#and i dont have anyone nearby i can get one from and have it mean something

[ibrithir-was-here]

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#i know part the reason im feeling unmoored is that my ADHD brain hates having to deal with my crummy management painting the apartment #and not responding to texts about how mu h longer it will take #and my room and schedules are all askew because of it #and also im on my period #but man i just feel really unsettled latley #like not spooked unsettled but like...unmoored yeah #im 30 and i really dont know what to do with my life #and its harder now to have hope for the future #im not despondent just...empty feeling #my religion i loved so much turned out to be untrue #the person i loved so much turned out to not care about me #as a romantic interest or even a friend #and both have really made me feel like i just cant trust anything or anybody in any real way #like in a deep You Are My Safe Place kind of way #im rambling sorry #will probably delete later #it really is probably just my period and my apartment being a mess thats screwing with me #and i really just want a real hug #and i dont have anyone nearby i can get one from and have it mean something #so im rambling at tumblr to make myself feel better

[evilminji]

You know one of the purposes of Lining?

Shock Absorption.

If the Zone is the Inter- and EXTRA-Dimensional Lining, connecting, containing, and generally powering all of Multiversal Creation? The Great Primordial Soup? The Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust, from which we came and too which we return?

If the Zone itself is basicly the place between Universe, where your soul goes to get washed down, cleaned up, recharged, and sent out to wherever the next random portal takes it? To BECOME whatever you happen to find? An infinte recycler and Multiversal management?

The great metaphorical Yggdrasil, grown far beyond few branches, into an incomprehensible forest of one?

Well!

That kinda changes things! And also nothing! Because it means that those who remain? Are basicly squatting in the DMV's attic. Have built bunkers, under the country's main power generator. They really SHOULD move along. Granted, there is no one to MAKE them... but like...

That's cause no one thought anyone would NEED too?

Lol. Don't they feel silly? Anyway, I'ma put MY house over-! *wander off to go squat in the rafters*

Yeah, the CONCEPTS are native. But those probably just generate naturally. It's all the Souls constantly flowing through. Lots of background Sentience and Memories and such being washed away into the air. But? Then these lil souls were like "yeah, but if THEY get to stay... me too! D:< " "no, you can-" "ME TOO" and then they stopped listening and did what they wanted.

Good thing we have literally infinte amounts of room.

T...there's so MANY, you guys.

But! Not the point here!

*smacks white board* Realities! The Die too sometimes! And get born! A beautiful process, really. You can find Reality Beads if you know When and Where to look, some times. They, OBVIOUSLY, don't last for very long. Since they are basicly just seed universe. The explosive growth takes them almost immediately out of our range of perception, as they Begin.

Foundations of all Life and such.

But good God are they MAGNIFICENT!

However, sometimes? The REVERSE happens. If you find the area of the Zone your in? Is getting... "wavey" is the best way people describe it. Distorted. Fun house mirror. As though your vision has weird wrinkles that are distorting and stretching your view of things? Get Out. FAST.

If it's only SLIGHT? Barely noticeable? You can grab your Lair. IF, and ONLY IF you are NEARBY! If not? Remember. Things can be replaced. YOU? Can not.

Cause that "wavey"-ness? Is the final stage of Realm Entropy. The universe that portion over the Zone is covering and connected too, is all hollowed out. And about to CAVE IN. You DO NOT want to be there when that happens!

Remember! You see "waves"? Fly for three days!

Get to the edge of the affected area then KEEP GOING for a full three days flight. Warn everyone in you path. We stay safe together, guy. Collapses are NO JOKE. People get... well. Let's just say it's NOT a nice way too go.

Knowing this of course? We should all be SAFE right? Respectful if Awed distance from Reality Seeds, run like he'll if "waves"? We Gucci?

.....Sooooorta.

*flips Whiteboard to other side, to reveal a cartoonishly drawn Supervillian labeled "Asshole"*

Behold! A Terrorist!

It's a charged word. Not used lightly. But THESE fuckers? Oh ho ho! THESE fuckers?! "Ooooh~! Look at MEEEEE! I'm gonna play with FORCES I DONT UNDERSTAAAAAAAND! Destabilize my whole funckin UNIVERSE! Kill countless TRILLIONS OF TRILLIONS! Cause life was bad to me personally and I'm mad about it! Wah wah wah!!" ASSHOLES!

These fuckers? Cause Collapses. Blow Outs. Weird Fucked Up Cancerous Real Growths. You ever seen the Cleaners? No? You don't WANT TOO. They are basically eldritch, deep sea, angler fish looking mother fuckers THE SIZE OF SOLAR SYSTEMS. They travel in SCHOOLS.

BIG ONES.

When Realities collapse, they "fall off" as it were. Detach. And have to get recycled. All the countless impurities of Life eaten way to a blank slate. So it too, can start again. Thus the Fish. But! They ALSO eat anything "problematic".

Like tumors. Cancers. Poisoned, Multiversal Threats. Those quote on quote "God Killers".

Yes. Yes this IS part of why you DONT want to be near a Collapsing Reality.

No I WON'T explain how I know.

I DONT WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.

*smack the board with pointer* pay attention.

Jason Todd. Not! An Asshole. Sexy thighs. Fancy lil hair strip. We all miss him. But! He's off living his "no really, I'm totally alive, guys" hot girl summer or whatever. We are going to respect that! But!!! How did that happen? When he was DEFINITELY Hella dead?

Superboy Prime-y Pants. Who IS an ASSHOLE.

Because THAT fucker? PUNCHED HIS REALITY SO HARD IT NEARLY SHATTERED. Oh, no, I'm sorry! He punched SOMEONE ELSE'S reality! Because he is a tantruming MAN CHILD! And NOW? Now, Your Majesty, that WHOLE ASS Reality is more hair line cracks then border walls! One good shove? It'll cave in. Killing every soul inside.

The Cleaners are ALREADY circling.

It needs to be patched. Immediately. But that's not something normal ghosts can DO. The Zone won't LISTEN to us. Nor allocate the energy for it. The Concepts of Healing? We can't even FIND them.

We need help.

Please help them, King Phantom. You're the only one who CAN.

@hdgnj @babbling-babull @hypewinter @ailithnight @mutable-manifestation @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #Cracked Reality Au

[moondust-writes]

͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ [dating headcanons] ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ .ೃ࿐ shadow the hedgehog ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･safe for work; romantic

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ one thing that should be clear is that this hedgehog is traumatized - i mean, someone he was close to died, and then he almost died at the end of Sonic Adventures 2 (did die, even, until the fandom decided they wanted Shadow to be a returning character). a relationship isn't going to be easy

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ the first hurdle, would be befriending him. unlike others (i.e. team sonic), he would keep anyone at an arms length, try to avoid becoming attached - and immediately pulling away as soon as he notices any attachment ╰┈➤ this is how he is with everyone; he used to be open and less guarded with others, like Rouge and Omega, though his anxious attachment style later caused him to pull back - this is unavoidable, and questioning him about it will only cause it to worsen for a week or so

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ you'd have to be the one to take the first step when it comes to starting a friendship, be it as small as just sitting in the same area doing your own thing, or even initiating a conversation despite the 'dont talk to me' energy he often radiates - it'd be like talking to a wall, so hopefully you can keep up a one sided conversation

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ you'll know that he'll start to consider you to at least be an acquaintance when he starts to allow himself to be in your presence longer than usual, and even give brief responses to whatever it is you had been talking about. even if it is just as small as a hum of acknowledgement; when he considers you to be a friend? he'll start to seek you out every now and again when he has the free time to do so, and even engage in a proper conversation ╰┈➤ it is during the friendship that he begins to catch feelings; there will be moments of vulnerability, of openness. only when he realizes he doesn't mind it when you hug him or hold his hand to drag him somewhere that he will realize he is becoming attached and pull away

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ the confession is far from planned - more so accidental. but either way, he is the first to confess. it wasn't one of his smoothest moments, 'embarrassing,' more like it; but it was sweet, endearing ╰┈➤ you or his friends would have confronted him about the sudden distance, and while he'd try to avoid it, the pain from the single question of 'did i do something wrong?' would hurt too much; he had to let you know it wasn't you! even if it would damage his pride to admit that he, the ultimate lifeform, was scared and didn't know what these feelings meant(it was adorable, to see him flushed red as he put his feelings into words, the shade darkening as you explained that what he described was love - and that it was okay to be scared)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ the start of the relationship was, well, rough. but! shadow is determined to show that he is serious about you! due to what happened to maria, he will be protective - even if you can fend for yourself. some firm boundaries and reassurance can fix this; he'll get better over time

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pet names aren't something shadow deems to be necessary, so he'll typically just use your name or some nickname derived from it. if you express your love for them, though, he may just use 'honeydew' or 'darling' ╰┈➤ pet names won't be used in public on his end though, he views them as intimate things for only you to hear him call you - they're just for you and only you

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ personally, i think he's more shy when it comes to PDA, but all for it! you just won't often catch him being the one to initiate it unless he sees someone eyeing you or something is going on nearby. his default is holding your hand, but if he is a little bit more bold, he may just wrap his arm around your shoulder

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ not much of a cuddlebug, but he adores giving fleeting touches behind closed doors or when there is a moment alone with you. typically its a short peck on the lips, or a simple hug. at night, though, he will gladly cuddle, typically being the big spoon

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ shadow can have nightmares, though it isn't often that it occurs. on these nights, please let him bury his face in your chest while you groom his quills. it helps so much, and the purrs you get in return are absolutely precious

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ all in all, he would do anything for you and be vulnerable just for you; with help, he might even just be able to let himself joke around and have fun with his friends like he used to <3

#moondust trail #headcanons #sonic x reader #shadow the hedgehog x reader

[stealingpotatoes]

Invitation to talk about Sayuri and Nymie?

:D CAN OF WORMS: OPENED!! i'll tell u abt how they got found as Jedi

ok so Sayuri is one of the students that doesn't rlly go home bc there isn't much to go back to. Basically her parents were Rebellion pilots (or one was a pilot the other a mechanic. kinda unsure) but were both killed in action against the Empire abt 3-4ABY ish. obvs the Rebellion couldn't look after a 7-8yo while fighting the Empire

so the remainder of the squad manage to get her back to her parents' home village/ where she was born. so having like Everything change all at once leaves her pretty ?? and gives her some serious trusting-her-environment issues. her coolgirl "i dont care" persona is very much a result of this bc she's worried abt getting too comfy in smthn. (which is at odds w the OTHER issue she got from this event which is "deathly afraid of flying" an issue not helped if Master "traffic laws are just guidelines" Skywalker is piloting. but she tries 2 act like shes fine)

this is gonna get kinda long so im gonna smack some unposted art here and then go into a readmore

anyway fast forwarding to when Sayuri's abt 13 (roughly 9aby) she's visiting her parent's old squadron on a New Republic bc they'd all come visit whenever she could and after the Empire's fall they did a lot more pick her up and fly her to a base to ALL see her. and they're like omg Sayuri you came at the PERFECT time bc this rlly amazing pilot war hero who's also some like. mystical whatever is here!! he's on his way to some magic place we heard. maybe u can meet him!! which sayuri meets w her usual whatever bc she's not that gassed abt war heroes.

very worth noting that the squad's probably all seen her move shit with her mind, but theyre like oh you know how it is with teenage girls. the "nobody knows what a jedi is" + "the empire existed for a decent bit of her childhood" thing has kept anyone from being like yeahh sayuri should like. talk to someone abt this.

anyway she goes along when the squad are like c'mon let's see if we can see him. ok the only way i can describe this is you know the spiderverse like... spidey-sense recognition thing? that's basically what happens LOL Luke and Sayuri both have a FORCE USER RECOGNISED?? moment and Luke then makes a beeline for her then realises oh shit tiny teenager not jedi. would you LIKE to be a jedi?? and sayuri who hates her village and is feeling the strongest emotional connection she's felt in forever w this stranger she met 2 seconds ago is like okay fuckin sure yeah. and woo jedi!!

i posted my unposted nymie art yesterday but likkeeee pretend theres some here <3

So Sayuri falls into the "one of the Jedi found them thru the force or by chance" category of students who get found. However Nymie very much falls into the second category, which is "CAN SOMEONE DEAL WITH THIS WEIRD SUPERPOWERED CHILD FOR US????"

So 2 things about Nymie: 1. like i've said before, she's from a very rich high class pantoran family. super stuck up, mostly raised by nannies & tutors, but somehow Nymie just didn't get the stuck-up genes like all her (4!!) siblings who are just obsessed w their social standing etc and is instead just :D all the time. 2. her proficiency ig is the living force esp in the 'good at connecting to animals' way (which I think means I legally need to draw her w Ezra).

so the former often led her to escaping her family's stuffy parties and galas or whatever (usually to whoever's house it is' garden or somewhere she wasnt meant to be) to find something interesting. usually a pet <3 one particular time when she was 9 she was following her Pet Sense but couldnt find anything in the house. so she kinda just reached out more and long story short thats how Nymie managed to call this hugemassive beast (i'd tell u what it was if i knew pantoran animals LOL) out of the nearby countryside to her. massively distressing for everyone, all these rich ppl were like "OH MY GOD I NEARLY DIED" (it didnt attack anyone). very funny exciting time for Nymie who was enjoying this new beastie friend til animal control showed up. saddening. everyone is confused bc HOW did that happen

a dude old (and cool) enough to have seen more than one jedi in their heyday (+ idk uni researcher knows his shit) noticed what happened w it going straight to Nymie and overheard her account and realised what happened and was like hi nymie's parents. i think u need to get into contact w the new republic bc thats a jedi right there (which they take and go oo social climbing. we have a jedi child people will think we're cooler. bc theyre assholes)

and yeah im losing steam now but luke shows up and she joins the academyyay!

#i tried to NOT go on a 2000 hour ted talk #bc im pretty sure i could give a solid 5k of meta on top of any explanations of abt... 95% of my OCs lolll #which does mean this comes off as a lil messy but hey #sayuri ireshla #nymie #oc #original characters #luke's students

[cator99]

went to a nearby university today since an author whose book I'm reading teaches there and I wanted to ask some questions. wandered until I found something called the deans office and then made a very quick assumption where he might be and asked for directions to that department and the lady there said "oh are you looking for [name], the [job title]? Shes in [room]!" So I just said YES and thanked her and went to [room] where I was just like oh are you [name] and she immediately just said "YES come in!!!" no questions asked she looked bored as fuck and also had the rainbow stuff going on in her room so maybe she was oh what do they call it "enthusiastic about female baldness" but i apologized for intruding and explained that i was directed to you but I'm actually looking to speak to [authors name], and she didnt know who that was, definitely not this department, hmm weird, so we chatted and she looked him up on her computer and asked me about my research which is when I clarified that I'm not a student I just started reading this guy's book last week and realized i happened to be working in the area where he teaches and figured I'd try to speak to him which she thought was super dope so she printed me off a map of the campus and highlighted how to get to him she was really great I wish I hung out with her instead of going to find him and getting shut down hard as fuck the people in his department practically rolled their eyes at me which I absolutely expected but yeah I guess you can just go to universities and talk to faculty so long as they're not also media darlings. So I just been looking up a bunch of people (lesbians. mostly) who do their thing at other universities and have information about things I want to learn about because to be honest I don't really know what school is or life really I just show up places and start asking questions and that seems to be half of the work now the problem is there's this 2 part seminar I really really want to go to about careers in a field of study I'm interested in but its undergraduates only and also invite only but basically I'm thinking of just showing up and acting normal and shaking hands and all of that and by the time they realize I shouldn't be there they'll be like ahh well you're not hurting anyone with your driven curious nature and enthusiasm for learning so sure buddy why dont you stay. I mean how else am I supposed to know if I should sink years of my life into pursuing it? I want to hear the professionals speak to the undergrads and pretend I'm one of their kind so I can really immerse myself in the experience and can from there make an informed decision okay perfect yeah sounds like a plan

[kairiscorner]

HI HIIII HOW U DOING?? I HOPE GREAT!! 😘😘 anyways, can i req something? Its one of the things i wanna see and its so URGH yk what i mean? HAHAH🤭 soooooooooo HAHA this imagine is going on for awhile in my mind but i dunno if your great at angst but if u r not great at angst, just ignore this request! Dont force yourself.

Anyways this is my request ; Y/n as spider noir’s cannon.

HEHE i have seen other characters but not spider noir so whyyyyyy notttt? THANK YOUUUUU 😘 AND STAY SAFEEEEEE‼️‼️

oh my dearest @ii01vp you have no idea how long i've craved to induce tears :> BUT YES I WANNA DO THIS, thank YOU and stay safe too :DD

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

content warnings! mentions of sharp blades, blood, and bleeding please don't read ahead if you are uncomfortable with the topic ^^

blood spilled everywhere on the floor as a sharp blade was lodged into your chest cavity. it happened in an instant, the second of an instant–you couldn't even count to three, and a blade had already pierced your chest, creating a crevice in your heart, forcing blood to spill out of you.

you gasped for breath, for help, for a hand to reach out to–but nobody, not a single soul was there to save you. not even him. you prayed you'd get out of this alright, you'll come out of this alive--because what kind of person deserves a demise in the hands of a lowlife criminal that wanted to take your money.

how defiant you were not to give them a single cent. in the end, a single cent costed you another minute of your life.

you cried out, hoping someone, anyone, would hear. begging to the skies above to bring someone to you, to help you, at least be with you in your final moments as all the blood would soon be drained from your ailing body, for you didn't want to die alone. you didn't care who it was, so long as you weren't alone at the time of your death.

your vision was getting hazy, your feet were giving way as you became more and more light-headed the more the blood stained your garments and imbued in them a deep, red hue. you gasped, hoping to make up for the lost oxygen as the blood continued pouring out of you.

"someone... a-any... one..." you choked out as blood poured out of your chest, no matter what efforts you took to put pressure on the gaping wound. you felt yourself growing weaker and weaker, and to make matters worse, you felt drops of water on your head, back, and shoulders; it would be raining, and raining hard. your cries for help as you waddled on with what little strength you had left would be drowned out in the flood of noise the rain would create.

you fell to your knees, your hands keeping you steady as your breathing became more and more labored. this was it, you thought. i'm going to die. i'm going to die alone, in the rain, in an unnamed alley with rats and bugs as the only witnesses of my death, you said to yourself as the tears began to pour, staining the collar of your shirt along with the drops of blood coloring it with a bright red.

"peter..." you called out for the name of the man you loved, who once held you so dearly and promised never to hurt you or let you get hurt; the man whose kiss tasted sweet like ripe oranges and whose lips fit into yours just right, as if the universe brought you two together to worsen the pain of having you taken away from each other.

your vision was soon darkening, you were going to lose all sensation in a few moments. but before you could close your eyes, possibly never to open them again, you heard footsteps nearby, big footsteps rushing through the puddles formed by the rain--puddles that were doused in the fresh redness of your blood.

you wondered who it could be, but then again, why did it matter? they couldn't save you, not like they'd care to. you were just another statistic in the grand scheme of things--who else would care about another dead body in the alleyway? well... he would.

"l... love..." muttered a shaky voice as the figure who was rushing through puddles moved closer and closer to you, their steps getting slower and slower all the while; as if they were reeling themselves from wanting to just run up towards you. "who..." you muttered, and before you could even answer, the figure was now hovering over you. "...spider... man?" you murmured out as you faced the black and gray clad man.

his gloved hands were quaking, they reached out toward you. "how... how could i... how could i let th-this..." he muttered as he choked back tears. you were confused, what was spider man doing to a total stranger like you, reaching his hand out and weeping over a soul he never met before. "spider man... it's okay... just--please--lock... that criminal... up." you made out with a small smile and a wheezing cough that followed afterwards.

spider man shook his head. "no... no, no, no!" he shouted, which made you gasp. "i'm... i'm sorry... i couldn't... first, uncle ben, and now..." he cried out as he started to weep under his mask. with the last bit of strength you had, you shushed spider man, reaching your hand out for his that caressed your cheek. "spider man... please don't cry... over a--a stranger..." you whispered as he held your hand tightly, and soon... you were gone.

and peter... felt like he had died along with you. words can never begin to describe the sorrow and anguish he felt when he saw you there in that alleyway as he was chasing down that criminal, he could never imagine just how painful it was for you, and he feels like all the punishments in the world were never enough to absolve him for the sin of not being around long enough for you.

for not being able to save you when he could've done something.

"why... why them? why not me?" was all he could cry out to the skies above as he took off his mask and wept, still holding your cold hand in his own, as your lifeless body beat no more for the man you loved and held dearly in your, now pierced and unbeating, heart.

a/n: miguel was watching from a rooftop nearby with jess around the corner and with ben reilly narrating his secondhand grief.

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @sabcandoit @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck @k4tsu3 @fictarian @maxoloqy @connors-cumslurper @ii01vp

#spider noir #spider noir angst #spider noir x reader #atsv x y/n #atsv imagines #atsv #atsv x reader #atsv x you #itsv #itsv x reader #itsv x you #itsv x y/n

[the-s1lly-corner]

M AN I know it's probably never gonna happen but,, just imagining what the cast does after escaping the digital world.. (very happy and unlikely canie can go with them too aughh)

But, especially thinking about kinger x reader scenario bc he's my fav aa

There's so much I could ramble on but I don't wanna take up too much space but oughhh

Just kinger having happiness and healing after the events with the reader bc aaaa

Together again (Kinger x reader)

Just answered a similar ask (will be linked at the end of the post!) Where the reader reunites with everyone in the real world ! Gonna add on to kingers piece here!

Written on mobile!

Let's get one thing straight. This dude is going to be so messed up. There's the digital world thing, the fact that he probably lost his wife (assuming he and queener were together in the real world before), and I personally hc kinger to be a father

Even worse, what if they dont re-remember their life before the digital world? Like when they escape they only remember the circus and onwards.. bro is going to find out hes a father and that kid is going to have a dad who doesnt remember them

That's so

Horrible

I think if you guys get together, you're going to need to take it slow and steady. I mean hes being filled in on so much and readjusting to the real world

Get that man a therapist

But also.. would anyone believe anyone after they escaped the circus? I mean it sounds insane, "I put on a headset and got trapped in this world"

It's

A lot

Assuming you guys manage to stick together through the early stages of healing, you're going to have to be okay with coparenting should kinger regain custody of his kid

Oftentimes you two will call and talk to each other throughout the night, sometimes you have to reassure him that you'll still be here when he wakes up...

But this is getting a little (very) angsty, let's toss some fluff in there

I think it would be amazing to see kinger become happier and bolder day by day, watching him to from locking himself in his room in his old home, to daring to venture out into a nearby park

To watch the butterflies and such

I firmly believe kinger may become agoraphobic, be it within the circus or after.. you're going to need to be so so patient with him

At home dates are your go to in the beginning ! Cooking meals together, movie nights, book nights, stuff like that!

You guys make a butterfly garden in the backyard, you let him rattle off about the different species and cool facts for as long as he wants

Loves that you make sure his pillows are as comfy as they can be

Actually the fact that you check in on him everyday, be it in person or over the phone, makes him feel so supported, that would definitely aid in him rebuilding himself

You're so so proud of him when he decides to take you out somewhere to town, stepping out of his comfort zone you know?

Help him make a plan should you guys need to go home/somewhere secure though

Ponders

The other post:

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #kinger x reader #kinger x you #kinger imagine

[brandogenius]

Valentine's day request! A fic where julien is readers secret admirer 🤭💓

this has been in my drafts since 12th february 😭 not proofread + it’s terrible i apologise i was in that angsty mood

‼️RPF‼️

ONE SHOT - julien x reader - a failed chance

“i’m only saying, maybe it’s someone you know?” you inspected the letter in your hand throughly. today was valentine’s day, you were supporting the boys on their tour as their concert photographer.

hanging out in the backstage area, you were greeted with one of the security guards coming in with a big bouquet of flowers and a letter. a nearly folded envelope with your name handwritten in a style you don’t recognise.

you found yourself stressed, sitting at the small lunch table. julien beside you and phoebe across from you.

“i - just.. who writes like this? i don’t know anyone who writes like this” you stared at the words closely. maybe if you held them up closer to your face you’d figure out who sent it. neat cursive hand writing, similar to phoebes but bigger. it wasn’t phoebe. why would it be her? she’s taken.

“i dont know- lemme take a look” julien snatched the letter from your hands, doing a quick scan over. she shrugged her shoulders, placing the card back on the table. “not a clue. but they sure do know what type of flowers you like, so i’ll give them that”

your eyes shifted to the bouquet of flowers in front of you. placed nicely in a red vase, red roses mixed with pink carnations and baby’s breath. “i guess? they must know me then right? i think i’ve only ever said it to you, and my mom - maybe my old friend in school” you rambled on, focusing your attention to julien as you theorised

phoebe looked up from her spot on the chair, eye shifting between the two of you. she gave julien a knowing look, quickly sitting up from her chair and clearing her throat. “huh- would you look at that. lucy needs help with tuning her guitar- i’ll see you guys later” you didn’t even have time to say goodbye, the platinum haired woman running away, down the hallway and turning a sharp turn around the corner.

you sighed. closing your eyes, you leaned your head on julien’s shoulder, smiling slightly when you felt her arm wrap around your waist.

“don’t stress yourself”

“i just want to know who sent it”

“maybe they don’t want you to know?” you frowned, lifting your head up and looking at julien. “why?”

“why not?” julien chuckled, playing with the envelope that was left on the table. “isn’t that what a secret admire is about?”

“i guess?” you took one of the roses out of the bouquet. “she really knows my type”.

“she?”

“only a woman would be on this level. i don’t think a man would put this much effort into a bouquet right?” you gave juliens a small smile, amused when her face went red. her cheeks and ears glowing a small shade of pink. she grabbed her cup of water, taking a small sip

“i mean.. it had to be a girl right? it’s not you is it?”juliens eyes widened, choking on her water. coughing into her arm, she shook her head quickly. “me? me- absolutely not! no-“

“would you relax. i’m joking, obviously” you lightheartedly rolled your eyes, grabbing some of the tissues nearby to your left and passing them to her. “besides, i’m sure if you had a crush on me you’d tell me. instead of doing this mind playing game of figuring who the fuck this is, right?”

julien shrugged. “i guess..”

“yeah. so it’s fine. you need to get ready for soundcheck. we can figure out who it is later” you stood up, putting the rose back in the vase and grabbed your camera. “you got a busy day ahead of you, cmon!”

“yeah yeah- i’m coming..” julien gave a small smile, watching you walk away. she looked back at the bouquet of flowers with a frown before standing back up and following behind you.

maybe next year she’ll have the courage to confess.

#pom writes #julien baker x reader #julien baker headcanons #julien baker angst #julien baker au #julien baker x fem!reader #julien baker one shot #julien baker blurb #julien baker fluff #julien baker fanfic #boygenius x reader #boygenius fanfic #boygenius au #boygenius one shot

[vee-beeee]

The Call

HELLO THERE

Im back in the building with a slightly angsty slightly b99 inspired crime scenario

Premise: You hadn't been on a call since you shot a mannequin 15 times. Nines and Conner promised your safety. And then you get HURT OOPs

a lil shorter too, sorry for plot holes stuff like that

Warnings: violence like choking and guns, punching y'know the basics getting attacked by a random mean guy

Conner and Nines x reader

I also dont know how to feel about this but i worked hard so here it iss

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It was a pretty uneventful morning all things considered.

You woke up with Nines and Conner, got all ready and went to work together. You got some basic desk jockey work done while Nines and Conner consulted Fowler on a case.

You were happy doing paper work, you even enjoyed it. You loved your job, but it could get super nerve-wracking when you went out on calls. The last one had been almost 2 months ago, when you had been so terrified from the description of the suspect and the location the crime took place that you as soon as you heard a noise you jumped up, screamed at the top of your lungs, and shot a mannequin to death.

Nines had then sarcastically told you that he thought it was dead, and Conner hurried by your side to calm you.

So you hadn't been on a call for a while. Usually Nines or Conner would go with Hank, (and on occasion a very angry Gavin) but you were all content.

Until today.

The boys got a report of someone seeing an android and a human having an altercation and the human dragging the droid to a nearby abandoned house.

Awesome. Sweet. Totally chill.

But Hank was out that day, Gavin was bonking around somewhere, and that left you alone to go.

"You don't have to if you don't want to Detective. There are other officers and other ways to go" Conner had seen your heart rate pick up when he told you the news, and was quick to comfort you. He was currently kneeling next to your chair, LED flickering amber and brows furrowed in concern. Nines on the other hand....

"They requested us. I understand she is anxious, but we have to leave quickly." He was standing a little behind Conner, looking edgy. His LED was also yellow, and he was stick straight. He held your gaze with a expression you couldn't read, but if you took a guess the flicker in his eyes was worry.

"We promise to protect you Y/N. If it comforts you to know, we are the most advanced androids currently." Conner did a little wink which made you perk up and giggle, bringing a smile to his face. Nines rolled his eyes but still followed up on his predecessors comment with

"We can easily take down anyone wishing harm on you, in fact we should all just stay together in the same room.."

"Okay Ill go"

Both RK units looked at you in surprise, not yet hearing your voice since announcing the news. You looked into both their eyes and nodded your head, and they instantly sprung into action. You got ready, nerves wracking your body, and left in Conner's car.

You were doing it.

When you got to the location, the first thing you noticed was how creepy it was. The house was in a bad part of town, and was extremely decrepit. The yard was completely over grown, and you had to fight some bushes to get close to the door.

"I cant believe this thing is still standing." you mumbled to yourself, and both boys had heard you. Conner shook his head and turned to glance your way while Nines scoffed in agreement. You all cautiously approached the the front door, taking care in being quiet.

Conner went to knock on the door, saying his usual "Detroit Police" spiel and Nines stood right behind him. While Conner was doing that, Nines had held his arm slightly in front of you, and you flushed over his subtle protectiveness. He was really cute sometimes. He was also making good on his promise from earlier to protect you, and you silently thanked him.

When knocking didn't get anywhere, Conner started looking in the windows (or what was left of them). Nines stalked away from you to do the same on the other side, and you stepped back off the houses porch to examine the stained glass window on the top of the home. You guessed it shown into the attic. At that moment you didn't know if it was the suns beams or you were freaked out, but you felt like you were making eye contact with a shadow.

You heard Conner call to you and he nodded his head to the door. You understood and saw Nines, once again, step his massive frame in front of you.

And then Conner started to kick the door.

It broke with surprisingly little resistance, and splintered on impact.

You were kind of glad for the Nines shield about now.

You watched Conner step into the house and spin around, whipping his gun into his hand. Soon he faced Nines and his LED blinked. Then Nines stepped into the house and you followed. You turned on and held up your flashlight and started looking around the living room area you seemed to be in. The house was in even worse shape on the inside, everything was a mess. There was dirty food and animal prints everywhere, and the house reeked of rotting wood. And something metallic. Not good.

You looked around and saw Conner enter a new room, that was right of the main entrance, and proceed to lean down and (yuckkk) taste test old blood. From where you were standing, it looked like an androids blue blood. You turned to the RK900 unit, who was staring at you, and fake gagged. He gave you an amused smirk and turned to continue into the kitchen.

As you were left alone in the living room, you decided to enter what looked to be a laundry slash back room that had a staircase to the top floor in it. Clothes were scattered everywhere, and you couldn't help but wonder what happened to the people that had previously been living here.

What you didn't notice when you were observing the clothes, back turned away from the stairs, was a figure.

Creeping down the stairs.

Quietly.

Staring at you with hate.

You started to turn around as you heard fast thumps and suddenly you were pushed into the wall. Hard. So hard, the wind was knocked out of you and suddenly the world was tipping as you fell on the ground. You gasped as the assailant took advantage of your surprise to kick your stomach, making you wheeze harder. You tried to grab at their legs to trip them, and you managed to for a second but they recovered faster. They then sat down on you to stop your fighting and wrapped their hands around your neck. And then applied pressure. They positioned their knees on your legs and leaned their full body weight on your upper body. You kicked and struggled, gasping loudly and calling out a pitiful "help".

2 heads snapped in your direction from across the house.

And then the figure, which you recognized as an large adult man with balding hair and a shaggy mullet, was harshly shoved off of you and pushed into the ground. Nines had gotten to you first, and was busy fighting the man as he pulled out of his grasp and kicked at the RK unit. It was a losing battle, and the man was subdued when Nines punched him so hard he knocked him out.

As soon as Conner entered the room he was instantly at your side, brushing your hair out of your face and calling your name. Your vision was blurry, but you saw his LED was a bright red. You could feel your body was bruised, and your heavy breathes came out raspy. You coughed and tried to sit up, falling immediately after. Conner caught your head before you hit it on the floor, and lifted you to his chest. He wrapped you in his arms and kissed the top of your head, whispering apologies.

Over the RK800s shoulder, you saw Nines was still looking at the man. The expression on his face was murderous. He finally glanced in your direction and caught sight of your teary eyes, and softened. He walked over to lean down and kiss your hair, LED blinking red and yellow. You knew he was scanning you. Both of them had. After a while, Conner's hug became bone crushing and you tapped his back to signal it was time for him to release you. With a hoarse voice you tried to ease the situation.

"Guys I'm okay now, but I am disappointed I didn't put up much of a fight." Conner was instantly shaking his head.

"No he suprised you and over powered you. Dont blame yourself. Blame me. I wasnt there, Im so sorry." Now you were shaking your head in defiance.

" I wandered off, its my fault not yours, you guys should be mad at me.."

"Okay we all failed" Nines cut in on yours and Conner's rambling. After getting both your guys attention he continued

"I apologize Y/N for breaking my promise. We did all learned a valuable lesson however" You and Conner raised your eyebrows at him and he stood off the ground to straighten his tie and say,

"Listen to Nines when he says stay together."

After waiting a bit more, Nines took the man to Conner's car and made sure to "accidently" use more force than necessary. Conner told you to stay put and rest, he had called an ambulance when you were hugging and wanted you to try not to move. His LED was blinking a lot as he grazed over the kick to your stomach. While you were waiting, Conner went and found a terrified android, he was cowering in the corner of the attic and was covered in blood. He escorted the droid to the car and you continued to wait. You heard the sound of the car roaring down the road while Conner came back to wait with you until the Ambulance came, and when it did, he rode with you. He reassured you and stayed by your side the whole time. Eventually, he had to leave and go to the office but he promised to be back. So you waited and the hospital did more tests.

(After 1 hour)

Nines and Conner had hurried through everything so they could visit you as soon as possible. When the got off, they basically speed to the hospital and ran to your room. (Speeding for Conner was 5 over the limit)

When they got to your room you were lazily smiling at the tv in your room. A nurse was there with you and explained that you had bruising around your neck and internal bleeding. Also, small note, you were VERY drugged up. Conner sighed and Nines barely acknowledged the nurse, and kept staring at you. Eventually, after briefing the boys a little more, the nurse left them so they could be alone with you. Conner gently walked up to you and scanned you himself, seeing the hospital's assessment to be correct.

"She was right, I see internal bleeding"

You turned to face him and suddenly huffed out a laugh. He watched as you reached out to pat his arm, surprising both RK units with your reaction.

"Conner your so cute. That's where the bloods SUPPOSED to be"

You smiled brightly and looked at Nines who snorted and averted his gaze. Conner hung his head, hiding his smile, and quietly asked Nines what drugs they had you on.

Later that day, after the some of the drugs had worn off a bit, Hank visited you with flowers and a bag full of "lady things" he thought you would like. The bag consisted of lipstick and a magazine. Conner had reluctantly left to finish work and Nines stayed to look over you. He had left once and gotten your favorite takeout (against his will) and complained about you eating un-healthy food in your condition. You just rolled your eyes and took the bag out of his hands to kiss his cheek.

After a couple days, you returned to the office and was greeted by everyone calling you a "good sport" and patting your back. Conner and Nines were the happiest you were in the office.

You knew from then on, that they would always keep their promise.

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THANK YOU FOR READING

Im sorry if this has been done before, and sorry for spelling errors or if its cringe lol

First time writing a fight woohooo

I slipped in a parks and rec joke to lol

#dbh connor #dbh connor x reader #dbh rk800 #dbh nines #dbh rk900 #dbh rk900 x reader #detroit become human

[plushii-gutz]

Part 2 of the Spooktacle special woohoo! Fair warning for weird eye stuff

The town began to grow taller and taller as the celestials approached, Punkleton leading the way with pride. They had to pause occasionally, whether to help one of the younger monsters catch up or to wipe away any fear. Furnoss reminded them that they didn't have to go, especially if it scared them. Of course, they persisted.

Nearby trees seemed to have gotten the same treatment Tawkerr had, tangled with toilet paper and fake webs. Some held small, smunkin-shaped lights inside to help guide the monsters along the street. The group froze up as other monsterlings approached them. Or, more specifically, approched Punkleton. Being the time of year it was, they were excited to come across him! He offered candies and took a few photos, happy to humor them. One separated from the rest, asking Plixie if they watched the show the robot was from. She slipped back behind Attmoz, whose fur stood up in preparation to keep the plasma monster safe.

"Ah, they're not much talkers," Punkleton pointed out. "Say, how about you guys run along to th' park? It's getting closer to midnight, and you know what that means!"

They other group agrees, thanking Punkleton for his time and running back out into the streets with a new goal in mind. He could feel how tense the rest were, hoping now they would feel relieved.

"What's goin' on at midnight?" Glaishur asked.

"Only the grand finale of the best damn party in all of Plant Island! Usually, monsters try to end Spooktacle around midnight, so we have a sort of closing ceremony. There's gonna be lights, music, costumes, and drinks for uh.. For adults. Ya know, maybe I shouldn't be serving those anymore. It gets outta hand real quickly. Ah, what am I talkin' about? It's a party and everyone's invited! But before we get to that, you little monsters need to learn how to trick-or-treat properly!"

It's a simple process. Knock on the door, say the magic words, and huzzah! Bucket of candy! Easy as that. Torrt had no issues running up to the first house, but the rest were not as enthusiastic about talking to strangers as he was. He spoke for them, giving them of words appreciation and making sure everyone got something. They even picked up little Galvana to help them be seen, who in turn nipped at the candy-givers hand. We might need to work on that.

Scaratar ended up falling behind with the older of thr group, deeming herself too mature for silly games like this. The second she saw the king-sized chocolate bars, though, she decided to tag along to the second house. To get something for the others, of course.

They didn't realize how awkward it was interacting with anyone but each other once they made it into the heart of the town. One large street lined with cozy little homes and monsters of all ages enjoying the night out, vehicles unknown to them driving slowly and blaring out hauntingly beautiful music. Furnoss worried about losing track of the kids, and as hard as he tried, it was impossible to keep up with everyone at once. Attmoz, Syncopite, and Glaishur wanted to wander off on their own, and Furnoss would be lying if he said he wasn't up to join them. They had a whole town to see! He was allowed to be curious, wasn't he?

"How 'bout I take over?" Punkleton offered. "I know these streets like the back of my hand!"

"They aren't the easiest to look after," the fire monster warned. He gave the older three a quick look for their judgment, and they dont seem to have an issue with the idea. "Are you sure you'd be able to keep up with them?"

"You can count on me!"

"I can help, too!" Scaratar added in, opting to follow the rest. Furnoss agreed, hoping the decision would be a good one. Punkleton was responsible enough, right?

Attmoz and Syncopite wanted to stop by the party mentioned earlier. It sounded way too cool not to! As exciting as it sounds, Glaishur was already uncomfortable in his costume, and he wanted to find somewhere to stop and make a few rearrangements before going into anything that might be a little on the crazier side. Furnoss wanted to look through the vendors, particularly interested in the decorations and baked goods. Maybe Glaishur could tag along with him?

"We could stop by a public restroom first," he planned, "Look around for a bit at the booths, and perhaps we could meet back up at the party. It will be a quick trip. Do you think that could work?"

Attmoz waited for Glaishur's response. He himself was a little indifferent to being separated from his partner, especially by someone he was still trying to be more fond of. Glaishur doesn't have an issue, though, and his opinion matters more to Attmoz. He gave the purple monster a quick smooch on the cheek, giving him an idea of what time they'll meet back up. Furnoss rolled his eyes but kept his lips shut.

"Let's find somewhere to stop first, yes?"

"Sounds good t' me."

Off they went! Leafy's was closest, and Furnoss was well aware that Glaishur already knew his way around. That was an issue on Glaishur's end. The cashier, a drumpler dressed as a baseball player, directed the werewolf-masked monster to the restroom. He made awkward but casual conversation, unknowingly, with a celestial while they waited.

Glaishur ripped off a few tags and combed out the fur on his costume as much as he could. It was nice to get a quick breath and organize himself a little bit, although he felt strangely unnerved. It was as if someone was watching him, waiting for him. Perhaps he was just worried due to being out of the castle - it wasn't a common occurrence, and he knew it was risky. Any small slip-up could lead to him being caught. Seems he found the spooky part of Spooktacle.

"Where ya from?" The worker asked, now wiping off the counter.

"Um.. F-Fire Haven?"

"Ah, heard that place was going downhill fast 'cause of the weather. Wait, what species are you?"

Perfectly timed, Glaishur left the restroom fully suited up. Furnoss bid farewell, leaving the gas station as quickly as he could. Thankfully, the drumpler didn't follow behind, as much as he wanted to.

As planned, they walked along the rows of booths and vendors, being treated as any other monster. They were offered samples and candy for simply dressing up, and Glaishur gained a new love for smunkin spiced cookies. They had to have white chocolate somewhere, though. Furnoss took a hand-written list of ingredients and instructions, suggesting he and Glaishur perhaps make them the next day. That ought to be good!

They were surprised to come across a familiar face, accompanied by others they weren't knowledgeable of. Furnoss wasn't sure if he should engage or not, considering the others. Somehow, it was Glaishur who called the monsters over. It was none other than the lavender bowgart herself.

Viola, Jaiden, and Baloola were looking around at the trinkets and decorations as well, each dressed to their fullest. Viola went as a witch, donning a short black dress with lace and a hat with purple additions. Jaiden matched as a black cat, going all out with fake whiskers, teeth, claws, hand warmers, and even contacts to give her eyes a feline appeal.

"Initially, I was going go as the cat," Viola commented, "But I'd rather not give my online following any plans."

Much to the dismay of Jaiden as well, it seems. Viola didn't refer to the other two by name, instead introducing them to Jaiden and Baloola as some of her paitents. Baloola was dressed as Hyehehe, as absolutely terrifying as that is. Her obsession with the Mythical seems to have no end. It seems handmade as well.

While Jaiden and her sister went to find a better way to carry the many items they purchased, Viola stood behind to have a quick check-in. What were they doing outside of the castle? They were risking a lot. Furnoss assured them that they were safe, that Punkleton took charge, and seemed to know what he was doing. She didn't seem all too fond of the idea, but it was their lives, and she decided to let them lead it however they wished. The cold monster was distant in his responses, that unsettling feeling from before still following his every step. Something isn't right, and the others picked up on it.

"Glaishur? Can I speak with you?" Furnoss asked.

As if he weren't scared enough. Again, they moved to a closed area, wishing Viola a lovely Spooktacle.

"I - I didn't upset you, did I?" Glaishur worried, already pulling at the fur of his costume.

"No, no, of course not. I just feel like you're.. uncomfortable. Is something wrong?"

"It's jus' anxiety. I think. There's a lot goin' on and I think I'm a lil scrambled in th' head right now."

"Mhm.. am I allowed to ask something that might be a bit sensitive?"

"I mean, I don' see why not."

"Are.. are you afraid of me?"

Glaishur had nothing to say in return. Even without an answer, Furnoss felt his throat grow tight with guilt. He shook it off as much as he could. He only cared for the comfort of his friend, and right now, he seemed on edge.

"Would you rather go find Syncopite and Attmoz? This is your first Spooktacle, and I'd rather you enjoy it. Besides, I think we finished our own little trip."

"You're not mad at me. Are you?"

"No, not one bit. This is something we'll have to work on in the future, but right now, I think a certain airhead is waiting for you. I'll catch up, ok?"

The cold monster nodded, now excused from the conversation. Furnoss gave him a head start, staying behind to find Viola again. He might as well schedule another meeting while she's around.

Back into the flooded streets. Was it the park Punkleton had said? Glaishur wondered where that was. As late as it was, most other monsters were likely on their way to it. He followed one of the many groups from a distance, hoping not to seem suspicious. Narrowing his eye, he realized they all shared the same costume - the same he had on as well. A pack, so to speak.

They were a rowdy bunch, carrying multiple different buckets and bags of candy and making a lot of noise. There was a growing suspicion that they hadn't earned those treats themselves. They seemed to recognize each other solely by color, even referring to one another using code names to hide their identities. Glaishur got distracted, caught up in the possibilities of who these monsters were and what exactly they were doing - something about it simply grabbed his attention. He didn't realize he followed the group as far as he had.

"Hey, Blue, catch up," the red one yelled. Were they referring to Glaishur?

"Did we have a blue one before?" The monster in purple spoke.

"Yeah, duh."

The red monster clearly had no idea. Either way, Glaishur's curiosity got the better, and he picked up the pace. He felt rather sneaky, too. Maybe this is why Attmoz always got into trouble - it felt fun!

They seemed to be following another group; one made up of younger monsterlings. They trailed behind them into the park, though farther into the trees than the playground. Had Glaishur been here before? The monsterlings picked up speed, realizing they're being followed. The older monsters copied, cornering them to a line of tree. That strange feeling from before washed over the celestial once more, keeping him back.

"Hand it over, short stack!" One demanded, motioning to their basket of candy. They bravely refused, holding it close.

"We aren't going to ask again. Give it up."

Once more, they stood their ground. The older monsters, apart from Glaishur, moved closer. Suddenly, from the leaves above them, a monster fell to the ground. It held its own eyes in its hands, pulling at them and grossing out the attacking monsters. With them distracted, the monsterlings ran free.

"What the fuck is that? Kill it!"

"I'm not touching it! Get someone else to!"

Finally, one of the costumed kids kicked the strange being over, knocking off its stone mask and breaking it in half. Its eyes simply retracted into its head, though the monster itself covered its face and wailed. Either they were hurt or terrified - maybe both. Glaishur walked forward, pushing the others aside.

"Cool it, cool it!" He asked of them.

"Why do you sound like that? Who even are you?"

The red-flannel leader pulled Glaishur aside, grabbing at his mask. Before it moved above his eye, he sunk his teeth into the others hand. They yelped, pulling themselves free at the cost of a deep wound. Realizing that a fake had entered their group, the remaining masked monsters spun on their heels, leaving the cold monster alone with whoever had started the whole ordeal.

Glaishur's attention went from the fleeing teens to the small being before him. He was admittedly frightened by its odd ability but had come to believe it was attempting to protect the other monsters. Who were they?

"I'm sorry," he spoke softly, kneeling down to assure that he wasn't a threat. "I didn't mean t' scare ya. I'm not one of 'em, I was just followin' them 'cause.. actually, wait, that's kinda creepy. I don't know, really, I just got caught up in everythin' and.. are you ok?"

The smaller monster moved one of their hands aside to get a better look at who they were with. Its pupils were an unusual shape and color, a purple and orange fade that vaguely resembled a sunset. It was primarily covered in blue fur with a V-shaped marking on its chest, its limbs almost appearing as wood. They matched the creatures horns, which were decorated with patterns of waves and dots. How strange of a monster.

They were visibly uncomfortable, though it didn't seem to be caused by Glaishur. Their mask seemed to have provided some kind of comfort, and with it now broken in half, they seemed terrified at the idea of being seen.

"Oh.. ya got lil sticky-out teeth like I do!" Glaishur pointed out, revealing his face mindlessly. Somehow, this seemed to be one of the few monsters who didn't know of the celestials. His small grin quickly shifted, realizing how insensitive of a comment that may have been. Instead, the monster moved their hands down entirely, appearing to tie the similarities together in a positive light. Now assured of their safety, the monster stood up.

"Can ya speak?"

They weren't really up to that, making small chitters but no proper words. Glaishur understood them not really wanting to be verbal at the moment, knowing how they must feel. They looked over what remained of their stone mask. It was definitely broken, now in two halves that they held in either hand. Glaishur looked through the surroundings, making sure they were alone. He spotted a pillowcase full of candy - must have been dropped.

"Do ya mind if I see that for a moment?"

The monster handed the mask over. Glaishur dug around in the bag of treats, taking out a few hard candies and using the heat of his hands to melt them. Using the sticky syrup, he mashed the two halves together. The celestial finally traced the break of the mask with his finger, freezing it into one solid piece.

"That should hold up til ya get back home," he smiled, offering it. After putting it back on, the monster jumped from the ground and sat on Glaishur's shoulders, resting their arms and head on top of his hair. Looks like he has a parasite now.

"Oh! Do you wanna come with? I'm headin' to the party nearby to find a.. friend. We'll say friend."

That seems to be their plan. Glaishur put on his mask, lifting the bag of candy and starting his walk to the final destination of the night - now accompanied by a strange friend.

#fallen stars msm #my singing monsters #msm #fallen stars au #msm au #fanfiction #Spooktacle #mild spoilers in the tags so finish reading this part before continuing: #OK LOOK I LOVE KNURV. I COULD'NT *NOT* INCLUDE IT. #fics are for fun and fun only #I'll be serious later #also yes i know this chapter is stupid #but i needed to indulge so i did

[nariyuwu]

let me in ! 𖦹 — lee heeseung smau

1O — [kitties 🤣 bffr]

you were nervous, to say the least, you like heeseung but you dont want to make a bad impression, this was your first date with him — to you at least.

heeseung has been on edge, ever since you forgot about him, hes always overthinking, from how you're gonna fall out of love with him to seeing you married and have kids with anyone but him. it hurts, to him you were his world and nothing could ever change that—

ah, she's here

he saw you, you're so beautiful, just like the first time.

"hey, do you live nearby?" he saw you, standing alone in the snow with nothing but a flimsy coat.

"ah.. no, actually, im waiting for a friend" you nonchalantly said avoiding eye contact, assuming thats it just another random dude — a very handsome one at that, trying to ask for your number.

"what about you? why are you here?" you asked.

"im waiting for my sister, she asked me to stand here.." heeseung answered, his lips forming a warm smile, so warm that it could shield you from the cold night breeze.

"you must really love your sister, huh?" you said, looking up at him with the same smile "if you dont mind me asking.. whats your name?" you continue

"lee heeseung, whats yours?"

"its ln yn"

funny enough, his sister who's also your best friend was the person both of you were waiting for.

"i wanted to introduce her to you!!" joo pouts, stomping her feet to ease her frustrations.

he got out of his car, calling out to you as he open the door for you.

your face paints a light pink hue at the sight of him.

wow hes so pretty.

you quickly run over and get into the car, as soon as you get into the car, a sense of deja vu hits you, it's so familiar, but also so foreign.

soon the car started driving, it was silent. but the comfortable silence, it was so weird, everything about him was so nostalgic, his scent, his voice, his face. you're so confused, its like you have seen him somewhere, even his personality is so familiar to you, its like you have known him for so long—

"we're here." he spoke up, cutting short your train of thoughts.

maybe you dated him in your previous life?

you shrugged off the thought because it seemingly is illogical. opt to spend a good time with heeseung.

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[dreamcorechild]

Can I please have Your Au Karaku and his wife seduce me????????

Hold on.. You mean... MY OC!?!?! oh god okay then ahem oh boy... I wasn't expecting this to take a turn. Okay then....

Well. I got to make this anon proud.. Thats my main task. Making any requester's proud.. Making everyone proud.

Warning for any little ones and minor ones and those who doesn't like horny things Or weird things and tend to stay as innocent as possible. Also 18+ a bit I dont even know.

I beg of you to not read this and move on with your merrily way cause this may includes something.... Weird. and cringy.

This is your final warning, turn back now.

[This is an Au Or an Alternate Universe, It isn't cannon to the main manga or anime or anyones Au. It is only my headcannons to my au Hantengu clones :>]

*~*Workout session*~* [My Au Karaku x Oc x Fem!Reader]

TW: Love triangle. A lot of smut. The most smutty thing I done so far.

Not cannon but enjoy!

I'm gonna get hated my this

"Hey babe.." Uranishi smiled at him, Looking at his muscles like.. Damn. She got herself a body builder. She's such a lucky girl. Uranishi smiled widely, She's so proud of her man. After all, He takes care of His body. You know how she likes it..

"How's it going?" She asked, Looking hot in that black skin tight gym suit. She was doing some squats right now, As her ass was like a mountain.. Damn. You were Standing nearby, watching them with wide eyes. You were clearly admiring them. She’s wearing a cute, revealing outfit herself. Something about a fit man and woman really does it for you.

“Heyyy, babe…” You whispered, smiling. Your eyes are fixed on their asses. They look amazing.

Karaku turned his head, catching you staring. He smirked at you. He walked over to you, standing right behind you. Putting his hands on your waist. Their bodies were touching, it gave you goosebumps. He whispered something in your ear: "Why don't we stretch that ass of yours later on?" He gave you a tight hug and planted kisses all over your neck.

Uranishi continued to do her squats, She didn't notice her girlfriend was getting it on. She only noticed you were a bit quiet. And a bit red. "Huh? Babe, You alright? Is everything okay sweetheart?" Her eyes didn't even glance at her girlfriend, She's only focused on her man.

Karaku looks up, noticing Uranishi was talking. He was surprised how unbothered she was He stopped hugging you and faced his wife. "Hey beautiful, Sorry about that. Can't get enough of this cutie pie." He pointed at his girlfriend, giving you a thumbs up and winked. "Don't worry about her. She's just admiring our hard work."

You blushed heavily, feeling a little embarrassed they were caught. You were pretty shy, but you would do anything for them. “Heh, yea, you two are pretty impressive…” Y/N grins sheepishly, your eyes shifting around to look at every thing except for the two of them. “Sorry, I’m just a bit flustered..” You blushes again. you don’t care how many times you've seen it, you still gets shocked and flustered from the way they look.

Uranishi smiles and sighs heavily. She's used to this stuff. Karaku and his gf kissing in front of her. It was pretty common. But she didn't mind at all. In fact she found it.. A bit hot, Even so. She doesn't get jealous. She didn't mind her partner giving attention to her girl, Or even her getting involved in some action in front of her. That's just how happy their relationship is. "Awwh honey, Don't be shy~." She chuckled sweetly. "Just have fun."

you kept gazing at them. You were practically drooling. Your obviously very fond of them. Your eyes are fixated on their beautiful forms. “Mmmmmm…” You seems entranced, almost mesmerized. Your face gets redder and redder, but now you seemed to be having fun. Your almost in a daze as you watch them with stars in Your eyes. “W- what’s the workout of today?” You muttered, Your breath quickening and shallow. You were practically melting in front of them.

"We were about to do stretches darling, Would you like to join us~?" Uranishi asked. She has such a flirty nature. She likes to tease her girlfriend. That's just how she is, She's a flirtatious person. But she doesn't do it to hurt her. She only does it to make you more happy and excited. Her eyes looked at you, But didn't stare. "Maybe you can stretch with me~ Or we can stretch each other, We have all the time in the world after all." Uranishi smirked.

Karaku chuckled, putting his hands on his wife's hips, he pulled her towards him. "Come on, let's show this cutie pie how to stretch~" Karaku smirked at his girlfriend. He knew exactly what you wanted. Karaku is an expert at reading body language and desires. He could read it like a book. "But.. Let's start with you and me stretching first~"

She giggled a little and blushed. "Yes darling, Let's stretch together." "My, How bold of you.. But not going to lie, I love it.." Uranishi smirked at him, She doesn't mind. She's such a flirt, But she only does that to make her partner happy. So you can expect her to flirt a little. "I'm your wife.. After all, The only person who can touch you is your wife~ And your girlfriend!" She giggled.

Karaku looks at his girlfriend, and winked at you. He then turns around, wrapping his arms around his wife's waist. His muscular back pressed against her. He smirked devilishly. "Don't be shy my little pie. This is just a simple stretch. But I know you want something more intense than just stretching~" He leans into her ear, breathing heavily. "But… I'll keep that as a surprise for tonight~"

You could barely contain yourself. You were giggling and blushing like crazy from all the attention. Karaku’s body is incredible. It’s like he was sculpted to perfection. You blushed even more. Karaku is such a tease and you fell for it every time. You really want nothing more than to just go further with them at the moment. Your breath quickens, your face grows redder. “S-Stretching for now sounds good! Heh.. M-maybe we could all stretch together?” You giggled nervously.

Uranishi was giggling softly, And she was pretty turned on at the moment. The way Karaku rubbed against her back. His muscular and toned back. She was getting weak in the knees.. Her body is aching, Yearning for more.. But she knows, Her girlfriend was there.. This had to be put on hold. She smiled at you. "You can join us darling! The more, The merrier!" She said with her flirty smirk. She's such a flirt.

You blushed even more. Uranishi’s words sent you over the edge. You lets out a little whimper as You body aches for them as well. The feeling was almost too much, but you loved it. It kept you going. You were so excited for the stretching session. Maybe you would finally get to see, and even participate. The thought was enough to drive anyone wild. “Yes please…” You spoke, not being able to contain the excitement in yout voice.

Karaku smirked at you and winked. "I bet you are excited. But we have to stretch first. Otherwise you'll be too tight for our session tonight~" As Karaku got in position and prepared for a simple stretch, he grabbed your wrist and placed it on the wall beside him. His wife already stood in position. "I think this will do for a simple little stretch" He said, winking seductively.

You shivered from the mere thought of their session later on. You had to stretch as much as possible now, but it felt like Your muscles were about to pop. You had to keep her body as tight as possible for their next move. You were so used to stretching by now, but even the way Karaku stretches turned you on… You placed Your hands on the wall and leaned back to try and stretch your hips. “Mmm.. Yes that’s perfect…” you said, barely being able to breathe from all the anticipation.

Karaku put his hand on your lower back, pushing your hips a little more forward. This would bring you more deeper into the stretch. He leaned closer to your ear, whispering to you. "I know you're struggling~ but don't worry, I'll take care you. I know your hips are tight~ but after we're done with this you'll feel much more… loose.." He smirked wickedly, breathing heavily. His wife seemed to enjoy watching you struggling and being at his mercy.

Uranishi smiled at you, And giggled at the fact they were stretching while being close to each other. She doesn't mind, She thinks it's kinda… Hot that they're touching each other. She can't wait to see what her husband can do. "Darling.. Don't be too rough on our cutie pie." She smirked seductively, She's such a tease. She's having fun seeing you get all riled up. "Don't make her hips too loose~ She's going to be a pain in the ass.. Literally~"

"Oooh, now you're being bad, babe~" Karaku smirked at Uranishi. "I'll be as rough as I please. And I like pain in my ass, it gets me going~" He winked at her. He knew she wanted them just as much as he did. His wife's cute giggle was the perfect icing on the cake. "Your little girlfriend might scream with pleasure~"

You squealed a little bit. Your back is bent almost impossibly. Your breathing is rapid and shallow. Your skin is almost red and your legs are shaking from the constant tension on them. “Ohhhh myyy goddd.. M-more please~” You tried to get the words out. Your voice is shaking and You spoke in a breathy whisper. You know what he’s doing and Your having the best time in the world.

"Ohhh..~ Oh you cutie pie." Uranishi chuckled, She smirked. She got a really good look at her girlfriend's body being so stretched. It looked amazing. She liked that view. She looked at you with her red crimson eyes. "Oh, Maybe I'll join on the action tonight..~" Uranishi giggled. She'll definitely join in tonight.. If she likes what she sees, Maybe their plaything could stretch out a little more..

“O-oh yes pleaaaseee..” You gasp, Your voice weak from holding back moaning for so long. you were about to explode with feelings of pleasure. You loved the feel of the stretching. Feeling their strong hands pushing you deep into that delicious stretch. You felt like you had been transported to a different dimension. Just the feeling of Your skin being at its limit was enough to drive anyone insane

“D-don’t stop, this feels sooo goood~” You mumbled, your voice strained.

Karaku put his hands on your thighs. He held them tight as he kept your hips pushed forward in the stretch. He looked at you, with a mischievous grin on his face. "Feeling good? You're on the edge?" He whispered. He liked you being like this. It was fun to watch you go over your limits for them. "I know what you could do~ It might feel good, trust me~" He smirked, as he started rubbing your thighs. His finger nails gently caressing your skin.

"Darling, I hope you don't mind me joining in on the fun~" She smiled seductively as she pressed her breasts on your back. She was giving you a back rub, She loves how cute you were when you get all flustered. She'll never be mad at seeing that face her girlfriend likes to make. It's beautiful and sexy in her eyes. She giggled softly, Laying her head on your shoulder. She felt amazing and content, Looking at her husband from that angle and watching his fingers caress your thigh.

"You don't mind do you, wifey~? I'm just making our plaything suffer just a little bit more~" He chuckled, rubbing your thighs even faster. His wife smiled, not minding at all. She liked seeing his girlfriend suffer, she even enjoyed it. She liked everything they were doing. "Oh yeah..~" Karaku whispered in your ear "I bet it hurts to be in this stretch~ I bet your thighs are burning too~"

Your face was extremely red. You breathed heavily, gasping for air like you had just been drowned. Your body ached for them. Your legs and hips were quivering from feeling so weak as they were pushed even further into the stretch. You were at a complete loss of words and could barely manage to get even a syllable out. “Y-yes… It hurts so much b-but I w-want it… M-make it hurt more… P-please..!” You whimpered pathetically.

"I love it when you beg for us~ Your tears of pain are my pleasure~" Karaku smirked, pushing you into the stretch even more. He was slowly and carefully rubbing your thighs now. It was obvious you were struggling to breathe. He smirked at his wife "She's just about ready don't you think, wifey~?" He rubbed your thighs even harder now, your legs were about to rip apart the stretch was so far. It hurt so bad. It was pure torture.

"Hmm? Oh, I suppose she's ready" Uranishi smirked, She was enjoying seeing their girlfriend's struggle. But that's not the only thing she was enjoying.. The way her Husband was touching their girlfriend's thigh was… Hot. "I'll do my part then…" She got up, Kissing Your sweaty neck. "Let's see if she can handle me touching her…" She smirked. Their girl was at her limit, She was going to have fun with her.

The feeling of Uranishi’s lips on your neck sent you into overdrive. Your hips kept rocking forwards and backwards, pressing even deeper into the stretch while you whimpers and winces. Karaku rubbing your hips even faster didn’t help at all. your legs were like jelly at this point and the pleasure you felt was absolutely amazing. Even at your limit, they still made you feel like you could go farther and farther. “Oooooh! Y-yes! D-don’t stoppp!”

Karaku smiled smugly as he saw their girlfriend's reaction to Uranishi. The touch of his wife's lips on her neck was too much for her. He could feel her legs weakening. He was starting to feel her shake heavily. His grip, however, was strong as always. "Ooh~ So you do like wifey's touch on you?" Karaku smirked, rubbing your thighs even faster "I'm sure your hips are loving it~"

Uranishi gently grabbed your hand and placed it on her breast. She didn't mind Karaku's touch, But it'll feel even better when two of them touch her boyfriend's plaything. She smirked, Looking at Karaku. "I'm sure you'd enjoy this, Now come.. Let's all rub her hips together." She whispered to Karaku, Her fingers traced her girlfriend's thighs.

Karaku grinned at his wife

"Oh yes, this is even better now! Lets all enjoy her together~" Karaku placed his other on his girlfriends thigh, rubbing your thighs at a faster pace. He loved the feeling of watching his wife's fingers trace along her girlfriend's thigh. He couldn't help but enjoy the moment. These two seemed to be perfect for each other. "Feels good on your hips, doesn't it? ~" Karaku smirked at you. This was too much pleasure.

Your breathing turned even more rapid. you were shaking uncontrollably. This was absolute torture. The feeling of Karaku’s fingers rubbing your hips and Uranishi’s touching your breasts drove you insane. you just wanted more. They were slowly turning you into their perfect plaything. you were a complete and total slave at this point and you loved it. “Y-yeeeesss!! M-more please! I-it feels so good but I-I c-can go f-f-further!" you whimpered, Your voice cracking.

"Oh you can go further.. Way further. But we're going to make you suffer for a little while more~" Karaku smirked and rubbed your thighs even faster. Uranishi kept rubbing her girlfriend's breasts. Her fingers were getting more and more daring as they teased the girl. "Isn't this what you want honey? You wanted to suffer for us, did you not?" Karaku chuckled. They would play with her mind. They wouldn't give her the *ultimate pleasure, Not yet..

You were in a daze, it seemed like your mind had been shattered by the amount of pleasure they were unleashing. You didn’t notice Uranishi’s shirt coming off, but you felt her fingers exploring your body. You felt your breath go short, Your heart started racing faster, and Your mind was going blank. “O-oh my god…. Y-you’re… A-AHHHHH!!! Yes pleaseee…” You let out a loud moan, You whole body shaking violently. They were driving you over the edge and you loved every second of it.

Karaku felt your entire body shaking. He loved it. It really made him feel better about himself. Her reaction was everything he wanted. Now he had to give you a little more pleasure. "That's right, honey.. Let loose. You asked for this after all~" He rubbed your hips even faster. His wife was now starting to undress as well. "You want to see us, right hun~?" He asked their girlfriend.

"Hmm, I wonder if she's going to last this~" She smirked, her hands now started moving more on her girlfriend's thighs. She got turned on more and more every second. She took her shirt off as well, She's in a tank top right now. Uranishi's thighs were rubbing against the girlfriend. "Don't stop darling, Keep rubbing her~" She told Karaku to not stop rubbing their girlfriend's hips, As she was going to tease her a little bit more.

You was already at your limit. You were sweating and trembling. Karaku and Uranishi were slowly making you lose your mind. They were just rubbing you so damn good. “Ohh g-gosh pleassseee don’t s-stop! I-it feels… SO GOOD” you whined, your heart was beating out of your chest. There’s no way you could take anymore pleasure. You were already getting overstimulated.

Uranishi smirked, She slowly took off her tank top as well.

"Oh you're already going over the edge, You're so sensitive~" She chuckled, Her fingers traced their girlfriend's thighs slowly. "Karaku.. Your wifey is getting quite daring~" She said in a sexy accent. Uranishi moved her hand from her girlfriend's hips to her crotch. "Hmm, I wonder what would happen if I touch you here?"

Karaku looked at the situation. His wife was touching their girlfriend's thighs gently, teasing her. He was about to show his girlfriend one of the ultimate pleasures. His fingers were slowing down but not stopping

"Ooh~ your wifey and I could do something more for you~" Karaku smirked, moving his finger tips over to you, closer to a certain sensitive spot. "Do you like what we're doing to you, Hun~" He winked at you.

The tension was building in your body. It seemed like even having a little bit of pressure on that spot was setting you off. You could only think about them giving you that forbidden pleasure. It was like Your body was just dying to get it. Your whole body was shaking. The combination of Uranishi’s soft touch and Karaku’s fingers going closer and closer to Your most private part just drove you up the wall and into madness. "Yessss pleaseee~ Just a little bit more~ Just a little bit more~" You begged, Your heart pounding.

"Hmm, Do you want us to pleasure that little and sensitive spot of yours.. Hun~" Her hand gently slid up Your thigh. It made their girlfriend feel so much more excited. Uranishi didn't realize how sensitive it was, She loved the feeling of her girlfriend's body trembling from their touch. Her hand ran their fingers along the girl's sensitive spot "Is it okay if I touch it, Hun~" She smirked, She didn't mind Karaku touching you as well.

You whined with excitement as Uranishi's fingers got closer and closer to that sensitive spot. It seemed like your every nerve was lighting up and begging yout brain to just let you feel that pleasure. You kept pushing up your hips into their hands, wanting more more more. You wanted to taste that feeling once again. Your moaning got louder and louder as Your legs shook. It was just too good of a feeling to take. "Yes pleaseee~" You begged frantically.

Karaku smirked and got up closer to their Your hips. His fingers gently caressed your sensitive spot a few times, giving you a little bit more pleasure. You were shaking violently in their grip. You felt great. He looked at his wife with a sly smile. "Feeling good, huh~? Do you like this~?" He whispered, his fingers rubbing your sensitive spot slower now. You was already close to reaching your limit.

You let out a loud groan as Karaku played with you. He knew exactly how far he could push you. The sensitive spot was extremely sensitive and he was rubbing it just slow enough to keep you begging. “Ohhhhh yes!!! It’s perfect!!! P-please don’t stop~” You were completely losing Your mind, but nothing could stop You now. You were too invested in that feeling to back out. Karaku and Uranishi were the only ones in control now.

HERE YOU GO ANON!! I HOPE YOUR HAPPY THAT I HAD TO SACRIFICE MY OWN OC FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT! NOW IF YOU EXCUSE ME. ILL BE OPENING MY MAILBOX AND PUNCHING IT :D

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[abodyfarm]

i dont know if you wanted a genuine answer to the what the fuck do we do question but i wanted to respond bc you brought up some good points

protesting and mutual aid hasnt overthrown the government yes but theyre something we should keep doing, keep doing better and keep doing more of. building community support is so important if/when things go completely to shit. a support system when the government is either actively hostile towards the people or indifferent to people’s needs is essential. the gov is hostile to certain people already (homeless people, poc, indigenous people, queer folks etc) and these things help even when they dont seem like theyre doing much! theyre keeping people alive one more day and that is an accomplishment in a society that wants to extinguish people

you said you cant really do anything while being 16 but thats not true at all. institutions want everyone particularly children teens and other oppressed people to feel powerless and be helpless so they can keep doing what theyre doing but now is the time to learn skills, learn anything that can help you down the road — survival skills, gardening, medical skills like first aid, self defense, how to protest, community building skills. get other people your age involved if they want and invite ur friends to learn and do things that point the world in a direction you’d like. learn your community and local outdoor environment, they can teach you a ton about your surroundings. making connections is very crucial bc it breaks down the illusion of each person as an island separate from everyone else.

is there any local group, club, event or workshop you can become a part of? join that! tbh what ive found out is that revolution isnt always tearing things down. sometimes its planting a garden. sometimes its giving your hungry friends food. sometimes its sitting at the library and reading. sometimes its protesting inside capital buildings, sometimes its marching, sometimes its riots. its always about looking out for each other and thats something anyone can start doing!

i didnt expect to open my inbox to something actually like helpful lol tysm for writing all this :) i kinda just wrote all those tags cuz ive been in a weird frustrated mood today and just lately in general over everything ive been seeing in/realizing about the world and sometimes i feel like people seem to brush this kind of work aside as something that cant help to make the world a better place (mutual aid, protesting, helping ur local community etc) and it kinda frustrates me cuz trying to do much more than that with the currest state of the world isnt really all that attainable/sustainable yk what i mean ?

the things you brought up here were things i kinda already had in mind that people need to start appreciating more (especially in online leftist spaces, at least from what ive seen of them) and i was moreso criticizing the lack of insight(?) - and in a way, empathy - that people seem to have with those who arent able to really take direct action for things they believe in/want to change for the better, if that makes any sense

also sadly no i kinda live in a secluded area from like nearby cities/public spaces (aside from my school of course lol) that would host those kinds of things and i kinda get the feeling that my Very Centrist Parents wouldnt rlly like me getting into that sort of thing lol (or having to provide transportation for me to Get to those places physically)

but (this is the part where i break the forth wall and talk to The Followers) i do recommend and encourage this sort of thing to anyone in a similar situation where they feel like they have no agency to help or contribute to causes they believe in :) YOU CAN CREATE CHANGE!! it is possible for things to get better!

#sorry if i sound like an asshole at any point during this i kinda only realized towards the end that i was writing an essay lmao #but !!!!!! this person made a lot of great points and i recommend all of these things to other young leftists out there #and stuff like that #tills ask box

[notagenteklabtech]

"Death of a Lab Tech" or "Labbie's first day as a virus could have gone better"

OOC: I wanted to try writing out what the attack on the lab looked like from not-yet-Labbie's perspective. It turned out... confusing. Also tumblr ate the formatting, so I'll try to fix that... Anyway! IC gore and whatnot below the cut!

August 31: Someone in the collection team complained about a bad smell, and now Blackw our escort is making us return to the lab early.

September 2: The older labtech who's been wearing his biohazard suit since last Sample Day is now refusing to take his mask off.

September 4: Cross and Alex are fighting a Hydra nearby. I think can hear it screaming through the walls.

September 4: I can hear inside you. Are you warm inside? You sound warm.

September 4: I saw you.

The lab tech reads the messages they've exchanged with others.

They don't remember sending all of them.

Some are not directed at anyone. There are no responses to them. No notes from others reacting to them. Just red text.

Behind them, one of the other lab techs groans. Someone coughs wetly. Breath hisses through air filter masks.

Their own mask is uncomfortably hot, and their skin itches where it digs into their face.

Their whole body feels like it's on fire. Feverish. Melting in their sealed, blue rubber biohazard jumpsuit.

They're infected. All of them are.

They knew dying like this was a possiblity (an inevitably), but…

No. No no no nonononono

They aren't infected. They can't be. They were careful. They wore gloves, even when others ignored Dr. Mercer's orders.

It wasn't enough exposure. I was wearing gloves

Their gloves are sticky.

…They're tired. Denial won't change what is happening.

They ignore how they shouldn't be able to type on their phone with gloves on.

What a pathetic last message from a dying nobody.

Sept 5: …My ID number is 84-112-T.

I gratuated from the University of Toronto, Canada. I have published two papers on the potential uses of retroviral therapy.

I moved to the US and worked for Gentek for six years, three of which were under Dr. Alexander Mercer as a lab tech on Project Blacklight.

I am infected, and probably dying.

…I can't remember anything else about myself. How sad is that?

They try. For the awful man they used to respect. For the people they don't remember or care about. For science, that killed them.

The screen of their phone lights up - a response from Dr. Mercer - the light shining through the blood smeared across glowing it pink-orange:

"Labbie, do this for me if you do nothing else for anyone for the rest of your short life. Can you keep posting every thought, feeling, craving, impulse, and body sensation that you have, in as meticulous of detail as you possibly can, for as long as you retain consciousness? For science. For me. For you loved ones. For humanity. Etc.

Another flash of light - a message from Cross - pink-red-orange. They can't tell what it says.

Another flash. A message from Alex - pink-red-red-red- incomprehensible.

Another message from Dr. Mercer, something that cuts through the fog of their overheating brain: "Permission obtained."

Something behind them shuffles forward, rubber feet dragging. Something else growls.

Their fingers type without thought.

The lab is under Fort Washington. There is a Blackwatch encampment in Bennet Park, disguising the entrance.

They - plural they, not quite singular - can hear the soldiers outside the lab becoming restless.

The backs of their eyes itch. They can feel the virus eating through their brain.

Dr. Alexander Mercer is invited to the party.

I'm not dead yet. I'm not. I'm not I'm not I'm not-

A message from Alex: "when you hear screaming and gunshots that means im here dont bite me or i will bite you back"

We will not bite you. See you soon. :)

The others are getting restless. Angry. Hungry.

They understand, but…

But Alex is nice. Cross is good. Dr. Mercer is -

A reply from Dr. Mercer: "Dr. Alexander Mercer is busy and has plans."

Their fingers type without their input: The party will come to Dr. Mercer. :)

They feel it when Alex and Cross arrive. An overwhelming feeling of family.

Cross? Cross Cross Cross Cross! Brother? Uncle? hi. see you soon.

There is a Hunter outside the lab. It is not one of them. It is an outsider.Redlight. An enemy. They release the Bloodtox to weaken it.

They are immune to Bloodtox. Their skin is rubber, impermeable, filtered, contained.

Alex is not immune to Bloodtox.

They - singular they - are horrified.

Sorry for not warning you. forgot. our suits do not let the bloodtox in.

A message from Dr. Mercer: "This is so lame. In my universe, the virus just kills you. Y'know, like it's supposed to."

They-we-us-I- The lab tech does not understand why they are not dead, either. Their memories are foggy. Confused.

It doesn't feel friendly now. The others - lab techs, scientists, researchers, fellow victims, infected monsters - are going to attack their family.

We handled the virus with bare hands, sometimes.

…no. Not we. Dr. Dr. Something. She handled the virus when you were in meetings. It responded well to touch. It didn't try to eat us-me. It was friendly. Curious.

They can feel it like another voice in their own head. "Kill them. Kill the runt, the bastard, the child."

There is a shift, a knotted string in their chest going slack, and suddenly the lab tech is armed. Thin, silvery swords take the place of their forearms, melting into the blue of their elbows in a writhing mess of red and black biomass.

They aren't just infected; they are infected with Blacklight.

Are the Blackwatch dead? I can't hear them. No. No, it's too loud in here. I. We.

One of the Redlight infected researchers runs at them, and the lab tech cuts them open from hip to shoulder. It falls dead at their rubber booted feet, guts unspooling on the floor. They knew this thing, this no-longer-human mess of blood and gore, once.

They no longer remember them. They no longer remember themself.

Something inside them says "Consume."

Another scientist runs at them, fingers curled like claws, screaming. The lab tech bisects them - sword arms stabbed into their belly and ripped outwards in a spray of red - and then turns to the other two dozen pairs of eyes staring blankly at them.

The virus lab tech is so hungry.

The hateful voice screams orders in the back of their head. The infected - the Walkers - scream in response.

The lab tech rushes the group before they can be mobbed. They have two swords for arms, they have thicker skin, they want to survive long enough to meet their family.

Consuming the resulting corpses is… different. Unpleasant, despite how right it feels. But with every body pulled by hungry tendrils into their body, their mind clears a little more.

There are zero Walkers in Materials storage. They were too loud.

The rest is a blur. There are still things to be done - no time to meet their new-familiar family.

They ignore how easy it is to type with their tendrils, how their arms are stuck as swords, how they can taste the blood of their former co-workers through their boots, how Alex screams until he's been through the decontamination showers and cleaned of Bloodtox, how Cross watches them susiciously despite the cautious tendril of maybe family? that reaches out through the hivemind to them, how Dr. Mercer is blowing up their phone with his bitching.

It's enough, for now, that the lab tech is leaving the lab they expected to be their grave.

#ooc: (I am not a good writer but I needed to do something to pass the time while stuck in the bathroom being sick) #ooc: (Labbie looks back through their notes to try to figure out who they used to be. it does not help.) #ooc: delicious meta data #ooc: (short fiction) #tw: gore #prototype 2009

[what-the--curtains]

There Are No Wolves In the Desert

Part 4: A Story In the Sand

(Oberyn Martell x f!reader)

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Summary: Following Ariannes' journal like a map, you and Oberyn trek deep into the desert. What you find out in the sand is unexpected, though entirely unsurprising. As you return to the palace feelings come to fruition, ones you though impossible to feel again. Would they be enough to deter you from a dangerous quest laid before you. One that offered a road to redemption.

Authors Notes: A long awaited return to this fic and the GOT universe! Anyone still here? Let me know if you dont want to be tagged anymore!

TW: Sex (mentioned not depicted), Blood, Violence, Burning, Kidnapping, Dead bodies

Word Count: 6.3k

Tagged: @evyiione, @xsadderdazeforeverx, @agingerindenial, @ayamenimthiriel

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The red hues of the rising sun paint the outside of the wooden stables you walk towards.  The smell of straw and manure fills your nostrils as you enter through its immaculate doors, the shade of the structure cooling you off as you take note of Oberyn. He had for-gone his typical golden hued robes for armour not too dissimilar from yours. A single horse standing in the cross ties. 

“Can you ride?” he questions, hand smoothing the colourful fabric over the creature's back. 

“I can ride my prince,” you say, “what?” you question noting the bemused expression on his face

“Nothing, nothing at all,” he replies, as you spread a map out onto a nearby crate, opening Arianne’s journal

“Your daughter handed me this yesterday,” you say, ignoring the sudden heat rushing over your body as Oberyn comes to look over your shoulder. 

“What is that?” he asks

“Ariannes journal,” you reply. 

“They must have broken into her chambers to get it,” he murmurs

“Broken in?” you question head turning back to him, causing him to return to his full height. 

“She was under strict watch until, well now. What do the pages say?” Oberyn probes.

“She’d been planning on leaving for some time, though she doesn't go into detail as to why. I assume it's due to being locked up like a common prisoner. She convinced those that brought her food and guarded her to help her escape,” you say. “My brother feared she would be murdered after our sisters death, so he kept her under close watch, ” Oberyn admits

“He made her a prisoner, in her own home,” you spit 

“I did not say his reasons were valid,” he remarks, watching you eye him. “By the looks of it she was planning on heading to Norvos,” you state, making a mark on the large map. “which means if she's as smart as her entries would have me believe, they would have taken the longer cut through the desert, to avoid any bandit groups, or watchguards,” you continue, tracing the route down on the map, “do you know the surrounding terrain well?” 

“Yes it’s flat sand mainly, a few rock forests, some dunes. The heat is the main concern, or perhaps the lack of water, and the scorpions of course,” he lists, unphased.  

“It's about a day's journey, so we will have to make camp at night, though I am more than capable of going alone, if you are needed here,” you say, turning to face him, giving him an out, assuming he preferred the comforts of the palace. 

“I am needed to find my niece,” he assures you dutiful to his role as ever.

“Then we should depart as soon as we can” you say, as the stable boy reappears with another horse for you. It nudges its long nose into your back, pushing you forward slightly Oberyn's hand stopping you from hitting into his body.  You turn, a smile spreading across your face as you chuckle in disbelief.

“rytsas uēpa raqiros” *Hello old friend*  you whisper, resting your head against its snout. 

“Seems you know one another, ” Oberyn says. 

“I sold this horse three years ago to one of your palace guards,” you chuckle as it nudges into your face “or did you know that already?” you ask, looking back to him.

“I may be good, but I'm not that good,” he admits “ it seems destiny has brought you here after all.”

“Destiny or fate?” you question

“Does it make a difference?”

“All the difference in the world,” you say stroking the creature's long nose, its large eyes blinking at you, ears relaxed.

“She reminds me of you,” Oberyn states.

“Is it the hair,” you remark and he laughs, caught off guard by the joke.

“Perhaps, do you need a saddle?”

“I can make do without one,” you say, hoisting yourself up onto the back of your horse before following Oberyn out the gates into the Dornish wilderness.

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“I wasn't aware they spoke High Valyrian in the north, nor that the schools taught it,” Oberyn states, turning around on his horse to face you. His eyes sparkled in the sun, the hint of playfulness dancing on his face as he began to engage you in conversation. 

“gaomis daor” *they do not*  you say smiling at the look on Oberyn's face as he tries to parse out the language from the multitude of others he had learnt as a child. Perhaps he should have paid closer attention to his studies. 

“You don't speak it?” You ask, surprised considering his accolades. “Not as well as I should and not since my school days,” he admits, immediately regretting his decision when a wicked grin crosses your face.. “kostilus lo ēdā pikībagon tolī pār ēdā ēdas qogror ao'd gīmigon skoros vestran” *perhaps if you had read more, then you'd know what I was saying* you laugh, causing Oberyn to grumble before turning back ahead. You kick into a canter, pulling up beside him to continue your provocation. “kostilus nyke kessa ánghowa ao isse Valyrīha pār”  *perhaps I will insult you in Valyrian then*

“I do know a few words,  sīr urnēbagon aōha ēngos,” *so watch your tongue* he shoots back clumsily  causing you to chuckle slightly watching his jaw clench eyes looking at you, almost annoyed. Seeing the look on his face you break off into a canter and he follows suite. 

The two of you ride in relative silence until the sky sinks into a deep indigo, the black of night creeping up threatening to expose the stars. 

“Shall we make camp here?” he questions and you halt your horse, hopping down to assess the area. You push on the few standing trees, sturdy enough to tie the horses too for the night. The area was open, exposed, but so was everywhere in the desert. You roll a dead log over and a scorpion scurries out. You stab it with your knife. 

“Should do for the night, though we should keep watch just in case,” you say gazing up at him as he dismounts. Opening the side satchel and retrieving your provisions for the next day and a half. You break off a portion of the deadwood pairing it with the desert grass as kindling, blowing on the ember until it turns to flame. While Dorne remained hot throughout the year, its winter months were marked by cold nights, the desert retaining little heat and temperatures becoming frigid. 

You shuffle through the bag you had packed pulling out a long rope wrapping it around the camp area.

“Afraid of snakes my lady?” Oberyn queries, a laugh dancing on his lips. 

“Only the venomous ones,” you retort as you lay the rope flat, ends overlapping. “What about vipers?” he asks, prodding the fire causing the flames to flicker, the sparks beginning to burn bright as night falls. 

“Gentler than I initially thought, still deadly, always lying in wait. If pushed their prey doesn't stand a chance. I do hope I have no reason to fear a viper attack,” you respond as you drag the remaining driftwood into the circle huffing as you let it drop, slightly displeased that Oberyn had taken the optimal resting spot beneath the two trees. You drop to the sand propping yourself up, chest heaving. You shoot him a glare for not helping you as he throws you half a loaf of bread and some cured meats the palace chefs had prepared. 

“You have no reason to fear me, though that glare has me fearing for myself,” he chuckles, tearing off a piece of the dried meat with his teeth. Your glare softens, something about the Prince often managing to lessen your frustration. 

‘I wasn’t sure you’d be able to sleep outside your usual comforts,” you say, chewing on the salted meat, eyes looking just above his head. 

“I attended a brothel before I left. Such pleasures make trips such as these much more… bearable,” he admits, tearing off a corner of the bread and popping it in his mouth.

“Especially when the return promises a warm bed and warm hole to bury yourself in,” you state. Oberyn chokes on a piece of bread coughing it up before breaking into a deep laugh. 

“Did you parents ever teach you proper manners, or is it true the northerners are as brutish as the rumours claim,” he ponders gleefully, wiping his lower lip slowly with his thumb, eyes still on you. 

“My apologies, must be easier for you to have a man or woman to bury yourself into at the end of such a displeasing trip with such unsatisfying company my prince,” you offer, smiling sarcastically at him.

“Perhaps I'll have to do something about that tongue of yours discipline you, seeing as no one else had bothered,” he remarks, eyes darker, slightly more dangerous than before. You squeeze your thighs together shifting your weight slightly, his words sending a sensation through you.

“Or you could save time and have me hung,” you offer, trying to direct your attention away from the heat pooling at your core.

“That would save me hours, but it wouldn’t be nearly as much fun,” he confesses, beginning to grow bolder as he watches your positive reactions to his words. 

“This is all very improper,” you say stoically, “you are a prince after all, you should know better than to speak to your subjects in such an adulterous manner,” you prod, 

“Princes are well known for disciplining those who speak out of turn,” he says

“All princes or just those who sleep with half of Westeros?” you chide

“You say that as if it is an insult, your puritanical Westeros beliefs would lead you to see me as a walking sin,” he states, head thrown back in a building laughter.

“Aren’t you though?”

“I see something I want and if they want me I take them, there is nothing wrong there,”

“Your daughter seems to think, you only invited me back  to the safety of your home based on my appearance” you state, keen to find out if he merely saw you as another pretty thing to have. 

“And what if that was true,” he queries

“Then you're not the man I hoped you were. To show kindness to someone solely because of there face,” you scoff, shaking your head

“Perhaps you have mistaken me then, though I would have allowed anyone to stay safely in the walls if needed, besides I find beauty in all the sun shines down on,” he says, confused as to what he had said to upset you, you were beautiful he’d be foolish not to pursue you. 

“I'll take the first watch,” you say, tiring of the conversation at hand. 

“I…” Oberyn begins, but you cut him off.

“I insist, you are a prince after all and I am but a humble subject, my duty is to watch out for you,” you state, he raises eyebrows before leaning back against the tree crossing his arms over his chest and falling asleep. 

The moon was bright tonight and it's cool tones paired with the fire’s warm hues illuminated the prince in a magnificent way. You study his handsome features as you try to unpack the feelings that had been clawing their way out of the cage you had built around your heart. You pull Robbs knife out  holding it up hoping for some kind of divine sign you suppose, but nothing comes.  You loved Robb, you thought of him every day and every day you hoped that he’d return, or that you’d wake up and he would be next to you, all of this nothing more than a bad dream.  But you knew such thoughts were foolish, Robb was dead, he wasn’t coming back to you, at least not in this life. Your eyes rise once again to Oberyn. You watch his chest rise and fall, longing to feel his arms wrap around you, but this thought was equally as foolish. His flirtatious nature towards you was obvious, but it was the same with everyone. As he said, he finds beauty in all the sun shines down on and those he finds beautiful he brings to his chambers. You weren’t willing to abandon your husband for a brief moment of fleeting passion. Besides you were sure he’d be bored of you when the morning came. Your future held no such luxury of finding peace with another. No, any hopes of that died long ago.  You lean back against the log waiting for the sun to rise, problems always seemingly less heavy in the warm glow of the morning.  The sun begins to creep over the horizon, the fire only embers now. You throw sand over it snuffing it out before lightly kicking Oberyn's boot. He opens one eye first, displeased as the being awoken as such much preferring waking in the arms of two or three, or four lovers, though he would have happily settled for a single individual had they asked. He looks up to see you illuminated by the sun, a golden aura radiating around you. 

“Why didn't you wake me sooner” he asks, both eyes now open and alert to the fact you had let him sleep through the night. “Wasn't tired, besides you're much more agreeable when you're asleep,” you joke, smirking down at him. “You’re more agreeable when I'm asleep as well,” he retorts, causing you to chuckle

“Not far now my prince,” you say, reaching your hand out and pulling him up.

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The sun radiates off the desert sand, a stark contrast from the cold of the night. You’re sweating heavily when you bring your horse to a halt,  Oberyn mimicking your behaviour watching as you dismounted into what appeared to be yet another expanse of the desert. You kneel down on the sand wincing at the pull of an old injury.  The surface is hot to touch. You run your fingers through the first few layers, it's cool beneath. Noticing a small dip in the ground you crawl ahead a few inches. You scoop up the sand bringing it to your nose, the smell of copper fills your nostrils, you dig a little deeper. The sand now clumped together. Liquid had been spilt here, but there had been no rain for at least a fortnight. This, this was blood.  You stand up scanning for other dips in the ground, potential burials, any weapons, a trail of blood, but there's nothing but the small indentation where you stood. 

“How old is Arianne?” you ask 

“10 and 6” Oberyn responds, still mounted on his horse staring down at you doubtfully. 

“Is she a slight girl?” you continue to question. 

“Average sized,”

“Less than a large footsoldier though?” you ask, beginning to get frustrated with his refusal to directly answer your question.

‘Yes,” Oberyn answers, brow creased as the sun hits his eyes. Too much blood for a girl her age. A shimmer catches the corner of your eye and you bend down retrieving a reflective arrow tip. Only then do you notice the trails, likely left by footprints, evidence of hand to hand combat. 

“There was a fight, it began here, but it's not where it ended, how many men were with her?” you ask

“Three,” he says, watching you staring in the distance  towards a large dune “what do you see?” he queries, increasingly interested in the inner workings of your mind. 

“Carrion,” you say walking back towards him. 

“Vultures?” 

“Could be a dead animal, could be human,” you say swinging yourself back up onto your horse and trotting towards the birds which scatter upon your arrival. The dune covered a deep windswept valley, large rock formations created by high speed winds decorating the basin. 

The maze stretches a few hundred miles, as you begin to descend your foot kicks something heavy, causing you to curse the gods loudly just as Oberyn arrives by your side. Before he can ask if you’re injured you’re on your knees digging at the area, pulling out a metal shoulder piece 

 “One of yours?” you ask

“ That is our sigil”  he says, watching your nose scrunch in disgust.

“Do you smell that?” you ask.

“What?” he asks

“Death,” you say, his face hardens as you continue down the dune, following your nose through the rock formations. Oberyn follows you curiously through the naturally formed maze. He sees you standing, and his eyes follow your line of sight up until he sees what has stopped you. Three bodies slowly decomposing in the heat, skin pecked at by scavengers, a large pile of ash beneath them.

“Must have been her carriage,” you say crouching down, most of the pile had blown away only the heavier fragments left, a few large pieces of wood and metal, you brush it away, revealing a locket among the ash. You pick it up dusting it off before offering the locket to Oberyn. You watch his knuckles turn white clutching at the chain. He’d given this to Arianne for her birthday. 

“Is she,” Oberyn hisses, an anger radiating through his body.

“No. There's no sign of a burnt body, ” you reassure and he exhales,

“These men they did not deserve this death even if they plotted against the crown princes wishes,”

“I can lead a party out, another day make sure they are returned to their families  and buried properly.” “Thank you,” Oberyn says.. 

“This was an ambush,” You assure, it was carefully planned out, but how could they have known that she was planning on leaving? “but it…” you continue, shaking your head letting your thoughts trail off. 

“What?” he asks staring down at you in wonderment

“It didn’t occur here,” your forehead scrunched a look of perplexity and complete concentration etched on your face “why did they move the bodies here, and the carriage just to burn it,  that’s a lot of effort.” 

“To hide the evidence, they knew we’d come looking for her,” Oberyn offers as an explanation. 

“If they had burnt it where it occurred then buried it, we'd never find them. This…” you say gesturing to the bodies “this was a warning. Posting them up like this they knew we would find them here. Why here, why not where the fight occurred.” “To discredit them in death” he offers again, watching your head suddenly look up, eyes scanning. 

“How many men,”

“Three,” he repeats “All trained in combat?”

“They would have been at least able to hold a spear, to guard the princess,” before he can finish, you turn on your heel and rush back to the horses, remounting and heading back to the skirmish site. 

By the time Oberyn reaches you, your elbow is deep in the sand.  Oberyn was right, these were good men, ones who deserved a burial. A similar thought would have likely crossed the minds of the ambushers. Returning to wherever they came from  with even one dead body would be too much of a task, they would have had to abandon their fallen. But they wouldn't have abandoned their religion, a burial at an unmarked grave is better than none after all, and one skilled dornish fighter would have taken down at least one opponent.  Your nails fill with sand, the heat scorching your skin as you dig towards your answer. He watches as an arm appears from the ground and he crouches down next to help, but you place your hand on his chest, stopping him. Gripping the dead man's hand you lift up his hand, a ring with a golden lion forged into it.

“Lannister” he spits

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The two of you stroll through the trees that dress the mountains, the cover of shade paired with the sun going down offering a cold more resemblant of your home especially as you climb higher towards the peak. Despite your initial uneasiness about being led far into the mountain alone with one of the deadliest men in the seven kingdoms, he had assured you he merely wanted to speak freely away from the court. As the trees part you come upon the mountain top where snow was beginning to fall. Your eyes then go to a series of ancient ruins, a hearth burning in the middle, tapestries draped along the pillars and a bed made up, with furs. You turn to look up at Oberny who for once, looks nervous. 

“You said you missed the cold, this is as cold as it gets here, a small thank you for finding the evidence needed.  I do not think anyone else would have figured it out,” he says as a feeling you hadn’t felt in years coming over you. 

“Thank you” you whisper, “but I'm sure any good tracker would have found the same,” you state attempting to hide your sudden embarrassment.

“There are guards a mile down shout if you need them, thought I doubt they would be able to protect you better than you could protect yourself , I'll collect you tomorrow, if you’d like,” he says

“I’d like that very much,” you admit, and he smiles before heading back towards the woods.

“Prince Oberyn,” you call, and he stops turning back “Thank you,” he nods and walks off

You remove your clothes and stand in the breeze allowing the chill to ripple over your body until goosebumps form. You smile and let out a slow breath a cloud forming in front of you, as snow falls lightly around you. It was a reminder of home and you close your eyes, a tear falling as you exhale. You walk towards the ruins and settle under the sheets, the crackling of the fire luling you to sleep until you hear footsteps approaching, multiple men.

You grab your dagger and throw it hitting one in the jugular, blood spurting out as you roll out of the bed and duck behind the ruins near the body. You’re preparing to fight when a spear pierces the air impaling one of the approaching figures causing the other to turn towards the woods. He doesn't make it far. A strong arm stops him and slits his throat. You relax when you see Oberyn appear from the shadows. 

“Lady Stark, I heard of an attempt, I apologise for...” His words are cut short when he sees you walk out from behind the ruins to your tunic pulling it over your naked skin.

“Careful, my prince you'll catch flies,” you chuckle, before dragging one of the bodies over the cliff.

“I can see why he screwed over an entire kingdom to marry you,” he says. 

“You couldn't see that before you saw me naked? Help me with this,” you say, grabbing the final man's feet as Oberyn grabs his arms.

“Even more so now. You have more scars than I had thought, do you have a favourite?” He asks as you both throw the body down the mountain side.

“I do, care to hazard a guess,” you say,  wiping your hands clean.

“I'd need a longer look,” he offers, raising his eyebrows.

“Of that i'm sure, I must thank you again for tonight, seems as though my life is owed to you twice over,”

“Perhaps I can ask another favour then. As for now it's late and a long walk back, so I will be on my way,” he bows his head before turning on his heels. 

“Why don’t you stay, as it's such a long way down,” you ask, suddenly feeling overly exposed, more so than when you stood naked before him. 

“Only if you wish,” he says, surprised. 

“Only if you think you can brave the cold for the night” you say returning to the bed after reclaiming your knife. He joins you shortly after, removing the top half of his attire, despite preferring to sleep completely bare, he wasn't about to make you feel uncomfortable. He shivers in the cold, while this chill was likely nothing to you, Oberyn had rarely spent time in anything below comfortably warm. His shiver continues even beneath the furs and you feel it. 

“I'd like to see you In the north, you wouldn't last a month,” you murmur, turning to your side facing his direction.

“Are you saying I'm soft?” he asks, remaining on his back, head turning to you, a slightly disgruntled look on his face. 

“No, but you're not weathered,” you state, sitting up removing one of the furs covering you and placing it over Oberyn who looks up, the warmth of your breath clouding in the air, as snow falls lightly around you, not a goosebump on your body. 

“Not like you late husband” he questions pulling the blanket up to himself and you ignore him, laying back down. “Do you think he would truly wish you to be alone? To live the rest of your life without pleasure?” Oberyn, queries.

“No…but,” you begin, 

“but what, you do not do him a disservice by allowing another to give you love.” Oberyn stresses, beginning to warm. 

“Is that what you offer?” you ask, a look of suspicion on your face. 

“Yes,” he offers earnestly, shifting up onto his arm so the blankets fall slightly. 

“As you do all you find appealing,” you state, eyes locked on his bare chest. 

“yes, and no,” he says, hand going down lifting your eyes to meet his “I enjoy divulging in all of life's pleasures, my body belongs to all those that catch my eye, but my heart I do reserve that primarily for one” he says softly, your heart now beating faster than it ever had. 

“Reserved” you correct, quietly. 

“Ellaria was my greatest love, I would have kept her with me until the end, had the Lannisters not taken her from me,” his hand now dancing over the wound above your shoulder, eyes still boring into yours, leaving you nowhere to hide. 

“Then you know how I feel,” you whisper breathlessly. 

“No, my heart is willing to accept love again because I knew that is what she would want. I fear you are unable to see that it is what your husband would have wanted as well,”

“Part of me died that day on the docks, part of my heart will always be with him, but today I thought...maybe,” you stutter, a tear falling from your eye rolling down your cheek, you go to brush it away embarrassed, but Oberyn beats you to it. Gently running his thumb softly along your cheekbone.

“It is not a betrayal of your love for him, I do not presume you to abandon him, I wish merely to bring you some semblance of joy.” 

With that you roll over so you straddling him and he sits up hand reaching to the back off your head pulling you down to meet his lips. A fire builds inside you upon contact and your hands move to your tunic, only parting from his lips to rip it from your body. You look down hesitantly, unsure it was what he would have expected, or what he wanted, not as pretty and smooth as those of the brothel. Oberyn no longer shivering even with the blankets fallen to the side, his eyes drinking in every ounce of your being.

 “Are you sure?” Oberyn asks, hands running up and down your sides.

“Yes,” you say firmly, before leaning down kissing him again. 

He'd kept you close to him in the night even after you’d tried to pull away to the other side of the bed. You had been right, one appeal of the cold was being trapped beneath the naked body of one you loved.  He wakes first, trailing his fingers lightly across your body until he sees your eyes bat open. 

“Now I really understand why he risked his reign for you,” Oberyn whispers, kissing your scrunched up forehead. You yawn, detaching from him and manoeuvring onto your back as His hand trails over the wound above your shoulder  “this is your favourite” he states and you look up to him, “I guessed correctly” he laughs at the way your mouth hangs open.

“How?”

“You can track lands, I can track bodies” he says, placing a kiss over it trailing up to your lips.

“Can you now?”

“I thought you knew that, based on your loud approval last night,” he remarks and you shake your head chuckling slightly “If you don’t remember, perhaps I can remind you this morning” he says nipping at your jaw and dipping below the sheets.  

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You return together the next morning only to see the crown prince pacing frantically

“Brother, come now a council has been called. Who is this?” he asks, pointing at you. 

“Someone who has a stake in the game”

“Very well,” he replies, gesturing for you both to follow

“Arianne is in king's landing, confirmed today by this letter penned by Cersei herself,” Doran confesses as the advisors close the doors to the marbled room. 

‘What?” he spits, tearing the piece of paper from between Dorans hands.

“They have taken her, stating she was plotting to murder the Lannister princess,” Doran says

“Was she?” you whisper to Tyene who shrugs her shoulders.

“She awaits a trial, a trial by combat” Doran continues

“Bastards,” Oberyn exclaimed, hands slamming down on the stone table. “ Send me brother, I will fight for her, I will get you daughter. I have done it once, I shall do so again.”

“If you go they kill you in the streets,” Tyene pipes up, causing her father to turn to her.  

“I’d like to see them try, ” Obery spits, more fire than you’d ever seen radiating around him, as the room breaks out into pointless bickering.

“Let me go,” you interject all those in the room turning to face you.

“And, why would I allow one of my brothers whores to go and retrieve my daughter?” Doran scoffs. 

“Because, I would very much like to gain some kind of revenge on those who butchered my husband and all the events that occurred the night of the red wedding.” You say pulling down your hood, exposing your identity to the room full of strangers. 

“Lady Stark, but you’re supposed to be dead,” the grand maester whispers. 

“Medical marvel,” you assure

“And you would fight for us,” Doran queries Tyene and the rest of the scattered sand snakes staring at you. 

“I would, if any of your family ventures to Kings Landing they will be killed on sight. I on the other hand am the last person they would expect to show up. Though, I must admit my business there may extend over to a few other debts the Lannisters owe me”

“This activity?” another council member begins to probe

“Would only occur after Arianne is safely back on a ship,” you see Oberyn fidget  “with proper antivenoms, anti poisons, everything and a skilled healer on board, just in case”

“You would remain there for how long after?”

“Only for a few extra hours perhaps a day, you would have no role to play in my removal, I am more than capable of finding my own way out,” you promise

“Who fights for the Lannisters?” Nymeria asks, 

“They say a man carved from stone, reanimated from the dead, the size of two men” The grand maester begins, “It's rumoured the queens sorcerer managed to salvage the Mountain after Oberyn's victory.”

“But those are just rumours sprouted from venomous tongues, as such my offer still stands,” you assure.  

“No,'' Oberyn interjected, eyes narrowed at you, shooting daggers. Your head turns on a swivel, furious. 

“Why not? I am capable” you explain. 

“Did you not hear them, the mountain fights for the Lannister”

“I've taken down worse,” you snap, all semblance of properness lost

 “He’ll kill,” you he states calmly , his eyes stormy

 “He didn’t kill you,” you retort

 “No but I killed him and yet he is still alive, whatever that man is, is long gone,”  The two of you locked in a glare, you failing to find a response that wouldn’t paint you as childish. 

“Then we're in agreement, we find someone else,” he punctuates making you feel like a scolded child. The tension hangs heavy on the room, unsettling a few of the council members as your eyes bear into his before leaning back against the wall. As the meeting ends Oberyn waits by the door, but you refuse to move, you shoot him a glare and he raises his eyebrows shaking his head before exiting the room. 

“Prince Doran, a word if I may,” you ask, as he passes by you. He hesitates but nods to his two advisors to carry on and turns to you. 

“I will go, I will defeat the Mountain, or at least secure Arianne a contingency plan if all else fails.”

“My lady, I am afraid my brother will not have it...” he states. 

“Your brother doesn't control me, and as you said I am just another of his whores. I am free to make whatever decision I see fit,”  he sighs, scanning you up and down assessing whether you could be successful. 

“You are sure you can retrieve her,” Doran asks, looking up into your eyes searching for the answer.

“I am sure I have a better chance at it than any of your family, ”

“We will have a ship on standby for you the following day,”

“No need, I do not expect to return from this,” you mutter and his eyes narrow,  “I am no fool, the odds are not in my favour, but I must try...” you pause nodding your head “I must try and make things right.”

“Oberyn?”

“Will know nothing of this, nothing of this meeting, or of this plan, hold a ship for me if you  wish but do not hold out hope.”

“Arianne returns alive” he demands. 

“I promise you that” you affirm before he calls for an advisor to escort him out the room. 

As you exit the council room you begin towards Oberyn chambers. If you were to be gone tomorrow you knew where you wanted to be tonight. As you open the door you chuckle at the sight before you, Oberyn entangled with two of his lovers, both resting against his chest, sweaty and panting slightly. He leans over to kiss the man on his left before addressing you.  

“I did not expect to see you here tonight,” he says as the woman bites at his jawline. “Why's that?” you question. “I thought you were going to rip my head off in that meeting,” he chuckles, pulling the woman's hair back to kiss her. 

“I don’t enjoy my ability to choose being removed,” you scorn.

“Is that all you came to say?” he questions.

“I suppose, goodnight Prince Oberyn…” you begin, turning to exit, hoping to call him on his bluff. 

“Vorian, take Fryenne to my guest chamber, show her a good time,” he says, slapping the man's ass as he exits the sheets. “Will you not join my Prince, I have always wanted to try a Targaryen,” she whispers into his ear, blushing slightly.

“Not tonight my dove, we have business to discuss,” 

“Perhaps another time,” she says wistfully as she approaches you, running her hand up your arm planting a soft kiss on your lips before exiting. Your mouth hangs open brows gently creased at the sensation, your eyes following her out the room.

“You like that one?” Oberyn smirks as you draw your eyes back to him “one night with me and you’re a convert to my lifestyle,” he remarks shifting out of the bed naked as the day he was born walking over to the counter and decanting wine into a goblet.  

“Do you wish to have this conversation fully clothed?” he asks. “I did not come here for a conversation,” you admit. 

“Then why are you still dressed? Strip,” he demands, you narrow your eyes at him. He walks towards you, eyes darker “You would disobey a prince?” He asks, walking behind you, lips ghosting along your neck. “Strip. You will listen to me tonight especially after your performance in that meeting. You should know better than to speak out of turn,” he orders. 

You're awake, watching the night pass until the first light begins to creep into the room. Oberyn's arms are wrapped around you, his breath hitting your neck. You had tried to leave earlier but his strong grasp had trapped you in place.  If this was to be one of your last nights on this earth, you were glad to have spent it in his arms.  You lie there until you feel him stir, mouth peppering kisses on your neck. 

“I wish to go to the brothel, will you join me?” he mumbles into your neck and you shake your head.

“I can refrain and stay here for the morning,” he starts.

“No go on I am just too tired,” you whisper, kissing him lightly.

“Then rest I will return later,” he kisses your nose, then your forehead before rising and dressing

“Oberyn,” you say sitting up in the large bed pulling the silks up to cover your chest. 

“Yes?” he says, watching as your mouth opens. You’re trying to find words to express your feelings, but they never come.

“Nothing,” you say, offering a small smile. 

Oberyn makes it to the front door of the brothel but something in his stomach feels off. 

A feeling that had been growing since he left you, it was something in the way you had said his name in the cold light of day, almost as if you were saying goodbye. His steps get more rushed as he approaches the palace, swinging the doors to his chambers open. He looks to the handmaid who shakes her head in confusion. He swallows his rage, you wouldn’t have disobeyed him so blatantly, you wouldn't have left him without warning, without a goodbye. He walks quickly towards the garden until he finds Doran, his hand caressing a rose.  

‘Where is she?” he demands despite already knowing the answer.

#game of thrones fic #oberyn martell x reader #prince oberyn #oberyn x you #oberyn x reader #oberyn martell x you

[futurama]

Ok then what are your headcanons for Dave? Do you think he's friend with/talks to Dirk or nah? Also I love your fat Dave.

THANK YOU FOR ASKING lets fucking do this

first things first hell yeah dave is fat. personally i think if you imagine dave as a fat guy while reading homestuck it makes the experience twenty times better and is guaranteed to make you love him more. bro did wonders starving him as a child but in these present times you will rarely ever see dave without a little snack nearby, the man loves to indulge in whatever he can get his hands on and keep him busy

keep him busy in what ways? <-- thats you asking me to elaborate and i will oblige happily ^_^ one of THE traits of a strider is to have trauma and obviously dave is riddled with it quite disgustingly if you ask me, and while time heals all wounds i do think that dave would prefer to keep busy with one thing or another so not to be left alone too long with his thoughts. growing up under bros watchful shades has left dave very depressed and very paranoid (cameras around the apartment, being ambushed, etc etc) which leads me into the physical part of his trauma

its kind of funny to think of a world where dave ISNT physically disabled from getting his ass beat every day for 13 years. i dont think bro would be one to hold back from breaking a bone or two or seven during those vital years of growth and he definitely wouldnt be willing to take dave to a hospital because...hes bro strider...why the hell would he. the most hed do is try to set straight whatever needed to be set and wrap it tight and send dave on his way which ultimately leads to dave having quite a few painful fucked up limbs - which brings the cane into the picture! wahoo! walking can be very painful for dave and he prefers to use his cane when hes doing it, and if youre ever out with him youd better be prepared to sit down every now and then so the poor guy can catch a break

ok moving on....i do think dirk and dave talk. again very funny to think of a world where they drift apart or dont get along after their initial meeting in the comic because while it started out rough (obviously. duh! why wouldnt it) they were both smart and understanding enough to talk things out friendship style and made it clear that they care for one another on a level they dont consider their other friends to be on. and i dont mean that in a "they value each other over anyone else now" type of friendship i just know that with them its different and dare i say special. i think dave dumped everything bro had done to him on dirk in a fit of emotion but the way dirk handled it was better than any of the beta kids had (they really dropped the ball on that) and for once in his life dave felt listened to. and im not neglecting the conversations he had with rose, but i do think that when he talked to her it felt more like he was being observed under a microscope rather than being heard. i have a lot to say about how dirk and dave feel for one another but ill spare you the reading and say...they are best friends, and they love each other

i like to think that after the events of homestuck that dave, after being miserable in the game and then being cooped up on the meteor, would absolutely go off to live on his own. i dont believe hed isolate himself completely but i do think hed just be....exhausted. i know he loves his friends and he would visit them from time to time, but i know after everything hed end up spending a good chunk of time with dirk

god what else. im such a fan of albino dave, and i think of him as intersex, which coincidentally go hand in hand under chimerism, theoretically. hes bisexual, and has a very healthy amount of autism and adhd. overall i think dave has had some rough patches but grows up to be sweeter than hed like to let on. ill spare you anymore reading and end it there, thanks for asking again! ^_^

#homestuck #dave strider #hermitcyclop