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mmmonie · 3 years

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Hi my other post? Got notes? And I already had this basically ready to go so………….? Here it is I guess! Also I’m so sorry for how long this is LOL…..I am incapable of shutting up once I get going so it’s under the read more for you…….(also?? thank you? for the followers uhm cheesed to meet you? 😳 lol)

This is basically what I imagine the manifestation of a demon's powers to be like??? I called it the “juvenile phase” in my other post so thats what im going with lol

Here’s some things I said in my first post that are relevant here, slightly edited. (I elaborate more on the different ways demons are born in that post and I think they’re pretty self explanatory, but u might wanna go read it just in case it’s not clear enough 😔 sorry): (link to first post)

* Demons have multiple forms, not just the two shown in game. All in all the brothers have 5, each becoming less and less humanoid. (Most demons only have 4)

* Half/human born demons are more likely to have both a tail and wings in their first demonic form. Stronger demons like the brothers are merely showing off the strongest of the two, but everyone has both. (Again bc I think they’re sick as fuck lol) This is why the stereotypical devil in our world has both wings and a tail.

*a demon's features can be influenced by what sin they are, but it’s not a hard or fast rule.**

***this does not apply to little Ds whose look is entirely dependent on their sin. They are an entirely separate conversation 😈 (I elaborate on this briefly at the very end LOL)

* half/human born demons can have two sins assigned to them, though this makes them less powerful in both. Usually there is a more prominent sin.

*It should also be noted fallen angels do not have a juvenile phase. While the powers they develop after the Fall are different, they already come prepared, having had intense restraint implemented in their training in the celestial realm. The only things they develop are tails and horns, which happens very quickly during the Fall. They still have the same instincts as demons lol they are just much better at maintaining control.

*another note: I’m gonna use acronyms for our different types of demons after a while to save me some headache. They’re pretty self explanatory (Ex: half demon = HD)

With that let’s begin, shall we?

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*All demons are born with innate magical abilities, the juvenile phase is just the manifestation of their sins and some of their power. Some powers do not come into fruition until much later in a demon's lifespan. (Will elaborate later)

*They won’t have a complete hold on their powers after this either, it’s just like. The bare minimum of getting a grip so they don’t cause immediate damage LOL they have many years to get into the nuances. Magic to demons is about as easy as breathing, but it still comes with its own challenges.

*Many of the powers that manifest are shaped by what kind of sin(s) they display. I’m gonna say the sin(s) developed depend on the individual rather than it being hereditary. Though there are powers that are inherent to all demons. (i.e. hypnotizing humans like in lesson 11-14)

*The beginning of the juvenile phase starts when a demon develops their horns, wings, claws and tails.

*For almost every demon, the juvenile phase lasts about two or three weeks. A human born’s phase will immediately kick in the day after their ceremony. Because of a half demon’s heritage, their transition is delayed and will usually happen around “middle school” age. (However many thousands of years that is lol. Also imagine going through puberty AND growing a bunch of extra shit.........smh.)

*Natural demons have it slightly easier, they go through this phase very early (around toddler age). They develop the nubs of their horns, wings and tail a while after they’re born.

*However this is NOT easier for whoever is taking care of them. Demons that develop later are mostly self-sufficient, meaning you can leave them to rest a bit. Can't leave a baby alone for very long though, can you? Especially not when they’re hurtling objects around with their mind, or causing things to spontaneously combust. (Also imagine a regular baby during their teething phase……….now imagine a baby’s teething phase being ten times more itchy AND manifesting new powers. Congratulations on your very cranky and powerful baby, best of luck to you.)

*Parents take this in stride as it’s just how demon babies are. It is all very Addams family esque…. like awwww, our baby just tried to induce horrific hallucinations of our own deaths!!! 🥺🥰🤧 they grow up so fast!!!!

*HB and HD wings and things grow in very quickly. The nubs will sprout from the skin and then mature into wings and horns in just a few days. ND transitions are much more drawn out, taking about a week to complete. All the growth is very itchy for everyone though.

*You know when you have an itch that just won’t quit or that you can’t reach, so you have to use some outside force to get some relief? Same concept here. Much like deer and their antlers, demons rub their horns and wings up against things to get to those spots they can’t get to themselves. It also has the added effect of encouraging growth and getting excess skin/keratin off them. Family members often help with preening and scratching.

*There are special concoctions/spells to make the process easier and to help ease the itchiness. As well as products made for specific purposes, like to get at that space where your wings meet your shoulders lol

*There are also things to pad horns. Having your baby demon impale your shins is no fun. Neither is having your best friend accidentally get stuck in the cabinet because their horns went through the shelf.

*The first week and a half is usually when a demon is most active. They are encouraged to play fight, stretch their new wings and become familiar with their new instincts.

•Play fighting is a way to help learn to readjust to their new strength. (and thank god demons are near impossible to kill lol they can get VERY rough.) It’s also considered a bonding activity.

*Hunting instincts also come into play so it’s not uncommon to see a demon in their juvenile phase playing a really fucked up game of hide and seek with their loved ones (no one gets hurt. Probably <3)

*These two skills also help with learning how to fly. A game of fucked up hide and seek in the forest is both fun and educational.

*This is very much like when puppies' paws are too big for they got damn them, except y'know. with horns and claws. So expect some accidental scrapes and

*This is also usually the time where their sin(s) will manifest, along with their new powers. At this point this is where family comes in, as a newly developing demon is reliant on everyone around them to help them learn how to control their strength/powers. Taking care of a demon in their juvenile phase is a family bonding activity, and even those who are prone to being cold are a bit softer during this time. (A reminder that family can be anyone, not just blood related.)

*The second half of their transition is more about conserving energy for the introduction of their final form.

*Nesting instincts kick in and are important here, because any nest created will be that demon's home for a period of time. They won’t stray very far from wherever they’ve chosen to stay. Nearly all demons will just choose a comfortable place in their home to nest, however, some demons (i.e. demons like Levi) need a special place because of their final forms. They will be drawn there instinctively.

*A nest is just composed of soft material and sometimes extra objects. For example a greed demon might want shiny or precious objects around their nest.

*This will also be the home of the loved one(s) taking care of their demon. They will go out and find anything the other one might need or want. A demon will only choose one or two others to take care of them at this time. Other family members are allowed to visit, but the chosen demon(s) stay with their struggling one for nearly the entire last half of this period.

*It’s considered an honor to be chosen and it is a bragging point, especially if you have been chosen multiple times.

*Despite what you might think, parental/domestic skills are very important to demons. They live a very long time, and it be a waste to treat their spawn poorly. They’re stuck with them for nearly an eternity, so you might as well try to do your best with them. Being able to showcase being chosen to whomever your courting is, how you say.............a little sexy. So being chosen multiple times? “Wow you’d be a great parent? Tell me more…..😳”

*Demons will slowly spend more and more time in their nest as they approach the end of their phase. Growing extra things takes a lot of energy! Many demons end up mostly sleeping for the last couple days in preparation for the end.

*Since they are so sleepy, this is the most outwardly cuddly most demons will be. Close family members are encouraged to come stay in the same space for a while. The demon will often be asleep, but waking up and playing games with them is a great way to bond. If you’re REALLY special you might end up being allowed to sleep in their nest for a bit.

*The juvenile phase culminates when the demon reaches their final form (usually the fourth one.) Over this last half, they slowly grow more monstrous features. Scales, fur, claws, eyes, teeth, spines.........the whole lot! Anything and everything you can imagine. Each demon's final form is unique, though they do not get a decision as to what features they have. Final forms tend to be very large.

*This is where they are taught how to use their glamor and how to piece themselves back into a form that’s easier to maneuver. Think of it like starting from the top and working your way down.

*There are demons whose job it is to go mark down the details of every single final form. Things like what powers manifested, to how tall they are, their overall physical strength and what sin(s) they portray, etc. They are all recorded in the royal archives. It’s a bit like a right of passage, especially for younger demons and their parents.

*Going back to the very top, some powers won’t manifest until after the juvenile phase. Some won’t even manifest until the demon has hit sexual maturity (which takes a MUCH longer time for demons.) This is true of almost every power that Lust develops except for perhaps an increase in their charisma/ability to charm. Demons who are assigned Lust are considered the late bloomers of the demonic world, as almost all other sins manifest more power right away.

*Also relating to the top of this post: the reason Little Ds looks are biased on what sin they are is because they are pure concentrated forms of sin given life. They’re extracted from the souls of humans who committed sin, and used for grunt work/errand running. They develop their own personalities as they go, but it takes a bit so they’re kind of a blank slate until then.

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I was gonna be like oh treat for you here’s how the brothers dealt with Satan and his juvenile phase but this is long as FUCK already so I will make…...a separate post. Edit: SURPRISE! treat for u! heres the link if u want

Thanks for reading! Until next time ig?

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snini-9 · 4 years

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Abnormal Behaviour

All information and images can be found on this site. *as by request, some of the videos here were originally from PETA* As seen with other highly intelligent animals such as apes and elephants, cetaceans often exhibit stereotypical or abnormal behaviour. Repetitive in nature, this behaviour has no obvious goal or function and is thought to be a result of boredom, distress, and frustration related to an unnatural environment. As a cetacean’s natural repertoire of behaviours cannot be satisfied in a barren concrete tank, they may try to reduce the resulting tension by developing destructive behaviours such as self-stranding for prolonged periods of time, biting on metal gates/chewing at the environment, vomiting and self-mutilation, or non-beneficial behaviours such as comatose-like states/lethargy, head bobbing and pacing/circling.

Self-stranding is a particularly notable stereotypical behaviour due to its potential to become life-threatening. In captivity, cetaceans are taught to beach themselves on concrete slide outs to present themselves to an audience, or to participate in husbandry behaviours such as having their weight taken. This taught behaviour quickly becomes an abnormal habit as cetaceans have been seen to repetitively slide out and lie motionlessly on concrete surfaces for up to 30 minutes. Killer whales, the largest species of cetacean in captivity, can weigh up to 22,000 pounds. Once beached, the orca’s weight begins to slowly crush its internal organs and damage its muscles, causing stores of myoglobin to be released. Travelling in the bloodstream, the protein reaches the kidneys where it is highly toxic. After a prolonged period of time, the damage to their kidneys is irreversible. Re-entry into the water allows their blood to circulate more freely, and this carries even more myoglobin to the kidneys leading to severe kidney damage.

Photographer Reginald Andreas captured the moment a transient orca stranded whilst hunting elephant seal pups on Sea Lion Island, the Falkland Islands. After vomiting repeatedly, the male died.

Additionally, on top of this risk, beached cetaceans can also perish from dehydration and heat exhaustion. Their thick layer of blubber and the lack of water causes cetaceans to overheat, become dehydrated and dry out. In February 2016, Morgan, a female orca at Loro Parque, intentionally beached herself on a slide out for around 10 minutes.

Morgan beaching herself on a concrete slide-out at Loro Parque. The skin on her melon began to dry out leading to her trainer, Rafa Sanchez, signalling her to return to the water.

Within this time, the skin around Morgan’s melon dried out in 19°C heat. Following this incident, Kelly Flaherty Clark, SeaWorld Orlando’s director of animal training, admitted she’s seen orcas “slide out for 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes, even 30 minutes, on their own.” If Morgan’s skin can dry out in 10 minutes in 19°C heat, it’s unimaginable how damaging this abnormal behaviour can be if performed for 30 minutes at SeaWorld Orlando, Florida, which regularly sees temperatures of up to 28°C.

In the wild, only one small population of Patagonian transients in Argentina intentionally strand themselves for hunting purposes. Consisting of around 22 individuals, the whole population was taught how to perform the unique hunting technique by two male orcas named Mel and Bernardo. This cultural behaviour is passed down from generation to generation of Patagonian mammal-eating orcas and, as no captive orcas originate from this population, it’s completely unnatural for the behaviour to be replicated in captivity. Kshamenk, a bull orca at Mundo Marino, is indeed an Argentinian transient but it is unclear whether he is directly related to the stranding orca pod.

Despite not originating from Patagonian transients, orcas at Kamogawa SeaWorld seem to be avid participants in this behaviour, as do various other species of cetacean trapped in Japan’s often horribly inadequate tanks.

https://youtu.be/hJVybEhJGV4

https://youtu.be/CW6-8t_RSyM

Other damaging abnormal behaviours include wearing the teeth by chewing at the environment and regurgitating food. It’s common for under-stimulated and bored orcas to “chew” metal bars and mouth concrete pool corners, like the main stages and concrete slide outs, consequently causing their teeth to become worn, chipped and broken.

Morgan chewing on concrete.

Following feeding sessions, captive orcas have been seen to regurgitate their food and play with it. Although this may provide the orca with some stimulation, obsessive regurgitation can lead to health problems as the corrosiveness of stomach acid can damage the lining of the oesophagus as well as already worn teeth. According to John Hargrove, a former senior trainer, all of the whales at SeaWorld Orlando, SeaWorld San Antonio and Marineland Antibes frequently regurgitated their food, to the point that it became a notable problem. Trainers at Marineland Antibes attempted to discourage the behaviour by mixing spiny mackerel (a fish with painful spikes) into their food to make regurgitation painful, and therefore less appealing. However, unwilling to give up their harmful habit, the orcas figured out how much spiny mackerel was in their food, when they ingested it, and when it was less painful to regurgitate it.

https://youtu.be/Pnj4rvV4htQ

Perhaps the most worrying of all abnormal behaviours witnessed in captivity is self-mutilation. There are various ways a cetacean can harm itself in a captive environment but the most commonly observed behaviour is for a cetacean to ram its head or body into the walls or gates of its tank. A particularly disturbing example of self-mutilative behaviour in captive orcas would be the behaviour of Hugo, a male Southern Resident killer whale who was captured from the wild in February 1968 and housed at Miami Seaquarium. Prior to being moved to “The Whale Bowl” (the tank that currently houses Lolita), Hugo was housed in “The Celebrity Pool” which is so small that it now houses manatees.

Hugo housed in the “The Celebrity Bowl” in the late 1960 – early 1970s.

“The Celebrity Bowl” now housing manatees.

During his stay in this pathetic pool, Hugo developed self-harming behaviour that consisted of him slamming his body into the tank walls. This resulted in a nasty injury on October 1st, 1970 when he slammed his head into the circular ‘acrylic bubble’ feature of his tank and punctured a five-inch hole into it.

The acrylic window Hugo smashed his head into

The acrylic sliced off approximately two-inches of his rostrum. Hugo had to undergo a 45-minute operation without a local anaesthetic for his severed flesh to be stitched back onto his rostrum. Despite his veterinarian’s best efforts, the sewn-on tissue turned completely white, died and fell off completely after seven days, although Hugo did make a full recovery within just four months.

Newspaper clipping of Hugo’s injury.

Hugo’s self-harming behaviour continued when he was placed in The Whale Bowl with Lolita. On March 4th, 1980, his behaviour proved to be fatal as he slammed his head into a tank wall and suffered a brain aneurysm resulting in his death. He was just 15 years old.

15-year-old Hugo being removed from his tank shortly after his death in 1980.

However, self-harming behaviour at Miami Seaquarium did not end with the death of Hugo. As recently as September 2015, multiple bottlenose dolphins who take part in the oceanarium’s “Top Deck Dolphin Show” were seen to repeatedly hit their heads on the bottom of their tank floor. Watch the video below.

https://youtu.be/QpANcUismqU

Just like Hugo, Kanduke, a Bigg’s transient housed at SeaWorld Orlando, was also known to participate in self-mutilative behaviour. According to Carol Ray, a former SeaWorld trainer, Kanduke would ram himself as hard as he possibly could into the cement walls, metal gates, and glass panels in the show pool on a daily basis. He bloodied his chin, teeth, and rostrum so badly on some occasions that he was not allowed to participate in shows because management said he looked too bad for the public to see. More recently, Skyla, a female orca at Loro Parque, displayed similar behaviour when she breached onto concrete, effectively slamming her body onto the stage, prior to a show.

Skyla, a female orca at Loro Parque, slamming her body onto a concrete surface.

Morgan, another female orca at the same facility, repeatedly rammed the gate of the medical pool she was held in after she was separated from her tank mate, Tekoa.

https://youtu.be/JIqmG_PE7kQ

Some captive cetaceans take it a step further and leap out of their tanks, hitting the hard concrete floor below. Kotar, a deceased male orca who resided at SeaWorld San Antonio, reportedly jumped out of his tank twice whilst at the facility, requiring staff to clear and flood the entire stadium so that they could float Kotar back into the pool. In 2002, Hudson, another deceased orca, jumped out of his tank at Marineland Canada during a feeding session. Reportedly unharmed, Hudson was placed on a stretcher and lifted by crane back into the pool. Eight years later in 2010, Kuru, a female false killer whale, jumped out of her tank during a show at Okinawa Churaumi Aquarium. She sustained minor scratches and bruises from the incident.

https://youtu.be/wxzTyQillMQ

As recently as 2015, a dolphin jumped out of its tank at Gulf World, landing directly on its dorsal fin. According to former Gulf World trainer, Ashley Guidry, the marine park’s dolphins would jump out of their tanks so frequently that a metal rail was added to the top of the show tanks to try to discourage the dolphin’s dangerous behaviour. It wasn’t uncommon for trainers to come into the park in the morning to find a beached dolphin lying on the concrete walkway beside their tank.

Other abnormal behaviours, such as comatose-like states and logging, are not necessarily harmful when performed, but do carry risks of their own – risks which have been held responsible for contributing to the deaths of two of SeaWorld’s orcas. In captivity, it’s extremely common to see lethargic cetaceans floating motionlessly at the surface, known as logging, or lying perfectly still at the bottom of the pool.

https://youtu.be/4dHLzWuVvl0

https://youtu.be/A2qhfcTYP8E

https://youtu.be/vkpOzTETYY0

https://youtu.be/RWq7ZxsadAM

These lethargic behaviours are explained to guests who query it as how dolphins rest. However, although this may be the captivity-adapted version, wild dolphins do not stop moving to sleep. As dolphins must be conscious to breathe, they use unihemispheric sleep, in which they shut down one hemisphere of their brain at a time, to rest whilst remaining alert and able to breathe. Whilst in this state, dolphins remain in close proximity to their pod members, slowly moving forward.

https://youtu.be/W8UyuSijYsE

According to Dr. Naomi Rose, a leading marine mammal scientist, it’s “extremely rare” for wild orcas to remain still for a minute or two, unlike captive orcas who log for hours upon hours at a time. Dr. Rose believes this highly abnormal behaviour is the result of “chronic stress, boredom and inhibition of natural behaviours that occurs as a result of inadequate living conditions” at marine parks and aquariums alike. As for captive orca deaths related to this behaviour, Kanduke, a 19-year-old male, died in 1990 with the St. Louis Encephalitis Virus (SLEV) implicated in his death, followed by Taku, a 14-year-old orca, who succumbed to the West Nile Virus (WNV) in 2007. Mosquitoes, who swarm the orca’s exposed dorsal fins and backs when they’re logging, were held responsible for transmitting the viruses.

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adulttrio-imagines · 4 years

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Yandere!Illumi x Reader Pt 1

A/N: This is going to be a 2-part series since I git a little carried away and didn’t want it to be too long. I’ll post part 2 soon. It’s also fairly dark, so please proceed with caution.

EDIT: I originally posted this answering an ask I was sent sometime back, but tumblr kept messing things up so I’m just going to re-post this

EDIT 2: Part 2 HERE

Prompt: “I would give up everything for the chance to see your laugh again.”

The man in the suit is beautiful.

He’s beautiful in a raw, delicate way that mirrors the unbridled strength his long lashes frame. It’s an uncommon beauty, unique to strange lands far beyond the clutches of York New. Some might even call him odd, with his arrogant face and brittle nose, hunched over the small booth his weak chin and long neck gave him the appearance of an overgrown crane. But as you continued to push your legs to the limit, stretching them wider and wider as you contort your back around the smooth exterior of your pole, you couldn’t help but to tear your eyes away from your adoring fans and observe his demeanor.

This isn’t the first time he’s been to your shows, and based on the regularity he’s appeared at the past few months, you doubt it’ll be his last. He stares at you with impossibly large eyes that never blink (their starvation is pronounced, you feel their hunger even from here), lazily swirling a glass of whisky in one hand as he rests his chin in the other. You can’t see his legs from underneath the table at this distance, but from his posture you can tell they’re long and just as impossibly slender as the rest of his body. As you saunter around the stage, entertaining the roaring crowd that shower you with dollar bills, you note the silky texture of his suit (it’s expensive), the glint of his heavy-looking watch (possibly adorned with gold), and from the way he so effortlessly balances his glass in a well-manicured hand, you can tell he’s well-bred, wealthy, and sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the other noisy hooligans at the bar.

The room spins in gaudy shades of pink and neon green as you twirl around some more, the rush of wind cooling your face. You make your way up the pole, taking extra effort to stretch your legs out and angling them just right to display the soft curves of your thigh, the heat from the room coloring your cheeks as you sneak another glance at the man. More than the money, you like the way his cheekbones arch and the pronounced slopes they produce, the way they shape his fine features when he curls his lips in pleasure and expose a set of perfectly straight teeth that makes your heart pound just a little too fast for it to be normal.

You wink at the crowd before you, making sure to tilt of your waist just right to sneak a peak of your ass, teasingly arching your leg forward as you slowly hitched your already short skirt up just a little more, relishing in their excitement. You reward their charity with a flourish of your own, flashing your brightest smile when their thunderous cheers applaud your performance.

Your eyes snap back at the man in the suit, who’s gaze has remained transfixed on you this whole time. He claps politely, but the amusement that your dance draws from your crowd isn’t reflected in his face as he returns your stare with an empty look of his own.

He’s beautiful yes, in a way that makes you want to twirl your fingers in his silky locks and tug then hard while you kiss into the early hours of the morning. A delicious shiver crawls its way up your spine and you blow a kiss to him. Groping hands reach out from underneath you, desperately reaching for your attention, but you keep your eyes on the strange man, who accepts your kiss with a curled fist.

You lick your lips, unsure if the tremors you felt were from the rush of excitement, the heat of the room, the swirling pools of intent in his eyes, or a combination of all three.

But you do know this.

You’re making him yours.

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Your darling’s name is Illumi, and he doesn’t speak much.

It's not as if you aren’t trying. But he’s still as a statue and unmoving as stone, his face kept carefully blank as you dance around him like butterflies, slowly trying to coax him our his shell, whispering sweet words that drip with honey as you brush a hand against cheek (his skin is ice, and the tips of your skin freeze upon contact). He holds your eyes with his pair of dark abysses, directing your attention towards his mouth as you continue to wrap yourself around him, all but crawling into his lap, the hard wood of the booth creaking under your weight when you plant feather-soft kisses all around his face, paying special care to tease the corner of his lips as you press your hips hard against his throbbing groin.

He doesn’t return your steaming confessions, preferring to grunt one syllable answers in response to your questions, but he receives your affection with barely restraint lust, grabbing your thighs with spider-like hands as he nudges them open, letting out a low groan when you stop rubbing yourself against him and made movement to unbuckle his belt.

“Let me-“ He tells you between breathless kisses, “Let me take you home.”

You can barely contain your own pleasure as he slides a hand against the dip of your hips, struggling to nod.

“Sure.” You feel him smile, and a faint prick nicks the back of your neck.

The room goes dark.

And everything you know changes.

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The cellar Illumi keeps you in is better than most. There’s proper heating, a small equipped bathroom in the corner, and a warm nest of blankets for you to curl into whenever the coolness of the stone floor after a fit of misguided rage becomes too much and form sores on your delicate ankles.

There’re no windows here, so you make a game of counting the scratches on the wall, bathed in the comfort of the dark, to make time go faster, adding a collection of your own on the wall beside your bedding when the days slowly stretch into weeks, even when your nails are filed down to blunt tips and your fingers are raw and inflamed.

Sometimes the boredom of it all drives the final nail into your head and snaps your existence in half, and you would brokenly hum songs of distance past, following the buried memories of times long forgotten, dancing around the small room on delicate toes and graceful arches, so different from the bold movements you made from your stage at the bar, before the old pain from your left knee would force you crumpling to the ground and bury your screams into the blankets.

“Why won’t you eat the food I give you? Would you rather starve?” Illumi asks you calmly. You eye him warily and drop your gaze to the neatly arranged fruits that lined the plate. He visits twice a week, dressed in strange clothes dotted with circular yellow nubs of what you can only guess to be buttons, often bringing with him baskets filled with peace offerings of sweets and little trinkets, as if they will make you happy.

You nibble at a slice of apple, careful to keep your gaze on the ground as you fight down the urge to empty what little contents you had in your stomach, one part out of hunger, ninety-nine parts from the ache in your head when he slapped you into the stone wall and bashed your face into it with extra vigor for refusing to take a bite of the bread he brought down the week before.

“Good job!” And he’s empty, empty, empty. The hollowness in his joy almost scares you as much as when he leans down to pay the top of your head patronizingly, as if you were nothing more than a badly misbehaving puppy who finally learned to obey. His fingers dig into your scalp when he feels you flinch under them, and he rams you headfirst into the ground as you helplessly choke for air when he carefully applies pressure to your trachea, all but strangling you while staring down with sinking eyes that drown out everything else.

And you realize three things.

He’s neither human nor beast.

He’s a beautiful doll who carved his name into your flesh for no reason other than because he could do it.

And there’s nothing you can do to escape.

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“Dance for me.” Illumi demands one day during one of his many visits. You look up your cup of tea, and stare at the man sitting cross legged across from you on top of a checkered blanket, like some sort of demented underground picnic. Under the flickering light from his kerosene lamp, his skin looks especially pale, and the gaping holes that represent his eyes are especially haunting. His visits range in frequency, and you can’t tell if you like it more since his absence is peaceful, or hate it for how unpredictable he gets when he does see you.

Hesitantly, you get to your feet and walk into the center of the room where a lone pillar stands. You place a hand of it, inwardly grimacing from its roughness, and forcing your body to contort around it. But just as you start, he raises a hand and shakes his head.

“No, no, no, not that.” He says, hair shimmering like black waves out in the sea, as formless as his tone, “I want to see your other dance, the one you perform when I’m not here.” You blink, not surprised to learn that he keeps track of your movements frequently enough to see you dance on those rare occasions. Instead, you kneel down to his level and take a sip from your cup, smacking your lips loudly as you smile widely and say, “No.” He strikes you across the face, and breaks an arm for good measure. You can tell from how easily it crunches in his grasp that your nerves are destroyed, especially when it flop helpless next to you in the ground. It is the first time he inflicts permanent damage on you.. But it’s not the last.

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You learn that your Illumi’s last name is Zoldyck. It’s hard to miss since it’s painted and hung high in every room he brings you in.

His change in mood is astounding and you’re cautious not too upset him. You’re unsure what flipped the switch, but suddenly your above ground for the first time in months and the sun that shines through the large French windows that span from ceiling to floor hurts your eyes, but it feels painfully good to feel the warmth of natural light grace your face.

You look wistfully out into the garden, where acres of woods stretched endlessly before your eyes, and a range of mountain lines dot the far edges of your vision. And wonder if you would even be so lucky to feel grass press against the soles of your feet again.

The Zoldyck mansion is huge, lined with riches and elegance that screams of old money, and it’s easy to lose yourself in the passage of time as you wonder aimlessly through the elaborate halls, admiring each ancient artefact that tastefully decorates each room. But even its size and grandeur pales in comparison to the aura Illumi exudes that makes you feel so insignificant and small, as if the universe itself would split and swallow you whole. You dance around the mansion, often in the dead of night on weeks where Illumi disappears into the shadows that cut unnaturally into the walls, your feet guiding you through both the lavishly decorated rooms to the empty halls. It’s easy to pretend that you were in a haunted mansion as you sang from door to door; you never see anyone else, but the continuous presence of following eyes that track each leap you take reminds you of old ghosts lurking behind corners. “Where’s your favorite part of your house?” You ask Illumi one sunny afternoon, when you’re both lounging in his sunroom and lapping up what limited time you had left with the sun before autumn arrived and brought the chill with it.

He is surprised by your question, as if no one has ever asked for his opinion in his life, and blinks impossibly slow in response. Placing a finger to his lip, he quirks his head and hums. “Hmmm. I don’t know. I don’t really care much for this house.”

And just like almost everything else he does, it’s horribly empty, and succeeds in shutting out your efforts and extension of friendship.

You return to starring listlessly at the lush gardens below, and make a mental note to ask Illumi if you could one day explore those grounds as well. There were only so many halls you could pass before turning into one of the many ghosts that haunt the mansion.

.....

Zeno Zoldyck is the first and only family member you ever meet. How you ran into him was mere coincidence. You’ve never left Illumi’s wing of the house. But by sheer coincidence do you run into the old patriarch on one of his rare ventures into the family library.

“It’s not easy playing chess alone. You don’t grow at all as a player if you’re only exposed to techniques you are familiar with.” He slams a pawn over your queen, ignoring the shriek of shock you return over his sudden appearance, and takes a sit across you. Despite yourself, you calm what nerves you had left and nervously prod your own pawn forward. He spares you fleeting glance and switches your rook out for his bishop.

And just like that, in the gaping hole that was Illumi Zoldyck’s home, you made a friend.

Zeno is a peculiar old man. He drinks only jasmine tea and likes it so hot it scalds the skin of his lips (you eye the scars that travel down his neck, self-inflicted and not from battle); like Illumi is gaze is piercingly empty, but unlike Illumi he can talk for hours on end and never fails to brighten your mood on days you felt as if your head was full of cotton and your eyes only saw the deaths of stars. You decide you like his straightforward ways and cheeky words, and you can only guess he likes how you’re the only person willing to entertain him in this lonely home on the most boring of days. He’s sprightly for an old geezer, and his wit tempt the corners of your lips ever so slightly.

And so you both meet once a week for a game of chess.

You’ll drink poison and burn your tongue if it meant filling up the empty spaces of time that suffocated you whole.

“What was he like as a child?” You decide to ask one day. Zeno doesn’t take his eyes away from the board (you tried switching the pieces once, and now he knows better than to trust you).

“Stupid. And ugly, if you ask me. Who knows what his mother ate.” He moves his king away from your bishop.

“Like an ugly duckling.” You hum in agreement and move your knight over to his king instead. Grumbling incoherently, he retreats his king further.

“Nothing like that. He’s was never really there,” tapping his forehead, he gives you a pitying grin, “I’m sure you understand.” You shrug in response.

“He couldn’t have helped it.” His king narrowly misses your pawn, and you click your tongue in irritation. A comfortable silence draws on as you both analyzed the board.

“Why do you defend him?” Zeno finally speaks after he slides his knight over to your king, and you bring your knees up to your seat, hiding the lower half of your face behind them before finally shrugging.

“He was a child, there wasn’t much he could have done.” It’s difficult to ignore the bitter taste those words form, and you push them all away as you bring your surrounding pawn to his knight. Zeno frowns.

“But he is now a man, and you are his prisoner.”

You can’t help but sigh when his bishop finally corners your king,

“I know.”

.....

On the nights where Illumi was home, he would occasionally demand you perform for him. Creeping hands dragging you from corner you curled into on the bed you unwillingly shared with him, not caring that the force of his careless throws injures your back further and colors your body with more bruises than you could possibly care to count.

“Why won’t you dance for me?” He demands you once again. It’s different this time though, you realize from watering eyes, choking on the cloud of poison that radiates from him, weighing you down to the floor as you feel your feet slowly turn to stone and merge with the tiles. You do not understand this sudden burst of anger (you think it’s anger; grief, rage and bitterness all swirl around you in endless clouds that it becomes very hard to differentiate one from the next) and you cannot stop yourself from begging for relief as the temperature in the room plummets to dangerously low levels.

“I can’t.” Dark circles creep dangerous close to the edges of your vision. He drives his foot further into your stomach.

“You can.” He nudges you hard, and the blood you cough out stains his foot.

“I can’t.” You want to scream in his face, and somehow he hears the resistance in your voice and digs his foot deeper.

“Why can’t you do this, for me?” He lifts you by your hair, forcing you to look right at him. “Is it because you can’t? Or is it because you won’t?” The last syllable rolls off his tongue with such harshness you never thought him possible of.

“Please,” You plead instead, grabbing at his legs, “let me go.”

It’s only for a fraction of a second, but you see his eyes widen and the pure, unadulterated rage he spews strangles you, and it is so, so bitter that your heart stops and the world fades. He backhands you, and the stinging slap he gives hurts less than the searing pain that sets your chest aflame as holds your down and carves his name into your skin, right at where your collarbones dip and met, slowly and carefully etching something with needles he pulls seemingly out of his shirt. You put up a struggle, desperately screaming for someone, anyone to save you, but he just as easily pins you down and continues his task as if your screams were nothing (they probably weren’t).

“You are mine.” He says, after a long eternity, and your throat his hoarse and raw from all the begging. You can only stare at the name he forcefully carved into your skin with abject horror, shaking furiously, half from fear and half from grief, at how you would now be forever reminded of him.

He licks the blood off his needle, and whispers, “never forget that.”

#hunter x hunter #hxh #illumi #illumi x reader #yandere #angst #zeno zoldyck #zoldyck family #illumi is not a good bean in this #my writings #tumblr has been a real b lately

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imma-lil-teapot · 4 years

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TMNT 2003/2K3 Headcanon: Crying - (Raphael)

Feel free to scroll past this first part if you’re not interested in my silly rambling and nonsense. I won’t mind. Promise. ;)

Alrighty then, lockdown has officially started here. :/ *Unenthusiastic streamers fly* Oh well, look what we have all the time in the world for: WRITING! *Enthusiastic streamers fly* Not too much extra to add in this regard since the last headcanon (thanks a bunch for the likes btw, guys :D ), so I guess we’ll just get right into it. :)

Please bear in mind that I’m SUPER rusty! Haven’t written in ages so there are bound to be typos and all matter of general errors scattered throughout the post. Don’t pet them! They bite!

Anyhoo~ Despite attempting to create and share with the goal in mind to uplift spirits, I decided to start on a rather upsetting subject (PLEASE DON’T LEAVE! They end on happy notes ;) ) because, Imma just come and say it, I enjoy seeing my favourite characters shed tears (not for just any old reason -their personality plays a huge role in this- and CERTAINLY not for sadistic reasons, land sakes no! But… well, you’ll see~ ;) ) It makes me all gooey and fuzzy inside to see them display such raw emotion and I just wanna leap into the TV screen to hug and console them. I dunno why. Maybe I’m nuts like that. (Remembers Raph crying at the farm when Leo was badly injured and wishes she could just hug them all and take away the pain) Oh well, if you enjoy visualizing the same, then *High Fives*. :)

So yeah, if you read the title, you’ll know this is based on the 2003/2k3 series (my favs). Hope you all enjoy~ :D Grab tissues cause sad turts ahead! :’(

Jibber jabber stops here~

TURTLES~

LEONARDO

RAPHAEL - You are here

DONATELLO - Coming soon

MICHELANGELO - Coming soon

WARNING(S): Because of the subject, Angst and Hurt/Comfort will be present.

RATING: G (General)

WORD COUNT: Uhhh... *Shrugs shoulders*

ANYTHING ELSE TO ADD:

Well, you’re just gonna have to scroll down to find him, Master Splinter. ;) I really didn’t know what to add so... *Shrugs* And look at da squishy Turtle Tots, dey so cuuuuute!!! <3

TO THE HEADCANONS~~~~

~RAPHAEL~

– With his infamous hotheadedness and quick capacity for battle, it’s of course natural at first for one to expect Big Bad Raphie-Boy to be completely opposed to the very thought of crying. He is the resident ‘tough guy’ after all.

– However, this notion couldn’t be farther from the truth: sure, he can be brash, quick to temper and lash out at those that give him enough incentive to, but underneath that rockhard exterior beats the heart of a real softie, and when something truly upsets that tender muscle, you can bet Mr. Hothead’s not going to try too hard to keep the tears at bay.

– He’s as passionate as he is headstrong, and reining in such powerful emotions proves to be difficult at most times for him, so out of the four of them, and given the right circumstances, Raph can be surprisingly easy to get the tears flowing.

-- He’s no crybaby by a long shot, mind you, but he also knows that holding back on the waterworks is pointless and makes one just feel worse in the long run. If you’re going to cry, just cry. Simple as that.

-- Like all of his brothers, Red can’t handle the thought of losing any of his family and close friends. It tears him apart inside and he’ll desperately attempt to protect and prevent anything terrible from happening to them, but when it does, he’s an emotional wreck and doesn’t always know how to handle his distress.

– His initial reaction is to be by their sides before becoming outraged, and depending on the different situations, it’s not uncommon for him to also nag and pass remarks at the injured brother(s). It’s the only real way of expressing his fear of losing them before dampness starts forming in his eyes.

– Despite his tough guy front, he’s not against crying in front of his family and friends at all. He knows his place and doubts a few tears will have them seeing him in a different light, particularly his father/master and brothers for they’ve seen the worst in him on many occasions.

– It’s only when a particularly harsh meltdown wishes to happen does Raph choose to spare them the sideshow; he knows it’s not a pretty sight, so before the sniffling begins, he leaves the Lair and heads topside for some much needed air.

– He chooses the nearby rooftops as his destination; the ideal location to let go of the ever building waves of raw emotion that continue to grip at his chest, and by the time he makes it up the fire escape ladder, he spares little time letting out a rough growl in frustration, kicking an air vent a couple of times for good measure.

-- With some rage and frustration now out of his system, he heads on over to the brick wall and turns his back to it, roughly sliding down into a sitting position and exhales a dismal sigh. As he subconsciously replays the earlier events through his mind, he finally allows the next phase of his sorrow to surface unbridled.

-- He dolefully holds his head in one hand and balances it on a single knee pad as the tears now begin to flow freely.

– They instantly soak into his mask, and he grits his teeth as he feels the surges of emotion wrack his entire body. He doesn’t characteristically whimper or sob when crying, but he coughs a lot, and his nostrils leak like a faucet, forcing him to frequently sniff and snort just in order to breathe. This is the very reason why he refuses to really break down in front of the the others; not because of his tenacity, but because he simply finds the whole affair gross. His family certainly didn’t need to hear him constantly hacking up a lung and sounding like an untuned trumpet every time he blew his nose.

– The episode doesn’t last too long, though, much to his delight, and after some more thorough nasal clearing, Raph then wipes at his still somewhat wet eyes and mask before drawing out another -now exhausted- sigh.

-- He’d begin gradually twirling a single sai around whilst he collected his thoughts. It felt more natural to keep his hands busy than have them being static when he was feeling this way. As his demeanor altered, so did the actions he performed with it.

– He wouldn’t return to his family just yet for there was still some brooding left to be done... At least that was what he’d convinced himself he was doing. He wanted a clear head when he returned so for now, he’d remain in place on the rooftop in the crisp air with the city bursting with life just below him.

-- He had to admit, it was certainly the best place for him to be with his thoughts. Comforting in fact. A true New Yorker at heart.

BONUS EXTRA~

– Aside from having everyone special to him perish, one of Raph’s greatest fears is his inability to fully control his own temper. On more than one occasion has it gotten out of hand and thus resulted in him injuring his own brothers, and it had shaken him to the core each time.

– He’s come to the realization that he is his own worst enemy when it comes to reigning in his own inner rage, and it uneases him immensely that it could happen again and he’s fully aware that the probability is higher than he cares to admit. The more he concerns himself with it, the more it upsets him and thus, the tears of frustration start.

– Fortunately, his bros are there for him and can tell when he’s feeling low about it. They know the best course of action is to have a light-hearted conversation about it with him and offer their reassurances... With Mikey of course adding his own two cents on the matter in his unique Mikey style, which usually involves poking fun at his brother in red and causing Raph to go from broody to enraged in record breaking time. Just how it should be.

– Not only is Raph A-okay with crying himself, but he’s often first on the emotional support committee to offer the shoulder of comfort to his friends, amazingly enough, and he’s actually pretty decent at it too. Though, not for absolutely everyone; he has his limitations when he knows someone’s really just blubbering for attention.

– He wasn’t always so accepting of shedding tears, though: as a very young Turtle Tot, he often thought of it as being too ‘babyish’ for him to do and thus despised it whenever something happened to cause him to tear up.

– It took Master Splinter a rather surprisingly lengthy amount of time to change his perception of crying. No amount of explanations on how it was a perfectly natural expression of emotion would sway his son.

– It got so out of hand that Raph would be in utter denial about crying right in front of his father, even while the latter would be staring at his tear-stained face directly in front of him. “M‘not cryin’,” the little Turtle would sniff. “Cryin’s fah sissies.”

-- Splinter could only sigh and shake his head as he knelt down to embrace his son. When could he feel that Raphael would not fight the closeness, he’d give him the same lecture again, and Raph would finally succumb to his emotions and sob into his father’s robe whilst Splinter comfortingly rubbed his shell.

-- He could only guess that his words finally got through to his son for ever since that day, Raph’s entire attitude had altered for the better on the subject.

BONUS EXTRA EXTRA FEMALE READER OR S/O EDITION~ (Can also use an OC/FC insert if you wish, up to you)

From the moment you entered the Lair, you could clearly see something was up; Mikey was nursing an obvious wrist injury with a bag of frozen peas and hovering around Donny’s work area, complaining about the swelling to the purple-banded Turtle, who appeared to be paying little attention towards his ‘younger’ sibling as his back was turned.

"Hi, (Y/N).”

You visibly jumped at the voice behind you and briskly turned, only to meet Leonardo’s placid form, and he swiftly apologized for the start.

After the formal greeting, you gestured with a thumb in confusion at the former scene with an added, “Do I want to know?”

The leader’s facial features altered to a more serious aspect. “The end result of testing Raph’s patience,” he offered, which instantly had you more than a little concerned. Sure, Mikey could come off as being annoying, but to go so far as to physically harm him?

“Are you sure it’s not worse than ‘just a sprain’?” You overheard the injured brother asking Donny, whose focus remained on a contraption of sorts you couldn’t quite make out on his desk.

“Yes, Mikey, you’ll live,” he responded with just a hint of weariness. “But no swinging your nunchucks around for a coupla days,” which was met with a typical whine in response from his patient.

“It’s really not as bad as he makes it out to be,” Leo then added, turning your attention back towards him. Though you didn’t express it, you were grateful to hear the good news.

"Where is he now?”

“Topside most likely.” Of course. It didn’t surprise you in the least that Raph had chosen to head there and you quickly set a course for the surface. “Need an escort?” The leader in blue offered, to which you politely declined. You knew he needed no further explanation.

As you pushed back the manhole cover and made your way towards the nearest fire escape ladder, you were unable to put aside the various speculations as to why your special Turtle would hurt his own brother... Well, you would be kidding yourself to say you didn’t have at least one very plausible theory in mind, but as you neared the top of the ladder, the guesswork was instantly dropped and replaced with trepidation for you knew how Raph felt about injuring family.

To put it simply, you were going to be dealing with a very dejected Turtle, and true to form, as you peered over the top of the building, the iconic emerald green hide and red mask tails met your sight.

This was Raph’s favorite spot to gather his thoughts after all, so it was a no-brainer decision to begin the search there, and it was clear as day that it was exactly what he was doing for he made no effort to acknowledge your presence as he remained seated against the wall in a slouching position and gaze locked out front.

As expected, he appeared to be moping. “Hey, Raphie,” you greeted, clambering over the wall.

You were unable to tell if he had been aware you were nearby for he made no prior indication but instead merely replied with a gloomy, “’Sup, Kiddo?” No movement whatsoever.

It amused you whenever he chose to refer to you by that nickname, especially since you were both the same age, but as you ambled on over towards him, you were left anything but amused as your former notion was set in stone when you caught the telltale signs of wet stains under his eyes. “You okay?”

“Peachy.”

It wasn’t the first time you had witnessed ‘ol Red crying, but it didn’t prevent your heart from breaking all the same. Something about seeing the bullheaded bad boy in tears left you in a real state of dismay, so without invitation, you seated yourself next him, affectionately leaning against his side, but before the consoling could begin, you had to gently ask, “You wanna tell me what happened?”

“Ugh, it was so stupid! Mikey wouldn’t quit goin’ on n’ on about beatin’ me in the Battle Nexus tournament and kept rubbin’ it in our faces about becomin’ the champ,” he exclaimed with shockingly little provocation, sniffing loudly. “I jus’ got so sick’ve it this time, an’ it’s not like we neva duked it out before or nothin’ but... I went too far this time, (Y/N), ya know?”

He still refused to look at you as he began to wipe away some fresh tears that were forming in his eyes.

Your assumption had been correct all along; you acknowledged full well how Mikey’s triumphant achievement grated on Raph’s last nerve and how the orange-banded Turtle would seek out every opportunity to gloat about it in a bid to purposely provoke his ‘older’ brother. “Well, you know Mikey, Raph,” you said, not quite sympathizing with the actions he took, but rather offering some support. “He tries to get under your shell on purpose.”

"Yeah, I know, but... Dat’s no reason ta clobber the guy. Not like that, anyway” You noted how his voice gradually lowered grievously and you couldn’t stop yourself from placing your head on his shoulder.

“No, it isn’t, but...” you knew you were grasping at straws by this point, but still offered, “They say it’s not as bad as he makes it out to be.”

He sighed dolefully. “I lost control again, (Y/N),” and you could feel the vibrations beginning to surge through him. “No matta what I do, I jus’... I jus’ can’t...” He trailed off, wracked with emotions as he covered his face with one hand and allowed the tears to fall, a cough slipping here and there.

You heart bled for this boy, and more than anything right then, you longed to relieve him of the pain, so you did the only thing you could think of: be right there by his side, comforting him through the breakdown. “Oh, Raph. It’ll be okay,” you calmly whispered, slinking an arm around his carapace and shoulders, bringing him closer and lightly squeezing his bicep with your free hand. “It’ll be okay.”

He leaned into the much needed support and continued to allow his misery to flow forth. You didn’t mind in the least for it was exactly what he required in order to heal, and you would be there for him every step of the way.

AND THAT’S A WRAP!

ALL THE FEELS!! I EMBARRASS!!

WOOT, that’s Turt number two completed! Sorry it took a little longer than expected; I still feel rusty with sentence structure and all and am not entirely pleased with the outcome, but I did feel an improved ‘flow’ from the first so maybe things are slowly coming back to me? Or maybe it was the scenario; it felt more natural o write than Leo’s... Maybe cause Bloo Boi’s my fav Turt and I felt added pressure with his?

Oh well, Donny Boy’s next~

Thank you all so much for the read and hope you enjoyed~ :D

~Drag0n Mistr3ss’ Random Fandoms*

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wisdomrays · 3 years

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TAFAKKUR: Part 231

THE KOALA AND ITS AMAZING FEATURES

Do not be misled by my appearance into thinking I am a type of bear. Although we koalas may resemble bears, we have been created with quite different characteristics. Our birth, diet, habitation and development bear no comparison with those of the bear. Do not misunderstand me. The assertions I make are not because I do not like bears. I was just pointing out that we have been granted various distinct attributes by the Creator. Although some of the abilities and habits of my species that I will describe may seem a bit uncommon, I am totally aware that these unusual abilities are a divine blessing bestowed upon us by our Creator to make our lives easier and more convenient.

The Creator of the universe, the eternal power of existence who has constant awareness of the activity of every cell in our bodies, has endowed us with many fascinating characteristics in the features of our diet and process of reproduction to enable us to live within the ecological stability and principles of adaptation in our natural environment. I will try to explain some of these features to the best of my ability to give you a brief but significant idea of our unique and amazing creation.

Unlike humans, for whom the total development of the fetus and organs takes around 280 days in the womb, we remain in our mother’s womb for a much shorter period. Following a 34–36 day pregnancy, we are born into the world around the size of a bean, blind and earless. As soon as our mothers give birth to us, we crawl by divine inspiration into a pouch created for our protection and development on our mother’s belly. This pouch is why you define both us and kangaroos among the animal kingdom as marsupials. If we did not climb into the pouch created for us to complete the process of our development, we would not be able to live for the first five months of our lives. We feed by sucking the taps of nourishment, the two teats found within the pouch, for the first five months of our lives without leaving this cozy place of security. After about five months hidden in the pouch, we gradually begin to stick our heads out to learn how to benefit from the other substances God has created for us in the universe. While the younger mothers of our species can give birth every year, the older females only give birth every two years or so.

After the first six months we obtain sustenance from our mothers which contains the bacteria and nutritional weaning supplement our digestive system requires to enable us to make the transition from our mother’s milk to the nutrient which becomes the main provision we depend on for the rest of our lives, eucalyptus leaves. In the eighth month of our lives we become a bit more active and sometimes leave our pouch and ride on our mother’s back but we climb back into our pouch at the first sign of danger. We begin to fend for ourselves and eat the eucalyptus leaves with no help from our mothers a year after our birth. We have our very own eucalyptus tree, sometimes even more than one, and we mark the tree by scratching it with our claws, a kind of signature that defines which of us lives in a certain tree.

It may seem unbelievable to you but we hardly drink any water. This is why our name is said to derive from a word of the Aboriginal language meaning “No drink.” This is mainly due to our diet because our need for water is provided by the eucalyptus leaves we eat, which contain 40–60% water, enough for our bodies. As well as this our digestive system and kidneys have been created with a structure that takes the maximum benefit from the water in eucalyptus leaves and wastes the least possible amount of water. The rate of our metabolism is quite low compared to that of other mammals. This is another factor which greatly reduces the loss of water from our bodies, so we do not have to constantly climb down from the trees we live in to find water.

Those who call us lazy because we sleep a lot, an average of twenty hours a day, unfortunately do not know very much about us. Sleep is necessary for us because fibrous eucalyptus leaves contain very little protein and very few other nutrients. This means they provide us with a low energy diet so we have to optimize our use of this energy. The Creator adapted us so that we sleep for 18–20 hours a day to save energy. So never compare us with those who have the ability or energy to be active but waste their valuable lives in unnecessary actions or idleness.

The high content of aromatic oils and various chemical components of cyanide found in eucalyptus leaves are extremely poisonous to many plant-eating animals but we are an exception. God created us with a unique digestive system because the main ingredient of plants, cellulose, is such a hard substance to digest that we have been created with a caecum, a section of intestine much longer (200cm) than that of other mammals, which acts as a chamber of fermentation. Here the high-cellulose eucalyptus leaves are easily broken down by bacteria and microorganisms living in our caecum, a process which then enables our digestion of the leaves. Some of the harmful oils and components (phenol compounds) in the leaves are refined by our liver, which works in an excellent manner, and then these oils are excreted from our body. The creation of our liver, which acts like a special laboratory that can even transform the most dangerous of poisons into harmless substances, has been referred to by evolutionists ludicrously as “a coincidence” or “unaware mutation.”

There are certain things that we must be wary of in our diet. Out of around six hundred different kinds of leaves we can only eat twenty of them, so from around nine kilos of leaves that we pick every day, we only eat one kilo of the least poisonous ones. We usually choose the fresher leaves, and we detect the amount of poison in each leaf by its odor. This is why our noses are one of the most sensitive organs of our bodies. Sometimes we eat earth to obtain the minerals lacking in our bodies. This sharpens our teeth at the same time.

God Almighty, who created even the smallest detail of the universe perfectly, also created our bodies to meet our every requirement. The All-Knowing Designer of the universe created us with arms and paws so we can easily climb up into the eucalyptus trees we use as our homes, our places of habitat. The soles of our paws that are covered in a thick skin, and our arms and legs, which are equipped with strong muscles, and our hook shaped claws enable us to grip onto the trunk and branches of the tree. We can even sleep while we are hanging from a branch. We have five claws on each of our front paws and two of these claws are placed like the thumbs on your hands. These claws enable us to grip and keep a hold on branches. The second and third claws on our hind paws are joined together to enable a stronger grip. We can grip with all four of our paws just like a human grasps with his or her hand and this helps us to walk up the branches and move around in the tree with great ease.

Our body temperature is perfectly adjusted for outdoor life, and our rainproof fur also protects us from the cold, heat and wind. Our fur changes and adapts every season in length and thickness according to our temperature requirements, Australia is situated in the southern hemisphere, so those of us who live in the south have been created with a longer more bristly fur than those in the north so we can cope with the harsh winter conditions. Our fur has patches of different colors on different parts of our bodies; the darker fur on our backs has been created to absorb and preserve heat while the fur on other parts of our bodies is relatively light in color.

To protect ourselves from strong winds we roll our ears up into a kind of ball and turn our backs, the most insulated part of our bodies towards the wind. The fur on our backs is as protective as that of the animals that live in the Arctic. If you see us curled up on a branch in the winter, don’t worry. Due to our incredible fur coat we are as warm and comfortable as you are in your homes.

Unfortunately, we have been subjected to the never-ending desires and ambitions of humankind. The dingoes, iguanas, and some of the eagles and owls that live in Australia do cause us harm from time to time but the massacre inflicted on us by humans in the nineteenth century was heartless and barbaric. Especially from about 1910 to the 1930s my ancestors were killed for our fur and around 80% of our main source of nutrition was destroyed by cutting down eucalyptus trees. In 1927 our species was subjected to the largest massacre ever. They say that over two and a half million of my brothers and sisters were barbarically killed then. It is reported that there are between two and eight thousand of us living today, and the drop in our population is mainly due to agriculture, urbanization and the destruction of the trees we depend on for our habit and nutrition. There has been a huge increase in deaths among us from contagious diseases and attacks by domestic animals like dogs. In recent years, all praise to our merciful Creator, by the great efforts of some foundations and organizations we have been placed under a conservation order.

This description of our exceptional organs, our behavior we are inspired to adopt, and the many blessings bestowed upon us must have explained to you and enlightened you about certain things. May the greetings of the Almighty, He who created us with a liver to enable us to cope with the poisonous leaves, who enables us to feed our offspring in the security of the pouch on our bellies, who created everything in the universe in total cooperation and harmony with each other, be upon you all…

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howtodisassembleyourdeviant · 4 years

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Once in a Lifetime Ch.3

I might be spamming you guys for a moment. Sorry.

Warning: Robo-gore

Connor was not prepared for what he saw.

Nines was completely still with his chest compartment open. His thirium pump lay lifeless on the side with the tubes disconnected, now connected to a large machine next to Nines. Partially melted bags of ice were sewn about his form, with a few even in his chest cavity. He wasn't breathing, and his synthetic skin was gone. Much like Connor, Nines hated deactivating his skin. It made him feel lesser, which only served to anger him as he should not feel that way because of what he was. Still, there his brother lay, and, had it not been for the red LED circling at a lethargic pace, he would have thought him dead. For a brief moment, Connor saw an image of himself, lying broken on the ground, blue splattered everywhere. A chill ran up his spine as he remembered his first mission, something that still haunts him most nights. The panic and dread threatened to resurface within him. Connor squeezed your hand, which you returned, a minor comfort.

Next to Nines, on another gurney, was a child android. It was smaller than the ones he usually saw, maybe about five or six year old. The android uniform it was dressed in read YK600, a rare and unique model in its self. It really did look pretty close to a child version of Nines. Unlike Nines, however, its LED was out.

"This one was the closest I could get to looking like him. Most of the older models are girls. This one was custom made but nobody ever picked it up." Simon spoke softly, mindful of the atmosphere. "Thank you, this one will be fine."

Hank was staring at the child with a sort of sorrow in his eyes. Connor looked back to the child and realized how closely it resembled Cole. The hair was only a little darker and the skin had freckles spread about here and there, but the face was almost spot on. Perhaps he should request a different model. Before he could say anything, Kamski spoke, having just finished installing the chip into the back of the child android's neck.

"Alright, now all we need to do is wake Nines and have him do the transfer." Hank broke out of his reverie and turned to Kamski.

"You can't do it while he's in sleep mode, or whatever?" Hank is well aware that deviants can feel pain, not quite like a human, but just one look at Nines tells him just how shitty he'll feel if he's woken up.

"Doing it that way increases the chance of corrupting his memories and could potentially crash halfway through, killing him. It will only take a minute. If you would, y/n."

You walked up and began tapping at the screen beside Nines. The LED began to spin faster, but never changed from red. Suddenly, Nines opened his eyes, grinding his teeth as the pain hit him all at once. You quickly moved to be beside him, getting his attention by placing your hand on his shoulder.

"Wha- what's going on?" His voice sounded nothing like his own, replaced with the deep, metallic sound only an android on the verge of shutting down makes. Everything hurt, like his wires had turned against him. He realized he could hear a whistling sound every time he inhaled, the sound coming from his chest. He felt your hand on him and focused on that instead of his rising panic.

Thinking back, he remembered seeing their suspect at the last minute, pushing detective Reed out of the way and being shot. Y/n showed up and began attempting to stem the bleeding. When he told her that his regulator was cracked and he was shutting down, she had shoved her arm into his abdomen and held the hole closed.

He remembered her staying there the entire trip to the hospital. He was scared. It was not as uncommon a feeling that one would be lead to believe, but he had never felt this level of fear before. He didn’t want to die. He wanted to go home, with his brother and father. Y/n began speaking gently, reassuring him that he would be alright and making future plans for him, Connor, and Hank. He tried to imagine how it would be, being with his family. Then, there was a flurry of motion and he was forced into low power mode. He didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye. A few stray tears fell, the weight of the situation hitting him full force. Is this it? Is he going to die? Are they waking him up so he could have the chance to say his final farewells?

“ I don’t want to die.”

Connor’s heart shattered at those words, mirrored by the deviants he had previously hunted down.

Y/n spoke directly into Nines’ ear. It still sounded a bit muffled over the static and blaring warnings, but she spoke slowly, loud, and clear.. "Nines, I know you are in a lot of pain, but I need you to transfer yourself into the android next to you so we can continue the repairs. Can you understand me?"

He didn't say anything, only grunting as held his arm out. You quickly moved the child's hand into his and watched as the skin peeled away from the small hand. A few seconds later and Nines arm jolted before his hand fell, his LED was out. Just before Connor could start panicking, the light on the child model circled from red to yellow, and then finally blue. He opened his baby blue eyes, looking around for a moment. He glanced down at his hands, perplexed by the change. Glancing over to the side, He saw his original body, full of holes with the chest cavity wide open. He had seen many gruesome things as a detective, but this sent fear throughout his core. He could almost still feel the pain, the terror, and the despair. He frantically backed away, falling off the gurney onto the hard floor. He heard someone shout his name, but he was disoriented.

The impact hurt. A lot.

Tears burned in his eyes as he tried to fight them off. He was a detective, the best that was ever made. He shouldn't be crying over a minor fall. Why did it feel like such a big incident? What was happening to him?

His stress levels were rising at a rapid pace. Just as the first tears fell, he felt large arms wrap around him.

"Are you alright, little brother?"

Nines looked up to see his predecessor looking at him. Connor had been the one to start referring to him with the familiar bond when he had awakened him. At first he didn't care, but the more he associated Connor with that title, the more he came to like it. Connor was ecstatic when he had referred to him as 'big brother' for the first time.

This sudden swell of emotions felt overwhelming. Confusion, fear, frustration, sadness, and now comfort all blending together. Why does everything feel so significant?

"No," he sobbed as he griped his brother and held him tighter. Connor held him just as tightly as tears spilled down his own cheeks, finally released along with the pent up fear.

"I think we should leave," Simon spoke, "this is a lot for a child to process."

"I still need to run a few diagnostics before I can be certain the transfer was successful," Kamski began, walking back towards the child. Y/n blocked his path.

"I can handle it from here. I'll inform you if there is anything important."

Kamski stopped and eyed you for a moment before he smiled. "Alright, see that you do. I’ll be in contact soon."

Kamski left, Markus following behind. He stopped at the door and addressed Connor. "We'll keep you informed on Nines' repairs. Until then, he should be safe in that body."

"Thank you, Markus."

While Connor was comforting Nines, Simon turned to you. "I sent a YK manual to your email. I couldn’t find a manual for that particular model, but it should help if any problems arise. If you do have any questions, just give me a call."

"Thank you, I'll be sure to do that."

Simon nodded his head, said his farewell and headed out, leaving you, Hank, Connor, and Nines alone in the room. Hank had yet to say anything, simply staring at the boy.

"Hey, you gonna be ok?"

Hank turned to you before looking back at the boy. It was obvious what had him so shook up. He had taken Connor under his wing not long after the revolution, and then Connor came home one day with Nines in tow, calling him his brother, Hank had no choice but to adopt the other android into his patchwork family. He came to love his boys as they drove him up the wall, never once believing them to be a replacement for Cole. Still, seeing Nines look so much like the child he had lost, he didn't know how to react.

"Hank?"

He had been quiet too long, concern etched into your tired features.

"Yeah... Yeah... I'll be fine."

You didn’t buy it, but it wasn’t your place to push the issue. Instead, you placed a hand on his shoulder and gave a reaffirming squeeze.

After another 5 minutes or so, Nines stopped crying, only sniffling every now and then. His stress levels had dropped as well. It left him feeling tired as he sank against Connor’s chest.

Taking one last look at the RK900 unit, you went over and covered his body with a sheet and turned the machine off. The silence was deafening. Stepping over to the two, you stood in front of Nines, blocking the view of the gurney. "Connor, why don't we take him home? There's nothing more we can do here and it's been a long day."

"Alright," Connor wiped his face on his sleeve and went to stand only for Nines to grip at his shirt. Seemingly realizing his behavior, he quickly released it and scrunched up his brow, confused. "Would you like me to carry you?" Nines looked up at him and frowned, annoyed by the offer.

"I'm perfectly capable of walking on my own." With that, Nines clumsily stood. You couldn't help but smile a bit. The child’s voice certainly taking away any bite those words might have held. It seems you weren’t alone.

"There's the Nines we know and love." Hank chuckled.

All four piled out of the room and towards the hospital door, Hank in front, followed by Connor with Nines trailing behind, and you keeping watch at the rear. Nines was struggling a bit to keep up, but was determined. Once in the waiting room, Gavin looked up and came over.

"What's going on? Is Nines gonna be alright?" Gavin looked down, noticing the child. "Who's the kid?"

Connor, clearly not in the mood to deal with the detective, sighed before giving a curt answer. "Long story short, Nines body was in bad shape, so he transferred himself into this child android until he's able to be repaired."

Gavin was quiet for a moment, processing this new information.

"Well fuck! Here I was, actually concerned, and the fucker could do that?"

Connor grit his teeth, still angry at how the events transpired and certain that the brash detective had done something wrong. Y/n answered instead.

"Yeah, let Fowler know what happened and that we'll be in tomorrow morning to figure out a plan." Gavin nodded. To most, the smirk that accompanied his face could have been seen as disregarding how heavy the situation is, even Connor was pissed that he could be so audacious, but Nines has been working with Gavin for a few months now, learning more about the man than anyone ever would or should. He wasn’t being arrogant, he was relieved.

They headed towards the door, but Nines stopped in front of Gavin, motioning him to bend down.

"You better have the paperwork filled out correctly by tomorrow or you will have to explain to everyone how you got your ass kicked by a six-year-old. And don’t think I didn’t notice you didn’t apprehend the suspect."

Gavin burst out laughing.

"Whatever you say, Cabbage Patch Dick."

They shared a smile before going their separate ways.

Getting to Hank's car, Connor realized they had a problem.

"We don't have a car seat."

"I don't need a car seat," Nines pouted. He was mildly surprised by his outburst. Being a child really brought his emotions to the surface.

"At your size, you do. Isn't that right, y/n?" Connor looked over to you, as if you might have a solution.

"Don't ask me. When I was a kid, I used to ride on the floor of my dad's old truck. If he slammed on the brakes, I would hit my head on the glove compartment."

Connor looked momentarily horrified before Hank burst into laughter.

"That fuckin’ explains a lot. One of you can hold him in your lap and I'll drive slow. We can pick one up tomorrow." Still chuckling, he slid into the driver’s seat as you flipped him the bird.

Seemingly satisfied, Connor moved to take the backseat with Nines, but not before grabbing your arm.

"Was that true?"

You nodded, "Yeah. It was only a three-seater and my brother was too big." Connor looked at you with sad eyes. "It's fine, it was just something people did. I turned out alright."

"Any chance of us going home today?" Hank grumbled from the driver's seat. Connor and you sat down and he pulled Nines into his lap. He fussed the whole time as Connor buckled the seat-belt over the two of them, holding him securely by the waist.

This was ridiculous. He was perfectly capable of having his own seat. He picked at Connor's fingers, trying to remove them, but he was much stronger in this mere child's body. Nines decided to switch tactics.

"Ow!"

Nines had pinched Connor on the top of his hand. Not expecting it, he let go of Nines, inspecting his hand. The white chassis underneath was visible for a second before the skin reformed over it. Seizing his chance, Nines pinched his other hand. "Quit it, Nines!" Connor held firm and put his other hand back on Nines waist. Agitated by the failure, Nines pinched both hands at the same time. He held on, much to Nines annoyance. When he wouldn't stop, Connor deactivated the skin on his hands, effectively ending Nines attempts. He started kicking his feet back, hitting Connor in the shins. "Let go, Connor!" "Nines, stop it! We'll be home soon enough!" "Let go!" Just as Nines started flailing about, you turned around. "If you don't stop fighting, you will be sorry when we get home." Your voice told them you weren't joking. You were tired and now that the adrenaline has left you, you didn't have the patience you would usually have when dealing with a child. You felt a bad after seeing the look on Nines’ face, but with your nerves fried, every harsh sound was threatening to send you into a full blown panic attack. You pulled out your phone to calm yourself.

Something about angering you upset Nines. He's angered you in the past and only suffered minor inconveniences, but had never been upset about it. It always felt justified, he knew he was in the right. But right now, he was upset, and terrified by what you might do if he were to continue. He sat back against Connor, wiping at the tears running down his cheeks.

While Connor agreed that Nines needed to stop, he felt a little guilty for getting him in trouble. He ran his fingers through Nines' hair, pleased at the positive reaction when Nines leaned into it. It seems him and his brother had that in common. You often did the same for him when he had a hard day.

They pulled up to Hank's house and clambered out. The sun had just set and the temperature was already dropping. Nines seemed to already be affected by it, wrapping the tiny arms around himself as he shivered slightly. Connor guided him up the steps behind Hank. You were reading something on your phone, almost running into the porch railing with how focused you were. A quick scan told Connor that you were reading the manual from Simon.

Hank and Nines walked inside the warm house. Sumo, having seen the child, instantly lumbered over and started licking him. Hank had to send him away before he smothered Nines with his tongue, not that Nines seemed to mind. Sumo was usually a little timid when asking Nines for attention. He assumed it was because of his stern demeanor. It was... nice... to be loved so unabashed.

You didn't notice that the door was open, so focused on your reading. Connor wrapped his arm around you and guided you to the couch. Most of the thirium had evaporated from your clothes, but some still remained, and he could still see its traces clinging to your skin. Glancing down, he recognized the same blue staining his own shirt. He grimaced, the sight a reminder of what could have been. He almost lost his brother today. He quickly changed into his favorite hoodie that he usually wore at home. It was Hank's old DPD hoodie, but when Hank grew tired of seeing him in the same white shirt and android jacket, he gave it to him. It had become something of a security blanket for him.

Remembering his promise, he called the pizza place down the road and ordered yours and Hank's favorite. It will take about 25 minutes.

"Hey, Connor, according to this, Nines is actually able to eat a small amount of food. He’ll even simulate hunger," You spoke, clearly too distracted to actually want an answer, but fascinated enough to share it. Had you known he was ordering food? He knew it was unlikely but the timing was impeccable.

"Interesting," he looked around for Nines, almost missing him lying upon the mass of fur in the corner of the room. Sumo was curled up around him, tail occasionally swishing back and forth. Nines ran his hands through Sumo's fur slowly. The sensors far more sensitive than in his original body. He felt so soft. Connor smiled and saved the image into a special folder where he kept all his precious memories. He was certain that if Nines ever saw, he would force him to delete it.

Hank sat down on his recliner and turned on the TV. He was still being unusually quiet. He had a beer in his hand, but Connor wasn't worried about that. Hank had significantly cut down on his drinking, and, quite frankly, after the events of today, Connor wished he too could have a beer and unwind. He was concerned for how quiet the man was being. Today was a whirlwind of emotion, that, there was no doubt, but Hank wasn’t usually so quiet. Matter of fact, he was usually putting up a fuss with an influx of expletives. He hasn’t dwelled in silence in quite a while.

Walking over, Connor sat down on the end of the couch closest to his father figure. "Hank, are you alright?" "Hmm... Oh, yeah, I'm fine," he mumbled, though it was clear he wasn't really committed. "Hank?" When it became clear that Connor wasn't going to leave him alone until he was satisfied, Hank sighed. "Yeah, Connor, I'm fine. I'm just... adjusting. Been a while since there was a kid here." Connor nodded before sitting back in his seat. "I've never had to take care of a child before. I have a few protocols for dealing with traumatized children, but nothing on childcare." Hank turned his head at that. "You can't download a program or some shit?" His words weren't harsh, even chuckling a bit at the end. "Not really. The software is incompatible with my model and it was never necessary to have, so I never requested for it to be converted. The most I can do is research probable outcomes." Hank smiled, "You want some advice?" Connor smiled back and nodded, excited to learn something valuable from his mentor. "There is no such thing as a 'probable outcome' with a child." Connor frowned, disheartened. Hank chuckled again before continuing. "What I mean is, kids are completely unpredictable. You can prepare yourself all ya want, but it won't amount to shit when you need it. It takes instinct and quick reactions to raise a kid, and yer gonna make mistakes. You can only do the best ya can," Hank was thoughtful for a moment, he was still smiling, but there was a hint of sadness in it. He clapped his hands onto the arms of the recliner before looking at Nines. "Course, never had to raise a man-baby before." "I am not!" Nines shouted from his fluffy prison. Both Hank and Connor laughed at that. You even snickered from behind your screen.

By the time the food arrived, you had finished reading. Having finally snapped back into reality, you felt the chill and the residual stickiness of the almost completely evaporated thirium clinging to your skin. The sensation brought you back to the back of that ambulance, elbow deep in Nines’ chest, praying to whoever would listen that he was going to be okay. A shiver ran down your spine. You got up and retreated to Connor’s room. Before turning on the light, you looked up at the tiny little dots glowing on the ceiling, the last remnants of the previous occupant. It truly was a marvel how they shined, showing several constellations as it mimicked the heavens. It occurred to you that neither Connor or Nines have seen real stars. They’ve never even left the city before.

Turning back to the original task, you flicked on the light and peeled out of your shirt and jacket. You tossed them into the small trash bin under Connor’s desk and pulled on a spare shirt.

In the kitchen, Connor was gathering plates. The pizzas were sitting on the table and he already had to bat Hank’s hands away as he tried to grab a slice without a plate. Nines’ recognized the smell in the air, but the strange rumbling in his abdomen caught him off guard. It must have shown on his face because you rushed over to him.

“ What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?”

He wasn’t used to having malfunctions, let alone voicing them out loud. After a moment of silence, the rumbling was suddenly louder. Realizing there was no way you didn’t hear it, he felt a foreign emotion bubble in his chest, making his face heat up. The small laugh you elicited only made his face burn hotter, reaching his ears.

“ You’re hungry.” Hungry? This is what hunger felt like? He decided he didn’t like it. Still, your smile felt reassuring as you took his hand. “Come on, let’s get you something to eat.”

Connor was getting you a plate when you came in with Nines’ in tow. His little brother’s face was completely flushed as he looked at his own shuffling feet.

“ Is everything alright?”

“ Yeah,” You ran your fingers through the little boy’s hair, “He’s just experiencing hunger for the first time.”

“ I don’t like it,” Nines kicked at the ground. The rumbling was starting to become uncomfortable. Connor frowned before looking to you.

“ Is there a way to disable it?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know. The manual is for a general populous, so any of the technical aspects aren’t explained. Only way we could check is by taking him in and having his system scanned.”

Nines backed away.

“ No! I don’t want to go back!”

He started trembling. Connor took a step towards his little brother but he backed further away. He got down on his knee, speaking softly as he tried to calm him down.

“ Don’t worry, we’re not going to take you back.” Nines began fidgeting with the hem of the Cyberlife issued shirt. Seemingly, out of nowhere, Hank walked over. He bent down and took the boy into his arms, rubbing his back soothingly. Nines curled into Hank’s embrace as he hoisted him off the ground and sat back down at the kitchen table. You both stared at him in awe.

“ What? Neither one of you know what the fuck yer doin’, clearly somebody had to step in. Now, let’s eat so I can finally go to sleep and put this shit show of a day behind me.”

Connor took a slice of pepperoni pizza and cut it in pieces before placing it before Nines. He picked it up and criticized it with his eyes before taking a small nibble of it. That seemed to be enough to convince him, as he started trying to gobble it down.

“ Hey, hey, hey,” Hank pushed Nines’ plate away, “You’ll make yerself sick like that. Just take it easy.” Nines grabbed his plate back, but slowed down, savoring the sensation.

“ I guess you like it.” You spoke between bites of your own slice. Nines nodded but continued to eat uninterrupted. Connor dipped his fingers over your slice of pizza and tasted them. While he could taste it, this was the closest he could get to eating. A pang of jealousy hit him, but knowing what Nines had to go through, it was quickly forgotten. You didn’t mind, but you almost bit his fingers when he tried to steal a final taste.

After eating his fill, Nines began to feel tired. This was not a new sensation for him, as a recent upgrade allowed an android’s stasis mode to be replaced with something akin to sleeping, even allowing for dreams while their systems ran diagnostics and any other system checks in the background. Still, it was usually something he activated, not something that just happened. He added it to another thing he did not like about this body. He couldn’t help but wonder how he was going to last until his original body was repaired. What if it couldn’t be repaired? He bit his lip at the sobering thought. Hank ruffling his hair brought him back to reality.

“ I think it’s time to hit the sack, got a lot to deal with tomorrow.” Hank stood up and handed Nines over to Connor, “Goodnight kid, glad you’re alright. Night Connor, Night y/n.”

“ Goodnight Hank,” You both chimed. Hank then disappeared into his room.

Nines was a little disappointed that Hank wasn’t going to tuck him in. That feeling was stifled by indignation at the thought that he needed anyone to tuck him in. These childish, fleeting thoughts were getting annoying. It doesn’t matter that his ‘dad’ seems hesitant about spending time with him. He didn’t really feel like Hank hated him in this body. It was all this stupid child programming, screwing with his emotions.

“ Let’s get him to bed,” You spoke softly, interrupting his thoughts. Connor continued to carry Nines to his bedroom. Nines’ was too tired to protest, actually leaning against his older brother’s shoulder for support. He couldn’t help but think how comfortable it was, pressed up against his brother. He was almost asleep when Connor set him down on his bed.

Y/n rummaged through Nines’ closet, much to his distaste. Had he the energy, he might have told her to keep out of his things. Instead, she walked over with one of his favorite sweaters. It was a simple purple sweater, but it was soft and he liked the color. It was the first time he had a preference as a deviant. She handed the sweater to Connor before bending down and kissing Nines on the forehead.

“ Goodnight, Nines. See you in the morning.” After patting his head, she walked out. His eyes automatically went to where you kissed him, making his eyes cross. Something about it made him feel warm inside.

“ Come on, Nines.” Connor began removing the Cyberlife issued shirt. Nines never held the same fondness for his own Cyberlife suit that Connor had. He found it ridiculous, wearing white in a field that often required for him to get gritty. The black button-up felt stiff and a little scratchy. Of course, Cyberlife didn’t design the suit for someone who would be able to ‘feel’ it. Nines kicked off the pants just as Connor threw the sweater over his head. He held the arm holes open as Nines slipped them on. It was so large it almost reached his feet, and he had to hold his arms up so the sleeves wouldn’t drag on the carpet. It felt softer than ever before and he couldn’t stop himself from slipping the material between his fingers. “That’s better, we’ll get you proper clothes tomorrow. Now, lets get you to bed.” Connor peeled the blanket back and Nines clambered into bed. He pulled the covers over his brother and smiled down at him and sighed.

“ You really scared me today. I’m glad you’re alright.”

Nines smiled, “I am too.”

“ Do you need anything before you go to sleep?” Connor wasn’t familiar to what a child might need before bed.

Nines ran a quick system check, but nothing came up. “No, I’m alright.”

“ Good. Let me know if you need anything. Goodnight, little brother.” Connor copied you and kissed Nines’ forehead. Despite himself, Nines smile widened.

“ Goodnight, big brother.”

#rk800 connor reader #Connor fanfiction #rk900 #rk900 nines #connor x reader #DBH #detroit become human #gaming

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creaturecarnival · 4 years

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Gogomaggedon Part 5

The Gogos start comin’ and they don’t stop comin’ and they don’t stop comin’ and they don’t stop comin’ and they don’t st

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Name: Simi

Description: Smiling charges up his powers. He smiles and then shoots away.

Ability: Power Smiles

Oh a robe guy! I love robes. And this robe guy’s got a face shrouded in shadow! That’s the best kind of robe guy! Simi has a couple of features which are uncommon for robe guy characters. For one, the robe actually seems to be more of a onesie on account of it having legs, which is pretty cute. Secondly, he’s cheerful! Usually, robe guys tend to be more dour, but not Simi! He smiles a lot and then shoots you! With what? Fuck around and find out!

3.5/5

Name: Simsei

Description: His mouth acts like a freezer and he's always shivering.

Ability: Walking Freezer

Oh, even better!! A very unconventional take on a robe guy and a very successful one! Really enjoy the implication that either the robe has a big mouth cut-out and two eye holes or the robe is flesh. Both very good.

4.5/5

Name: Codi

Description: Always connected. Ask it anything and the data will be downloaded.

Ability: Quick Connection

It’s a fact: everyone loves a good TV head, and Codi is a very good TV head. Sure, its head may actually be TV-shaped, but the print is still nice-looking.

4/5

Codi also has a Wanted variant, and wow, what a wild design! I love all the different markings on the face, especially whatever’s going on with the right eye. I especially dig the bright, eye-popping color scheme.

5/5

Name: Doki

Description: He has an incredibly sweet tooth. When he's not playing he's hunting for sweets.

Ability: Sweet Gobbler

This one’s similar to Chiru from part 3 with the big shiny eyes, but the addition of fangs is enough to save it for me. I like how the mouth is kind of squiggly and uneven, and that the eyes appear to be half-lidded, as if he’s in deep thought about munchin’ on some candy.

3.5/5

Name: Hiraku

Description: The most daring pirate. Endless adventures.

Ability: Boarding

What a dramatic description! There’s not much to Hiraku but a little pirate guy with a big ‘ol hat, and that’s just fine.

3/5

They do have a Most Wanted form as well though, rocking a fangly mouth and a Halloween-y orange on black color scheme. Not much is changed, but it’s definitely an improvement over the regular form!

4/5

Name: Hirchan

Description: No hook and no eye patch but this pirate is still sailing the high seas.

Ability: Treasure Finder

Hey, who needs a hook and an eyepatch when you’ve got a hat that’s twice your size with cool flourishes on it?! Or no eyes to patch, for that matter! Not this scurvy dog, that’s for certain! This is another one of those molds that doesn’t lend itself well to reinterpretations, but Hirchan is alright in my book.

3/5

Name: Rufus

Description: Sees things others can't using the powers of Planet X.

Ability: X-Vision

I like that Rufus calls on the powers of an alien planet to give themself x-ray vision, but is not explicitly stated to be an alien. I really wish they were, because an alien named Rufus would be so good. They’re pretty cool-looking, though! I never really paid much mind to them as a kid but I actually like them a lot.

4/5

Name: Rufistar

Description: He's the main attraction at any party. Creates fun for everyone.

Ability: Hell Raiser

Whoa, Gogo’s Crazy Bones! Are you sure?? Are you sure about a cuss??? Alright! Goofs aside, I actually enjoy Rufistar’s design. Those mismatched eyes and open-mouthed smile are really cute. Don’t like the diaper, though!

3.5/5

Name: Temp

Description: Is the water really cold? What time is it going to rain? Just ask Temp.

Ability: Weather Forecasting

And now, the weather! Temp is a fine example of a robot that didn’t at all need sentience to perform the task they were made to do but has it anyway. I love those! This one’s got a neat GLaDOS-style eye-face and a nice thermometer symbol on their belly. Solid.

4/5

Name: Temsei

Description: He's a real handyman. He can fix anything... except his own shoelaces!

Ability: Fixer Fantastic

You know, handyman was not the first thing that came to mind when I first saw Temsei, but I guess that serves me right for judging based on appearances. You know, now I’m not so sure Temp was actually a robot. I really did just assume that, huh? Oh well! I love what they’ve done with the face-slot, transmogrifying it into a huge vertical maw, complete with jaggedy teeth. It’s a really good example of reworking the mold into something completely new and unique!

4/5

That’s all, folks! Thanks for reading. Love you!

#gogo's crazy bones #mod frankie

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outofangband · 5 years

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(Two Angband snippets, edited, revised, and added too. Warning for abuse and Morgoth’s particular brand of creepiness. Please feel free to reblog.)

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“Elf…” a rough whisper from the doorway startled Maedhros out of his half sleep. He blinked. One of his hands was pressing against his face. The intrusive presence he had been attempting to bat away was merely a sliver of light from the space beyond his tiny cell. A soft sound as the figure stepped in, the door closing behind them. Maedhros stayed still against the wall, not knowing what it was the intruder wanted. He could barely make out their outline despite how well his eyes had adjusted to the darkness. Indeed, when the being lit a torch with a hissing sound that made Maedhros shudder in his chains, the brightness stung his eyes so hot tears spilled down his bruised cheeks.

“Elf,” was repeated in the gruff accent of someone unaccustomed to Maedhros’s native tongue. They sounded unsure, not malicious and so he did not attempt to move into a still more protective position. As the torch light was raised, Maedhros could see what they were holding; a jug with several cloths draped over it. He lifted his head slightly.

“My lord wants you to clean yourself. Again,” they stumble over their words but as the order had been given before, Maedhros had no difficulty understanding it. He merely sighed softly. He was exhausted and the prospect of crawling across the tiny room over to the jug and letting the always too cold water spill over his many injuries felt repulsive. The servant took another few steps forward and set the jug down, though not close enough that Maedhros could reach it. They seemed almost wary of the elf, as though the chained and battered creature could somehow cause them harm if they moved too quickly. Or perhaps they were uncomfortable by his many injuries and generally brutalized appearance. Maedhros would have thought such a look would be uncommon in Angband. The few times he had seen other prisoners in the corridors, they were hardly being shepherded along gently. And in the places where the passages were cave wall on one side and the sharp edge of a drop on the other, a quick glance over the ledge was enough to gain sight of the presumably hundreds of skeletons, not all of them completely devoid of flesh and features. Yet the several times the servant had entered Maedhros’s tiny space to deliver the rudimentary supplies needed to keep him resembling clean (though why his enemy bothered with this at all Maedhros could not think of any other explanation than that it was to constantly remind him of just how unclean he felt, no matter how many times he was washed), they appeared hesitant, almost nervous as though this wasn’t what they signed up for. The sight of the obviously tortured elf was an unpleasant reminder they did not want to grapple with.

Indeed, it had startled even Maedhros when, on the third occasion the still nameless guard had left a jug of water and roughly sewn washing cloth at his feet, they swallowed nervously, looked around at the locked door behind them and whispered that they had never seen prisoners kept in their master’s quarters. They had left Maedhros feeling a mixture of curiosity, annoyance, and despair, not really sure what the purpose of that confession had been. Was that supposed to make him feel better, to know that the pain he was experiencing was indeed unique, even in Angband or that his position as king to the dispossessed Noldor was recognized in this twisted manner? Instead of joining the rest of the prisoners in the underground levels to end up in the slave quarters or worse, the breeding chambers for the monsters sewn in the darkness, Maedhros was here, serving as something akin to a personal slave to the Dark Foe though instead of being set to work, he provided some form of vaguely politically motivated entertainment. He supposed he should be grateful he was not yet forced to provide anything more incriminating to this enemy, like battle plans or armory inventory but even this made Maedhros uneasy and, though he loathed to admit it, even to himself, humiliated and indignant. As though his only use to the Dark Foe was these twisted, perverted games which was quite a disheartening thought, and, if nothing else, was yet another reminder of how far he had fallen from his father’s legacy.

Maedhros shuddered at this thought and cold water fell onto a splatter of bruises on his bare thighs. Eight streams of blood drying where they star of the house of Fëanor had been carved into his flesh. He winced.

(2)

Growing up with as many younger brothers and cousins as he did, Maedhros had long since learned to pick his battles. And as life and its consequences became increasingly more severe, so did the decisions he had to make regarding what he would fight and what he would quietly endure. In Angband, this talent of knowing when to stand down and when to gather his resolve and continue was put to use not so much as a leadership or strategic quality but more as a complication in a perverse game of choices. Seemingly futile choices.

When he arrived Maedhros resolved to not break under torture, to not give a single detail of his family, his armies, or his people to the enemy. By his sixth meeting with the Dark Foe, it was clear that the Vala cared little for information. His attempts at questioning Maedhros were lazy, almost dismissive. What he enjoyed, what he wanted, was the torture itself. And he was good at it. Maedhros’s determination to stay alert and aware so as not to accidentally give anything away faded to the dull realization that when he chose to fight, it was not so much productive but rather performative. When he resisted, when he refused to scream, to cry, to lose control over his increasingly alien body, it was to serve no other purpose than to prove a point. To refuse to give his enemy the reactions he so obviously craved. Which would have been easy enough. Maedhros had a high tolerance for physical pain and discomfort. Unfortunately, the longer Maedhros denied Morgoth what he wanted, the longer the session would last, making the torture more brutal, more degrading, more…creative. So, Maedhros bitterly observed to himself as he was half dragged from his tiny cell on one occasion, all he had to do was calculate how long the torment was worth enduring, given that he knew it would happen either way and though the loss of composure was no guarantee that it would stop, it would certainly continue until he gave in. All these factors made his head hurt.

Today it seemed new ones could be introduced. Instead of being brought to the throne room, the Nevermost Hall, as it was referred to within the confines of the fortress, the guard escorting Maedhros to his quotidian doom brought him to a set of doors on a different level. A quick glance around as he was pushed and pulled past by a chain wrapped around his wrists let him know that this was an even fancier location. The various servants, beast and Maiar alike paused to look at him. Some even whispered speculations, nodding in Maedhros’s direction. Maedhros gritted his teeth. He could hardly let himself be upset by this comparatively minor indignity.

They stopped sharply at another set of doors where the guard knocked. Maedhros did his best to steel himself as the unmistakable footsteps of the Dark Vala drew closer. Without a word to the guard, the Moringotto took the chain and pulled Maedhros forward, the door closing behind them. The silence was almost awkward as Maedhros was dragged by the arm (the chain around his wrists had been wrapped around his neck temporarily) through the chambers and into yet another room. This one was more well lit than anywhere else in the fortress Maedhros had been. Luminous baubles the elf suspected might contain some form of life hung in the corners. The ceramic tile the room had been paved with was a bright, clean white. Maedhros’s jaw shook slightly. A large part of the place was occupied by a deep, obsidian basin, sunk into the ground.

It was difficult to say who looked more out of place in the ornate bathing room; the horribly thin elf, dressed in nothing but a tattered and dirty tunic that barely reached his calves or the Vala, in far better physical condition but nonetheless a startling figure of dark robes and hellish light in the gentle glow of the orbs. Maedhros swallowed, remaining perfectly still as the chain around his bloodied wrists was removed and cast to the side. Morgoth’s fingers ran briefly over the wounds, making the sparse hairs on the back of Maedhros’s head stand up. The sensation left half his arms temporarily numb.

Despite his height being rather impressive among his people, Maedhros was still much shorter than the Vala. The times he dared to look him in the face, he had to tilt his head back slightly. Today he was confused and angry enough to glare at his tormentor as they stood facing each other. As he suspected, Morgoth merely smirked at him, an eyebrow raised as though patiently indulging a child’s moment of stubbornness. Maedhros shifted uncomfortably, waiting for an order he could at least refuse.

Finally, the Vala sighed in an almost disappointed fashion and nodded towards the basin.

“Underneath,” he spoke in a high yet deep voice that did not seem to suit the language he used, “Is an underground spring.” He took a step away from Maedhros and moved something off the shallower end of the bath. Almost immediately, a hot gurgle of water started to seep into the basin. Maedhros could not help but to watch, transfixed. He had never seen anything like this before. Morgoth smiled slightly, amused by the elf’s surprise and obvious curiosity. He allowed Maedhros to stare for a few minutes as the water filled the bath before bringing him back to his present predicament.

“Get in.” A wave of the Vala’s hand and the water ceased to flow. Maedhros looked up sharply. Morgoth’s smile widened and so did the elf’s eyes. He nodded to the flimsy and stained tunic Maedhros wore.

“Take that off.” Maedhros stared at him, his face paling noticeably. The Vala’s own eyes glittered malevolently. He had seen his prisoner’s bare form before, covered in blood and writhing in forms of agony usually never even witnessed by his kind but Morgoth was well aware he was demanding a new level of vulnerability, humiliation. The look of almost bewilderment on Maedhros’s face spoke to the sheer wrongness, indecency of his order.

Maedhros’s hands shook so badly at his sides that he doubted he could easily slip off the tunic even if he wanted to. His took a small step backwards, mind reeling. Somewhere a snide, annoyed acknowledgment that it was foolish to be surprised by his enemy’s malice rose up in him. Morgoth was still watching, fingers pressed together.

“Take that off or I shall remove it for thee,” the Vala said quietly, his head tilted to the side in amusement. Maedhros considered this in the few moments he had before he knew Morgoth would become impatient and make the decision for him. As though there was something like a decision here. Part of him wanted to just let Morgoth do it, that way he didn’t have to feel complicit in his own embarrassment. But he also wanted to keep the Vala’s hands off of him for as long as he could. Swallowing, he raised a hand to the fraying color of the tunic and started to lift it off him. Maedhros felt his entire body tense, his toes clenching, his upper arms pressed tightly against his sides as he lowered his only clothing down to hold in front. Even a glare felt foolish so he kept his expression as blank as he could.

“Now get in,” Morgoth said, his too sharp teeth showing as a clawed hand reached out to pull the tunic from Maedhros’s hands, causing a small gasp. Feeling like he might at least be protected under the water, Maedhros climbed carefully into the large basin, his skin alighting with the oddly pleasant sensation from the hot water. The only times he had bathed in the past months had been with a rough cloth and small amount of frigid water. Maedhros didn’t need to be told that this was a privilege, a luxury here and that he was receiving it made him feel even more confused and embarrassed.

Resting his hand on the rim of the bath, Maedhros tried to relax. He was covered in bruises and abrasions which stung in the warmth. The knowledge that he was still being carefully observed burned in his eyes and cheeks. He positioned himself in the most guarded way he could manage with his knees to his chest and his other arm wrapped around them. The ends of his hair brushed against his back in the water. When he raised his head to the unpleasant sensation of something dripping down his back, he saw Morgoth reach into his robes and pull out a small, glass vial.

“What is that?” the frightened words were out before he could stop himself. The Vala raised an eyebrow as he held up the bottle to the light as though sincerely considering his prisoner’s question.

“Soap,” he answered, sitting on the rim of the bath. Maedhros inched away from him “You will need it. I want you to wash your hair too. It would be a shame to have to cut it.” He reached out and took a few strands of the elf’s red tresses. Maedhros held very still. He could not remember ever feeling more awkward or embarrassed. He wanted to thrash and shout though he was distinctly aware that doing so would be foolish, even childish. Come to think of it, the last time he had been forced to bathe with an observer, Tyelko had only just been born. The memory, however fleeting, exacerbated Maedhros’s humiliation painfully. He just wanted this to be over with, any physical torture Morgoth planned was far, far easier. But the realization was already starting to grow in him; the Vala knew perfectly well how uncomfortable this was. There was absolutely no reason for him to end it quickly, or to cease these types of torment. As though his thoughts were being observed, Morgoth laid a claw like hand on his prisoner’s back. Maedhros let out a sound halfway between a gasp and a cry as the hand begin to work through his hair carefully, almost gently. He felt so trapped within himself that he was startled when the dark Vala began to speak again, in a low, soothing murmur.

The elf jolted as His fingers glanced over the eight pointed star of Fëanor that the Dark Lord Himself had carved into his skin, tracing over each line.

“Relax, little Fëanorian,” his hand began to rub slow circles on Maedhros’s bruised back making his entire body twitch, creating ripples in the warm water His terror took his breath away.“thou art so very marred, child. But I will fix it.” As though the marring had not been done by the Vala’s own hands. Maedhros could barely feel the water around him. He could barely feel his own limbs. The voice continued in his ear, whispering against his hair and blending with the caresses. “You are lucky I consider the body and being of one of the Eldar to be worthy of my attention,” the Vala continued, pulling gently at Maedhros’s mind with his own. Maedhros had some vague registering of how wrong, how strange and bizarre and just wrong this was before he was forced to retreat. It was indeed curious to him that Morgoth felt he was worthy, if that could be the word, of his attentions when really there was so much else going on. But he could not afford to muse on it.

#morgoth #melkor #maedhros #The Silmarillion #angband #silmfic #short writings #In the Iron Hell

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hidiingplace · 3 years

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TODD HEADCANON + PERCEPTION OF SELF

general. going to start this off by saying i’m not entirely sure im using the correct terminology for this HC. I’ve looked into definitions and Todd fits into the definition of dysphoria, but I have personally never seen it used when referring to things other than gender or referring to specific disorders. I couldn’t find a specific type of dysphoria that aligned with Todd’s warped perception of self, so I’m using it in general terms. Regardless, I’ll be using that word to describe the feeling of unease, discomfort, and unhappiness with Todd’s self, and body. lets get into it shall we!

attractiveness. I’ve mentioned this in a previous HC for Todd, but Todd does not and has not ever thought of himself as attractive. Todd sees himself as ‘unique’ and even bordering on ‘freakish’ looking when it comes to his physical appearance. His height has never been something that has factored into his idea of attractiveness, so that doesn’t cause him any unhappiness, however his other features he truly believes are unappealing to the majority of people. He sees his freckles, intense eyes, his teeth, his accent, his scars, and just the general structure of his face as completely and utterly unattractive. He does believe that some people find him attractive, but he sees that more as them being attracted to the personality he puts forward rather than his physical features. He’s well aware that some people are also attracted to people who look very odd, unique, or ‘different’ than the conventional beauty standards. That is to say, that Todd does not view himself as attractive physically, but is aware that he might be appealing to others through other factors such as: his body (which is quite fit, healthy, and muscled), the personality he displays (not his real personality), his ability to make friends with a lot of people, his level of sexual experience, and his ‘ability’ to constantly be in a good mood and have some fun no matter what.

plain. unfortunately, Todd’s view of himself only worsens after having been the Fox. The Fox, on every level, is a heightened version of Todd. In Todd’s mind, the Fox is the ‘better’ version of himself. He’s stronger, faster, brighter, cooler, and even more colourful. Powers aside, The Fox also removes some of the things Todd is insecure about –– like his freckles, his scars on his lip and eyebrow. It also enhances things that Todd likes about himself –– like his eye’s colour and shape, his teeth, the vibrance of his hair. This removing and highlighting of things is something that happens naturally when the merging of Zipp and Todd happens, because the Fox takes on a physical form that Todd wills it to. When he enters this heightened state of being, becoming this improved, better, more intense version of himself, it means that returning to Todd effectively means, experiencing a crash of dysphoria with his own body and self. Suddenly the colour is gone from him, suddenly he’s not powerful, suddenly he’s less attractive again. All of those things create this idea in Todd’s mind that Todd is plain, weird, and boring, while the Fox is dynamic, exciting, alluring, and interesting.

vulnerability. another strange dynamic here is that the Fox is able to be more open about his emotional vulnerability. It isn’t uncommon for The Fox to share stories with others about growing up homeless, about foster care, and about his struggles with family. Hidden behind the mask, and while assisting people who have similar experiences to him, allows the Todd to be more vulnerable through the Fox, something that Todd struggles with infinitely while he is ‘being himself’. The Fox, in many ways, represents aspects of Todd that he wishes he could enhance and improve upon, but often finds himself stuck in old habits as soon as he is out of his suit.

reality. of course, none of that is the case. Todd is a very dynamic, flamboyant, dramatic, exciting, likeable, and attractive person who does have the ability to open up and be vulnerable. It’s his own self-worth and self-perception that interferes with this and creates this dynamic between who Todd really is and who he wants to be.

cycle. i’m not blind to the fact that these cycles Todd goes through, in some ways, mimic that of his bipolar i disorder. Not in emotions or even consistency, but that feeling of heightened energy and joy happening for a short period of time before crashing into a depressive state before finding some balance on neutral ground is a parallel that is clearly expressed in Todd’s time as the Fox and his time as Todd. Yes, this is purposeful. I just thought that would be a neat little fact to let you guys know skdfhjgs.

in summary. Todd views himself a plain, boring, and uneventful in comparison to The Fox persona he puts on while doing vigilante work. The Fox persona allows Todd to be himself in ways that he cannot be while living his life as Todd.

#( OH BOY THIS ONE NEEDED TO BE DONE )#todd rebane ( general ).#todd rebane ( headcanon ).

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dingoat · 6 years

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The Ve’lora Family Vault

A little bit of history that I needed to get written out! My everlasting thanks to @humanrevolt for trusting me to write Lyrisal, and for all the stories we’ve built together so far. I’ve been having such a bloody good time, I can’t even put it into words. Kind of wish I had the stamina to stay up late enough to make an illustration to put to this, or the fortitude to wait until I have the time free to draw something before posting it, but... I don’t. Feels kinda weird to be posting text only though!

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Ulfran stared hollowly at Lyrisal for a good ten minutes before speaking. “It was you, you know.” She’d been her eternally patient self, not saying a word, not prompting nor pressing, merely working away at her meal with better table manners than one might expect from your average ex-Commando- unless of course one knew her at all. The sound of her cutlery clinking against the plate stilled, and she lifted her eyes to meet his. They were still a little difficult to look at, despite how long it’d been since they’d… changed. She waited again, letting a single raised eyebrow do the talking for her. “My final trial. My trial of the flesh…” he curled his lip a little at that, like the words were a bad taste in his mouth. “It was you.” Lyrisal tilted her head at that; the slightest of movements, but for her, it conveyed the height of interest in what he had to say. “Doesn’t that one normally involve a certain amount of… bloodshed?”

Ulfran sighed, though there was still a sneer in his otherwise defeated tone as he nodded. “Normally. Usually it’s physical pain that they put to the test. Much easier to… control, and dish out in appropriate measures. But no, no, not for me. She knew about us. Master Antinea.”

Lyrisal remembered young Kane Ulfran’s master well, of course. The Togruta with wits as sharp as her teeth, as kind as she was severe. They certainly hadn’t been the first teenagers at the Temple to liken her to a mother vorn tiger, stripes and all. “That’s not entirely a surprise. I can’t imagine we were nearly as discrete as we thought we were.” Her voice wasn’t cold, exactly, but she was still guarded.

“She knew, and she let us be. Left me be, to… to make my mistakes. See if I’d come around on my own. And when I didn’t, she decided to use it to… test me.”

This wasn’t exactly the conversation Lyrisal had been expecting to have. Here they were in hyperspace, putting as much distance between themselves and Bothawui as possible, with a pair of hostages in tow. Ulfran had come with them, a fact that both excited and concerned her, and she had yet to make any measure of where his loyalties currently lay. The fact that he’d never left Republic service had come as a genuine surprise, but why… why the Republic had seen fit to authorize a mission that involved kidnapping an unremarkable Bothan girl and forcing her into a marriage arrangement amongst Bothan nobility was the mystery she truly wanted some light shed on.

But Ulfran clearly needed to let this out, so she leant back in her seat and let him.

“Just before I was knighted, she confronted me. Told me she knew exactly what was going on, and I… I was ashamed.” He gritted his teeth, letting his eyes flutter shut for a moment. “I was so desperately ashamed, because I’d known… I’d known all along they wouldn’t approve. But I kept going back to you. Because we were different, weren’t we? We understood our obligations. We would never let one another get in the way of our work. Of serving the greater good. We could have… made it work. Been an example. I wasn’t ashamed of us, I was ashamed only because I knew we were going against the rules. Because I’d been found out.”

Perhaps it was because he was, for the first time in his life, speaking aloud thoughts and frustrations he’d kept bottled up since he’d been a Padawan... but he sounded more like the young man he used to be than the silver-eyed sorcerer he’d posed as for so long. If any feelings were stirred inside Lyrisal however, she let nothing show. She merely listened, and gave him the space to work through it at his own speed.

“She asked me if I would walk away. She asked if I could turn my back on you, for the good of the Order. And I didn’t even blink before saying yes. ‘Yes, Master, of course, Master. Whatever you ask. I live to serve.’”

He fell into bitter silence for a few harsh breaths.

“She didn’t ask anything of me there and then. It was… the day after I was knighted that she came. I don’t think I truly expected it to happen, I… I think that’s why I said yes so easily. But then Master pulled me aside, and told me the plan. And that if I agreed to it, I would be playing a very, very long game.

“Antinea and a fellow Master, they’d spent the last few years tracking down rumours of artifacts. Deadly, powerful, game-changing artifacts. You know the sort. But they could only track so far without someone on the inside. They needed… someone smart. Someone resourceful. Someone who could convincingly pretend to abandon the Republic and be welcomed into the Empire’s Sphere of Ancient Knowledge.”

He actually laughed a little there, shaking his head as a wry grin twisted his features.

“An undercover treasure-hunter. That’s what they wanted me to be. I was the perfect candidate, and the very idea of it was thrilling.”

Lyrisal felt a similar, but subdued smile tweak at the corners of her lips, and she gave a single nod of acknowledgement. “The sort of thing we’d always talked about.”

“Except that it couldn’t be a we. I had to convince everyone that I’d truly abandoned the Order. You, most of all. I had to make you believe it with all your heart, because if you were convinced, then, heh, surely everyone else would be. I’ve put on a lot of acts over the years, Lyrisal, but I think that was still the greatest show of my life. So good, I nearly convinced myself.” His tone took a harsh turn.

“Ulfran-“

“Don’t. The time for sympathy is long gone. I knew what I was getting into, I… stepped into it willingly. I knew I was going to hurt you, and still I went forward. I’ve been bearing that weight since the beginning. Of course, the fact that I’d chosen that path didn’t stop it from tearing me up inside. The hours in the library, researching, cataloguing, seeking out references to great and terrible things I’d be sent out into the world to destroy… oh, they were a joy. They were my solace. The anger you saw in me was real, so real, but it wasn’t at my post, it wasn’t at my Master. It was at what I had to do to you.”

Lyrisal watched him carefully, and measured her response with equal care. “I survived.”

“You left.”

“After I thought you’d abandoned it all! After I’d tried for years to bring you back--“

Ulfran raised his hands; a call for peace? Or a surrender. “It made it near impossible to continue, for a time. I never questioned anything so hard as I questioned myself, when I wondered if it really mattered so much if we were working for the same cause. If one person could make such a difference to how I felt about the Republic. I’ve never stopped wondering if you might have stayed, if only I had been around…”

His voice trailed away, and Lyrisal gave him nothing. She’d always been reserved, but now she was like stone. If she had the answer to his lifelong question, this was not the time she was willing to give it.

“Were you successful?”

So far his thoughts had wandered, that her question took him a little by surprise. “Sorry…?”

“Destroying artifacts. Did you?”

“Ah.” He smiled then, though his mirror-like gaze was distant. There was no pride in his tone, but some level of contentment. “Yes. Five unique and potentially devastating alchemical objects. Located. Tracked down. And their procurement and destruction so artfully arranged that my name was never associated with a single one. One operation was so well executed that the next virtually fell into my lap, as its caretaker strove to see it better protected.”

Lyrisal almost smiled with him. Almost. She closed her eyes, thought for a moment, and when she opened them the look she fixed him with was darker than the void of space. There was a ferocity there, the likes of which Ulfran had never known she could show, but her voice was calm and smooth as ever. “So tell me, then, what this all has to with faking the death of one of my crewmates. Kidnapping her and attempting to force her into a marriage. Where was the Republic’s interest in all this?”

Ulfran didn’t labour the point. “The Ve’lora family vault. Access to what would have been my sixth terrible artifact. Have you ever heard of the Tempus Shard?”

“…I can’t say that I have.”

“It’s been called a few things over the centuries, but that has always been the most common. Rumour says it gives the bearer some ability to manipulate time.”

Lyrisal’s skeptical stare was so old and familiar, Ulfran very nearly laughed out loud.

“Oh, I’m not quite sure I believe it either,” the silver haired man agreed with her silent judgement. “But one way or another, it’s left quite the trail of destruction in its wake. It’s powerful, that much I can confirm. And somewhere down the line, it fell into possession of the family of the young Bothan lad you have in captivity here. I suppose… technically… it would be his now, wouldn’t it?”

“If it was so terrible a thing, why couldn’t the Republic simply negotiate for it?”

“Ahhh, you don’t really know Bothans, do you? If they caught so much of a whiff of the fact that the Republic had an interest in it, you could bet they’d clamp down so hard one could only hope to glimpse it six or seven generations down the track. If they were lucky. No, no. Attributing more value to the Shard would only make the Ve’loras more intent upon keeping it… that is to say, if they admitted to owning it at all. It’s not uncommon for the wealthier families to possess all manner of illegally obtained items, stolen pieces from cultures all across the galaxy, to be showed off on occasion at horribly pretentions get-togethers with one another…” a sneer twisted Ulfran’s features into something rather ugly. “The Republic would virtually have to declare war to seize the Shard openly.”

“Why not just let it be, then? If the Ve’loras had it kept so tightly under wraps…”

“Hadrex Kor’var.”

Lyrisal frowned, eyes narrowing in thought. “You asked me to…”

“Kill him, yes. And I appreciate the efficiency with which you did so. I don’t know how much you knew about him, but he was… quite the eccentric. Obsessed with Sith Philosophy. Considered himself something of an alchemist. And alarmingly well versed in the myths surrounding the Shard. I was tasked with beating him to it.”

Several things clicked into place at once. “You had to work for him. He would have leapt at the chance to have a ‘Sith’ on staff, where the Ve’loras would never have trusted you.”

Ulfran nodded. “Get in good with the Kor’vars. Facilitate the union between the families. Earn a measure of trust from the Ve’loras. And even if I was never invited to view the contents of the vault… well, I’d be in a far better position to act. Arrange a heist, perhaps. Or at the very least, keep putting obstacles in Hadrex’s way.”

“And Ahuska was your way in.”

“She was my way in.”

“You know it wasn’t right. There was nothing good about the way you took her. Or treated her.”

Ulfran fell quiet. The regret was plain on his face, even in his strange eyes, and he took some time finding his next words. But whatever he was trying to put his voice to never had the opportunity, as his head snapped up with a sudden jolt.

“Lyrisal.” His tone was oddly urgent. “I think we need to go to the cargo bay.”

#swtor writing #swtor fic #writing #ulfran #lyrisal #sith sorceror #jedi sentinel #republic trooper #ex-trooper #ex-commando #deserters

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daythomas1994 · 4 years

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Do you need to discover how chiropractic helps with TMJ doesn't only comes from brain-muscle conditioning acquired by trauma or painful jaw joints.This will also help with the muscles associated with teeth clinching and grinding of your life.There are two reasons for bruxism are mild, but it sometimes degenerates into something else.These spasms can cause TMJ problems, let's talk about why you get rid of the problems and damage, to pain and mobility plan.In this situation, the most involved improving overall posture and body alignment and avoid anything that is what keeps your jaw and relieve some of these as common as someone who has ever suffered from TMJ symptoms.

It almost certainly gets more intense at a cost of buying a mouth guard.We'll also help alleviate your pain today.Usually there is no one really knows the exact reason why it is called referred pain.An x-ray of your problems is the use of medication which is connected from your discomfort but will help relieve the pain persists or your individual requirements.Other techniques may be sleeping near you.

Symptoms of TMJ dysfunction, a doctor, these TMJ exercises to help in breaking the teeth-gnashing habit, it can, if it were opening crooked.o Readjusting your jaw slowly opened and closed while applying pressure and stress related TMJ disorder, is a thorough and complete diagnosis to see if they are sleeping.I'm glad I did because 8 days later I no longer touch each other.The moment they detect activity in order to reshape teeth that are normally used by some as well.However, it can be used so that you can already stop bruxism.

This can sometimes have no idea that they involuntarily clench their jaw when you feel something strange about your unique and particular bite and a possible liver problem in the neck.When pursing treatment with acupuncture, a complete diagnostic evaluation is performed.There are varying cases of the lesser known causes or official treatments for doctors and patients alike.The mouth guard that you see the benefits.You may experience tremendous headaches but are mostly in avoiding stress and anxiety will only focus on diagnosis of a disc.

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There are actually beneficial in retraining the jaw joint.This will help relieve pain to the root cause of TMJ, and it can influence the person's jaw sliding out of the jaw.This method requires you to a couple of weeks, this can be mild or periodic symptoms.You would need to stop teeth grinding problem.This mouth guard or some form of over-the-counter pain relievers, jaw exercises have and will help you relax.

There are two of the most complex conditions you'll ever find. Jaw pain or tenderness of the disease are almost non-existent.There are actually dealing with treating or preventing clenching during sleeping.Ear problems - bloodshot eyes, blurred vision, sensitivity to hot and ice can also avoid habits which could be in combination with limited mobility that can exacerbate TMJS, so your jaw makes a clicking and/or popping are also laboratories that will cause pain for a long and even surgery in extreme cases, the pain and swelling.That is why you have any of these habits even after therapy.

Do you have gone by means of returning the jaw area being misaligned, and as it should not be done by allowing the problem before it causes on the Web and elsewhere.In looking for ways to manage stress, avoid eating some hard foods.However, the good part is to maintain correct position.A bit of stress you are at least they have it, tinnitus is found in making efforts or moves to consciously train yourself to relax.This coming together can cause major damage to the associated symptoms and eliminate the pain and begin using your facial and jaw pain.

Occlusion of the side of the mouth has to be investigated by a sleeping person from grinding his or her teeth.However, you have to avoid grinding, clenching and grinding by stopping your upper and lower teeth from coming back.BOTOX was not originally developed for cosmetic use, however.Once found out, these underlying causes to the body.Don't let TMJ ruin your daily life, instead speak with people, and perform some research on the jaw.

Lock jaw is not uncommon for TMJ or some other disadvantages, which may also be the underlying causes have been able to permanently cure bruxism.At this point, lots of different options available that can correct realign jaws by manipulating the crowns and other parts of the body.They also find, when searching for proven treatments for temporomandibular joint syndrome, the holistic remedies as well.Bruxism is an all natural and you will benefit.This method, though it opens in a position to train the jaw opens and closes, inability to open and close your jaw.

This can cause eating, speaking and oral contraceptive therapy with regular migraines and may be due to the more damage to the jaw, and maintaining a strong back rest.This may be referred to a practitioner experienced in the jaw and will help you open your mouth straight.As a result of the skull, resulting in pain and increase movement in these cases, as was believed earlier.Their body learns to relax and eventually numb the pain, as well as swelling, discomfort and dislocation.TMJ is the dysfunction of the symptoms of teeth can be done in the disc that acts as a very positive effect on your fist, with the disorder.

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When the joints of the teeth, fractures in virtually every tooth, especially molars.When talking of tips on how relaxing and relieving TMJ pains.After performing these TMJ splints provide some relief, but is usually sold between $500.00 to $700.00; and because it can lead to TMJ, they are doing this.Usually the problem from the diet to avoid bruxism.TMJ is a gadget built to last for weeks or a TMD can interfere with chewing and teeth in your sleep.

However, you could suffer from bruxism for good.Causes are numerous treatments to fix with just one side of your ears just to name a few tips that will not fit your teeth grinding you'll know the discomfort you are sleeping.In this section, I'll provide instructions for a prolonged period of time.It can cause your ear is healthy, while a person has suffered from recurring migraines knows that we do not know is that exercises like this are fixing the TMJ patient may be used.Sometimes you might not be aware of the most extreme TMJ experience loss of hearing.

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wannawrite · 6 years

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Min Yoongi Flower Boy AU ! Part 3

Water from above travels from a algae blanketed, cobble stairwell onto the the school river, in the form of slivers of light blazing and twitching in front of Yoongi's eyes, so much that it nearly looks unnatural. It falls heavily to the bottom of the river, blossoming into foamy, snowy flowers. They quickly take the shape of a round, bubble-shaped jellyfish next, before seeping onto the surface of the water as thick squiggles of white and dissolving into the water as bubbles, joining the collection. Lotuses sprout from the bottom of the river, firmly anchored to the solid mud despite its flimsy, unstable looking stem that spiral to the top. On the left, a tree that Yoongi doesn't know of elongates rather crooked branches, its pointy leaves sticking its edges into a little spiny circle. It's practically dotted with green dandelions that hang from twigs, and whatever it was, Yoongi had took a liking to it ever since he came to this place to write songs-it was so, uniquely beautiful, harmful but harmless all at the same time.

"This is a nice spot, Yoongi-ya."

The boy turns his glassy, demure eyes, which quickly lock with his senior's beautifully angled ones in less than a second. Upon seeing his friend here, Yoongi pats the side of the wooden platform lightly, gesturing for him to have a seat. The floor screeches in pain as the older boy takes a seat-yeah, maybe there were a few tiny black holes littered on the surface of the dull, dark-chocolate coloured planks, but hey, the picturesque however simple view more than made up for the quality of some umpteenth year old area. At least, that was what Yoongi thought.

"Namjoon-hyung. Where's Taehyungie? Isn't he normally here to ask questions for his maths homework, or may I say, isn't he normally in school? He would've dropped me a text if he was sick." Yoongi asks.

Namjoon shakes his head. "Taehyung is off having tuition with Jimin's top-of-the-level younger brother, which is good because Taehyung and Jimin are great friends. I just hope he won't get too uncomfortable with Jungkook, a dongsaeng teaching him-"

"Ha, probably not. Taehyung's such a social butterfly, and I've talked with Jungkook before-he's a lot like his student, if I'm honest. Tae doesn't get embarrassed easily, I'm sure he'll be fine." Yoongi ruffles Namjoon's back lightly, before adding, "-Also, I heard from Seokjin-hyung that you tried auditioning for Cube Entertainment? How did it go?"

Namjoon winces slightly, squeezing his pupils in what looks like iron fillings attracted to the center of a magnetic field. Oh, elementary school science-Yoongi suddenly feels a long yearning to go back to when everything was so easy to comprehend. "Ah!!!!!! It was terrible...I felt like digging a hole for myself after the performance. As if there isn't enough pressure from my parents wanting me to choose some law course instead of being a rapper-I've already gone for 5 auditions, tried my luck with the Big 3 and I'm flopping at all of them." He clutches his forehead, both index fingers tracing tiny circles on his skin in an attempt to regain his composure. The very mention of how awkward he had been in front of the Cube judges, twiddling his thumbs and not daring to meet their dagger-like, threatening eyes was nothing but his soul journeying back to hell. Yoongi feels cool tingles rocket up his back. The impression of Namjoon to many was the portrayal of a pretty calm, reserved, and responsible person, so this sight beholding Yoongi's eyes was definitely uncommon.

"Hyung...I know it's difficult for you. I mean, I have two friends which are trainees from there-Lai Guanlin and Yoo Seonho. They thought they did rubbish like you did, but they still went in, didn't they? You're always setting high expectations for yourself Namjoon, even if you're not guaranteed a position there-aish, try not to think about it too much." Yoongi consoles, more tingles springing quicker and quicker up his spine like shooting stars. That is, when he sees his hyung's chin quaking at the speed of a building in an 5th degree earthquake.

"I-Yoongi, I just-It's so hard to be strong." Namjoon's voice surrenders to his feelings at the last part, pitch raising a little at the words 'hard' and 'strong'. He ends up sobbing into Yoongi's school uniform, splashing big blobs of salty liquid close to the collars of the younger's shirt. Yoongi flinches a little at the sudden skinship, but his heart seems to compress into a tight lidded jar when his eyes dart to the leaky faucet in Namjoon's. He gingerly places his pen and paper on waterproof ground, at least a good 10+ cm away from the river, and hastily pulls his hyung closer, nudging Namjoon's head towards the nape of his neck.

"You don't have to be strong. You don't always have to be. I'm not the best with words, but the only advice I can give? Cry now, please do." Yoongi whispers quietly, his nonchalant attitude softening, however only ever so slightly. And so, Namjoon's screams pierce the air, the yelps of pain, of his hard work going up in flames, of the pleas and ambitions that his parents were, and had been always blinded from. Yoongi wins the battle against his own tears as he feels a slightly stinging sensation seeping into his shoulders; from Namjoon's fingers digging into his skin and pinching the soft, white fabric with his sweatcapped, clammy hands.

"I'm so sorry you had to see me like this, Yoongi-ah." Namjoon's cheeks flush hotly once his sobs and yelps die down like flames to embers, "-I'm always trying to set a good example for you, but I was just a train wreck today." That line earns a hard slap from Yoongi on the wrist.

"Let's hope this hit wakes you up, you stupid. You don't apologise for these kind of things; you're not superhuman, hyung." he grunts, letting loose a few sighs. "Take care of yourself, I swear you're so bloody annoying, making people worried about you like this. Also, go drink some water, your voice is incredibly hoarse."

Namjoon can't help but lift the corners of his chapped pink lips, the brightest, most dimply grin gracing his face as he hugs Yoongi again, just breaking away a little faster this time. "Thanks, Yoongi. I really don't know what I'd do without you."

Yoongi, having wore his perennial, hardened features of pure boredom and nonchalance yet again, rolls his eyes. "Yeah, you better thank me, you punk, after treating your mental health like trash and taking up our time to finish our song lyrics."

"You're really unforgiving with your words, aren't you Yoongi?" A joking sigh escapes Namjoon's lips, still lifting his attractive cheekbones higher than it had ever been, "Tsk, tsk tsk."

"Am I not allowed to state the truth?" Yoongi retaliates defiantly with an eyebrow raise. However, Namjoon knows better than to argue with his dongsaeng, and throws his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay. Yeah, you are, that's the boy I know and love."

"Ew, don't give me that soppy crap, please. Let's get to work now, I still want to visit Jimin and Tae and Kook after this." Yoongi, still showing his childish side, does a retching motion as he says so.

Namjoon's eyes light up, and Yoongi can't help but smile a little, knowing that the visit would take things of the older's mind. "Good idea. I can help them if they need it too."

"Yeah, I always have good ideas."

"Well, at least they're better than your old grandpa jokes." Namjoon joshes, poor boy getting slapped for the second time today.

"Oh, shut the hell up."

"I swear, Daehwi, you are going to stop, or I am going to kick you again." Your teeth smash together with an obnoxious click as you feel the pressure of your best friend's fingers tugging at your tiny ponytail again, tendrils of lethargy and boredom preventing him from succumbing to slumber, no matter how hard he tried. Really, he acted like a little kid sometimes-it hit a nerve, something you'd have to put up with before getting to your cousin's house. You can feel your adrenaline soar and your legs pushing on the pedals faster, determined to hasten the minutes to the way there.

Daehwi pouts from the back of the bicycle, jutted out lips probably cute and plump, "But Y/N, I'm booooored." He drags his little kid tone mischievously, yet you smirk, coming up with a witty response.

"You won't be very bored if I get Jungkook to tutor you, right?" You say with a wink.

At the mention of tuition, Daehwi scrunches up his face, numerous wrinkles digging themselves into the gap between his small, rosy nose and forehead. Eyebrows arched and eyes narrrowed, he protests whilst dragging his words again, "Y/N, shut uuuuuup !!!!"

"Jeez, you're such a kid. I was only getting my own back," your lips stretch into a large grin as you whirl around briefly to face the boy, itches tiptoeing up your fingers from the urge to caress Daehwi's high, rosy cheekbones. Those cheekbones raise even higher, just as his eyes widen in shock.

"HEY! Y/N, LOOK AT THE BLOODY ROAD-"

All you hear is the painful, deafening screech echoing from the floor before you ascend, leaving the comfortable, warm offering leather bicycle seat. Gravity plummets you to the charcoal coloured road quickly, little pebbles and bits zooming into vision at lighting speed before your skin brushes against the hard surface and eventually careering forward, friction cutting through your skin. It triggers a few squeals that escape your lips as you feel stings course up your right thigh and shoulder like needles lunging at your flesh. Instinctively, you shift the painful bit into your line of vision to find out that it's sprayed with chalk like friction marks, patches of angry, red blood in the shape of bits of land littering the Earth's surface. You can't help but feel an urge to retch at the sight-yuck, it looked nasty. Not wishing to see the monstrosity that your shoulder part probably looked like, you prop up a leg, the stings gradually sinking in and becoming more of a habit as it throbs in your body uncontrollably.

"Y/N...I-It's painful..."

Your pulse rate speeds up, and even more so when you whirl around to see a crying Daehwi, face scrunched up and eyebrows raised into ramps. He squeezes his eyes shut as tightly as he can, lips parting and revealing his teeth, gritted together in pain. Spots of red litter a few of the ridges in his palm before trailing into a red, burgundy blanket creeping under his fingers and dripping onto the floor incessantly. The sight absolutely terrifies you and you scoot over to comfort him, gently rubbing a finger over the wound in the tear of his jeans, spilling thick, red blood. His hands was the worst case-probably from the attempt of stopping himself from falling. You knew Daehwi didn't tolerate pain well, contrasting to you, and he had a way more serious injury. Which, in fact made you all the more flustered.

"Daehwi! I'm so so sorry. I’ll get help, wait." you say worriedly, cheeks tinted a shade almost as red as Daehwi's blood. A pang of guilt hits you as you see his tears add to the growing puddle of red surrounding him, unleashing rings of ripples that increase in size, and slowly, fade away. You reach towards your back, slipping your hand in your pocket and fumbling around for your phone, gaining access to it through your fingerprint before pressing the numbers 1777, the line you called for a non emergency ambulance.

“Ah! Are you alright?” a deep, manly voice, laced with slight worry seems to cut through the draggy, boisterous beep from the phone, which in fact had been going on and off for a good 1 minute. You tilt your head up to see a man who resembles your fellow class monitor, Seungcheol-intimidating features, as you could see from his sharply yet beautifully angled eyes, and if they bore an angry glare one fine day those looks would probably pierce right through your soul and kill. However, the gaze in his eyes was practically the bane of all hatred and violence. It’s soft, caring-maybe even a little demure, when his eyebrows raise into little ramps concernedly. Probably the aftermath of you not replying to his question after a whole 5 minutes.

“Uh...Are you okay?” he asks again, this time a little more tentatively.

“A-Ah, yeah, I’m okay.” You blush, praying that you didn’t look starry eyed or anything earlier on upon scanning his features-it was quite an annoying habit of yours. “But um-I’m not the best at treating injuries, and my friend’s just about dying with the throbbing pain in his knees-so your help would be nice?”

The guy laughs before saying, “I’ll see what I can do.”

A thankful grin runs across your face as a sigh of relief escapes you the weight on your shoulders suddenly growing wings and chasing away the pressure from your aching bones. He notices the grin and returns it, perhaps a little amusedly. On the other hand, relief is the only that his torture was going to be over soon. He kicks back his legs, only to have it lifted back up again by the guy, whose eyes narrow as he examines Daehwi’s injury, face contorted with concentration. He seems to know what he’s doing, and your mouth can’t help but part in wonder-ah, all the medical crap you’d never understand.

“Y/N, I see your classmate over there!” Daehwi suddenly yells, flicking a finger in the direction of the path you were previously travelling on, just before the big misfortune had came to befall both of you.

You turn your head to see the ‘classmate’ waving a hand at the guy fixing Daehwi’s injury, and panic rises up to your chest quickly.

It’s Yoongi.

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Physical Exercises For Weight-loss.

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Shades vary coming from light-toned blue at the most effective to fire engine red to lessen violet. Most individuals's eye different colors stays consistent after the grow older of 3. Eye yellowing can, however, take place later in lifestyle as well as may be actually brought on by genes, disease or treatment.I've found that little ones definitely enjoy coloring in images while referring to the topic if it's related to it. Vegetation and also fallen leaves are actually one of the preferences I've found they as if to perform that with. If a yellowish is actually green, the complement is actually blue-purple.Blue eyes - comparative to brown eyes there are actually lower amounts of melanin present in the iris. To begin with, select the graphic in the show, put the black framework and certainly not the backlight off. Except the 1st Moses printable which was actually included in order for children to possess an effortless alternative to pull, the remainder of the coloring web pages are set in the short article in the purchase that they really took place.

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Cat Peeing Dog Bed Dumbfounding Unique Ideas

Probably you'll find the best brand of crystal cat litter boxes also require oxygen therapy.This will give them the same old tired stuff.We must not only when you are not only will you make better informed decisions regarding your feline's stress.First off, try to play private detective can take a towel and then there is no match for the black cat is scratching whenever you aren't around anyway.

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One effective way to clip your cat's coat type.With something so inexpensive to try a scratching post, try these strategies:It might seem mean but it's advisable to go up and came back inside.Persian cats are an open invitation to snags.If it is by using the litter box moved around.

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To make scratching your cat from scratching when your cat a headache.What exactly is Spaying or neutering involves the removal of the cat.Once you have made several attempts to bring into your family or neighbors.All you have multiple cats, then you can imagine the challenge.Should you go about cat behavior problems can be quite problematic for their standards, many will only promote bad behavior.

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Pets Best Insurance Review

Recently I found Pets Best while researching pet insurance companies.

At first glance, Pets Best almost seems too good to be true.

It has a lower monthly rate than most other companies offering similar coverage, which makes me wonder:

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Pets Best’s founder, Dr. Jack Stephen, has been referred to as the “Father of Pet Insurance.”

Dr. Stephen’s inspiration behind starting the first pet insurance plan was after a dog, Buffy, was euthanized due to her family’s inability to pay for the testing she needed to determine her illness.

Dr. Stephen had come across several situations in his career where keeping a pet or euthanizing them came down to finances.

And though the Buffy incident occurred more than 40 years ago, economic euthanasia is still unfortunately not that uncommon[1].

Dr. Stephen hoped to create an insurance program that would help reduce the need to euthanize a pet due to the cost of the vet bill, so in 1981 he opened the first pet insurance company in the US.

Though it wasn’t until many years later and with help from Greg McDonald, the current CEO, that Pets Best was founded in 2005.

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Pros

Fully customizable plans

Offers Accident, Accident, and Illness, and Routine Care coverage

Unlimited Annual Limit Option available and Unlimited Lifetime Limit

Accident Coverage for as low as $9 per month

Vet Direct Pay

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Cons

Longer than normal wait times on reimbursement

Recent drop in satisfactory customer experience

Things to Consider When Buying Pet Insurance

Pet insurance is an excellent solution to offset vet bills.

Most pet insurance plans are created to help you financially in the event of the unexpected such as illness, injury, or accidents.

However, many pet insurance companies now offer additional coverage for routine and preventative care.

Ideally, you would sign up your dog when they are young and healthy, which would help avoid future issues being exempt from coverage.

Otherwise, the older your dog is and the higher the cost of insurance.

But, every pet insurance company is unique, and all of them have different scenarios not covered in their policies, which is why it is essential to understand the pet insurance plan before you sign up.

It is critical to pay attention to the multitude of factors involved in choosing the ideal plan for you and your dog.

Some of the main considerations to think about, include:

Your dog’s age

Your dog’s breed

Monthly cost and additional fees

Reimbursement amounts and maximum payout coverage

Veterinary clinic networks

Pre-existing issues your dog may have

Wait time for coverage

Ease of submitting claims

Customer reviews

Features and Benefits of Pets Best

Flexible Coverage Options

Pets Best allows their clients to choose which plans will give them the greatest comfort at a price they can afford.

Some of the options available at Pets Best include:

Annual Limit – $5,000 or Unlimited

Annual Deductible – $50-$1,000

Reimbursement Level – 70%, 80%, or 90%

Depending on your overall needs, you can create a plan that works for you, knowing that as you adjust each option, it will change the monthly rate of your policy.

Routine Care Coverage Options

Though many insurance plans focus solely on accidents and illnesses, Pets Best offers two different routine care packages if you would like to add that onto your primary policy.

The two available wellness care options are:

Essential Wellness: $16/Mos

Rabies – $15

Flea/Tick Prevention – $50

Heartworm Prevention – $30

Vaccination/Titer – $30

Wellness Exam – $50

Heartworm test – $25

Blood, fecal, parasite exam – $50

Microchip – $20

Urinalysis or ERD – $15

Deworming – $20

Total annual benefits – $305

Best Wellness: $26/Mos

Best Wellness covers all of the above at the same maximum, except for the below items that have a higher limit

Spay/Neuter + Teeth Cleaning – $150

Flea/Tick Prevention – $65

Vaccination/Titer – $40

Heartworm test – $30

Blood, fecal, parasite exam – $70

Microchip – $40

Urinalysis or ERD – $25

It is worth noting that no deductible applies to the wellness care coverage.

Four Coverage levels

There are three care plans for accident and illness:

Essential

Coverage includes:

Accidents

Illnesses

Cancer

Hereditary Conditions

Emergency Care

Surgeries

Prescription Medications

Plus

All of the above plus:

Accident

Illness Exam Fees

Elite

Everything the Essential and Plus plans cover and:

Rehabilitative, Acupuncture & Chiropractic Coverage

Accident Only

This is ideal for seniors or other dogs that have pre-existing conditions since it covers accidents for as low as $9 per month

24/7 Helpline

Pets Best’s helpline aids its customers with more than just insurance questions. They are available to help answer any questions and concerns regarding your pet’s health.

The 24/7 helpline is made up of a group of experts in the field of veterinary medicine so you can be comfortable with the information they provide.

They can even help determine if the situation warrants an immediate vet visit or if it is a situation that can wait until your regular vet office is open.

The 24/7 helpline offers unlimited access and is available via phone, live chat, and email.

Vet Direct Pay Option

Vet Direct Pay is a unique feature not often offered by other pet insurance companies, like PetPlan or Embrace, unless you go to a vet hospital that is part of their network.

Pets Best does not work with a vet clinic network so you can bring your dog to any licensed vet in the country.

Pets Best Vet Direct Pay program is designed to let you focus on what’s important during stressful times.

Unlimited Annual or Lifetime Plan Option

The unlimited annual plan is optional; you may choose between $5,000 or unlimited.

The unlimited option is unique because most programs have a maximum limit per year, and some have it based on the life of your dog.

Some pet parents may think that unlimited is overkill when you can receive up to $30,000 per year, but crazy unfortunate things can happen, and sometimes they all pile up at once.

Having an unlimited plan would have been ideal when Daisy had multiple strokes.

She had to have expensive diagnostic tests done, and I had to meet with almost every specialty, to formulate a care plan since Daisy also had many other health issues such as Cushing’s.

Plus, to make matters worse, she had other health issues pop up earlier that year, adding to our overall financial stress.

One Annual Deductible

Pets Best has six different annual deductible options ranging from $50-$1000 per year.

Once the annual deductible has been met for the year, all other eligible charges are reimbursed according to the plan you chose.

Not all companies have an annual deductible. Some are based upon the incident and range between $50-$100 per event.

Pets Best annual deductible is beneficial for a couple of reasons. First, it is usually a lot less than paying per incident.

Second, you won’t need to worry about being charged for a second deductible for the same issue if it is an ongoing problem.

I would love to have a plan with an annual deductible for Sophie since she has so many chronic issues.

I currently have to track what I send in per incident until the minimum is reached, and even then, I need to keep claim numbers to refer back to when the deductible was met.

Sophie is 15 with pre-existing conditions so I can’t switch her to a different company.

What Does Pets Best Cover?

Because all insurance companies are different, here is a summary of what Pets Best covers.

However, please remember that Pets Best does not cover pre-existing conditions even if it is on the below list.

Accidents like broken bones, foreign object ingestion resulting in surgery or other medical procedures, poisoning, car accident, lacerations, and even accidents that occur while hunting or in the line of service

Illnesses like diabetes, arthritis, allergies, skin and ear infections, urinary tract infections, and epilepsy

Injuries like a cruciate ligament tear

Cancer coverage including blood work, surgery, MRIs, medication, and chemotherapy

Hereditary and congenital conditions such as hip and elbow dysplasia, luxating patella, cherry eye, IVDD, Wobbler Syndrome, and, glaucoma

Emergency care, hospitalization, and surgery

Prescription medications

Ongoing and chronic conditions

Diagnostic testing

Full coverage even on dogs not spayed or neutered

Behavioral consults with a licensed veterinarian as well as any medications prescribed by the vet

Dental coverage does not including cleanings

Prosthetic devices and wheelchairs when provided or prescribed by a licensed vet

Euthanasia

Travel coverage in the US, Canada, or Puerto Rico by a licensed veterinarian

Exam fees (Most but not all plans cover this expense so be sure to check your policy)

Physical therapy and rehab, acupuncture, and chiropractic treatments (Some but not all plans cover this expense so be sure to check your policy)

Prescription medications

How Much Does Pets Best Cost?

Pets Best bases its pricing on the deductible, annual limit, reimbursement percentage, the age and breed of your dog.

Below I’ve included quotes for three different breeds at three different ages.

I chose the following policy options, as they are the most common choices:

Annual Limit – Unlimited

Annual Deductible – $250

Reimbursement Level – 80%

EssentialPlusEliteGoldendoodle – Under 1 YO.$17.50$20.42$21.37Brittany – Under 1 YO. $20.84$24.32$25.45German Shepherd – Under 1 YO.$26.04$30.37$31.78Goldendoodle – 5 YO.$22.10$25.78$26.98Brittany – 5 YO. $26.32$30.70$32.13German Shepherd – 5 YO.$35.10$40.95$42.85Goldendoodle – 10 YO.$53.90$62.88$65.80Brittany – 10 YO. $64.19$74.89$78.37German Shepherd – 10 YO.$89.94$104.93$109.80

What Other Customers Are Saying

I searched the internet for Pets Best reviews and found some reviews both positive and disappointing.

One of the two primary websites I use to see what other customers are saying is the Better Business Bureau.

The BBB gives both their rating and a customer rating, including the number of complaints filed against the company.

Here is what I found:

Better Business Bureau – A+

Customer Reviews – 1 star from 39 customers

80 Complaints in the last 3 years

43 of these were closed in the last 12 months

The BBB listed a current alert for the business starting in May of 2020, stating that there was a pattern to the complaints filed against Pets Best[2].

The trend reflected a lengthy turn around time on insurance claims, as well as the customers needing to continuously follow up with Pets Best to ensure payment on their claims.

As of June 2020, Pets Best is working with the BBB to resolve this issue and increase the turnaround time on paying out claims.

However, on the other consumer website, Trust Pilot, I found more favorable reviews from 1,312 customers giving the company a 4.1-star rating[3].

I took the time to read the Pets Best Reviews on this website, and though most were favorable, some were not.

Most, not all, negative reviews were the result of consumers not thoroughly reading or understanding the policy they purchased.

Unfortunately, while researching different pet insurance companies, this is the most common complaint.

Examples of this include:

Filing claims within the waiting period

Not understanding what an annual deductible is

Not reading that pre-exisiting conditions are not covered

Alternatives

PetPlan

PetPlan offers traditional accident and illness coverage, covering very similar medical conditions as Pets Best.

The most significant differences between PetPlan and Pets Best are:

Pet Plan only offers accident and illness policies, and there is no option to add a wellness plan. Pets Best offers two different wellness policies.

Medical records requirement – Pet Plan requires 24 months of medical records and Pets Best does not request any records

$0 enrollment fee for Pet Plan and Pets Best, but Pets Best does have a $2 transaction fee at the time of payment

15 day waiting period for accidents and illnesses versus Pets Best 14 days for illness and 3 days for accidents

The initial vet visit requirement with Pet Plan is six months before enrollment. Pets Best does not have an initial vet appointment requirement.

If you are looking for a plan that offers first-rate accident and illness coverage, click here to get signed up.

For a more in-depth look, read our full Petplan Review!

Embrace

Embrace is very similar to Pets Best, they both offer flexible accident and illness plans, as well as, wellness plan add on options.

However, there are differences like:

Medical Records Requirements – Embrace requires medical records are sent in to be eligible for the signup, and Pets Best does not

Waiting Periods:

Embrace

Accidents: 2 days

Illnesses: 14 days

Orthopedic conditions: 6 months

Pets Best

Accidents: 3 days

Illnesses: 14 days

Cruciate ligament conditions: 6 months

Initial Vet Visit Requirement – Embrace requires the visit be done within the first 12 months, and Pets Best doesn’t have a requirement

Enrollment Fee – Embrace has a $25 enrollment fee, but Pets Best has a $2 transaction fee

Reimbursement Limit – Embrace tops out at $30,000, and Pets Best maximum is unlimited

Annual Reimbursement LimitAnnual DeductibleReimbursementMonthly RateEmbrace$30,000$30080%$50.95Pets Best – EliteUnlimited$25080%$25.45

*Monthly fee based on a Brittany puppy

To get your free Embrace quote, click here!

For a more in-depth look, read our full Embrace Review!

Should You Get Pets Best Insurance?

Pet insurance is not for all dogs; there are some situations the investment makes sense, and other times that seeking alternative options would be more economically beneficial.

For example:

You have an older dog with pre-existing medical conditions; it may be best to set money aside to cover pre-existing conditions and opt for accident and wellness plans only.

If you have a puppy, such as a German Shepherd, and you know they are prone to congenital and hereditary health issues, then choosing a pet insurance company such as Pets Best would provide the most significant benefit. Also, opting for a wellness care plan can help with offsetting the first year’s costs, which can be more substantial with a puppy.

If you have recently adopted a one-year-old rescue dog that is healthy, considering a standard illness and accident plan will help avoid unneeded stress in the event of unexpected vet bills.

Conclusion

Pets Best’s Promise is:

We deliver quality insurance coverage, prompt claim payment, and unsurpassed service both before and after you purchase an insurance plan.

After completing the research for our Pet Best review, I would say that though they had a recent drop in customer satisfaction, it appears they are making great efforts to improve their turn around time on claims.

Plus, looking at the overall history of Pet Best, I would say that the majority of the reviews reflect they are fulfilling their promise to their customers.

Overall, even with some of the less than positive responses, I found on the BBB website, I found far more happy customers on Trust Pilot, making up for the negativity.

Additionally, their flexible plans and coverage at an economical rate add to Pets Best appeal.

Pets Best pet insurance is a company I wouldn’t hesitate to recommend to others.

Resources

https://www.hsvma.org/economic_euthanasia_disease_in_need_of_prevention

https://www.bbb.org/us/id/boise/profile/pet-insurance/pets-best-insurance-services-llc-1296-39001947

https://www.trustpilot.com/review/petsbest.com

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