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bayporwave · 27 days

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Utik

The utik (yoo-tik) are a sophont species the rakii came in contact with when they first landed on Tkrin, their second largest moon orbiting Rek. The utik were actually the first to even set foot onto it, as they had no other choice. After suffering massive damage to their ship, the utik were forced to land on the lunar surface and hope to survive or await help. Years later, the rakii show up, which started an a long, chaotic process of attempt of communication and debating ownership.

The bodies of the utik are actually not their true bodies. The actual sophont lies within the pearly cased cockpit. Utik like the Olac bio-mechs, mastered the technical art of bio-technology, having started on a very hot and humid planet. While unlike the Olac who switched to bio-technology as a means to evade a debilitating disease, the utik mastered it for years, working off various symbiotic organisms. Their mech suits, or cyborg bodies you could say are symbiotic, as after their nervous and circulatory systems are linked, the pilot has full control of the suit, having it feed off waste material from the pilot. The suit then takes the waste, replenishes it, mixes it's own formula into it and feeds it back to the pilot. Like a plant, it gets a lot of energy off light and other forms of UV Retaining it for hours. These suits are suitable (ha) for open space, and lunar terran for a limited time. However proper measures are made to keep the suits tidy from "space dust" so no one goes out "naked" and risk exterior damage.

(quick sketch of utik 'pooters n screens. NOT ENTIRELY FINALIZED)

However, this isn't their true form. At least they didn't start off like this.

Way before, after they reached the ultimate feat in their development, their star was noticeably suffering, as it was predicted to eventually turn into black hole. While they had years 'till then, there wasn't enough time to perfect their original forms for the long-term space travel. So. as best they could, they learned to carefully strip and reduce themselves to nothing more than squishy muscle and brain matter, beforehand creating living space suits and sleeper pods to maintain what's left. Several ships shot into space just in time before their star went dark and each ship jumped in different directions hoping to find and terraform a new world. This group of utik weren't so lucky, as said before.

Now for the first half of the year, rakii and utik were on some tense terms. A lot of internal debates on who gets the moon. While utik were capable of defense, they weren't in a great position to, and the rakii weren't sure how to proceed with their first extraterrestrial contact. (Non-religious turned contact I'd guess???) UNTIL, one day it was brought ahead that, the utik secrete an anti-radiation slime. Something they came with naturally, just cranked to 10.

At first, the rakii thought to use this fluid as an applicable substance similar to sun-block, required to apply pre-spaceflight. However, it was revealed that they are extremely allergic to it. So skin-contact was a big no.

(Unfortunate rakii subject applying utik-based lotion. Results: swelling in skin, which can further cause blisters and splits)

After several trials, they came to a conclusion of using it as a gel layering in space suits, capable of absorbing radiation and protecting the wearer.

This discovery brought up a plan and a deal. It was agreed, rakii and utik would share the moon, making their first ever alliance, in exchange the utik would allow the rakii to harvest this anti-radiation goop off them, of course while exchanging knowledge, and resources.

#alien #rakii #utik #spec evo #original species #biotechnology #spec bio

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astrologythingzzz · 1 month

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Astrology observations Nr. 5

Hello everyone! Here are some observations, please don't take them too seriously as they are my observations and not facts! 💞 I hope you have fun reading them. 🩷

Princess Diana was a libra rising. I am not going to discuss this in any way, but she screams libra rising. She was one of the most influential people when it comes to fashion, even people calling her the most influential fashion icon of all time.

Her grace, charm and sweetness, her love of dancing, her need for a stable and loving home (moon in the 4th house). Her cold and unstable childhood and the divorce of her parents that traumatized her for life (Capricorn IC, Saturn in the 4th house).

Sun in the 5th house folks love being photographed. They really love standing in front of a camera, doing lots and lots of photo shoots. They love portraying themselves and they love being the Center of attention. They're not shy or insecure about loving the spotlight.

Sun trine Ascendant need the admiration and approval of others. It makes a persons chart even more extroverted, they need attention like the air they breathe. For me, they are too braggy, almost snobbish because of their achievements. They are not the ones to be quiet about their life's, they will rub just anything under your nose if it makes them look good.

I can with almost 100% certainty spot a Cancer Moon. They have this half moon face, not as squishy and loveable like cancer risings have it. Their faces are more boney, more serious and almost hard. They do have big teeth though and big and wide smiles. They are always smiling on photographs.

Venus in Sagittarius will put money aside to travel the world, especially with a loved one or their significant other. They have no problem being away for longer for example to do a trip around the world for months.

Sister signs do have a magnetic effect on each other. I always see Leo's and Aquarius' in friendships, and also a lot of Scorpio and Taurus friendships. The sister sign doesn't have to be only the sun, but also involves the other planets and the moon.

Fixed signs attract each other a LOT! Especially Aquarius & Scorpio, Aquarius & Leo, Taurus & Scorpio, Taurus & Leo, Leo & Scorpio. It's like a moth to a flame, they need each others stability and fixed signs are more alike than most people think.

Libra Venus is the sweetest lover you could ever wish for. They'll buy you your favorite treats, always have flowers around for you and will always make sure you're alright and well fed. 🥺

Even though I am a Gemini Moon myself, I cannot stand other Gemini moons. They are somewhat self centered with a self-confidence that is absolutely not justified. They are the ones who are convinced they are the epitome of wisdom and knowledge. And Geminis are not the ones to do a lot of research, so most of their statements and opinions are false or not 100% correct. And it bothers me so much! 🙄

Anyway, that's all I have in mind! Hope you have a wonderful day, please read them carefully and with a bit of humor! Until soon, bye! 🩷

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wing-ed-thing · 9 months

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Konoha 12 Domestic/Spousal Headcanons

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Boruto Doesn't Exist, No Mentions of Children/Adoption

Completed versions of these headcanons will be linked on the character's name.

𓆃 Choji

THE BEST COOK ON THIS LIST NO ONE CAN COMPARE

Loves bonding over cooking and baking— whatever you like! If there's anything you're ever craving, Choji is taking to the kitchen to make you a gourmet meal as good as any professional chef!

Prime rib, lamb, tartare, croissants, macarons, soups! It doesn't matter your allergies or preferences, Choji can and will make you any food your heart desires.

Offers excellent cuddles. 11/10 squishy and soft.

Is very understanding, a fantastic listener, and naturally positive.

Never lets the romance l die, and after a hard day at work, will feed you ice cream while you rant about your day.

𓆃 Hinata

Traditional wife who has always wanted to be a traditional wife since she was a kid.

Content with cooking, doing laundry, and other domestic work.

Although, because of the society and the way she was brought up, she might feel insecure transitioning out of shinobi life.

While being made to feel weak isn't something Hinata is a stranger to, she is sensitive to comments from others about her domestic life.

Be sure to give her lot of reassurance and validate her work around the house.

𓆃 Ino

Also wanted to be a wife growing up, but the stay-at-home life is clearly not for her.

She'll try it for a period of time after your wedding or union, but she's far too restless for cooking and cleaning.

You supposed that she thought it would be relaxing and aesthetic, but if anything, she's getting frustrated and throwing the potato across the kitchen as soon as it slips out of her hand.

Ino will eventually find important work to do, come home to complain about it over dinner, and buy you something nice in a half-brag about how much more money she's making.

This is, of course, not to say she's bad at housework or doesn't do her share. She's perfectly good at domestic work and does the bulk of it, but the moment you expect it from her is the moment she stops.

𓆃 Kiba

A slob who, if allowed, will live in heaps of trash.

For the bulk of his 20s, he'll be super unsure of the whole settling down thing. You could make a whole bingo chart out of the cliche bachelor lines he spouts.

I'm not really a marriage kinda guy. I don't wanna tie myself down to a ball and chain. I just wanna meet people. I'm looking for someone who doesn't take themselves too seriously. Nah, I'm not looking for a relationship.

That is... until one day he wakes up and desperately wants a family of his own. To an extreme extent. Like his expectations are absolutely insane.

As a husband, you'll need to reevaluate those and have a nice long chat because at the beginning of your relationship he will certainly not be pulling his weight.

𓆃 Lee

Sweet, clingy, loving and sincere man.

Ah, you are the sun, the moon, and the world to Lee. He is constantly thinking of or doing the sweetest possible thing he possibly could for you at any given hour of the day.

Is his execution great? You'd give it a 50/50. Does he ever take a break? NO.

Whether it's breakfast in bed or going on a grocery run to get it off your plate, you're sure to have to put out one fire and learn how to use 20 carrots in your meal prep for the week.

He really tries his best, he just gets a little excited.

𓆃 Naruto

Another slob, although well intended.

Naruto never had a formal family growing up, and so he has little ideas of what's expected.

Much of his idea of what a partnership should be comes from media or stupid things that Shikamaru probably told him on the playground growing up, so you'll have to work together as a team to set expectations.

A lot of what he does for you is in his language (you have to learn that him making you both ramen cups is indeed a romantic gesture for him), but he loves exploring things that you like!

Naruto explores your likes and hobbies in a very genuine and non-performative way. Sharing things you enjoy together will be the foundation of your relationship.

𓆃 Neji

You'll spend your first year of marriage focused heavily on strict boundaries, expectations, and other couples work.

The way Neji was brought up completely fractured his sense of family. Not to mention, no matter what you're like Neji will certainly have to fight with his family in a silent battle over clan politics.

Because even though the Hyuga clan has stopped certain practices, doesn't mean that everyone in the clan is in mutual agreement or share similar attitudes with each other.

This will be a marriage built on structure and meaningful confrontation. Neji is determined to break the cycles of his family to make a healthy life with you.

𓆃 Sakura

Wasn't sure if she'd end up with a partner. She really wanted it, but with everything that happened in her life, she had her doubts.

Most definitely too hard on herself. Sakura pushes herself to almost fall over you to ensure you're pleased. Whether it's housework or cooking, there's a part of her that feels the need to prove her work ethic.

It's the small things with Sakura. Even after a long day at work, she'll still bring you your favorite home for dinner, even if the place is out of the way. She'll stay up an hour later to spend time with you even if she has an early morning.

𓆃 Sasuke

An ironic mix between Naruto and Sakura.

As a kid, Sasuke 100% wanted to be a husband when he grew up. 100% wanted to have a spouse to provide for and had similar dreams that some kids often do when they think about families.

But after the Uchiha Tragedy, much of Sasuke's outlook about his future has been skewed. Any relationship will start off as rather unstable and you can almost count on Sasuke being emotionally distant

It's about how the two of you work through his baggage and his willingness to be vulnerable.

𓆃 Shikamaru

Surprisingly well-adjusted?

He knows how to do basic life skills. Pulls his weight and sometimes even does your tasks. Shikamaru is generally clean and organized.

Where's the problem? He's terrified of commitment.

Most of the relationships in the Nara clan seem to consist of passive Nara men with verbose spouses who have no issue bossing their partners around.

But at the same time, Shikamaru doesn't mind this dynamic. He wants to laze, but he's also almost seemingly afraid of dynamics that allow him to laze.

He'll be just fine around the house, just a bit dramatic if you ever ask him to do anything. He'll get over it.

𓆃 Shino

Great husband and great family to marry into.

Just overall very balanced, if not quiet. The Aburame clan is close, but respectful of each other. You'll never have to deal with nagging in-laws because Shibi has already taken you in as one of his own.

Enjoy fresh meals of produce expertly tended to from the garden.

While Shino has his more talkative side when it comes to people he's close to, he's still quiet by nature. Don't expect that to change just because you've gotten married.

The obvious con is the massive amount of insects that will constantly be around you. You're not allowed to trap them or kill them.

You will have to get used to bugs crawling on you.

𓆃 Tenten

You're always doing something crazy.

You don't think any of the other Konoha 12 ever expected that Tenten would have the most exciting marriage, but look at her now.

You're always innovating, making new things for her business, and taking spontaneous trips to check out crafting techniques.

Anything and everything you set your mind to, you support each other in. There are ten million projects scattered around your home.

You roll up to get-togethers (when they seldom happen), being the most traveled and bringing the most unique gifts.

No one knows what you're going to be up to next.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: I apparently had a lot more opinions on all of these characters than I expected. When I make multi-character posts, I like to keep each section sort of short, so if you are interested in more in-depth hcs, tap the underlined name or visit my blog for more.

Sakura, Lee, Choji, Tenten and Sasuke are done at the current moment.

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stationintern · 2 months

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Hello there!

I spent Valentine's Day ruining patrons' nights at my restaurant by telling them our computers were down, but what can you do, you know? Other than that, February was a good time. I was able to read a lot more, and prepare a more in depth list for you, even if it's short.

Hope you enjoy!

Bridges by @cavendishbutterfly E, 16.1k

Reading this felt like getting a personal tour of Budapest. The reverence the author has for the location shines through and gives you a lovely look at a new location. I find Harry exploring his sexuality abroad especially interesting- as if being somewhere else allows him a sort of freedom he wouldn't find at home. There's an appreciation for beer in this fic that I appreciate, since beer is one of life's greatest treasures. I especially loved Cho Chang being a main character in this fic. I love seeing her being utilized in such a fun way when she was done so dirty by she who shall not be named.

Thickets by @wolfpants E, 17k

There are some insane lines in this (very positive), along with some very fun portrait dialogue. Gut-wrenching and extremely intimate. Some scenes can leave you feeling like you're intruding on a very personal moment as a reader. I love a Harry Potter who's a bit obsessed with Draco. ALSO, this fic contains one of the hottest wet dreams I've ever read. Do with that what you will.

Polar Night/Midnight Sun by toomuchplor E, 54.3k

Harry is very horny. Like, at times, this fic is so sexually charged it's almost unbearable. In a very good way. The clothing descriptions make me want to touch those mittens and hats so bad. I know they'd be soft and so fucking squishy. A few things this fic includes: one bed, a lack of magic, for a while, that is perfectly reasonable, and Harry's thing for Draco's teeth (they're like a military cemetery, if you even care.) Also, the sexual allure of someone struggling to get into an attic (I get it,) and Draco's daddy issues (typical but welcomed.) Diagnosis: Extensive therapy. For everyone. Even the dog. ALSO, these boys have STAMINA.

Recursion by @tessacrowley E, 132.5k

As I said in a previous post, "Sometimes you just have to zap Draco Malfoy into the past and let him live for years as the wizard Young Sheldon." This fic will give you WHIPLASH, but it won't be nearly as bad as Draco's. This boy(man?) goes through it. Absolutely engrossing. I couldn't stop reading until I was finished. I love a good canon rewrite, and @tessacrowley has now written my two favorite fics in that genre. Their characterization of Draco is always spot-on in whatever context they put him in. Show-stopping, fantastic, wonderful.

See you next month! XX, Moon.

#drarry fic rec #draco x harry #drarry #drarry fic #moons monthly fic recs

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would-this-pokemon-be-a-friend · 5 months

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We've seen how Goodra fares, but what about my boy Goomy?

A goomy would make a good pet for those who are cool with lots and lots of sticky goo. I personally am not, but some people are!

Goomies are small and don’t have a need for a lot of space to thrive. That being said, they do require a special kind of space in order to stay healthy. Goomies’ bodies are mostly water, and they will die of suffocation if their bodies dry out too much (Sun, Ultra Moon). Additionally, in the wild, goomies need to remain moist for self defense: the slimy mucous membrane that coats their bodies protect them from attackers (Y). In order to maintain their moisture, wild goomies make their homes in damp, shady places (X). In order to keep your goomy happy and healthy, you will need to provide them with such a space to rest in during the day. If you see your goomy sticking their horns out of their squishy place, as I’ll call it, don’t touch them: goomies use these sensitive horns to check on their surrounding, and touching them will send them into shock (Ultra Sun).

Speaking of touching a goomy, you’re going to need to be prepared to do a lot of cleaning. Goomies’ slime get’s all over everything! The pokédex itself warns that “anyone who touches [a goomy] needs some thorough hand-washing” (Moon). Goomies are also quite slippery, as this membrane has evolved to make attacks slide right off of their bodies (Y). All that is to say that goomies are a little tricky to handle.

What really brings up goomies’ rank is the combination of a lack of aggression and a lack of danger. When you look at goomies’ move pool, there are some moves that should raise eyebrows. Moves like Dragon Breath and Dragon Pulse should, in most cases, be concerning given their power and reputation from their use by other dragon-type pokémon. Goomies, however, are said to be exceptionally weak. In fact, they are described as the weakest dragon-type pokémon of all (X, Omega Ruby). Therefore, we can assume that, even when using these moves, goomies aren’t much of a threat.

Listen, if you’re adopting a goomy, you’re braver than me. I don’t like messes or slimy things. But, all things considered, goomies would make pretty good pets: they’re small, docile, and not very dangerous.

#pokémon #pokemon #goomy #pkmn irl #PR-A

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lunarmoves · 10 months

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masterlist

long fics

these summer nights — DCA sun/moon/eclipse x reader

summary: you applied to camp fazbear as a counselor, not knowing that your entire summer was going to be centered around your rather curious coworkers. robotic coworkers, in fact, who hid a history of the camp from you that you never would've expected.

inspired by apricus! link to masterpost!

love from the other side (of the apocalypse) — DCA sun/moon/eclipse x reader

summary: in the wake of a devastating loss concerning your memory and who you are, you navigate a world littered with panic as you run from ethereal beings raining judgment upon humanity.

inspired by sleuth jesters! link to masterpost!

through pixel eyes — DCA sun/moon/eclipse x reader

summary: signed on as a beta tester for fazco, your job is simple: document any problems with their new program 'fazpals.exe' and help ensure it is ready for release. shouldn't be too difficult, right? right?? wrong.

link to masterpost!

one-shots

for evermore — DCA sun/moon/eclipse x reader

summary: you laugh—loud and carefree—and they have never wished so desperately before to be human. if only to love you for the rest of their life.

inspired by solar lunacy! link to fic here!

beauty and the beasts — DCA sun/moon/eclipse x reader

summary: you should've expected they were up to something when they picked you as a volunteer for one of their theatre shows. you just... didn't expect all of this.

link to fic here!

spooks, screams, and robots, oh my! — DCA sun/moon/eclipse x reader

summary: sun finds a flyer for a haunted house attraction and persuades you to go with them to it. shenanigans ensue.

link to fic here!

drabbles

moon was being more irate than usual

humans are so vulnerable

the daycare attendant is stupidly tall

you were being followed

do robots dream?

you tease the daycare attendant

they're your friend! promise!

your couch pillows are missing

you've got a blind date

what does touch feel like?

you’re so squishy!

sun wants a kiss

moon wonders about taste

moon makes a wish

moon wants a kiss

humans look dead when they sleep

dancing in the sunlight

a game of marco polo

let’s go out

tag! you're it!

sharing drinks

the mer was judging you

do robots cry?

privacy doesn't exist here

a new daycare guard

pruned fingers

sun has a crush!

i love you, sun

you can’t

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call-sign-shark · 1 year

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Heaven In Your Eyes || Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC

Summary: Beaten with guilt and shame after losing his temper again, Arthur's aimless wandering leads him to church. There she is and, after diving into her heavenly eyes, he is convinced God has sent him His sweetest angel to save his bastard soul.

Words: 2.6k

TW: Blood, a bit of angst, slight blasphemy and bad use of holy water, reckless x caretaker Inspired by the prompt "Where does it hurt? - Everywhere" by @the-three-whumpeteers

Notes:

✞ Timeline: between seasons 2 and 3

✞ Heaven is OP's original character but written with the use of « you » (Moodboard here). Heaven’s voice and song is linked, all you have to do is click on the lyrics.

NEXT CHAPTER || Masterlist

The stumbling tall silhouette of Arthur Shelby was crossing through the thick haunting mist of Birmingham. As unwelcoming the town was during the day, it was nothing compared to night time. When sun faded behind the horizon, chased by the pale glowing face of the moon, the whole city turned into a cut-throat area. Arthur brought the neck of the bottle he was holding to his chapped lips and gulped down a mouthful of pure Irish whisky. The fire trail the beverage left behind it as it went down his throat reminded him he was alive — he could still feel something, even though it was the alcohol’s burning. An animal growl escaped from his lips when the bottle left them only for him to lean his back against one of the church’s gigantic concrete walls. A loud raven’s croak torn the silent veil of the night, making him swears. The gravel in his voice answered to the dull bird, which was watching him from a tree with his tiny and beady eyes.

« Fooking bird, laughing at me like the rest of ‘em eh? »

The raven — which was rather large for a bird — tilted its head to the side and kept staring at the drunk man with a cunning interest. Its black eyes, shining under the moonlight, seemed filled with both a wise glare and a mocking sparkle. Soon, Arthur’s curiosity for the raven’s unusual behavior turned into a senseless anger when he understood why the bird was focusing on him, his explosive rage strengthened by the incredible amount of alcohol he had drunk a bit earlier.

« It’s the damn blood is it? Stop lookin’ at me like I’m — I’m some kind of monster, or a beast or I don’t fookin’ know what else! Go to Hell! »

The bottle flew towards the raven but it did not flicker, as if it knew Arthur was not in the shape of being quick nor particularly precise with aiming. As the glass smashed into the ground, Arthur hit the wall behind him with the back of his head and let out a frustrated scream. No more cocaine, no more auto destructive behavior nor suicide attempts for two years straight, and tonight he fucked it all up. He was convinced he could get better, and God knows he tried his best to do so. Got sober from every poison he used to take, got a religious wife that was trying to turn the wolf in him into a sheep… Hell, he even brought her flowers every damn day. But then came troubles, taking the shape of his little brother, Thomas Shelby.

He asked him to do the dirty job — again.

With his calloused hands, he took another man’s life. At first Arthur thought he would not be that disturbed at the idea of killing someone, after all he had done that almost his entire life. Just one last time, he told himself, just one last time and I’ll go back to my little peaceful life with me wife.

Yet, the guilt and the shame that struck him after bashing the lad’s head against the edge of a sink until his face became a pile of squishy flesh soon became too much to handle.

As the last spurt of blood spattered his face, Arthur’s clouded mind became suddenly crystal clear: it would never stop. After that epiphany, the older Shelby brother contemplated how everyone he deeply loved tended to use him. For Thomas and the rest of the family he was a mad dog, the combat brute whose only times he could enjoy life without a muzzle were when he had to rip someone’s throat apart. For his father, he had been nothing else than a poor naive hound that would have done anything to receive his respect. As for Linda, her love was a cruel mirage he wanted to believe with all his heart — but the illusion had vanished in smoke. Whether she considered him as her personal test subject for Christian brainwashing or as a tool to get what she wants, Arthur could not tell. What he could tell though was that he knew she did not really loved him. She wanted to mould him at her will, but he was no lamb. He was a wolf, a beaten and lonely wolf, but still one. And there was no love for rabid wolves, only a bullet through the brain to cure the madness.

As his skull buzzed with macabre thoughts, whose unpleasant noise reminded him of a furious beehive, a bewitching voice pulled him out of his auto-destructive spiraling. Standing at attention and listening carefully, he came to realize that someone was singing inside the church. Arthur’s eyelids fell on his steel blue eyes and the back of his head gently rested against the cold wall behind him, the same wall he had been previously smashing it with. A sighed escaped from his liquored lips as the angelic and hypnotizing voice, slightly muffled by the church’s heavy wooden doors, plunged him into a soft but oh-so-warm haze.

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold…

Lulled by the sad melody carried away with Birmingham’s cold night breeze, the swarm of raging hornets in Arthur’s brain stopped crashing against the bony walls of his skull. Another sigh — one of relief this time, for the unbearable noisy thoughts and violent buzzing had vanished. His trembling fingers, numbed by the blows he had hit his target with one hour ago and still covered with half-dried blood, slid along his temples and slicked his hair back. The utter and feral anger he had felt was reduced to void, for even his old heart had slowed its pace down in his ribcage.

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold…

The tune, embedded with melancholy, soothed his troubled mind and to be honest, he could barely believe it. When that switch in his brain flipped, God knew he was not in control anymore - even dear Linda, who still managed to hush down some of his tantrums, could not tame the beast inside when it broke free a bit more fiercely than usual. Yet, this voice did so. This stranger, faceless and nameless ghost of the night, brought him back to sanity with the sole power of her voice. The words she was singing, with her a juvenile and enchanting tone, were wrapping his heart. Arthur sniffed and fought hard against the dawning tears that were forming delicate crystal beads at the corner of his closed eyes.

If he had been the jolly sailor bold, he would have thrown himself out of the boat to join the siren that was singing.

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold.

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold…

She repeated, sadder than she previously sang.

Her song sipped through his heart and filled the cracks with molten gold. Arthur’s lips stretched in an almost invisible grin without even realizing it — By her voice, he was convinced she could repair the damaged creatures like him and make them even more beautiful than they were before they had been dragged through the trenches’ mud and shit. He had barely came to his senses, almost miraculously sobered up, when silent fell again in the church. Arthur reopened his eyes, and shook his head - Had he dreamt? Had it been the whiskey singing to him? No, he could not be that crazy right? Not quite sure if he was starting to hear voices and see things, Shelby decided that he had to found out who had been singing to his very own soul. He wanted to see her, the girl who soothed his foul heart and his twisted mind. He wanted to know, no, he HAD to know, even though his whole being was fragile like a flickering candle flame caught in a hurricane and would probably shatter in million of pieces if she turned out to be an illusion.

Gathering all his remaining strength, Arthur grabbed the handle and opened the church’s door.

[…]

A shiver ran down your delicate spine at the loud silence that floated in the gigantic and empty church. The peculiar sweet yet strong scent of myrrh, wood and frankincense filled your lungs with its holy fragrance. The vibrations of the last word you sang was still echoing in the room, swirling to the high and sculpted ceiling, from which marble angels were watching over you. If someone would have told you two years ago that the only place you would find comfort would be a church, you would not have believe it. You had never been particularly fervent about religion, but you did believe in higher forces whether they were good or bad. More than a matter of faith, the church itself was an old friend of yours. A gargantuan friend of stone, holy titan always welcoming you even in the darkest moments of your life. What you liked the most were these lonely moments at night, during which you could light up dozen of candles and sing your sorrow to the status and colorful stained-glass windows. No gossip from the parish, no believers swarming like ants within these mighty walls. There were just you, the candle lights and the soothing silence. For a few hours, you could finally find peace.

Brushing the varnished wood of the altar with your thin fingers and painted-red nails, you let your mind drift and, suddenly, the world around you vanished. You sunk so deep in the abyss of your thoughts that you did not hear the creaking sound of the heavy door opening, nor the footsteps that followed. All you could heard were the « Burn witch, burn! » that hundred of villagers screamed at you in the woeful remembrance of your past. And in spite of your immaculate porcelain skin, you bore the scars of their words deep in your soul.

[…]

Arthur made a few steps before freezing, his body refusing to come closer as if the aura around the creature that was standing back to him , right in front of the altar lightened up with dozen and dozen of small dancing flames, was too sanctified to be violated. Bathed in the soft and warm orange hue of candles, the long white hair of the woman fell down the small of her back like an ivory waterfall. Right above her the pale glow of the full moon coming through the stained-glass window formed a luminous halo around her head.

His breathing stopped, choking in his throat at such a divine vision. The gangster opened his mouth to speak but no words managed to come out. He had never been good with words anyway. Instead he moistened his lips and swallowed, his mouth dry. The white-haired girl had started to hum the same song she had been singing a bit earlier, not aware of his presence — and he did not dare to disturbing her as if he feared God’s punishment. He took another step, the wooden floor creaking under his sole.

This time the angel — because he was convinced it was one — jumped and turned around, an expression of utter surprise veiling her sweet face. Her fox eyes, adorned with two iris so fair it reminded him of aquamarine stones, scrutinized his slightest movements. She remained petrified for what felt eternity for her but, regarding him, time had stopped for good. Arthur finally inhaled sharply, coming back to life.

All those endless nights of crying, all those endless nights of praying in vain for something or someone to save him, and here you were… His salvation.

He had asked God to send him, the most desperate sinner of all, His most beautiful Angel and He had done so.

She was not just pretty. She was otherworldly and vaguely threatening. Almost ethereal in her short white dress whose cut let her naked back for the world to see.

« I waited for ya. » He whispered.

She blinked, her full and juicy lips opening with surprise.

He stuttered, looking down and decided it was better for you if he stopped talking. The gravel in his hoarse voice, as strong as it was, sounded indescribably frail. As if this tall and slightly threatening man could shatter at your single touch. Now he felt stupid, clumsy with words contrary to Tommy and his naturally eloquent and charismatic speech. In addition to the unpleasant impression of being a fool, Arthur’s own whisky-scented breath and the strong metallic smell of blood reminded him of his horrific appearance. Overcoming the awe you infused in him, panic started to kick.

You frowned, and all of sudden he did not look that impressive anymore. Swept away by the wind, your face relaxed and wrapped itself with a calm, almost placid expression. You exhaled through your nose and walked towards the gangster, who had brought his bloody hands to each side of his head and was now pulling his own hair in a desperate attempt to not lose track.

« Where does it hurt? » You asked with a quiet and soothing tone, for you were concerned about all the blood he was covered with.

Arthur raised his gaze toward the petite white-haired doll who had just pressed one of her cold little hands on his. Your ice against his fire made his legs weak and his heart missed a beat. How his breathing calmed down at your touch was a mystery, but it did. Not quite comprehending why you did not seem scared of him, he stuttered again, all flustered.

« Shhh, shhhh. Everything’s okay, take a deep breath and answer with all the time you need. » Your hand gently tightened its grip, willing to show him you were there and you were not going anywhere until he feels better.

« Where does it hurt? »

« Ev-Everywhere love. It hurts everywhere. »

His hands, his face, his body, his brain, his soul, his damn tortured soul… It all ached too much, and too constantly for him to bear anymore. E-ve-ry-where, that was all he could say because pain was all he could feel.

Without answering, you pulled him to the altar and invited him to sit on the marble stairs. The strong and fierce gangster followed you without the single physical resistance and gave in between your hands, as a rag doll. All he did was looking at you with his charming but oh-so-exhausted blue eyes as you tore the fabric of your dress near your thighs and soaked it in holy water.

« Let me wash away the blood. » Your voice echoed in the vastness of the church, enticing and haunting at the same time — enough to send a pleasant shiver down his spine. You had barely finished your sentence when you started rubbing the wet cloth against his hollow cheek to clean his pale skin from the dark red blood. Once again, he could not help watching you during the whole ordeal all the while enjoying the fresh sensation of the holy water cleansing the dirt of his soul. Not minding his stare filled with fascination, you focused on your task, brows slightly furrowed and fingers blessing him with the softest and most caring touch someone had given him.

« Yer an Angel. I swear you are eh. »

You quickly glanced at him, a sparkle of amusement shining in your cunning celeste blue eyes, before looking back at what you were doing. The weight of his gaze brought fire to your cheeks, for he looked at you like he had just realized what love was.

He looked at you, and to his greatest surprise, found Heaven in your eyes.

I'm super new in the Peaky Blinders fandom, so please bear with me... Especially since English is not my native language. To be honest I am kind of scared to post it so any comment, review, reblog or constructive criticism is welcome. Also, I'll be more than happy to meet people in the Peaky Blinders fandom! In the meantime, I hope you enjoyed some Arthur and Heaven. Still don’t know if I’ll write a full series or snipets of these two love birds.

Tags: @areyenotfondofmelobster

#Arthur shelby #Arthur shelby x reader #Peaky blinders #Peaky blinders x reader #Arthur shelby x oc #arthur shelby x ofc #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fluff #Arthur shelby imagine #Thomas Shelby #Tommy shelby #Arthur Shelby x Heaven #Heaven Shelby #Arthur Shelby fluff

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galebrainrot2024 · 2 months

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I’m about to learn what the overlap is for Astrology and BG3 - I give to you my takes on the companions Big 3 (Sun, Moon, Rising)! Disclaimer: I did this on vibes alone

A quick break down for those unfamiliar: sun is ego, moon is emotional world both how we process and express emotion, rising is our house of self, how others perceive us., who we fundamentally come across as

Karlach: Taurus Sun, Leo Moon, Sag rising. Starting off strong and easy, girlie is a Sag rising without question, she loves spontaneity, good humor, trying new things, wants to explore and see the world and take it all in. Taurus sun, I think she’s a fairly grounded character and it takes a lot to make her angry - what she is angry about though are long standing grudges where people have done her quite dirty. Provoke the Bull, get the horns. Leo moon: she wants to illuminate and shine her optimism and love onto others. Has great hair, strong sense of humor, bold, a flair for the dramatic.

Gale: Pisces sun, Libra moon, Taurus rising. I had a surprisingly hard time with him. I think he’s a March Pisces specifically. He is a little delulu and has a huge imagination as well as capacity for empathy, humanitarianism. Romantic. Plus, baby cow eyes. Big water sign energy there. Taurus Rising: our boy is quite stubborn and enjoys a bit of lavishness from time to time. Conjures a bed instead of sex on the grass. The five senses matter a great deal to him - Taurus is ruled by Venus after all and is a very sensual sign. Great cook. The moon I struggled with and ultimately think he’s a Libra moon. He craves intellectual stimulation, strong people pleasing tendencies and also values relationships and partnerships. Very romantic. Libra moons thrive and seek out partnerships and as it’s an air sign, is also very intellectually driven and aroused by intelligence/harmony/beauty in all forms (arts, food, people)

Astarion: Cancer sun, Scorpio moon, Capricorn rising. No further questions your honor. In all seriousness, nothing screams moody, sarcastic vampire like Scorpio and cancer. Capricorn because of the restriction imposed upon him. All of these placements are really sweet to their people, everyone else.. well.. just keep your distance, darling

Shadowheart: Gemini Sun, Capricorn Moon, Scorpio rising. Girl is secretive and emo as heck, and emotionally cold and distant (AT FIRST!) Capricorn moons hold their cards close to their chest as do all Scorpio placements. Gemini for her fluctuating nature, enjoys talking, is a chameleon in many respects. Needs intellectual stimulation and likes the back and forth, can be a playful person

Lae’zel: Aries sun, Aqua Moon, Aries rising. As far as I’m concerned, she is the pinnical of Aries: head-strong, straightforward (sometimes at the expense of others), courageous, short tempered and outwardly aggressive as opposed to Scorpio or cap aggression which is more subtle. Lae’zel says what she means and means what she says. Impulsive. Can rub people the wrong way and is ultimately a lovey, soft hearted character once you get passed the sandpaper attitude. Aqua moon because they are humanitarian and look at the bigger picture, less squishy about their emotions yet have strong feelings. Tendency to Intellectualize emotions.

Wyll: Libra rising, Pisces moon, Sag sun. Sag because Wyll has a strong sense of duty and purpose, yet it’s coupled with a strong sense of freedom and zest for life. Expansive. Libra rising because he’s a good conversationalist, enjoys the arts and finer things, wants harmony and Justice, tries his best to avoid strong conflicts when he can. Pisces moon because I think our boy is so sweet and soft internally, and thinks and feels deeply about everything. Can feel misunderstood.

Bonus: (descriptions to come later if desired!)

Halsin: Gemini sun, Taurus Moon, Cancer rising

Minthara: Aqua Sun, Virgo Moon, Capricorn rising

Minsc: Leo sun, Gemini moon, Taurus rising

Jaheira: Capricorn sun, Cancer moon, Leo rising

#gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #bg3 #bg3 gale #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #gale #bg3 brainrot #bg3 jaheira #bg3 karlach #shadowheart baldurs gate 3 #astarion ancunin #baulders gate astarion #bg3 minsc #baldur’s gate wyll #bg3 lae'zel #bg3 halsin #astrology of bg3

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robinette-green · 1 month

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Robin's Small and Squishy DCA Fics

These fics are ones I wrote when I was feeling particularly small and squishy. The reader in these is just a little guy who gets comforted and cuddled by our lovely Sun and Moon

Bubbly:

A little waterlily mer guppy is trapped, home destroyed, and taken to a pet store to be sold. After spending some time living in a fish bowl, our little guppy is saved and moved to a tank that has been dubbed the daycare by the human tending to it. The daycare tank is set up to rehabilitate fish before they are released back into their natural habitats. There our guppy meets Sun and Moon, two fish that live full time in this tank taking care their healing guests. Sun and Moon and our guppy fall in love and then shit goes down.

Small One:

Several years ago, robots took over the world. Most of the human population was wiped out, and those left were kept as pets and playthings for their robot overlords. Escaping from the laboratory that had been experimenting on you, you run into a new captor who pays for you and decides to keep you as his own pet. Sun and Moon comfort and care for you as they try to help you feel safe and loved for the first time in years.

Catch a Falling Star:

You’re a creature from the forest. Tricked and trapped, you’ve been experimented on, beaten and put on display in a freak show at a carnival. It's been months with no chance of escape when two lost humans find you and take pity on you, wanting to help you. Having to put your trust in humans, you decide to let them break you out, taking you home with them.

Bad Day:

I stopped with my hand on the door. I had come all this way on my day off and now I wasn't brave enough to push the doors open. Today had been a hard one. A nightmare the night before and some rough conversations had made my insides feel all squishy and tender. All I really wanted to do was lay on the floor and cry but something had brought me here, to the daycare.

Murder's Doll (LateNight DayDreams):

a small child forced to live on the streets is abducted by Eclipse and raised to be sold off as a pawn. the first year of MC's life they live with Eclipse's charges, Sun and Moon and are tutored mercilessly until they are finally sent off to boarding school. after finishing school, MC is married off to an abusive husband but is eventually saved by Sun and Moon.

For a Time: (tag)

The love bind spell is romantic in theory. Two lovers will cast this ritual upon themselves to bind their souls together. They gain a powerful protection against force magics, they become in tune with each other's emotions, and they gain a general sense of where their partner is at all times. When this spell was first concocted, it was meant to create more powerful bonds between lovers, helping them become truly connected and have better insight into each other’s lives. But people don't always have the best intentions. The reader gets attacked and their attacker uses the love bind spell to hurt their soul, tearing the edges as the spell is broken halfway through casting. The reader tries to ride out the healing process alone but soon their upstairs neighbors, Sun and Moon, come to check on them and quickly decide that the reader needs a helping hand, sort of moving into their studio apartment with them

Some of these won't be finished and some are OLD writing of mine. you have been warned. Please don't let that stop you from reading these and enjoying them <3

#glitter rock #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #dca fandom #sun and moon x reader #fnaf sun and moon #dca fanfic #glitter rock writing #for a time au

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kawaiiflowerharmony · 6 months

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Ahhh...my soft Jikook heart

Ok, this post is going to contain Jikook speak so if you don't agree? Move on and don't come at me. I say what's in my heart and won't apologise for it.

I have been a fan of BTS and no other KPOP group since 2018. I didn't even know they existed before then. (Weird, right?) Once I fell down the rabbit hole I made it my mission to watch all their RUN BTS episodes and got into In the Soop. During my binge watching I noted dynamics between the members, fell in love with the way Joon sometimes watched the other members like a proud dad, Jin became unhinged, Yoongi showed his love for them in his own gruff manner, Hobi faced his fears and overcame them (mostly), Jimin hugged everyone into a soft love puddle, Tae stole a piece of my heart with his straight-faced candor and humour, and Jungkook - well, JK and his speech in pout mingled with a stutter just did me in. Each of these men holds a piece of my heart and I happily give it to them.

But the chemistry between JK and Jimin both on stage and away made me sit up and take notice. There was just something...something different about the way they interacted that had my radar pinging. I had purposely stayed away from all Youtube videos about ships because I know how damaging those can be. And then I suddenly had another mission. I compared the interactions between Jimin and all the members and that of JK and the other members. And still, when these two were together (which was ALL the time) it still hit different. So, there I went and visited all the Jikook pages I could find on Youtube. And my heart became putty, all soft and squishy when I saw moments on stage and off stage that I didn't pick up previously. I lived for the moments when they got lost in each other and forgot the world existed. Not to mention the couple behaviours! It gave me hope that I will one day have just this kind of connection with my soulmate one day. The kind where a gaze makes me aware that my loved one needs my touch, where his touch makes me calm down. I sense great passion between them, also kinkiness. I sense the need to be close together as often as possible - it almost feels like it becomes uncomfortable when they don't connect in some way, whether physical or otherwise. Those clips of JK calming down when JM sat down next to him or touched him in some way made so much sense. There is a fire there that has not dimmed at all over the years. It's beautiful.

Then I got to thinking of all the times when JK has a connection to JM in his music videos during this solo of his. Whether its something he wears or something he does that bears eerie similarity to JM in his own, it rocks! Even the photo shoots, looking at the similarities just makes me giggle and kick my feet excitedly. And in his latest music video Standing next to you? I don't think I'm the only one that felt it was personal for him, although he said that he did not write lyrics for this album. THAT song, felt personal. Like he was saying everything to JM. Especially the first verse. I squealed the first time I heard it!

Anyway, just had to put my heart's thoughts down, going back to my happy place where JK is back hugging JM and JM clings like a limpet to JK. I wish I could adequately describe how much joy I feel in my heart and how much softness, when I see these two beautiful souls.

I know they have travelled many lifetimes to keep finding each other because they are two halves of one soul and complete each other.

Sun and Moon, Black and White, Yin and Yang.

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happysadyoyo · 6 months

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Want something in between squishy soft HD and TL whump rn so here we go with some clone au shenanigans. Anyway, for shits and giggles, Moon gets to join security patrol at night before he's infected cause why not? He gets so little as the naptime attendant.

The first time you meet Moon it's because you managed to get locked inside the pizzaplex after hours. It takes you a minute to process that you're locked in, sort of blankly staring at the metal shutters keeping you inside.

"It's past your naptime," a voice says from behind you in a low, almost hissing manner, and you jump, lashing out with one of your crutches reflexively. Honestly, it'd be more accurate to say you lashed out with your arm, and the crutch just followed, attached as it was to said arm. Either way, it hit your target with a jarring metallic thunk that vibrated all the way up to your shoulder and teeth, rattling you.

Meanwhile, your would-be assaulter swings back and forth on its wire, dramatically holding its chest. "I've been had!" He drops to the ground, clearly "dying" from the blow.

You scowl when you recognize Moon from its posters, leaning on your other crutch. When you make no effort to respond to his theater, he sits up, watching you with mismatched eyes. "You shouldn't be here."

You just stare. You know this already, so what's the point of it telling you?

"You're the one that doesn't speak." Moon leans forward, over you, menacing in its height. You stare up at it blankly before using a crutch to push it back. You're not gentle. Moon rolls away, tucking into a ball instead of giving a proper backflip. It still pops up dramatically, like a gymnast giving their final bow, and you roll your eyes.

The Daycare Attendant is a jester. You really shouldn't be surprised by the dramatics. You just don't think it would be particularly amused if it knew the last time you actually laughed.

"You are skilled with your sword," Moon says, its tone teasing as it inches closer, safely out of range. "I'll need maintenance soon if you don't leave."

You gesture at the shuttered doors in irritated response. It's not like you want to be standing here being semi-lectured by a robotic nanny. You're tired and confused and your feet hurt and you are pretty sure you missed the bus that usually picks you up to go home. You're going to have to email them and it took forever to get an email back because it's a publicly funded service and meanwhile Uber and Lyft are so expensive so what money you earn will be gone so, so quickly.

"Hey." A metallic finger brushes over your cheek and you jump, landing badly and falling directly on your ass. Now everything hurts, and you let out a choked breath, unstrapping one crutch to wipe hard at your eyes.

Moon crouches, a hand out but not touching. You lean away, and its hand drops. "You need rest. A drink. There is tea in the employee break room."

Tea? You wipe your eyes again, not even trying to move. It would be useless until your nerves calm a bit and you can try to ease the tension in your muscles. It's the stress making you hurt, you tell yourself. Just the stress, nothing more.

"Let's get you tea." And it moves in before you have a chance to defend yourself, scooping you up with ease. You grab at it's shoulder, fingers failing to find a grip as it walks with a long, surprisingly smooth gait to the atrium. You grab at its collar but are still ignored.

Finally, you get the idea to tug on Moon's nightcap. The tail of it swing around behind, and you figured it would work like Sun's rays, jerking Moon's head back so you couldn't be ignored any longer. Instead it just. Came off. Like a hat. Leaving Moon bald.

You were so surprised you actually dropped it and stared over Moon's shoulder at the abandoned crutch and hat. A trail of items like Hansel and Gretel's bread crumbs. Did that make Moon the witch, and the tea its gingerbread house?

Moon continued on, oblivious to the loss of its hat, and you finally just go with it. You could probably limp your way back to your crutch later, after whatever adventure you were being kidnapped to do. Moon continues right on past the glamrocks' dressing rooms, utterly ignored by the bandmates.

The attendant looks so different from the others. Was it even meant to be here?

The final goal, apparently, is a small lounge you'd never seen. Moon puts you down gently enoufh, but even that jostles you and you grimace, resettling on this overly plush, threadbare, ugly orange couch tucked by the vending machines. Moon is working, poking around the cabinets as it hums a lullaby, then a song you don't recognize. You're not going anywhere soon, so you slowly unstrap your remaining crutch from your arm, still holding the handle just in case.

Moon found a box and mug, its song punctuated with pleased delight. Apparently the water cooler was also a heater, and the animatronic's attention was fully back on you. "Drink this."

You breathe heavily through your nose in response, but you do take the mug. It's warm. And the tea does smell good. Mint and something else. You don't know much about tea. You take a sip, scalding your lips and tongue. The burning liquid feels good though, warming you even if it doesn't ease the stress holding you stuff. You take another sip, watching Moon over the lip of the mug.

Is it aware of how silly it looks without its hat? It squats a safe distance away, watching you, its flat face slowly rotating like a clock. Before it could get a full 90 degrees it paused and began to rotate the other way. Was it… thinking? Processing?

Either way, it felt weird to be sitting while it squatted like that. Maybe you were anthropomorphizing it too much, but you pat at the seat next to you. When it doesn't move, even its head slowing its rotation, you pat the seat harder. "You are sure? I don't wish to incur the wrath of your blade again."

The fact it still is playing the villain in some knight story? Whatever. You roll your eyes and nod, returning to the tea. It's kinda nice. You can almost (almost) forget what a pain it's gonna be to get home.

Moon does sit, surprisingly careful so you don't immediately roll into his space. He's still heavy, so you're drawn in regardless, trying not to spill your tea. You keep drinking, the silence only punctuated by the humming of the fridge and water cooler. If you focus on that and the warmth of your tea… you're starting to drift off.

Wait. This had been a trick! You try to glare at Moon, but all you can manage is a yawn.

Moon, for its part, is grinning down at you. Like, beyond its usual frozen smile type of grinning. "You've figured it out, haven't you?" He teaches past you, snagging your crutch. You try to protest, but it's faster, and it sets it just out of reach. "Nap time. You need rest."

Like you weren't going to sleep when you got home. And your painkillers are there too!" You've definitely been kidnapped. But it's not an especially cruel kidnapping. Minus when you wake up.

"Sleep," Moon says and you're not sure you will truly, but you will rest, and you will make fun of how he looks without his hat later. For now you'll sleep and worry about the rest later.

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@pillowspace I feel like a cat bringing you my latest catch with pride. I'm glad you're enjoying it. I hope to keep writing well. v.v

#clone au #dca #fnaf dca #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf daycare au

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ccrites · 2 months

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it's a compliment, I swear (part 2)

Part 1 here

CW: sorta noncon kissing? vague mention of torture, no actual descriptions

johnny's a creep and an asshole but he's your creep and asshole.

anyway hope you enjoy!

There’s something even more odd, being recognized– no, receiving some recognition for what you do.

Yet you hate the feeling that all eyes are on you.

Shouldn’t have bitten off more than you could chew. And Soap is a lot to chew.

His recovery takes long, longer than you’d thought. You can’t bring yourself to visit immediately. In the moment, something had happened, you reckon, you wouldn’t call it attachment, but it was definitely something possibly unhealthy.

(You’ll swear up and down that you’d been too busy, but something pulls at your core, an invisible string tied to him.)

(Testing you, you think.)

He asks for you to visit at the infirmary, when you’re back from another mission with the rest of the crew. You’re covered in dust, grime, and sweat, but no blood.

Can’t have a repeat of last time.

The wicked smile is back on his fucking face when you pull the curtain away from his bed. He’s looked worse for wear, sure, but it’s almost infuriating to see him, tan skin all wrapped up in bandages around the midsection, covered in yellowing bruises and other cuts you’d missed in the heat of the action.

He looks almost… pretty.

You hate him.

“Why are you not wearing the gown,” you frown, pulling the sheets from under his arms to cover the expanse of his naked skin, “It’s like you’re asking to catch a cold, Sergeant.”

“Psht, I’m hot enough ta keep warm,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes and bringing his arms back up and over again. “Feel for yerself.” You try to bat them away, gently, but he does that thing again.

That thing where he’s too fast for an injured man and grabs your forearm roughly, bringing it up to his forehead. The back of your hand touches his skin.

“You’ve got a fever,” you comment, too quick to have actually assessed anything. He’s barely warm, but it’s the only way out you can think of, right now. You pull back, but he holds on tight. “I’ll tell Lidia on my way out to bring you some paracetamol, for now–”

“No, bonnie–”

“I’ll push for antibiotics if you run hotter, maybe an infection–”

“There’s no need for tha’” he grumbles, letting his hold grow limp. “All I’ll ask for is a get well kiss, that’ll heal me right up,” he adds, a hopeful tilt in his voice.

“Why?” You narrow your eyes.

“A kiss from my savior. ‘S romantic, don’t ya’ think?”

There are a million ways to argue with that logic. That you hadn’t done anything but basic first aid, that you couldn’t have done more with the material at your disposal, not when he’d done the first thing not to do when facing a stab wound…

Something screams inside you, no, don’t you dare, this is not healthy.

Yet you can’t say no. Not when the feel of his tongue on your palm burns electric and sears through your memory. Not when the feel of his organs, soft and fragile and squishy as you’d stuffed the gaping wound in his abdomen contrasts with the feel of the same abdomen that your hand rests lightly on, breathing regularly under your touch, hard muscles and defined shapes, all rippling scars and sculpted strength.

Not when he looks at you like you’re his sun, his moon, and all his life.

Gosh, maybe you just need to get laid.

His blue eyes look sincere, and maybe you’d dreamed the crazed look before, maybe you’d been right, it had all been a pigment of your imagination, a by-product of adrenaline and desperation to do what’s right.

What’s the harm in a small kiss, not on the lips? There’s no hierarchy to be worried about, no prying eyes to see you. It’s not like he’s your patient, not exactly (based on technicalities alone, but that’s a fallacy you’re not ready to exploit just yet), so maybe you can just–

You lean over, gingerly avoiding placing any weight on his body while your other hand brushes his grown out hair out of his face, debating whether to place a gentle kiss on his cheek, or his forehead.

He makes the choice for you when he leans up with much more strength than he should and pulls you in for a violent, teeth-clashing, lips-brusing kiss, swallowing your gasp of surprise like it was the elixir of life.

You shift your hand up, trying to push back, trying desperately to figure out where to push him away from without hurting him, but he seems indifferent to your protests, both of his palms now wrapped around your jaw and neck, suckling and biting at your lips with the desperation of a starving man.

The more you pull back, the more he redoubles his efforts, and at some point, you fear that the position he’s contorted in can’t be good for his wound, so you let him pull you down, relax in his hold, and he lets out a pleased hum, the mockery of a kiss (dear God, your lips will be bruised after this) softening into something almost not painful.

For a second, you almost enjoy it.

You pull back at the first opportunity, gasping for air. His chest heaves, breathing deeply, grinning and looking like a predator satisfied with having caught his prey.

Speaking of…

“Your–”

He brings his fingers up to his mouth, swiping two across his teeth, then inspecting them with an air of feigned indifference. They’re tinged red, like-

You take a step back, out of his reach again, and cover your mouth as you swipe your tongue between your lower lip and your teeth. It stings.

Motherfucker.

He hums. You glare back, and there he is again, licking between his fingers, eyes closed, clearly enjoying it. A mock déjà vu, a glacial stone sinking in your stomach. You hate that you instantly wish it were your fingers he’s licking. Something else, he’d be licking-

“Y’taste as wonderful as I’d imagined, bonnie.”

You’d never thought it would be so satisfying to hit a downed man, but the resounding slap in the silence of the infirmary, and the sound of his own shocked gasp make your chest hum with immense pride, just for a split-second.

Right before the realization of hitting a Sergeant hits you right back.

His palm cups his cheek, out of shock or pain, you don’t know. You spin on your heels and are out of the room before you can find out.

You don’t see the twisted smirk pull at his lips.

Maybe it’s guilt, maybe it’s madness.

You hate that something changes, almost as soon as he’s out of medical.

Thinking back, you almost preferred it when you were being ignored. Anything was better than this.

The lingering glances, which, weirdly, you never caught unless he wanted you to see him looking at you. A perfectly normal camaraderie, in appearance at least; people outside of your teammates suddenly congratulating you for your new position, while said teammates never kept you out of arm’s reach. But never closer.

Well, except for him.

Always standing close, closer than comfortable, brushing shoulders, ignoring the discomfort, pushing past boundaries like they’re made to be crossed. Always when the glances fade away, when no one’s there to see him. To see you. Barely normal by the time the Captain adresses him.

It all feels like a test.

The walk to the heli, on a hot summer afternoon on a dusty base somewhere in the middle of nowhere, feels like you’re the cattle being brought to slaughter.

Yet people wish you luck, friendly fist bumps being handed out as you grab onto a handle and hoist yourself up, (ignoring the “helping hand” on your ass), the rumble of the engine not loud enough to cover your thoughts. Your hands hold the headrest in front of you to keep them from shaking, almost tight enough to pierce through the leather cover as the bird lifts up. Everyone sits in their place in meticulous order, ready at a second’s notice to jump into action, a heavy tension over your heads as the minutes tick down. His palm holds your knee steady, as he bounces his. Fucking asshole. It almost makes you dizzy.

This mission had been delayed enough. Soap’s healed nicely, pushed to be let in on the action, and the Captain wasn’t one to keep him out of it. Not like you could argue, not when success was so close, that everyone could taste its sweetness.

It should be enough to keep you from getting distracted, yet it’s not.

Machines dressed as men. There’s no hesitation, no mercy. They plow through bodies like they’re nothing, and closing behind them feels useless, but you follow through. The background noise of shouts and wheezing bullets is just that, background noise. As long as no one’s getting downed on your side of the fight, it’s not your problem.

Until it is.

It’s not been easy, having to actively direct your sympathy towards only a subset of people, towards only one side. But it’s your job. Violence needs healing, a safety net to fall back on, pushing back the tactical retreat until it is absolutely necessary, and going through with it all till the very last moment.

It hardly feels necessary when the opponent is a man dressed in boxers and a dirtied shirt, a thinning crown of hair tousled from being ambushed in his sleep.

Violence hardly feels needed with such a power imbalance, four men armed to the teeth around him keeping you out of sight momentarily, yet the satisfaction of seeing the enemy pay for the countless innocent lives he’d taken overshadows necessity.

Soap’s the one that throws the first punch, (with the same hand he’d held so softly on your back– stop that) and you catch yourself flinching when the impact tears the man’s face along a barely healed scar.

Thrashed ‘is face up. Almost ‘ad ‘im.

It’s raw, and angry, and personal. Price makes demands, calmly asks for answers, and Soap gets to let loose. Ghost and Gaz calmly stand to the side, let them go at it. It’s what makes you realize you’d never been a part of this. Never wanted to.

Violence in numbers is so easily discarded, so easily overseen. A still warm body, cooling face down in a random street, an emotionless face oozing with blood out of a bullet hole, body slumped against a wall, all practically normal occurrences.

This… torture. You’re not cut for this. Pain for the sake of pain, uncaring if an answer is hissed back, only striking harder when the man spits red-tinged saliva at Price’s feet.

“Need a breather?”

Ghost is silent, appearing next to you out of nowhere, and it makes you flinch.

“What?” you breathe out, unaware you’d been holding your breath. The air smells distinctly of iron when you try to force your lungs to inhale again.

Ghost shifts on his feet and you look up. His hands are crossed on his chest, the bulk of him blocking the light, a menacing shadow overseeing all. The whites of his eyes twinkle in challenge as he flicks his gaze back to the scene in front of you.

Was this the test?

A sickening crunch and a howl of pain cuts through the ringing in your ears. You hear someone bark a laugh in response and catch yourself gritting your teeth to keep from hissing in empathy. You shouldn't be having any, no, not for the man responsible for one of your teammate’s almost-death. You see Soap’s focus, a stone-cold determination on his face as sweat pearls on his forehead.

And yet…

“I’m fine,” you whisper, but it’s still too loud. Heads turn, Price frowns.

You shouldn’t be here.

The balding man – one of the target’s lackeys – starts laughing. It’s maniacal, crazed from the pain and the blood running down his face. He spits out words, you don’t understand any of them, you were never meant to deal with these types of situations, but when you recognize an insult, then two, followed by the word female dog – was this man trying to call you a bitch? – Soap whips out a knife, holding it flush against the man’s throat. His Adam’s apple bobs and the blood from his face mixes with sweat as it runs down his neck.

“Sergeant, stand down!” Price orders.

“Fucking arsehole doesn’t get to speak to her like that!” Soap growls in the man’s ear, pulling him by the hair to expose his throat. The knife shines in the dim light, and your vision gets blurry.

Not important.

Not worth it.

Price walks calmly around the chair the man is bound to. He touches two fingers to the side of the blade, and Soap wordlessly obeys, pulling back with a silent huff. The Captain’s hand replaces Soap’s, maneuvering the man’s head like he’s inspecting an animal. A symbiosis between leader and subordinate. Predator and prey.

Cattle.

Slaughter.

“If he wants to speak in colorful words, he can address’em to her directly. Face to face, eh?”

The defiance in the man’s eyes is clear. Disdain. Hate. This should be easy.

You can’t.

“I don’t do harm like that,” you respond to Price, immediately regretting the words when his eyebrows shoot up, disappearing behind his hat, “Sir.” you add hastily.

The four men look at each other in a silent conversation you don’t want to be a part of. Then Price pushes the man’s head to the side with such force, the chair tips. He flails, powerless as he is. Price steps out of the room, Gaz in tow, and you get sick to your stomach.

This is the test.

You want to throw up.

“We can do this one of two ways, lass,” Soap says, grunting as he lifts the chair up. You notice the puddle of blood where the man’s head had hit the floor, and notice how his thin hair sticks to his cheek. Ghost walks to stand in front of the door, and there it is.

You’re trapped.

This isn’t about the torture, or the mission. This isn’t even about some sort of revenge.

It’s about dancing around whatever it is that Soap wants from you.

(Maybe it is revenge.)

(Maybe you should’ve let him bleed to death, the bastard.)

“I can let you do the talking, and have my fun with this rotten arse-face,” Soap continues, bending to tighten the restraints, making the man hiss again, “or you can be the one to settle your differences, while we do a small Q and A session between men, how d’ya say?” he grins darkly, squatting behind the man. Having three pairs of eyes trained on you doesn’t help untie the knot in your throat.

You swallow shakily, and can’t help but look toward the door, hoping for some kind of reassurance, but it doesn’t come.

“I can talk.”

Soap sighs, making a show of rising to his feet slowly, and the man starts pleading, ignored by everyone but you. “I’m a bit disappointed, I’ll say. Was hoping to see you make the bastard bleed. Tear’im to pieces.”

Ghost shifts. “Need him alive, Johnny. Price’s got a message to pass.”

“Sure thing, L.T.” Soap grins again, taking the knife out of its sheath and twisting it between his fingers. “Shall we begin?”

It takes the better part of an hour to get enough intel from the man. Each hit, each cut, each pull, each strike harder than the last. You repeated Price’s questions, and despite Soap’s (Johnny’s?) encouraging smiles – he was covered in blood too, every impact spraying more red on his clothes, (there was nothing encouraging about– fucking hell–) you got all the info you needed.

Soap sighs, pleased, and approaches you. You’d never managed to step away from the scene, a rough shove from Ghost putting you back into the action every time. The man whimpers as Soap steps over his broken foot, pulling you close.

You’re out of it. You’re unsure when you’d started distancing yourself from what was being done in front of your very eyes, disassociating like it would remove the guilt you’ll be certain to feel once you’ll try to sleep next. Numbness should feel safe, yet it’s started to feel like drowning.

He pulls your chin up with bloodied fingers, brushing hair away from your face with clean knuckles.

Butcher.

Lamb.

He presses his lips softly to your forehead. “Y’did well, sweetheart.”

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How about some yandere fierce deity headcannons with reader who can actually fight really well and is confused why this war God is being so soft and not letting them fight at all and getting grumpy about it.

For him having a darling who can take care of themselves in a fight is really exciting. He loves being able to show off and having you comment on his footwork and stance and giving him extra praise because you know how hard some of those moves are is just *mwah* the cherry on top. He takes the opportunity of you both being warriors to grow closer to you and to have a reason to spend time with you as your both fighters. The issue starts when he actively starts to block you from training.

He just crosses his arms and says no and expects you to just follow his orders. He outranks you, and even if he doesn't hold station above you he's a deity and that puts him in a spot of authority. He tries to distract you by offering other activities you can do instead of fighting but even if you don't take those and still try to fight he's actively sabotaging your attempt to train.

You shouldn't have to fight. There's others who can take care of the issue, such as Link or himself, and he doesn't want to risk you getting hurt. Even the strongest warrior can fall from a simple mistake. Overlooking the smallest detail on the battlefield can lead to your death. You're the reason the sun sets and the moon rises each night to him. To have you fall will leave a hole in his heart and he knows no one else could fill that. You're not some common soldier who has to put their life on the line. He will do anything if it means you'll be safe.

He begins to hover around you all the time, even going so far as to have you keep his mask with you so that way you're never without his sight. Whenever something happens or a problem arises he's right there to take care of it for you. The distance isn't an issue as if you ever move away he can just ask Link to help him out. He doesn't have to explain why he's asking for help to them, he can just tell them to do it.

If at any point you start to fight back and wind up telling him to go away or to put it mildly to tell him you won't listen he will try to order you into no fighting. Even going so far as to ask Link to take care of the issue for him. I imagine this would happen in any Hyrule but especially the war of ages Hyrule. He needs to hover around you all the time and refuses to let you lift a finger to defend yourself. Anywhere you go he's there taking care of any problems you have. Suddenly you have a deity of war guiding you on how to not do the very thing you were brought along to do. He doesn't want you fighting at all.

Trying to explain why he doesn't want you to fight is so hard for Fierce because he knows you can handle yourself. He just doesn't care. The ages old god does not care if his frail mortal liver wishes to die in a war that isn't where they should be. It's for your safety. He's doing this so you can be kept safe! Being better able to handle yourself doesn't change anything in his mind.

At first you might think it's because he doesn't trust your skills as a fighter. Really he just knows how squishy mortals can be. You can assure him that you'll be fine and you can handle this but nothing you do can help. He has even taken to having you carry his mask. The moment you step forward to fight he stops you.

Nothing you say can change the deities mind. He doesn't mean to but he will become unresponsive to you when you start to argue your case. It isn't because he doesn't hear you, he does… he just won't change his mind. As much as he loves you he knows you're being ridiculous. He won't let his goddess destroy themselves by throwing their life at a wall of enemies for fleeting glory. Just stay here with him. He'll make the bed up and get you extra blankets if you want, and he'll even light a fire for you. Just stay there and let everyone else take care of it.

Fierce loves to hear you complain. He loves your voice so much and he loves doting on you. Stopping you from fighting by holding you in his lap close to his chest where he can spend all his time watching over you is his favourite. Lighting a fire and holding you, his lover, until you fall asleep makes him purr in delight.. He knows this change might be rough so he does all the fighting work for you so you can just relax and stay by his side once he comes back.

He just smiles at you and picks you up to carry you away to a quiet spot. He tries to talk about everything else you can do other than fight. He is just so quiet that he tends to just cross his arms and let you just sit in his lap and relax. For someone who complains so much you do seem to enjoy your time with him.

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