#poor xeno

[localeldritchhorrornamedgar]

He was crawling, trying to at least get to a form of safety. Skull's pack mates were here and one of them hurt him. His green blood leaving behind a trail, one he will have to get rid of. It hurt so bad that it slowed him down, leaning against the wall for support. It wasn't until the arguing stopped and the sound of someone angry yelled out "Where did that fucker go?" stopping he hears the sound of footsteps drawing closer. Before the sound of a click, the sound of safety going off as 1 has taught him, the same angry voice spoke again "If you take one more step forward, i'll put another hole in ya'", the wound in his stomach throbbed at the mention of it. Looking over his shoulder to see the figure standing there, pointing the gun right at him, only this time at his head. He released a deep hiss that seemed to vibrate the wound, before long he felt a sharp nick in his arm. Looking down he finds a needle, and whatever was in that needle made his vision go swim. Before he fell to the ground, he heard Skull's panicked voice, "THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" and at his worry tone, he slipped off into slumber.

@phantom-ares0 I heard part of a song (it was bruno is orange) and thought about the comic I made a while ago. It was specifically near the end that I remembered this comic and this continuation came to mind 😭 sorry not sorry :)

#male xeno reader #he's probably fine #xeno male reader x ghost #i fuck with bruno is orange #also they took him back to base and he has to he in quarantine #so does ghost #but soap makes fun of him #probably makes an alien std joke #ghost is freaking out bc he believes xeno might be dead #this is where the brief xeno and shepherd interactions happen #poor xeno #he is literally being put through the ringer #dont worry he'll get graham crackers.

[aeriona]

Atax absolutely hates his coworkers.

#Poor guy had to get a desk job after a career in espionage 😔 #my art #splatoon #xeno tag #xeno octoling #xeno inkling #octoling #inkling #octopus #squid #octoling oc #blue ringed octoling #blue ringed octopus #splatoon art #art meme

[robot-roadtrip-rants]

finished blades of damocles last night. no idea if it's a good tau book but it's a damn good ultramarines book. helmet debate is peak ultramarines experience, cmv. gonna write numitor banging sicarius nasty-style ok good night

#warhammer 40k #blades of damocles #cato sicarius #jorus numitor #they did not get to murder all the filthy xenos #poor babies :( #all those mecha left unstabbed! #all that xenotech left unburnt! #what's a pair of horrible fascist murder machines to do??

[splickedylit]

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dave Strider/Karkat Vantas, Gamzee Makara & Karkat Vantas Characters: Gamzee Makara, Karkat Vantas, Dave Strider Additional Tags: Stitches, Language Barrier, I guess brief pale cuckolding although that is a bonkers tag to put on a fic, Alternate Universe - No Sburb/Sgrub Sessions, Alternate Universe - Feferi Took Over, Xeno Summary:

Karkat's moirail meets his matesprit. It goes alright. Nothing's exploding yet, anyway. Karkat just has to translate, and mediate, and fix Dave, and keep Gamzee in line, and not flip his shit. Fucking easy. It's all under control. -- Gamzee's moirail introduces him to his little alien flushcrush. It goes alright. Just the human's freaking out, and then Karkat's freaking out, and then when Gamzee goes to fix it it gets worse for some reason. It's not like the little squishy motherfuckers count as quadrants. So who knows what the big motherfucking deal is. -- Dave's boyfriend brings around his other boyfriend, and Dave has an educational experience on the subject of quadrants. It goes alright. Except the guy's a handsy dick who doesn't speak basically any English and wears clown makeup. And Karkat seems to be making some kind of romance power-move at him to prove a point. And Dave's dripping blood all over his favorite pair of sweatpants.

#Homestuck #Splickedydrabbles #Gamzee Makara #Karkat Vantas #Dave Strider #Gamkar #Miracrails #Davekat #anyway this was mostly an excuse to write some xeno and dave and gamzee having to wear their get-along shirt (it's covered in blood) #I mostly wanted to write humans being confused about quadrants and a heavy focus on troll vs alien anatomy and also #language barrier because I find that fun #poor karkat the only person in this situation who understands what both of the other two are saying

[codenamehazard]

.:Down the Rabbit Hole:.

Chapter 31: Down the Rabbit Hole

Hey guys!

Time to keep following Cole on this rigmarole of a rabbit chase and see what happens next now that he's in the big top that gives Tri-Point its name!

Without further ado, let's jump in!

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“Alright, you damned rabbit. This game’s gone on long enough!!”

I rip random shit out from their places as I search high and low for this antlered thorn in my side, not really caring what it is or who it might belong to. I don’t know what it’s trying to get at, but it’s only going to make things so much worse for it when I get my hands on it. “How do I see myself?” What kind of mind games is it trying to play; Especially with asking that while I was literally looking in a damn mirror? The answer is literally staring me in the face! I’m me! Always have been.

That damn question though… It circles in my head more than I’d like, fucking vultures riding a rising current of hot air. While yes, it is true that I haven’t physically changed much, but I have. God I hate to admit it, but so much has changed that I’m not even sure who I am anymore. Everything that made me the man I was is gone, torn asunder and ashes in the wind. Zeke’s been dead for what… Two, three years? Trish has been gone longer still. Empire City is crater, courtesy of John. Wouldn’t be surprised if it’s been deemed the US’s own Chernobyl or something.

Any ties I had to that old life is just… Gone. Save for whatever tiny scraps I managed to salvage… The life I had planned for, the life I wanted, will never come to be.

It’s not helped by the fact that I’ve been nothing more than either some kind of errand boy or a puppet on fucking strings ever since I was popped out of my mother. Any choice I made was either deemed incorrect, wrong or the choice was outright taken away! At this point, I’ve stopped trying.

Now I’m starting to understand the question and my answer is: “Does it fucking matter?”

My rampage in the big top continues on, leaving debris of knocked over furniture, confetti and dust in my wake when I think I see a plume of purple in my periphery. I turn my head to look, but see nothing, probably just glitter or some shit like that. However, I do spot another flash, another mirror. What a fucking coincidence.

I try to ignore it and focus on my task of finding that damn rabbit, but every time I see glimpses of my reflection, my curiosity grows… I eventually just say “fuck it” and walk over.

I make note of the mirror now that I’m actually looking at it. It’s one of those full, stand-up mirrors you find in those old as fuck mansions that are definitely not haunted. I know those ghost stories and while those kinds of things were more Zeke’s wheelhouse, with the “Killer Clown” vibes this place has going on? I’m not taking any chances… Especially with a circus full of Conduits.

I walk to the mirror, making sure I’m far enough away that should some fucking “Ringu” or “Grudge” thing be hiding in the mirror tries to grab me or some shit like that I can jump back out of reach, but close enough to see my full body in the reflective glass.

Damn… There’s a lot more change than I thought now that I look at myself fully.

My skin actually looks half-way healthy, slightly tanned from being cooked in the sun and bringing out the freckles that I had as a kid. The only hint of the pale, sickly grey that I’m used to seeing all over my body is focused on the scar that tracked across my chest like spider lightning through the clouds. First time in a long time I get to see that painful reminder.

I look at my clothes and it hammers home just how much I’ve changed, it’s honestly strange. I can see bits and pieces of someone new, yet it’s still my face, still my scars… I can almost feel my mind starting to struggle a bit. Trying to decide who this person in the mirror is even though I know it’s still me.

As I’m having a slight identity crisis, I hear something whisper in my ear. “How do you think others see you?”

A Punch Blast rips from my hands as I whirl around with a start, sending a popcorn machine and some heavy props flying in its wake. I scan the area, ready to fry the bastard that’s been toying with me ever since I stepped into this madhouse. I growl loudly as my frustration grows, seeing nothing. 

“Hey, fuzzy lil’ fucker!” I shout out, my accent starting to slip more than I’d like. “Stop fuckin’ aroun’ with me and face me!” 

All I get is crickets as I sweep the area, looking for hide or hair of the pain in my ass, but of fucking course, the rabbit is nowhere to be seen. I am getting so sick and tired of all of these games.

If I was a less stubborn man, I would have given up at this point and head back to the hospital to take a long-ass nap. Sadly, I am not a less stubborn man and I want that bunny made into a pair of leather gloves for all the grief it’s put me through.

What I didn’t know is that I’m in for one hell of a shock myself when I turn around and face the mirror again.

Staring back at me isn’t myself… It doesn’t even look human, it looks closer to a living storm, not a shred of humanity to be seen in its crimson eyes. It almost frightened me. Yet…. Somehow I knew that it’s still me.

It’s twisted and monstrous, even more so than how I am in my Beast form… Or is that not my Beast form and what I’m looking at is supposed to be what it’s actually supposed to look like? I remember John’s whole shtick was being a giant magma golem of a monster and I could never figure out how to get that.

I growl and shake my head before dismissing the reflection and walking away, remembering the question and guessing that’s what the mirror was showing; how others saw me.That I couldn’t give less of a rat’s ass about. Not surprising in the least that people saw me less as an actual person and more of a monster or a force of nature, something soulless and without care. It’s honestly nothing new to me.

I’ve been a reject of society ever since I knew what that was. Always casted aside: mocked, shunned and scapegoated in some way, shape or form. So how is this any different? Always a fuck-up, so fucking what? It’s a non-issue at this point. They can think however they want, as long as those dumb shits stay the hell out of my way, then there will be no issues.

My search for Bugs Bunny’s horned cousin continues when I think I see something else furry, a fluffy looking tabby cat sitting on a chest. Not what I’m looking for, but okay.

Though as I look at it, I can’t tell if it’s the color of my lightning or what, but I swear this cat was an odd color… Almost blending in with the hue my sparks bathed the area in, but it was definitely an unnatural color for a cat, pink? Purple? I couldn’t tell, nor did I care.

I try to get close so I can get a better look at the feline, but as I did, the cat turns to purple smoke and flits away. Are you fucking kidding me?!? First a white rabbit who can teleport, now a purple-y cat that can turn to smoke, what’s next? Am I gonna stumble across a giant ass caterpillar smoking from a hookah or something?!? I watch the wisp dart around, the sight feeling familiar for some odd reason.

I don’t have much time to ponder that before it dashes off, prompting me to go after it.

“Maybe this fucker will lead me its little bunny friend.” I think to myself before following it through the big top and find it went through a door. I narrow my eyes in suspicion, this reeks of a trap, yet something keeps telling me to push forward. Is it my curiosity? My stubbornness? Or is it me thinking that I’ve made it this far in, might as well how deep this goes?

Doesn’t matter which it is as I follow the smoke inside.

Through the door, I am damn near blinded by the amount of light my dark-adjusted eyes were subjected to, forcing me to cover them until they had readjusted. I remove my hands and my jaw falls open at the sight I see.

That cat lead me into a fucking mirror maze.

“What’s with all the goddamn mirrors?!” I growl out loud as I look around, seeing myself at damn near every conceivable angle. The scowl on my face deepens the more I see my reflections, I already don’t like seeing myself, let alone being stuck in a room that’s nothing but myself. It infuriates me to no end. It’s almost dizzying and disorienting with everything reflecting everything else. I start to step back, I’m getting in over my head. I need to get out so I can regroup and…

A voice stops my thoughts dead in its tracks as an all too familiar voice hisses in my ear, full of venom and cruelty.

“Do you want to see who you really are?”

The door behind me slams shut with a deafening “BANG” as I try to get out. There was nothing to grab hold of and no way to force it open, it’s flushed with the wall. I’m stuck in here and that damned voice laughs at my struggle and plight. I fire off an Alpha Blast to blow the door open, but it bounces off the reflection and damn near hits me in the process. I can feel my heart start to race as the fact sinks in more and more. I’m trapped in this damned maze.

I slowly turn around, knowing what I have to do, but what I see behind me… My eyes widen as I can feel the color drain from my face, my blood runs cold as I face what is my worst fear made manifest.

“No…”

#infamous #infamous 2 #cole macgrath #demon of empire city #infamous: no man's land #xeno writes #Poor Cole #Things are a bit topsy turvy #It's only going to get worse. #:) #Let's see how far he falls.

[dumbthink]

@inrovina ... liked.

the ice thing is kind of a lot to process. and nadine is handling great. "..so is it like, offensive for me to call y'cool?"

#inrovina #nadine discovers xeno's powers. poor guy #& ㅤ * ㅤ met you in a dream ㅤ ╰ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ main arc.

[epiceneandroid]

days 2-4 (sorry, pixlr free edition only has 3 edits a day and i’m terrible at every other editing software. forgive me) of @cocajimmycola‘s icon event: least favorite character, character i relate to, and fave ship!

presenting: heavengender gill, knightmaidic colonel.exe, and angled aroace sakura x lesbian karin!

one day i will add image descriptions but i’m very tired and my arm is sore from making transparents. forgive me.

#oh god if there's any street fighter fans on mogaiblr that will understand WHY i hate gill you will get a follow and SO many gender hoard #stashing if your genders (neo xeno or anthro) are relatable #it seems that a lot of mogaiblr street fighter fans LIKE gill and i'm like. why. why. #i am not the type of person who makes fun of people for poor reading comprehension but fans SHOULD recognize gill represents #catholic and orthodox fundamentalism and religious abuse that occurs in those institutions that's basically what nakayama is setting up #teddy's self imposed mogai character icon challenge

[seraphsfire]

y'all earlier Jade was sleeping on my tummy so sweetly ;-; i got so emotional over how much i love her that i cried?, i love that tiny little goblin. Mayhaps I will go back to sleep just to cuddle her some more;-;

#i just feel so bad that shes so itchy it reminded me of when xeno was sick :( #at least she's not in danger just uncomfortable :'( poor angel

[xenocg]

Guess who had to redo Sable's family tree for the FOURTH TIME because Skylanders Academy loooves secret family plot twists

#xeno posts #skylanders #skylanders academy #poor sable is gonna have the hardest time on the family tree assignment #idk where aurora would even go at this point #like is she supposed to be strykores daughter or what

[monmuses]

Your Last Words

     He suddenly grew eerily quiet. Those words... were ones he wanted to say to someone. Someone that partially raised him into who he is now.

#// *the 'someone' is his parents #// *i did this in discord last night but never made the post #// *poor xeno... #✨{𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔢; (𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔢) #✨{𝔶𝔬𝔲’𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔰𝔩𝔬𝔴! 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔯𝔶 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫?; (𝔵𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔢𝔰)

[guttersniper]

@inrovina​ said: “you’ll hurt yourself.”

masque of sapphire.

he wedges his weight a little nearer to the crux where his branch meets the tree’s core. almost as though he might blend and blur into the wood and leaves, and stop xeno fussing about it altogether.

“ ‘m fine. “ he looks across the landscape given to him from this view, sprawling. 

#u know he climbed that thing like a damn monkey #poor xeno left in the dust #inrovina #v. modern. #answered.

[localeldritchhorrornamedgar]

@phantom-ares0 I COULDNT TAKE WHAT I DISHES OUT SO I MADE IT SO XENO WAS HAVING A NIGHTMARE ABOUT IT 😭😭😭

DW HE SLEEBY BY THE 141 DURING THEIR MOVIE NIGHT

XENO IS FINE 😭 HES NOT DEAD OR ENDANGERED BC OF FIRE!!!!!!

LOVE THE ALIEN PUPPY BOI, NEXT SKETCH PAGE WOULD BE HIM TRYING ON DIFFERENT CLOTHES AND MAYBE A SUGGESTIVE ONE FOR THE AFTER DARK ACCOUNT 😭

Also!!!!! peeps you can dm me or reblog for what clothes he should wear!!!!! it can be anything that isn't to like, idk, dark? (basically the whole basic dni stuff like pedos, zoos, whatever else, because i do not tolerate that and will drop kick you to the moon)

#xeno puppy will live long and prosperous #he has done nothing wrong #and he will continue to do nothing wrong #hes so silly #just a silly little guy #ghost gives him smooches bc of the nightmare don't worry ghost said so himself #xeno puppy just wants to be by his team #he had a nightmare :( #poor little bby #but ghost and 141 made him feel better :) #he sleeby #he sleeby and neeby to sleeb

[scribbledghost]

So I read your one with a xenomorph and I had a small headcanon idea, that the reader has a xenomorph as a pet but it acts like a lazy dog a lot of the time and yautja is just like "WHY IS IT IN THE HOUSE! IT CAN KILL YOU!" and the xenomorph is just on the floor asleep next to reader who actually thought it was just a weird looking dog but you don't have to write it if your not comfortable with it, have a good day!

Note: I love this mental image lol. I hope you have a good day too!!

When your yautja mate comes in and sees a living, breathing xenomorph on your floor, he loses it.

He grabs you and hauls you to the other side of the room, his shoulder cannon loaded and aimed at the critter that's still snoring away.

Angry chitters and growls aplenty, because as far as he's concerned, this thing is threatening his mate.

You, meanwhile, are confused as hell.

Probably lots of back and forth between you and your yautja, partially because you keep telling him that you can't understand his native language.

He sees the creature is still asleep, so he carefully translates for you.

"Dangerous. Will kill you."

"...what, that?? Isn't it just some... I dunno, weird dog? Its not like he does much other than sleep, he's fine."

"Dog?? Dog??? This is kiande amedha!! Yautja hunt to become blooded!!"

The xeno is still asleep. Still snoring. Kinda drooling even.

Good thing their saliva isn't acidic like their blood or the carpet would be in trouble.

Your yautja hasn't moved. You're still stood (or rather, pushed) behind him.

Poor guy is in the midst of a heart attack.

You try telling him that the xeno doesn't really... do anything. He just sleeps a lot. Like an old, lazy dog.

"Not keeping in house."

"We can't just let him sleep outside! That'd be cruel!"

"Not. In. House."

Once the xeno wakes up and just sort of lumbers towards you, the yautja cages you in with the sound of a growl.

The xeno, meanwhile, just sort of clicks in confusion.

"He's not dangerous. See?"

You even reach out a hand and run it along the xeno's head before your yautja can stop you.

It takes some time for the yautja to... adjust to the new houseguest.

I don't know that he'll ever really come around to liking it lol, but at least he begrudgingly allows it to stay.

Just give him the sad eyes when you ask to keep the xeno. He'll give in eventually.

#yautja #yautja x reader #predator #predator x reader #ghost scribbles

[ryusuisloveinterest]

Hi! Since it's almost Christmas, could you write headcanons of how Ryusui, Senku, Stanley and Tsukasa would spend Christmas with their s/o (fem or gn reader) and their family (their children or the reader's family).

Bye and thank you for the 2 last requests !

This is so late I’m so sorry I’ve been very busy with finals! I tried to include reader’s family as best as I could do I hope you enjoy. If it’s not what you were looking for then you can always ask again. Thank you for your patience 💕💕

Ryusui, Senku, Stanley, and Tsukasa’s Christmas with their s/o🎄❤️

Ryusui:

he probably thinks Christmas is all about the presents

So on Christmas Day there will probably be trucks full of gifts, all for you! Please there’s no reason for him to have that much money

BUT-

You have to teach him that there are other things to enjoy other than just a pile of presents

The first time he watched a Christmas movie with you and your is DEFINITELY a core memory for him

Your matching pajamas, the way you snuggle into him and sharing the hot chocolate you prepared, the echo of your laugh filling his ears, and at the very end how you kiss him and thank him for spending Christmas with you

He completely melts

He’s so in love, he just wants moments with you like this all the time.

The only Christmases he remembers are just his dad and uncle basically throwing him into a room full of gifts and leaving for a Christmas vacation somewhere 

So having genuine time with you and your family and sharing your love with each other makes him so happy he might even tear up a bit my poor baby😭

Now it’s tradition for the both of  you to do something like that every year❤️

Senku:

He spends it in the lab 💀 

You have to drag him out of there

You have to BEG him to back cookies with you

“Come on Senku! Please! It’s like chemistry, we have to mix a bunch of stuff together!”

After 30 minutes of begging he finally caved

Of course Senku knows all the perfect measurements to everything so the only thing you really had to do was mix the ingredients together

Your mom and dad did keep him busy with random conversations though

In the living room you can hear them whispering about something but you don’t know what

The cookies tasted great!

After you both said goodbye to your family and your mom hugged the crap outta him you both headed back home.

“You don’t have to stay, Senku. I’m ok with you going back to the lab. I just wanted to spend time with you…”

And with that he leaves-

You sit in the living room, bummed out that Senku left again

THEN

Senku comes back with a small box and a huge blush

“Here…”

You were super shocked when you opened it up 

“Senku…this ring, it’s platinum right? You didn’t really…”

“It’s what the old man would’ve wanted. And…it’s what I want too…” 

Was he really..?

You started to cry

Senku didn’t know what to do 

You just held each other and told each other how much you loved one another, excited about the future with each other 

Stanley:

Stanley was on a mission during Christmas

So, Xeno invited you and your family to a Christmas party he and his colleagues were hosting

You really didn’t want to go, especially since you wouldn’t know anyone and Stanley wasn’t with you

But Xeno was still your friend so you decided to show up for him

You and your relatives stand there awkwardly in one of the door frames as Xeno and his colleagues talk about whatever project they were working on

You dad and mom go find some of the snacks and your siblings (if you have any) go causing trouble somewhere

There you were by yourself in the corner

“You look lonely over here under the mistletoe Miss. May i accompany you?”

You knew that voice 

You look up to see your boyfriend 

“Stanley!”

You practically jump on him, wrapping your small arms around his much bigger body

He pets your hair, then lifts your  chin

“We’re still under the mistletoe.” 

You smile at his cheesy gesture something he doesn’t normally do 

You both lean closer together and kiss, desperately clinging to each other like you’re both afraid to let go

“Oh! Is this your boyfriend (y/n)?” 

Your lips immediately leave Stanley’s as you see your whole family just staring at you and Stanley under the mistletoe 

You face turns red instantly causing Stanley to laugh

He sticks his hand out for your family

“My name is Stanley Snyder. It’s an honor to finally meet you all.”

Tsukasa 

You had a gingerbread house competition 

Your mother was the judge

You and Mirai were a team 

Tsukasa and your dad were the other

Tsukasa was struggling making the designs in the roof

Your dad couldn’t get the gum drops to stick

But you and Mirai had a great time with the gumdrops and candy canes, sprinkling them everywhere!

After your major victory Mirai wanted to play with her dolls 

So you and Tsukasa sat on the couch, snuggling up next to each other while your mom kept Mirai entertained 

“Do you want kids?” 

Your head pops up with the sudden question

He locks his eyes with yours, patiently waiting for your response 

A soft smile grows on your face 

“Of course I do!” 

This leaves Tsukasa heart-struck

He kisses your forehead, his favorite way of showing his love for you

You can hear Mirai’s ewws, making both of you laugh

“No sex before marriage!” Your dad yells from the kitchen 

“Dad!” 

#dr stone x reader #dr stone #dcst #dr stone headcanons #ryusui nanami #ryusui nanami headcanons #ryusui nanami x reader #ryusui x reader #senku ishigami #senku ishigami headcanons #dr.stone #senku ishigami x reader #ishigami senku #senku #senku x reader #stanley snyder #stanley snyder x reader #dr. stone #Stanley Snyder headcanons #tsukasa shishio headcanons #tsukasa shishio #tsukasa shishio x reader #shishio tsukasa

[zmasters]

Greeting Death, with a Smile

Based on this post by u/lesbianwriterlover69 on Reddit

Sasha tasted blood. She was certain that she was shot at least once, it was the pain that hasn’t registered yet.

The squadron of alien invaders surrounded the poor woman. Sasha was just a small town farmer for a lunar colony turned militia member. She had no idea why the fakarians even bothered attacking a backwater town on a backwater colony. She had no idea why this race of rat-like xenos even attacked a human world in the first place. A show of power? A preemptive strike? Just for the fun of it? She didn’t know, nor care. But after all the raiding, the towns and villages burnt to the ground, and friends and family either killed or enslaved, Sasha knew what she would do to these bastards.

The closest soldier slammed their boot into her stomach, screaming something that vaguely sounded like eldiv. Fuckers couldn’t be bothered to translate the right language to insult her in. They stomped their foot again, blood flying out of Sasha’s mouth and tears rolling down her face as she search her pocket.

The kicking and insults provided a good enough distraction. She had managed to find the thing she was looking for, adrenaline and thankfulness that the alien wasn’t kicking her in the chest being the only things keeping her alive at this point.

The alien raised their foot to stomp again, but Sasha grabbed their foot, using the last of her strength to keep them close. The alien screamed at her in an unknown language as their comrades raised their guns, but everyone froze when they heard beeping.

One of the soldiers tracked the beeping, coming down to their human prisoner and removing her jacket. They discovered that strapped to Sasha’s chest was an improvised explosive.

The seconds felt like hours to Sasha. The alien in her grip barked orders as some of their men tried to pry him out of her death grip. Others readied their weapons, hoping to kill her before she detonated. The poor idiots didn’t know it wasn’t a detonator, but a dead man’ switch. Others made a break for it, hoping to escape the blast radius, comrades be damned.

Sasha’s mind raced. Everything and everyone she loved, everything and everyone she lost, flashed before her eyes. Her mom, dad, siblings, girlfriend, dog, coworkers, friends, neighbors, all gone. All dead. She was the unlucky one to survive the initial orbital bombardment. She was the unlucky one to survive the raids and the random bombings. The sniper attacks. The drone strikes. She survived entire towns being executed, and bombed into rubble. After all of that, Sasha was tired. She was alone. She had nothing to live for, except one thing. That’s why she was smiling. That’s why she willingly volunteered for this mission. The boot of Captain Shilis was in her hand. The man who personally killed the love of her life was mere seconds from death himself.

“Look into my eyes, fucker!” Sasha laughed in perfect fakari, echoing what Shilis said Zari a year ago to the day. “I want to see you die!”

Zari. Zari flashed across her mind. That cyan-scaled drac was one of the refugees who fled fakarian expansion, eventually finding a job at the same farm Sasha worked at. The coworkers quickly became friends, and after five years, the two were engaged. The wedding was planned for a nice sunny day. The anniversary of when the two first met. A year later, it’s the anniversary of Zari’s execution.

One last tear rolled down Sasha’s face as her grip loosened. It was enough for Shilis to break the grip, but it was too late to escape. Sasha will be with Zari again, watching and laughing at this bastard in hell.

#short story #sci fi #science fiction #creative writing #humans are space orcs #humanity fuck yeah #hfy

[kit-williams]

Venom of Venus

I think I might write anything Yandere Black Templar I'll probably give it a Powerwolf song title

Hey... ya'll want another Yandere Black Templar? But with that Civilian Darling? Still attempting to make the darling a nameless reader insert

Expect canon typical violence and religious overtones

They would have to fall back. Brother Roland could hear it in the chatter as his position was being flooded by some nameless xeno foe. He glanced to the ammo boxes as his throat tightened at the thought... they wouldn't send her back out here again. Brother Roland was certain that she would heed his warning. The planet was struggling by the time the Crusade fleet had made the unexpected exit from the warp. The Champion had seemingly recieved a holy vision of these people needing their help and they were so desperate for the salvation that the Black Templars would bring. But, they would make sure the populace was not a complacent populace... they would earn their victory. They were certainly pleased by how many civilians stayed back to try and help stem the tide.

"Brother Roland!" Her voice pierced the fog that flooded the trench as he watched this poor woman laidened with three heavy bolter ammo boxes. His Bäckerin with hands far more suited for kneeding dough than carrying around the heavy ammo boxes. Her feet were unsteady as she nearly collapsed under the weight as she clearly ran here. She was so unuse to the heavy flak armor on her and much less the weight of the ammo.

"Bäckerin, I told you to not come back." He speaks with no anger in his voice far more annoyance but his hearts fluttered with pride at the little civilian woman who stayed behind for all these months. How she was the source of a comfort for Roland; a distraction? He did not see it as such as the God Emperor's wrath and will can flood into the lowliest of mortals and it was clear in the way she always looked at him that there was that spark that the God Emperor bestows upon his followers. Her spark burned hot for her small frame just as his spark was a roaring bonfire in comparison but it was no less impressive.

"And-" She gulps down air as her limbs tremble from her effort; the rations barely keeping her physically fit enough, she wasn't trained for the front lines so she was in no shape for what she was doing, "I... I told you... I still owe you a loaf of bread. You-" Another gulp of air, "Can't die before then." She looks up and smiles before covering her ears as he fires his boltgun in rapid succession.

"Go little Bäckerin this is no place for you anymore." He could see her nod and start to run back the way she came.

She didn't get very far before her scream caused his head to snap over and time slowed to a crawl as one of the xenos had rushed over and was bearing down on his Bäckerin. To her... her life was flashing before her very eyes as the horror of the alien was upon her. But what happened next was so fast as a black blur slamed into the far to many jointed limbs. A thank you bubbled in her throat but it died as her face was pressed into the rough cloth over his armor, she was caged under him as the world shook around her.

She was screaming as she covered her ears and hot tears were running down her face. It wore a suicide switch and the sudden "shelling" wasn't helping but he prayed to the God Emperor trying to soothe his Bäckerin, his voice roughly coming through his vox as he tried to drown out the noises with his prayers.

"I'm sorry Roland I'm so sorry!" She bluthered as the stress of it all got to her and of course she was but a mortal... he understood she was scared. She was a campfire to his bonfire but he would make sure her flame did not go out even if it flickered. She could feel the way he gently pet her head as he switched to his internal vox and updated his superiors that he was alive after that.

"Bäckerin, meine liebster Bäckerin. Das hast du so gut gemacht, bitte keine Tränen mehr." Roland cooed at her, remembering when she asked to hear his mother language and the way her eyes lit up at the way he spoke. How enamored she was when he said his prayers in this tongue. How he watched her open her eyes and look at him, how her pretty eyes glistened with tears still. "There's meine Bäckerin." He said with his chest rumbling but he picked her up and dirt fell off of his back. The trench was ruined.

"You should get out of here my Lord." She said wiping her eyes, "I can run and make noise to-" She spoke as he started to mag lock ammo to his belt and body.

"Bäckerin," He said in a tone that made her flinch, "if that thought ends with you trying to sacrfice yourself." She couldn't stop the whimper as she could feel his overwhelming presence.

"I'll just sl-" She managed to whimper out before he fully turned to face her.

"Bäckerin." He hissed out and of course she crumpled.

"I'm sorry my lord please forgive me." She squeaks out before he picks her up and starts to run toward the fall back point.

"I can forgive you if you remember that your duty is not that of a martyr besides you have teased me with the prospect of having some fresh bread for months. You will not deny me that."

She let out a soft laugh as he carried her so easily but the lightheartedness died as Roland had to whip out his bolter and fire back at the skittering xenos. He could feel her grab his rosary, grabbing the large golden aquilia and starting to pray as the fog was unnatural and created by them and she could see them in the fog.

He knew no fear but he could worry. He worried for his Bäckerin. "Bäckerin tell me again what you're going to do after you survive this and the xenos are gone!" He demands trying to distract her.

"I'm going to open my bakery back up and I'm going to finally get married and have babies, so many babies!" She screeches out that final part as out of the fog one of them jump and he back hands it so hard that the sickening crunching noise will never leave her. "Oh by the God Emperor I'm so sorry I put it off!" She just sobs as she just is so stressed and scared she can't help but sob as she prays and confesses her perceived transgressions.

"I'll give them to you Bäckerin. As many as you want." He pants out but his promise falls upon her deaf ears. "It's why I can't leave you behind. How can I give you what you want!" He doesn't know why he says such things to her. But the thought of her... under him... the thought of making good on his promises to her gives him a boost to his running making him run faster. The smell of her blood hits him as she squeezed his aquilia so tightly it cut her palm as she is just praying so fervently that he can't stop himself from shouting his own prayers. His third lung fills up as he pushes himself harder. They have to survive how else can he give her what she desires and deserves. To be full of his babies! He won't tell her how he's wanted her since she gave him that first loaf of bread. How her soft smile and devotion is what brought him so much joy.

Her devotion to the God Emperor, her devotion to her planet and people, and most of all her devotion to him. Why else would she come out risking her life if she did not care?! Oh he'll kill so many xenos for her. He can see the way she presses her face against his armor to try and hide her tears and to hide her face from the wind that stings her face from how fast he runs. He ignores her pleas to be left behind to stop being dead weight. She's never a burden in fact she tries so hard... for a baseline human she tries so hard.

He's already made up his mind if she survives it's by the will of the God Emperor and his to have! He'll make her so heavy and happy! As his little Bäckerin makes daily bread. All according to the will of the God Emperor.

All of it.

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