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eruden-writes · 2 years

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The Unexpected Human Problem - Part 1 - (Yautja x Human)

Summary: The night her abductors die, Rayelle finds herself running for her life. She doesn't know where she is, what is following her, where to go. All she knows is she's not on Earth any longer and the thing chasing her has the capacity to kill.

Tai'qdei never anticipated finding a human when he took the job of tracking and subduing a small contingent of smugglers. It was only when the human attacked and fled fled, Tai'qdei - hopped up on the euphoria of a successful hunt - gave chase, instinct burning at his center.

Will sense return to Tai'qdei before he catches Rayelle? Or will Rayelle be subjected to the yautja's natural inclinations?

And what happens afterwards?

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Author's Note: I gave in after watching Prey 2022. lol

I'll be uploading this to Ao3 and Wattpad, as well.

CHAPTER CONTENT WARNINGS: Cultural differences lead to non-consensual touching and stripping. Forced tranquilizer usage, but not for sexual assault purposes.

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It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Rayelle’s chest heaved as she careened through the alien landscape, two moons dolefully watching overhead. Behind her, the raucous crashing and thumping stomps of something large breaking branches behind her. As she raced through the trees and half-tripped over unseen things in the underbrush, her brain worked tirelessly to make sense of the world around her.

The trees weren’t a solid trunk of bark and wood nor the leaves flat and green. Instead, the trees - in orange and red and magenta hues - were like huge braided vines, smooth and slippery looking, with drooping branches and spheres that were presumably fruits or leaves. Rayelle wasn’t sure which. The flora around her shared the same deep purple hue of the globules on the trees, which implied leaves to her. Here and there, she spotted a nocturnal bloom. Usually glowing with some sort of phosphorescence.

If the flora wasn’t disorienting enough, the sounds of the world were worse. Around Rayelle, the sounds of life bubbled up around her, mostly in the distance. Buzzes and chitters and sounds that almost sounded familiar, but weren’t. Oh, they very much weren’t. Shadowy silhouettes scurried or flew away from her, but she couldn’t stop to make sense of them. Too many legs, too many eyes, too much of an odd shape that didn’t fit her mental encyclopedia of animals.

And still there was the ever present pounding footfalls and crashing behind her. No matter how she zigged and zagged or tried to lose her pursuer, they always sounded just a few steps away from snatching her up.

Every time she thought they were close, that she was about to feel the large clawed hands wrap around her and yank her back, flashes of blood splattered through her brain.

Bright red splashes, the squish of meat rending, the crunch of broken bones and cartilage, agonized screams and sobbing. All while she was cowering in that damned cage. Then, from the flickering darkness of the broken spaceship lights, a tall and broad figure appeared. Dripping in blood, dressed in black armor.

Chaos ensued, after they broke open the cage and snapped her chains. In the flickering lights, she threw something at the thing - her water dish, probably - and hurtled from her prison. Everything was a blur from there. She just ran, barreling her way down halls and ignoring the carnage until she found an exit and burst into cool, oddly heavy, night air.

It had taken her a few seconds to realize she was somewhere completely alien. But the creaking of the spaceship as that armored thing followed her startled her into another flee.

They were still pursuing her, through foreign terrain and mud and underbrush. Unless it wasn’t so unfamiliar to them. That thought made Rayelle’s stomach drop.

No matter how painfully her lungs ached and her muscles cried, Rayelle could not stop running. Survival instincts drove her forward, pumping her full of adrenaline as she wildly looked for somewhere safe to hide.

Before such a thing could grace her awareness, her worst horrors became fact.

A clawed hand snatched at the back of her shirt. A scream rent from her lips as her arms and legs flailed, making contact multiple times to something hard and fleshy but not creating any effect. Her back slammed into the cold damp ground, the air escaping her sore lungs, as a warm body dropped atop her.

A single hand clamped around her wrists, pinning her easily to the ground.

She threw herself forward and twisted in the creature’s grip. Her back arching, her feet trying to gain purchase on the ground to slide herself away. She might as well have been doing nothing. It barely made her captor struggle to keep her still.

The thing’s free hand went to her chest, their claws easily slicing the thin fabric. Rayelle jerked as she felt the cool air on her chest. Her desperation renewed as she violently struggled against the alien, needing to escape this situation.

Her heart stumbled as a vibration reverberated from the figure above her. A growl?

For the first time since being caught, she turned her eyes tot he figure’s face. She stared, wide-eyed, into the mask of whoever - whatever - had caught her. An evil little voice reminded her they had killed her abductors earlier, too. Not a small feat.Even though she couldn’t see any copious amounts of blood, the iron tang still clung to the figure. It made Rayelle’s stomach churn.

She almost forgot what the thing was currently doing - her brain filled with the blood-drenched memories - before she felt her shirt shift. It pushed away the sides of her torn top, baring her fully to the air. A whimper died in her throat as the alien’s clawed hands trailed down her front. The pinpricks of those dangerous fingertips traced firmly from her clavicle to her stomach, almost hard enough to scratch her.

It made her skin prickle in a confusing way. She gasped in a sharp breath, her back involuntarily arching under the touch.

The thing seemed to be appraising her. Which was nothing new. Rayelle had seen hundreds of aliens since being stolen from her home. Whatever the aliens were looking for, it seemed she couldn’t provide.

And she hoped that would still be the case now. They were assessing her. That was it! Maybe they looked for injuries.

But the longer the thing’s palm stayed on her, the more that hope dwindled. It stroked over her breasts and her eyes wrenched shut, still trying to convince herself it meant nothing. All the while, she tried to ignore how her body responded to the touches. Gooseflesh crawled over her skin and her nipples hardened and her stomach churned with a confusing warmth.

A large clawed thumb ran over a puckering nipple and Rayelle choked back another whimper. Disgust fizzled in her stomach as she felt a growing heat, a telltale dampness start between her thighs. Traitorous body, Rayelle thought as she instinctively pressed her legs tightly together. But the creature caught the gesture, nudging their knee between her thighs.

The hand moved lower, until it traced along the elastic waistband of Rayelle’s underwear. Her eyes snapped open, her upper body attempting to jerk forward, to break free as fresh terror bloomed in her head. But she barely moved. Its hold on her wrists was too strong.

Her sudden action caught the thing’s attention, their head cocking slightly. Its clawed finger slowed, its point catching on the fabric. There was a brief second when Rayelle knew what was coming. Before she could even shake her head or issue dissent, the sound of tearing fabric shrieked through the air. It had yanked her underwear off with ease.

A jolt shot through her body, suddenly aware of the strange planet’s ambient temperature and this thing’s too-close presence. Bare and vulnerable, a tremble arched through Rayelle. Her eyes wrenched shut as the thing - the alien, the creature - raised its hand to its mask. There was a hiss and it shifted, likely taking off the covering.

She braced herself. For touches and unwanted penetrations or teeth and tongue and rending flesh. She didn’t know what to expect, other than the worst. Which was a toss up between being devoured or violated.

Then it spoke. It was a series of clicks and guttural gnarls, reminiscent of the snarls and croaks of crocodiles to Rayelle. With effort, she swallowed, before forcing her eyes to open.

She wished she hadn’t done that.

The thing, the alien, was nothing she could have imagined, even as her brain scrambled to make sense of their features. Their skin ranged in color from a light yellow to burnt orange, textured like thick leather or tortoise flesh and speckled. Long tendrils - black near the head and fading to red at the tips - fell from the ridged structure on its head, which flared and rose into small ranges of horn-esque growths.

It partly reminded Rayelle of a dinosaur, until she saw its mouth.

Oh, the worst was its mouth! Four pincers - mandibles, maybe - with sharp curved ends guarded a smaller, lipless maw. A mouth filled with sharp teeth, ready to bite into flesh.

A whimper tore from her throat, her body instinctively pressing away from the strange creature, further into the gunk beneath her. Rayelle suddenly felt dizzy, the alien world around her spinning. Fear, shock, her breaking point. She wasn’t sure what was happening.

Once more, her eyes closed and the alien clicked at her. But the sounds echoed through her head, sickeningly.

It nudged its knee against her sex again. Rayelle wildly wondered if it could feel the preparatory slick, the heat, and misunderstood. It took her brain another second to realize a warm bulge pressed against her thigh. What her brain understood as an erection pulsed against her leg and Rayelle gave another pitiful, choked sob. Tears burned at her eyes, forcing their way through her eyelashes until droplets dribbled down her cheeks.

She had cried so much in the beginning, when she was first taken. When had she last cried? Days ago? Weeks? There was no way for her to tell.

She had thought she’d simply run out of tears, having to deal with life in a cage until the next horrific living situation met her. Being poked and prodded, watching strange creatures come and go. Being fed tasteless slop and offered tangy tasting water. Most had stared. Some had touched her curiously, with touches ranges from gentle to harsh.

None had seemed interested in fucking, which had been a relief.

But it turned out the tears were just welling up inside her. And here, with Rayelle partially stripped and vulnerable, under this massive beast of an alien, was when they chose to come flooding out.

Another round of clicky growls issued, heavy on the gnarl. She didn’t answer. Didn’t think to answer. Her heart just pounded and the hot wet streams slid over her dirty cheeks. Rayelle choked as she felt the creature shift again.

Thankfully, it was getting off of her. It still kept a firm hold of her wrists, pulling her up with it as it stood. Rayelle continued to whimper, unable to stop the flow of tears as she trembled. So enveloped by distress, she didn’t notice how the alien remained slightly bent, so as not to haul her feet off the ground when it got to its feet. With its other hand, it once again affixed the mask to its face, before hauling Rayelle bodily over its shoulder.

Bent over the thing’s shoulder, strong arms locked against her lower back and behind her knees, shook Rayelle out of her misery. Desperation once again gripped her chest. Her shaking fingers balled up, slamming against the creature’s back as it began to move.

Through her tears, she pounded at the creature’s armored back with her fists as her feet wildly kicked at its front, and she sobbed, “No!”

It was no use, though. Just riding along on its shoulder, Rayelle could sense how solid the creature was. They were solid muscle. The armor added another protective layer. Any hint of somewhere weak to strike would be fortified. Not that she could’ve caused any damage, in the state she was in.

But she continued to flail, her begging cries becoming screams. A small part of her hoped that, maybe, if she made too much of a fuss, they’d just leave her. Too much of a hassle. Let her die on this alien planet.

It was better than the alternative.

A brief window of hope opened as the creature stopped. She felt its shoulders rise and fall with a sigh. Maybe it had worked. Maybe it was going to drop her and stride off into the night. It moved its arm away from her knees.

Her heart sunk as she watched the creature’s free arm shift, the hand going to about where a belt would be. There was clicking, a beep, the hydraulic hiss of something opening. Something metal glinted in the moonlight.

Rayelle didn’t know what it was, what it would do to her. It was a cylinder of clear liquid with something metal on the end. Intuition told her it was like a syringe, a shot, a tranquilizer. She savagely squirmed and tried to shove away from the thing again, but the arm around her middle held tight.

“No! Don’t!” The shriek came out involuntarily as she felt cold metal press against her thigh. A sharp pain sliced into her skin, aching and hot. She could feel the liquid invade her vein, cold and harsh. Her shriek became a wordless scream and, for a few seconds, she hysterically jerked and pulled and fought.

Suddenly, the world started to melt around her. Her movements became sloppy, uncoordinated, before falling slack. Her screams dwindled into slurred yells, then drooling complaints, before she fell silent. She thought she felt the world shift under her. A barely coherent thought believed she was moving, it was moving again.

Rayelle wondered what was going to happen now and if would she ever wake again, as darkness consumed her.

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After dressing the human in a shift left by a previous mate and depositing them into the brig,0 Tai'dqei tromped his way back to the cockpit. He wanted to suit out and shower first, but he needed to figure out what to do about this new development. Setting a new destination - the drop-off for his bounty - into the navi system, Tai’dqei sat back in his chair.

Finding a human among the targets hadn’t been expected. He supposed he should have been more careful, given his targets traded in an assortment of things. Though Tai’dqei hadn’t heard of them pushing trafficking.

But if opportunities arose, that gang was sure to swipe it. It was a small solace that their heads and spines were now in his cargo hold, waiting to be cleaned and presented as trophies to his employer.

Tai’dqei’s mandibles tightened against his mouth and a small frustration rumble vibrated through his chest. Still, this caused concerns.

Where had the human come from? Earth? One of the colonies? Tai’dqei doubted they’d been born in captivity. There were a number of aliens that abducted humans - among other species - for the novelty of it. That had resulted in generations of humans, unaware of Earth and necessitating a rehabilitator.

They had been well-fed, from Tai’qdei’s assessment. His hand flexed, remembering the feel of them beneath their palm. Soft and warm, no bones on display through the skin. Their flesh felt weak, easily pierced.

Though he wasn’t sure what someone attracted to humans looked for in one. This one had large round pecs, too soft to obtain much muscle. There was a cinch in their middle, though they still had plenty of softness there, before they widened again at their hips.

After touching them, Tai’qdei supposed he could see the appeal. He hadn’t seen many humans in his life, but most weren’t quite as cushiony as this one appeared. And their scent as he touched her had grown increasingly… curious.

Tai’dqei’s fingers curled into a fist as a sudden thought struck him. Had this been a blackhole job? The damned Thrittens had been advertising ‘time travel’ via blackholes recently and a couple had been on the bounty’s payroll. Wanton time hopping had caused an uptick in temporal crimes.

Tai’qdei couldn’t drop the human off just anywhere before. A human born in captivity was in need of rehabilitation. They would be taken advantage of or trafficked easily on a station.

A human from the other side of the universe - even simply the solar system - could have completely different tech-translators than what was needed. An Earth-bred human was even more underprivileged. They usually only had tech-translators for their planets’ languages, not space travel.

A human displaced from their own time? Unaware of technological advances and without something to translate alien language? Not even aware of historical developments?

Tai’qdei wasn’t even sure if there was a rehabilitator - or anywhere - equipped to deal with that. He had yet to hear of such an occurrence.

All of that aside, there was another annoying thought biting at his mind for attention.

He’d taken their scared fleeing as a mating initiation. In his trade, it wasn’t rare to find someone who wished to show their appreciation in carnal fashions. Not to mention, humans were some of the most pliable and enjoyable sex partners, if rumors were to be believed. And there were plenty rumors swirling around humans.

Tai’dqei wasn’t one to pass up recognition, either. Yet, he hadn’t even taken time to consider why they’d been there.

Removing his mask, Tai’qdei let out a growly sigh. A minor ache throbbed at the side of his face, a reminder to what caused his own mistake.

As soon as the human slammed that metal bowl against the side of his head and fled, he’d misinterpreted. His body had shot out of the spaceship, instinct driving his muscles and lurid excitement in his thoughts.

A violent action followed by a chase were some yautja customs. Grab their attention, make them chase you - hunt you - so they could claim their prize.

That was not necessarily the same for everyone, let alone other segments of his own species. Tai’qdei knew that. The high of a hunt accomplished - knowing the human had seen it and believing they had to be impressed by his skill and power - had blinded his logic, though.

He wasn’t even sure if the human knew what he was. Even though they displayed such horror at Tai’qdei’s face, that didn’t translate to much. Many who knew what yautja were capable of feared them. Which they should.

Irritation coursing through his veins, Tai’qdei shoved himself from the chair. He stalked to his training room, grabbing a spear as his tangled thoughts fought for attention.

As he went through his forms, he tried to disseminate the problem. The first step was figuring out where the human came from. But wherever the human came from, they didn’t know how to communicate with Tai’qdei. No translator, no learning, nothing. And he couldn’t communicate back, since he relied on a Straux nano worm to translate.

It wasn’t rare for some of the more isolated colonies and outposts to not know or have translating mechanisms concerning yautja language. They often had out-of-date models with only the most prevalent languages.

Which meant Tai’qdei needed a form of communication. From there, he could determine what the best course of action would be for the human. Options branched out in his head, but before he could explore too many, he slammed the butt of his spear to the floor. Closing his eyes, Tai’qdei took a deep breath.

There was only one other he trusted enough to buy a translator from and to put it in the human’s head. The option made dread and anticipation swell up in his insides.

Tai’qdei made a low clicking growl, his eyes squinting open. Meeting with Ah’ke with mating instincts unsatiated was going to cause complications. He really shouldn’t wait, though. He didn’t know if the human could withstand the life support of his ship, didn’t know if they’d had any modifications done to them. The sooner he got this over with, the better. At least, that’s what he told himself.

He sent a communication to Ah’ke, before placing his spear back on the rack and heading to the showers. Hopefully, cold water would cool the mating fire in his loins. Tai’qdei doubted it, but he could hope.

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The Unexpected Human Problem

fanfic yautja x human chapters: 31 Complete

Summary:

The night her abductors die, Rayelle finds herself running for her life. She doesn’t know where she is, what is following her, where to go. All she knows is she’s not on Earth any longer and the thing chasing her has the capacity to kill.

Will sense return to Tai'qdei before he catches Rayelle? Or will Rayelle be subjected to the yautja’s natural inclinations?

And what happens afterwards?

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Danny Phantom Fanfiction

Something's Wrong With Danny Fenton by Perfectly_Inconspicuous

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Part 1. Something's Wrong With Danny Fenton Vol. I | Chapters: 6/6 |

Danny Fenton. The enigma of Casper High. It's the first day of the winter semester when she notices him. She notices him for what feels like the first time. Maybe because at this point he's the only alternative kid other than her. Or maybe because boom, there he is: the locker next to hers. -- A No One Knows AU where Danny transfers from a different school to Casper during Junior year and ends up befriending Sam and Tucker.

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“Just keep them away from me,” she says, quiet. “I don’t care how. I just want to be alone.” He doesn’t press. She feels like a dam held together with toothpicks and tape. “I promise…” He leaves a space where a name should be. She looks at him and he can feel her sloshing. “They named me June.” -- Danny made a promise to protect her from the living. He intends to make good on it. (An aside from the first volume of Something's Wrong With Danny Fenton.)

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Kirstin Elizabeth, Haley & Daisy Jean by Rayelle Dooley

#kirstin elizabeth #haley #daisy jean #rayelle dooley

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1, 2, and 25 for Vector for the character ask game!!

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Why do you like or dislike this character?

GODDD VECTORRR i like him so so muchhhh. the zexal guy who Grabbed me and has Not let go. He's got so much personality, he's so EXPRESSIVE, I LOVE THAT WE GOT A 'MONSTROUS' YGO BAD GUY WHO'S SILLY AND EXPRESSIVE!!! he looks like he was drawn by a version of me from another dimension, he's FUNNY AND WRETCHED AND THE RELIGIOUS SYMBOLISM MAKES ME BANANASSS. And I love that at the end of the day he's... god he's just a kid. He's a mean miserable alien-demon child playing 4d chess with everyone in his life and his backstory does make me emo and his character arc (culminating in this very inauthentic always doing bits type if character doing something so genuine and beneficial for someone other than himself) is just so goooddd wahhhh. HIS DUB AND SUB VOICES ARE BOTH SO GOOD TOO!! hes just Danabait to the max and who am i to resist.

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

LIKE. I LOVE EVERYTHING WITH HIM. BUT I GOTTA SHOUT OUT THE SHINGETSU STUNT like this image may very well but the single funniest thing a yugioh has ever fucking done

rei shingetsu/ray shadows is straight up like when they add a new cast member to a sitcom in a later season in a desperate bid to attract new viewers, but brought to the most bonkers extreme possible. he's like the great gazoo if the great gazoo just started killing people. he's a Too Many Cooks-ass yugioh character. "And Introducing..." ass yugioh character. literally canonly guy who cant stop doing bits. zexal great for many things but this is definitely one of the biggies

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

first impression: hey why the fuck does this guy in zexal look exactly like claus from the hit nintendo game MOTHER 3, also one of my friend clark's favorite characters. haha that's so funny

impression now: HEY WHY THE FUCK DOES THIS GUY IN ZEXAL LOOK EXACTLY LIKE CLAUS FROM THE HIT VIDEO GAME MOTHER 3. HEY. HEY!!! WHY IS HE ONE OF THE BEST YGO CHARACTERS, ALSO. HE DRILLED A HOLE IN MY BRAIN PERMANENTLY. CARROT BLAST FOREVER

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20. three songs that remind you of the person who sends this one

I may cheat and go slightly over the three songs for this one! 😉

Just slightly 😅

*chuckles* Aye, just a wee bit, but you wouldn't be you if you didn't.

Because David Guetta songs remind me of you, and I feel this one in particularly speaks to your gremlin soul.

Because you have sent me quite a bit of Dermot Kennedy, so I associate his music with you now. (And @theodoradevlin, because I know she likes him as well).

An ode to your feline stalkers.

#sebastian's musical owls #three song asks #eva #feel alive - andrew rayel #dare you to doubt me - the script #shine a light - banners #life's what you make it - graham colton #put your hands up - forest blakk #head down - lost frequencies #come alive - the greatest showman #I'm good (blue) - david guetta/bebe rexha #two hearts - dermot kennedy #feed me (git it) - little shop of horrors

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One of my faves from my duel links pvp deck ✨🪽

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Meet The Janiero Twins

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#Thejaniero #sanrio #morningmark #Zil Janiero #Kevin Janiero #Rayel Janiero #Edward Janeiro #The owl house #THO #Tho comics #starvstheforcesofevil #Svtfoe #Equestria girls

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The Unexpected Human Problem - Part 30

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Summary: The night her abductors die, Rayelle finds herself running for her life. She doesn’t know where she is, what is following her, where to go. All she knows is she’s not on Earth any longer and the thing chasing her has the capacity to kill.

Will sense return to Tai'qdei before he catches Rayelle? Or will Rayelle be subjected to the yautja’s natural inclinations?

And what happens afterwards?

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The rest of Rayelle’s life came sooner than expected. She should have known Evan wasn’t going to take his losses well. To his credit, he bided his time with a fake smile on his lips and even seemed to move on with a girlfriend. She hoped everything boded well.

She should have known better. That was all Rayelle thought as she was pulling into the parking lot of a highway truck stop, when she saw the truck speeding toward her in the rain.

This truck stop was a “drop off-pick up” location she and Evan had designated. Neutral ground. It was midway between their respective homes and very much closed on this day of all days.

“-ey were supposed to wait.” Blearily, she heard Evan snarling to himself as he yanked one of the back doors open. A little farther off, she heard the squeal of tires as the truck drove off. There was more scuffling closer by and she realized Elliot and Skylar were getting ushered out. “Get in my car!”

“What about mom?” Skylar asked, their tone wobbling. “We gotta take her to the hospital!”

There was a pause. A hissed expletive. Then she heard gravel crunching away before her door suddenly yanked open. She felt herself lifted, smelled the sickeningly familiar aroma of Evan’s cologne.

With her head still spinning, she struggled in his hold, but he quickly threw her in the back. Both kids crowded around her, asking her questions. Her head swam, unable to focus on any of their words. There was a sense of movement, a faint register of turn signals clicking and the roar of the car speeding up.

Rayelle’s brain didn’t make sense of anything until Skylar nervously said, “Dad, t-this isn’t the way to the hospital.”

“You wanna tell ‘em about the men y’sent after me?” Rayelle pushed herself upright, words slightly slurred. The world spun at the edges of her vision.

Ice emanated from Evan’s answer, “I have no clue what you mean.”

“You remember. It was the last dinner I agreed to with you, alone.” Rayelle waved her hand, shooting him a look in the rear-view mirror. Part of her knew she was traveling down the worst avenue of discussion in this circumstance, but something in her wanted to needle at him. Maybe it was head trauma, making Rayelle reckless. Or maybe, given how he’d paid someone to run them off the road, she was ready to let her kids see his colors fully. “You waved as they shoved me into a van.”

“I have no fucking clue what you’re saying, Rayelle,” Evan savagely spat, turning briefly from the road to glare at her before whipping back around.

Her expression darkened just as a rumble of thunder sounded overhead. Vibrations rattled the car and she realized just how jumpy, how shaky Evan appeared. Looking in the rearview mirror, she spotted deep dark bags under his bloodshot eyes.

Flanking Rayelle, her children remained quiet and tense. Until Elliot shakily asked, “Where are you taking us?”

Evan didn’t even look back to his children, didn’t soothe them. He just growled, “Somewhere. Just shut up, sweetie.”

Beside Rayelle, Skylar whimpered and Elliot shakily reached for her hand. Her expression pinched, attention flickering from one child to the other. She looped an arm around Skylar’s shoulder, pulling them close. They both were deathly pale, Skylar trembling and Elliot on the brink of tears. Neither was understanding what was happening. Thankfully, neither seemed hurt from the literal car crash that Evan had staged.

Taking a deep breath, Rayelle tried to remain calm. Her kids needed her to be sturdy and strong and unwavering. A brief thought of tendrils and textured red skin and mandibles flared through her mind. Something solidified inside her as her eyes drew to the front, to the rain pelting the windshield.

Attacking him as he drove would do no good. They’d all end up in an accident, possibly dying. She just had to find an opening and take advantage.

It wasn’t long until Evan was driving them off the highway, through rural town streets. Rayelle’s stomach flipped when she noticed he’d driven into a nature park. On a stormy day, it was guaranteed to be empty.

Rayelle and the kids braced themselves as the car raced through the parking lot, hopping a curb to drive on a bike trail. The sounds of rock and mud and the chugging on the engine roared around them as the car shook from being forced off-road. Rain continued to patter over the car, loud and incessant. The tattoo of the rain was joined by the shrieking scraping of branches along all sides of the vehicle.

By the time the car stopped, Rayelle wasn’t sure if it was by Evan’s design or whether it had enough. Either way, Evan grabbed something from the other seat and slammed his car door open

“Out!” He barked on the other side of the back seat’s door, waving a gun to emphasize his authority. Slowly, all three clambered out. Elliot, then Rayelle, and finally Skylar. Where the car had finally stopped was in a clearing, a yard or two away from the edge of a cliffside drop-off.

With the firearm acting as a guiding force, Evan waved them to stand between himself and the cliff’s edge. While he motioned, he continued talking. His tone of pained sensibility, verging on breakdown. “It didn’t have to be like this, Ray. We didn’t have to divorce or go through court or any of that! We could’ve been together and happy.”

She positioned herself between her children and her ex-husband, too apprehensive to do anything with that gun pointed at them. Her expression and tone hardened, eyes narrowing as she shot back, “Was I supposed to be happy when you hired those men to kidnap me?”

Evan’s features darkened, pinched as he scowled. “What does that fucking matter? They didn’t do their job.”

“Dad?” Skylar’s uncertain voice barely sounded over another roll of thunder overhead. Rayelle almost flinched, listening to her child’s image of their father start to fracture.

Evan ignored them, opting to wave his ex-wife closer with his gun. “Come here, Rayelle.”

With no other course of action, she obeyed. As she took a few steps forward, Elliot whipped his stricken attention to her, immediately grabbing for her arm. “Mom!”

“It’ll be alright. Just stay close to your sibling.” She shot him a smile, though she herself knew she couldn’t make that promise. Gingerly, she pried her son’s fingers from her arm before continuing toward Evan. He listened to her direction, sidling closer to Skylar, though his expression remained warily on both parents.

“On your knees,” Evan sneered, once more motioning with the gun. She couldn’t help but feel he radiated some malicious smugness, under his bitter exterior. He was going to get ‘the bitch’ on her knees, one last time. Angry swirls clawed at her stomach at that thought.

Just as slowly as she approached, Rayelle began lowering to her knees with her hands still raised. Evan scoffed, oozing disdain as she got halfway. That small sound razed over her, igniting the stoking fury.

With her left hand, she grabbed at his gun-wielding hand, twisting his wrist - away from her kids - just as her right fist slammed into his groin. The impact sent a rush of satisfaction through Rayelle. Watching Evan crumple with a pained groan, the gun clattering away over pebbles, just doubled the satisfaction.

Before Rayelle could dive for the gun, Elliot rushed in. Quick as he was, he snatched up the weapon. Before she could praise him for helping, he threw the gun over the edge of the clifface.

“No!” Thunder rumbled overhead as Rayelle screamed, taking a step toward him while watching the gun careen in the air. Something in her stomach sunk as she whipped around to face Evan again, putting herself between her child and her ex once more. Evan was already on his feet, reaching for something inside his jacket pocket, which only made her stomach lurch. Oh no.

Elliot sobbed, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Can’t we just talk?”

“We’re already past that point. Your mom has already poisoned you enough with this gender confusion bullshit, Emma.” Evan growled as he whipped out a second gun. Rayelle flinched, hearing him say what had - thus far - remained in a court setting. Behind her, she could feel Elliot struck by the emotional hit. He’d been so careful, waffling for a long time between presentations. With the divorce settling down, with the talks he’d had with Evan, Rayelle knew he’d gotten his hopes up.

There was no time to think about that as Evan cocked the gun, the click clear despite the pattering rain. “Maybe I can save Austin, but you two are too far gone.”

“Dad!” Together, Elliot and Skylar screamed, the former a watery cry and the latter a shriek of horror.

“Get down!” Rayelle waved behind her, motioning for her eldest to drop.

The gun went off a deafening boom. The world slowed as Rayelle’s mind raced for options. Duck, dodge, drop… She didn’t have the time. Bracing herself, she waited for the pain of the bullet to rend through her, hoping it didn’t hit anything vital nor cleave through her to Elliot when…

The bullet stopped. Midair. It didn’t simply freeze. It hit something, crumpling in on itself as the sound of impact echoed through the air.

Everyone froze and Rayelle’s brain fritzed for a second, before she realized something else. Where the bullet stopped, where it hit something, rain was not falling. The air in front of Rayelle flickered like a glitched artifact as her eyes slid upward.

An organic clicking mixed with a warble, before the cloaking flickered out. A tall and broad back, armored in black, stood before her, between herself and Evan. Her breath caught as her brain tried to shake off the delusion. There was no way. There was absolutely no way.

Even as she denied it, her eyes caught sight of red-orange textured skin between the plates of armor and long red-black tendrils, pulled back into a sort of ponytail.

Rayelle’s heart thundered in her chest, a sound threatening to escape the back of her throat.

“You!” That caught Rayelle’s attention and her eyes swung toward Evan, her eyebrows furrowing. How the hell did he know about Tai’dqei?

“I knew you were real!” Evan’s scream sounded hinged and deranged as he took a step toward the alien. The gun in his hand shook, but Rayelle wasn’t sure if it was from fear or rage. “Everyone said I was just stressed, but you’ve been tailing me, haven’t you?”

Tai’dqei angled his head at the human and, despite months apart, Rayelle thought she could feel smugness radiating off him.

“And you,” Evan hissed, turning his attention to Rayelle. A growl rose up slow and quiet from Tai’dqei, his muscles tensing even though Evan didn’t seem to notice the warning. “You have something to do with him, don’t you? You weren’t happy ruining my life and my children. Oh no, you had to keep tormenting me!”

Whatever he was about to do was interrupted as Tai’dqei charged at him. Evan howled as a crushing grip snatched up his arm, the firearm was yanked from his hand. Not one to be taken so easily, Evan jerked and struggled. Mud beneath the two struggling opponents gave way, and their footing slid.

Where Tai’dqei remained upright, Evan slipped, landing in the mud. But that was enough to make inspiration strike, as he hefted a glob of mud and hurled it at Taid’qei’s face. It landed with a smack, causing the alien to pause.

A very loud snarl rumbled out of Tai’dqei as he wrenched his mask off. As he latched the mask to his hip belt, the angry guttural clicks echoed through the rain and trees.

“What the fuck, what the fuck,” breathed Evan, scrambling backward on the ground when he caught sight of the alien features. A low growl continued to emanate from Tai’dqei as he slowly followed Evan, like a jaguar stalking their next lunch. Tai’dqei’s mandibles flexed and, from the way he walked, Rayelle got the feeling he was playing with her ex. Evan was no actual threat to him and he was broadcasting that fact.

Quick like a viper, Tai’dqei lunged and snatched Evan’s ankle. A surprised yelp burst from Evan. Tai’dqei hauled the man up upside down, holding him at arm’s length. With a few heavy squelching footfalls in the mud, he headed toward the cliff’s edge. Tai’dqei easily dangled Evan over the edge. A silent threat made which only made Evan yell louder - beg louder - voice tinged with further terror as he remained still.

“Wait, don’t!” Now it was Skylar’s turn to rush in. They grabbed at Tai’dqei’s free arm, but flinched away when the yautja turned his gaze on them. Skylar’s lips trembled, blinking back tears as they weakly said, “He’s… he’s still my dad. Please.”

Tai’dqei glanced up to Rayelle, tone soft though he still held Evan over the precipce. “What are they saying?”

Oh right, Rayelle straightened as she remembered the translator nanobug. Of course, Tai’dqei couldn’t understand her kids.

“They don’t want to see their dad dropped to his death.” With a wave of her hand as she edged closer to the car. She sighed as if resigning herself to taking the higher road. Ignoring the confused and curious looks her kids shot her, she waved Tai’dqei over. “Bring him over here.”

Tai’dqei’s eyes narrowed, his mandibles twitching with amusement. There was something in her stance that made him believe she had something else up her sleeve. Something she deemed more appropriate for her kids to see than their father splattered on the rocks below. So, he obliged.

As soon as he was set down, Evan scrambled to his feet, moving toward Rayelle as if to hug her. “Thank you, Ra-”

Whatever gratitude he was about to show her was cut off as she grabbed his collar, her other hand reaching for his head. Using her pent-up rage, she forced Evan’s face toward the car. Surprised, the man barely even had a chance to resist as his face kissed the hood.

“Never. Threaten. My children. Again!” Punctuating every syllable, Rayelle slammed Evan’s face into the car. The sound of flesh hitting metal echoed through the air, between the raindrops. Once finished, she released him and, with a groan, he slumped against the car. Blood smeared along the metal, his face, her shirt.

With a sigh and her shoulders still tense, she turned to her children and Tai’dqei. All three watched her quietly. She waited for her kids to say something, to voice their dissent.

“Is dad going to be okay?” Skylar piped up, their eyes shifting from Rayelle to Evan. They didn’t exactly move to help their fallen parent, but there was concern woven into their tone.

From the ground, the aforementioned man groaned.

“He’s alive, at least,” Rayelle scoffed, fighting the urge to kick Evan while he was down. She knew she’d have to have a long and difficult talk with Skylar and Elliot - likely two different sorts of conversations - about what just happened, but those talks could be had later. There were more pressing matters on her mind. Turning to Tai’dqei, she demanded, “Why are you here?”

“I… It’s a long story.” Tai’dqei’s fingers flexed as he considered what to tell her. There really wasn’t time. They had a lot to do, depending on the actions they chose from here on out. “We should get go-”

“No, TAC told us you couldn’t come here. What’s going on?” Rayelle took a step closer to him, her finger jabbing him in the chest plate. It was easier for her to hang on to suspicion and anger, than let herself believe their story could have a happier ending. Her mind flew wildly with questions and accusations, her eyes widening as one potentiality settled. “You didn’t steal the time machine thing did you?”

“I did not,” was all Tai’dqei managed to say, before Elliot grabbed his mom’s arm.

Her attention wheeled to her son, finding his expression curious but conflicted. “Mom? How can you understand them?”

She opened her mouth, but closed it when she realized she didn’t have a good answer. Despite how the phrase echoed in her head, considering Tai’dqei had just used it on her, she muttered, “It’s… it’s a long story, sweetie.”

“No, seriously. What the fuck is going on?” Elliot’s grasp released Rayelle as he ran his hands through his own short hair. It was easier for him to focus on the absurd, rather the family trauma that had just passed. “A time machine? And them, are they an alien?”

As Elliot paced away, Skylar intercepted him. They pressed a hand to his arm, as if the touch could calm their brother down. Looking up to Rayelle, their own expression a mirror of conflict and pain and uncertainty as their brothers, Skylar asked, “Can we get out of the rain at least?”

Taking a deep breath, Rayelle turned her attention back to the patiently waiting Tai’dqei. “We need to get out of the rain. Somewhere dry.”

Tai’dqei nodded, inputting a command onto his gauntlet. His ship uncloaked itself, right at the edge of the cliffside, hovering in open air. With a motion of his arm, he wordlessly told Rayelle and her children to follow as the boarding gangway lowered.

“How long has this been here?!” Elliot yelled, though he trudged grudgingly toward the boarding ramp.

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merryfortune · 10 months

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Maybe Spectre and/or Earth for the ask meme!

First impression

Spectre: Yawn, who're you again? I've already forgotten

Earth: Oh, he's kind of a cranky boy [ep 1]

Impression now

Spectre: The love of my life. Deserved better but I understand he is only a main character in my heart. Though I do wish otherwise. I really wish his arc could've been completed so I am cautiously optimistic for duel links to finish the job.

Earth: Deserves the world, I love him so much. He's just out here vibing. He has no idea what the plot of vrains was, he is just here to find his gf and hit the bricks, I love him

Favorite moment

Spectre: Can I say all of them? But of course if I had to narrow it down to a specific moment in a specific scene, his reaction to Playmaker explaining what the Lost Incident was. Chef's kiss. Love my weirdo sm.

Earth: How flipping adorable he was when he thought Aqua was about to confess to him.

Idea for a story

Ages ago I was rolling around a "Hanoi Earth" AU

Unpopular opinion

Spectre: Deserved catharsis also. That, to me, was the theme of s3 and it really is a shame that he got none of it.

Earth: don't have one.

Favorite relationship

Spectre: His Mother <3

Earth: Aqua

Favorite headcanon

Spectre: suffers from that phenomenon where people are real bold online but not so much online. He's socially awkward <3

Earth: inherited Spectre's mother complex and that's why he's like that </3

#thank you for sending my boys I love them so much #asks #headcanon asks #starry-knight-rayel #starry knight rayel

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ursa8772 · 1 year

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Weekly EDM Favorites 2023 - Week One

So about a year ago I started a playlist where every Friday I add seven new tracks every week, tracks that released sometime in the past week. The tracks stay for two weeks, after which I choose my favorite from that week. The other six tracks cycle, so there are fifteen tracks at all times. I thought I’d start including them on this blog, since I don’t really have anything else to do on this blog. This is place for me to talk about music I like, even if no one is listening.

Breathless - Geoplex ft. Lyra Ivy: Geoplex almost went a full calendar year without a new release, but he subverted it at the very last moment.This released in 2022, but it’s still in the correct time frame to be included here. Geoplex is back with some Drum’n’Bass, which he doesn’t make often. Geoplex still includes the orchestral elements he’s well known for. I especially like the break after the second verse. Lyra Ivy’s vocals work perfectly on this track. She kind of sounds like Laura Brehm, which is never a bad thing. Great way to close out the year.

Can’t Say No - JJD: JJD’s few last releases have been a bit underwhelming, but here he’s back in full force. He’s done Hardcore before, but this is the first time he’s done it on NCS. All the energy associated with the genre is present here. The melody is kind of haunting, especially when accompanied by the vocal sample selected.

In Too Deep - Inpetto, DigEx: Finally, an Inpetto track that doesn't rely on the same quiet-LOUD pattern. I get that Inpetto was trying to carve out a signature sound, but it was getting really stale; all his tracks were starting to blur together. He’s ditched that here, yet it’s still recognizably an Inpetto track, showing that he doesn’t have to do the exact same thing every time. DigEx delivers again, and his style blends well with Inpetto’s. This collaboration was a good idea. I get the sense that FHM is in for a good year.

Into Pieces - John Dahlbäck: Some tracks just have a sound that envelopes me when I listen to them, and that’s how I would describe this track. All the little elements combine and go together really well.

Mike & Nina - Raito: Mau5trap’s We Are Friends compilation dropped this week, and among the new tracks there were a lot that I liked, but the best for me was this one. It’s Techno, which is a genre I’m generally not a huge fan of, but here the quirky sound design and fast-paced tempo make it really enjoyable to listen to.

Sleepwalking - Andrew Rayel ft. Mike Schmid: I can really appreciate a well-executed slow-burn. If done right, one drop can be so much better than two. Rayel utilizes synths and Schmid’s vocals to build up an atmosphere, and when the drop finally hits, it feels earned, like a logical conclusion to the narrative painted.

You Only - Michael Feel & Aleco: I don’t really have much to say about this one. I just enjoy it. There isn’t much to this track, but it’s enjoyable nonetheless. The cowbell (I think it’s a cowbell) lead in the drop just works really well.

Follow the playlist here to hear all these tracks and previous weeks as well.