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poetrybyonur · 4 months

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People who were never shown emotional love by their caretakers when growing up often end up with avoidant partners. They often crave the emotional love they never had growing up or can’t get at home and become emotional predators, seeking out online connections with certain types of people that fit their romantic criteria in order to get close to them to fulfil this craving for emotional intimacy, because they are incapable of loving themselves. They wear their masks so well, until it falls off and breaks, and we see that it was just an illusion.

#poets on tumblr #love quotes #love poetry #romantic poetry #love poem #romantic writer #onurtaskiran poetry #poets and writers #gentleman poet #love #poetrybyonur #spilled ink #writers #writers on tumblr #toxicity #emotional vampire #emotional affairs #emotional void #emotional predators

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proudfreakmetarusonniku · 3 months

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but also like. guys you don’t need to leave the minecraft youtube community bc one person is bad to clarify. like. shelby is a minecraft youtuber. a lot of her friends are minecraft youtubers. those friends are supportive and as far as we know all believe her. the vast majority of minecraft youtubers are like. fine. this shit is something that Happens because Abusers are Manipulative, going to another hobby will Not shield you from anything and you’re not immoral for liking something bad people also liked. which is. one of the biggest video games ever. like in this situation no one was knowingly harbouring an abuser and it seems everyone was supportive. this is just a case of some people being shit, not anything to do with mcyt. hell, the guy hasn’t been on minecraft in like a year lmao.

i fully understand why the content might be uncomfortable to you guys now but like, please don’t self flagellate and cut yourself off from an entire genre of media because of one guy again. i saw that happen after the dream stuff and a lot of people ended up losing important things because they made rash decisions and felt like they Had to leave. but please. take one deep fucking breath. this has happened before. this has happened so much before, and in ways far worse than this. because abusers, unfortunately, exist. you should not feel guilty for being manipulated by a manipulative abuser, don’t blame yourself. do what you have to, but please, please keep in mind that the majority of minecraft youtube is fine. it is fine to continue engaging with it. it’s fine to be manipulated by an abuser and it’s not your fault. please don’t make rash decisions and end up losing things you care deeply about and being unable to get them back. distance yourself all you want, but please be careful to not do so out of emotional self harm from the guilt. that’s something this fandom encourages far too much- even outside of this- and it’s unhealthy and anyone expecting it of you is cruel.

#mcyt #abuse tw #i guess this is discourse idk but like #this happened two years ago and the amount of people who realised cutting themselves off from All mcyt was self harm and came back #only to have lost a lot of content they created and valued because they wanted to punish themselves for trusting a predator #and like. you’re victim blaming yourself. obviously you are not anywhere near as much a victim as The victim #but being manipulated into supporting abusers is still something that is an action they take to harm others #Being used as a tool to silence others unknowingly is a cruel thing and can be traumatic to go through #its honestly really concerning as someone working on their own emotional self harm to see it. like this isn’t about anyone in specific but #guys. emotionally self harming isn’t helping. you don’t need punishment. breathe and think through things.

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furiousgoldfish · 1 year

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abused kids getting positive attention for the first time:

Don't know what's happening right now. Complete confusion.

if I ignore this for long enough it will go away

I will not fall for this

I don't know with what intention this is being done but I don't trust it and I will defy it

aggression and hostility

it's too late for this I needed attention years ago, take it back where it came from

attention I've heard of this. never seen it in person

what the hell do I do. how do I react. What is EXPECTED OF ME

someone is interested in giving attention to me? what does this mean?

I'm going to take this in and then I need to forget it ever happened because this is the only time I will get attention ever. I need to remember how this feels for forever.

This is probably a mistake, and this person is just doing this by accident. I just need to wait until they figure out I'm not worthy any of their attention.

I need to take this attention. I can't have it stop. I will do anything to keep this going. Please don't get bored of me. I will change anything to not be boring.

My entire life is now focusing on this moment right here and how do I have more of it.

What if it's my fault when this person stops liking me? What if I say the wrong thing and they hate me? What do I do to not chase this away?

I will go out of my way to do things that will ensure I get more attention. No matter what it is.

I can't go back to my old life, being neglected and ignored and feeling like I don't exist. I now know how attention feels, I can't lose this.

If I lose this attention I will go absolutely rabid.

I felt like a person today. I wonder if I'll ever feel this again.

This person who gave me attention must be special, nobody else has ever seen anything good in me. I'm going to latch onto them like I've never latched to anything ever before.

Is it possible I could be special to this person? That I'm not all bad? That I could be good as long as I keep doing whatever got me here?

I don't think I can repay this attention. I don't know how to make it up. It meant the world to me. I want to do anything to make it worth it.

I'm scared if I keep getting this attention I will bond to this person, and then they'll be able to do anything to me. I'm scared I'll become attached and then they'll get sick of me and abandon me. I don't feel safe receiving more because it puts me in a dangerous position. I should end this but I can't.

#neglect #child abuse #emotional abandonment #positive attention #vulnerability to predators #hijacked instincts #not knowing how to deal with attention #fearing attention #fearing bonding #craving attention but also fearing what will happen once you lose it #abuse #abusive parents #aftermath of child abuse #neglect symptoms #emotional abandonment symptoms

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ecstella · 3 months

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Some smol Yautja-emotes i did for @yautjalover ♡ (i know they are kot perfect, im still learning)

#yautja #predator #monster lover #the predator #monster husband #avp #art #my art #digital art #emotes

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aquamonstra · 5 months

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You know who would have been the ultimate dream team if they'd been on a ship together?

Tom Paris and Jadzia Dax.

Listen. The SHENANIGANS.

But also.

THE CARE.

THE SUPPORT.

THE FIERCLY DEVOTED FRIENDSHIP.

TOM IS MOM FRIEND AND JADZIA IS DAD FRIEND AND AS A TEAM THEY WOULD HAVE BEEN TOO POWERFUL.

#the predator handshake between these two would have shook the galaxy #tom 🤝 jadzia #parenting all their friends while also being a carefree goofball #it's not a ship it's a brick house #Don't ask me to explain what that means just figure it out #tom paris #jadzia dax #I'm emotional about these two #star trek voyager #star trek ds9

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black-suns-rim · 2 years

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Yautja emotes?

I don't know if anyone else has thought of this but hear me out:

😑 = -;;-

🙂 = •;u;•

😂 = n;○;n

😡 = -';;'-

😳 = o//;;//o

😨 = °;;°

😅 = n;;n'

🥰 = n';;'n <3

If anyone has more ideas, please add on. I would love to see what anyone comes up with

#yautja #predator #the predator #alien #emotes #emoticlones #emojies #emoji #ideas #random #bored-ish #idk

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scepterno · 8 months

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i have seen the Posts and im laughing very hard HAHAH not only is Noah a fictional character, he is canonically 19 in the show. and is around my age. even if he werent.... i dont care. cuz he's fake. i can do whatever i want to him because hes not real. yall need to go outside and find some real problems to talk about. this is just plain sad !!!

PLEASE. guys. please. grow up. im begging you to stop worrying about the imaginary rights of FICTIONAL CHARACTERS. genuinely. for you own mental health. please find real issues to worry about in life. have fun. stop torturing yourself with drama that doesnt matter. at all. youre going to make fandom an absolutely miserable place if all you do is scream and tantrum over what other people do with what are essentially TOYS.

you do not care about morality you care about getting attention and feeling more powerful by bringing others down.

take a breath away from the screen and find some self love.

i IMPLORE you.

#also i draw him short because size difference is sexy and noah has short king energy.#i want you to to really self reflect #on why youre so quick to see a gay man and call him a predator #no really #over fictional characters who have no rights or stakes or emotions in the real world #look inward and ask yourself why you are so quick to jump to that conclusion.#you are spouting the same exact nonsense that bigots and conservatives do #and you really NEED to unlearn that as soon as possible #not only for your own safety but other peoples as well

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furiousgoldfish · 1 year

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I need to write this down, because I keep forgetting, and then struggle to empathize properly with this issue.

When you're a kid who's being groomed, brainwashed or exploited by someone, you don't feel it as a manipulation or harm; instead it feels like a fair exchange. You feel as if you've found a person, who is offering you some sort of security, empathy, companionship, understanding, safety, protection, even love. It makes you feel special, like you're a part of something important, or even something sacred, irreplaceable, something you will never get a chance to be a part of again. It feels safe, it feels like something you never want to lose, or even something you couldn't go on without. If you're of such bad luck that your groomer was the only person you could rely on for attention or love, then for you they were the only person who kept you from being completely neglected and alone. Children would give almost anything to not be neglected and alone.

And in return, you just have to give them something they need from you, and it doesn't feel like you're losing something important to them, it feels like this is normal, like you're lucky they actually need you back. You'd give them anything, as long as they stay with you, keep giving you purpose and importance and positive self-perception. You don't know what you're giving, you don't understand that you're losing something, or getting hurt or traumatized. You feel like you know what you're doing and you chose this, you need this. Like you need them.

A lot of grooming situations end with the abuser abandoning, or emotionally discarding the child, and this doesn't feel like relief that the exploitation is over, more often than not, it feels absolutely devastating, it fees like you're losing something important, something you depended upon or held onto for dear life. Being discarded after doing so much to try and keep this person wanting you, is crushing and heartbreaking. And then it can take years to re-contextualize the situation and to realize that it wasn't love, that it wasn't a positive bond, or something special, or something fair, that you were in fact, hurt so badly you now have trauma symptoms and see the world in a twisted, self-deprecating way because of what they did to you. That's another layer of unbearable pain, to understand that a person who you believed loved you, maybe even the only person to ever love you, did not in fact care for you at all. That they used you in the worst possible way and then got rid of you like you were nothing. A person who loves you wouldn't do that. They would never do that to you.

It's almost too painful to face this, and preferable to keep believing that it was love, but the person didn't know what they were doing or how it would affect you or was in some sort of dark past situation themselves so they couldn't' do better, so you could live with it somehow. Because to acknowledge that you were a defenseless child and that your vulnerability of inexperience and lack of protection was exploited in the worst possible way, by someone you loved so dearly you'd do anything for them, that is unbearable.

Grieving for what you had with the abuser, how it made you feel, missing them, needing more of what you got from them, wanting their attention, understanding, acknowledgment, apology, wanting to see that they can change and love you - that is normal after an event of abuse and grooming. That is normal for someone who didn't receive normal types of love that they didn't have to earn or deserve or give something in return for. That is not something to be ashamed for - you did not create this situation, and it's not your fault a predator found you and did this to you. You're allowed to grieve what you felt was love. You're allowed to grieve even the illusion you thought was true and built your life upon, it's a real loss, and a big loss.

The anger and the hatred might take a long time to come, or even never, because it's difficult to change how you felt towards someone your whole entire life, to such extreme level. It makes you feel like you were wrong, like you were cheated and tricked, and that's humiliating, unjust and makes you feel helpless, and that's the last thing you want to feel about your life. It's normal to just be sad and confused for a long time, and to take your time figuring out what actually happened, what part of it was intentional, how could a person do that to you and why would they. It's normal to want to cling to every last bit of hope before acknowledging that what happened was traumatic, undeserved and lead by the intentions of cruelty and personal gain. Your little heart did not deserve that, and it doesn't deserve it now. You deserve to take your time processing it.

#child grooming #brainwashing #child exploitation #child abuse #abusive caretakers #child predators #child groomers #how it feels to be groomed and to try and acknowledge and recover from it #grief from grooming #grief from being brainwashed and abandoned #grief from being used and discarded #psychological abuse #emotional abuse #psychological manipulation #abuse #trauma #cptsd

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mistress-light · 7 months

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Okay, but it was actually really devilishly clever of Susurrus to make his escape mere moments after Thalia died? Cinta was just grieving so much, and in her grief, she let her guard down. Not knowing what just emerged from Thalia's hand. He could have done it earlier, but no, it observed and waited for the perfect moment.

#forspoken #forspoken: susurrus #tanta cinta #thalia solarius #mistress plays forspoken #forspoken: in tanta we trust #forspoken: in tanta we trust spoilers #just my observation though while making a gifset of this scene #the details in emotions are insane in this specific scene #also i like to think Susurrus is just really cunning and almost a bit like a predator feeding off her grief and madness later on #making itself stronger in the process #he's taking advantage of these moments

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eruden-writes · 2 years

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The Unexpected Human Problem - Part 3 (Yautja x Human)

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

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

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

And what happens afterwards?

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CHAPTER CONTENT WARNINGS: Forced sedation.

TAG LIST: @ajarofpickledtears

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It was the jarring thump of the ship that awoke Rayelle. Pushing herself upright on her cot, she stretched her arms over her head and arched her back. There’d be a few more feeding attempts since the first. After her second attempt - throwing the tray at the creature and trying to grab their gauntlet, which seemed to control the door, through the bars - there’d been minimal contact. It would just leave the food in the slot and leave.

Later, it’d retrieve the tray and replace it with a new one. Rayelle couldn’t help but notice they had kept to self-contained foods, like whatever constituted as space-veggies or space-fruit. No more mash, nothing messy.

Though she didn’t eat any of it, she occasionally snagged one or two from the tray. Just enough to not be noticed. She had considered collecting enough to cause damage to the toilet, but she realized wasn’t sure if it would work, since she didn’t know how it got rid of waste. Rayelle eventually decided she wanted something to wing at the creature if it chose to enter again so she had a small collection of hard projectiles.

Now, she wondered what her damn captor was doing. There was a slight shift, as if something had gotten ahold of the ship, and now she heard further hiss of hydraulics and the chunk of something possibly locking into place. Then nothing.

Her eyebrows furrowed, trying to make sense of the sounds and the sensations. Rayelle’s first thought was they had landed - or perhaps docked? - somewhere. It would explain the mechanical whirring and thunking and vibrations, she figured.

But where? Was she about to step onto yet another alien planet? Full of the same massive, mandible-having creatures as her current captor? Or was it going to be a station of some sort?

As Rayelle considered her chances between a single-species planet or outpost versus somewhere with more diversity - and fighting the dissociation that sheer absurd thought caused her - the door to the hallway opened. Her stomach sank as two pairs of footfalls entered the room, the lights brightening. She half-turned to face the front of her cell, glaring through the bars at both the familiar face and the newcomer.

Her red-orange captor stood next to a different colored version of the same species. They were chittering and growling away as they approached Rayelle’s cell, giving her a chance to scrutinize the newcomer.

This one was a sort of grey-blue with black speckles. Their head ridge striated, like a washboard, and their head tendrils were mottled blue-green and pulled back into a sort of pony tail. They were also taller than the red-orange one. Not by much, but enough for Rayelle to notice. They also appeared leaner than her captor, though no less ripped. Just not as intimidatingly buff. The difference between a basketball player and one of those strongman competitors.

They also didn’t wear dark grey armor like the other. Though they did wear a silver chest plate and a matching gauntlet that seemed tech-based. Other than the scant armor, they wore sleeveless grey coveralls and a sleeveless dark blue lab coat. That same odd mesh was used to cover their arms.

A particular gurgle of a growl from her red-orange captor caught Rayelle’s attention. She glanced toward them, not moving from her cot. As the other responded, her eyes narrowed.

She had a suspicion they were discussing her. No surprise. But if the blue one was wearing a lab coat, did that make them a doctor or a scientist? Rayelle pressed her lips together in a tight line, trying to determine which option was worse.

Rayelle jumped as the door to her cell slid open. She scrambled to her feet, grabbing one of the hard fruits she had swiped from a prior meal with her. Her shoulders tensed as she backed away to the far side of the cage. The blue one entered first, the red-orange one lingering in the open entrance.

It approached slowly, carefully, with a hand extended and fingers splayed to show they weren’t a threat. It, too, clicked and gave gurgly growls by means of communication. Though seemingly gentler, more level than how the red-orange one vocalized. With its free hand, from a pocket on its coat, it slowly withdrew a silver boxy object.

Rayelle nervously watched as it held the object up to its own arm, crouching to give her a better view. Light blue light fanned out from the silver box, moving over the alien’s arm. Once the machine beeped, the grey-blue alien turned the box around to show a screen, where alien language flashed and scrolled up.

She glanced from the machine up to the alien, still having no clue what was going on. Something in the blue alien’s eyes seemed hopeful, though. For some reason, the whole situation reminded Rayelle of a doctor showing a young child that a stethoscope doesn’t hurt.

Her attention flickered across the room, where the red-orange creature seemed tense. It appeared ready to spring into action should something happen. Whether it was to keep the blue one safe or herself, Rayelle wasn’t certain. Once more, she glanced warily at the blue alien, before sidling to the side, toward her captor and, more importantly, the exit.

She kept her eyes on the blue alien, her shoulders stiffening as it trilled something. From the corner of her eye, Rayelle saw her captor’s eyes flicker to their comrade, replying to whatever the blue one said.

Tightening her grasp on the alien fruit, which she hid slightly behind her, Rayelle chose to test her luck.

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“Hm, they must be more comfortable around you,” Ah’ke observed, as the human edged closer and closer to Tai’dqei.

Tai’dqei was not so certain of their former mate’s assessment. Preparedness tensed along his arms and legs, ready to chase and snatch the human up if his presumption was correct. He shot a look at Ah’ke, though kept awareness on the human. “They’re going to try escaping, just watch.”

“I don’t know.” Ah’ke stood up from their crouch, straightening to full height. “They seem-”

Before Ah’ke could even finish their statement, an orange chemond came hurtling at Tai’dqei. As he instinctively caught the flying projectile, he swore to himself for not counting the numbers of fruit or vegetables he’d given the human.

As expected, the human bolted for the door, hands reaching for the frame as they got close. With a snarl, Tai’dqei lunged and easily grabbed them. As soon as his arms latched around their middle, they squirmed and yelled as he lifted them up. Their feet kicked out as they tried to throw themself to and fro, thrashing with every ounce of their strength. It was like trying to keep a hold of a feral bozeak.

Tai’dqei threw a dirty look to Ah’ke, who had been chittering with amusement over the scene. His mandibles clicked irritatedly. “Going to help or just stand there and laugh?”

“On it.” Ah’ke continued to chuckle, but pulled a tranquilizer injector from their belt, quickly approaching the struggling human and Tai’dqei.

The human in his arms struggled harder, howling as Ah’ke neared. Likely, they recognized the injector, considering how similar it looked to the one Tai’dqei had used that first night.

They even went so far as to attempt to bite Tai’dqei, leaning their top-half over his forearm and sinking their dull little teeth into his forearm. A growl rumbled out from Tai’dqei’s chest, unbidden and not exactly out of anger. Momentarily, the human tensed, bracing for something. Whatever the human thought he would do didn’t happen.

Instead, Ah’ke swept in during the temporary - and likely very short - calm. She pressed the tranq to the human’s thigh, eliciting a startled gasp of whimper from them as the needle punctured their skin.

Their violent struggles resumed, tears pooling at the corners of their eyes before dribbling down their cheeks. The human’s angry yowls turned to quieter wailing, as the force of their fighting dwindled. Even as they slumped in Tai’dqei’s arms, they continued to warble obvious dissent, weakly shoving at his arms.

A small part of Tai’dqei admired the persistence, in spite of how troublesome they’d been.

“I managed to get a hold of the most up-to-date Straux nano-translator worm for you two.” From yet another pocket, Ah’ke withdrew a small case. “These were designed with dated and modern Earthen language as a specialty.”

As she popped the case open, Tai’dqei saw the two yet-to-be-activated earworms. He nodded, relieved that he’d soon be able to communicate with the human. “It’s appreciated.”

“Move them to the cot and I’ll get everything done,” ordered Ah’ke, taking charge of the situation now. Tai’dqei gave a grunt of acknowledgement, adjusting his hold on the human so they were now carried more comfortably in his arms.

After he deposited the inert form on the bed, Ah’ke pushed him out of the way. As she knelt by the human, she held the second translator device out to him. “I trust you can insert your own.”

Once more, Tai’dqei gave an affirmative grunt and took the worm.

“You should move them somewhere more hospitable,” Ah’ke said as she waited for the translator to boot up. As she fiddled with the settings, focusing more on Earthen languages and yautja, she gave a little laugh, “I would not be pleased myself, if I awoke in a brig like this.”

“It was necessary,” Tai’dqei growled, making the same adjustments to their own worm. Over the decades, one got used to upgrading translator tech. He was just thankful the Straux had figured out a way to get the nanoworms to absorb previous versions, rather than having to yank old ones out. “I didn’t know what they’d do to escape. So, for now, the brig.”

The blue metal worm soon came to life, its hundreds of little legs tickling his palm, and he held it up to his ear canal. Tai’dqei braced himself as the thing skittered in and grunted as the harder part initiated. Through bone and cartilage and tissue, the technological bug burrowed. In its wake, it repaired damage done. As efficient as it was, it was not painless.

That was evident as the human, even unconscious, cried out. Ah’ke held them as they jerked on the bed, tears once more streaming down their cheeks. The sedative eventually dealt with the pain and whatever straggling string of consciousness still clung on finally dissipated.

Tai’dqei didn’t realize they had moved closer, watching the human struggle, until he heard himself ask, “They will be okay?”

“They will be fine,” Ah’ke answered with a sigh, as if she’d been asked the same question many times before. She stood up from her stoop, pinning a serious look on Tai’dqei. “Once you’re able to communicate, will you move them to a guest quarters, at least?”

“We’ll see.” He bristled, not looking at Ah’ke as he crossed his arms. Her stern tone stirred something in his core. Something that had been exacerbated multiple times by an unwitting human. He tried not to think about it. “It depends on how they react.”

Giving the human free reign would have made all of the efforts to get them somewhere appropriate useless. They could run straight into a dangerous situation, get themselves killed, and be none-the-wiser. Or, worst yet, they crash his ship and kill them both, perhaps even taking out others in the process.

No, it was better to lock the human down until he could assess their cooperativeness and mentality.

“Go easy on them. From the way you describe it, they may have a lot to adjust to.” Ah’ke got to her feet after wiping red blood from the human’s ear. Tai’dqei had turned his attention back to the human, considering what preparations should be made for when they awoke, when Ah’ke spoke again, “And, about your other issue.”

At the change in subjects, tension raced up Tai’dqei’s spine. He slightly tilted his head toward Ah’ke, hoping not to appear too excited as he straightened up. “Yes?”

She reached out to touch Tai’dqei’s arm and he hesitantly hoped she’d help him. It was a gentle touch, her claws ghosting over his arm. Memories of the past flooded into his brain. But Ah’ke’s words doused whatever soft heat filled his chest. “There’s a brothel on this station. Check them out.”

Tai’dqei’s mandibles flared in agitation, a hiss escaping his mouth, as Ah’ke laughed heartily at him. “I’ve never been into men. You know that, Tai’dqei.”

“I just thought it could be different with me.” Tai’qdei shifted his stance, arms crossed over his chest. He could feel Ah’ke’s knowing amusement and it only made the agitation in him churn harder. Once more, he turned his attention from Ah’ke to a middle distance, unable to meet her gaze. “If it was something purely physical.”

“We tried that, when your change began.” From the corner of his eye, he saw Ah’ke also cross her arms over her chest. Her mandibles twitching downward. Guilt dribbled into his stomach.

“Mhmn.” Tai’dqei fell quiet at the mention of his change, his arms tightening over his chest.

In the course of his relationship with Ah’ke, they both had shifted sexes and, subsequently, genders. Though Tai’dqei found her just as appealing as before, the feeling was not mutual. She only liked women, no matter what her own gender was.

He could have chosen hormone modifiers to reverse the changes, but he hadn’t wanted to. It was a hard feeling to put into words.

Thus, their romantic relationship ended. Not without some complicated feelings, mostly on Tai’dqei’s part.

“I need to return to the clinic,” Ah’ke announced after consulting her wrist gear. The words drew Tai’dqei from memories. It struck him as odd how unaffected Ah’ke appeared. “I’ll check back in soon, okay?”

“Alright,” he replied, his tone unintentionally dipping into dour octaves.

“Tai.” Her hand brushed against his arm again, eliciting prickles along his flesh. Her gaze softened, making something in his chest swell. With a reassuring squeeze of his bicep, Ah’ke softly said, “I still care very much for you, even if we’re not mate compatible.”

“I know, that’s why I trusted you with this,” he answered just as quietly, raising a hand to the sleeping human. There was a beat of silence, unsaid things mounting in the air among the weight of responsibility concerning the wayward being. Unable to take the heaviness, Tai’dqei heaved a sigh and gave a careless shrug as he said sardonically, “Sorry, I had to go and turn into a smelly aggressive man.”

At that, Ah’ke gave a gurgling growl of her own, swatting the sides of Tai’dqei’s face with both hands. He gave a yelp as mild pain throbbed through his skin. “I was joking!”

“It was not funny,” she hissed, grabbing tight to the sides of his face and pressing her forehead to his. Annoyance flooded out of him at the touch. His eyes closed, briefly allowing himself to pretend reality was different. Maybe a world where Ah’ke did find men appealing or where he agreed to hormone adjusters.

The short fantasy only lasted a moment, before Ah’ke pulled away. Her palms likely tapped the sides of his face as she teased, “Behave until I get back.”

She was already heading out the cell’s entrance when Tai’dqei opened his eyes. He watched her go, before glancing back at the human. Other than the even rise and fall of their chest, they were still.

After retrieving a blanket for the human and a chair for himself, Tai’qdei locked the cell door again. This time, with him inside the bars alongside the human. He watched them sleep as his own thoughts roiled and rolled, trying not to focus on the upsetting stillness in his own chest. Or the ever-present, aggravating, heat simmering in his center.

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