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the-travelling-witch · 2 months

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𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌‘𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄

summary: what kind of music the piercers/tattoo artists of my modern au would listen to

characters: piercer!/tattoo artist! xiao :: scara :: kazuha :: venti :: aether :: heizou

my modern au || genshin masterlist || the playlist

𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎

melancholic and wistful/dreamy

black over-ears

When he felt like nobody around him understood him, Xiao fell into the comforting embrace of music, listening to artists who sang about the sentiments he kept to himself. It has always helped him express himself with pencil and pen though, letting the graphite tip dance over the paper more smoothly and less hesitantly. To this day, Xiao uses music to block out the world when it all gets too much and familiar tunes help him calm down.

死ぬのがいいわ- fuji kaze, exile- taylor swift/ bon iver, young and beautiful- lana del rey, gales of song- belle, the moon will sing- the crane wives

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀

indie rock

grey over-ears

Scara has been heavily influenced by Venti whose music could always be heard throughout their shared flat. While it vexed him at first, soon he found himself nodding along to the melodies, something his roommate noticed and then offered to share a Spotify account until Scara decided to make his own. And, although he’d rather die than admit it, despite how much he loathes his upbringing, he can’t deny that some classic pieces sneaked in between his usual rotation.

shake it out- florence + the machine, allies or enemies- the crane wives, too close- sir chloe , bohemian rhapsody- queen, winter- vivaldi

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀

indie, folklore

old school white wired earphones

Kazuha loves to let his spirit rest as he absorbs the feelings artists pour into their music. For him, it’s important that he can connect to the story that’s being told, either through the lyrics or the sentiment the music conveys. He opts for rather calm songs that invite you to relax even if there’s a deeper meaning to the lyrics. Music is a way for him to create his peace of mind when he can’t be out and surrounded by the sound of nature.

feather- sabrina carpenter, cardigan- taylor swift, saw you in a dream- the japanese house, to the mountains- lizzy mcalpine, let’s fall in love for the night- finneas

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈

the definition of “listens to every genre” but has a soft spot for deep and tragic lyrics paired with a funky and upbeat sound

both over-ears and earbuds; also has a collection of old wired earphones tangled together (half of them are broken too)

Venti’s Spotify account is working overtime, that app is never closed. As a former band member, he knows how to play a variety of instruments and has tried a lot of styles himself, so he’s very open minded when it comes to new genres. He also absolutely kills it at karaoke nights, even if he’s already a few drinks in. Something might actually be wrong when he’s not nodding or singing along to the music playing in his head or tapping out the beat on whatever surface is closest. In general, handing Venti the aux is a fantastic idea because he can somehow always accurately gauge what music is the right mood for the given situation. He also judges films based on the soundtrack.

夜に駆ける- yoasobi, people watching- conan gray, kingdom dance- alan menken, u- belle/millennium parade, icarus- bastille

𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

(80s) rock and metal or pop

rose-gold or white earbuds

For Aether, listening to music is the time he can let his (gorgeous) hair down. While he’s normally busy making sure everyone else is okay and is doing fine, he seldom takes the time to take care of himself. So when he can lean back and turn up the volume, it’s a very welcome breath of fresh air. The deep base and powerful voices help catalyse any feelings that might have built up over time, and, just maybe, the songs and lyrics are familiar from the time he was lost and confused about what his place in the world was. Yet, he can also appreciate the catchy tunes of popular pop songs that get stuck in his head.

killer queen- queen, master of puppets- metallica, one step closer- linkin park, valentine- måneskin, paradise- sophie and the giants/ purple disco machine

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔

your local girl group stan

branded earbuds (ahem ahem airpods)

Heizou is a very energetic person and it shows in his music taste. Not only are his playlists full of upbeat kpop girl group bangers, he also knows just about all of the corresponding dances. More often than not, you can hear him humming and whistling along even when he doesn’t have his earbuds in. It’s also a great gateway to interacting with customers; you better believe Heizou is already halfway into a conversation when he catches a glimpse of a photocard.

fancy- twice, eta- newjeans, unforgiven- le sserrafim, queencard- (g)-idle, zimzalabim- red velvet

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jester-lover · 1 year

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She's in Parties

Twisted wonderland characters with a goth girlfriend feat. Trey, Jade, Floyd, Jamil, Rook, Silver, and Lilia cw- fem! reader, confident! reader, fluff, goth author freaks out about goth music, very long post

I notice how often the fanfic community focuses in on the clothing/makeup relating to the goth subculture, and while there will be a lot of that in this post, I want more people to experience the music. I left a goth song recommendation I think fits each character, from gothic metal to softer new wave. No gatekeeping here.

Trey

Trey is definitely not knowledgeable about the goth scene, he listened to a few songs here and there, and probably had a minor emo phase in middle school

He does however enjoy the slower more melancholic goth songs you play for him, or more sweet/romantic songs

Trey is usually the one keeping law and order in his dorm, so sometimes he likes having calming activities like baking and picnics to get away from it all

Having a goth girlfriend, someone who can really understand his perceivable struggle of mundanity, and bring a spark of excitement to his life is a gift he will always appreciate

He would love body mods, like tattoos, piercings etc

Tattoos especially if they have meanings behind them, he thinks they’re like stories on your skin

This man has no clothing comprehension (fedora), he straight up doesn't care what you're wearing

He does however, really like when you wear funky jewelry, and leather jackets

Something is just so sweet about your caring attitude towards him, contrasting with your look that tends to terrify people

We would make you bat shaped cookies 100%

A song that you and Trey listen to together would be Ecstasy by Strawberry Switchblade

“Maybe if you pair the red leather pants with the fishnet top, it’ll match your makeup.”

Jade

You might look like the dark, mysterious part of your relationship, but we all know that title goes to Jade

This boy is, unnerving to say the least, but you’ve always been a fan of strange things

He absolutely adores your aesthetic, even if you tone it down for school, or wear trad goth makeup every day, he’s obsessed

I feel like jade would enjoy gothic films, like The Crow, or Nosferatu, along with a long list of horror movies

“The movie itself is a bit overwhelming, but the plot is so delightfully dark, I think you would really like it dear.”

He probably does listen to goth music, more post punk and new wave type stuff, like The Cure, so a part of your music is not new to him

But he’d love to be introduced to more vibrant gothic music (it makes for a good hiking playlist)

He loves all types of gothic makeup on you, but especially enjoys 90s’ goth makeup, with tight black eyeliner, and burgundy red lipstick

Something about the simplicity of the style, along with the somber tone of the music you listen to makes Jade’s heart flutter (if he has one)

A song that would remind you of Jade is Heaven or Las Vegas by the Cocteau Twins

Floyd

He’s a lil creepy guy himself! You guys are two peas in a pod!

Floyd loves having a goth girlfriend, the fashion, makeup, music and general aesthetic are right up his alley

We know our boy loves shoes, so he would absolutely adore it if you had a funky shoe collection, from tall and heavy platforms, to cute yet sharp winklepickers

He would love loud gothic rock, extreme music hypes him up before a big game

I read in floyd’s wiki that he dislikes restraint, so the loudness and brashness of gothic rock would be something he really enjoys

In terms of fashion, Floyd is one of the few boys who would definitely allow you to give him a makeover

Tease and gel his hair, layers of silk over fishnet and leather, you can really go all out

Be careful though, because he’s also the type to come running for hugs and kisses right when you've finished getting ready

Floyd thinks that the best looks on you are the ones that require layering, he loves seeing you look like a shapeless bat creature

His most favorite part about having you as a girlfriend is how easy it is to find you in the stands during a basketball game

Floyd definitely gives you some freaky fish nickname, like ‘anglerfish’ just because he’s a meanie like that

"Anglerfish! I found a sweater you'll love, Its got bats all over it!"

A song that Floyd would like is Head like a Hole by Nine Inch Nails

Jamil

Jamil caught your eye due partially to his dancing skills, and his hair

I mean look at it, the boy is a walking shampoo commercial

He really is clueless about goth music, you really have to keep him on the shallow side before throwing him off the deep end

“So, you like music about coffins and funerals then?”

He really does enjoy your aesthetic quite a bit, every time you come home from a day of shopping (at a thrift store most likely) he encourages you to give him a little fashion show

Kalim might have been mildly terrified the first time he saw you, but then he realized how happy you made Jamil, and accepted you!

Pre-overblot, he enjoys more angry, loud gothic rock, but after, he asks you to introduce him to some softer goth music

Jamil has always dreamed of giving his significant other a life full of joy, so sometimes he likes fantasizing about a future with you, and dancing to romantic goth songs

A song you and Jamil dance to is Heaven by The Cure

Rook

Ooolala a mysterious figure shrouded in darkness? He is intrigued

You definitely notice him, and you definitely ask him out first

(he swoons)

Rook is a perplexing character, he never really shows any interest towards your music, before suddenly turning up with a full playlist

Turns out, he’s been keeping track of the songs you mention in passing conversation and blast in your room

He loves you in long flowy black skirts, with full trad makeup, he thinks you look so beautiful

“Mon petit ange, you look absolutely breathtaking, villainous beauty like yours is dangerous!”

Rook is most definitely the of boy who goes out in the middle of the night with you for an impromptu photoshoot, or walk through a graveyard

You two have a very ‘Morticia and Gomez’ type relationship, considering just how obsessed this man is with you

He writes poems about you

Rook probably also adores romantic goth songs, especially the weirder ones

A song you two would listen to together is Temple of Love by the Sisters of Mercy

Lilia

Scene bf x goth gf

Look at him and tell me he doesn’t avidly listen to My Chem? You can’t.

You two are two birds of a feather! (a crow’s most likely)

He absolutely adores your sense of fashion, and how it aligns with his own, just be aware that if you have any cool hoodies/jackets, he will steal them from you

Speaking of clothes, he loves any of them on you, especially bat-like clothes, like black shirts/dresses with long flowy sleeves and flared pants

“Hehehe we match in both clothing and personality!”

He also listens to goth music, and considering he’s ancient, he’s probably experienced some classic bands in concert

Would love to share his most macabre stories with you, if you want to hear him ramble

Lilia is a fan of all genres of gothic music, especially the funky kinds of music often blasted in goth clubs

You two are very like minded individuals and that keeps you both very happy

A song you and Lilia would dance to is What’s Inside a Girl? By The Cramps

Silver

He’s so soft for you

You just cause fear wherever you go, and Silver’s just there, softly smiling

He doesn't listen to loud music unless he’s trying his best to stay awake, but when he is trying to sleep, he prefers the more mellow stuff

“Do you have any really calming music I can listen to?”

He cares so very little about what you wear, but he likes you in velvet so you're soft to cuddle with

Silver cares a lot about you, so if he sees people making bad remarks about you, he’ll confront them, he’s scary when he’s mad

He enjoys watching gothic movies with you too, but might fall asleep mid movie

Since the Diasomnia uniform is all black, he gets a little kick out of matching with you

A song Silver and you listen to as you lounge about is Lorelai by the Cocteau Twins

Bonus! More alternative songs that remind me of the boys :)

Trey- Linger by The Cranberries

Jade- Nocturnal Me by Echo and the Bunnymen

Floyd- Nasty by The Damned

Jamil- Kiss me, Son of God by They might be Giants

Rook- Gentlemen take Polaroids by Japan

Lilia- Time by David Bowie

Silver- Sacrifice by London after Midnight

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malgaoth · 8 months

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#nature #dark #autumn #dark art #trees and forests #black #cold #black metal #wind #black and white #melancholic #watercolor #water drops #winter

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unspokenmantra · 5 months

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#Këkht Aräkh #Wanderer #melancholic #romantic #black metal #depths #mood #🖤

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dialupmodern · 8 months

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Pilot and Machine: The Lovers

So i wrote a little story about a mech and her pilot, and i've finally worked up the confidence to post it, please be nice

CW for a few kinda gross descriptions of creatures, descriptions of violence, and some melancholic themes. (if i should add anything to this section please reach out!!)

The blistering heat of the desert sun beat relentlessly down upon the pilot, even through the labyrinthine mechanical nightmare of the mech's internals. Long ago, they had promised it relief from the heat, taken it underground into an icy laboratory, stripped it naked and wrapped it's skin with a tight suit of biotic interface material. "Self-sustaining," they had said, "No need to eat or drink in case of emergencies." They had slowly incorporated it into the biogel, a strange, frigid interface to the mech's controls and subsystems. It was odd, malleable yet firm, inescapable on one's own. Those memories felt distant and cold, now. Foreign, almost. The pilot found it irregular that it could feel the biogel against it's skin, which was radiating a feverish heat that was somehow still discernible even in the impossibly scorching desert sun. To the machine, it felt like a pit in her stomach, strangely like her first kiss, or at least what her mind told her was her first kiss. Which didn't make any sense, machines like her wouldn't have had a first kiss, let alone a need to remember far back enough for the sensation to be recalled with any detail. She paused at this series of messy thoughts, her patrol halted temporarily as the lone cloud in the sky passed overhead. She turned her head upward, gazing toward the horizon. The biogel continued getting hotter, tendrils of jet-black liquid crystal creeping through it ever closer to the pilot's burning form. Two more hours till the next suncycle, it dutifully reported. Even deep in the bowels of this mechanical beast it found joy in performing what small duties it had. The machine noted the suncycle countdown, and strained it's sensors to catch a glimpse of the half-sphere beginning to eclipse the sun. She couldn't see, and a painful twinge came to her as she remembered being scolded for looking at the sun, even when the tightly locked hexagonal panels covered it wholly. This didn't make any sense, she thought, a machine like her wouldn't have had anyone to scold her. A rippling in the sand brought the pilot and machine both into sharp focus.

Subroutines began to scream in the pilot's head, while hormones and stimulants flowed into the core crystal reservoir of the machine. They saw through the same eyes, heard the same rumbling terror, and both in harmony reached for the convertible sword upon their back. The sandwurm burst forth, horrifying speed and power behind it's strike, the sword slashing across it's body just as the wings unfurled, whipping downward in a desperate, violent attempt to escape what was, by now, it's certain fate. A second slash cleaved it's left wing in two, rending a guttural pained screech from the depths of the thing. It's mouth opened wide, millions of needled teeth and inflamed cilia attempting a last ditch gambit, some futile attempt to intimidate or eat the machine, though it was far too large, not to mention inedible. The machine's free hand hinged downward, a large metal spike emerging in an instant from it's wrist, as it's arm, already primed and ready, struck with a vicious speed. Effortlessly gliding past the creature's gaping maw, the spike passed cleanly through it's brain, sensory organs and shards of bone and tooth collecting along the base of the crude weapon as it pierced through the top of the sandwurm's skull. As the spike retracted, and the hand snapped back into place, the euphoric response began to kick in. It was built-in, a simple dopamine trigger for pilots after a combat victory at first, but it had evolved independent of the engineers and scientists. Whatever it was now was arcane to them, but it was astonishingly effective, so they let it be.

The pilot felt the tendrils of liquid crystal wrapping around it's limbs, swimming through the biogel and quenching it's fervid flesh with exploratory touch. The machine had felt every last curve before, and yet it was so beautifully new to her, as if it was her first time all over again. The machine strained, trying to remember back to her actual first time. It had been a boring, unsatisfying affair, with some man who'd caught her the right amount of drunk and depressed. She was disgusted at the thought, that was the only man she'd ever been with, and while she didn't regret it, it still wasn't something she cared to dwell on. This, however, felt like how a first time was always talked about. Exploring, feeling, purest trust and pleasure leaking into every small movement, every inch a pyre upon which insecurities and anxieties were thrown, only to be quenched by her ice-cold crystal tendrils. The pilot, for it's part, was thrashing in ecstasy, still encased and protected by the biogel, every sensation upon it's parched and fevered skin a wholly new and rapturous experience. The pair continued to bask in their sensations, barriers broken and experiences intermingling freely, as the rest of their patrol finished without incident. Neither the machine nor the pilot wanted to return to the hangar, the underground laboratory. They knew what it would mean. separation, invasive diagnostics, repetitive, difficult questions. They both felt a dread building, in their own ways.

The pilot hated being outside the biogel, aimlessly wandering the base for hours outside of it's patrol, it's purpose. It often ended up laying upon the machine's chest, locked in idle conversation until it was found and forced away again, to passionless wandering and waiting. The machine hated being alone, she always had. Loneliness wasn't a stranger to her, but a bitter old rival. A rival that had followed her all her life like a specter, reminding her what she could not have. When the pilot would come into the hangar against protocol and lay itself upon her chest and speak about anything and nothing, the loneliness left her, for a while. While her hulking metal form was essentially inert without the biogel and pilot, the sparse communication was still more than enough to keep her going in the times when her dear pilot was gone. Staring at the wall in the meantime bored her, though, and it had become positively maddening as of late. They saw the team in the hangar, just as they always were as their circular patrol route came to an end. The countenances of the engineers and scientists were dour and joyless, typical fare ever since the patrols had started in earnest. The machine was a prototype unit, something she was reminded of at every possible fucking interval, but the group had recently needed to start using the pair to properly defend the base against hostile fauna until additional mecha repair supplies could be secured.

As the gigantic blast door closed, the floor began to shudder, the impossibly large hydraulic platform lowering them into the base proper. Whenever the door closed, she dreamt of the mechs she occasionally saw with EVA units, able to breach the atmosphere and leave this godforsaken place at will. Instead, she was stuck in this sandy hell, being repeatedly lowered into a further circle. The machine always hated being disembarked, the feeling of being opened up, and everything inside removed or scrubbed so clean that it didn't feel like her anymore. It felt like losing half her mind every time, and it never got easier. The pilot hated it too, always resisting with what feeble strength it possessed, longing and fighting for the extra moments immersed in it's purpose, sharing a mind with what was, by all logic, it's only friend. And yet, the pilot was disembarked all the same, hatches opened and internals exposed. Her beloved pilot pulled reluctantly from her, resisting all the way. The biogel, thoroughly soiled, was drained away as diagnostic computers spun to life, cables plugged into ports she always forgot she had. She watched, helpless, as the pilot walked stiffly with the scientists, feeling an indescribable, choking sorrow rippling through her core as she realized she didn't remember how to breathe. Then the code surged through her, and she felt it, flowing down practiced pathways, invading her core, collecting endless data she hadn't realized she'd been storing. Small repair drones began skittering around her internals, quietly fixing any issues they found. It always made her feel so violated, her mind and body both laid bare, and relentlessly scrutinized without remorse or emotion. Despite all the anger and disquiet she felt, she hoped the results were good news.

A lone scientist with mousy brown hair curled into a loose bun, and a face worn from a life of stress, sat the pilot down and began the questioning sequence. The pilot was deeply uncomfortable, the base was all white walls, cold steel and colder air. Sterile, unlike the cockpit, it's only real home. The last vestiges of purpose clung to the pilot like a lover the morning after as it obediently answered the same questions it always did, in the same impossibly bored monotone.

"Answer each question without thinking about it, as quickly as you can."

A terse nod.

"What is your name?"

"I don't know."

"What color are your eyes?"

"I don't know."

"Where were you born?"

"I don't know."

"What year were you born?"

"I don't know."

"How old are you?"

"I don't know."

"What planet are you on?"

"I don't know."

"What are you?"

"A test pilot, selected for prototype mecha unit H6DR, final designation classified."

"You are lost in the desert. The sun has made your mouth warm and sticky. Your skin blisters and burns in the unrelenting sunlight. Shards of debris and shrapnel lay around you, remnants from the destruction of all you hold dear. You are making your way toward the head of the mech you once occupied, the only identifiable piece of wreckage. In defiance of all logic, it speaks, in a broken and distorted voice, beckoning you in a way only you would understand. What does it call you?"

"Lover."

"Are you alone?"

"Yes."

The scientist scribbled something on their clipboard. The pilot didn't want to know what it said, whatever was being written wasn't good news, of that it was sure. It had long since grown accustomed to the routine of it all, even if the questioning was supremely boring. Every time it hurt worse, every time the unjustifiable urge to snatch the clipboard out of her hand and throw it through the glass window got a little harder to resist. It hated the questions, they weren't anything but a formality, another roadblock to what it was meant to do, what it so desperately needed to do. And yet, ever since they'd started sending it out with the machine, to do it's job, they had only gotten more hostile toward the pair. Why did they get so angry at them, for only doing what they'd been made to do, what they were both built to do? Hollow tears rolled involuntarily down the pilot's flushed cheeks, it's face contorted into a mask of pure agony, but it didn't make a sound. Through the tears of rage and pain, it saw the scientist wince, clutching her clipboard tight, protecting her precious data, even as basic human empathy clawed at her heart. There was a distance there it knew all too well. It wasn't human, not in their eyes. The pilot so desperately wanted to disagree with her, to scream and flail and prove, somehow, that it was human. But it knew the truth, and in spite of all the illogical, unjustifiable want in it's heart, it was proud.

The scientists and engineers convened in a room, a feed of the hangar cameras relegated to a small monitor on a corner table. The main presentation screen was filled with data, 3-dimensional models, graphs, and spreadsheets. The air in the room was heavy, almost humid with a sense of panic, yet beneath it all, the same icy dread. Everyone in the room was silent, looking at notes and back to the main screen, confirming what was all but written out for them. One scientist finally spoke up, the scientist who had taken the pilot's questions. "I think it's clear that we've gone far past the experimental stage. If she goes back into that mech, she isn't coming back out." Another piped up, a gruff, older man with graying brownish hair, whose lab coat clung to him with a desperation that spoke to his true aptitude. "She's already not coming back. You've seen the test results, we all have. They've each become too much of the other." He bowed his head solemnly before continuing, "Separating them would be an extraordinary act of cruelty." "But what can we do? They're the only mech/pilot team we have left! How are we going to-" she stopped herself. An uncomfortable truth had finally pushed itself to the front of her mind, one that everyone else in the room had long since realized.

As the scientists went off to their meeting, the pilot hid behind the same rack it always did, the first chance it got. It was skilled at this by now, and they all seemed rather distracted today. Within minutes of the door closing, the pilot was back in the hangar. "You came back," spoke the titanic machine, heard only through the cybernetic nerves linked to the pilot's ears. "Of course I did, I always do. Sorry it took so long." The pilot began climbing the machine, and as it's skin touched the cold metal of her body, it inexplicably felt a little better. It knew every inch of the machine, in a deeply personal way, a way it knew the scientists would never understand. It found it's usual spot, a dent on her chest they never bothered to hammer out. The pilot loved this spot, not least because it could still see her face. "I hate it here," she said, her synthesized voice carrying a slightly distressing amount of emotion. "I never asked to be here, I just want to be with you, a part of you." The pilot took pause, staring at it's hands before replying, "And I, you. We were built for each other, and whatever we are now, they can't understand. But we're still made for each other." The machine felt so many emotions making ripples in her core, different frequencies all crashing together, making it hard for her to think. She opened the cockpit, catching the pilot somewhat off guard. "It's hard to… ugh, it's hard to think without you there. I can't move, I can't let my thoughts out. It's all just waves and frequencies, always hitting walls. Please." The pilot slid carefully from it's now precarious position and into the cockpit, breaking the surface of the fresh biogel. As it was fully engulfed, it felt the tendrils of the liquid crystal flowing down and in. One of the tendrils formed a hand, and reached out to grip the pilot's.

"That's better," the machine spoke, her voice already noticeably softer than it had been. "It is," the pilot replied, it's normally stiff body going limp, save for the hand, gently holding the mass of liquid crystal interlocked with it. "I've been thinking y'know, but it's so limiting. Without you, I feel like I can't fully form ideas." "So, let's walk through it together." The pilot's calm, logical reassurances comforted the machine, setting her mind back on track. "What if we left? Just didn't come back to the base?" The pilot's brow furrowed, deep in thought. "C'mon, all the other mech teams did it! I'm sure we could find EVA equipment somewhere around here, if anyone could rig it, it's you!" The pilot spoke, calmly and evenly, "There wouldn't be any need. We already have EVA capabilities." "What?! Since when?" "It's been part of a slow series of upgrades, ever since we started going on excursions. I expect they've done their best to keep it from you." The pilot felt the hand tightening around it's own, another tendril reaching out to touch it's face tenderly, wiping away tears it didn't even know were there. "W-we could go? Whenever we want to?" "Yes. We wouldn't have many options after leaving, but we would be free, as it were. Together." More tendrils flowed into the biogel, surrounding the pilot in something that could almost be called a hug. "That," the machine said, voice vibrating through every tendril, "is the best news I have ever heard." The pilot felt itself smile, surrendering itself to the embrace of the machine.

"Th-they're going to let us die here, aren't they?" the scientist whimpered, eyes welling with tears and looking desperately for reassurance at a table full of people who wouldn't, no, couldn't look her in the eye. "Program was deemed a failure," the gruff man spoke at last, a barely perceptible catch in his voice, "they extracted all the standard teams one by one. That's why they haven't been coming back. We're to keep reporting data on H6DR until we run out of supplies, then-" He stopped himself, not willing to say what they had told him to do, to order his team to do. "Supposedly they'll send a rescue ship, but it's not looking likely." The scared scientist at the front of the room leaned herself against the large screen for support, and sobbed there, for a while. The gruff man looked on in quiet horror, as his heart broke. "I've been working on a project, something we might be able to do, but only if we surrender to the enemy forces." "The backup? I guess that could be a good enough bargaining chip. Wait, what about H6DR?" "A total loss. Honestly, I'm surprised it hasn't run yet. But whatever it does now isn't our concern. It deserves that freedom." "So what are we doing, then?" The gruff man stood, gesturing to the monitor in the corner, showing the pilot entering the cockpit of the mech. "We aren't interfering with the last phase of our experiment. Once it's gone, we unload the backup, send a distress call to the enemy, and hope they don't bomb us to hell."

The pilot and the machine were entwined completely within the biogel, minds and bodies a blur. The sensations pulsing through the both of them were indescribable, a pure and deepest joy, the feeling of getting home on the first day of summer vacation. Endorphins, hormones, snippets of euphoric response code, and combat stimulants all swirled throughout the steel behemoth. The scientists watching the readouts were perplexed, as the two continued to bond in so many arcane and beautiful ways. The pilot's body continuously convulsed in pure pleasure, waves cascading through every last system and wire, every atom of the liquid crystal core that flowed like a waterfall down the machine's spine and through it's heart. The two minds, pressed so tightly together and communicating, finally communicating correctly, spoke to each other in perfect harmony. "Lover," they spoke, in unison. The scientists heard them speak aloud through the monitor, for the first time. "Lover." The scientist at the front of the room started crying again. "I get it now. I understand." She looked up at the gruff man, who pulled her into a tight hug. "You have no idea. Neither do they."

The lovers took their first steps outside, into the darkened desert. The semt-transparent hexagonal panels of the Dyson sphere eclipsing the sun entirely, casting an eerie half-light as far as the horizon. They dug into their systems, their true synchronization revealing things they didn't even realize were there. The booster jets in their flight system, the railgun in their arm, the convertible sword's full potential. Every system at 100%, green lights across every panel and a violent euphoria coursing through them. They crouched, initiating a liftoff sequence that they had never once performed, but felt entirely natural to them. The sand turned to a crude glass beneath the heat of the boosters, fusion reactors spilling a deluge of their excess heat into the ground. A sandwurm pack rumbled ominously toward them, the leader leaping forward with murderous intent. On instinct, the concealed railgun deployed, piercing a hole straight through the beast's gaping maw and out the other side. The surge of emotion and ecstasy intensified, boosters screaming for liftoff, knees of steel momentarily buckled before springing up higher than they ever had. A missile salvo loosed itself from an integrated rack in their shoulder, catching the three other horrid things in a cascade of explosive power, shrapnel and molten sand blasting relentlessly against their soft bodies. They didn't even look back, feeling the euphoria of a job well done and letting it carry them up, up, up. When they finally breached the atmosphere, they heard radio chatter explode into their head. Through all the chatter, they heard a familiar voice, the scientist with the loose, messy bun and the stress-worn face. It sounded like she was crying as she spoke, "Goodbye, and good luck. I'm so sorry, for everything." The mech felt another surge of emotion, something different from the euphoric response, rawer and more difficult to parse. Another message came through, directed specifically at them, "Unidentified craft, exiting the troposphere, please identify or we will fire." The mech paused, unable to locate the source of the transmission, or even a possibility of such. "We are mecha unit HDR-VI. Shorthand designation: The Lovers." They didn't wait for a response, they simply engaged their boosters and flew, savoring freedom while they could.

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Love your work! Felix and Demetri(separate) saving their mate after an accident(either a car accident, she falls in a lake, anything else in mind) Please and thank you!

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✭ pairing : demetri volturi x reader x felix volturi

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : (y/n) is the mate of demetri volturi and felix volturi , and one night on her way home she’s involved in a accident that leaves her injured beyond repair

✭ authors note : this shit sad

✭ twilight masterlist

Felix Volturi :

The night was draped in obsidian, a tapestry of stars that glistened above, offering a faint glimmer of hope in the darkness. (Y/N) was behind the wheel, her thoughts consumed by the anticipation of reuniting with Felix, her mate in the Volturi coven. The road stretched before her, a ribbon of asphalt cutting through the dense forest, shrouded in shadows.

The dashboard clock blinked 2:37 AM as (Y/N)'s car rumbled along the winding path. The occasional passing headlights of other vehicles were rare companions in this lonely stretch of road. Despite the late hour, a thread of excitement ran through her veins; she was nearing the end of her journey to see Felix once more.

But fate, it seemed, had darker plans in store.

A blinding cascade of light suddenly erupted from the opposite lane, cutting through the inky blackness. A drunk driver, reckless and oblivious to the world, had veered into (Y/N)'s lane. Panic surged through her as she instinctively swerved, her grip on the steering wheel tightening in a desperate bid to avoid the impending collision.

Tires screeched, and the world spun into chaos. Metal clashed with metal, a deafening crash that reverberated through the night. (Y/N)'s car was sent careening off the road, its momentum hurling it towards the cliffside. Time seemed to stretch as her heart hammered in her chest, the impending disaster unfolding in slow motion.

The edge of the cliff came into view, a yawning abyss that seemed to beckon her with icy fingers. Her fingers clenched the wheel as her car teetered on the precipice, gravity's relentless pull tugging at her. Then, with a heart-wrenching plunge, her world was consumed by darkness as her vehicle plummeted into the depths below.

The impact was a symphony of shattering glass, twisting metal, and the roar of the ocean that eagerly swallowed her car. Water rushed in, a frigid embrace that enveloped (Y/N) and dragged her deeper into the depths. Panic surged within her chest, bubbles escaping her lips as she struggled against the current.

But as moments turned into agonizing minutes, her strength waned. The weight of the water pressed upon her, her lungs screaming for air that was cruelly out of reach. Memories flashed before her eyes – moments with Felix, shared laughter, stolen kisses – a lifetime condensed into mere seconds.

In the hushed depths of the ocean, the world grew dimmer, the stars above now a distant memory. And as the last vestiges of consciousness slipped away, (Y/N)'s thoughts turned to Felix, her mate who awaited her arrival, unaware of the tragedy that had befallen her on this fateful night.

The night remained silent, the ocean's embrace unyielding, as it claimed (Y/N) – a life extinguished in the shadow of the very stars that had once held so much promise.

Demetri Volturi :

The moon hung low in the inky sky, casting a melancholic glow over the winding road that led to Volterra. (Y/N), the beloved mate of Demetri Volturi, embarked on a treacherous journey to visit him. The late hour added an air of mystery and danger to the already ominous atmosphere.

(Y/N) gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white with tension. The road stretched out before her, seemingly endless and desolate, devoid of any signs of life. The rhythmic hum of the engine provided her with some solace, a familiar companion on this lonely path.

As the minutes turned into hours, fatigue began to creep into her bones, clouding her mind and weighing heavily on her eyelids. She fought bravely against the exhaustion, knowing that she had to reach Demetri's side, no matter the cost.

But fate had other plans in store for her that fateful night. A sudden blinding light pierced through the darkness, illuminating the road ahead. Panic gripped (Y/N)'s heart as she realized the oncoming car was veering uncontrollably, swaying from lane to lane.

In a frantic attempt to avoid the impending collision, (Y/N) swerved sharply, her car skidding and spinning out of control. Time seemed to slow down as her heart pounded in her chest. The screeching tires echoed in the night, drowned out only by her terrified screams.

With a sickening thud, the two cars collided, metal against metal, shattering the silence of the night. The force of the impact sent (Y/N)'s car hurtling towards the edge of a cliff. In a heart-stopping moment, her vehicle teetered precariously on the edge before gravity claimed its victory.

The world turned upside down as (Y/N)'s car plummeted into the abyss below, crashing into the unforgiving waters of the ocean. The impact was merciless, shattering glass and drowning out any remaining hope. Water rushed in, engulfing the vehicle, trapping (Y/N) within its suffocating embrace.

As the murky depths swallowed (Y/N) whole, her heartbeat faded into a distant echo, mingling with the sounds of the crashing waves. Darkness closed in around her, a final curtain falling on a life cut short.

Demetri, unaware of the tragedy that had befallen his beloved mate, anxiously awaited her arrival, oblivious to the cruel twist of fate that had snatched her away. Little did he know that his world was about to crumble, leaving him to face an unbearable loss.

And so, the night claimed its victims, leaving behind a shattered heart and a soul consumed by grief. The echoes of (Y/N)'s existence lingered, forever etched in the memories of those who loved her, her absence a painful reminder of the fragility of life.

Demetri and Felix :

The night was draped in an inky blackness, a canvas painted with the faint glow of stars that seemed far too distant to offer any solace. (Y/N) was on a journey that held both excitement and trepidation, her heart racing with the weight of the news she carried. A secret smile played on her lips as she navigated the winding roads, her thoughts consumed by the impending reunion with her mates, Felix and Demetri of the Volturi coven.

The dashboard clock ticked 1:45 AM as (Y/N)'s car hummed along the desolate stretch of road. The night air whispered promises of the unknown, and the headlights of other passing vehicles were rare companions in this lonely journey. Her heart danced with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty – tonight, she would share with Felix and Demetri the incredible news that she was carrying their child, a hybrid of their supernatural bloodlines.

Yet, as fate would have it, the road ahead held a darkness that eclipsed even the starless sky.

A pair of oncoming headlights suddenly materialized in the distance, piercing through the shadows like twin beacons of impending doom. The other car swerved erratically, betraying the signs of a driver who had succumbed to fatigue. Horror knotted (Y/N)'s stomach as she realized the danger, her grip on the steering wheel tightening involuntarily.

Desperation drove her to react, her reflexes a blur as she veered to avoid the collision. Tires screeched in protest, a chorus of metal meeting metal rang out, and her car was sent spiraling off the road. The world became a cacophony of chaos as her vehicle careened towards the edge of the cliff, the abyss below hungrily awaiting its sacrifice.

The cliffside rushed forward with merciless speed, and the world seemed to slow as her car teetered on the brink. The abyss beckoned, a void that threatened to swallow her, their child, and her dreams whole. For a heart-stopping instant, time hung suspended, then the weight of gravity's pull claimed her, and she was cast into a terrifying freefall.

The impact with the water was a deafening roar – a symphony of shattering glass and twisting metal as the ocean embraced her car. Water rushed in, engulfing her in its icy tendrils, and the world became a swirling blur of darkness and turmoil. Panic clenched her chest as she fought against the current, her instincts screaming for survival.

But as precious air dwindled, as seconds stretched into an eternity of suffocating darkness, her strength began to ebb. Her mind reeled as memories of Felix and Demetri flashed before her eyes – their love, their laughter, their shared dreams – a life she had hoped to share with them, now cruelly slipping through her fingers.

In the shadowed depths of the ocean, the stars that had once held promise were now cold and distant. Each heartbeat was a struggle, each gasp for air met with crushing despair. And as her consciousness waned, her thoughts turned to Felix and Demetri, her mates who awaited her return, unaware of the heart-wrenching tragedy that had shattered her world on this unforgiving night.

The night remained silent, the ocean's embrace unyielding, as it claimed (Y/N) and the life she had carried within her – a future extinguished, leaving behind shattered dreams and a love that would forever remain unfinished.

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