when he did, he wailed. fortunately, you learned quickly that was only the case when he needed a clean diaper, and were alway quick to change him.

most of your nights were spent at home, with the exception of doctors appointments. you had friends coming over periodically, to see the baby and check on you and colby, which was always nice. the first night sam came over, it started out like any normal night, but ended up being quite emotional.

"god, i can't believe he's real. i had a hard time believing this when you first told me y/n was pregnant. but holding him here, he feels like a little doll." sam breathed out a laugh, lucas resting comfortably in his arms.

"yeah, we felt that when we first brought him home. but after about the zillionth diaper, the realness set in." colby laughed.

"this is definitely TMI, but i think the realness set in for me the first time he bit my nipple. that was unpleasant." you said, walking over to sam and handing him a bottle. sam began feeding him, and lucas quickly took the bottle into his mouth. "he's very attached."

"he gets that from me." colby teased, pulling you into the couch with him.

"okay, i know this is your house, but i'm right here." sam said, feigning nausea.

"sorry. our filters are broken, given the exhaustion." you laughed along with colby. sam just shook his head, turning his attention back to lucas in his arms. 

"i hope you show a bit more discretion than your parents." sam said to him. just then, you heard a small toot. "awe, c'mon dude." sam laughed. you all sat there silently as sam continued feeding lucas, and were suddenly overcome with emotion.

"i am so proud of you both. i know your relationship did not get off to the most normal start, and you had some shocking changes to it. but you stepped up and made it work. you've got such a great kid here and i know you're going to continue to raise him into a wonderful human."

"sam." you said with a pout, fighting tears.

"i mean it! especially with you." he said, turning his attention to colby. "we've grown up together, and getting to see my best friend grow into a father is amazing. i can't wait to watch you become the great dad you're destined to be. i konw you'ce always wanted a family, and i'm so glad that i get to be here with you while you're starting it."

"i love you, man." colby said to him. you got up to take lucas from sam, and stood back as he and colby shared a tight hug. you were so glad that sam was as supportive towards colby as he'd always been. and you were glad that he'd become such a great friend to you as well. you knew he was going to be a great uncle to your baby, and lucas was going to be so lucky to have sam by his side.

#colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby brock fanfic #colby brock fanfiction #colby brock imagines #colby brock x reader #fwb

[ceapa-mica]

Grand Admiral Thrawn - The SFW Alphabet 🦋

This is the counterpart to my NSFW alphabet. Thank you all so much for reading my works, that means so much to me! 🥹

Reader's gender is not mentioned.

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Thrawn is not a pda kinda person. He rather shows his affection in acts of service. Behind closed doors he has to get used to physical affection at first. It starts with his hand resting a bit longer on your back than usual, and you go from brief hugs to cuddling up with him in a matter of weeks. Thrawn finds that he enjoys holding you close to his heart.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Having Thrawn as your bestie comes with certain advantages. He would take you to art exhibitions, museums and concerts. He is a loyal friend to have, and he sees your potential. He will make sure you become the best version of yourself you can be. That does not only apply to your work, but for your personality too. Thrawn helps you overcome your insecurities and encourages you to try new things. Being friends with him makes you stronger in so many ways. Your friendship would probably start when you work under his command, that's how you meet, and he's intrigued by you from the very beginning.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Chiss in general are not big on showing physical affection. He will get used to it for you though, but only in private. If you share a bed both of you have a way better sleep when cuddled up together.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He never thought about settling down. It seemed impossible for him, given his rank and very busy lifestyle. Then he met you, and once you are in a relationship, it won’t take long for the thought of settling down to cross his mind for the first time. As for cooking and cleaning, there are droids for both tasks aboard the Chimera. That doesn't mean he can't do it himself, he just doesn't have to, and I don't picture him being a five star cook, just good enough to cook simple meals and not burning them. He could learn if he wants to though, if he set his mind to it, but he's way too busy with his job and all.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would bluntly say that he wants to end things and why. He keeps his emotions in check as usual. No drama with tears on his side.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He would have to be sure he's with the right person first. He's also very busy, means you should have spent enough time together before he even considers proposing to you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically he's very gentle, he would never hurt you on purpose. Emotionally he can be blunt sometimes. He says what needs to be said and doesn't sugarcoat it. Apart from that, he always makes sure you feel loved and appreciated.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

After getting used to hugging you, he seeks out the warmth of your embrace more often than not in private. He's sensitive, feeling you against him with your scent filling his nose gives him an instant serotonin boost. He needs that in his otherwise dull Imperial life. Chiss have a higher body temperature than humans, therefore his hugs are always warm. He's likely taller than you, so when he hugs you, you feel an almost overwhelming feeling of safety and belonging, like you're wrapped in a warm blanket that smells so good.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Oh boy, it takes some time. You will probably be the one who has to say it first. I imagine Thrawn hasn’t had many partners and doesn't want to scare you off declaring his feelings for you. Once you tell him you love him he will either say it right back or needs some time to process your words first and then tells you when you least expect it. Please be patient with him. He's an autistic Chiss and putting his emotions into words can be a bit hard for him at times.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Anyone can get jealous and Thrawn is no exception. However, he doesn't express his jealousy with toxic behavior. He simply reminds you what he has to offer, spending as much extra time with you as his stressful job allows him to.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His lips are surprisingly soft and his kisses mostly turn from gentle to deep and passionate. He enjoys the taste of you on his tongue, whether from your mouth or your skin. He has all the sweet spots on your body memorized and vice versa. He loves when you tug on his hair while kissing him.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Nobody would expect the stoic Grand Admiral to be good with children, but you're in for a surprise. Thrawn listens to them, takes what they say seriously, and shows his softer side around them that only very few people have seen. He doesn't know how to play with them though. Games would have to be explained to him if the rules aren't obvious. He would actually be a good father.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

In the Imperial Navy you get up early. No problem for Thrawn since he doesn't require much sleep, but when you share a bed with him he would rather hold you and spoil you in bed until noon. He has important matters that require his attention though, so the typical morning starts with taking a shower together and a cup of caf before you start your day.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

A SFW night with him includes lots of cuddling, you reading a holonovel in bed or watching holodramas while he's working on his datapad until long after you've fallen asleep in his arms, and whispered words of affection in a mix of Basic and Cheunh. Thrawn is always the big spoon, no question.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Thrawn is a very private person. When it comes to himself, his heritage and his people, he is careful how much he reveals about it to others. It takes time to gain his trust, but gradually he opens up. Again, be patient with him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Thrawn is a very patient man. Patient and disciplined. Even if he gets angry, he's not someone who would yell or throw a temper tantrum. He can be angry and hide it behind that indifferent facade he keeps up. To be honest, the only thing that gets him riled up like that are Krennic’s antics. He finds that man insufferable.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Thrawn takes mental notes of everything. Tbh I think sometimes he doesn't even realize he's doing it. You are important to him, so he puts an extra effort into remembering what you like and dislike, and every bit of information he learns about you is filed away in his mind.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

It's the moment he realizes you sincerely care about him. Not just about him as a Grand Admiral, but as a person. You listen to him, even when he talks about art for hours, you are curious about him, and ask his opinion about things that don't involve military strategies. You see beyond his beneficial skill set and truly love him - Mitth’raw’nuruodo - a simple man who just happens to have an extraordinary mind.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

This man would protect you with his life. That's why he's reluctant about admitting his feelings to you at first, because it makes your relationship a thing. Being in a relationship with Thrawn puts a target on your back. To keep you safe he keeps you close, and your relationship must remain a secret until it's more serious.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Since Thrawn has everything memorized, you can expect him to never forget anniversaries, dates and tasks. You need to be flexible though, his job can get in the way last minute more often than not. Thrawn knows what you like and has an exquisite taste, so when you receive a gift from him it's either something you have wished for or something you didn't know you needed. Any gifts you receive are of practical or valuable nature - never anything trashy or too common.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He has trouble relaxing after work sometimes, which leads to him keeping some of that ‘I’m a Grand Admiral, I’m in charge’ mentality outside work. It's not getting toxic though, you just have to remind him when he's doing it. He will apologize and try to relax. In a relationship you are equal partners after all.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Thrawn keeps his looks impeccable during working hours. He has his routine, keeping up a neat appearance. Away from work in his quarters you won't find him in his pristine white uniform though. That's when he wears a black tank top, loose sweatpants, no shoes and his usually slicked-back hair is a bit disheveled. (You love running your hands through those soft blue-black strands)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Look, until he met you Thrawn was convinced he didn't need anyone by his side. The only thing he missed was his home - the Chiss Ascendency. When he fell in love with you his feelings and priorities shifted. He tried everything not to get attached to you, and told himself these feelings would pass if he ignored them. Oh how wrong he was. You've come a long way since then and Thrawn has accepted that it's you who completes him. Without you by his side it feels like a part of himself is missing. He hates that feeling, especially on campaigns away from you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Thrawn is very tidy. He will never leave a mess anywhere, and always puts objects back to where they belong. Same goes for his appearance of course. Lint on his white uniform is a no-no for him.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

In general he dislikes disobedience by subordinates in his job since it can cause his plans to fail, and with it entire missions. It's quite obvious that he's against the Empire’s xenophobia. In a partner he would never accept someone who's xenophobic or finds him attractive just because he's an alien. Disloyalty and dishonesty are also a big turnoff for him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He prefers sleeping with you in his arms being the big spoon. He could listen to your heartbeat for hours, it helps him relax. Thrawn doesn’t require much sleep though.

I hope you enjoyed this little alphabet as much as I enjoyed writing it. 💙

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[codenameredkrystalmatrix]

Emotional Breakdowns- Pillarmen Headcannons

In your moments of vulnerability, they'd care for you in their distinct ways.

Santana

He's seen this coming a mile away. Your shoulders are tense, your breathing has gotten heavy, and you've been stomping up and down the place for the past two weeks. He's come to understand that killing problems doesn't exactly work in this time, so he waits until you're ready to face things.

He analyses quickly, and can easily find at least six possible approaches to the problem within one minute of hearing it. But those solutions often come before you're quite done working through your emotions. But Santana is nothing if not adaptable, so he gets much better with time. And if you just need a shoulder to cry on, he can do that too.

"As long as my presence helps, I will stay with you."

Wamuu

Did he act dishonourably to you as of late? He would never do that. He was sure there was no tension between you two directly, but there was still something wrong. He'll try to ease it out of you every minute you're alone together. If there was one thing he could tell about someone, it was when they were coiled to strike. It isn't healthy to stay like that for too long. It wears on weak and strong spirits alike.

At last, he offers training together- it's helpful to him, after all. But it doesn't go as well as it normally does. Your form is off- you can't focus-every punch becomes less coordinated. You eventually fall to the floor, a mess of sweat, tears and many different kinds of pain. He kneels, kissing the top of your head and kneading your shoulders. He doesn't understand why human interaction has to become so complicated (or how to best navigate it), but he can be there to see you through it. He and his all-encompassing hugs.

"You will overcome this, little warrior."

Esidisi

Your snappishness and irritation hurt him deeply. Where is his ray of sunshine? Why won't you talk to him? He tries so very hard to get you to open up, eyes brimming with confusion and pain. And when you see his genuine concern, you can't hold it back anymore. You pace, shout and go on righteous rants about the situation together. There's no need to explain what you're feeling. He understands, and doesn't feel for you, but with you.

If your final release needs to be through crying, he becomes the most affectionate of all. He'll wrap his arms around you and kiss every tear of yours away while his own flow down your skin. You've both...just about forgotten you needed to deal with the problem, but that will get done another day. In that moment, you're being cuddled as Esidisi does everything in his power to see that smile again.

"My light, let me bear your pain."

Kars

He gets irritated. You both came to the understanding that communication was needed for this to work. Why weren't you upholding your end of the bargain? But he restrains himself. Humans are delicate creatures- his love even more so. He can be patient.

Once you're ready to talk to him, he clears his entire schedule to ensure you're watched over by the only one he trusts to do so- himself. After letting you cry as much as you needed to, he sits with you and methodically runs through what comes to his mind. Some of his solutions are...less than ethical, to say the least. And it gets exhausting for you to think through them all. But as a way forward reveals itself, relief replaces the fatigue. At the end of things, he spoils you with the best gifts money can buy.

"I will not have you managing such things alone, beloved.

#jjba #x reader #reader insert #fluff #jjba wamuu #kars #esidisi #santana jjba #angst #light angst

[meshlasolus]

House Of Memories (19/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: lil spicy, but not rlly. Fluff, lil ansgt if u squint. thots

Summary: Obi-Wan begins to think about you differently, good thing you have the simplest distraction to keep him from those thoughts.

A/n: is it getting hot in here? yeah it's definitely getting hot in here ima crank the ac

Words: 1.4k

The man you had come to Scarif to find, and capture had been put in restraints and locked in a small holding cell on the ship, and though you were all ready to leave this planet, Obi-Wan had suggested to lay over for the night, to take a rest and to regroup before the morning.

You were perfectly fine with his decision, racing him back to the room you had been given, and not waiting a second after the door was opened before jumping onto the bed, face first. If the council saw you doing this, they would be very grumpy, but they weren't here. Just Obi-Wan, and even though he normally wasn't as tolerant of stupidity, he held back a chuckle at your antics, shaking his head.

"And here I thought you'd been tired," he shrugged off his robe and hung it by the door, catching yours after you threw it to him and did the same.

"I am tired."

Your giggling fit of exhaustion should have proven that. You remember a time when Anakin came home late like this, laughing his head off and waking you up. You now understood the struggle of fighting against the drunkenness of being so tired.

"Go get ready for bed, and please do try to be quiet. I don't want to deal with complaints in the morning," he ushered you into the 'fresher with your change of clothes, rolling his eyes as you seemed to be stuttering your steps.

Once the door was shut, he quickly changed himself, heaving a breath and letting it out.

He was having a hard time with you, or specifically being around you since the scene in the nightclub. The way you handled yourself was remarkable, truly he was proud of you, he was. But when that Twi'lek girl was talking to you, he realized how truly innocent you were.

She is a pure jedi, never to be had before in her life.

He taught you well, letting you know of the ways of the worlds, but even though you knew of these things, you'd never done them. You'd never been touched, barely been kissed, and only because it was, he who was foolish enough to let his emotions for you overcome him. He couldn't help it, he loved you. Loving you had been a very innocent thing until tonight. Until tonight he was content to share the forehead kisses, hold you close to him after a nightmare, or when you felt scared, or even just when you were lonely and missing Anakin.

It was all different, now. He knew however little experience he had; it he still knew what it was like. To feel someone that close to you, so intimately. He was sure at one point in his life he was in love, but oh how he was wrong. He grew out of it but remembered the only thing clouding his mind was lust. The need to be felt by another human being, to be tangled with them and to give and receive pleasure.

You were unknowledgeable about such things and could not possibly crave it. He was being foolish to think about it, now... but what if you ever asked him? You'd been plenty comfortable to ask him private things before, and he was always comfortable to answer you. If you came to him for answers after tonight, he wasn't so sure it would be just another conversation. Would he tell you it is an activity meant for those who are in love? For those who desire a casual partner? He didn't want to tell you that, not ever. He didn't want to risk you taking it to heart and finding someone who didn't care about you. Not like he cared about you.

He wanted to tell you it was an act of love so deep, that only those who are connected mind and soul would be able to achieve its truest benefits. Perhaps he would, and perhaps you would understand, that no one else was good enough for you. You would know that they could never come close because you were not connected so beautifully.

It pained him to think about this, because he should absolutely not be having a thought like this. He could be expelled from the Jedi order if the council even caught whiff of his thoughts right now.

He couldn't help it, though. The image of you wrapped around him, emitting the sweetest noises while he made the softest, most gentle love to you that anyone had ever before. He couldn't shake it, that perhaps you might one day trust him enough to love you like that, so deeply, and with a purity that was only found in stories.

He was brought out of his thoughts when you stumbled out of the fresher, still laughing, but trying to stop, and huffing silent giggles under your breath. You collapsed on the bed, and he figured that yes, sleep is exactly what he needed to clear his mind. Sleep always refreshed him, and gave him better focus, but it also helped to wipe away bad or unwanted thoughts from the day before.

"Do you need help to calm down?" he sat on the edge of the bed, awaiting an answer, but the most you could do without chuckling was nod very quickly.

He pressed his hand to your head, trying to ease your signature's hyperactivity with the calmness of his own. It took a few seconds for your head to wrap around the serenity you felt, but soon after he was done, you felt yourself be at ease. You were taking deep and steady breaths now.

Obi-Wan tucked the sheets around you before walking around to the other side and slipping in beside you, adjusting his position until he was comfortable with his back facing you. Normally he wouldn't mind being turned around, gazing at your features or playing with your hair until he dozed off, but tonight he only wanted to try and rid himself of the very inappropriate thoughts he was having a small bit earlier.

He closed his eyes, ready to meditate himself to sleep if he needed to, but a shiver went down his spine upon the hand that came into his own strawberry blonde strands.

"Your hair feels softer than it looks," you admitted, not that there was anything wrong with it, but it was probably several years before he last cut it, and the ends must have been needing a trim for a while.

"How does it look?" he suddenly became very self-conscious about it, even if that was not your intention.

"It looks good, just maybe a bit dead on the ends."

The fact that your opinion of his hair was so important to him was a little shocking. Why did he care so much about what you thought? And why of all things, about his hair?

"I suppose I need to find a new style, then," he was tempted to roll over, to play with the lovely locks of your hair, to tell you how lovely it looked when you walked through a windy area. He decided it was best not to do that, especially when he was still trying to quiet other thoughts he had of you.

"Maybe something you haven't done before," you suggested, ready to list a few things off the top of your head.

"What did you have in mind?"

You hummed in consideration before listing something you'd thought about.

"How about you keep it longer on the top, and shorter on the sides and the back?" your hand did a good job of showing him the areas you described as you spoke. He didn't know exactly what it would look like, nor did he care. He would probably do it just because you thought it would look nice. "I think it would go well with your beard, complement it even."

Now he knew, he was cutting his hair. He wanted to look at himself in the mirror every day and be reminded that you thought he looked good. He never cared for his looks. Knew he had them, sure, but never payed much mind to them.

"I'm sure you're right," he reached he hand up, grabbing yours at the side of his head and bringing it around to kiss your palm. He laid it back where he found it, and you continued to shuffle through the soft strands. "Goodnight, little one."

"Night, Obi."

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[friendly-alien-fucker]

Hey could i request a human who doesn't show much emotion one day has an emotional break down and is comforted by their yautja partner

Your Yautja comforting you during a breakdown

Thank you so much for this request, @oreothetree25 ! This was a lot of fun to write and I really tried my best at this. I hope you like it!

Warnings: mention of blood, a little bit of fighting, lots of crying and even more comfort. There's also a small amount of cursing in here.

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There weren't a lot of things that could disturb you. And even as you met your mate, and got introduced to the world of hunters, of killing other sentient and non-sentient beings- you never broke your facade.

This was one of the reasons your mate admired you so much. They always had great respect for humans, as inventors but also as fighters. They weren't stupid, they had heard the stories. Your species was quite dangerous if driven into a corner or presented with a certain goal.

But still, they usually were very fearful while doing so. Usually they tried to overcome that fear by overconfidence, but not you. No matter how difficult the situation, you somehow seemed to always have a calm expression, always being the rational one that got them out of that rough spot.

But while this might be an asset during battle, it was more of a burden during social encounters. People never understood how you could always stay so cold when they were joking around, or keep a straight face when somebody was trying to step on your nerves. Your mate, admittedly, did not understand either. But they were glad you seemed to be comfortable by their side, even with all these difficulties in your way.

But one evening, after an especially exhausting encounter with another species, they got to see a different side of you.

You were getting back to their ship, weapons in tow and blood soaking your clothes and hair. You had lost multiple of your hounds and you were running low on food as well as the creature you'd fought against didn't give you enough time to hunt, or even ate what little you'd caught before you had the chance to.

You were dirty, you were tired, and you were not in the mood for another thing going wrong today.

But as usual, what you wish for is often not what you get. Which is why you could only glare at the younger Yautja snarling at you from across the corridor.

Your mate was currently storing away your weapons and doing some rough cleaning on the trophy you two brought home, and you were headed for one of the deliciously deep and warm bathtubs they had on the ship. And you knew how much other Yautja loved to get in your space when your mate wasn't around to stop them.

So, what will it be today? You mentally sighed, trying not to shift your eyes to the ground as you made your way past them. They put a hand on your shoulder, and due to their strength, your body stopped dead in it's tracks.

"They're not here to protect you anymore?" They clicked in amusement, eyeing you up and down in what was probably an attempt at intimidating you. But you simply looked up at them, trying to get them to continue with their rant about how Yautja are So Superior to humans and how you don't deserve to mate their species, so you could continue to your destination.

This obviously pissed them off as they roughly pushed you against the wall, holding a hand against your throat but not squeezing. They glared down at you, flaring their mandibles and letting out a roar that was almost pathetic compared to what your mate could sound like.

"I could break your little skull with one hand, ooman," they growled, digging their claws into your jaw for show. You hissed at the pain of your already sore body being assaulted further, and tried shoving their arm away, though they only gripped you harder.

They moved up to hold you against the wall with one hand now, and you struggled to breathe as they looked at you with amusement in their eyes.

"stop it..." You huffed out, trying to kick them in the face but they caught your leg with ease. You got louder. "I said stop it! Let me go, now!"

"Without them, you are nothing. Look at you. You are barely a child and still-"

They flinched as you bit them with all your might, allowing you to use the that gap in their concentration to wriggle your way out of their hands and land on the ground in front of them. "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" You all but screamed at them, surely alerting the others on the ship, but you didn't care.

Without waiting for a response from the stranger, you picked the towel you had dropped during the encounter, and ran in the direction of your favorite bath- the smallest one, in one of the backrooms, meant for a single Yautja but that could hold at least three average size humans. You needed to relax, and you needed to do so alone.

In peace, and in quiet, and... wait.

Were you crying?

You stopped in front of the large door. The corridor was empty, thankfully. As you really didn't want anyone to see you right now. You wiped your face and looked down at your dirtied hands. Tears. Had those been there before? You must've not noticed.

You finally let out that sigh you'd been holding all day, and a sob right with it. It had been so long since you last cried. The sensation felt strange, but oddly pleasant.

You stood there for at least ten minutes, silently sniffing and wiping away your tears only for them to come back again, when you felt something warm behind you. You didn't need to turn around, you knew who it was from the way they were looking at you.

Shaking your head in an attempt to calm down, you slowly looked over your shoulder, trying to keep the same expression as always. But you knew very well you were not fooling anyone.

"Would you... Would you like to bathe with me?" You asked, your voice hoarse and shaky.

They simply opened the door in response and you stepped inside, relief instantly washing over you as the warm air hit your body.

Without a word, your mate made quick work of your clothing and you let them, before doing the same with theirs. With a big hand on your back, they guided you into the tub, your back to them as you two relaxed into the water together. It was quiet, something you welcomed. But you could still feel their eyes on you.

"You were quick with the cleanup today." you attempted at smalltalk, but they were quick to stop you.

"Y/n, why were you crying at the door."

"..."

You tried to distract yourself by washing your arms, your shaking hands not doing much in convincing them as you tried sounding as nonchalant as possible.

"It's just something humans do sometimes, don't worry about it."

"I do worry about you." They said, wrapping their arms around you and pressing you into them, loud purring erupting from their chest. "I worry so much that you're not well."

They pressed their face into your neck, placing phantom kisses along it as they massaged any kinks you might have out of your skin.

"And I worry so much that you are hiding it from me..."

a sob.

"That you will try to carry these burdens all on your own..."

Another sob.

"You are hurting your mate."

Without much effort they unraveled you in their arms, reducing you to a crying mess. Tears mixing together with the water beneath you as you leaned back and let them wash and untangle your hair with their claws.

"I'm sorry..." you tried to tell them "I'm so so sorry...." but they didn't listen.

They only held you. Closer and closer with each tear that fell, and with each plea to let you go, to let you suffer alone, they simply increased the strength with which they held you.

And slowly your tears stopped falling, sobs now nothing more than shaky breaths as the tiredness took complete hold of your body once more. Their purring hadn't quieted down yet, still vibrating against your back like the world's most comfortable massage chair, and they went to hold your hand in theirs.

"Thank you." Is all you could say, and they hummed in response. Seeing them this relaxed was certainly something you could get used to. But for now you settled on closing your eyes and letting yourself drift away, knowing those arms that are holding onto you now, will not let go of you any time soon.

#alien #alien vs predator #yautja #slasher #💚original post💚 #yautja x reader #the predator #alien x reader #alien x human #alien lover #monster love #monster comfort #yautja x human #fluff #yautja fluff #wholesome

[thegamingcatmom]

Feral!Denalis be like-

Feral!sisters playing a game of cat(s) and mouse with you as they chase you through the woods, cackling like mad, encouraging you to "Keep going, little one~!", while simultaneously snarling and snapping their teeth at each other because "Mine!", and what makes this even worse is the fact they could probably snap your neck with their little finger at any time and they´re simply choosing not to (yet), because you look absolutely ravishing getting yourself all worked up—

"Oh my~" one of them purred at you. From where, you couldn´t locate. They seemed to be everywhere yet nowhere at once. It was terrifying.

It´s not like you´d stand the slightest of chances against a demon, let alone three. So, all that´s left to do is continue playing their game, because you dread to think about what might happen if you don´t.

As they finally got you cornered, you could only pray to god (and hope he´s willing to listen) that your end will be swift and painless—

"Aww~, you did so well, maličký!" and baring those sharp teeth at you, red eyes staring into your very soul, daring you to make another move, perhaps even hoping for it, judging by their glow. But—

...What?

Chiming laughter fills the air then, and your mind can´t quite grasp the fact that something so terrible was capable of producing something so lovely.

You also couldn´t bring yourself to feel insulted at their blatant mocking of you. You really had other things to worry about right now, eyes flitting between the three of them, wondering, dreading—

Was this yet another game?

"Katrina." the one positioned in the middle rumbled, prompting the woman in question to let out a snarl of her own, albeit more out of reflex apparently, as it seemed to just... cut off soon after it started. "Calm yourself. You more than had your fun today. Look at her, the poor thing~"

You couldn´t not notice the mocking undertone, a glint in those red eyes.

It was another game, then. Great.

Just as you were contemplating simply making a run for it, because even death seemed more appealing compared to this torture—

"Ah, ah~" you don´t make it very far though, as a rather hard body collides with yours—

Oof!

-effectively hindering you from making a grand escape. How were they so fast?

"Leaving so soon~?" the demon pouted. "Do you not wish to spend a little more time with us?" Slowly walking you backwards until your back hit the tree, keeping you hostage yet again.

There was no fighting it any longer - overcome with fear and utter exhaustion - you teared up. The woman slowly tilted her head to one side, burning eyes never leaving yours, as if waiting for it, fascinated by it, daring you to give in.

You felt exposed, overwhelmed, frustrated—

So, give in you did - hot tears were starting to run down your flushed cheeks, your face scrunched up, there was no way you could´ve contained the hiccup! that followed, even if you tried.

You must look rather pathetic, you know you do. You felt pathetic, bawling your eyes out in front of these... whatever they are, who seemed most content watching it all unfold, standing around like statues. The occasional sniffle being the only thing to break the eerie silence.

In fact, the one still trapping you against the tree seemed a bit too content, nearly leaning into you, one corner of those blood red lips just so turned up in a lopsided smile, and you swear something was vibrating.

More importantly though, those eyes. They were still boring into yours. You don´t think she´s even blinked once since this nightmare started. None of them did.

Another thing to add to the definitely-not-human pile.

It was mortifying, being put on the spot like this. By three women whose beauty seemed out of this world, at that. You never worked well under pressure, your emotions getting the better of you most times, causing you to make reckless decisions.

...Such as trying to beat the crap out of a supernatural being probably very much capable of throwing you all the way across this clearing with a flick of her wrist, all the while not giving a damn about the fact all you seem to be accomplishing is hurting yourself.

She had the decency to look mildly surprised by your outburst, at least - eyebrows shooting up, gaze falling down between your bodies to watch you hit her stomach, her sides, her hips, anywhere your hands could reach in your current predicament of being squished between two solids.

It seemed to amuse her, if that lofty snickering is anything to go by.

"Tsk tsk tsk... none of that now~" came the chiding reply, as if this She-Devil hadn´t wanted to provoke exactly that. One of your wrists was seized in a strong grip then, much stronger than considered normal for a woman of her build.

Two fingers were placed under your chin then, slowly lifting your head, demanding you look. "There you are..." the back of those same fingers slowly brushed up and down your cheek, collecting a few drops, taking a moment to inspect them - there´s that flicker of fascination yet again - before bringing them to her lips, the tip of a tongue peeking out to collect what was offered, eyes staying firmly locked on yours the whole time.

You were sweating, the heat in your cheeks increasing tenfold. The urge to avert your eyes had become almost unbearable, but you doubt she´d let you. You were crumbling and she knows it.

"Well... care to share, dear sister?" the third blonde thankfully interrupted, sounding rather exasperated over the fact things have come to a standstill ever since they´ve managed to corner you.

The sudden objection was enough to break the spell the sister had managed to put you under, your eyes naturally shifting towards its source, and you felt like you could finally breathe again.

...Only to nearly choke on that breath when you were met with a look that you could only describe as hungry.

You gulped.

The She-Devil noticed, of course she did. The warning rumble was back in full force, and you weren´t sure who it was directed at. For when your gaze returned to her, those red eyes were staring daggers at you, upper lip curled back slightly to reveal a set of pearl white teeth, seeming to elongate before your very eyes.

What in the world...?

You had your answer when, instead of tearing you limb from limb, her head whirled around to fix her sister with a look instead. You couldn´t quite see it from your position, but judging from the scoff it received in return, you reckoned it wasn´t all that pretty.

Once her head started turning your way again, you quickly shifted your gaze to meet hers, not wanting to agitate her further and actually risk getting mauled or something.

...Not quick enough to not catch the two blondes sharing a look, though. The one on the right appearing just as done as she sounded. The other, Katrina, seemed rather amused - one eyebrow lifted, an impish smile dancing on her lips.

You got the feeling this was a regular occurrence.

Those piercing eyes found yours again, and you started to wonder if that moment just now had simply been a figment of your imagination. Her face revealed nothing, except for the fact she seemed most pleased to find you already anticipating her, indeed.

...Looking a bit like a lovestruck teenager, actually.

It was unsettling.

"Hm..." she purred, hands coming up to grip your upper arms, slowly moving them up and down in an almost affectionate manner.

Her next words would seal your fate once and for all, of that you were certain.

"It seems my beloved sisters are just as unwilling to part from you just yet, little rabbit." Hand moving up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Well... what do you say~? Won´t you keep us company for a while longer?"

It wasn´t a question.

Your stomach dropped.

"Aww, why the long face, maličký? We don´t bite...~", Katrina mocked, making a show of looking like she actually cared.

"We´re gonna have so much fun together, you´ll see...~"

Yeah.

Fun.

#twilight #the twilight saga #the denalis #denali coven #tanya denali #kate denali #irina denali #feral denali sisters #feral sisters #fanfiction #fic idea

[iwantescapism13]

Neuvillette had walked the halls and examined the place in its entirety. Palais Mermonia was quiet… save for his footsteps. The sound of his heeled boots echoed in the halls. He looked straight ahead, not even bothering to move his eyes around to search for any sort of presence. It was to be expected, he thought. After everything that had occurred, the human staff of Palais Mermonia must be creating a ruckus outside to celebrate their overcoming of the long-destined prophecy. The Melusines, on the other hand, must be out there helping any survivors. It was a massive victory for the people of Fontaine. But…

…that wasn’t until she had to take her life.

He found it as the most unjust punishment. Unfair. And certainly absurd. For the sins of Egeria, the successor had to be the one to make the ultimate sacrifice - to come up with a solution to protect her own people.

Was it just?

Neuvillette was not one whom anyone would call “fully attuned to one’s own emotions”, but he knew that he didn’t have to be to understand the unnamed sorrow that he felt once the Indemnitium-filled sword crashed down onto Foçalors. His hand reached for her, wanting to save her from a sentence he never agreed to and felt was unnecessary.

But it had to be done.

‘Did it?’ he questioned himself. ‘One sacrifice to save hundreds, thousands, millions. One sacrifice to deceive the Heavenly Principles. And Foçalors wasn’t even the one who committed the sin. Was it… worth it? And what about--’

His monologue was cut short by a sound of a thud - like someone had tripped and fell to the floor - and a voice cursing under their breath. It was then followed by a soft whimper. It seemed like whoever it was had hurt themselves on some type of wooden furniture. He only knew one such person that would react exactly that.

“Furina…?” he slowly made his presence known. His head went downwards as he saw the said girl kneeling down and massaging her knee.

“N-N-Neuvillette?!” Although in a little bit of discomfort from whatever injury she sustained, Furina stood up, dusted herself, and cleared her throat. “W-What are you still doing here? Shouldn’t you be rejoicing out there with the others now that the prophecy had come and gone?”

The mock trial that served to only get answers from her due to everyone’s desperation had definitely did a number on her. And yet, this child… this poor child… had not changed even a little. Her high-and-mighty posture and mannerism did not subside even after everything that she had gone through. He wondered whether he should be relieved.

“I could say the same thing to you.” he replied in respect to answering her questions.

“Well, I am… tired.” The tone at the beginning was not different from when she replied to him the first time. But the tone of the last word was something else. She looked downwards with a small smile on her face. “But I’m very glad to see that everyone in Fontaine is safe. Despite the prophecy being fulfilled, I mean. I guess… the trial that all of you had set up… was the very trial that I had been waiting for… all these years.”

He didn’t miss all of her words, even if the last sentence was muttered yet again. “‘Waiting for’?”

Furina smiled wistfully. Then proceeded to sigh heavily. “Forget it. It’s fine. Don’t mind me, I’m just exhausted.”

He had heard those words out of jest, out of childish whining, out of escaping certain duties. But not this time. He could feel the genuine exhaustion emanating from her sentence.

“Furina… you--”

“I’m sorry to cut this conversation short but I seriously couldn’t stress enough how tired I am right now. I’d like to rest, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course not. But before that, I’d like to ask you one thing…” He eyed the bunch of clothes that were scattered all around her bed, making a huge mess that he was sure would take about two Melusines to settle.

She seemed to understand the unworded question as she followed where his eyes were darting to. “Ah. It seems you’ve caught me. I’m… leaving Palais Mermonia.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Everyone’s perception of me has definitely changed. I do not wish to ruin it any further by continuing to pretend I’m special. I’m no one now. I don’t belong here.”

Neuvillette found it beyond absurd. “You belong here as much as every staff member, every Melusine; even as much as I, if not more. Nothing has truly changed. It is not necessary for you to vacate the premises just because you no longer bear the title of Archon.”

She laughed weakly. “You’re amusing, Monsieur Neuvillette. I’m very grateful for the offer to remain here but I can’t. I just… can’t.”

Emotions were not his strongest suit. He only knew how to present facts and evidence. And there was only one way he could try and explain.

“At the very least, allow me to tell you what had happened in the middle of the trial - before the All-Devouring Narwhal had appeared out of the Abyss.”

Furina’s facial expression slowly changed to that of interest. “More things happened before Mr. Tartaglia attacked the big whale thing?”

Neuvillette nodded once. “That is correct. I enlisted the help of Aether and Paimon to execute the gigantic beast.”

“Oh… I see.”

“But that is not what I want to tell you.”

“Well then, spit it out! You don’t need me to ask one by one--”

“It’s about Foçalors.”

Furina whipped her head around to look at him, her eyes went wide at the mention of the name. “W-What did you just say?!”

“I met her, Furina. Your divine self. After the sentencing was declared.”

“‘Mirror-me’...?” he heard her mutter under her breath.

“She had told me about your mission; that for 500 years, you must act like a god in order to fool the Heavenly Principles and save the people of Fontaine from the destined prophecy. And… for her to be able to sentence death upon herself.”

“W-What?! That… That can’t be! H-How could… how could mirror-me just…”

“I believe it was her entire plan all along. For you to keep up the act long enough to create a weapon to destroy the Hydro Throne… and… to bring back… what’s supposedly… rightfully mine.”

“‘Yours’? What are you talking about?”

“I am sure you are aware of my identity.”

Furina seemed to have caught on. “The Hydro Dragon Sovereign… of course…”

“But you are no longer bound by any duty. You are free now.”

“And the first thing I want to do is get out of here.”

“You still insist on leaving?”

“Neuvillette… I never really get to say this - and don’t you dare put this back to me in the future! - but I’m really grateful for everything you’ve done.”

Neuvillette was taken aback by her words.

“No. I…” He bowed in high respect, with his body bent 90-degrees. “I’m incredibly sorry… and… thank you very much.”

Furina was flustered and tried to pull him up. “S-Stop that! I… I don’t deserve to be praised for deceiving my people.”

Neuvillette didn’t budge, despite the desperate pulls from Furina to get him to stand up straight. “It was for the benefit of everyone. If no one is going to be grateful for your actions, then I will be on everyone’s behalf.”

“P-Please… stop that.” Slowly, Furina’s strength diminished. She held the side of her arm. “I… don’t want it.”

“Furina…?”

“In any case! I’ll be leaving Palais Mermonia and that’s that!” She turned to the pile of clothes on the floor and then to the bed, compiling a certain number on her arms and putting them in a luggage stowed at the side of the room. She zipped it shut. “I’m just gonna take these few clothes with me. As for the rest… you can give them away to whoever needs or wants them. If a Melusine can fit them, I don’t see why they shouldn’t flaunt it.”

“Furina--”

“Please don’t follow me. I… just want to be alone for now.”

#genshin impact #furina #neuvillette #genshin spoilers #genshin impact spoilers #my personal take on how furina left palais mermonia #this is not meant to be romantic

[thewriterwhowritesnot]

Alucard Music Headcannons - Mitski

A/N: Trying to get back into my being in love with Alucard Groove, folks. Don't mind me ;).

I am a firm believer that Alucard would be a slut for Mitski's music. Here's a list of songs I feel he'd love and why:

Francis Forever - I feel like this song would speak to him in so many different ways. It reminds him of how young he feels in life and love no matter how old he gets. His feelings of loneliness and isolation from the living and the dead.

Crack Baby - It's the slow progression of the song. To him, it feels like descending into the thoughts he often does his best to ignore in his daily life. The thoughts of how unfulfilled he feels sometimes. The constant longing for more, for something that he can't always possess. He often doesn't know what he wants but he knows that he had it once and he knows that he wants it back.

I Bet On Losing Dogs - This song reminds him of how he feels as if he's in a hopeless cycle of giving his energy to things that will inevitably fall apart by his hand or the hands of another. He's tired and exhausted with pain, being wrong, and being let down but, he can never get himself to stop trying or to stop seeking. It's bittersweet but he keeps drinking from the cup because, without his humanity and his desire for love, he'll have no reason to continue on.

Once More To See You - This song reminds him of where he's been and who he's known and who he's loved. The secrecy of new love and the sweetness of intimacy. It reminds him of innocence in love and the desire for closeness.

Your Best American Girl - It's the REGRET, my dudes. The suffocating feeling of knowing there are so many ways he feels robbed by life and by the greed and pride of others and the mistakes he's made. This song encapsulates his feelings of wishing things were different and how maybe in love he wishes he could come with less baggage.

Pink In The Night - Let's be real...Alucard is a very intense man and when he falls for someone he falls HARD. So hard that they infiltrate all parts of his mind. This song expresses the feelings he gets when he loves someone and how it resonates in his bones. Overcome with emotion and the drug of love.

Washing Machine Heart - Reminds him of how often he's felt like the odd one out and how in his experience it was rare that he felt chosen in love. Meaning, he's so multifaceted and in relationships, there have been imbalances that have led him to feel unwanted or simply misunderstood and rejected in that. He's a soft-hearted strong individual and this affects him deeply

Two Slow Dancers - This definitely speaks to him in regard to his feelings about time and how it passes. He's immortal and the knowledge of that weighs on him in happy times (and sad ones) because of the knowing that there are many he will have to say goodbye to as he goes on. Many memories will remain longer than the people who were a part of them. This song represents his grief, his love, and his hatred of time and memory.

#castlevania #adrian tepes #alucard #alucard tepes #castlevania headcanons #alucard sfw headcannons #alucard headcannons #castlevania fanfictiom #castlevania fanfic #music headcannons #gem speaks

[akwolfgrl]

Chapter one Phoenix redemption

“Hope rises like a Phoenix from the ashes of shattered dreams”-S. A. Sachs

Sunset Shimmer unlocked her door with shaky hands. Her face was still damp, her breath ragged. She had to keep calm. She couldn't break down. Not here. Not again, too many people who would inevitably ask questions. Questions to which she wasn't sure if she had all the answers to. As nice as her neighbors were they wouldn't be able to help her in this situation.

Sunset stumbled inside, her legs felt weak and boneless. Shutting her door and dropping her bag at the foot of the steps to her loft bed, Sunset just wanted to change and get into bed, end this miserable day. She quickly shed her clothes as she walked to her small dresser that was under her loft bed. Sunset focused on each movement she made. Taking deep, steady breaths, she pulled the drawer open and took her purple pajamas out. She pulled the shirt on over her head and stepped into her pants, and pulled them up.

All the exhausted girl was trying to was to become numb. Numb to the pain and heartbreak she was currently in the midst of. Hoping that being numb would be better than the alternative. Sunet had some anger issues she didn’t care for. She climbed the steps to her bed, pausing at the at the framed photo of her friends. Overcome with rage Sunset let out a screech she shoved the picture off her nightstand. The glass shattering on impact with the floor below. For the third time that day, her knees hit the floor. Picking up the pieces of broken glass, she began sobbing anew. She cut her finger on a piece of the glass. She watched as the blood fell onto her floor. Were they ever her friends? Did they ever even care about her? She had just been their little pet to parade around. She clutched the glass in one hand, the bite of the glass a welcome change. The pain was different from the inertial churn in her gut. It would be easy to slice her wrist open and watch the rest of her blood drip, adding to the small puddle below.

“No!” Sunset growled, getting angry at her weakness.

Anger was power. Being numb would get her nowhere. Besides, since when did Sunset Shimmer ever take the easy way out? Dropping the piece of glass back on the pile, resisting the urge to fling it across the room, she wiped her face and picked up the rest of shattered picture and dumped it in the trash next to her nightstand were it belonged. Tomorrow was a brand new day. Tomorrow, she'd start to fight for a new life.

Sunset walked back down her steps and into her small bathroom to wash the blood from her hand, grabbing the disinfectant and the ace bandages. She better get this cleaned up. She hissed slightly at the sting from the disinfectant, then quickly wrapped her right hand in the bandage, pulling it tight. She was glad she practiced writing with both hands. She hadn’t been aware that humans had dominant hands, and being a unicorn, she had no need for a dominant hoof. By Celestia, she did miss levitation. She headed back to her bed. Today had been very long, and there was a giant roller coaster ride of emotions, and being numb was not the answer. Anger would carry her much further. Sunset quickly rolled over into a more comfortable spot and slept a, thankfully, dreamless sleep.

The next morning, Sunset awoke bright and early. Today was the start of her new life. First things first was to get ready for the day. She quickly headed down her steps and to her dresser below, grabbing her clothes before heading for the shower. Sunset turned the hot water on, looking at the mirror while the water warmed up.

“First, go see Principal Celestia and see about transferring out of Canterlot High. Second, do whatever necessary steps to leave the former school. Third, get through the school day with your chin held high. And fourth, make sure Princess Twilight doesn’t come through the portal. “ Sunset gave herself a nod in the mirror, glad to have a plan in motion.

Sunset stood under the searing hot water. She always preferred it hot enough to almost burn your skin off. It made her feel clean and alive. She was always partial to fire spells back in Equestria. She refused to think of it as home. Homesickness was unproductive and unhelpful. She would not go crawling back there, begging on her belly, pleading for a pardon. She was Sunset Shimmer, and she would fight tooth and nail for it. She needed to earn it. She finished washing up and relentlessly turned the shower off. Sunset toweled off and got dressed before starting on her makeup. Everything had to be just so. Sunset took her time to make sure her face was perfect . She stared on her fiery hair, brushing and curling it ever so slightly.

Sunset looked in the mirror, giving herself a quick pep talk. “You are Sunset Shimmer. You ruled that school and the students in it for years. You changed and worked hard to redeem yourself. You are strong. You will not let them bring you down. Redeemed does not mean push over. If any of them try to hurt you, you break them. “

She couldn’t show weakness. Teenagers were like sharks. If they smelled any weakness, it would be a bloodbath. Humans, especially teens, were quite vicious and violent. In all her years among them, Sunset still wasn’t quite at ease with all the overt violence. She had used to her advantage, of course, but it still hadn’t sat right with her. Sunset did one last check in the mirror before grabbing her stuff and heading out early. She wanted plenty of time to talk with principal Celestia. She locked her apartment door, grateful no one knew where she lived.

#my little pony #my litte pony friendship is magic #equestria girls #sunset #sunset shimmer #anon-a-miss #Phoenix redemption #fanfic #mlp fim #mlp #mlp g4

[toasteaa]

Huge fan of Furina being the worst fucking wingman for Neuvillette btw.

She gets the faintest whiff that Neuvillette is having emotions and she's all over it.

She's not subtle about anything. Most of the "facts" she knows about romance are via cheesy novels that she's read over the years. The same novels that she gives to Neuvillette and is ADAMANT that these will help him understand human emotion. They don't, but he appreciates the effort.

She's tried multiple times to schedule bullshit meetings between you and Neuvillette just so he can see you and try to talk with you (you and Neuvillette already meet almost every day because he finds himself stealing time to talk with you and learn more about you). There's like, five notes from "Neuvillette" on your desk that are so clearly written by Furina. The number of times she's tried to spy on you and Neuvillette to see if he's taking her advice is overcome by the fact that she's so obviously staring at the two of you the whole time like 👁👁

Busts into his office at any given free moment he has, ignores his exhausted sigh at knowing what's coming, and practically shouts, "Have you kissed them yet?!"

Hydro Archon who? Archon of "getting the Chief Justice to stop hiding in his office and acknowledge that he's in love" 💅🏾 (she is very bad at it but you can't just tell her that -)

#toast talks #genshin impacted #whatever okay I think A LOT of them give him advice that is GOOD. HOWEVER - #Furina is just BAD at it because she has absolutely NO idea what she's talking about but it worked in a book so it HAS to work! #I love the idea of Furina and the Traveler spying on Neuvillette and his love interest and being like #'oh my god he does not know how to talk to them' #when in fact he DOES know how. He just can't stop testing the waters for his own sake #And yeah maybe that's only viable when she was the Archon but let me dream okay #I'm having stupid moments in my brain of people trying to pull strings to get you and Neuvillette to admit that you like each other here #Not putting this in the main tags cause it's stupid and indulgent and it's not even a full thought #I'm just feeling silly atm

[angryteapott]

I think one of the things I actually like about Fang Duobing's and Di Feisheng's relationships to Li Lianhua is that they don't get him all the way, but truly understand a specific part of him.

The part that Fang Duobing gets is they both have a genuine desire to do good. I'd also argue that both of their ideas of good can be hypocritical and inconsistent in similarly emotional ways. I think Li Lianhua becomes truly interested in Fang Duobing for the first time when he tries to get justice for those unrelated guards, and over and over it's shown they share each other's overall goals even when they're supposedly not working together. They share the same broad ideal.

But Fang Duobing has a very different view of their current world and what people owe each other- twice in the conversation at his shiniang's house Fang Duobing brushes off Li Lianhua's regret, and especially earlier in the story he sees the world as something that can easily be reverted back to righteousness through personal effort- the difference between becoming a detective and trying to change the institutions of the world by founding a court. Li Xiangyi saw the world's structure as something that needs correcting, and while he gives that up Li Lianhua sees how circumstances push people. This makes perfect sense; Li Lianhua was orphaned and treated unfairly, only rescued by others while Fang Duobing is a rich kid whose struggles (being sick) were overcome by personal effort (and expensive medicine, which he would take for granted) which rings as ableism to me as a plotline but im not disabled so idk

Di Feisheng gets this other half- he intimately knows how viscerally cruel and unfair the world is, and so he gets Li Xiangyi's need for excellence and control issues and Li Lianhua's sometimes cold eyed assessment of things. But he wasn't rescued nor allowed to save others so he sees that cruel world as something he can act honorably within but whose dog eat dog nature he can't change- be a swordsman not a hero.

Neither of them get how Li Lianhua's drive for good and his knowledge of the world's injustice create guilt for his what too bold actions (which FDB endorses) in a cruel world (which DFS sees as inevitable) resulted in, driving him to egotistically and self destructively attempt to "finish his business". They also didn't truly get his love of a simpler life, his exhaustion with pain and striving, and how he was ready to let go. In part because he never told them that in a way that wasn't tainted with guilt or lies my guy stop saying it in ur bs tone and just say how ur feeling i swear to

So neither of them really understood him fully, which is human especially when someone's lying to you 24/7 li lianhua im in ur walls. Understanding something fundamental about someone doesn't mean comprehending their every thought.

I think what makes Fang Duobing closer to understanding him in the end is that he was trying so hard to listen and understand Li Lianhua, constantly trying to meet him three quarters of the way there. That's why I'm obsessed with that conversation at Madam Qin's- Fang Duobing misunderstood and denied his regret once then twice, then said, fine, you're right. You should've tried harder in that relationship, and I should've tried harder in ours. We already said we're friends. I was wrong for the moment where I wasn't reaching out for you. But Li Lianhua never reached back.

#mysterious lotus casebook #mysterious lotus casebook spoilers #me making 30 thousand meta posts about essentially the same thing

[straykittenidk]

Now what if ROY happens to see amber sick, what would he do according to your human hc?

Thank you for asking!

•Roy is actually very skilled when it comes to medicine, since in order to be a firefighter he also had to be certified in first aid. And while he isn't on the same level as a doctor like Amber, he still knows what to do when someone's sick or injured and how to handle the situation without panicking too much.

•Although Roy can control his emotions without too many problems, when it comes to Amber he can't help but feel worried about her, but he doesn't freak out or anything since, again, he knows what to do.

•Now, unlike Roy, Amber knows how to take care of herself. She knows when her sickness is serious and when it isn't.

•Amber knows when to ask for help, unlike Roy. Because while Amber also doesn't want to worry her friends, she also doesn't want to hide her sickness because she trusts her friends and thinks that they deserve to know what's happening with her.

•Despite this, Amber hates being seen as vulnerable, so if she can avoid telling her friends about her illness on some occasions, then she will do it. But only if it is a simple cough or something mild that isn't cause for concern.

•Still, when she does get really ill, Roy is the first one to reassure her that it's okay to be vulnerable sometimes and that it doesn't make her weak, because she is a very strong person. Amber always smiles and feels a little better after Roy says this, however she always says "you're one to talk" in a sarcastic way. They both have some problems with their self-confidence, and they're both working together to overcome them.

•Amber's only flaw when it comes to her health is overwork. Sometimes amber stays very late at the hospital, busy taking care of all her patients, since she's very attached to all of them. However this leads to her getting exhausted very easily.

•Sometimes Amber ends up fainting or feeling very very dizzy after a long day at the hospital, and when she's in this state she always calls for Roy to ask him if he could drive her home, since she doesn't want to risk falling asleep on the wheel and getting into an accident. Obviously, Roy always agrees and drives to the hospital in a matter of seconds and the whole car ride he keeps asking Amber if she's okay, how she's feeling, etc. He even asks if he needs to do her paperwork for her while she's resting, and sometimes Amber doesn't even decline the offer.

•Working in a hospital, it is very easy to catch an illness from a patient or from someone else, so sometimes it can happen that Amber gets infected with some sickness or she just has some weird symptoms.

•When Amber is sick, since she doesn't keep it a secret, her friends visit her sometimes when she's resting at home, bur Roy is the one that stays with her the longest.

•Amber always tries to reassure Roy that she can take care of herself perfectly fine, but Roy insists that he helps her because he feels like he owes her a lot after she saved his life so many times.

•However even a doctor has her weak moments, and even if Amber knows how to treat illnesses, it doesn't mean that she always has the strength to do so.

•If she has a bad fever Roy always does his best to make Amber feel better. He makes her tea, gives her medicine, and he also lies down on the bed with her and they both cuddle until Amber feels better.

•Amber told him to stop getting so close to her because she was afraid of getting Roy sick as well, but Roy didn't really care and didn't stop keeping her company this way, because he knew that it made Amber feel comforted and happy.

That's it! :3

#robocar poli #robocar poli au #robocar poli amber #robocar poli roy #robocar poli human au

[floofgryph]

First OC for the Liam & Co Universe

Name: Arsinoe J. Lamirande-Brindamour

Species: Human (has the smallest hint of angel blood)

Birthday: October 17th

Age: 249 (chronologically), between 25 and 31 (biologically)

Sexuality: Heteroromantic demisexual

Occupation: Travelling merchant, fortune-teller (formerly), painter

Abilities: As a wielder of cleromancy, she can predict the future through sortition in which the outcome is determined by means that would normally be considered random. Arsinoe has the power to perceive and communicate with the spirits of death through her reception to higher energies that they vibrate. She can use telekinesis, the ability to move objects at a perceived distance without physical contact. Her mother taught her how to wield apotropaic magic, which is meticulously designed to deflect and repel all manner of harm, misfortune, and other malevolent influences. As a result of nothingness manipulation, she can control the essence of oblivion, negate energy, and simply make things disappear. She tries not to use this power very often because of an unfortunate incident that she refuses to talk about. She’s unable to feel physical pain and she can survive without the need for bodily resources. She only requires certain bodily resources such as food and water when she’s feeling physically and/or mentally exhausted.

Personality: Arsinoe possesses quite the fascinating imagination, using it to solve various problems that come her way and sharing innovative ideas with others. As an emotionally intelligent individual, she’s capable of handling interpersonal relationships judiciously and empathetically. She can manage her own emotions in ways that allow her to understand others, relieve stress, communicate effectively, overcome challenges, and defuse conflict. She often shows her consideration and regards towards those she deeply cares about by uplifting their safety, treating them with kindness, and listening to their struggles. Arsinoe has a readiness to lend a helping hand for those who truly need it and is willing to see the good qualities that others possess. She's trustworthy and open-minded, which makes her a comforting person to rely on. She takes pride in her profession as a merchant and painter, ensuring that no negative thought hinders her hard-working performance. Arsinoe is naturally inquisitive and has a genuine thirst for knowledge surrounding topics that she's interested in. She isn’t afraid to tell people off when they’re rudely bothering or interrupting her and/or they said something that was genuinely offensive.

She can be quite forgetful, which makes recalling specific things difficult and frustrating. She can also be impatient, but she tries her best to control her easily provoked tendencies and be more tolerable towards certain people and situations. She doesn’t have the greatest confidence and self-esteem due to feeling like an outsider, a nobody lost in a world greater than herself. She usually feels out-of-touch with other people due to her shyness and mild anxiety, and the feeling of rampant loneliness. She has palpable trust issues around those unfamiliar to her and is on high alert for any potential danger. Arsinoe is quite sensitive, but is sometimes afraid to show that because the children of her birth town used that trait to ostracise her. She desperately tries to be optimistic, but ends up being cynical half of the time due to personal experiences that she tries to avoid talking about. She often lies about her past because she doesn’t want to be taken advantage of and she struggles to trust people.

Likes: Collecting antiques that grab her attention, painting, stargazing, the design of airships, the wonderful sound of nature, overcast weather, psychology, flora and fauna, undisturbed silence, and open country.

Dislikes: Strong winds, alcohol, feeling abandoned and socially detached from others, cold and wet weather, shattering glass, ignorance, thieves, vandalism, insect bites, and early morning.

Equipment: A pair of 20-faced die, a lucky rabbit’s foot, a handcrafted wand made from a yew branch, first aid kit, Pattern 1861 Enfield musketoon, a stolen cutlass, a brass astronomer’s telescope, her reading glasses, traveller’s backpack with camping equipment, books, and certain exotic items, and her caravan.

Physical and outfit appearance: She’s approximately 5' 8” (172.72 cm) and has a mesomorphic pear-shaped body with a fairly defined waist, and upper thighs and arms that carry some weight. Arsinoe has porcelain skin with silvery pink stretch marks on her upper arms, tummy, and hips. She has greyish-blue eyes and long, thick, curly copper red hair that’s often tied into a low ponytail, but it’s occasionally braided.

She is often seen with a pair of goggles with smoky green lenses and a black leather strap. Her goggles are made from polished, sturdy bronze with gilt-brass embellishments. She wears a medium-sized shawl with a gradient of hopbush, bismarck, and gulf stream, and it’s adorned with golden embroidery. There are two hippogryphs in a heraldic stance that are above three thin lines near the end of the shawl. Her main outfit consists of a linen Roman coffee waistcoat with avant-garde bronze and silver shapes, a sea nymph chiffon blouse with a collar and puff sleeves, black fish-net stockings, and a taupe tactical belt and wide-brimmed hat. She is also seen wearing denim dungarees that have been dyed falcon or trousers of a similar hue that are both tucked into her eclipse boots. She carries two masquerade masks: the first one is a ventaglio mask of shimmering bone-white, glacier blue, and trendy pink with golden rose on the right side; and the second one is shaped similarly to a medieval plague doctor’s mask, but it’s decorated with dyed gold and lavender balsamic blooms. She wears two sparkling beaded bracelets on her right wrist and cluster earrings with a triangular base with opal and rose quartz grouped together. She wears a luminescent nazar around her neck in order to ward off any potential evils and it’s in the style of a hibiscus bolo tie.

Family: 

Unnamed angel ancestor

Pherenike (mother)

Hunfrid Lamirande-Brindamour (father)

Agamemnon Lamirande-Brindamour (twin brother)

Giselmund Lamirande-Brindamour (brother)

Ganymede Lamirande-Brindamour (brother)

Neoptolemus Lamirande-Brindamour (brother)

Ricmod Lamirande-Brindamour (brother)

Deianeira Lamirande-Brindamour (sister)

Praxidike Lamirande-Brindamour (sister)

Herleva Lamirande-Brindamour (sister)

Terpsichore Lamirande-Brindamour (sister)

Kriemhild Lamirande-Brindamour (sister)

Ermendrud Lamirande-Brindamour (sister)

Callirrhoe D'Agincourt (familiar, adoptive daughter)

Aretztikapha (child)

Biography: On October 17th, she was born during a hunter’s moon and into a dysfunctional family. Her mother, Pherenike, was a mysterious hermit with animancy abilities and her father, Hunfrid, was the only known surviving crew member of a deadly airship crash and resorted to alcohol to cope with his trauma. Hunfrid would later die from an incident Arsinoe refuses to talk about and potential alcohol poisoning. Pherenike abandoned Arsinoe and her siblings after she taught them how to control and utilise their unique magical abilities. Before her mother left, she warned Arsinoe of a prophecy and that not all of her abilities had been sufficiently awakened. She and her siblings were left to fend for themselves and grow accustomed to their new circumstances. She struggled to make friends as they either abandoned her or died from natural or unnatural causes, which affected her optimism and the ability to trust others. Arsinoe had a healthy relationship with most of her siblings, but she hated Neoptolemus and Kriemhild for reasons she doesn’t want to talk about. Unfortunately, Agamemnon, Praxidike, Deianeira, Ermendrud, and Ricmod would mysteriously die in their sleep or suffer horrible diseases. She was distraught by their sudden losses, but she eventually learned how to move on and accept their deaths. Those who did survive would later become alchemists, entertainers, globetrotters, and criminals. At first, she took advantage of her cleromancy skills and became a fortune-teller, but eventually stopped because she didn’t want to be associated with the wrong people. After many years, she would eventually become a nomadic merchant who sold her paintings and exotic items with those who were interested. Arsinoe originated from Laugarvatn, but decided to move into Arcastein for specific reasons: (1) to let go of her past; (2) her fascination with airships; (3) views the area as strangely comforting; and (4) she believed that it’ll make her life as a travelling merchant easier. During her trip to Arcastein, she came across a half-mermaid half-lamia teenage girl who was wearing a dirty, ruffled dress. She saw a reflection of herself in the teenage girl and originally made her a familiar, giving her the name of Callirrhoe D'Agincourt. However, Arsinoe would later raise her as a legitimate daughter, but something began to follow her in secret.

@ask-liam-and-co

#writerscorner #writing #creative writing #original character #merchant #painter #steampunk #mage #magic #angel #might go through a couple of changes and add-ons but let's see

[turtleybeachin]

Burnout in the Devildom: Solomon's Chapter

(re-post to share entire fic on tumblr)

Pairing: Solomon x GN MC Rating: G Word Count: 1.6k Tags: Fluff, Comfort, Platonic, Solomon's Cooking

You’ve been working hard in the Devildom. Classes are intense, especially when it feels like you’re having to play catch-up just to have basic understandings of things everyone else knows innately. Add to that living with seven avatars of sin who can’t go more than six hours without some sort of catastrophe, and somehow you’re always dragged into the middle of their chaos to sort things out and be their big sibling despite being the actual baby of the entire world?

You’re exhausted. The sort of exhaustion that does not just go away after a good night’s rest and an eye mask and a glass of human-world wine. The sort of exhaustion that starts sapping the life out of everything you do, everything you touch, until you feel like you’re just going through the motions and always one inconvenience away from a complete meltdown.

SOLOMON:

Sometimes he feels like you are the only one who truly understands him. The inverse is also true. Sometimes he believes he may be the only one who actually gets you.

In a world full of demons and sprinkled with angels, where magic is mundane and curses and hexes are as plentiful as weeds, it can be so easy to forget the simplicity of humanity. It can be dangerously simple to forget the magic in the magic.

You are a grounding force, reminding him to appreciate the awe of every moment and to stop taking a single day for granted.

But in this moment, you are also a reminder of the stark differences between humans and celestials and infernals. Humans deal with stress much differently, and life in the Devildom has been constant introductions of new varieties of stress.

It's a little astonishing, really. At least he came into this exchange program already self-sufficient and aware of the major players in this political sphere. He knew what he was getting into. You? You have been learning everything as you go, from the actual existence of demons and angels to the reality of magic to your place in this wider world.

You've been doing a fantastic job of it, MC; you roll with some very hard punches and never stay down for long. But it's clear that you're starting to feel it now. You're on your feet, as you always are, but your spirit is bruised. You're exhausted. You're showing all the human signs of stress and strain, physical and emotional and mental.

And you seem to think you have something to prove to everyone still. You think your humanity is a weakness to be overcome, when it is your most wonderful and genuine strength.

MC, you know you don't need to try to impress him, don't you? Nothing will ever make you any less impressive in his eyes.

So do him the honor and the privilege of letting him support you for a change. From one human sorcerer to another. From a friend to a friend. From your partner.

He knows your tendency to overthink the things you shouldn't (and your propensity to not think enough when you really should pause a beat), so he doesn't text or make a polite offer. He sweeps up beside you as you're walking off campus and smiles and asks if you trust him.

You know he's planning something-- he's always planning something-- but you've learned to roll with most of his magical punches well enough. So you say yes, because at the end of the day, you do. He keeps his secrets close, but you trust he has your best intentions in mind.

His hand slips into yours and the ground melts under your feet and you're falling. There's a shift of pressure and then he's gracefully settling on his feet on new ground beside you. (You really wish he'd give you better advance notice to brace for these things.)

You're in a library, but it's not one you recognize. There is light filtering in from windows that reveals you aren't in the Devildom right now. A table nearby has some books scattered across it and journals open to blank pages ready for notes. Two mugs of steaming tea and a plate of cookies sits in the middle of it all.

He's watching you take it in with a small smile, giving you a chance to puzzle things out for yourself. When you shoot him an expectant look, he tilts his head toward the table in invitation and waits for you to look over the subjects chosen for this surprise study session.

All of the books are about depression, anxiety, stress, burnout. There are books on neurodivergency from psychological and biological perspectives. No petty self-help books here, just research and realism. You look to him again, this time in wary understanding.

He gestures for you to have a seat. Leaning over your shoulder, he pulls a few books closer, and you can see they have little tabs sticking out to mark passages. 

There is no problem that cannot be solved, his charming apprentice; it is only a matter of reframing it and creating the answers you need. You see, sometimes you think that something different is something broken only because you do not understand what that difference actually means. 

Humans evolved to survive, and some of those evolutions branched off differently than others. That doesn't make those branches weaker. It makes them better suited for different situations. Anxious minds are more observant, and depressed minds are more realistic. Your only shortcoming is in not understanding how to best care for and protect your unique and beautiful mind.

He slides into the other chair, positioning it at your side but not too close, not crowding your studies. He folds his hands on an empty spot on the table, stretched between the two of you. After a moment's consideration, he gently catches one of your hands between his.

You are not weak because you have limits; you are not failing because you do not measure up to someone else's idea of success. 

There is no rush here; the books are yours, and this library is his own. While is it spelled to keep most everyone out, you are recognized and welcome any time you desire.

And should you want conversation between bursts of reading, he will always make time for you. After all, you can't possibly think he's lived this long and not wrestled with his own inner-demons, can you? He knows every person experiences things differently, and whether you just want to voice your thoughts aloud or debate the efficacy of a coping mechanism, he's your man.

But let's not fall too deep into the serious scholarly hole here! Who do you think he is, Lucifer? This isn't all work and no play, MC.

Sometimes, he admits with a broad grin, the real magic is just simple science. But a little alchemy and sorcery can make the journey more fun.

The only way out is through a problem, but who said you have to take the road most traveled by? Don't limit your beliefs and expectations by what you think is possible, dear apprentice. Together you can create new possibilities.

Why do you think he enjoys creating new potions and fiddling with charms and amulets, hm? Once you live a few hundred years, you get very tired of the same-old same-old. If you're this exhausted by life after a few decades, imagine how absolutely mind-numbing it gets after a few dozen. 

And of course you can start with the basics, the usual culprits. Is housework piling up because you're too exhausted to even think about doing laundry or washing dishes? He didn't live this long without learning some shortcuts for tedious chores.

Are the brothers driving you out of your mind with their neediness? It's both charming and alarming how seven avatars of sin could be so wild about one human. (Then again, it makes complete sense when that one human is you.) But he can teach you a multitude of spells, from forced boundaries to repel them to illusions to make you seem to be in multiple places simultaneously. 

Perhaps just some lighthearted fun, to fill your room with bubbles or change the color of your hair, to walk among stars or create your own symphonies and soundtracks. It's easy for him to forget the simple awe and joy of magic, but seeing that genuine smile on your face reminds him of the truly important things in life.

But think wilder, MC! Think broader! Ask pointless questions and make extravagant answers. Joy doesn't come by doing the bare minimum to survive, it comes by doing something new and exciting and absolutely unnecessary.

You don't need to create a bracelet that causes the wearer to speak only in bad puns, but it sure would be hilarious. You don't have to invent cursed socks that always slip down the wearer's heels, but it'd be entertaining. You aren't required to invent a potion that results in actual visual thought bubbles over the imbiber's head, but it'd make family dinners much more fun.

Name your wildest dreams, MC, and he'll help you learn how to make them reality.

While magic can't be used to change the way your mind works (such things are banned for good reason, and your mind is perfect the way it is), it can help you find new ways to cope and help you understand the root causes of your symptoms. It can give you avenues of discovery to find new purpose and meaning.

But most importantly, remember that you are not in it alone. Even in the Devildom, you do not have to face your humanity by yourself. 

Yes, your emotions and your pain can be a burden, but they are a burden worth sharing, a burden he wishes to help you manage. You are worth the effort, MC, and you are worth the struggle. 

Because that is the strength of humanity:  no matter the hardship, humans will band together and help one another keep standing and keep fighting. Not because it's the easy thing to do, but because it's the human thing to do. 

He had nearly forgotten his own humanity before he met you, but you've reminded him of how precious a gift it is. 

Now, please, have some cookies! He made them himself, and they're some of his best work if he does say so himself. They have a great little kick to them! .... Why are you making that face?

#obey me solomon #omswd solomon #obey me solomon fluff #omswd solomon fluff #obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me fanfic #omswd fanfic #my writing #omswd fluff #obey me fluff

[runakamoran]

wip wednesday bits

(starting another fnaf fic between As the Sun Drowns and... all my other wips. this one won't be too long, I hope. set after "Leave/Alley" ending of SB).

He always knew he would die like this. Abandoned in a dark, deserted alley, in dirt and blood, spewing curses. But dying now, after That Night, after all the hiding, chasing, intricate planning, after everything he had done just to get out and survive - dying now was bitter, insulting and unfair.

That's why he fought. He struggled, even knowing he would not overcome the strong, skillful hands closed around his neck.

...he actually did it. He ran away, he was free. He survived until six in the morning, despite his chances being so low. He flew out from the front doors and into the streets, and ran, ran, ran until his knees gave out. The sun hadn't risen yet, and the world around was still sleeping. The cold air scratched his throat. Gregory stopped to catch his breath in a secluded corner between the office building, coffee shop and bus stop.

Spring was already coming in full bloom, but the chilly wind wasn't gone yet and reigned until sunrise. Usually he hated this kind of weather - the dampness and sudden rains forced him to change shelters frequently. But now the wind was pleasantly refreshing, cooling his sweat-soaked back. Not caring about the possibility of getting sick, he took off his hoodie, put it under him and sat down to rest.

It was almost unreal to watch the streets around waking up and coming back to life. He felt like the night would never end and his flight would continue; and yet, there he is. It was surprisingly pleasant to return and wander again under the gray open sky, among the trash-filled alleys of Hurricane.

(he was distracted, so absorbed in the feeling of freedom, he didn't notice a familiar figure in a queue nearby. A sleepy young woman, in a windbreaker and a long skirt, was lost in her smartphone and looked like she simply stopped on her way to work to grab some coffee. But under the hood, her hungry green eyes watched him closely).

However, Gregory knew he couldn’t stop. As soon as the first workers of Pizzaplex reach their workplaces, there's gonna be a big ass scandal. You see, he wasn't very... careful, trying to survive the night. And if the overturned furniture and some stolen things can be overlooked, the sight of expensive animatronics broken to pieces will cause a massive heart attack among the management. Honestly, Gregory was a bit proud of himself. Not many people his age can cause millions of property damage in just six hours!

...anyway, he better not be around when the fuss starts. Police from all over the state will probably swarm the place.

He definitely won't miss this place; however, there was something left behind so very painful to tear away from yourself. He tried not to think about Freddy, the only friend who carried him through the whole nightmare. It was pathetic, to be attached to a being incapable of experiencing and understanding human emotions. To crave love and attention from a soulless machine, just because this robot was the only one showing him kindness. He still wanted to believe Freddy was capable of more than given program, but what could he know? He's just a random waif.

He walked past a few more blocks before the sleepless night took its toll. His eyes were closing from fatigue. Adrenaline kept him on feet, but now, out of danger, exhaustion caught up on him and hit with the force of a truck. Yawning, the boy was looking for a place to sleep. It was another dark alley, lost between two apartment buildings, far enough from the roadway so its noise wouldn't be too disturbing. He fished out a fairly large box from the trash and hid under it. The cardboard bed wasn't exactly comfortable, but now it doesn't really matter. Curled up like a homeless kitten, the boy put his arm under his head and almost immediately fell asleep.

(wandering half asleep, he didn't notice a car following him. An old, unremarkable Ford drove circles around the block, as if accidentally riding past him again and again. However, in the end the boy disappeared among the residential blocks, and the clumsy car stopped in the parking lot. The woman behind the wheel had finished her preparations and now, pulling out a hunting knife, was polishing it with impatience. She was lost in thought and couldn't decide what to do next.

It's fine. This area is small. She'll have enough time to get around it and find the boy. Then, all that remains is to wait for the best moment, when the neighbourhood goes to sleep).

Living on the street taught him to sleep lightly. Even in deep exhaustion, among obscure dreams, he could distinguish the creaking of tires and the distant hum of human voices. They intertwined with strange pictures in his head.

...it seems like he was hitch-hiking оn the road again, in the middle of night for some reason. But no one stopped, rare cars whistled past, so he had to walk. A large dog was lying on the sidewalk, its head crushed. The roadkill was surrounded by white rabbits greedily gnawing on it. Noticing the boy, they hissed, baring bloody teeth.

He tossed and turned in his sleep. Someone slammed the lid of a dumpster.

(she had to prowl the area for several hours before finally finding her prey. The boy was good at hiding. If she had not wandered into this corner to throw away bloodstained clothes and used gloves, she would've never seen him. He was sleeping restlessly, securely hidden from prying eyes by a piles of garbage and bins. In his face she could see how much the last night drained him. Gray skin with wrinkles unusual for his age, deep circles under the eyes, sunken cheeks, old bandage still hunging on one. Poor thing. So tired he won’t resist for long.

The woman fished out her knife from under her skirt and sank down next to the boy. After so many long, painful hours, the chase ended. The streets were hidden in evening shadow, so no one would see her work. Her hands trembled and heart fluttered in anticipation. She was thirsty, having no taste of blood for so long.

Although, she also felt a vague sadness deep down. This intense hunt full of surprises was so exciting she didn’t want it to end. Usually her victims gave up quickly - they stumbled, made mistakes, froze in fear and doomed themselves. This boy however, was different. Not only did he survive her labyrinth, he was able to trick her, a seasoned serial killer, and escape. To jeopardize everything she had built for so long. To achieve a feat like this, you'll need a certain talent with a dash of mad luck. She had to admit, despite all the trouble he had caused, she had a certain... respect for him.

But she couldn't just let the boy live. He's seen too much.

The woman was restlessly fiddling with the knife in her hands when an idea struck her. No, an IDEA. A spontaneous, stunning and completely mind-blowing IDEA, just the way she likes it.

Biting her tongue to hold back a pleased laugh, she put the blade back in its sheath. Not today, old friend. Today she'll need a different tool. There was an emergency ampoule of propofol prepared in the car).

...weird rabbits huddled together, threw themselves at his feet, tried to bite. Small red eyes glowed angrily in the darkness. He kicked it, and the animal jumped away, whining. The whole pack backed away for a moment, but quickly attacked him again, more aggressively than before. The boy backed down and tried to scare them away, but it didn’t work. One of the rabbits sunked its teeth in his ankle. In pain and surprise, Gregory fell into the mud. The rabbits hissed and surrounded him.

The gravel crunched behind, a shadow flashed over him - someone crouched next to him. It was a young woman in a long skirt and windbreaker with the hood pulled over her face. She gently patted one of the animals. Gregory wanted to say something, but couldn't. She turned to him sharply, animal muzzle sticking out from under the hood.

The rabbit-headed girl dug her nails in his face, and the boy opened his eyes.

He didn't see, more like felt that someone was nearby. Gut feelings rarely failed him, and Gregory trusted his instincts. So he immediately got up to his feet and looked around. Another night came, everything was dark and quiet. Cars whizzed by from afar. The light of a distant lamp post barely reached the alley, only a lonely beam snatched out the shadows. Gregory leaned against the dumpster he'd been sleeping behind and looked out. The motionless figure immediately darted around the corner. He caught a glimpse of a long hem for a second.

Already frightened by the nightmare, the heart jumped and stuck in his throat. The boy backed away. Deciding not to risk it, he run in the opposite direction. The alley snaked between buildings and fences and disappeared into the darkness. He kept close to the wall and weaved his way between trash cans and drainpipes. He could already see the empty street ahead.

Someone pulled him by the scruff of the neck and yanked him back into the alley. A strong gloved hand covered his mouth and threw the head back. A needle bit deeply in the neck. Reacting quickly, Gregory did what he always does in an unequal fight. Grabbing the palm holding him, he sank his teeth into it with all his might. Surgical gloves may have helped to be more sneaky, but didn't give any protection. A faint female scream, the grip loosened. A disposable syringe fell at his feet.

Ignoring the sudden weakness, Gregory fought back, kicked and struggled as best he could. Realizing she's loosing her hold, the woman grabbed him by the hair. Turning around, she slammed the boy's head into the nearest wall.

The black sky shattered, stars and sparks scattered before his vision, the houses melted in fog. Legs suddenly gave way, but his limp body was immediately picked up. One hand covered his mouth again, the other's elbow squeezed his neck. Wheezing weakly, the boy was desperately scratching her, even knowing he had no chance. Reality was floating away, his buzzing head spinning, eyes closing on their own. Before falling into the darkness, he noticed her sharp chin, strands of blond hair on his shoulder. There was a human face under the hood after all; but what's hidden behind it was a different matter entirely.

The woman turned, looking around like a coyote on a hunt. The street stayed quiet. No one noticed their small scuffle.

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