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tonesplash · 3 years

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painkiller (leah clearwater x reader)

@super66legends87 asked:

Hi! Can you do a Leah Clearwater x fem!reader where reader used to be good friends with Leah. When Leah shifts they stop talking and reader goes into the forest to take pictures to relieve stress, but catches Leah shifting. Thanks!

pairing: leah clearwater x reader

warnings: cursing, imprinting,kissing

a/n: whew i never thought i’d get this done. I have never written for leah before and think i need a refresher but i hope you like it! i dont think i used any gendered terms for the reader but this feels p sapphic to me lol. named after the beach bunny song of the same name.

Y'know, with how temperamental Leah had been the past few weeks before she completely ditched you, you'd think you wouldn't miss her as badly as you do now. You'd heard from her brother that their dad had passed away, but you hadn't been invited to any kind of funeral, and from then on, any calls to the Clearwaters went unanswered.

Recently, it'd seemed that all of your friends on the reservation were too busy for you. Always ignoring calls or coincidentally busy on the days you'd wanted to hang out, going so far as dropping out of school so you couldn't even confront them then. You'd thought what you'd had with Leah was different, that despite the changes you'd both been going through that you'd miraculously stick it out and finally get to tell her how you feel. Evidently, it was too late for that.

So you threw yourself into your art. Photography had always been a nice outlet for you. Whenever you became stressed or upset, driving out into the mossy woods of Forks, Washington, and capturing the sights was as good as a long talk with someone you trust. And since she was apparently too busy, this was your next best bet.

You pull off of your favorite backroad outside of city limits and climb out with your camera bag in tow, fully prepared to spend the afternoon losing yourself in what the great state of Washington had to offer.

You had just gotten comfortable amongst the roots and rocks when a grey blur came barreling out of the woods. When it staggers to stop, you can see that it's a massive wolf. With gargantuan paws and lengthy but muscled legs that lead to an absolute barrel of a chest. Your camera slips between your fingers in your shock.

Its hindquarters are to you, and it looks to be in pain, stumbling to the side and violently throwing its head back and forth before its form shrinks and flinches down to the forest floor, leaving in its place the bare crumpled form of your best friend. You sit up in surprise to get a closer look.

"Leah?"

The choppy hair of her head whips with it as she faces you, blushed red with exertion, and stained in angry tears, as she glares at you over your shoulder before her eyes soften with something you’d never seen directed from her at you before.

All at once, you are tackled to the forest floor. She seems to have grown a foot in your time apart, body corded in lithe muscle, so unlike the slender girl you knew before. Leah's stern expression doesn't match the tone of her voice as she keeps you pinned beneath her.

"You can't tell anyone, and I mean ANYONE, what you just saw." Your shock keeps you still and silent, like a deer in headlights, and when your brain continues to short circuit, she leans closer to speak quietly, her hair tickling your cheeks. Her scent and overwhelming heat immediately encompass you, leaving something warm and fuzzy to grow inside you.

"Promise me you will keep this a secret." Her voice is uneven and creaky like she'd been crying. You’d never found her more beautiful, cheeks suddenly on fire.

"Yo-” you stutter and pause to swallow. ”Your tits are out." Leah’s resounding laugh washes over you and makes you all fuzzy inside. You feel as if you could pass out. The heat rushing off of her is comforting and suffocating all at once.

"Yes, and they were out last summer when that wave got lucky, (Y/n); I need you to focus."

"I promise not to tell anyone that my best friend turned into a gigantic wolf if she would just put a shirt on." You rush out in one breath, eyes tightly shut. Amidst your disorientation, you still try your best to be respectful.

Later, after Leah had procured a pair of Soffe shorts and a tank top from rifling around in a bush and dressed with your burning face turned away, you both settled in your backseat for a serious talk.

You both start at the same time.

“Wh-”

“(Y/-)

That’s never happened before. You’ve never felt so out of sync. The emotional overload of the situation is making you jumpy, and you honestly can’t tell what Leah is thinking behind her dark eyes.

“No- you go ahead.” her firm tone leaves no room for argument and after that, the words just fall out.

“What the hell Leah?” You didn’t mean to yell, and she flinches at your intensity at first, but you press on, incensed by your anxiety. “Do you know how worried I was about you? All I wanted to do was be there for my best friend and you- you shut me out! I thought you’d done something after what happened with your dad! With Sam?”

Leah remains silent during your outburst, respectfully listening, but looks like she’s holding herself back with the way her eyes anxiously flit over you. She begins to bounce her leg, shaking the carriage with the corded muscle and you notice for the first time how close your knees are, and it feels like a current is running between the joints, something inside you urging to close the gap, but your ire keeps you from being tender.

“A-and then you show up and you’re a goddamned wolf? Am I fucking dreaming?” Your hand’s card through your hair and nervously run your thighs as your anger turns to sadness.

“Lee… I was in love with you.” Your voice cracks at the admission and suddenly you are looking at your hands, playing with the hem of your shirt. “And you just left. I thought I meant more to you than that,” you admit, quieter.

Suddenly, the backseat feels a whole lot warmer, your tears are welling with emotion before she scoots closer, eyes warm, and you startle, now crowded against the window.

Leah pulls you in gently, first cupping your cheeks and regarding you quietly for a negative reaction before pressing her lips to yours. Your worry dissipates, and you’re just alone with Leah. In that moment there is nothing else but her and you are warm, and safe, and overwhelmingly loved. When she pulls away from the kiss, you can’t help but unconsciously follow before it breaks off. She lingers, propping one arm on the seat to support her head as she entwines your fingers.

“After my dad I just…” She wavers at first but her voice firms up quickly, leveling her gaze with you and gripping your hand tighter in her sweltering hands as she speaks with conviction. “Shut down. And I'm sorry, that wasn't fair to you, and you didn't deserve that.”

“I wanted it to be you, but I couldn’t risk putting myself through that again (Y/n), you have to understand.” You shift uncomfortably, bracing for rejection, but she takes up your other hand in her own and squeezes reassuringly.

“But now I know, you were right here in front of me the whole time!” She says a bit too loudly at first. “It’s you. You’re it for me.” Leah excitedly scoots closer, more animated than you’d seen her in years. She drops one hand to tuck your hair behind your ear, eyes shining with adoration and you’re frozen on the spot.

“I love you.”

She kisses you again, harder this time, and you pull away before you can lose your train of thought again.

“Leah- what do you mean I’m-” You reluctantly interrupt before she cuts you off with a final peck ,moving to give you room, intense concentration crossing her face.

“Do you remember? What Dad told us about the Spirit Warriors?”

You had spent many a night on the res, sleeping over with Leah to watch Seth or just sit by the fire and listen to the elder’s tales and legends. The night he’d relayed the story you’d both spent chasing each other around the house pretending to be wolves.

“Are you saying you’re….” You trail off, already knowing the answer when she nods, still watching you for a reaction. You guess that’d make the most sense. When you stay silent, she continues.

“And I know this is sudden and confusing, but (Y/n) I swear it will all make sense later.” Leah tangles your fingers again, bringing them to her face to kiss your knuckles nervously before continuing.

“You’re my-” she pauses, hesitating. “my imprint.”

You try your best to take this seriously but the words come out before you can stop them.

“Oh, so we are really in Warrior Cats territory now.” You really need to get some help.

“(Y/n) you are my soulmate and I love you. But if you bring up Warrior Cats to me like that again I will find the highest cliff just to throw you off it.” Her deadpan expression is marred by a smile she can’t fight, so you know you’re safe for now.

“Noted.” You giggle and pull her closer. “Kiss me.”

#leah clearwater x reader #leah im sorry ur gf is a bimbo #twilight imagine #twilight x reader #reader insert #sapphic #fluff #twilight

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s-ephiroth · 6 years

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Sephiroth Week || Day 5: Nature

Read the other week prompts on [AO3]

(Of a gentle witch in a flower garden and the things he seeks to discover.)

After their accidental, yet fruitful meeting, Sephiroth made sure to exchange phone numbers. He knew he’d need to meet that cadet again, eventually. The situation was one that would require the guidance of someone with knowledge of it, even if that didn’t come from someone above him in power. (Which was an odd concept, the more he thought about it. Perhaps it was just the way the situation was unusual that bothered him. Regardless, Sephiroth let the thought slip away for the time being.)

His secretive new contact reaches out to him just in time, in an afternoon during which it was brought to his attention a series of apparent problems with the reactor in the Nibel area and that the company was considering sending him out to investigate the issue. The area was full of dangerous beasts, after all. (Dragons, twin brains, zuus and so on.) It wouldn’t do well to send just seconds and technicians. They could save the technicians for reactors closer to Midgar and spare them the dangers of the distant location, while preserving their SOLDIERs from harm at the same time, as they were more than simply confident in Sephiroth’s prowess as a warrior.

(Overconfidence will do nothing but destroy you.)

The message he gets from Cloud simply reads “Meet me near the Goblin’s Bar,” with no reason added to it. It’s almost as if the blond knows saying so little and inviting for more is the way to catch his attention; setting a bait out to fish his curiosity.

When he’s able to, before he knows it, Sephiroth finds himself making his way to Loveless Avenue. He’s quick to see the cadet pretending to guard the area and wastes no time, promptly approaching him. Cloud gives him a salute as soon as he sees him, only dropping it when he’s told to be at ease.

They’re meant to follow protocol, after all, — at least while they’re in this area — so to the public eye and therefore, Shinra to an extend, it can be seen as just an infantryman reporting an issue to someone of superior rank who can deal with said problem.

“Sir, I’ve found the source of that problem,” the blond says, keeping the act just in case someone nearby overhears them.

“Lead me to it.”

And Cloud does as he’s asked, guiding him all the way to the train station. The realization they’re going down to the slums hits Sephiroth rather quickly but he doesn’t ask. In fact, they don’t talk much until they’re sure nobody’s going to overhear anything they say.

It’s always a strange thing, trusting someone he barely knows to show him the way and yet, something about the blond other than the complicated story bounding them together at the moment makes him worth of trust.

“I met someone,” Cloud eventually says, “she sort of dragged me into a church and we had a long talk.”

“That’s where we’re going, then?”

The infantryman nods.

“I thought seeing her could help a little. With the plan.”

Oh yes, the plan. Which they discussed over texts a few times, looking for ideas on how to prevent what could happen in Nibelheim. They’d have to do it without alerting Hojo about their intentions. Refusing the mission wouldn’t do, as the scientist could always order his… pet to be brought back to Midgar and for Sephiroth to go to the labs. But at the same time, going to that town could lead to trouble on pure accident. Cloud had suggested more than once for him to not accept the mission so the blond himself could sneak into the labs and solve their issue himself.

Sephiroth couldn’t help but think it was too risky to be worth it.

Part of the plan involved doing something to keep his mind anchored as well, to prevent him from engaging in reckless actions such as burning a whole town to the ground.

When they finally enter the church they’re headed to, Sephiroth has a feeling he knows what Cloud’s trying to do, while being completely lost on how this will help, if at all.

Just as they enter, a small woman stands from where she was kneeling down near the bright colored flowers that seem to grow in the place. She wears her long brown hair in a braid with a pink ribbon tied to it; her bangs framing her face just like his own do. Completely the opposite of him, she’s dressed in white; a dress that follows her little turn as she moves away from the flowers to approach them.

For a moment, as Sephiroth notices the green eyes, — different yet similar to his own in a way — he almost swears this is a long lost relative of his. He wonders about that.

Why does she feel familiar?

“Oh, you brought a friend!” She says to Cloud, before turning to him. “Hmm… Sephiroth, wasn’t it? Zack talks about you sometimes when he comes to visit.”

“You’re Zack’s girlfriend.” It finally clicks.

“Mhmm. The name’s Aerith.”

Sephiroth is thankful for the information as he couldn’t recall whether her name was Aerith or Aeris. He only knew that Zack seemed to be even more puppy than man whenever he mentioned her — which usually happened at times Sephiroth couldn’t fully pay attention to whatever he was saying, only catching bits of information here and there.

Aerith glances at Cloud for a moment, before the latter nods and leaves to sit by the flowers. Once the blond is away from them, she takes his hand.

“You’re looking for your truth, aren’t you? The place you came from, your family…”

He doesn't recall mentioning the topic with both Zack and Cloud, but nods regardless, with a puzzled expression.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, “It’s just that I feel as if somebody important to you is really troubled right now. Maybe she’s been for a long while.”

“How… how are you doing this?”

The brunette lets go of his hand, her green gaze drifting away from him.

“Ever since I was young I can… feel the Planet and the bits of it resonating within people, the animals, the flowers… everything.”

Ever since I was young I knew I was different from the others.

Sephiroth takes a step back, a little nauseated by the thought. He doesn’t mean it as an offense against this young woman, but she doesn’t take it as one either, offering a sympathetic smile when she notices.

“It’s… a little scary, isn’t it? Sometimes it scares even me,” she pauses, getting a little sad so suddenly, “The first thing I thought when I saw you just now was that it must be sad… losing someone dear to you while trying to find out about yourself.” Sephiroth opens his mouth to say something, but she continues before he can say it. “But! It’s alright to grieve and maybe it’s okay to be so different. You get… hm, more to learn from other people or more things to talk about.”

He looks past her shoulder to where Cloud has given up on waiting them sitting by the flowers, now lying on the floor like a lazy cat out in a garden during a summer day. Sephiroth thinks about all the things he doesn’t know about this short, yet very noticeable cadet, about Zack (Why does your girlfriend look like she’s related to me?) and about the past; the things that happened before he even came alive.

So much yet to learn, his curiosity is tickled by such a thought.

“Maybe you have a point.”

Aerith nods at that with an expression that reminds him so much of Genesis that it’s almost painful; that one look of “Of course I’m right” that never failed even once at making Sephiroth either roll his eyes or smile… or both.

Wordlessly, she turns away from him to join Cloud, leaving him to follow after her; being unable not to wonder whether or not Zack is aware of those things. Once they’re all properly seated by the flower bed — the presence of which seems like a puzzle, given that, unless it’s a potted plant kept above the plate, plants aren’t meant to survive for long in the environment of Midgar — Aerith exchanges a look with the blond and a silent agreement, before talking again.

“I think what we’re here for is to make it clear how Cloud traveled through time.”

It’s a general agreement between the three of them. The infantryman urges her to explain instead of having him do it. Sephiroth wonders about how complicated the matter of it might be.

“In my family,” she says, “the women aren’t only born being able to ‘listen’ to the Planet. We’re also born with the ability to perform a forbidden magic… which Cloud’s a victim of.”

“So, as far as I understand, you can travel through time?”

“No, no, silly.” She chuckles and Sephiroth basks in the audacity she has, like a child playing with fireworks; not knowing about the potential danger of it and fearless in such ignorance. He catches Cloud snorting at it in an attempt to disguise laughter.

You just called the general of the most important corporation in the world ‘silly’.

(Well played!)

“We can only send back other people, because that comes at a heavy price: You have to die to be sent.”

And Cloud died, he thinks and gets the picture, then.

“But if you’re not sending yourself back, how would you know that you sent someone else?”

“I ‘smell’ of afterlife, apparently,” Cloud says and goes back into lying on the ground like a tired tabby cat.

Aerith laughs at that, the sound of it a timeless thing that somehow has Sephiroth understanding a little more the... time mage nature she claims to have — a nature he doesn’t question after they talked away from the blond for that one moment. (If you can do something unusual, it wouldn’t be surprising if you can do something else that’s also unusual.)

“You smell fine to me,” he teases the cadet, who simply blushes and curls into a ball.

He looks like a fusion of a chocobo with a hedgehog. It’s quite… adorable, Sephiroth thinks.

It only makes Aerith’s effort to catch her breath more difficult after laughing so much at such antics.

“Well, it’s not literally, thankfully,” she giggles and picks up a flower, only to put it on Cloud’s hair, “but here, now you can smell just like a flower.”

At that, Sephiroth understands a little what Cloud might’ve been trying to do when bringing him to such a place and such a company; he needs to avoid falling into despair, needs to stay on a bright path so his mind and his spirit become harder to break or to be influenced in the case they need to… face their monster together.

It also has him thinking about… something else that has him concerned and lingering behind for a moment longer to ask Aerith something before they return to the headquarters.

She had mentioned Cloud told her about their strange predicament, after all.

“I know you mentioned it’s a forbidden magic, but in the case we fail, in the case he dies again…” Sephiroth hesitates “Could it be repeated?”

She nods. “His mind and body would only remember his last death and the events before it, but yes.” Then, playfully she suggests “Would you like me to do it?”

It sounds as if he’s about to make a deal with Hel herself.

“Yes… unless there are any drawbacks,” he agrees to it anyway.

“Hm, there’s one. Say, if we were to repeat this enough times, the Planet would remember and it wouldn’t take it kindly against any of us.”

“Meaning?”

“It could become worse. He could forget he’s ever time traveled, for one. Something different could happen and you’d fail anyway, even if he lives. I could lose the power to do it and never know about it. We could never meet, and so on.” Aerith sighs at the prospect. “Would you still want me to do it?”

His simple nod seals the deal as a weird sensation courses through him. Not even the risks can shake his resolve of fighting such a terrible fate. And yet, he can’t free himself from the feeling he already agreed to such a deal before.

Just as he leaves, Aerith can sense it in the echo of him that his spirit leaves behind. But she thinks better of it than following Sephiroth to confirm the truth.

#sephirothweek #sefikura #(i mean it's eventual; guys)#(there's no escaping the eventual sefikura)#ff7 #arkeefic #time travel #let's play 'catch the reference' everyone?#sephirothweek2017

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kaaramel · 7 years

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a long and very disjointed list of webber HCs in no particular order

i don’t necessarily think this is all Untouchably True Game Canon but when i write about webber or play them in RP servers consider these.. my guidelines??? i don’t know it’s all pretty nebulous

wild spiders:

Eusocial - warriors and workers (the default black kind) are non-reproducing; queens develop from workers who are exposed to high concentrations of magic/nightmare fuel (provided in the wild by dark petals and primitive, instinctive ritual). I don't have a specific headcanon re: sexual reproduction namely Where the Males Are At - I could come up with something elaborate about much smaller males who never leave the dens or possibly do the anglerfish thing but if it's my call I'd like to take the path of least resistance and call it parthenogenesis

i made up the thing about nightmare fuel just now while i was writing but i'm into it - i say it because it follows from webber's triumphant appearance, assuming it’s the result of high exposure to nightmare energy, if we interpret the growing claws and the narrowed eyes as the beginnings of a queen-transformation (and i do)

all nests contain a primary queen at their base and center protected by swaths of webbing, laying eggs continually, & being defended by her children. a tier 2 nest contains a queen and one developing heir, who will take over the nest when the primary queen emerges, carrying the tier 3 nest's final and youngest queen on her back as she wanders looking for a place to establish a new colony.

the queen's use of dark magic allows her to grow to her full size and strength, & telepathically direct her colony; her strong insanity aura vs. players is partially a side effect of this magical nature

depth dwellers and cave spiders have queens too, but they confine themselves to the cave ceiling/underground respectively, so you'll never meet 'em

all castes are venomous but the venom has little to no effect on anything as big as a human, & doesn't linger. it has antibacterial effects when extracted and treated properly, hence the use as a base for healing salve

spiders have good night vision but are pretty miserable at color, & have an excellent sense of smell but hear mostly through vibration

their eyes faintly reflect ambient light like a cat's

spiders groom each other communally within the den and share food among the colony members

webber-specific anatomy:

after the resurrection event (character unlock - and by the by, should we establish who found and buried webber's skull in FFverse? did that happen?) their respective anatomies were reshuffled and merged into a single more-or-less coherent organism

one uninterrupted digestive tract; two hearts; one set of lungs; two brains but probably somehow interwoven nervous system. uhh, my house my rules, I'm gonna say the spiderbrain has ended up more as like.. a knot of ganglia running along the spine? (this is my retroactive justification for writing a fic where a blow to the head only knocked out the child and left the spider piloting the body solo)

their blood and muscle tissue is redder than a spider's and purple-er than a human's; the human skeleton is all present and anchoring standard-issue muscles and everything, but their outer skin is pretty tough and more or less exoskeletal..? we'll gloss right over how that one works for spiders i guess, magic kinda bones the square-cube law

the spider's nightvision is gone but colorvision has sharpened; they can tolerate bright sunlight where the spider couldn't before, and they see better in twilight than the human could, but are totally blind in the dark like any other player.. i think maybe spider vision would track strongly to movement, but not have clear focus on small things?

the spider-legs have very rudimentary digits at their tips and can hold things, although not as well or with as much strength as the main arms. webber can also get down and crawl on all eights but it's awkward for long distances. mostly in practice the extra limbs end up being used to gesture

raised and spread out wide: threat display. tucked close: fear/submission. up/down position corresponds roughly to mood and energy (held high when happy and sagging when unhappy). they use some recognizable human gestures as well: pointing, waving, covering their eyes, etc.

webber isn't very good at judging whether they've eaten the right amount, and will put basically anything in their mouth if it seems edible; they're pretty much constantly low-key hungry (standard for spiders - their next meal is wildly uncertain so they're fully prepared to scavenge at any moment) and simultaneously have a sensation of fullness without getting anything from it (the last lingering echo of "i, the spider, just ate a huge meal and it's not digesting properly at all," even though their internals have rearranged since)

their fur is stiff and bristly, & can stand on end or relax; lacking denmates they mostly groom themselves (combing claws through it) which means they are probably a bit grubby and matted in the hard-to-reach places

they have two tongues i swear to god you'll pry their use of "tongues" plural, in one shipwrecked line, out of my cold dead hands. this one’s real true canon that i could not possibly have made up and you’ll never take it away

they get pretty miserable in the heat, considering jet-black fur and all. mostly they have to resort to panting; the only sweat glands left to them are in places where the fur is thinner, mostly along the soles of their feet and palms of their hands

on the flipside of course, their fur isn't actually much insulation against the cold.. got them coming and going

they've tried before to file down the small, sharp claws on their fingertips against rocks, etc. and it never takes for longer than a single night; their blunted claws are back to how they were by the next morning. they've pretty much resigned themselves to having them and are able to be careful with fragile objects and hold hands and everything, it just takes some effort

they are able to communicate between themselves directly mind-to-mind but it was disorienting for a long time since one's mode of thought was very verbal and the other's very much based on images and emotions; it clarifies things to say them out loud and they do talk under their breath to each other, although not usually when other people are around unless their sanity's slipping

related: yes, the spider has learned to understand & use language, pretty competently. it likes playing with all the new sounds their mouth can make, and with rhyming words ("vroom vroom mushroom" and similar)

when their sanity drops it causes friction between the two halves, who are usually much more in sync - their perceptions of the world around them start diverging and it's a lot of strain to simultaneously see a shadow creature and not see it, or maybe see it a few feet to the left instead, etc etc

oh, also, one hideously specific thing: webber can see dark swords as, simultaneously, the sword and the simple stick of wood it's built around, and they find the double-vision sensation deeply unsettling

in general their sensitivity to magic is heightened beyond a normal human's - the spider is native to the islands and sensitized to these kinds of energies - but that mostly just means extra headaches and unpleasantness

uhh, they probably molt once in awhile, sure, my city - not often tho - their instinct is to go somewhere safe so they mostly go off on their own to do it, and the old exuvia crumbles into dust almost immediately. they're a little more soft and sensitive for a short period of time afterward and probably steal the opportunity to discreetly touch as many textures as they can before the new exoskeleton hardens up, because the rest of the time, all sensations are dreadfully dulled from what the human was once used to

they get mildly cramped and achy during the few days leading up to a molt, although a sense of being just a little too big for their rigid skin is never super far away

if they're jonesin' to feel textures at a time when they haven't recently molted, they lick things/put small objects in their mouth, ain't nothing wrong with the sensation coming from their tongue(s)

human family: i don't have a lot of original thoughts on this matter, tbh, i just have my interpretations of stuff hinted at in the script, but you can have 'em

his father kept goats

he remembers his mother cooking, sewing, & gardening; he probably helped around the house with at least basic tasks of that sort; he remembers some of her advice/sayings although some of it has gone kinda vague in his memory (same with grandpa: "you live in what you eat," are you Sure kiddo)

imo he seems like he was closer to his mom than his dad (mom is almost always "mum" and dad is always "Father," for one thing)

only child, no siblings

visited his grandfather reasonably often for fishing trips, chess lessons that he doesn't remember very well, bothering grandpa's cat Whiskers

imo: liked the outdoors but wasn't super athletic - he says he wasn't good at football. was probably always kinda short and scrawny even before growth was permanently stunted by being trapped inside a monster, but is at least a tough little nugget now

really liked superhero comics

i don't have a location more specific than "rural-ish england????" for where he comes from

mm.. i don’t know under what specific circumstances webber was brought to DSworld and again i hesitate to speculate, but if you make me pick a narrative i'll pick this one: just as people are occasionally drawn into Their world from the mundane world, things very rarely slip through going the other way, and a monstrous, magical spider from the islands managed to cross over. maybe a queen that wasn't fully/properly developed..? in order to be the correct size to swallow a lost/wandering child whole..

i figure webber's "indigestible" status is roughly analogous to how willow is impervious to fire, just, a way more specific and unpleasant circumstance, but nevertheless he survived in there much longer than he should've; the spider was pretty distressed over its inability to actually complete this weird meal and maybe the gradual establishment of a very rudimentary telepathic contact; maxwell offered carefully nonspecific help to the pair of them (somehow. broken-down radio in a junkyard?) and returned/brought the spider/child to the island dimension

behavior:

polite and respectful child. was probably always a pretty polite kid, and the spider understands hierarchy and respect from a rigidly eusocial organism's perspective, but it's also to a certain extent a really deliberate choice, namely "if we are meek and emphasize having human good manners then we are less likely to be feared or thrown out for being a monster"

yes, they are worried about this. they hear how enthusiastically the others rag on and murder mundane spiders

basically they consider themselves low in the hierarchy of this loosely-organized human den and aren't super great at refusing orders they’ll just ask what needs done and do it without complaint

particular respect for the authority/knowledge/power of women

intensely loyal to their friends

you are all their friends

even you WX

once they're sure that someone will tolerate it and not freak about.. Giant Spider, they like to be physically affectionate with friends.. they'll comb claws through people's hair, or just hug and cuddle

bad, bad dreams. could you possibly blame them in even the slightest

eating/being eaten and the lines blurring between those two states is a big one. being lost and trying to call for help but not being able to form the words. the child's parents not recognizing him. the dark

they are a staunch lil optimist and willing to believe the best of everyone

they like having something to do with their hands or fidget with or chew on

seeing the adults argue and fight among themselves is stressful and frightening

their response to stressful and frightening things is to run off solo for a little while and hang underground or with a spider nest until it sounds like things have cooled off

that’s all i can think of at the moment and if you read through all of that i’m in awe

#i'm gonna tag this as #famine's friends #cause thats who this is for #ds headcanons #it's like 60-70% talking about spiders and spider anatomy and spider physiology no prizes for guessing my priorities #some of these things i can give text citations for out of the script if pressed #spider psychology* is what i meant fuckin. fuck words

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shattered-catalyst · 7 years

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Worst fears: Drabble: rock dad

Shit so I had a dream nightmare and had to do a feeling induced Drabble. because ow my heart. Cats worst fears come true and holy shit. Shitty writing as usual but I’m tired and writing this emotionally wore me out. I added a happy ending at the end for therapeutic reasons.

Warnings: tagging this triggering for numerous things, no one normally reads these so uhh pm if you need specifics?? Id say heavy despair.

Rock dad AU.

Per usual Cadre is indicated by < and > respectively.

Summary: They came to take back Isaslan 3 and got a lot more out of him then they bargained for. And its all Julio Esteban fucking Richter’s fault. Fuck that guy.

Rictor’s voice was groggy, logical considering it was 3:45 in the morning. In fact Catalyst couldn’t even make out what his ‘father’ figure had said, it was just word grunts in three different languages. Of which he knew two. Glancing up from the phone he checked to make sure he had time to rouse Rictor’s brain. The splintered store front window was setting off the alarm. He had only a few seconds to issue his warning.

<Rictor. You must get Shatterstar and Julian to safety. Lord Mojo has tracked me down. They have come. You must stay awaa-> Shit!! He ducked as a well aimed shot ripped the phone and its receiver from the counter.

Thats not what made him swear under his breath. It was Scattershot stepping through the broken shop window that got his blood boiling. Oh shit. <Whats wrong? Don’t tell me you’re running?>

Oh that got the blood boiling, he unsheathed another pair of knives. < A true warrior never runs, you know this!>

He fucking should have run. In retrospect he should have high tailed it to Rictors apartment. Gotten help. Not acted like he would in the arena. He wasn’t alone anymore, but here he was fighting alone.

Sinkholes everywhere, shaken buildings, car alarms, and downed power lines littered the south side of mutant town. Looked like an earthquake had hit. It hadn’t, had just been him. Trying his damndest. But Scattershot had more experience and no amount of shaking the ground and wits was going to help him once Scattershot’s extensive back up arrived.

Damn he must’ve pissed someone off. Mojo, Scattershot? Fekt pick one he’d done a lot. A lot they considered wrong. What he now knew for a fact was that he had done the right thing. He wasn’t backing down from that. Catalyst’s eyes remained on the ground, half whispering for her to answer him. He could figure out a way out of this; he knew it. He was smart enough, but could he pull it off without the use of his lower body? Maybe if his shoulder wasn’t splintered in several places he could use just his arms. But no. Thanks. Scattershot. Bitch.

Two broken legs, a power dampener, and a hell of a lot of guards. Pretty sure his pelvis was down for the count. Lovely. Fingers digging deep into the earth, leaving deep gouges. Feeling the grains digging into his finger nails. Desperately pleading with the ground to open and just swallow them. Aching for the ability to move it again.

Wind picks up, portal opening, oh fekt no. His pleadings deepened in his uemeur; screaming for the earth to answer once more. It was silent, so very silent. His heart had never beaten this fast, he could feel the blood coursing through his head. The world sharpening to his senses as they fought to survive this. No he wasn’t going back. Not after all he had fought for. After all he’d fought to become. He wasn’t going back.

Now he’d tasted freedom-emotions. He will never be able to live without them, and he didnt know if he actually wanted to. Didn’t know if he wanted to live without Rictor in his life. That damn bastard ruined everything. Had Julio Esteban Richter not sidled into his life maybe he wouldn’t have fought so hard. But that asshole had to make things complicated and messy. Fuck him.

Thats when he heard the word ‘re-assimilate’. Oh. Fuck. No. No no no.

Now he felt it:Fear. Its claws ripping into his soul. It will be worse than the arena. It will be the arena AND worse. A motion picture show of horror began cycling through his mind, the torture awaiting him. They’d probably keep his power contained via technology the whole time. Possibly even a mind wipe. He didn’t want to forget.

He had no idea what missing something felt like until that threat presented itself. Losing the memory of that stupid face. The way he almost punched Catalyst when they first met. Buckets of frogs and dirty hands. He refused to forget him. The first person to support him so fully; maybe to love him? How could he. How that stupid stupid smile started with a gleam in his brown eyes and spread to his mouth. Or the way he would explode with emotion about things. Fuck he’d even miss the tequila.

Tears were stinging his face. Oh god. The thought of losing even the memory of the first important person in his life was earth-shattering. A heavy sob ripped through his chest, he couldnt stop it. Not like he used to, stuff it down, and hide it from himself. He’d die before he went back. He’d die before he forgot him.

“RICTOR!!” One sobbing scream echoed from his uemeur a crossed the empty lot. Bouncing helplessly off the buildings. He knew it would go unanswered. His uemeur splintered then and there.Ground heaving beneath mirroring his chest. Iridescent green flooding from his fingers. Fear. His powers activated on Fear. Pressure building, a loud snap resonated as the collar splintered.

Fissure ripping open the earth beneath their feet. Everything went black. He’d done it.

commercial break from bad writing: I had to give it a happy end my dream stopped there basically and transitions to rubber ducks so..Have a happy ending??

Light poured in. Eyes opening slowly, body tensing. He wasn’t on anything-someone was holding him close. His head against their neck as they walked, cradling him. Orange hair brushing against Cats face as he tried to move. He could feel the familiar heaviness of Rictor’s jacket around his own limbs, smelled the earth and leather. Trying to lift his head he stopped feeling a fissure of pain rip through him. A hum vibrating through the mans throat, head moving.

“Julio.” Voice deep and strong. A faint Cadre accent, barely discernible. But that wasn’t what awoke him.

“He awake?”

The voice sent his mind racing. Earth, wet ground fertile and beautiful. Stable. Warm. Home. “R-rictor?” Gods his own voice sounded like shit compared to Rictor’s. The man was there, beside him burying a hand in his hair to ruffle it. Small smile gracing his features.

“Dumbass.”

Shoving off the red head he tackled Rictor. Worth the pain, so worth the pain. Working arm latching tightly around his neck to grab his shirt. Hugging tightly. Burying his head against him trying to stop his chest from heaving. “They wanted me to forget you, papa.”

Comforting hands hoisted him up to hold his weight, however light it was. Supporting him. Caring for him. “Yeah well fuck those bastards.” Hand stroking his hair soothingly. “ We’re going home.”

“I’m already home.”

@shakeitrictor : I put a mention of Julian in here but I didn’t want to add him in the last part without your permission. I can always edit and add your cute little baby later. Or remove him completely. In the dream Cat was worried about him getting caught up in this and I’m sure he’d come help bail out his baby brother.

#Xshapedportal #my poor child he needs hugs more #transientmutantdrabbles

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