#that are now trying to destroy my bowels

[herenya-writes]

Forgive me for waiting too long

For letting your love twist and spoil

With my neglect

Forgive me for courting you

And leaving you to rot

Forgive me for insisting on your love

When I should have given you back

As you extract your filthy vengeance

I ask

Forgive me

#ramblings #Herenya writes poetry #this is a very funny joke #about the spoiled potatoes I ate #that are now trying to destroy my bowels

[verved]

i started drinking coffee again and i think its fixing me. its fixing me. please fix me. it's fixing me. manifesting. coffee elixir. heal me. please.

#turns out i can handle american coffee just fine if it has no milk #but the battery acid we make at home destroys my bowels #milk or no #so maybe this will be the adhd band aid until #until idk #no adhd meds have worked thus far but also im on no other meds now so. maybe i will try again. #coffee+working out is my adderal for now. #lineko.txt

[gigabyte-flare]

Insatiable (Part 1)

Summary: You are a researcher for D.S.O. who is responsible for studying Leon Kennedy as Las Plagas overtakes him, maybe even finding a cure. He starts to take a liking to you, too much of a liking to you.

Word Count: 2k

Pairing: yandere plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: Extreme violence and gore, biting, dubcon, forced breeding, gross las plagas-y things, death, mentions of un-aliving. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT.

A/N: Heavily inspired by this artwork by @chanif-art on Tumblr along with Project Scorpion by @tagzpite. Literally could not get this idea out of my head until I wrote it down. Definitely going to be another series. We're also going to pretend D.S.O. was founded way sooner than 2011 k byeeeeee

“I fought a war and I learned how to win, but how do you fight when the enemy’s within?”

You step out of an elevator led by two armed D.S.O. operatives in tactical gear deep underground at HQ, your white lab coat flowing gently as you walk forward. Grasped in your right hand is a voice recorder. You and the operatives go through a series of heavy steel doors leading you into the bowels of the underground facility.

Is all this really necessary? you think to yourself as you’re led deeper into the abyss.

Finally, you’re brought to a single cell enclosed with clear polycarbonate panels with steel reinforcements. In this cell was a man sitting in a chair that was bolted into the floor, his hands chained behind his back and his legs chained to the legs of the chair. This man is Agent Leon S. Kennedy. You approach one of the panels closest to the steel door keeping him in. 

Switching the voice recorder on and bringing it to your mouth, you state your name before continuing, “The year is 2004. The subject is field agent Leon Scott Kennedy, currently 27 years old and exhibiting the late stages of Las Plagas infestation, his body is covered in dark, vein like marks. Subject is currently slumped over in the chair. He appears to be catatonic.”

Bringing the recorder away from your mouth, you motion to one of the operatives to guard the door. You input a passcode into a key panel next to the door. It lets out a hiss as it slowly swings open. As you step in, the door swings closed and locks.

You bring the recorder back to your mouth and continue, “Agent Kennedy?”

You watch as Leon slowly lifts his head, his face completely covered in the dark veins, his once blue eyes now have a slight red tinge to them, it makes your stomach twist in sorrow, he used to be such a handsome man.

“Subject appears to still have some cognitive ability left as he immediately recognized his name. We’re still trying to understand how he hasn’t broken down now that the alpha Plagas host, Osmund Saddler, has been destroyed--”

“I’m right here, you know,” Leon suddenly spoke, making you jump.

“Ag-Agent Kennedy!” you reply, eyes wide in shock that he’s able to speak. 

“Please, just call me Leon, sweetheart.”

His dark gaze seemed to pierce straight into your very soul. You collect yourself, clearing your throat.

“How are you feeling, Leon?”

Leon looks down at himself, tugging gently at his restraints before looking back up at you, “all things considered, I actually feel pretty damn good.”

“That’s… good, I guess,” you reply, your nervousness clear in your voice. 

You hadn’t prepared for this, every researcher that attempted to interact with him got absolutely nothing out of him, hence why they sent you down. You argued with them, not seeing the point but now you began to realize that the difference was they were all men, you were a woman. 

“Awww… there’s no need to be so nervous, sweetheart, it’s just me, Leon Kennedy. I promise I don’t bite,” he says, a small smirk appearing on his lips, “hard.”

“Do you know where you are and why you’re here, Leon?”

He lets out a chuckle, “yeah, I’m in D.S.O.’s research facility because I’m turning into a monster.”

“That’s putting it rather bluntly, but yes, that’s correct.”

“About time they sent someone cute down here to visit me, the rest were much too dull. If I wasn’t chained up, I’d ask you out to dinner and a movie.”

You feel yourself blushing, “that’s… very kind of you Leon, however that won’t be happening anytime soon, I’m afraid.”

“That’s a shame, because I’d love to take you to bed and make you scream my name,” he growls, a sinister grin overtaking him.

Your heart is pounding out of your chest as your eyes widen at him. This wasn’t like Leon at all, the parasite was clearly twisting his thoughts. You panic, turning around to motion the operatives to open the door and let you out. As soon as you’re out of the cell, you briskly walk away from the cell as fast as you can, not once looking back. You could have swore you heard Leon’s laugh echo after you. 

“I am not going back down there, are you insane?!”

“You’re the first person he has actually spoken to since he got back from Spain,” the lead researcher, Bryan said, setting your voice recorder down onto his desk. 

“So? Your point? I’m not doing it and that’s final!”

“Look, this recording gives us valuable data on him, it’s clear that the Plagas inside him is mutating into a more dominant strain. It must know it’s the last one left,” Bryan said, pleading with you.

“So we’re just going to poke and prod him like he’s some guinea pig? Leon wouldn’t have wanted that! Are you sure there’s no way we can cure him?”

“If we attempt to remove the parasite now, it will kill him--”

“Then let’s put him out of his misery, this isn’t right!”

The silence between you was deafening. After a few minutes, Bryan finally spoke.

“Judging by this recording, the Plagas has one thing on its mind.”

“Which is…?”

Bryan looked up at you, letting out a heavy sigh, “reproduction.”

“All the more reason I shouldn’t be going back down there!”

“He’ll be restrained and you’ll have at least two operatives with you at all times, you’ll be safe,” Bryan leans forward on his desk, folding his hands together, “the data you collect from Agent Kennedy is invaluable in finding out how the parasite works, just… go down and talk to him. I know yesterday was unnerving but there is one thing he said that is true, he’s just Leon Kennedy. He’s in there somewhere, even if the Plagas is influencing him.”

You cross your arms, staring at the floor, letting out a frustrated sigh before looking back up at Bryan, “fine. But I want hazard pay.”

“Consider it done, here’s your recorder back,” Bryan says, sliding the recorder across the desk towards you. 

You grab the recorder of the desk, turning on your heel to walk out of Bryan’s office.

“You are to report down there in an hour, you hear me?” Bryan calls after you just as you walk out the door.

You fight the urge to flip him off, thinking better of it. You walk down the hall into your office, getting your lab coat back on and sitting at your desk. You press play on the recorder, listening back on your interaction with Leon several times. There was one part where you repeated it several times, sending chills down your spine.

“That’s a shame, because I’d love to take you to bed and make you scream my name.”

How long had Leon been locked down here, chained to this chair? How many men in lab coats came and tried to talk to him? He knew he was a lost cause, why were they keeping him alive? How many times did he wish death would come and take him in his sleep?

But then you came, awakening something in him.

Your natural scent filled the cell completely, so many hours had gone by and he could still smell you and you smelled absolutely divine. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, the way your voice was so sweet yet filled with drive and intelligence. The way you blushed when he flirted with you. The way your heartbeat began to race at just the mere mention of taking you.

God you were so cute when you ran off, all flustered, he couldn’t help but laugh; he hadn’t felt alive like that in so long. His reminiscing was interrupted suddenly when he could hear footsteps coming down the hall. Lifting his head, he practically began to salivate when he saw you had returned.

You came back to me, baby, where you belong…

“The subject appears to be conscious and alert, he watched us as soon as we were in his line of sight,” you say as he watches you speak into the voice recorder. 

With a hiss, the door opens and you step inside. Leon breathed in deep, taking in the smell of you, you smelled even better than you had yesterday. He feels his cock twitch in his pants in excitement. He watches as the door behind you closes and locks, just like it had yesterday, trapping you in here with him.

Curse these fucking chains…

“You’re more lively today, Leon, care to tell me why?” you ask, your voice flat and void of any emotion.

“How about you tell me why you smell so nice,” Leon replies, grinning at you, drool running from his mouth down his chin.

He watches you shift uncomfortably before you continue, “I’m not answering that.”

Leon scoffs, shaking his head, “then I’m not going to talk to you, sweetheart.”

You take a deep breath, “if I’m going to be honest, I don’t know why I smell so nice to you, Leon.”

His red eyes scan up and down your form, imagining it without all those needless clothes. Imagining himself pinning you to the floor and fucking you stupid. A strange, clicking sound came out of him from the back of his throat as he pulled aggressively on the chains holding him to the chair. He watches as the two men with guns outside become alert. Leon lets out a low growl as he glares at them.

You turn to face the men, signaling to them to stand down. He watches them both relax before you return your attention to him. 

“The transformation appears to be progressing faster than expected,” you say into the recorder, “are you in any pain, Leon?”

Leon slowly shakes his head, “no, just unbelievably horny, doll.”

“We have reason to believe the subject is displaying an increased libido due to the fact that the parasite inside him knows it’s the last of its kind.”

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here, that’s awfully rude.”

“Fine,” you say, lowering the recorder away from your mouth, “what do you want to talk about, Leon?”

“You should ask those nice boys out there to take these chains off me,” Leon purrs, staring at you longingly.

“Absolutely not, Leon,” you reply, crossing your arms, “those chains are there for my safety as well as your own, at least until we can get the Plagas out of your body.” “I think I’m too far gone for that, don’t you think, sweetheart?”

You take a deep breath and exhale loudly, the sorrow clear in your eyes, “I am so sorry that this is what you have become, Leon.”

“I’m not,” Leon says as that sinister grin overtakes him again; he starts to chuckle.

“Leon,” you begin, stepping closer and kneeling down to be eye level with Leon, “I know the real you is in there, somewhere, you have to fight it.”

Your scent was almost enough to drive him crazy, you were delectable. He licks his lips, that clicking sound coming out from this throat again. His eyes are locked on you and he sees you glance down briefly before looking back into his eyes. He knew what you were looking at, you were looking at the noticeable bulge in his cargo pants.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” Leon says, his body visibly trembling.

You don’t respond, you simply stare at him with that same sad look in your eyes. How could you not want him as much as he wanted you. His lips curl into a snarl.

“Let me FUCK YOU!” he growls, lunging forward, the bolts in the chair letting out a loud screech as they’re bent slightly.

You stumble back, falling backwards onto the floor as Leon continues to struggle violently. The two men with guns come rushing in, one of them grabbing you off the floor while the other shoots a tranquilizer dart into Leon’s thigh. Leon feels the effects almost instantly, his body becomes limp as he becomes sluggish, his mouth hanging agape as he watches you get led out of the room by the two men, the door shutting and locking behind them as you’re led away.

“Mine,” he whispers in his last moments of consciousness, “all mine.”

Part 2

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader smut #yandere!leon kennedy #plagas!leon kennedy #gigabyte writes #insatiable

[bunniekittiee]

Hell Week

Pairing: Bi-Han x Fem. Reader

A/N: This is for my bad period girlies where you are waiting for death to arrive, the cramps are bottoming you out, the nausea is deathly, and you are curled in a ball. Been there, done that! Norco for the win :(. Let’s have sweetheart Bi-Han take care of y’all! He might be a little ooc. It might be a little short as well but i tried to make it a little long.

Content warning: Periods. That’s the warning. You already know.

Summary: You have hellish periods that absolutely destroy you for a week. Bi-Han is there to keep you company and help you with absolutely anything you need.

The hellish week had arrived. And it came full force. Seemingly normal, you were in a blissful happiness. That was, until you had woken up in the middle of the night with the most horrific period cramps ever. Absolutely diabolical. Trying to quiet your painful groans, you curled into a small ball and away from your husband. You did not want to awake him from his slumber. He needed the rest. And you did not want to bother him with something so small like this.

But oh, it was not so small. Periods for you were extremely painful and long. The Lin Kuei doctors were doing their best to diagnose you, but it was not quick enough. They were skeptical it was endometriosis, but then again, it could be polycystic ovary syndrome. Or uterine fibroids. Or even irritable bowel syndrome. Whatever it was, it caused you hell.

Feeling you fidget around, Bi-Han woke up. “What’s wrong, my love? I feel you moving around.” He sat up to look at you. You looked like you were in bad pain.

“My period started. I have the worst cramps.” You replied back, trying to curl into a ball more and more.

He frowned. He should have expected this to come sooner. “My firefly, you should sit in the bath. I will run it for you.”

“I can’t get up, sweetheart.” You said. “I can hardly move.”

Getting up from the bed, he padded to your side. “Then I will pick you up. I got you.” He started to pick you up, and although it was nice to be in his presence, the cramps hit with a vengeance. Before clenching your eyes shut, you were met with an embarrassing sight. You had bled all over the bed.

“Bi-Han, I am so sorry,” You apologized, feeling tears prick your eyes. “Oh my goodness, I am so sorry!”

He glanced at the bed, his eyes slightly widening at how much blood loss there was. There were a few accidents in the past, but every time it seemed to surprise him a bit how much you could bleed. “My dear, they are only bed sheets. And you are speaking to the same man who has a history of conquering clans. Blood does not affect me.”

Feeling a bit comforted but still guilty, you clenched your eyes shut as he walked with you to the bathroom. He gently set you on the toilet, scanning over your body as he saw the painful expression on your face. He hated to see you suffer every month like this. He knew how much it took a toll.

Running the bath, Bi-Han gently rubbed your legs as he checked the temperature over and over again. He had to make sure it was perfect, as well as that there were a good amount of bubbles and lavender fragrance. Once he knew it was ready, he nodded his head at you. “I can help you undress. Stand up, if you can.”

Shakily standing, you let him undress you. Right now, you wanted to sink in the warm bath and did not care how you looked while he was taking your garments off. The blood soaked ones would be thrown out and replaced with new ones. Bi-Han always made sure you never wore bloodied garments after they were stained. He could afford new clothes, why wear them again?

He helped you inside the tub and you slowly sank inside, sighing quietly at the warmth. You looked at him so full of love. “Thank you, my love. This feels good. But I don’t feel well.”

“I know, my dear.” He said as he caressed the side of your cheek. “I will fetch you medication and water. And I will prepare the bed for you again.”

You nodded your head at him, and as he was about to leave, you called his name out. “Bi-Han?”

He stepped back inside the bathroom and kneeled down next to you. “Yes, my love?”

You played with the bubbles. “Do you think maybe you could spend the day with me today? I don’t think I can manage on my own. It’s really bad.”

Bi-Han would take as many days off as he wanted to in order to take care of you. He did not care if his clan became annoyed. You came first, and if you were suffering, he needed to take care of you. “Of course. I will always take care of you. I will be right back, dear.” He said as he kissed your head softly.

He left the bathroom, and you felt yourself feel sleepy but the cramps were too much. They would not let you rest. You curled your arms against your stomach and laid your head back. You would have to wait until Bi-Han gave you medication after the bath. He was so lovely. Always so willing to help and comfort you. It made you want to cry.

Oh no, now you were crying. Not out of sadness, out of the fact that he loved you very much. And you loved him very much. It made you so emotional!

After changing the sheets off the bed and grabbing spare clothes for his wife, Bi-Han returned to get her out of the bath. He saw her crying, and he immediately went to her side. “What is wrong, my firefly? Why are you crying?” His anxieties increased.

“I just love you so much, and you are so sweet. It’s making me emotional, and I feel so stupid for crying like this. I’m sorry.” You babbled as he gently wiped your tears away. He felt his heart swell that you were crying over something like that.

“Of course I love you, you are my firefly.” He replied gently, sending you into a sobbing mess. He rubbed circles on your back and hugged you, not caring if you got him wet. He felt bad that you were so emotional. Almost breakable. Times like these always made him feel guilty. “Do not cry, you will make your symptoms worse.”

You sniffled. He was right. But it was hard to calm down. He gently rubbed your hand before he grabbed a towel. “Let’s get you out of there. I made the bed.”

With his help, you got out of the tub as Bi-Han wrapped the towel around you. He helped you dry off, and right after he helped you prepare your pads. You usually wore two, one situated towards the front and the other more towards the back for full protection. It usually saved you from bleeding through clothes. You slipped on your underwear as you held onto Bi-Han for support who looked away to give you more privacy. He knew how trying these period weeks were.

After you put on your underwear and pads, you got dressed in night attire once again. The cramps that were slightly alleviated by the warm water, were now completely back. You wanted to lay down already. Bi-Han already knew, and he picked you up so he could settle you in bed.

“I will bring you your medication and a heating pad.” Bi-Han said as he kissed your cheek. “I will be back very soon. Try to rest.”

“I love you, my love.” You said to him as you grabbed his hand before he walked off.

He slightly smiled. “I love you more, my firefly.” He squeezed your hand and walked off to get you what you needed. You tried to get comfortable, but the pain was unbearable. Trying to rest with discomfort was not ideal. You waited for Bi-Han to return.

Bi-Han was doing his best to be quick. He knew you needed the medication as soon as possible, but he needed Kuai Liang to heat up the heating pad to perfection. There were some things that Bi-Han could not do.

Kuai Liang was half asleep in his chambers, debating between getting up or laying within his bed. Bi-Han entered his room. “Brother, are you awake?”

Kuai sat up. “Yes, is everything okay, brother?”

“Of course. I need you to do something.” Bi-Han held out one of the Warmies that Tomas had bought at the market for his wife. It was not an unknown fact how much her periods affected her as she had accidents in front of the brothers. They understood that this week meant she was in her worst state.

The pyromancer was more alert now as he took the stuffed animal from Bi-Han, heating it up as much as possible. Bi-Han knew that it would get cold in his hands, so they understood that Kuai needed to heat it up to the maximum temperature the material could withstand. After doing so, he handed it back to Bi-Han. “Rest well, brother. Shall Tomas and I let the Elders know that you are taking the day off?”

“Yes. I will be back tomorrow or the day after.” Bi-Han replied. “Thank you, Kuai Liang.”

They nodded their heads at each other, and Bi-Han made his way to the medicinal cabinet where he grabbed medication for her cramps. She needed one of the highest dosages of medication. Then, he walked to the kitchen, setting the items down so he could heat up tea for her. Green tea was supposedly helpful, but it only eased her nausea and bloating. After he was finished, he took a small tray with the items back to their shared bedroom where she laid with furrowed brows and closed eyes. He set the tray on the table. “Take this, and here is the heating pad. Kuai Liang warmed it up, I’ll cool it down slightly so it does not scald your skin.” He took the stuffed animal and focused on cooling it down as it was very hot to the touch. He did not want it to hurt his wife.

You sipped on the tea and took your medication. You hoped it would kick in soon so you could rest well. After Bi-Han was done messing with the temperature, he laid the animal across your lower stomach where your cramps were centralized. You sighed quietly in the warm relief. “Thank you, my dear.”

“Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat.” Bi-Han asked her with loving eyes.

You shook your head. “No thank you. All I really want are cuddles from you.” You smiled.

He chuckled. “Of course, my dear.” He didn’t mind lazy days like these. He was always working and busy. And with you in his life, he wanted to have more days off to spend with you. He moved closer to you, trying to not freeze you out and make your cramps worse. He eventually settled on wrapping blankets around you so you could retain your warmth. You relaxed in his touch, leaning into him and closing your eyes. Your cramps were still bad, but with the medication beginning to kick in and the drowsiness starting to hit, it was beginning to be drowned out. Closing your eyes, you fell into a deep slumber.

Feeling cold, you shivered as you started to wake up. Bi-Han wasn’t next to you, making you feel sad. Where did he go? Was he called out on a mission? Why didn’t he tell you goodbye?

Before your thoughts could make you feel even more sad, the man himself popped his head in. “Good afternoon, my love. I made you lunch if you feel up for it.”

Your eyes lit up when you saw him. “I thought you left for business. I am a little hungry. I just need to change.”

He nodded his head. “If you need help, I can help you.”

You shook your head. “I think I’m okay. Thank you though. I really appreciate everything, my dear.” You got up from the bed, your vision darkening at the edges from getting up too fast. Bi-Han was there by your side in a flash. You gave him one more head nod to solidify that you were okay, and you trudged to the washroom to change your pad. Or rather, pads. It was the first day, which meant a heavy flow. So, it was often that you had to change. Plus, after a while it started to feel a little gross.

Once changed up, you left the bathroom and met with Bi-Han who had waited patiently outside. He wanted to make sure you were okay. Smiling at him, you followed him to the kitchen in order to eat your lunch. Kuai Liang and Tomas were eating their lunches as well, turning their attention to you.

“Good afternoon, sister!” They both greeted as they continued to devour their foods. You greeted them back.

“How do you feel?” Tomas asked you while you sat next to them. Bi-Han was serving your plate.

“I feel okay. I am really tired and a little faint.” You replied with a small sigh. Bi-Han got you cold water to go with your food. You needed to be hydrated.

Kuai frowned. “Hopefully it will let up soon. Or else Bi-Han is going to have an aneurysm.”

Bi-Han flicked his forehead. “No jokes. You two need to go back to training the soldiers.”

“But our lunch…” Tomas said sadly, making you tear up. Just about everything was making you emotional.

“Let them finish their meals”. You said tearfully as Bi-Han felt himself clam up. He hated making you cry.

He nodded. “Well, you heard her. Carry on.” He gave her her plate of food that she carefully ate. Tomas gave her a small smile that she giggled at. Her moods changed very easily around this time. It wasn’t that they had to walk on eggshells, they carefully had to tread to make sure she didn’t get overwhelmed or cry. Otherwise, Bi-Han would have their heads on ice picks.

The brothers cleared out of the kitchen after they finished their meals, leaving you and Bi-Han. You ate part of your plate, but you did not want to overdo it. Sometimes the nausea came out of nowhere. And you did not want to throw up your meal.

“Back to bed?” He asked you.

You nodded your head. “Yes. I am tired again. And really bloated.”

He felt your tummy, smiling to himself. You were right, you were bloated. It was super cute to him. It made him think about you carrying his child. But he pushed that thought out of his head. Maybe not yet. “Let’s go back to bed. I will be with you.”

He guided you to the bedroom, tucking you into bed before getting himself in bed.

“I love you, my darling.” You told him sleepily, eyes beginning to flutter shut as you cuddled into him.

“I love you more dear.” He responded while kissing the top of your head. “It’s sleep time. Rest well, my love.”

While you slept on him, he read a book. He hardly had the time to read, but on his days off like this, he liked to spend it with you and divulge himself in his interests while doing so. It passed the time while you slept, but sometimes it made him sleepy too. While you slept, he glanced down every once in a while to check on you, but he also admired you. You were beautiful to him. Even while suffering. He loved you very much so.

He marked his place in his book, setting it to the side carefully as to not disturb your sleep. Giving you another kiss on your forehead, he stared at the ceiling until he began to feel drowsy. He listened to your quiet breathing as he began to fall asleep. He would spend as many days like this if it meant that he made you happy and comforted. That’s what mattered to him most.

#mortal kombat #mk1 2023 #mk1 #mk 1 2023 #mk 1 #mortal kombat x reader #mk 1 x reader #mortal kombat bi han #mk1 bi han #mk bi han #mk1 sub zero #mk sub zero #sub zero mk1 #bi han sub zero #sub zero x reader #sub zero x you #mk kuai liang #mk tomas vrbada #mk scorpion #mk smoke #sub zero

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Ruin requests??? Anything w/ ruined Roxy x reader please I need to clean her up and make her feel better my wife is so sad :(((

NAH FR I'm devastated for her </33

[RUIN SPOILERS AHEAD]

.......

You don't know how you did it.

You don't know how you managed to reach Cassie and Roxanne deep within the bowels of the Mega Pizzaplex and destroy...whatever mechanical abomination was lying there.

But none of that mattered right now, as there's only one important thing sitting in front of you at this very moment:

The heavily damaged wolf animatronic, currently in a deactivated state as she was recharging power.

You did your best to clean off whatever grease, charcoal, or dirt you can find on the remnants of her suit. However given her lack of any exterior shelling, you focused mainly on her endoskeleton.

A dozen rags and special cleaners later...she was already looking better than before.

You took extra care when cleaning her hair--the part of herself she valued the most aside from her eyes. The last thing you wanted was for her to go into a frenzy in your own garage.

At first you were afraid for Cassie's safety, thinking Roxy was going to attack her like Monty, Chica, and some older Freddy model. But instead the young girl actually led you to her, begging you to save her as she was too scared to lose her "only friend".

That was surprising to hear, though you trusted her and took them both hope, escaping through a tunnel leading to the outside world.

You drove Cassie to the hospital, where she would be staying for a few nights, while you went back home to repair Roxy to the best of your abilities.

Being a former technician had its perks, but even so...you couldn't 100% restore her to her original state. You had no idea how she was even capable of functioning at all, even apparently fighting an animatronic that mimicked Cassie's friend.

Still, you had to try.

For both of their sakes.

Once Roxy was charged fully, you smiled and got up, going to your monitor to complete the process and reactivate her.

--WARNING: ANIMATRONIC SAFETY PROTCOLS REMAIN CRITICALLY DAMAGED. CONTINUE? [Yes/No]--

You huffed in annoyance, going ahead and selecting "yes". There was nothing you could do about those right now. But you hoped she would recognize you before she made any sudden movements.

As soon as you made your choice, the wolf jerked to life, already fighting against the restraints of her chair as she growled and shouted.

"Where am I?! Cassie?! CASSIE?!!" She cried out desperately. "Let me go-!!"

"Roxy! It's me." You spoke up, trying to calm her down as you cautiously approached. "Do you remember me?"

Closing her endo jaws, she fell silent for a moment, trying to recognize your voice. "[Y/n]? My...personal repair technician..? Where are we? Is Cassie okay?"

"You're at my house, far away from the Pizzaplex. Cassie's staying at the hospital for a few nights. She's safe." Relieved, you smiled when her gaze met yours, and you could see her relax in the chair. "I can't believe it...you were down there all this time. I thought you guys were goners. What happened..?"

"It's..all a blur." She muttered, tensing as she felt a cable being removed from the back of her head. "What are you..??"

"It's okay. I had to recharge you and run some diagnostics, so I'm taking the cables out. Keep talking to me, Roxy."

"Did Cassie book her party?"

"...come again?"

"Her birthday.." She looked up at you, ears twitching and rotating. "She didn't have the best time, I tried cheering her up...did you know she's my number one fan?"

"Yes." You nodded as you detached the final cable. Then you helped her stand up and regain her footing. "You've only told me about her a dozen times while I was repairing you."

"I did...? Huh...can we go back to the Pizzaplex when she recovers? We'll throw her the best birthday party ever!" Her tone sounded so hopeful, yet your silence made her frown. "[Y/n]?"

"I'm sorry, Roxy. But the whole mall's condemned. It's not safe anymore" You regrettably reminded her. "I don't know what the hell happened there in the time I was gone, but...it's in ruins. Even if it was somehow magically restored..I don't think Cassie would want to go back there."

Of course, you knew that's not what she wanted to hear, but it was the reality. And you could see her growing more and more distraught.

"..right, I..remember now..but that's it? No more parties or...o-or races to win..? No more sharing carrot cake? No one to tell me I'm beautiful..?" Her voice wavered, but you couldn't tell if it was due to the glitches or genuine emotion.

The robotic sniffle you heard confirmed the latter, and you stepped forward to take her hands into yours. "You're still beautiful, and..I promise when she gets out, we'll go buy all the carrot cake she wants. We'll throw her a party here. One she deserves." You could feel tears pricking your eyes, despite your attempts to smile.

Although you wish it didn't take a tragedy of this scale to change Roxy's personality, you were glad to see this softer side coming out. Her sassiness to other kids and staff members was always there--even towards you--but Cassie is the only one she ever looked out for.

Maybe..they had more in common than they realized.

'She's the reason Roxy didn't go rogue like all the others...she's been fighting tooth and nail to protect this girl..'

"Y-You mean that?"

"Every word." Nodding, you embraced her as she began to cry, oil leaking from her sockets. Her arms eventually found their way around you, and while constricting...you didn't dare to let her go.

Not anytime soon.

Now it's gonna be your turn to protect her.

#clanask #anonymous #fnaf x reader #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf ruin x reader #fnaf security breach x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #roxanne wolf #roxanne wolf x reader #platonic #ruined roxy #ruin roxy #hurt/comfort #fnaf ruin spoilers #ruin spoilers

[wet-and-wedgied]

I Destroyed a Toilet

Oh my god, this is so embarrassing. I had a really big breakfast this morning and I think I added a bit too much creamer to my coffee because the whole morning I was feeling absolute bloated. And worse we had a meeting. The entire time was in my chair, trying to look professional but inside I could just feel the heavy weight in my guts, churning. I one hundred percent knew I was going to need to take a shit as soon as possible. And it was going to be messy.

I tried to act calmly as I could once the meeting, which felt like it took forever, finally ended. I grabbed my stuff, set it down at my desk and headed to the toilet. Unfortunately for me it seemed like a lot of the other men had had the same idea. When I first walked in all the stalls were taken. I frowned as I turned around walked back out feeling my gut gurgle in protest. I really needed a bathroom now. I head back to my desk, and proceeded to stake out the bathroom waiting for an opening as I desperately tried to keep my aching bowels in check.

it seemed however like the toilet gods were messing with me. As soon as a man would leave the toilets, another would be right there to take his place, leaving home high and dry. I moaned, but tried to keep it softly to myself. I really needed to fart, but with my stomach aching, I wasn’t sure I could trust it. I didn’t realize too how torturous it would be to take note of the other men getting to release. I noticed one of my co-workers head into the bathroom and stay in there for a good twenty minutes before re-emerging having no doubt taken a great day shit.

I had waited about thirty minutes when finally there was an opening for me, and I speed walked into the bathroom. Inside only one stall was unoccupied, and hurried into it, ready to unleashed. But I stopped myself much to my gurgling stomach and quaking bowels’ anger. There was no toilet paper! It seemed it had been all used up. Fuck! I held my gut and stepped out of the stall. I noticed Jayson, my preppy co-worker in the next stall, his gray pinstriped pants and bright blue briefs around his ankles. He was pushing out a monsterous shit that splattered against the toilet bowl as he grunted. There was no way he was getting up anytime soon.

Ughhh. I had been holding my shit in for so long and I knew that I needed to empty my bowls soon. I had another meeting scheduled and if I didn’t find a toilet to take a shit in, I wasn’t sure I would be able to make it through the meeting without crapping myself. I hurried upstairs to see if that bathroom was free, walking as fast as I could while clenching the hell out of my cheeks. Only to get to the bathroom and find that’s stalls were out of order. I could hear my stomach gurgling and my asshole was pulsing, ready to push my massive load out. I needs to find another bathroom NOW!

I ran out of the men’s and rounded the corner and spotted the Executive’s Bathroom, a private bathroom that is for single use for the higher ups. I hesitated but a bubbling sound and cramp that made me hug my midsection decide for me as I all but ran inside and close tube door, locking it and fumbled with my belt, yanking down my pants and my blue and white briefs to my knees as I mounted that porcelain seat. Instantly I let go and my bowels erupted.

Long soft mushy logs of shit blasted out of me, not quite diarrhea, but definitely a shitload. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as I farted into the bowl, the logs crackling as they broke atop one another and filling the bowl. I probably sat there continuously shitting for about five minutes, my bowels and stomach emptying. When I was done I wiped and went to flush the toilet.

Only it didn’t flush. I started to panic, jiggling the handle desperately, trying to get it to do anything, but nothing worked. My massive bubbling soup of sewage had filled the toilet and the toilet wouldn’t flush. I had no cool what to do, and I didn’t want to get in trouble for using the Executive’s Bathroon so I just washed my hands and… uh… left.

The coast was clear in the hall so I just went back about my day, pretending like nothing had happened.

Hopefully no one finds out.

#toilet #malediarrhea #malepoop #malepoopdesperation #poop desperation

[carolina-star]

Finally I have draw the moment where Anakin and Padmé meet.

Now some lore, information, I'm not sure of the term.

Warnings before anything; warning 1, I'm going to destroy the English language, and I'm so sorry for that. Really. Waring 2, I don't have any medical studies, so I could (and probably will) be wrong about this, and I'm going to apologize in advance. Please feel free to correct me. I don't want to offend anybody with my ignorance, never has been my intention. Waring 3, this contain heavy themes that may be hard for some people, please read with precautions.

And now, let's begin:

In this AU (and probably in the Canon too) Anakin has borderline personality disorder (BPD) which is linked to other things like anxiety and depression or PTSD. BPD is a mental illness that severely impacts a person’s ability to regulate their emotions, which mean that they may experience intense mood swings and also tend to view things in extremes. Like they can love some person to the moon and back in the morning and one hour later hate that person with all their bowels. They also may act impulsively or recklessly. Usually BPD is diagnosed in late adolescence or early adulthood and sometimes the professionals will struggle to find the diagnosis, they usually will go through discharge other mental illnesses.

So, coming back to the storyline, Shmi is engaged or about to married with Cliegg Lars, which trigger Anakin unknown BPD. This lead to a very dangerous and erratic behavior, which his love one and himself. He try to destroy his relationship at the same time that he clings desperately to them and start to do Impulsive and very dangerous behaviors. He's spinning out of control and Shmi and Obi-Wan are heartbroken because the don't know what's is happening or how help Anakin. All this stuff lead Anakin to a self harming behavior and a really stressful, delicate and agony time for everyone.

During this time is when Anakin is diagnosed with BPD. He has been struggling with this new knowledge but is starting to accept it. He's also trying to forgive himself for his last behaviors because he didn't want to hurt his mom or Obi-Wan, he really said bad words to them and he didn't want to said anything of that at all. So he's starting to accept the help for doctor Bant Eerin, Anakin is taking treatment and therapy. But everything is recent.

So where are in this delicate and fragile point where Anakin has been diagnosed and Shmi and Obi-Wan are sick of worry every time they don't know where Anakin is. That's the reason why Obi-Wan is at the edge of a nervous collapse, and the reason why they both looked so scruffy. So after pick up Anakin and Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan will explain everything to Qui-Gon, because he doesn't know anything yet about Anakin diagnosis.

In a brilliant note, because all this post is heavy, Anakin will do great in the future. And it's going to be really funny when Padmé discovered that she's in love with a 19 years old boy and have a panic attack. While Obi-Wan is relatively happy thinking that Anakin has falling in love with a girl a couple of years older that him, I mean, what are 3 or 4 years more? It's going to be funny when they discover it too. Anakin by the way don't care about the age difference, Padmé is the love of his life and point.

Modern AU Masterlist

#star wars #star wars modern au #modern au #the clone wars #anakin skywalker #padmé amidala #obi wan kenobi #qui gon jinn #anidala #Bpd #shmi skywalker #Anakin has bpd #sw tcw #Sorry for all the text #anakin and padme #Obi Wan is a good father

[anxiouscr0w]

[ESS Drabble] Find Me In Ruins

Heya! This is a non-canon drabble to go alongside my fic Emotional Support Staff. These can be read separately, but I recommend reading ESS for context

[Spoilers for Chapter 9!] A month after being taken off schedule you’re emailed by Management, and was hit with the dreaded ‘Thank you for your service’ message. You were fired. You avoided the Pizzaplex like your life depended on it, only to come back and find it in ruins. cw: a bit of panic, broken dca, brief descriptions of claustrophobia and a mouldy environment.

The full drabble is here! I'd post the full thing here but it's almost 4k words.

It had been years by now. You were one of the many employees fired during the employee purge at the Pizzaplex, and since then, you had never returned.

You wanted to, a lot actually.

But it was so expensive, needing different passes for different areas, and you wouldn’t be allowed to see the Daycare Attendant at all.

You had religiously avoided the Pizzaplex ever since, even news and gossip about the place. You had moved to a new residence to be closer to college, and besides, you had no reason to go to the area.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t miss the animatronics. You never got closure on the mysterious workings of the Pizzaplex, all the controversies, the virus that plagued some of the robots… Monty’s attack, even. None of these things were answered, both to ex-employees and to the public.

And here you are, jaw on the floor in front of the building.

The whole place is in ruins, a masking shell of an exterior, hiding the crumbling destroyed interior. The car park once so full, is empty and lifeless. There’s no smells of the greasy food inside, the delighted squealing of excited children… nothing.

It stands alone, withholding memories of joy and delight, all left to rot and die.

You climb the rickety wooden structures covering the front entrance, dipping through a broken window. Your only source of light is your phone now, you can’t turn back, not yet.

Would they even still be here? They’re expensive animatronics, top technology. Surely they would have been moved somewhere?

The idea of all the animatronics slumped against a wall, collecting dust in a dingy warehouse somewhere… it hurts your chest.

During your time here, you had been able to hear the occasional skittering and squeaking of rats in the walls. Now, without the catchy music playing over the speakers, you can hear almost too much. Actually, it feels like an invasion of privacy almost. The secrets hidden within the bowels of the Pizzaplex, calling your name, urging you to find out the fates of your friends.

You had stayed away for so long, desperate of the relief from the relentless tugging in the back of your head. It was for the best, surely. You don’t even know if the animatronics would even want to talk to you again, perhaps they wouldn’t be allowed to.

The cracked glass crunches beneath your boots, taking in the rushed graffiti littering what used to be the lobby. The giant golden Freddy statue is nowhere to be seen; the turnstiles half sunken into the ground.

So many memories have faded into the dust that scatters the carcass of the Pizzaplex.

The echoes of your footsteps give away your location to whatever might be hiding within the walls. It’s a labyrinth of twisted entrails, you’re forced to crawl through half-collapsed structures and broken vent systems, you’re not getting out of here without at the very least, a few scrapes and bruises. If you’re lucky and the animatronics are still here, you doubt they made it. Crushed beneath the heavy machinery of the abandoned building.

Your breathing becomes shuddery in the stale air as you think about what may happen if you can’t find your way back.

After hours of trying to find your way, you land on your face in the Daycare, spat out of whatever vent you were in.

There are no lights on, unsurprisingly. No music. No children.

The colours are faded, probably years of dust layering the mats. The plastic of the slides is scratched to bits, parts are seemingly melted.

“Moon?” Your voice sounds impossibly loud through the empty space, no longer dulled by standing support beams and the speakers, nor the hum of constant electricity.

A static sound cuts through the following silence, then a somewhat familiar sight emerges from a play structure.

There they are - The Daycare Attendant.

Broken, shattered, ruined.

Their face is split, filled with cracks and missing faceplate and their endo peeking through. Their fingers no longer tipped with soft silicone, instead pointed metal, almost human-like in appearance. The jester pants you once washed now filthy and torn, and whatever mechanism that caused Sun and Moon’s colours to change is long gone, the patterns blending into each other. One foot is missing under the torn pant leg, displaying some kind of spring mechanism. Their chassis is broken and cracked almost everywhere. They still have their ribbons, but the edges are singed and the bells are missing, even on Moon’s hat. One eye glows a sickly blood red.

“Moon…?” You repeat, trying to desperately swallow back the cry from your throat, your nose and eyes stinging.

He lurches forward, almost like a zombie. A static-filled voice fills your ears.

“Fr-end…” His word cuts out, it’s almost too difficult to hear him.

You immediately run over, halted by the way he stumbles back, wringing his exposed hands nervously. Does he blame you for your firing? Does he think you abandoned him?

“It’s me! I didn’t know if you guys were still here and- and-and-and-” Your sentence trails off into a stammering mess of poorly repressed sobs.

You didn’t even expect to find them here, and you had nothing prepared to say if you happened to stumble across them.

Moon’s faceplate squeaks in complaint as it ticks and spins, the occasional sunray jittering out briefly. He takes a small step forward, dragging his other leg slightly behind. The occasional sunray juts out when he shuffles closer, each ray that you’ve seen are horribly cracked or completely broken, paired with the screeches of rusted mechanisms as they move.

You only worked in the Pizzaplex for about five months before the employee purge, but you still remember crystal clear what they used to be like. The smooth and calm swaying movements of Sun when he talked, the way his rays spun when he was happy… now you don’t even know if his AI is still active after all this time of being in the dark.

You take a deep, shaky breath. “Moon, what… what happened to you?”

Once he’s only a few inches away, he struggles to sit down, his leg sliding out under him until he’s sitting criss-cross. “Fire.”

Another pang of guilt and sadness hits your chest. His optics flicker, flinching back slightly when you reach a hand to his faceplate, eventually leaning forward and allowing your hand to rest at the side of his face. Moon’s faceplate is much colder than you remember.

“Is Sun still… here?” You ask, rubbing some dust from his face.

He pauses, movements twitchy as he reaches a skeleton-like hand to yours. The metal is so cold it almost feels like burning. Their hands are no longer protected by the casings and silicone. His hand rests upon yours, long digits curled to keep hold of you. The empty halls and silent speakers allow you to hear each mechanism, even the movement of his eyes.

“He has not been out for a long time.” He states, brushing a thumb over your hand. “But he is here.” With his other hand, he taps his head with a clawed finger, and repeats his words. “He is here.”

“Oh you two I-I’m so sorry!” You pretty much throw yourself at them, but he allows you to settle in his lap, despite the discomfort of broken jagged pieces poking into your skin. “I got fired, and I didn’t even know–”

Moon shushes you as he would a child. His eyes flicker on and off at times, sometimes to that familiar purple, but he seems to be doing a good job of keeping it back. Whatever virus he had when you worked here, he still has it. And here you are, sitting cradled in his lap.

You don’t think you care, really. After all you did years ago to keep Moon away (or at the very least, a reasonable distance), it feels wrong to stay away any longer.

Rubbing your eyes from tears, you shuffle to sit up properly, hugging him, your head over his shoulder. It takes no time for him to throw his arms around you.

You don’t know how you’re going to get out of the Pizzaplex, you don’t remember which ways you took, but you’re determined.

“I’m gonna get you guys out of here, I swear.” You declare, pulling away and looking into his eyes. “I don’t know how, but I will.”

It takes a bit of effort for him to get to his feet, pulling you up alongside him, looking out into the ruins of the Daycare.

Management wasn’t too stealthy with their mistreatment and neglect of the Daycare Attendant, it shouldn’t be too surprising that, out of all the animatronics, they’re the only ones you’ve found. Despite only knowing them for about five months, you hadn’t realized how much they’d grown on you until you were fired.

“We know… a way.” He says, tilting his faceplate.

“How come you’ve stayed here then…?”

“We had no reason to leave. Now we do.” His smile widens a little on the crescent side of his face. “Hold on.”

You look up at the whirring of the cable, now jittering down until it reaches its target.

---The rest of this drabble is on AO3, where things get silly---

#dca fandom #fnaf dca #fnaf daycare attendant #emotional support staff #ESS #ESS drabbles #ESS Coffee Stains #crow writes #dca x y/n #dca x reader #moon x you #moon x y/n #moon x reader #sun x y/n #sun x reader #sun x you

[jaymber]

Chippin' In

Timeline 20151 - Protagonist : V Temarii

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Finding the enigmantic "Ebunike" had been an easy task. Dealing with Grayson, an easier one. A single bullet to the head. V didn't think twice, the second his hand connected with the Malorian Arms, he just knew what he had to do. They left the docks for the oil fields in Johnny's Porsche, that had, just like the gun, seemingly called them to it. V could feel Johnny's emotions as if they were his own. The turmoil of excitement and nervousness, like he wanted his host to drive even faster, and the car to stop right now, all at once. Finding his own body was both the closure he needed, and the reminder he was gone, no matter how alive he could feel. V scanned the perimeter of steel, flames of mud, but didn't find anything expect a few shards left behind by the long-gone workers. If Grayson hadn't lied, Johnny's body had either been moved, or sank so low in the bowels of the Earth it had hidden from the world. If the first option crossed Johnny's mind, he soundly, yet eerily, went for the second one. Letting go instead of blindly believing what he wanted to believe. V realized Johnny had changed, or tried to, at least. Burying his old self, again. The merc felt he was talking to Johnny, the real Johnny, for the first time since they met. "Managed one thing for now," the rockerboy eventually admitted, "Not fucked it up, what we have."

But he was, once again, believing what he wanted to believe. "Did you? Johnny, you tricked me. Used me like you did everyone else. It's like you don't even realize you're doing it anymore - pushing everyone away. You fucked it up. Really bad." "Didn't seem like you hated my living guts… until now." It wasn't reproach, it was guilt. It wasn't anger, it was the false idea their relationship couldn't be repaired. V started to wonder if his defensive act wasn't just a way to protect more brittle parts of himself. That, V could relate to. "I don't. Know I should, but… I- I just can't," he reassured, "Would be meeting Hanako by now if that was the case, not still going with your every whim." And maybe Johnny could feel V's emotions as well, his attachment to the engram he didn't want to regret. He sat down and asked: "Is it too late to ask for a second chance?"

"You can't be serious. Johnny, I gave every single gonk in this damned city a second chance. Same goes to you, but- Please, I need you to be honest with me. Don't care what I wanna hear, need to know I can trust you. Hell, I'll give you some leash way if- "Leeway," he corrected. "Uh-huh, that. Just- Don't ruin what we have, just cause you can." "I'll try damned hard." It felt honest. It was all V asked for.

"You got nothing to gain from running from destroying this." This. That something that made their heart beat in a fast, but pleasant pace. That made their eyes look for the other's, and anchored into them. That made their lips crook into smiles, despite everything. This, that unnamed relationship that made V feel like Johnny's hand looked lonely resting on the cold steel. "I know, V. I know."

"I just… don't get you sometimes," V admitted after a peaceful while. "It's okay, V. I was sort of a misunderstood genius, in my time." "Nah, I mean. I saw it, felt it. You liked being back. In control of everything. Could've just ran. Take the pills til I couldn't follow. Yet, here we are. Me - driving. You - on the backseat. Why?" "Eh, you know your way behind the wheel." "Johnny… Honesty. Remember?"

Johnny turned to him, with a quip on the tip of his tongue he swallowed back when he saw the look V had for him, the warmth V had for him. He stopped, and V felt himself take a big gulp of air suddenly. Johnny's eyes fell on his lips, and the same want reached their minds. Yet, Johnny still had to run his mouth. "Fuck, fine. Felt great, yeah. Better than ever. Johnny Silverhand, Rockerboy Legend, back in business! But, the longer I was myself, the more painful that... sharp something near my heart - our heart - got. Only got better when I felt you here, when this stupid wave of relief washed over me."

They kissed, and it already felt so natural. The same ease settled in their minds, the same wave of affection. A single kiss, despite them wanting more. Because they both weren't used to that kind of love. Something simple, and free. Something passionate, yet gentle. Something they truly wanted, instead of pretending to. "Know what you mean," V admitted, "This. Now. World's fucked up. I'm fucked up and you're even worse. And yet… Feels like I finally found a place where I belong when you're around, found a home."

"This can't be good," Johnny said, halfway between amusement and worry. "Dunno, maybe it is. I don't wanna think about it too hard - wanna enjoy the feeling while it lasts." "Same here."

"So, about that second chance… what you'll get me to do this time? Don't ask me to grab a mic, I'd rather go steal an AV and climb that fucking tower myself!" "Nah, your coup at the Orbital Station's enough. It's about Rogue."

"One of the many people you let down. Wanna be friends again?" "Not sure. Maybe I shouldn't insert myself back into her life." "Way too late, Johnny. Backing off now would just be another excuse to ruin your relationship with her." "You're right. Always promised her I would- well-" Johnny was hesitating. His vibrant emotions started to fade, like he was trying to hide them from his host. "Just tell me the truth. All I'm asking." "Promised her a date, long, long ago. Never found the right moment." "Sure, I'll call." "You sure, that'd mean-" "You're trying, Johnny. Can feel it. Can take the body for a ride. Just, be gentle... gentler with it, yeah? No alcohol, drugs, or whatever the-" "No, I mean. Won't that… fuck it up 'tween us?"

A pause. V smiled, than laughed. Giddy at the thought that there indeed was the beginning of a relationship between them now, something Johnny admitted he was scared to loose, but V had felt Johnny's feelings for Alt, and felt his feelings for Rogue's not long after. He knew that that heart he was so closely protecting was bigger than they all thought. "Johnny, I've been around you long enough to know you can handle more than one." "Fuck, V. Maybe you're right."

#johnny silverhand #cyberpunk 2077 #male!v #oc: vaea temarii #rsd!johnny my beloved <3 #also polyam!johnny my beloved <3 <3

[wellthebardsdead]

Clockwork heart pt12

Part 11 here

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*pained screaming, groaning and moaning echoing through the temple halls as servants and priests frantically rush about to try and ease the pain of the head of house dagoth*

Voryn: *now a chimer again after being blessed by Azura, his golden body convulsing and contracting in agony, feeling like he’s suffering an eternal heart attack as he rides out another seizure*

Nerevar: *A chimer again too after walking as himself for so long, now holding his hand and wiping his face with a damp cloth* He’s not stopping. Where’s Divayth Fyr?!

Councillor: he’s not here yet Hortator, Tel Fyr is far from the temple it’ll take him time to teleport here-

Nerevar: THEN MAKE HIM HURRY DAMN Y-

???: Enough yelling! Out of my way.

Nerevar: *looks up as the ancient dunmer Divayth enters the room*

Divayth Fyr: Azuras mercy how long has he been like this?

Nerevar: we don’t know, he was found like this in his office- *quickly holds him down as voryns back arches and he screams in agony again, trying to claw at his chest to rip his heart out* my love no!

Divayth: *grabs voryns face as nerevar holds him down to see his third eye literally shaking in its socket, looking in several directions in a rapid sporadic manor* hm. *places his hand over it and taps into his mind only to hear not voryn screaming, but the bellows of a dead god, and the blood curdling, familiar cries of his old friend, sotha sil* what- *staggers back as he’s suddenly pushed from his mind with the vision of a glowing orb in the darkness beneath the earth*

Voryn: *body suddenly holding still as his screams halt in his throat* Ḧ̵͖͓́e̷̯̻̚ ̵̢̼̔͋W̵͔̭̅͋i̶̪̰͑l̵̛̙̒l̷̡̗̔̈ ̸̳̚B̸͕͌̀è̷͈̥̏ ̶̣̉͋͜W̸͔͂̀h̵̞̯͘͝o̴̠̾͗l̶̨̬̐e̵͖̿͠ ̵͈̔A̷̤̐g̸̝͕̾̿ȧ̷̟i̶̳̖͌n̴̻̿.̸͖͘

Nerevar: He? Who will be whole again- Voryn! *quickly pulls him into his arms as the other chimer gasps in a deep breath and comes out of his fit*

Voryn: *sobs and clings onto him holding him with one arm and his chest with the other* I saw- *coughs* the boy- the boy who walks as Seht, I saw sotha sils reincarnation, he found the soul of lorkhan, he’s hurting, it hurt him so badly, I feel his heartbeat again and it hurts! It hurts!

Nerevar: Shh it’s okay it’s alright now my love- *holds him close kissing his hair and drying his eyes before looking at Divayth Fyr for help* what do we do?…

Divayth Fyr: well, go find him. Obviously.

*meanwhile a week later in skyrim*

Wyrm: *clinging to the broken wall outside of the destroyed watch tower as the dragon flies overhead, cowering in terror*

Irileth: *firing lighting up at the beast* I thought you said you were at Helgen!

Wyrm: I said I was there when the dragon attacked I never said I fought it!

Taliesin: *firing ice up at the beast* Being present at a dragon attack does not a dragon slayer make! *coughs as he’s suddenly slapped against a rock by the dragons tail*

Wyrm: TALIESIN! *rushes over to heal him only to freeze as the dragon turns its attention to him and readies to burn him alive* No… *backs up feeling a strange energy crackle to his finger tips, rising with his fear as the dragon unleashes his fury* I JUST WANTED TO GO HOME!

———

???: come on it’ll be easy! We’ll be in and out before you know it!

Wyrm: *blinks his eyes open to see a girl in front of him, and hears himself speak with a voice not truely his own* I- I don’t want to, we’ll get in trouble.

???: nobody will notice. What? Scared you’ll disappoint Nan or mother? What’s the worst she can do? A scolding? We’ll be home before you know it!

———

Wyrm: *blinks again, opening his eyes to see the dragon in front of him, dead, and smoking as if it had been cooked in the bowels of red mountain* wh-what? *staggers back in shock* did I do that? I- *jumps as the dragons body flakes away into a wind of ash and colour as it’s soul absorbs itself into his body*

Taliesin: *sitting up in shock and awe at what he’d witnessed, both at how he’d slain the dragon and how he absorbed its soul after* How did you… do that?…

*a few hours later*

Wyrm: *unlocks the door to his new house* I-I don’t think this place will be of any use to me miss Lydia but you’re welcome to stay here when I go home to winterhold.

Lydia: *helping a very sore Taliesin inside* thank you my thane, I’ll make sure it stays clean and safe for you. *sets the high elf in a chair and starts unpacking the groceries*

Wyrm: *looks around the space in awe before sitting the dragon bones and scales on the table* it’s, very small compared to home. Not enough book shelves too… *looks at Taliesin* are you okay?

Taliesin: hm? Oh yes I’m fine just trying to figure out if the pain in my spleen is just a bruise or a broken rib gone astray.

Wyrm: I-I’m sorry I dragged you into that.

Taliesin: what? Don’t be sorry you didn’t even get a chance to protest before Irileth dragged you off. *huffs* the way Balgruuf snapped at you when you tried to leave too I was ready to slap him myself, but neither of us have the gold to pay my bail… hm, hopefully I’d have some handsome guards watching me though~

Wyrm: *sighs and sits beside him* and now I’m apparently the dragonborn… *hugs his knees to his chest, long hair draping around himself like a blanket*

Taliesin: Oh yes, just another detour to add to our journey. All based on nord superstition.

Wyrm: *sighs* I hope it is just superstition. I’m already having visions of my life as sotha sil, and seeing how lorkhan was killed too, now this…

Taliesin: …I’m sorry that was a lot for me to take in can you repeat that please?

Wyrm: I… I was found abandoned as a baby with a book, nobody can read it but when I got these special gauntlets the text translated and I saw it was a diary belonging to sotha sil, it told me about his grief, the murder of indoril nerevar and then… I started having nightmares, and then visions, and now I’m blacking out randomly and doing strange magic without realising it… what… happened to the dragon by the way?… I know I killed it but…

Taliesin: you,.. don’t remember? You touched it’s nose and then it was like it inhaled it’s own fire and it exploded out through all of its scales. You vaporised it.

Wyrm: I- I did?? Oh gods no is that what I did to the soldiers in Helgen? Hadvar said I drove them mad and they burst into piles of ash. *hugs himself tighter* I- what if I lose control when I go home? What if I hurt papa like that?

Taliesin: … *gets up and walks to him gently tucking his hair back behind his ears to look at his face* hey… it’s okay. I’m sure these, greybeard fellows are wise enough that they can help us. We’ll find a way to sort this out.

Wyrm: *sniffles looking at him from behind his knees* w-we?

Taliesin: of course. I crawled through a barrow and fought a dragon with you. I’m in this ride till the end now my friend. You’re stuck with me~

Wyrm: *heart fluttering realising he has another real friend, not one made from metal* r-really? Th- *tears up again and rubs his face* Aw biscuits.

Taliesin: *heart exploding from how unfairly cute he is* yes, really. *pats his hair before scoffing* Gods do you have any idea how long it took me just to get my hair this length?! And here you are letting your lovely hair get filthy dragging along the ground!

Wyrm: I?

Taliesin: *suddenly pulls his hair back and starts braiding it* I don’t care if I have to set aside two hours every day to put this up for you it’s going to drive me mad watching you be so careless with it!

Wyrm: *bright pink in his cheeks* I-I didn’t think it was that big of a deal-

*meanwhile*

Nerevar: *quietly packing his bag for the journey to skyrim*

Voryn: *dressed only in a loose robe after being bed ridden for several days following his fit* neht?…

Nerevar: *jumps and turns to face him* l-love you shouldn’t be standing up. *swiftly embraces him and sits him down on a comfy chair*

Voryn: *looking up at him with tired, heavy eyes* I’m coming to skyrim too…

Nerevar: No you’re not I’ll find the boy on my own and you’ll stay here with Divayth to assist you.

Voryn: we promised we’d both raise him… to adopt and look after him… you need my heart to know where he is…

Nerevar: … *kneels down in front of him and takes his hand* but what if you have another fit like that?…

Voryn: then we hurry to find him faster… please… he’s in danger he… he needs us both…

Nerevar: *sighs and nods* you’re right… *gently strokes his cheek* just please… spend the journey resting okay?…

Voryn: *nods tiredly and squeezes his hand* I will my moon and star…

Nerevar: my dreamer… *leans in and kisses him softly*

#skyrim #wyrm dragonborn #sotha sil #skyrim taliesin #nerevar #voryn dagoth

[beesnutz]

How the Star Trek: The Original Series Cast would react to you having a tapeworm!

KIRK: This.. Worm, it is... hurting you... and you caught it.. on this ship..? (pause). The medical team in sick bay will help you. Ah.. How i feel? A captain.... A captain is not allowed to get involved with anyone personally, even if what they have is a tape worm. I am deeply sorry. I promise you, we will do what we can to figure out how this tapeworm managed to get into your body. It is our duty.

UHURA: Tapeworm?! Of all the... You poor thing.. we must get you to sick bay immediately. I'll open up a channel.. You know, I've too caught a nasty bug, when i was a child. But I don't remember the ailment as much as I do my doting mother taking care of me as I healed.. I hope you too, have someone special near you who will be there by your side.. (she looks away shyly). Perhaps I will come to check up on you at some point, as well...

SPOCK: Fascinating... To be infected by a tapeworm in space is quite a difficult, if not impossible feat. Unless it is some alien variety, of course, although you have not joined us in many away missions as of late. Quite illogical.. No matter, as it would be more illogical for you to lie about your condition. For the sake of efficiency of the ship, please take control of your situation as soon as possible.

SULU: Phew... a nasty little bug you caught there, let's hope the living conditions in that belly aren't up to standards, maybe it'll move out.. Jokes aside, tapeworms are a serious thing, so don't put it off any longer. Don't worry, I'll take care of your post, there's only so many flowers i can prune in the botany bay before my mood gets just as thorny! (laughs). Be strong, pal.

CHEKOV: Grr.. Yes. The "Tapeworm". We have many tales about the nasty thing in Russia. Gah, If only I was small enough to go in there myself, I'd strangle that slimy little thing with my own hands to make sure it would NEVER try to bother you again.!! Huh? Ah.. yes. It seems i've become too heated over it - but it hurts to know that thing is destroying your body! I apologize...

JANICE: Ehh, a tapeworm, how gross is that?! Oh, sorry.. Well. I've never seen anything fall ill to anything like that on this ship, the medics are all top notch professionals. Nothing to worry about!... I'll go back to work now...

SCOTTY: Aye, I'm no gonna lie to ye, the chances of pickin' up a TAPEWORM o' all things on here.. Is hard to believe! I'm already swamped with work over here, and now, to worry about you.. Nae, trust me, I like'ta worry about you!

CHAPEL: Now how did you manage to get yourself a pet tapeworm? Ah, stranger things happen on this ship almost every day, I shouldn't even be suprised! Listen, run off to Dr. Mccoy to give you a proper examination, I'm stuck here with this job.. But, hey, afterwards, come to my cabin, okay..? ..I can make a lovely soup that's perfect for any rainy day.

MCCOY: What the devil are you talking about? All that my tricorder shows is a "hard" case of BOWEL OBSTRUCTION. Take this pill and call me in the morning.

#star trek

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

This story was taken from my old blog's drafts since it was nearly finished when I stopped lol.

@giugirl743 pretty sure it was you who asked for this.

Main 4 x reader - Adopting fluffies

Prelude:

It'd taken you slightly longer to finish your mission, leaving your partner to pace in his room, anticipating your return, or at least some news from you. He had half a mind to just go out to your location and find out what was keeping you, until you pushed the door open with your hip, a brown box in your arms.

"What took you so long?" He questioned, eyeing the box. "This, check it out." You laid it on the floor, opening up the flap to six little gruntlings, four of them looking similar with light grey fur, one with dark tiger stripe patterns, another a tortoiseshell of greys, but the two that stood out the most were the pure white one and pure black one.

Hank

- "What the fuck-" He's confused, these are perhaps the ugliest looking cats he's ever seen, tiny bumbling things without a muzzle or ears or even a tail. But he's easily won over as he sticks a hand into the box, the furry little fellas flocking to him, sniffing and rubbing against his arm.

- "Cute." He picks the melanistic one up, examining one of his teeny paws. "What the hell are they though? Some kind of... Cat-grunt hybrid?" "Seems like it. I found them in that box, along with a note saying 'Rejects, to be destroyed.' I couldn't leave them there Hank, I just couldn't."

- "You're lucky they're cute." By now the others had managed to climb their way out of the box, you shut the door to stop them escaping into the bowels of the base. "But what exactly are we going to do with them?"

- "Keep them of course, I don't know of anyone who'd take them in, and I'm sure as hell not leaving them outside to be hunted and killed. Look at them, they're just babies, they'll die Hank." Hank looked back to the black furball in his hands, he gave a pathetic 'mew' and licked Hank's thumb.

- "Doc is gonna be pissed with you." Doc is indeed pissed with you. "That's six more mouths to feed, six mouths that can't earn their stay, six mouths that need to be constantly monitored. You're a fucking idiot."

- You meekly held out Snowball, the albino female, to Doc's face. "How can you say no to her?" The others crowded around his feet, mewing and clawing at his trousers, pleading their case wordlessly.

- "For the love of- Y'know what, fine. They're your problem, I don't want to deal with them. You and Hank can sort it out between you, and if you can't, get rid of them, I am not helping you with them at all."

- Hank treats them like pets, he finds bowls for food and water, cat toys to keep them entertained, getting them collars with little bells so you can hear them because he's nearly stepped on them so many times. He also gets pet beds, which never actually get used because the furry gang all sleep on your shared bed.

- The little buggers shed a lot, Hank has gone through so many lint rollers trying to keep his trench coat clean. It doesn't work, the second its fur free, the fuzzy assholes climb all over him and get fur on it again.

Sanford

- "Whoa shit, look at that, haha-" He scoops the tortoiseshell one out of the box and looks her over. "Funny looking thing aren't you? Like a grunt, but... hairier."

- "Reject clones, agency was going to euthanize them." "What? But look at em! These things are just little babies." "I think that's the point honey. Agency is out to kill us, remember? Can't do that with furry babies." "I dunno babe, these things could kill with their cuteness, just like you."

- He takes to the lil furballs well, thanks to his massive frame he can easily carry all of them, a frequent sight around the base is four fluffballs clinging to his shoulders, one on his head, and the last in his arms. If anyone questions it, he just replies with "They're my kids."

- Similarly to Hank, he'll bring back goodies for them to play with, tiny mouse toys, balls with bells inside them, those fishing rod like tease toys with feathers on the end.

- He wasn't joking with the kids remark, mother hen mode is activated, he won't even allow Doc to tell them off if they eat some of his documents. "They're just little babies, they didn't do it on purpose, look at them." They 100% did it on purpose.

- When he's alone/thinks he's alone in the base, he'll talk back to them when they mew at him. Ford doesn't understand them, but he'll just smile and pat their little heads. "Oh, is that right?" "No, it's not dinner time yet." "You're right, they are a lovely parent, aren't they?"

- If Sanford falls asleep before you, expect no room to cuddle him, the fluffies have already claimed him as a snuggle buddy.

Deimos

- "Oh shit, I haven't seen one of these in ages." He picks up a pure grey one by the scruff and it squeals in protest. "Dei! Hold them gently or not at all!" You chastise him, taking the furry fella from his hand.

- "Babe, they're like every other clone, just smaller. And hairier. Trust me, these little bastards are just playing the long con, I know from experience." You raise an eyebrow at him. "But look at them, they're just little babies. You can't tell me they're sinister."

- "Babe, I know what clones are like, these guys included." He picked up another one, this time gently so you wouldn't get snippy with him again. "They just pretend to be pathetic little pets."

- "Pretending or not, I'm keeping them. If you don't like it, then you can sleep on the couch." He reluctantly let the issue go.

- The more time you spend with them however, the sweeter he starts to become. You're curled up on the couch on your tablet, Jet sits on your lap and watches Deimos approach and sit next to you, tossing am arm around your shoulders. Jet lets out a soft "Meep!" and leaps from your lap into his. Instinctively he brushes his hand down the melanistic furball's back as though he was a cat.

- Maybe these walking dust balls aren't so bad after all. Jet pukes up a hairball onto Deimos' tank top. "You motherfucker-" Or maybe they're just waiting for a moment of weakness to strike.

2BDamned

- "No." "I haven't even-" "I know what you're going to ask, and it's a no." "But Kyle-" 2BD shakes his head. "Honey, I can let a lot of things slide, but this is just weird. They're clones, even if they are pretending to be domestic pets, they think, walk, and talk like us."

- You put your hands over his and gave him the best puppy eyes you could. "They're just babies, we could raise them right." It doesn't take much to wear him down, he can't resist you, those sad gorgeous eyes, soft low tone, delicate frown.

- "You're gonna be the death of me. Fine. There are conditions, however." You don't let him finish, jumping into his arms and kissing his forehead. "Thank you." He exhales and shakes his head. "They're your burden to bear. If you can't care for them, then I will get rid of them."

- And he's true to his word, he doesn't feed them, groom them, play with them, nothing. It's entirely your responsibility. Hairballs? You're doing the washing. Poop/pee accidents? You're cleaning the floor.

- He refuses to warm up to them. To him, they're just little pests, no doubt one day they'll grow up and just be assholes to him anyway. And yet the little bastards won't leave him alone. Mewling and begging for his love, tiny paws pulling at his pant legs.

- Yet he remains steadfast. One night you find him leaning back in his chair, having dozed off during one of his many all-nighter sessions of work, Tiger has made his lap her resting place. Sitting in loaf position, the fluff sleepily chirps as you come over.

- You gently rouse 2B and guide him to bed, knowing he'll be cranky about a sore spine otherwise. Tiger follows, and in his sleepy state, 2B doesn't push her away when she settles on his chest to sleep as well.

#madness combat #madcom #madness combat reader insert #madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #2bdamned #2bdamned x reader #hank j wimbleton #hank #hank x reader #sanford #sanford x reader #deimos #deimos x reader #fluffy grunts #x gon deliver to ya

[lady-wallace]

Whumptober Day 7 - "Eternity is Misery" (Hellsing)

Have some Alucard whump for today's @whumptober story!

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Prompts Used: Radio Silence, 'Can you hear me?' Fandom: Hellsing Character: Alucard

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It had been three days since Alucard had gone radio silent and that did not sit well with Integra. As impudent as the vampire could be at times, he was still unretractably bound to her and the fact that she had heard nothing from him, and he was now over two days late for his mission report, she could only assume something had gone horribly wrong. And not the kind of horribly wrong that ended with Alucard destroying a whole town or something of that nature. This was more serious and Integra fought not to let her nervousness show as she drove with Walter and several of her best men to the location of Alucard's last mission.

Integra reached into her pocket for her cigars and pulled one out, tucking it between her lips. "I swear, if I find him just sitting somewhere ignoring me, I'll rain hell down on him."

"I'm sure there's an explanation for his absence," Walter said, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. "I'm sure Alucard is aware of how foolish it would be to test your patience."

Integra flicked on her lighter and inhaled as she lit her cigar. "I would hope that he does," she muttered.

But honestly, she genuinely hoped that this was just a case of the vampire being defiant, because she did not want to think about what could have possibly kept him away against his will. If that was the case, and he had somehow been detained by another party, then they had a lot more to worry about than a petulant vampire king.

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It was a seemingly unassuming location but one where suspicious activity had been taking place, leading Integra to initially send Alucard to investigate. What they found when they arrived at the old manor house was silence—too much silence—and yet she could instinctively tell that Alucard was close. His bond to her allowed for that, but it did not feel as tangible as it usually did and that only worried her further. Integra commanded her men to spread out and search the premises as she took Walter with her to search the bowels of the manor.

"I don't like this, Walter," she muttered to him.

"I agree that something does not feel right, Sir Integra," he commented. "Perhaps we should take more precaution…"

Master….Integra….

Integra suddenly stopped as the phantom voice barely whispered in the back of her mind. "Walter," she called and turned down a hallway, heading deeper into the house. There was a locked room at the end of the hall and Integra wasted no time in pulling her pistol and shooting her way in. She shouldered the door aside and stepped into the room, squinting in the sudden bright light after the dim interior of the house, the cause being a giant skylight that currently had the sun pouring in through it.

And below, in the pool of light, lay Alucard.

"Alucard!" Integra rushed over, horror clenching in her chest as she took in the vampire.

He had been stripped to the waist and bound to a table with warded restraints. On top of that, sigils had been carved into his flesh, and multiple silver stakes had been driven through his body, pinning him at the shoulders, ankles, hands, and two through his sides. Integra wasn't sure of the sigils exact function but it was obvious they were binding his powers in some way. He looked horrific, skin burned and blistered by the sun he had been unable to escape for—what? Two-three days, now?

"My God," Integra muttered, already yanking her overcoat off to try and cover his body, using herself to block the sun from his face as she leaned over him. "Walter, call the others in here now."

She could hear the butler on the radio, as she reached down and carefully lifted Alucard's lolling head.

"Alucard, can you hear me?" she called, digging her nails into his jaw. "Answer me, Alucard—that is an order!"

He was unnervingly silent. Integra ground her teeth, hiding her concern with fury. "You better not be playing around, Alucard," she growled out, but was already pulling her glove off with her teeth, biting into her finger until it bled. She lowered the drop of blood to his split and chapped lips, running her finger carefully across them.

"Come now, Alucard. I won't give you any more until you wake up."

Relief washed through her as she watched his lips part slightly, a tongue that sounded as dry as sandpaper darted out to gather the blood from his lips. Eyes fluttered, revealing a familiar crimson light.

"My master…" Alucard whispered.

"That's better," Integra said, fighting to keep the relief from her voice. "What in God's name happened to you?"

A strangled chuckle escaped the vampire's throat. "What indeed?"

The other Hellsing men hurried into the room and Integra shifted around to the head of the table, still shielding Alucard's head with her shadow. "Get him off of this thing now!"

The men swarmed around the table, working at the restraints as Integra bent over Alucard.

"Who was it? Are they still here?"

"No," the vampire whispered. "They've left me to my own devices for the time being. They knew they could not take me at my full power." A slight cough escaped his throat and Integra watched as blood spattered his lips. Likely a result from the silver stakes stuck through him.

She lowered her voice. "How bad are you right now? Do not lie."

A soft chuckle as his eyes flickered open briefly to look at her. "Concerned for me, master? I'm flattered."

"You are an asset I cannot afford to lose," Integra snapped, annoyed by the smirk that turned up his bloody mouth. "So, will you recover?"

"I will need…some time," he said and sounded so tired, so much more tired than she thought she had ever heard him before. Integra could not help the well of worry that settled into her gut.

Alucard flinched with a gasp as one of the men began to pull the stakes from his body.

"Careful!" Integra snapped before she could stop herself.

Another chuckle, wet this time, hissed from his throat. "You are worried about me. How sweet, my Master Integra."

"Shut up and reserve what strength you have left," Integra snapped, fighting the annoyed flush that wanted to spread over her face. Ignoring the terror that consumed her at the thought of losing Alucard, especially to some unknown enemy.

His eyes slid shut, actually seeming to obey her, though he trembled as they finally finished freeing him, betraying his weakness at the moment.

"Walter," Integra called and the butler came to her side instantly. "Help me get him up. Can you stand, Alucard?"

"I will do my best, Master Integra."

She and Walter each took an arm and lifted him up off the table. "Quickly, give him your coats," she snapped at the men.

Several of them peeled off their coats, wrapping them around Alucard's exposed skin and covering his head. It was a slow walk out to the cars, Alucard leaning heavily against Integra and Walter's shoulders. This close, she could feel the tenseness in his body, hear every nearly silent hiss of pain as he moved. His bare feet left bloody footprints behind and Integra realized they had also carved sigils into the soles of his feet. Still, she knew offering to have the men carry him would only wound Alucard's pride. He would recover in time. He always did. She had no reason to worry.

He seemed impossibly weak by the time they got back to the car, slumping into the backseat with a cut off sigh of relief. The car was equipped with well-tinted windows specifically so that Alucard could ride in it comfortably during the day if need be, but he still stayed bundled in the various coats, slumped against the seats, head hanging toward his chest.

Integra turned to her men. "Stay and investigate. I want to know who did this," she said before turning to Walter. "Let's go, Walter."

The butler nodded and Integra climbed into the backseat next to Alucard.

As the car started, the injured vampire lolled his head toward her, eyes opening briefly, peeking out from behind tangled hair.

Integra finally allowed herself to reach for another cigar, lighting it and waiting for the smoke to fill her lungs, calming her.

"Master Integra?" Alucard rasped and the woman raised an eyebrow at him. "Would it be…too bold to ask for a donation of blood?"

Integra plucked the cigar from her lips. "Did I not already give you some?"

A sigh. "It will take…much more than that for me to heal. These sigils…even now they're binding my strength. If I cannot heal them, then I cannot heal the rest of me."

Integra glanced up at him, wondering what else had been done to the vampire during his captivity. He was hunched toward her, head very nearly resting on her shoulder, eyes practically begging. She refused to conjure the image of a begging puppy, and normally she would have told him to sod off, but she had never seen him injured this badly before. He was actually…hurting…and that didn't sit well with her at all.

She took another long draw from the cigar before she stubbed it out and started to roll up her sleeve.

"Very well, but just this once, mind you," she said. "I will not tolerate you getting any ideas that you can ask for more than a drop of my blood any time you wish."

"Of course not, Master," Alucard said quietly, a small smile gracing his lips. "Your generosity is much appreciated."

Integra grunted and pulled a knife from her pocket, bringing it to her forearm. She cut a thin line through her flesh and watched Alucard's eyes fix on the red line of beaded blood, nostrils flaring.

"There, come drink. But only what you need, understand?"

Alucard slumped limply, cheek propped against her arm just like a loyal dog. Integra's eyebrows knitted together with brief annoyance at his boldness, but she did not scold him, simply pressed the arm she had cut to his mouth and allowed him to drink from her veins. He brought one bloody hand up to cradle her wrist in a gentle way as if she were a delicate thing he was scared to break.

His eyes slid shut as he drank, his wounded body relaxing into the seats.

Integra leaned back, watching him intently as his tongue worked against her wound. He was careful not to let his fangs catch on her skin and she realized that he must be exercising an impossible amount of restraint right now so as not to simply drain her in one go.

Something fluttering very close to affection made its way through Integra and she brought her free hand up to rest against the soft, dark locks, unable to resist running her fingers through them.

"Alucard, when we get back, I want you to rest for as long as it takes you to heal," she said decisively.

He stopped drinking her blood and turned to look up at her with some surprise. "But, Master, surely I am needed with this new threat."

"Providing what information you can will be enough, I cannot risk letting them take you again," Integra told him, fingers tightening against the back of his skull to make sure he got her meaning. "I don't take kindly to those who try to take what belongs to me. Your orders are simply to rest up and heal. You will be no good to me in such a weakened state."

A small smile, perhaps more grateful than anything, spread across his lips this time, and Alucard pulled Integra's hand to his lips, kissing it. "As my master wishes."

Integra nodded firmly, her other hand subconsciously stroking his hair once before she allowed him to go back to feeding, already planning the hell she would rain down on anyone who dared assume they could take the vampire from her.

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[atrial-ofhorror-if]

-stroking my chin like a wise old man-

i see this ask floating around IFs sometimes and yanno what im curious because i do think it's an interesting one. SO:

If your characters, who would be Orpheus, and who would be Eurydice? Or, who would look back, and who would make it out of the Underworld?

Ooo, I love this ask! This is gonna be a long one folks, so buckle up.

For the ROS:

Faizan: Would be Orpheus and not look back. They don't believe that death is going to uphold his part of the bargain; they're just cynical like that 🥲. In the end, they would much rather live in the moment; in a beautifully crafted lie than be faced with a cold hard truth. Imagine their face when you two leave the tunnel and they feel you embracing them from behind. They may even shed a tear or two 🥲🥲

Adakai: Hmmm, I would say they would be an unwilling Eurydice 👀👀👀. And they are 100 percent looking back 💀. They can't help it, so much has been taken from them without a moment's pause. And a deal like this is just too good to be true for them. Halfway through the tunnel, Adakai would start to hear the whispers of deceptive spirits. Telling them that you're not there, that they've been lied to and deceived. To know that you're never coming back and that they are the cause of it... that would fully destroy the final and last thread that holds them together.

Moore: 😬😬😬 would be Eurydice and not look back. They know that your life is on the line and that you're relying on them. They wouldn't dare betray your trust or let you down. But they're shaking and sweating the whole time they're making the trek back. The one time you see them lacking their usual stone composure.

Alvarez: Would be Orpheus and look back. But its not even an intentional look back either! They were rambling, trying to fill the awkward silence and weren't looking where they were stepping. Que random misplaced stone and watch them flail and fall onto their back. Technically, they aren't looking back, but death doesn't care about technicalities, unfortunately. Their face is a picture of heartbreak, and pain as they watch you get sucked back into the inner bowels of hell.

Yue: He's kind of special since ya know his father is death and all 💀💀. He would look back only because he knows the type of bullshit his father pulls, and because of that he can't trust him, the one time he should, hello? As soon as he gets to the mouth of the underworld he's looking back; just to curse his father out for even holding you in the underworld only to see you become corporal and then fade into nothing.

Now the SOs. It's not gonna be as indepth; since they're just FWB but I still wanted to include them in the fun.

Jin: Would be Orpheus and is looking back 💀💀 which, y'all don't even know how funny and ironic this one is.

Khalid: Would be Eurydice and is looking back. Khalid would think you've called him and look back to see you fade into nothing.

Meechie (Carlos): Would be Orpheus and not looking back. Partially, because he knows there are a couple of ghosts that are waiting for him to slip up down there.

Emiko(Yuna): Would be Eurydice and is not looking back. She's also a special case lol 💀

Nola(Nora): Would be Orpheus and is looking back. C'mon, she's the conspiracy theorist y'all! She's not trusting anything she's told.

Sati: Would be Eurydice and not looking back. She's always been a bit of an gambler.

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[mnmovdoom]

DAY 27 - Stumbling (SW: Darth Vader & Luke Skywalker)

Watching his son writhe in pain and screaming for help took him back to that day in Mustafar, to when he choked Padmė to the point she lost consciousness.

She had begged him to stop, and now her son was begging him for help to stop Sidious.

Vader hadn't killed Padmé, like Sidious had told him, like he had believed all these years. Vader hadn’t killed their child - or children, as he’s just learned.

But he would get Luke killed if he just stood by. And the Princ- and Leia, too.

He would not allow Sidious to destroy what little Vader had left. Unprecedented anger flowed through his veins and filled him with raw power and strength, allowing him to grab Sidious, unfeeling to the Force-lightning now coursing through this suit, through his flesh and mechanics, and throw him down the reactor shaft.

For a moment, Vader watched with wide eyes behind the mask as his former Master, as the liar, the traitor, disappeared into the bowels of his own monstrous creation. For a moment, Vader was overwhelmed by an almost unbearable sense of freedom, like the chains that had been holding him back had suddenly broken and he was stumbling forwards, like he had been locked somewhere breathing stale air and now a gush of wind had just hit him in the face.

For the first time, Vader did what he should’ve always done as a father: he protected his son.

The thought of his son made him turn his head to where Luke was still lying on the floor, panting and staring at Vader with wide, surprised eyes. Tendrils of smoke rose from his body slowly, forming a thin veil around him.

Vader had been hit with Force-lightning before, and he knew how crippling it was. The realisation that his son was injured again,because of him, put a massive weight on Vader’s shoulders that destroyed his newfound freedom, immediately chaining him once again, albeit this time to someone and something much more pleasant - his son, the duties of fatherhood.

Vader didn’t know how to be a father, but he immediately pushed himself away from the railing he had almost collapsed against and stumbled to where Luke was now trying to scramble to his feet. Vader’s suit was damaged and breathing was hard and painful, even though he had added proper insulation to the suit right after Sidious hit him with Force-lightning for the first time. But as he had done so many times before, he willed himself to push through, to live, to stumble gracelessly towards his son and help him up as fast as he could.

“Father…” Luke breathed, standing on shaky legs and leaning onto Vader, who willed himself to support his own weight plus Luke’s - he was still looking at Vader in shock, but it morphed into determination when an explosion rocked the Death Star. “Father, we need to go!”

Such a simple statement entailed many questions - the most pressing being what would happen to Vader if they did escape. But to answer all those questions, they really had to get out.

“Come, we must get to my shuttle,” Vader urged, his voice full of static from his broken vocoder. Luke nodded, working his jaw and clinging to Vader - who realised he was clinging to his son. They both were in pain, with no means of masking it and sharing it freely through their bond in the Force: Vader felt Luke’s pain as his own, felt the way his muscles were still reeling from having spasmed so hard they almost wrung themselves off the bones; Luke felt his father’s pain as his own, felt his lungs burn and the air barely filling them.

Together, they stumbled to the turbo-lift, moving as fast as they could under the circumstances, standing on unsteady legs for as long as they were in the lift, and then stumbling into the hangar where Vader had left his shuttle. It was a smaller, private hangar that had three different access codes, too laborious to override in an emergency situation such as the undergoing attack. There were no emergency sirens in this hangar, and as soon as the last blast door closed behind Vader and Luke, the hangar was eerily silent, giving them a false sense of peace. Everything could be fine, if not for the battle raging outside and all the panic and stress and despair clogging the Force.

They hurried across the hangar, stumbling together gracelessly, holding onto each other for support. Vader knew that it was just adrenaline that was keeping Luke running, and that the moment they reached the shuttle, Luke would properly feel the immediate consequences of Force-lightning. He would probably have to deal with long-term effects from it too, unless he accepted that Vader taught him how to use the Force to strengthen himself.

But that was for when they were safe, and even though they finally made it into the shuttle, Vader still had to fly them out of the Death Star and away from the battle.

Vader willed himself to do so, to take his son to safety.

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[cj-parker]

i have several complex chronic health conditions and one of those conditions is hyperhidrosis which for those who don't know is excessive sweating which can be localised such as just the hands or just the feet or just the armpits etc or generalised which is all over the body or several areas all once or craniofacial which which is localised to the head and face area. I have generalised and craniofacial and it is absolutely soul destroying, it's embarressing and debilitating, its uncomfortable and stops me from doing so much. I did however begin treatment for it last year which although initially took some time to find the right doasage and some time for it to start wprking fully, did eventually work absolute wonders! As it turned out the medication i was on for the hyperhidrosis also seemed to work on the symptoms of my conditions too! As it was a medication uused to treat bladder urgency and spasms of the bladder it therefore helped with that issue (so well) but... it also stopped the spasms in my back and my bowel, i felt fantastic on it, id never been better, yep thats right there's a BUT coming!.... The tablets stopped being manufactured! they were no longer available, just like that! No warning, no chance to prepare, just stopped! So there i was with no medication and left to go back to suffering! I had by this time been discharged by the dermatogist as the condition was being managed and under control. So i had to start back right at the beginning, back to the gp to request another referal to the dermatologist, to be put back on their waiting list, and then to wait for an appointment and then the sress of trying to get someone to give me a lift there (as i dont drive and no public transport goes that way), all while being left untreated and just like that all the above mentioned conditions returned. Eventually i got my appointment and i'm now on a different medication but it is proving not to be anywhere near as affective, i still have uncontollable attacks of sweating, my bladder has become over active again and the spasm is back in my back. I feel aboslutley awful, in pain, slugglish, sweating and habbing to dash to the lav what feels like every five minutes and half a dozen times during the night. It has left me feeling extremely dejected and depressed, disappointed and so upset that i had my miracle cure all right there, only to have it snatched away and it is competely out of my control because it's just gone, it's not like i can try and fight to get it back because it's just not being produced. So here i am once again miserable, sad and at a loss. It just goes to prove that no matter how good times can be it can all be taken away and lost in a hearbeat, just like that!

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