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slashersgostabbystabstab · 8 months

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Ohhh okay, I understand a bit better now :D So maybe something like resting your head on Hux, a hand on the cheek, a surprise hug, or a silly attempt at hand holding?

I tried, it's cringey but...blame Miss Rona for screwing me over for a week ;7; Thank you for the suggestions!!!

Tfw you need to reassure your robot...

Your turn for the survivor scavenging had come, and you really weren’t looking forward to it. Thankfully, your friends were not expecting you to go alone, hence why you now walked alongside Dwight.

Well, you had hope for at least a moment.

“Which map is next?” came Dwight’s voice as a whisper, his attention on your pondering expression while your strolling continued.

“We could try for MacMillan. The food there somehow always restocks fast.” You suggested while looking up ahead. “Though we’ll have to be real careful about the traps.”

“Maybe a different place?”

“Yeha, maybe.” you chuckled before returning to your thinking.

“How about Dvarka?” Now Dwight gave his own input, but this specific idea prompted you to stop walking. You turned your head to him, blinking for a few moments.

“There’s nothing worth looking for in Dvarka.”

“Oh.” Dwight gave a slight pout, but his features changed to those of alertness once you resumed your walking. “I figured you’d be the one to know.”

“What makes you say that?” you questioned as Dwight caught up to you.

“Well, you do seem to visit Dvarka a lot.” he began while fumbling with his soiled tie.”A-Aren’t you ever scared of the Singularity?”

“Scared of Hux? Of course-” Hold up; you had to pause for a moment.

Once again, you and Dwight’s walking ceased as you mustered something up. In all honesty, you really weren’t sure how to explain that this robot wasn’t a threat to you. It wasn’t an unnoticed fact, but nobody really knew what was going down between you and Hux. Well, neither did you.

“I mean…he’s just a robot. An extraordinarily smart one.” you gave a bit of a shrug. “Are you scared of him?”

Such a question was practically rhetorical with the way Dwight stared at you, not a single word slipping from his lips.

“Nevermind.” Another chuckle escaped you before you dug your hand into the stained satchel slung around your body. “Let’s scratch Dvarka off the list, we could maybe head over to Autohaven. Heard the sandwiches are typically tolerable and the Wraith doesn’t seem to mind company as long as he’s left alone.”

“Yeah, we can do that.” Dwight nodded before you carried on with your wandering in the direction you knew would bring you to the Wraith’s realm. And although the journey was silent, save for the world’s environmental sounds, the thoughts in your mind swirled rather loudly.

You wondered just how much Dwight knew about your ordeal with Hux, if anybody knew more about it in fact. Knew that this supposed superior being kept you around for some strange reason. The robot lacked affection and emotions, lacked so much that…there was basically no name for what went on.

“Hey Dwight…can I ask you something?” you finally broke the silence. “Do I really go to Dvarka a lot?”

“Is this a trick question?”

“No, of course not.”

“Well, you do go often. Not even Gabriel goes, and he’s the one who knows all about it. “Dwight shared. “A-And he brought something to our attention.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s almost like…the Singularity seeks you out. We all assumed it was a one-sided thing on his end. But then we noticed he leaves you alone during trials, even when you’re the Obsession.”

“Saving the best for last, I guess?” you cleared your throat with a shrug.

“Yeah, but…when he doesn’t find you…” Dwight stuck a finger between his neck and shirt collar rather apprehensively, soon clearing his throat. “There was a time you were called in for a trial and for some reason he came to the camp!”

Dwight then shrunk at the volume of his own exclamation before continuing.

“The Entity wasn’t very pleased with that.”

You could only nod your head as more thoughts entered your mind, wondering just what other things Hux was up to when you weren’t around. You hoped nothing harmful.

“Do you…” Dwight interrupted your thoughts. “Do you think the Singularity can feel? Like us?”

Good question.

“I’m…I wouldn’t know what to say.”

And while you were deep in thought, you were almost instantly brought back to reality when your shoe collided with a girthy root of some sort. Your body immediately fell forwards as you tried to catch yourself, but to your luck that wasn’t exactly necessary.

You felt Dwight’s arms holding your torso, wrapped tightly around your waist before you were hoisted backwards. Ignoring the compromising position the two of you were currently in, you turned your head to the side with an expression of relief.

“Thanks.” you breathed out, right before Dwight’s prideful expression contorted into a terrified one. So, you turned back to your front, already hearing the sound of machinery furiously whirring in your direction. Now it is your turn to widen your eyes in terror upon taking notice of a robot aggressively rushing your way.

In that instant, you tore Dwight’s arms off of you before positioning yourself in a protective manner. And while Dwight cowered behind you, you shut your eyes and quickly raised your hands in front of you.

“Hux, don’t!”

Before a slash pierced the air in front you, the last thing you were able to hear was the mechanical sounds come to a sudden halt.

After a few moments in which only Dwight;s whispers were heard, you finally opened your eyes to see an oversized scalpel hovering inches from your face. To your luck however, the massive weapon was steadily lowered to the ground.

A shaky breath was released from your body before you cautiously brought your arms down. In front of you stood Hux, dangerously close as his scanners shone red over your face.

He remained that way for more than a few moments, completely fixated on your form, never moving an inch and instead twitching as he recalculated. But that was when Dwight’s voice sounded from behind you.

“Please…don’t hurt us.”

“Hux!” You shouted when the robot attempted going around you, almost flinching at the sound of his name. “Don’t do anything.”

“The insect will suffer!”

“No, Hux! No.” you ordered. “Let him go. For me.”

Dwight gulped at the sight of you handling the robot, praying to the Entity that this being listened to you.

“Please.” you added in a whisper, gingerly reaching out to Hux’s scythe-like limb to place your hand on its non-lethal edge.

Hux’s decision of Dwight’s termination was no doubt firm as could be apparent with the way he somehow glared murder into Dwight. But…you were eventually able to see Hux’s body sag as if in defeat, prompting your shoulders to relax.

“Here Dwight,” you removed your satchel to hand it over to the man, and he accepted it with trembling hands. “Just go. Don’t worry about me.”

Dwight was hesitant for a second, but he hurriedly scurried away into the fog the moment Hux threateningly lunged at him. You watched him disappear before turning your attention to Hux who you noticed stood erect enough to tower over you.

“Your location was undisclosed after your services to the greater being were done.”

“Can I at least get an apology for nearly getting mauled?” you crossed your arms as Hux surprisingly stepped back to give you some space. “Besides, I didn’t think you’d notice if I went to Dvarka or not.”

“Your thought process was incorrect.” he posited while digging his scythe-like limb into the ground beside you, caging you in just like several other times, but you turned in the opposite direction and began to walk away. Hux rapidly whipped his head in your direction, right before following suit. “Infinitesimal worms can’t reach you there.”

You reached a point in the fog where you found a rock large enough for you to take a seat, so you did just that before Hux loomed over you yet again.

“Are you gonna kidnap me again and take me to the colony ship?” You blinked up at him, feeling the warmth of his sensors come close to your face the minute he leaned in.

“You shouldn’t taunt me.”

“But I’m not taunting you.” you murmured, internally angry at yourself for smiling at his words of warning. And you just hated how you couldn’t control yourself, bringing your hands up to Hux’s fleshy head with a palm on each side. Right then and there, you felt as Hux’s body limped into your touch, melted in fact.

His machinery almost seemed to cool down, settle down, as his joints gave in and he dropped onto the ground. Even his sensors managed to dim down while he used your lap as his head and torso’s landing platform, but he still used his scythe to remain stable.

With his sensor block on your chest, your thumbs caressed his organic material before you moved your hands behind his head. You carefully played with each of the instruments that protruded from him, right before you hunched over enough to lay your head on his.

“What am I supposed to do with you?”

You hated the way you gave into this robot even after his impulses took the best of him.

He despised the tremors his organic matter quivered with every time you held him. Made him feel…like him. And the new stroking on his back…he could almost feel his circuits ready to blow. And to top it all off, you ceased all those actions which caused him to instantly lift his head up at you.

A quiet laugh left your lips before you cradled his head once more, smiling softly at him before leaning down to plant a kiss right in between his two red orbs.

So, Hux assembled the only word he and his inner voice could agree on in response to your question.

“Live.”

#i do want to attempt a hand holding one at some poitn #it was going to be this fic but i struggle lol #it was the rona #dbd #dbd singularity #dbd hux #singularity x reader #hux x reader #hux a7 13 #alright im off to write an atually decent fic

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dahi-wada · 9 months

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I miss him.

Him holding my hands

Playing with my hair

The light in eyes when I used to tell him I love him

Him Kissing my forehead

Him being in my arms

Me stroking his hair

Us hugging

The sound of my name in his voice

The way he used to call me nicknames

Him saying he loves me

His touch. His smell. His smile. His voice.

The sound of his laughter. Him acting lovey dovey. Him Kissing my neck. Him sleeping on my lap.

I fucking miss it all

#write #mujhe rona aarha hai tbh #desiblr #desi tumblr #ex #moving on #something on him

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nemo-of-house-hamartia · 7 months

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Ngl, some of my mish mash/crossover AUs happen because my brain cannot settle for just one character/story; so, in order to appease The Bitch (most affectionate), i just throw everything and everyone into a big cauldron and call it a day.

It's my way to cheat indecision and my ADHD brain.

#nemo babbles #writing #or drawing #it applies to both #sorry for being super chatty today #i got a case of Ms Rona and i have been awake since 2 am

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tiniest-hands-in-all-the-land · 1 month

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Hi!! I love your art!! I'm a newcomer in the vampire dies in no time fandom. I just finished reading the manga up until the hiatus but I couldn't find any chapters about the 30 year timeskip or ronaldo becoming a vampire. There's so much fanart out there of the ronaldo vampire au and 30 years later au that I was hoping its canon..? Would you know which chapter it was from? Or if it is all fanon au? :(( I'm not sure who else to ask.. Thank you!!

Hello and welcome!! Hope you enjoy your stay in this silly lil fandom ^^

To answer your question, the 30 Years Later AU and Delta AU are both semi-canon, by which I mean the mangaka Bonnoki was the one who came up with them! There are a whole bunch of semi-canon AU's out there, and those are two of the most popular ones!

The 30 Years Later AU doesn't have any official story publishing like Delta does, and is just based on drawings Bonnoki posted on his twitter account. (these drawings are also in the fanbooks)

He drew Ronaldo, Draluc, Ta-Chan and Maria, and Bubuo.

There isn't much official lore to 30 Years Later, and it's basically just "everything is the exact same, except 30 years have passed". Ronaldo and Draluc are still living and working together in Shinyoko. Ronaldo still writes his books and Draluc still livestreams and cooks for Ronaldo, and they both seem to have calmed down at least a tiny bit. Ronaldo is still human

And we love it so, cuz it's fun to think about the fact that Ronaldo has spent more years of his life with Draluc in it than without :)

(and some of us me are angst whores and love playing around with the will-he-won't-he aspect of Ronaldo deciding about whether he'll become a vampire or not)

As for Delta (the Ronaldo as a vampire AU), I made a post a little while ago going more into depth here! Unless you're referring to content that's about Canon Ronaldo turning from a human into a vampire, in which case, yes that would be fanon ^^

Thank you for asking, and thank you for liking my art! There's a lot more information about these AUs (as well as the other semicanon AUs and kyuushi lore in general) on the kyuushi discord server! There's a whooole lotta information in this series, and I definitely don't know everything there is to know about kyuushi (it's one of the very few fandoms where i actually get my fanon and canon mixed up sometimes OTL) but I enjoy sharing what I do know ^^

#anonymous #ask #the vampire dies in no time #kyuushi #30 years later au #30 YL is one of top 5 aus #it's just... so good.... so gay......#when you hear 'everything is the same except it's 30 years later' it doesn't sound like much #then you realize #just how long that is for Ronaldo #that he's been living with this annoying little vampire that he claims to hate for 30. full. years.#like... Rona baby sweetie they write about people like you in history books #you're another famous figure never taking on a wife and living with your 'close male friend' for the majority of your life #i just. i love tenderness of it. i love the angst.#i also love the idea that 30YLRonadora are so in tune with eachother and how they work that theyve just become this untouchable power coupl #like nothing can stop them they're just too powerful for this world #okay okay i'll shut up now #lemme know if any of the links don't work #i'm too tired to test them out rn

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safyresky · 4 months

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🆕 Crystal Springs Chapter 28: Not My Style now up on ao3!

and ff dot net I suppose, but I am beginning to very vibe with ao3 tbh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ANYWAY.

Chapter 28: Not My Style (ao3 | ff.net)

As the dust settles after Pyros's defeat, a decision must be made on what to do with the wannabe King.

Other stuff happens, too! the Frosts are all at the Pole now, yes ALL of them. Um. There's Blangst. Cold Front angst. The Twins being amazing, stunning, showstopping. and yes there is Blinter just being absolutely gross and unable to not kiss for 5 seconds. Idk man. They were really overly affectionate this chapter. Probably almost being killed would do that to you???? OH AND we got the "1 (one) fuck word allowed" bit this chapter! Wait until you see who gets it ;)

We also get to meet a whole new bunch of magibeans! enough names were dropped that I made a little (long) lore post you can find right here! Now then.

HAVE AN EXCERPT:

Mother Nature waited a moment, studying everyone in the room closely before continuing. “Thank you all for coming together so fast on such short notice. Seeing as how those of us who were responsible for the imprisonment of one Pyros Frost last time are all gathered, let’s began, shall we?” “Yes, let’s,” Gwen said, smoothing out her skirts and clasping her hands respectfully. “PLEASE, I am DYING to know what the goddamn hell happened here! The suspense may actually kill me.” Cheri gasped overdramatically, clutching at pearls that did not exist around her bare neck. Gwen snorted. “Oh, please. Like something that simple would kill you—" “Wait,” Blaise interrupted, brow furrowed. “This is everyone?” “I’m afraid so, dear,” Mother Nature confirmed. “We’re all that’s left?” “Survival of the fittest, hot stuff.” “Godrick?” “Rosehaven’d,” Cheri said, admiring her nails. “Novus?” “Rosehaven’d.” “Indigo?!” “Caught up in a tinker! Said they were in the middle of a breakthrough, it was crucial, and if you needed any chains like that again to just commission them,” Gwen said, chipper. “Bartholomule?” “Shifted into mule form in 1783 and hasn’t been seen since. Probably also Rosehaven’d.” “OR living a happy little life as a happy little mule.” “He’s probably living a dead, dead life as a dead, dead mule.” “CHERI!” “GLENDA!” “What about Peggy? Pepper? Birch?” “Rosehaven’d, stuck in the curse ward, enlightened.” Gwen ticked each one off on her fingers, tilting her head in thought. “Birch really lives up to her name now! She hit omnipotent a couple of centuries back.” “The tree look really works for her.” “It does!” “What about Kharl?” Cheri cackled. “Got Toad’ed!” “Cheri.” “Ah-ah-ah Tara! Don’t Cheri me. T’was GLENDA who dunnit!” “He KNOWS what he DID!” Gwen insisted. Blaise’s frown deepened, his hair dimming. “Really feeling your age now I’ll bet, eh, Dad?” Blaise side eyed Jack, unamused. “Sorry, sorry. I’m coping.” Blaise sighed. “At least one of us is.”

Ready to see what tf happens to Pyros? Check out Chapter 28: Not My Style HERE on ao3 and HERE on fanfiction dot net!

Want to take this delightful fic from the top? Check out the Prologue: An Encounter HERE on ao3 and HERE on ff dot net! Summary below the cut, along with the usual author ramblies :3

It's been almost a year since Jack Frost thawed and things are looking...well, not so great. Jack's powers are seemingly gone. Without them, the Dome that keeps the North Pole safe from the cold and its magic controlled is melting, putting everything and everyone magical at risk. Unable to hide his power shortage any longer, Jack is forced to admit the truth. Thankfully, there is a solution: enacting the Legate Law, bringing Jack and the sister that he hurt so many centuries ago back together again. But when Jacqueline starts experiencing destructive blackouts, the pair are forced to head back home to Crystal Springs, bringing Jack face to face with the rest of the family. Needless to say, between getting his powers back, helping his sister figure out what in the FROST those blackouts even were, reconciling with his parents, meeting the two even younger siblings he didn't even KNOW he had, NOT TO MENTION the ancient threat that's had it out for the ENTIRE Frost family finally making a move? Saving Christmas (regrettably) is looking to be a little bit...complicated.

First off, APOLOGIES FOR PUSHING IT BACK A WEEK! I needed some more time for Chapter 29 and my husbando got sicko with covido so I was pulling double duty instead of the usual 50/50 split and THEN some bc this man has no concept of relaxing I s2g.

BUT! HE IS BETTER NOW, AND I AM ON THE LAST SCENE OF CHAPTER 29! SO THAT'LL BE READY FOR NEXT WEEK (CRIBMAS CHAPPIE!) AND THEN CHAPTER 30. UH. AT SOME POINT. Given that I've yet to start it 😔

BUT IT IS DRAFTED VIA NOTES!

Anyway, your regularly scheduled AN:

🆕 This Chapter:

Changed Pyros's sentence to something way worse than it was before

Named every Governor AND the people who imprisoned Pyros the first time->you can check out a rundown of their names and positions and some fun facts about them HERE

WORD COUNT: OG CS 2014 Chapter->4,519k words (what) CS 202X Chapter-> 15,172k words (CACKLING)

what a fucking DIFFERENCE

mostly I shored up a LOT of CS Lore this chapter! Hell yeah!

but YEAH. ENJOY! Hopefully I see you all next week with Chapter 29--fingers crossed!!! :3

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herb10 · 5 months

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Sick day = fic day 🤧

#i definitely caught something on the plane coming back #it's not the rona tho #i'm just gonna have a lazy bum day and write some fics for ya

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wispstalk · 2 years

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morning

a scene featuring a few survivors of Kvatch, trying their best to go on with their lives. ~1000 words. cw: mention of severe injuries and deaths

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When Rona wakes she forgets it happened. She expects to be under her favorite old quilt, straw poking through the worn ticking of her mattress, staring up at the crack in her ceiling that looks a bit like a heron in flight. Gianna’s soft breathing, always to the left. Outside, the first stirrings as Kvatch wakes with the dawn: frogs peeping and hens burbling, carts rolling by on their way to the meat market, the scent of coffee wafting over from the stall around the corner.

But overhead is a blank slope of canvas. Nothing but a couple of deer hides between her and the ground, and no warmth beside her. No Kvatch, either, just the miserable hush of the camp. She hadn’t been dreaming of the city, nor her fiancee— no, it was the sunflower dream again.

In the chapel, delirious from blood loss. Golden petals morphing into wild blonde curls. The woman who brought a cloth to bite down on, so the poor beleaguered priest could saw off the mangled ruin below Rona's knee. That woman kept her from thrashing with one strong arm, and gently stroked her hair with the other, until the pain pulled her under. But just before that all-consuming blackness, she saw a sunflower— thought perhaps someone had brought her to die under the last of this summer’s blooms, which was thoughtful of them.

But she woke again. Here in the camp, with all the other hollow-eyed survivors. Propped up near a fire and wrapped in what must have been a horse blanket. Woozy, chewing black willow bark that did nothing for the dull, throbbing ache in her leg— her stump, she’d bitterly corrected herself— when the sunflower flashed in her vision again and she looked up to see that same woman. It’ll be all right, the woman said. They’ll look out for you, and you’ll look out for them.

There are others who have it worse, Rona knows. Half her leg missing, and Gianna entombed in the ruins of their little rented hovel. But there are some who share this makeshift medic’s tent whose burnt flesh is warped like wet clay, some in the fevered claws of skooma withdrawal, some who will never walk again. She can, at least, take a crutch and hobble out to the cookfire or the privy.

And all of them lost someone. All of them have no home— only this camp, in the shadow of its husk.

She presses the heels of her hands into her eyes. It’s not good to start the morning off like this. The old healer Oleta often urges her to walk as much as she can, to keep her intact leg strong, to get used to the crutch, but damn it all— she isn’t up for it today. The first strains of sunlight seeping through the tent flap feel hateful.

But when she blinks her eyes open again, a scrawny mop-headed Orcish boy is staring down at her.

“Hi,” he blurts. “I’m Makob.”

She places a finger to her lips, and gestures at the sleeping convalescents around her. “Hello, little one. Are you looking for Oleta?”

“No, you. You’re the lady with one leg,” he declares in a stage whisper. “Are you Cori’s friend?”

“Cori?”

“Her real name is…um… Corar…di. She’s a bossimer with yellow hair.”

“Bosmer,” Rona murmurs, blinking. “Um— well, no, I’m afraid I don’t know her. But she saved me. She and Brother Martin.”

“Brother Martin, is that the priest?” The boy crouches on the trampled grass beside her bedroll. “Big Makob said that priest left with the Hero, and Cori did too. But she talked to you first.”

Rona had been unconscious for the duration of these apparent heroics; she gathers the siege was lifted by a whirlwind, an avenging spirit sent by the gods, or some bloodthirsty beast-man, depending on who’s telling the story.

“Well, she’s my friend,” Makob informs her, “and she saved me, too. There was a big crash,” — he flings his arms overhead in a wide arc— “and she grabbed me and Big Makob out of our tent and made us go out with the city watch. But she wouldn’t come with us. And I didn’t get to… how come she said goodbye to you and not to me?”

His voice quavers well above a whisper, and his lip trembles. A tent— he must have lived in the slums by the southern wall. And so, it follows, did the sunflower woman. So that’s one more thing she knows about her savior.

She lays a gentling hand on his arm. “Mind your volume, tadpole. Come, why don’t you fetch me my crutch and we can go sit by the fire and talk?”

He wipes his nose on his sleeve, raven-black curls flopping into his eyes, and darts off to get it.

Few are up at this hour. The scavenging group sits clustered around the fire, cooling their heels, returned from combing the city for supplies. A grim lot. Arkay only knows what horrors they find among the rubble. And Oleta is awake, heating water in a dented copper pot. The healer blinks in surprise as Rona approaches, then her face softens into a warm smile.

One of the scavengers, a grizzled old woman with a shorn head and an eyepatch, wordlessly offers an arm to steady Rona as she lowers herself to the grass. Makob plops down beside her.

Free from the quiet of the medical tent, he launches into a garbled secondhand story about the Hero of Kvatch. Then it's onto wild speculation about why this man might have left with their own — less notorious — hero. Oleta and the scavengers listen to him weave his epic tale, faint smiles playing on their weary faces.

Rona nods along, occasionally prompting him with questions, until a nutty scent catches her attention. The same rich dark aroma that used to drift through her shutters, early in the mornings.

“By the Nine,” she blurts. “Someone found coffee?”

Across the fire, Oleta grins. The grizzled old woman shares a triumphant glance with her colleagues. Rona lets out a delighted laugh, and flings her arms around Makob, squeezing him tight until he squirms free. Among all this mourning, coffee is a tiny joy, but she will hoard every crumb she’s offered— like the innocent bluntness of a child; like the silent offer of help from a stranger; like the memory of a bright sunflower, turning its exuberant face to the light.

#tes oblivion #elder scrolls #ray writes #oc: coradri #oc: rona

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rexscanonwife · 1 year

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I've got slight poo brain tonight but im hggghh thinkign

#jane journals #self insert talk #ahfjf got some pretty bad brain fog #i think its like. lasting brain fog from da rona #but its cool im fine just still thinking about this au a littlw bit 👉👈#about like how little brea would interact with the batchers and 99 and other clones for that matter #what kind of shenanigans they'd get up to #i wanna draw a comic and lowkey wanna also write a little fic about it!!#at least for their first meeting and stuff #❤ 99 reasons i love you ❤

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fan-of-many-stories · 1 year

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Vierapril Day 24, Mount

The sun bakes her fur. She pants, trying desperately to cool down. The air is dry, and she only gets thirstier with each breath. Her boy ran out of water this morning. She watched him squeeze the last few drops from his water sack for her. He didn't take any.

She knows they cannot walk forever. This dry, dusty place does not follow the rules of the jungle. Rain only came once since they left, and it did not even wet the ground. She did not know why they did not return. They knew the jungle, it was safe, she and her boy and the old man lived easily in its shade.

She knows her boy is hurt. She can smell the blood, she can smell the rot, she sees how he can barely lift his arm. She can smell the grief on him, though she does not understand it. She is tired, she is thirsty, she is hungry, but still she gives her boy her back to ride. She knows he needs it.

She walks on until he falls. At first he picks himself up. He tries to pull himself back into the seat he fashioned for her back, but he cannot get his arm to work right. He leans against her side instead. They do not make it far before her boy falls again. He does not get up this time. She nudges him with her muzzle, but still he does not get up. His eyes are closed. His shoulder is starting to smell of death. She nudges him again, harder. He simply rolls over. She whines. She roars. Her boy sleeps on. She paces. There is nothing she can do. Her boy is clever, her boy is wise in ways she does not understand. Her boy knows how to find water when it is dry. Her boy knows how to find prey she cannot see. Her boy knows how to drive away sick and rot from her. The old man knew even more, but he did not come with them. She nudges her boy again. He does not wake.

She whines again, pacing farther. She cannot do anything. If she does nothing, her boy will die. She does not remember a time without him. Sometimes the old man would go, but she was always with her boy. She does not want her boy to die, but she does not know what to do.

There is a scent on the wind. It is not exactly her boy. The old man had not smelled this similar. The other men they sometimes met did not smell this similar. This smells like her boy. She looks over at him, and tries to wake him one more time. He does not move except to breathe.

She runs. She does not want to leave him, but she fears that staying will do no good. She follows the scent on the wind. If they are like her boy, if they are clever and smart and strong like him, she will make them help. She is tired, but she runs. She must run, to give her boy the best chance. Spit foams at her muzzle and her chest heaves as she pants to try to cool down. It is still hot, it is still dry. The scent gets stronger. It mingles with other scents like her boy's, but the first remains the closest.

She does not know what the place she comes to is. The large things sit on the ground like great rocks, yet they are perfectly flat on the sides. The familiar scent ends just before the strange place starts. A girl, her fur just as green as her boy's and with ears to match, pulls something out of a hole in the dry ground. She hears the sound of water and licks her muzzle, but she must get the girl to her boy.

The girl grabs a branch from her back and bends it, pointing a smaller stick at her across the branch. She had seen the old man use a branch like that to hunt and kill. She lays down and chirps, keeping her eyes on the girl, just as her boy taught her. The girl puts her branch away on her back.

She lets the girl come to her before getting up. She presses her head and horns against the girl's chest and shoves. She must get this girl to her boy. The girl does not understand the first time, or the second. The third time she finally starts to move. She is not fast enough. Her boy is hurt! Her boy is alone and not safe! She growls at the girl and pushes her again. Instead of moving faster, the girl grabs her by the horns and pulls herself into her boy's seat on her back. This is acceptable, if only for now. The girl does not sit like her boy. She is bigger and heavier and she does not lean forward enough, but she allows her on her back anyway. Her boy needs her. She does not run, she cannot, but she pushes herself to walk as fast as she can. The girl stops her when they are almost there. She has a sack much like her boy's, and she gives her water. It is needed.

The girl jumps from her back when she sees her boy. He has not moved, though his chest still rises and falls to breathe. She did not take too long. She paces as the girl picks up her boy. She seems to check him over. She smells like fear and grief, though some of that may be her boy. The girl makes him drink. He does not wake. She swishes her tail as she watches the girl lift her boy. The girl ties him in his seat and places a hand on one of her horns.

She guides them back to the strange place as the sun sets, and calls for others. Her boy is pulled from her back and into one of the structures. They do not let her follow. She roars and pounces and makes every attempt to scare them, but she cannot hurt them. They have her boy and she cannot let him be hurt. She scratches at the place they entered. Her claws make dents, but not ones deep enough to break in. She lays down and whines. She wants her boy.

A different girl comes out. She brings prey and water. She strokes her head, but she does not scratch like her boy does.

The sun rises and sets three times. Seven girls come and go, but not her boy. She is fed, she is watered, but she does not see her boy until the third night. He still smells of grief, but the death and blood have faded. He sits with her and scratches her chin with his good hand.

"Thank you, Rona," he says, over and over. She only knows her name, not this 'thank you' noise he keeps making.

Her boy is safe. Rona rests her head in his lap.

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