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airyravenmaid · 15 days

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SAGAU: My Style

Back at it again with sharing my personal ideas with the Self-Aware Genshin AU. I don't see myself writing a full-on fanfic about it because I do NOT trust myself with characterizing everybody properly, and some of the ideas I have in mind wouldn't make for a good universal experience for all, if that makes sense. So, instead, I'll just stick to pitching like I'm at a silly ol' business meeting and providing a simply layout. Now, keep in mind, this is going to focus more on my rendition of an Imposter AU specifically, which means I'm also going to do a little nitpicking of some common tropes in it that I find could be done better or even differently. It won't be me saying that anybody who writes them in the traditional sense is bad or doing a bad job, just what I'd do differently. So, without further ado, check out my mish-mushed ideas below the cut:

It all starts with the Creator Themsleves, aka, us. Or, rather, us before we became us. Not making sense? That's fine, but lemme delve into that a little better. Game lore-wise for this AU, there actually was a fully existing, fully breathing Creator that's been around since even before the Archons (but not by too much; Zhongli's still no spring chicken in spite of this). Yes, they did create Teyvat and all that's good in it like the flora, the fauna, and the creatures, and they had a close bond with said Archons not just as people serving, advising, and worshipping their God/ruler, but also in a legitimate friendship (so, no, they're not 100% subservient or gutless ass-kissers-- it's more of an equal dynamic). Maybe one Archon of your choice (within reason) being close enough to the point of being (secret) lovers, if you'd like. Such explains the Archons' deep attachment to the Creator, and their eagerness to see them again after tragedy-- like, say, the Cataclysm that razed Khaenri'ah-- renders them comatose and not to awaken again until present day. Until then, the Creator's body lies safely in sleep like Princess Aurora within their main temple/palace, occasionally visited by their old companions (minus Ei, who's in her hidey-hole until the Inazuma AQ's, but that goes without saying).

But, just before they do wake up, here comes a little (presumably Celestia-sent) POS known as the Imposter, who worms their way into the temple where the Creator lies, steals their garbs and replaces them with normal, less divine attire before sending their body far away apparently never to be seen again and lying on that resting spot acting as the Creator on the verge of waking up. And since no one knows what really happened, it looks like the promised day has come without issues, and the Imposter is welcomed by nearly all back to a throne that never actually belonged to them. As for the actual Creator... they're in good hands, because Teyvat would never mistake another for the All-Parent that breathed life into it and acts to protect their body hidden amidst nature in whatever region they landed in (your choice) until they really do wake up.

And when our in-game body does wake up, our real-life consciousness is transferred into it and overwrites our old, godly memories with our normal ones. Since I can't stand isekais that require us dying an early death IRL (like, at all, actually), we're either magically transported to Teyvat the old-fashioned magic way, or part of our consciousness goes into our in-universe body and leaves our physical forms in reality alone, thereby creating two versions of us going around two separate worlds. For better wording, that is, but that's the gist of it. Either way, we're the real deal Creator, but one without our old memories (apart from short visions we get of our old divine life that come up every now and again) as far as everyone else in Teyvat is concerned. They're not totally wrong, anyway. I was thinking this could be justified to everyone by our "past self" saying pre-slumber that they will reawaken without the knowledge of this world (aka, the Genshin one), but it will still very much be them/us.

By the way, when we stumble into the main town or city of whatever region we wound up in, the locals don't just immediately attack us for looking like the Imposter. While sometimes, I do enjoy kicking back and enjoying pure angst, I otherwise found that aspect of Villain/Imposter!SAGAU to be, comment dit-on... absurd, especially with nobody in Mondstadt (outside of that one nun not buying it and simply scolding him) giving two honks about Venti despite him looking like (being) Barbatos, and nobody in Liyue even noticing the resemblance between Zhongli and Rex Lapis/Morax. And given how much those nations revere their god, the argument of us being a higher deity cannot be made. So, instead, at absolute worst, people are just really unnerved by the uncanny resemblance we have to the Creator, but otherwise don't get alarmed... until the Imposter catches wind of us and changes that. The reason people start attacking us at all is because the Imposter weaves a forewarning of the Creator's antithesis equal to them in power known as the "Destroyer" will descend on Teyvat, attempt to steal the throne using the Creator's face, and do worse to the world than the Abyss Order ever could try to if not stopped. And, this may sound like something they just made up to get us killed, but in a way... it's true, only issue is that the acolytes + citizens have the wrong idea of who's who, of course. Plus, the actual, all-powerful Creator, if pushed too far by say... an incredibly lengthy and traumatic manhunt after being mistaken for the Destroyer, is capable of tearing the world limb from limb, because those who create can as easily destroy, but those who destroy can never create.

Speaking of "all-powerful"... why are we always completely powerless in these SAGAU works apart from crying and/or getting really angry (which ARE realistic and valid reactions to the shit we're going through, but it's not mutually exclusive to getting cool abilities)? Because we're not actually from Teyvat? Even Aether and Lumine have the power to wield the elements despite coming from somewhere else, and for us to not get that same honor is frankly dull as dishwater. That's a lot of missed potential to dip into the fantasy aspect of a fantasy game like Genshin Impact. It's here I'd like to take some inspiration from a show I've enjoyed for years known as none other than "Avatar: The Last Airbender". Not to mention, the term "avatar" generally refers to a "divine incarnation in human form", hello??? Ahem! In other words, instead of being completely incapable of defending ourselves, we-- being the almighty Creator-- are able to wield all seven elements at once, but we have to gradually learn how to effectively use and master them. We do start with one element (any of your choice), then work our way up in order of the loading screen. IE: say your element is Cryo, you'd have to go Geo -> Pyro -> Hydro -> Anemo -> Electro -> Dendro. Such was the same in our past life, but we had the Archons to teach us and help us master those abilities through time.

Which means now, we need other people to help us do it again in our new "incarnation", and that's in the form of 5-star Vision holders since they fit the bill of "master" a bit better, being the rarer, stronger characters and junk. Of course, this is likely with discretion, because some might not be wise to learn from (such as Klee, funny as that'd be). I'm also discounting learning from the Archons because not only has our time with them from the previous life passed, but I don't find it fair to learn from a powerful god of that element, even if we're a god ourselves. It's more balanced learning from someone beneath that level (so, yes, an adeptus would still qualify). Also, important note here: not every single playable character is going to try and kill us for the Creator-Destroyer thing. NPCs are one thing because, let's be real, they're sheep, but it isn't realistic or in-character for everybody playable to want us dead. While a fair chunk would probably be on board for the sake of not letting the world blow to smithereens (and not because, you know, Same Face Syndrome, because that's completely insane), some might not outright believe the alleged prophecy for one reason or another, such as not being fond/trusting enough of the apparent "Creator" to just listen to them right off the bat, or getting to already find out who the real Creator is and knowing we're not the enemy. Whatever the reason is, we're going to have allies, including ones that join us in our quest to defeat the Imposter and take back the throne to restore balance to Teyvat. This can also include those who initially sided with the Imposter, but for one reason or another such as seeing our gold blood, they have a change of heart and tag along for the ride. For us to just go about Teyvat on the lam with nobody having our back is just... depressing, and not even in the fun way, either. I understand this faction of SAGAU tends to be purely angst-based, but come on, it doesn't have to all be a total bummer all the time. There's no rule that says we can't go through the angsty, heartwrenching stuff with traveling companions to call our own there for us through it all.

Now, of course, whoever those traveling companions are is really up to you because not all of us are gonna wanna tag up with and learn from the same bitches as the next guy. So, it's anybody's game with anybody's reasoning and circumstances (such as which region we wake up in, who our first companion(s) would be there, then which region we move onto, and even what element we have to learn next). Also, fitting the max. number of characters you can have on one team, it'd just be four actively traveling alongside us through Teyvat with other allies remaining where they are, whether they helped us master an element or not. But, no matter anybody's personal tastes and choices, I really wish there was more of a thrilling "fantastical group adventure" kind of element to this genre of SAGAU, because the potential is there, just-- seldom reached, from what I've seen, personally. I'd be more than happy adding onto this with anything I might have missed, but that's basically the gist of my view of this AU.

#Genshin Impact #SAGAU #Imposter AU #SAGAU Cult AU #Genshin Impact SAGAU #(Meant to make this post when a certain someone finally came home in Genshin; but that was 4 months ago lmfao)#This is kind of a huge mess but it's open to tweaking and revisiting; if necessary #But I still mean it when I say I wish more works had Creator!Reader have more fun or do cool shit amidst the angst and drama #Adventuring with newfound friends on a quest to reclaim your yoinked throne in a fantasy setting is cool; yo; go nuts with it

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anarchy-and-piglins · 1 month

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you asked and I deliver (I am exceedingly partial to “there are hybrid hunters and they are an active threat” osmp settings so be forewarned)

He spends a long time making bolt holes and hideaways around the valley, stocking them with weapons and food. When confronted, he says they’re in case of emergency for if hunters find the valley. They’re actually for the worst case scenario (the hybrids finally get fed up with having a human in their midst and run him out of town like he thinks he deserves) the rest of the crew finally put together their actual purpose only after Ran and Tubbo get angry one day after he messes with one of their projects. They yell loud and long enough to drive him into a panic, he vanishes, and the crew have to organize a party to find him before the hunters do.

They find Techno in the woods a few months after noticing the hunter’s traps seem to be sabotaged without their intervention. He gets cornered by a group of hunters, gutted and left for dead, and they barely manage to keep him alive. Niki is the first one he sees when he wakes up. he compliments her hair, and she decides right then and there that he’s staying.

Techno grew up in a mixed hybrid family and when they were captured, suffered a lot of scarring. He spends the first few months of his time with the osmp crew pretending to be a hybrid with his hybrid features surgically removed, because he’s afraid they won’t accept him and he can’t go back to the humans who did that to him in the first place.

None of the crew think about how dangerous it is for someone who can’t fly, can’t breathe underwater, cant shrink, and can’t teleport to navigate the floating islands and high bases. Techno manages through sheer stubborn grit for a while before a nasty fall takes him out of commission for a month.

He’s painfully touch-starved for a really long time. It takes a lot of late nights and awkward hugs before Phil sees him staring at a preening circle longingly and realizes touch starvation is also a human thing. He now gets to participate and they play with his hair until he passes out.

he’s usually barefoot. He’s also always got a few knives on him.

Ranboo has a lot of hair jewelry and Techno borrows it regularly. He’s the only one that’s allowed.

Okay okay okay, I'm munching and crunching on these as if they are a bowl of little snacks for me

Ough that one is painful but so so accurate to Techno's character. I wouldn't be surprised if the hidey holes are kind of meant for both, though at the end of the day Techno figures for a long while the hybrids are a bigger threat to him than other humans just because his expectations are so low

HSKJSQJHSQJSQQS YES nice and whumpy, perfect human!Techno osmp backstory

We've been over this but human!Techno pretending to be a hybrid is always tasty

YEAH, I love the 'accidental whump through oversigh' thing so much. Nobody is actively trying to make the commune hostile to Techno, it just is by design and he's too stubborn to mention it until he gets seriously hurt hehe

hsqkhqjqssq UEUEUEUEUE yes

I feel like walking around barefoot is such a bad idea he's gonna lose some toes. Good for him tho!

Peerpressureduo my beloved, I think Ranboo used to have long hair and then cut it off at some point (maybe because long hair was a sign of enderman royalty and they're doing the whole 'disowned by my shitty family' thing). Their hair is now a little above shoulder lenght and they still wear a lot of hair jewelry, but they love braiding Techno's hair and making it pretty and such. It's like, recontextualising something that used to be painful because it reminded them of their family

#technoblade #ranboo #thoughts #asks #tagging ranboo specifically for that last one hehe

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illarian-rambling · 10 days

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Thanks for the tag @aestheic-writer18!

Characterization Through Quotes

My prompt: A quote about their childhood

Your prompt: A quote about something that makes them angry

I'll do the HO quartet :)

Izjik: "Honesty? I had a really wonderful childhood. I lived in a beautiful place. Everyone in the enclave was loving and had a hand in raising me. Yeah, there were challenges, but we all celebrated together when we overcame them. That's what I remember most about Edeme’eneha: an incredible sense of togetherness. I wish I could go back there someday."

Sepo: "It was fine. When Saius and I were taken in by the Saryimastra Seat, we were given only the best education fit for Singer-Priests in training. The adults treated us decently and the other kids.... Well, Saius had a lot of friends, at least, which was fine by me. We never really had a parental figure, so my brother and I mostly leaned on each other. It was a peaceful time. That only makes looking back on it all the more bitter."

Twenari: "Pft, what childhood? Ok, to be fair, I'm still a child, and staying with Sepo, Izjik, and Djek has been really wonderful. I get to go to school, and talk to other kids, and not have to worry about who's mind I'm going to have to delve into tonight. But, it's really only now that I'm getting these things. Getting an actual childhood. My mother treated me like any other employee. Worse, even, because I didn't get paid. I worked day and night doing... doing rather unsavory things with my sorcery. I thank the gods every day that I worked up the courage to escape her."

Djek: "Eh, it was fine. Living on the streets wasn't too bad. I had my little hidey-hole that none of the big kids could squeeze into, I knew good places to sell things I found in the trash, and I had this abandoned well I knew about where I could always get fresh water. I even found out I had sorcery! Nothing like almost getting the shit kicked out of you to jumpstart some blood magic, am I right? Honestly, I get why my folks threw me out. They were just doing what they had to. Besides, I survived, so all's well... all's well that ends well."

I'll tag @theprissythumbelina @thethistlegirl @elsie-writes @cwritesfiction and anyone else who wants in :)

#writing #writerscommunity #writblr #my ocs #oc quotes

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invisiblequeen · 2 months

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Noe Bodi Gameplay: Day 34, Part 1

NEW NEIGHBOR MOVED INTO OASIS SPRINGS!

Darrell Parker (@simsinfinitylt) is an aspiring chef with a poetic nature and, as I later discovered, a wildly desirous side.

I noticed a pattern: anytime I first start playing a sim, they either need to sleep or eat. In Darrell's case, it was the former.

But once we got that out of the way he went to apply for University! He wants that academic, prestigious culinary training, and I'm not mad at it.

As he waited for the application to go through, he turned his focus to his favorite hobby, producing!

I will never regret my choice to make the walls purple zebra patterned. It is exactly the kind of room a music producer should have.

Now, you know that the point of this gameplay is to see how all these sims interact. So when I saw our resident bear man Pax Ramey (@theosconfessions) strolling across the street...

I sent Darrell out to say hello.

And boy, did they get along great.

Their chemistry was so on point that halfway through talking I was able to get them to hip bump and it only added more friendship points!

Then Darrell's stomach started growling, so he had to go back inside for some eggs and toast.

The clearing of his plate was perfectly timed with the arrival of our Resident Zombie Boy, Leslie Stanfield (@zestykim)!

You'll notice that Darrell, waving excitedly and introducing himself, didn't seem to notice that Leslie is in fact a Zombie Boy. And, to be fair, Leslie takes great care to make the rotting half side of his face look more like a third degree burn from a past accident, after which he sprays his body down in the sim equivalent of Axe whenever he leaves his hidey hole.

So Darrell's unawareness was actually a win for Leslie, confirming that his cover hadn't been blown and he wasn't too decayed to fool the average sim.

Unfortunately, Darrell also looked scrumptious to him, so he had to cease breathing through his nose and squint his eyes to center himself.

No sim-made tapas today, folks! They powered through a small chat and got along great!

This time when Darrell yawned, I sent him to bed for a real sleep.

It didn't take him into the next day, but it did keep him from yawning anymore.

Look what he did the second he woke up--check the university applications!

No news yet. You could argue that it hadn't even been 24 hours yet, but Darrell would not listen to you. He will check every single day until he gets a rejection or acceptance.

I had no more time to dwell on his academic future, though, because another neighbor sauntered in, waiting to be introduced.

Remember Donna Richmond (@elysiantrait)?

Here I was thinking this would be like the other introductions, so I sent Darrell out to say hi without a care.

But oh, was I wrong.

Love. At. First. Sight. The last time this happened was with Rivers and Rory! I love when the mods be modding and guide my story for me. :)

So obviously, they got along splendidly. Talked about anything and everything, with the strong flirty tone running under every word. Not once did their smiles fade. Not once did a negative relationship point appear.

And I am nothing if not a Love Guru, so I decided to send them on an early dinner date, to nurture their fateful bond over drinks and bites.

Little did I know the insanity that would follow.

[previous] - [next]

#sims 4 #the sims 4 #sims4 #simblr #ts4 #other people's sims #n0bodygameplays #noe bodi gameplay #sims 4 gameplay

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arrowflier · 10 months

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Hiiiii. Peeking out of my hidey-hole to do @celestialmickey's tag game 4 days later after not posting for months. Thanks @vintagelacerosette for the tag

name: Arrow

age: 32

pronouns: she/they

tell me about one of your hobbies: Most of my hobbies fall into the "making things" category, and right now I'm crocheting some baskets to store my craft gear

what languages do you speak? English, tiny bit of German, even tinier bit of Spanish

one of your comfort movies: Return of the King

do you have any kids? do you want any? No and probably not.

cold weather or hot weather? COLD. I can always add layers but I cannot take off my skin.

you're at an amusement park. what ride are you going on first? A water ride, like log flume! Or a really twisty coaster.

what's your go-to hairstyle/how do you wear your hair most days? Braided or clipped up.

who was your top artist in your spotify wrapped/apple music replay in 2022? Don't use it!

you've just been handed $1000 but you have to spend it on clothes. where are you shopping? Oh gosh, I'm too lazy to go shopping but maybe I'd hit up something local for once

wireless or corded headphones? I finally gave in and got bluetooth earbuds because my new phone doesn't have a headphone jack, and you know what I love them

finally, tell me something that sparks joy: Being back in my hometown and not working weekends anymore!

#maybe coming back now?#kinda?#I've missed you all!

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petite-ursus · 5 months

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I've actually cried watching Pip come back to life this week.

I loved the boys, they were sweet cats to me and so funny and charming-- cats. I will miss them. I hope Cayde and Gryf find someone in that next house who loves them. I mean. Gryf is baby. He has so much love and so much to learn about manners and doesn't deserve to get thrown every time he tries his best. And yeah. Cayde is drooly, but he is a lover. I made sure to give them extra cuddles before they left. Regis too. He is The Lad. The funniest sproingiest man.

But Regis in particular took a lot of joy in tormenting Pip. He would chase her, stalk her, hit her. I don't know if he just really didn't like her (he wasn't a huge fan of just hanging with other cats like the other boys, in general) or if he thought the noises she made were just... funny... but I would come home every day worried he had slashed her across the face again while I wasn't there to protect her and the ex just... didn't pay enough attention. I was so worried he was going to take her eye out. Something the ex promised before even moving in was that she would help make a catio so there would be additional space for cats to go... but of course that never made the priority.

The past week I watched as she has slowly come to understand... they're gone... and they're not coming back. She has gone back to "singing" just... all the time. It sounds like, "hel-LO?" but like over and over with some different inflections. Her eyes are bright. She's gambling around. Running. Chirping. Playing "hide and seek" with me again. (Where I hide behind something and she comes and finds me, then trills and runs in the opposite direction, I come "find" her then trot away and repeat.) Sleeping next to me at night. Coming into the bathroom with me again in the morning. Being sweet and playful and like her little goblin self. I'll cry again right now. I'll do it.

I knew she had gotten crankier, and more defensive this year... We did as much as we could do (cat caps, calming collars and plug-ins, and all sorts of different high points and hidey-holes to give space) but she never got rest with him. He would attack her when she was sleeping. There were times where I'd lay with her in the living room and she would just ZONK on me because it was safe, and in the last few months the ex lived with me those times were further in between because the library didn't feel safe for her (too many cats gathering around me) and the living room didn't feel safe for me (ex.) And just. It's like YEARS have been taken off her. Being able to sleep will do that. I can attest now that no one is intentionally waking me up or keeping me awake every night.

My baby. I am so sorry I let the last year happen. I will never ever tolerate a situation where she is so clearly unhappy ever again. Not for anything.

(And like not just her... Fiona is also clearly thrilled. She's like a bur on me when I'm in the library-- but that's pretty normal for her even this year. The cat is from the streets, and gave as good as she got. Regis was half afraid of her, like if he saw her he made a nervous unhappy noise. Mostly she hides a lot normally except when I'm in the library... But she is able to Leave the library now, which is making her so jaunty. She keeps coming out and scratching the new cat tree, and she's climbing up into the moon which only Gryf used before and I assumed would go unused without him... Nope. She was just afraid to be exposed there before. I know Cayde started doing this thing where if she left the library he would chase her. When I was in the hospital she couldn't get out and she just had to pee in a corner on a dog mat. Very fun to come home to.)

Maybe it's misandry, and yes they were lovely to me... but I return to what I've always believed... Males of any kind have no place in my home.

It just. It makes it worth it. Pip alone. Even if this decision didn't feel like the right choice for me (and god it does it does it does for such similar reasons) ... if I were still unsure and you showed me her today vs her last week... I wouldn't hesitate. My baby. I will make it up to her. The things I let happen to us.

#personal

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mad2001-4 · 1 year

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⚠️Trigger Warnings: Mentioned death of family, mention of blood and screaming, PTSD of event, argument ⚠️

Rian's sour moods were notorious around Starhawk, and was something even the rudest members attempted to tip toe around, lest they upset Stakar and Aleta's youngest biological child. Stakar even tried to be accommodating to his son's moods.

But skipping three days worth of shifts was something that the ravager admiral couldn't just let slide completely.

What made it difficult was Rian hadn't been seen anywhere, at least not long enough for Stakar to catch him. He'd be seen in the cafeteria but gone before Stakar could make it down himself, having miraculously slipped away before anyone could actually see, let alone catch where he went.

Stakar had had enough though and was currently stomping through the ship-- his own ship which only succeeded in pissing him off further-- to find his son. It seemed Rian was using all his childhood hidey-holes to his advantage, but he was running out of them. Which was either really bad for Stakar or really bad for Rian, and he'd be dammed if he was going to let it be the former situation. The admiral was climbing up the ladder to the higher decks to a spot he himself would sneak up to now and then as well, where his three oldest children's memorabilia was kept. Upon reaching the latch he pushed it up and open, eyes narrowed as he finally found Rian, tucked away on a little beanbag, cigarette between his lips, and Vic curled up next to him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing up here boy?" he growled, climbing in further finally getting a good look at Rian. Heavy and obvious bags under his eyes and hair disheveled not even bothered to be pulled back in its usual low ponytail.

Rain groaned, leaning his head back, but pulled the cigarette from his mouth and releasing the drag of smoke into the air before he spoke, "Finally found me, old man?"

"Nows not the time to be making fun of me," Stakar growled, "what are you thinking, huh!? Skipping work? The hells the matter with you??"

"Great Anthos, can I not have time to myself when you're not breathing down my neck?? I mean cmon! Is it any wonder why I prefer being on mom's month cycle!?"

"If you like it there so much then why don't you just live there then?" Stakar spat.

"Because she fucking insists I come here to see you, moron!" Rian snapped back pulling his head up to fixate a glare on Stakar, "Because I'm not exactly given a choice!"

"Fine," Stakar huffed, unable to completely fight the notion knowing the first explanation was true, Aleta herself had said that, "What's so terrible about being here then?"

Rian scoffed incredulously, "You're kidding, right? Are you that delusional? Is dementia kicking in?"

"No," Stakar stated firmly, "I want you to tell me. What's so horrible about coming to see me? Huh? I do nothing but try to help you and take care of you and all you ever do is disrespect me over and over and over and I'm about sick of it."

"Right," Rian scoffed again taking in some of the cigarette once more, "because coming to yell at me for not taking care of your ship is soooooo flarkin' helpful. 10 out of 10 stars. Perfect parenting...." Rian sarcastically stated, "You wanna know why I haven't been working?" Rian asked before Stakar had a chance to retort, "Because I haven't slept in 3 days. So please, almighty, great, all knowing father, forgive me if dealing with you and your sorry ass, bitchy crew is not my priority."

Stakar grit his teeth, "Not sleeping sounds like a you problem, Rian. When you're here, you have work and you know that."

"Yeah," Rian snorted finishing his cigarette and immediately lighting another, "my nightmares are my own problem. Cause you'd do a real shitty job in comforting me. You know that?"

"You certainly never complained about it before," Stakar snarked back.

"What, when I was like 5? In case you haven't noticed, I'm 32 now, dad."

"Because you never trust me to help!" Stakar snapped exasperated, "How can I comfort you if you don't let me? You're a grown man, Rian!"

"Why in stars name, why would I let the man who is the reason I have these fucking nightmares in the first place comfort me?? What sense does that make!? I wake up feeling ill most of the time and it's all your fault!"

"You cannot and will not pin all this on me, Rian Ogord," Stakar warned.

"Then who else am I supposed to blame?" Rian demanded.

Stakar shook his head, "You're no innocent party."

Rian stared in shock a few moments, "...No i-innocent party?" he sputtered, "Are you serious!?"

"Why didn't you come home, try to contact someone. Maybe if you had, we could've been there soon enough to save them," Stakar insisted with a nod, "trusting a stranger to help you, putting yourself in danger. Never once contacting home. I'm not the only one at fault Rian. You aren't the only one that suffered."

"No. I just suffered the most," Rian growled, cutting Stskar off before he could speak once more, "you didn't have to stand there and listen to them dying dad! You didn't hear their screams, see their blood. They were screaming for you to save them, and I get to deal with that haunting noise, not you! Every. Fucking. Night. As for why I didn't call home, I was 15-years-old! I was barely a fucking teenager, I was still a kid! A scared kid! They told me they'd kill me too!! And I believed the people who were supposed to protect and love me had sent me and my siblings to our doom!! I thought that you sent me there to die!" Rian's voice grew louder and louder the longer his rant went on, tears down burning at his eyes as his shaky breaths just threatened to become more shallow. He leaned back into the beanbag seat, trying to gain some stability as Vic hopped up to his lap, headbutting his chest to try and soothe him. Rian eased in some kind of sign of defeat, not wanting to argue much further and spur on a legitimate panic attack.

Stakar stood numbed from all the emotions swirling within him, anger and guilt, directed at everyone possible, "...I never would've sent you kids if I knew it was going to be dangerous. I had sent you because I thought it was safe.." he said, admittedly unsure if it was an attempt to defend himself or comfort Rian. It earned a weak snort from his son regardless.

"Yeah. Now I know that. But a teenage kid didn't. You blame me for trusting a stranger too... yeah. I did. It seemed like he valued me. Took care of me. Did what my parents didn't... or so it seemed," he took a long drag of his cigarette, Vic still rubbing him even after he covered his face in his free hand.

"We both wo-"

"I'm not done," Rian growled, "I followed your fucking code despite it all. Hoping if I was good enough, maybe my parents would come save me or some shit. I'd thought I'd done something to make you send me away.."

Stakar sighed softly letting the silence rein for a little bit before moving to sit next to Rian, "I'm sorry we weren't there. We were told you all had died. We were grieving. We all suffered, Rian."

Rian took his turn to sigh, getting rid of his second cigarette in the ash tray, nodding a little bit, "I know you guys did, dad," he relented.

Stakar hesitated again before gently wrapping his arm around Rian. Much to the admiral's surprise, Rian leaned gently against his father, "We'll see you soon... that was the last thing you told all of us.." the son mumbled.

Stakar casted his gaze down, "Yeah... yeah it was," he murmured, resting his chin on top of Rain's head like he used to. Silence settled a bit longer before Stakar added softly, "Get some rest, junior," he hummed, "you'll feel better after. And I won't leave your side for anything in the galaxy."

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syrinq · 1 year

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okay so. last night i had a dream about essentially escaping an alternate world because i got teleported there by a wretched animal

it all starts with a family reunion or visit for possibly something like christmas. thunder and rain's out, everyone's safe and warm inside. when the weather clears people want to go do outside activities, like kayaking and making sand angels on the beach. because we lived in an archipelago of islands like i don't know fucking hawaii

but we couldn't go outside, because i opened the door and there was a ginormous red crocodile. like at least 10 metres without the tail included. trying to shut the door barely worked because the crocodile pushed its nail in the frame

we're stuck for a few hours panicking about what to do. eventually we all team up to beat up the crocodile to death, like kitchen utensils, extremely firm brooms, etc.

after it's dead, we all go peacefully to sleep because it's been a long day or some shit. next time i wake up, i'm going through border control in order to get to some school

now i instantly recognised this as a different place, like i was meant to be there with my 2 fellow other undercover agents. i also possessed magic to make us invisible, for other illusions, etc.

so we were invisible and sneaking past the border guards just beneath window level, staying close to the wall just in case. past that, another spell is cast and we look like different kids to randomly infiltrate this one class to get some intel

i became katja with the look of katara from avatar, my fellow agent turns into an emo kid i think, and the 2nd fellow agent turns into a nerd ass twink boy. this happens during their pe class and we blend in flawlessly after jumping down from the hidey holes in the ceiling

so. after that's over, it's presentation day and we all have to shitpost about some presentation we prepped. we took on the appearance of 3 kids that were already part of the class but weren't in today, and they were also all coincidentally friends. perhaps we were looking into their disappearances fuck if i know

anyway, i gave a presentation on atla, fellow agent did on something i've long forgotten by now, and the other one did too. it goes fine. then there's lunch break and that's our moment to leave

we sneak past border control again etc. once we're past, it transitions back into my old world because some people from the prior family reunion are waiting at the gates. i tell them to act normal like they're picking us up. and that's how my fellow agents and i escape au school

#essentially: why did i go there and wtf did i learn #dreamlog #because from an outside point we didnt learn any fuckin intel

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mellowgoop · 2 years

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I think im going to start rambling on tumblr now and again, at least as long as it gets hidden by the "show full post" thing, lol...

I've been thinking a lot about heart and soul lately... in 2021, all my definitions of emotional home got fucked up and mangled pretty badly, so its fair to say my heart got broken six ways to sunday too... I was really numb, but rather than going into a hidey hole it felt more authentic to head out there and take on big challenges and see what happened next (with a note tucked in my heart, like, "come back and fix this, you are very unwell right now")

I got my ass kicked (i am still getting my ass kicked) but along the way, I was filled with determination to find some way to get my heart back. I did some pretty ridiculous stuff in order to try and get that bad boy open again. (I did entirely fucking ridiculous things to get that bad boy open.) Luckily, it didn't take long before I did start to feel warmth come back and I'm really happy to say I like how my little heart is doing now a year later (I love you, my friends!)

Now that I'm stitching myself back together, I keep wondering about what happened back then and where the determination came from. Maybe for a month or two it was purely desepration but that shit is like running your body with gasoline and I do not recommend it.

Two months of desperation is nothing compared to the entire lifetimes of desperation our fucked up little society likes to create, so there is a really strong sense of privilege in having a say in Any of this. I woke up every day stupidly deadset on not wasting my opportunities, and what clicked was being crafty as fuck.

And I think that craftiness is something authentic for me, I can get my heart to agree to pretty much anything if there is a plan behind it. I kind of got to work using what mental health and job opportunity resources I had in order to get my heart working again, to start to trust the world again and feel connected to society again. Those plans were off the shits crazy, but my body and my heart never really resisted it. Now, I'm feeling like my heart is ok with the ups and downs because my crafty soul never gave out and kept putting healing first when it could.

I guess what I mean to say is... I believe the heart is connected to the body and the warm stuff and our friends and hugging and hope and stuff. It gets the good food at the grocery store because it knows how to comfort you. The soul is, in my opinion, a little harder to pin down but it does a different job. Its like the seed for the minecraft world of your body, its the reason things fall into place the way they do for you, it doesn't get broken as much as your heart does because it lives in idealsland whereas your heart lives in meatland.

Letting my heart drive, I've made lots of friends and created lovely things and even made my own homes now and again. But, the heart is a dumb little beastie sometimes and it wants what it wants and isnt always smart about it. You can fall in love with some really dumb shit sometimes, you know that

Letting my soul drive, in hindsight, lets me pick crazy destinations a million miles away because they just *seem right* which is fun as shit. But, it doesnt always take into consideration how it will feel to get there and the stress of the journey can break your heart and your bones and your friendships and you get ulcers and... please dont get ulcers...

I think these two little creachers really need to work together... the heart on its own will just eat chips and hide in its safe spot but the soul on its own will leave you kind of like a travelling robot with no home. When you put them TOGETHER though... its like being on a roadtrip to someplace bullshit exciting, but the whole time youre with your friends and listening to your favorite songs and its miles and miles of good times.

Being in touch with either isnt a mental health privelege everyone has, which is fucking nuts. But being able to lose and regain these feelings over and over in my life so far has probably been my primary motivator to keep going, and I love them a lot...

#my thoughts #GIGA long post

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bts-hyperfixation · 4 years

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Play time - kinktober day 8

OT7 - o r gy

Smut 18+

Contains member on member and anaI

The boys hadn’t been back in the dorm five seconds before they started looking for you. You’d decided to stay in the dorm while they were away, so you still felt close to them. Yoongi had texted you as soon as they landed with an ETA and the promise of presents. Your heart fluttered at the thought of seeing your boys again, but it didn’t stop your mischievous side from immediately searching for a hiding place. You were never one to make things too easy for them.

You found a small hideaway at the back of Jungkook’s closet and pulled a box in front of the entrance to obscure you further. When you heard the door open you sent the first hint to the group chat.

Y/N: I’m hidden somewhere cosy (emoji) the first one to find me can have me all night.

JK: Anymore hints for finding you?

KTH: or do you just want us to tear the whole place apart… because I will

Y/N: See what you can find and maybe I’ll send more if I get bored

You put your phone down and listen for the boys’ whereabouts. Knowing them, they’ve probably already split up, there are no friends in competition. You hear someone enter Jungkook’s bedroom, so you squish yourself closer to the wall. You can just about make out the maknae’s profile through the small gap you’d left. He places his bag on the bed and glances around the room. For someone with so much talent, he really is terrible at treasure hunts. After he leaves, you send another hint.

Y/N: You guys have a great laundry detergent, smells so fresh

KSJ: Laundry room?

MYG: Maybe? I don’t know where there would be a hiding place in there though.

The search continued, and you sat for another 10 minutes, getting a little bored with the game.

Y/N: (Bunny emoji)

PJM: ARE YOU IN JK’S ROOM???

KNJ: HE TOLD US HE CHECKED THERE

JK: I did…

It’s not long before you hear seven pairs of footsteps heading towards the room. There is a small commotion as each of the tries to enter the room first.

“It’s my room” Jungkook whines as his hyungs push him out of the way.

“You lost your chance when you came in here the first time” Yoongi countered

“Move I should get to go first… I’m the oldest” by the sound of his voice, Jin had puffed himself up ready to take on anyone that disrespected him… of course this led to laughing from the other members. He may be the eldest, but he is by far the least threatening. You can’t help giggling at the conversation. They hear the sound and stop arguing immediately, heads snapping in the direction of the closet. You held your breath hoping they would go back to arguing, you may be getting a little bored, but you really hated to lose. No such luck. The boys made their way into the room, suddenly becoming one cohesive group again. Namjoon is the one to remove the makeshift box door you had pulled in front of your hidey hole.

Being met by his amazing dimples did help soothe the burn of making such a silly mistake and letting yourself be revealed. He offered you his hand and helped you out of the hiding spot before pulling you into the tightest hug he could manage. Soon you were smothered by all the boys, struggling to breath, but also struggling to care as you relaxed into their touch. This world tour had been their longest yet. After a short while they released you and you took in their appearances. Longer hair and tired eyes, but still very much as handsome as when they left.

“So does Namjoon get me? Technically he did find me” you tease walking your fingers up the leader’s chest. The boys around you letting out incredulous groans.

“That’s not fair, we all found you together, he just moved the box!” Jimin whined wrapping his arms around your waist, his way of protesting your advances on his hyung.

“Well then what do you suggest? Want to share?” each of the boys looked at each other in turn and nodded. They often shared you between them, after all they loved each other just as much, but it was very rare for all seven to be with you at the same time. They liked to make sure you were always comfortable. Right now though, all any of you wanted was to feel each other’s skin.

Jimin’s hands move to the hem of your shirt, playing with the fabric and exposing a slither of your stomach to the other boys. Hoseok is on his knees in front of you instantly, licking a line across your newly exposed skin. His fingers hook around your belt loops and he shuffles your jeans down your legs, just as Jimin pulls you shirt over your head. The remaining five watch you closely. Their eyes graze up your body taking in the new lingerie you’d bought for their return. The cute bralette and bikini set did wonders for you. Jimin’s hands find their way to your covered breasts, rubbing your nipples through the sheer fabric making you lean back into his chest and let out a sigh of pleasure. Hoseok, never one to be outdone, takes this opportunity to sharply bite into the flesh of your thigh.

Clearly the sight had been too much for some of the boys. Taehyung and Namjoon were together in a similarly compromising position, Tae’s sweats around his ankles as Joonie rubbed at the younger boy’s member through his boxers. You let yourself focus on the two of them. The sight has you so aroused, you can feel your core dripping already. Hoseok chooses this moment to run a finger along the middle of your panties.

“So wet already?” Hoseok taunts “Did you really miss us that much?” you fidget at the sensation and nod sheepishly, all eyes on you suddenly making you shy. Hoseok chuckles a little then goes back to running his tongue along your thighs, teasing you softly. Every time he got close to your underwear he would pull away and start a similar trail up your other leg.

“Fuck this” Jungkook’s curse is the only warning you get before you are thrown over his shoulder and carried out into the main part of his bedroom. He carefully lays you down on the mattress before climbing on top of you. His lips meet yours in a passionate kiss, months of pent up need and want manifesting in this one action. It doesn’t take long until the two of you are broken apart by a slightly disgruntled Yoongi. the older member reprimands the maknae for taking you away. You giggle as he helps JK strip and decides on his punishment. Of course, the youngest is all too eager to please, he drops to his knees mouth wide and ready to be abused. Yoongi unbuckles his pants and places his dick on Jungkook’s waiting tongue. Without hesitation Jungkook deep throats his hyung. The usually stoic rapper lets out a scandalous wail.

In the meantime, Jin has made his way to you, sitting up on the pillows. He pulls you so you are sat between his legs and signals for you to remove your panties. You oblige and throw the offending article on to the floor. His long fingers trail down your sides and find their way to your clit, he rubs the sensitive nub in lazy circles as the two of you watch Jungkook’s punishment, although from this angle it definitely looks like more of a treat. The sensation made you wriggle, causing pleasure but not enough to help you get anywhere.

“What’s wrong baby?” Jin’s lips graze your ears as he speaks. You whine a little in response hoping he would get the message. “Words babygirl… I need your words” you take a deep breath before you speak

“I need you to move faster” You had never been good at vocalising what you wanted from a lover. A fatal flaw really, it had often left you unsatisfied before you found the band. Instantly his fingers build speed. Figures of 8 drawn in your most sensitive area, the exhilaration almost proving too much for you. If that hadn’t been enough what came next certainly helped. Your eyes were scrunched closed trying to focus on the feeling Jin was giving you, when his expert fingers were joined by an equally talented tongue. You opened one eye and found Taehyung staring back up at you. His deep brown eyes filled with desire as he lapped up the juices that had been flowing freely onto the sheets below you. You’re orgasm hit quickly with the new addition. Both boys continuing until they were sure you had come back down, the stimulation almost proving too much as you whimpered. Taehyung kissed his way up your body. You expected him to finish his trail with your lips but instead he aims around you to access Jin. You’re left sandwiched between the two men as they shared the taste of you in a deep kiss.

You glance passed them to watch the show Jungkook and Yoongi were still giving. The sight calls to you and you crawl out from under Taehyung. Positioning yourself behind the elder, you take the opportunity to part his cheeks and run your tongue along his entrance. The action shocks him, forcing him to lose the control he had. Hot cum shoots down JK's unsuspecting throat. The black haired boy chokes at the unexpected sensation but does his best to swallow what he is given. Yoongi pets his head, praising him, before turning to glare at you. A sheepish grin spreads across your face as you shrug innocently at him.

Unfortunately, the domineering rapper doesn’t fall for your feigned innocence. Instead, pulling you up from your knees and grabbing your hair at the nape of your neck.

“That wasn’t nice y/n, poor Kookie could’ve gotten hurt.” His face is millimetres from yours. You can feel his lips graze against yours as he speaks

“I'm sorry” your eyes are on the ground, an effort to suppress the shit-eating grin fighting it’s way on to your face. The pale boy uses his leverage to force you back on to the bed. You find yourself lying with your head on Namjoon’s toned thigh, your mouth now in the perfect place to lick at his hardened member. You stick out your tongue and try to lick at the tantalising treat that had been placed in front of you. Just before you can wrap your mouth around it, Joon pulls it from your reach.

“I believe you’re in trouble baby... Naughty girls dont get what they want” Joon’s eyes are filled with mischievous malice. You were too busy having a staring contest with the leader to notice the punishment Yoongi was preparing for you. That is until the chilly sensation of lube makes an appearance in between your butt cheeks. Suga laughs as you jump in surprise, coating his finger in the liquid before pressing his way into your back entrance. You squeak at the intrusion and the tag-teaming rapline just laugh. Namjoon takes this opportunity to let his dick fall back within your reach and You lap at it hungrily. Just when you get used to the stretch of one finger Yoongi adds one more, prepping you, he repeats this process until he decides you've had enough foreplay. He summons Jungkook to take his places, first rubbing a generous amount of lube on his lovers cock. Jungkook lines himself up and pushes deep inside your ass. You groan around Namjoon’s dick making him quiver at the added pleasure.

Jk waits until he feels you relax to start moving, placing your legs over his shoulders to gain better access. Neither boy was able to last very long due to the pent up energy they had left over from tour. Namjoon came first, coming all over your face. There’s nothing that boy likes more than to see you wearing him. Jungkook sees his hyung's seed dripping from your chin as he opened his previously squeezed eyes. It is enough to send him over his edge. He pulls out of you and aims his cum to mix in the same place. The maknae would take any excuse he could to see you covered in multiple members cum.

Jimin took this opportunity to crawl on the bed next to you, running his tongue through the puddle on the side of your face. He hungrily lapped the remains of the cum from your face before kissing you deeply dragging you away from Namjoon in the process. The middle member let out a whine in protest until Jungkook filled the newly vacated space idly tracing patterns on Joon's stomach as they both recovered from their highs. The two were notoriously needy after their orgasms.

Jimin moved you so you were straddling him, his hard tip pressed into your opening, waiting. Waiting for you to lower yourself down into his lap properly. You take an agonizingly long time to slide down his full length, letting out a long moan as you did so. You slowly bounce yourself up and down, winding him up, wondering how long it would take for him to flip you over and take you as hard and fast as he could. The man was not known for his sexual patience.

Just as you thought, the smaller man can’t wait long before you are manoeuvred on to your hands and knees. Your met with the sight of Hobi's dick stood to full attention in front of you. Clear that the two mean to take you together you open your mouth ready and willing. The two thrust in tandem, in, out, in, out. The speed increasing gradually as both chase their orgasms. You find yourself also nearing your second finish just as a new pair of hands find their way to your clit. Taehyung appears from underneath you rubbing at your clit fiercely, to a point where it’s almost painful. Almost. Your second orgasm causes both your pussy and throat to spasm, finishing both men off in one quick motion. The seven of you are panting and sweaty, collapsed in cuddly heaps on the large bed.

“So how was tour? You ask after catching your breath

Kinktober

Masterlist

Please let me know what you think or if you have any requests for the last 6 fics here

#bts imagines #BTS smut #namjoon smut #hoseok smut #jim smut #jimin smut #taehyung smut #jungkook smut #ot7 polygamous #kinktober #yoongi smut #100 #200 #300

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twixxtor · 4 years

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I'm so bad at soft asks so sorry if this sucks haha. But how about Chaeyoung sneaking off when they have free time without telling anyone, and the other girls going into a panic and calling everyone they know until Chaeyoung comes home at midnight after spending the day chilling and smoking weed in a quiet, discreet hidey hole of hers

don’t worry this is great☺️

tw drugs

chaeyoung’s so hyped about their days off that she just bolts out of the dorm as soon as possible. not that she doesn’t want to be with her members but she just needs her space to chill and roll a few joints.

so she goes missing for five hours, that’s normal from her since she often loses herself in antique shops. it doesn’t worry anyone, but then it’s been ten hours and jihyo starts to worry that something happened to her.

they try calling chaeyoung at least fifteen times within an hour but she doesn’t pick up, which only worries them even more.

they call yeri, hoping maybe she��s sleeping over there but nope. they try calling her brother, thinking that maybe he would know something but even he doesn’t know.

”where the hell is she? it’s past midnight, what if something bad happened? i don’t want to call her parents and worry them,” jihyo huffs, in annoyance and worry, crossing her arms as momo pats her back.

”maybe she just needs some space? you know how she is, she likes to disappear,” momo says calmly, pulling jihyo into her arms to try and calm her.

jihyo frowns, ”yeah, for a couple hours. not over...” she looks at the clock, ”fifteen hours.”

momo stays quiet, stroking her thumb over jihyo’s knuckles.

then there’s rustling from the front door, keys turning in the lock and chaeyoung walking in.

jihyo’s up before momo can stop her, storming to the youngest girl with anger in her steps.

”where were you? why didn’t you answer our calls? why did you not tell anyone where you were going? do you know how worried we were, chaeyoung?!” the leader jumps out in her, not noticing the startled expression on chaeyoung’s face, or the other girls walking in because of all the noise.

sana steps in, pulling jihyo away from chaeyoung because she’s almost pressing her against the door with how close she is.

”jihyo calm down, okay? she’s here and she’s safe. and she probably has a good reason, right chaeyoungie?” sana turns to the younger girl.

to her defence she’s still a little high from the weed, brain not processing everything nearly as fast as it should. so she ends up staring at them with a blank expression for a few seconds, mouth opening and closing.

”chaeyoung, did something happen?” jihyo’s anger quickly fades to worry again, pulling the younger girl to the couch to sit her down and take her hand. all the others follow them, quietly sitting down to listen.

”i... i think i forgot my phone here. and i’m sorry i worried all of you, i didn’t mean to do that,” she mumbles.

momo moves to hug her while jihyo squeezes her hand gently.

”it’s okay now, chaeng. but we still would like to know where you were,” nayeon speaks, for the first time since chaeyoung came back.

chaeyoung seems to think about something before nodding her head. ”i have a small studio. i use it to get away when i need it and i just- i was so happy to leave this morning that i totally forgot to take anything with me and then i got high and-” jihyo interrupts her. ”you got high? are you serious chaengie? we were worried sick about you while you were smoking pot in your little hideaway,” she laughs.

”i- yeah.. pretty much,” chaeyoung mutters. and then there’s a few giggles coming from the others, not even surprised that their little cub would do something like that.

jihyo sighs, holds back another laugh when she tries to scold her.

”okay. next time you better tell someone, so we won’t almost call the police,” and chaeyoung’s never nodded so fast, groaning when nayeon smacks her upside her head when she walks past her.

#ask #anon #twice #chaeyoung #jihyo #momo #sana #nayeon #fluffy #sfw

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askcatvirgil · 7 years

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What would happen if Cat Virgil got lost? I know they're in the mind-scape so maybe Roman accidentally leaves his bedroom door open and Virgil wanders in and gets lost in Roman's world of imagination and creativity. The others get so worried about him and Virgil is completely freaked out. Sorry about the really long idea, but I'm just pondering story possibilities....

Ah, a very real possibility, as cats wander away from home frequently!

I’m going to answer that, but first, I’m going to use your ask as an opportunity to talk about--

What To Do If Your Kitty Runs Away

A lot of these tips are lifted directly from Pet FBI. I’m just distilling them into a list and adding a few of my own suggestions from experience. :)

First and foremost: most kitties don’t go too far from home!!! This is the number 1 thing to remember. Cats have a great sense of direction and an even better sense of smell. They know where home is.

If this is the first time they have gone out, they are probably scared and hiding. You can check around your home in nooks, crannies, hidey holes, etc--under bushes, in your house’s crawlspace (if you live in a house),

But remember: cats are VERY good at hiding. You are far more likely to have success luring your cat back than you are finding him on your own. Here are some tips to do that:

- Leave something that smells familiar to the kitty outside, like a pillow they slept on or even a scoop of used litter. I know that sounds kinda gross but cats tend to return to familiar smells.

- Leave out some food. The stinkier the better. Tuna, anchovies, sardines, etc. Heat it up for an even stinkier enticement!

- If you have a garage door, leave it cracked open far enough to let kitty slip in.

- LISTEN. Cats meow and scratch at doors but they tend to be most active at night. Make sure you’re paying attention! Pet FBI recommends you sleep near the door or even use baby monitors to alert yourself to your kitty’s return.

- Sit outside and talk. Don’t call for your kitty or cry or plea, but sit outside and talk on the phone or with a friend in your normal speaking voices. Cats respond well to that.

If your kitty doesn’t return, make sure you check the ‘found’ sections of your local message boards. You can call shelters as well. Alert neighbors to keep an eye out, or make ‘lost’ posters. If kitty hasn’t returned on his own after a few days, there’s a good chance they’ve gotten stuck somewhere, so remember to look UP, too--trees, rooftops, etc. Cats are much better at getting UP than they are at getting DOWN.

Cats can get stuck in other people’s garages and sheds, too. Take a walk around your neighborhood and chat on the phone, pausing to listen now and then. If kitty is stuck nearby and hears your voice, he may start mewing to get your attention.

The big thing is don’t panic, and don’t give up! Cats are very independent creatures, and even animals who have been raised indoors have very good instincts for survival. I’ve had cats missing for months who returned one day, pert as you please, like ‘oh yeah mom no big deal, just back from my world tour.’ Keep these strategies in mind, and remember, the sooner the better. Enticing a cat back early is always the most successful method!

Now, for those of you who read this far, a quick little headcanon:

CatVirgil gets into Princey’s realm when Roman accidentally leaves his door open. Roman runs in after him but Virgil quickly disappears because Roman’s realm is huge and expansive, with forests and meadows and castles and just about anything else you can imagine.

Roman admits what has happened to the others, and the three of them venture into Roman’s realm to find him. They spend days searching, calling for Virgil, following clues and whatnot. Then one night, they’re sitting around the campfire just talking, and Roman breaks down and starts to cry because he feels so guilty and afraid for Virgil. What if Virgil is hurt? He’s got to be so scared, out there by himself. If anything happens to him--

Just then, the others gasp, but Roman doesn’t notice, because he’s too busy berating himself between his tears. But he does notice when he feels a tiny bump against his elbow. He jerks up and looks down and there’s Virgil, staring up at him, eyes wide and concerned. Roman immediately picks him up and hugs him, crying and laughing because Don’t you scare me like that again, Virgil! and I’m so glad you’re okay!!!

And Virgil curls in against him and purrs like “yeah no big deal, but i knew you loved me.”

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panda-noosh · 7 years

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Hey, hi, okay okay so. Just a thought. What about H/C where the Paladin's S/O tries to deny them (physical) 'affection' for a week- maybe as a training experiment?? I'm not 100% sure if that makes sense... Stay well, babe !!

This was fun. I hada fun time writing this.

Shiro:

-Itwas testing time for the Paladins. Shiro's favourite time of theyear, because it was his time to ~shine.~ He would finally get toshow off how good he had been doing with his training...

-Only this time, the test wasn't on strength of the physical kind. Thetest was on willpower.

-As suggestions were passed around with how Shiro was going to betested, Lance jokingly suggested that Shiro's task was to not kiss ortouch you in any way shape or form for the next week.

-Of course, Shiro accepted the task without a second thought. Hedidn't think it would be difficult – he wasn't the affectionatetype, anyway.

Butthe other Paladins – the little shits – made the task extremelydifficult. Suddenly, you were dolled up and dressed nicely and thePaladins had done your hair and made you look incredible.Fora week, you walked around looking like somebody Shiro could quitesimply devour.

Onlyhe wasn't allowed to.

-He played it off cool, pretending he couldn't see you batting yourlong lashes at him from across the table, pretending that he couldn'tsee Slav shamelessly flirting with you in the kitchen, pretendingthat he wasn't totally and completely frustrated with everything.

-His mood would just become snappy. Like, not dominant snappy. Justgenuinely snappy. You would look at him the wrong way and he'd justtell you to fuck off.

-It's safe to say that our strong leader didn't make it through theentire week.

Keith:

-Easy. What an easytest. I'll pass this for sure.

-AYERIGHT LAD.

-Like Shiro, this boy just thinks he'll pass by so easily. He's not anaffectionate guy either, though he enjoys cuddles. So whenever it wasannounced that the two of you weren't even allowed to cuddle,itwas a bit of a slap in the face for the both of you.

-You would be looking incredible, as per usual, and Keith wouldn'thave such a hard time not kissing you. He only ever kissed you whenyou two were alone anyway, because PDA wasn't how he rolled.

-But then the nights came, and the nights were the worst for him. Hejust wouldn't sleep. You weren't next to him. There was nothing towrap his arms around and he hated it.

-He would try and hug his quilt, pretending it was you but it wasn'tthe same. Your scent was gone. Your hair in his face was gone. Thatannoying curve in your legs that you would do wasn't frustrating himto sleep and he couldn't handle it.

-So he just didn't sleep.

-Like, it genuinely gets to about three days and the other Paladinshave to cut the test short, because Keith refuses to lose. They haveto pass him early because they're afraid he'll die of exhaustion.

Lance:

-Oh,he wouldn't even accept the test willingly.

-They'd all still make him do it, though, and Lance being Lance, hewould find it hard to turn down a challenge.

-Of course, he'd say no at first, saying it was stupid and using anyexcuse in the book to get out of it, but whenever Keith started totalk about him being a 'whipped boyfriend' for not doing it, Lancejust couldn't say no.

-So the tasks started and he hated every moment of you. He'd try tolowkey flirt with you from across the living quarters, but itwouldn't work. You'd just look away, leaving him frustrated.

-He'd see you talking to Keith looking fine as all hell, and Lancewould have to walk away. He's seriously angry. Our cute little boy isangry.

-Ifeel like he'd be upset, as well. To the point of tears kind ofupset.

-He'd end up failing the test because he ends up shoving you against awall and just kissing you in front of everyone.

-No regrets from him, though.

Hunk:

-He'dbe so embarrassed that this task was even suggested.

-Hisfirst thought wouldn't even be how difficult it would be – hisfirst thought is Whydon't they think I can pass this? I'm not that touchy with them, amI?

-Andthat would be his anxiety for the entire weak – his inspiration tokeep going.

-One of the few Paladins who actually pass the test, because he's tooembarrassed to fail it. He'd been doing bad in training any way, sothis was his chance to redeem himself.

-That's not to say he wouldn't find it difficult.

-SHY SMILES ACROSS THE ROOM BECAUSE HE WANTS NOTHING MORE THAN TO KISSYOU AND HOLD YOU WHEN YOU'RE SITTING BY YOURSELF BUT HE KNOWS HE'SNOT ALLOWED SO HE'S JUST SMILING AT YOU TO LET YOU KNOW HE STILLLOVES YOU DHKNJCKSORJC.

- I always lose my shit with Hunk's headcanons. He's so aesthetic.

- At the end of the task, he'd hug you and tell you how much he lovesyou on a loop.

Pidge:

-She'sprobably passed it before it's even begun.

-Honestly, a walk in the fucking park for her. I think she's actuallyrelieved that this was passed to her, because it gives her an excuseto lock herself in her room all day and work on other things.

-“I made my job easier. If I don't see them, I won't want to kissthem. Now close the door.”

-Would miss you, though. A lot.

-Would only actually leaveherroom to make sure you weren't upset at the separation. When confirmedthat you were alright, she would go back into her hidey hole and getback to work.

-Massive smiles when the task is finally done.

-Opening her arms wide and letting you run into them after a week ofnot being able to touch each other.

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spotty-lion · 7 years

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Drabble challenge: 4. "I'm too sober for this"

This one was a lot of fun.

Tagging @stormiesquall and @sso-zelda-dusknight because I used their characters.

Jack didn’t often get too worried about Zelda, she was usually at his side anyway, but when he hadn’t recieved any texts or calls from her for at least a day, he felt the usual grip of anxiety broiling in his stomach that only ever occured when he was faced with an unknown situation or a crowd of people. He began to ring and text her mobile every few minutes, until, after an hour, he texted Louisa instead.

Jack: Hey, you haven’t seen Z anywhere around, have you?Louisa: Last I saw her was when I took her off to the Sunset Islands after Justin’s arrestJack: Shit…Louisa: ???Jack: This must be to do with that… I haven’t seen her since that dayLouisa: I’ll keep a lookout, but try her favourite places maybe?Jack: Will do, thanks Louisa

The last time Z had gone awol was when Justin had first been kidnapped, all those years ago. He tapped Dale in the sides and they charged over to the little hidey-hole that Jack had finally found Z in when it had happened.

‘Z!’ Jack called, leaning down to look behind the same rock that she had been behind before, 'Z, come on, where the fuck are you?’

She was not where Jack had thought she would be.

He checked her house and her stable, asked her horses whether they knew where she had gone, but they didn’t respond to him. 'This is my fault, isn’t it? I shouldn’t have been such a dick about Justin… bollocks!’ he growled to himself. Z’s horses just looked back at him with their judging eyes. But before Jack could go on beating himself up any further, he pulled himself together and thought about Z and how she was feeling. She’d be in a much worse mood than Jack, and now was not the time to be feeling sorry for himself.

He walked out of Z’s stable and stood by Dale’s shoulder, scratching the Lipizzaner’s neck absent-mindedly. 'What do you think I should do, boy?’ he asked.

'Perhaps Z has decided to take more traditional methods in feeling better,’ the horse replied.

'I don’t understand,’ Jack said.

'What’s that expression that you say a lot? When you’re feeling down?’ Dale clarified, 'the one about “drowning sorrows”?’

'You think that Z, who doesn’t drink, has holed herself away and is now chugging alcohol?’ he snorted.

'I’m a horse, I don’t know how you humans work.’

Jack sighed. 'I guess… it’s worth a shot,’ he said as he swung up onto Dale’s back, 'I guess when someone is upset, they tend to do the things that you least expect them to.’

There was only one pub in all of Jorvik, and, as you would expect of this drab and peaceful little island, it was never very full. It was located in Jarlaheim in the back street where a heavy muddy fog sheltered the air. Jack left Dale in the paddock that was near one of the places where the GED worked; he was in good standing with the offices of GED and was confident that Dale wouldn’t be harmed. Now, he stood outside of The Nag’s Head and took it upon himself to peer in through the grubby window, trying to spot his friend so that he wouldn’t be going in and out without doing anything.

Unfortunately, the window was not an ally to him, and didn’t provide any visual information. Guess he’d have to go in.

Once inside, the scent of alcohol and snacks gently bumped into him. The pub was fuller than he had expected, but he wouldn’t use the word “packed”. It occured to him that he hadn’t seen Phantom anywhere at all, nor any of Z’s various horses. He tried to think back to when he was in Z’s stable and if anyone had been missing.

But then he saw a distinctive Western hat discarded on the bar, next to a hunched figure.

Jack approached and tapped the punter on the shoulder. They looked up and he smiled awkwardly.

'Hey, Z,’ he said, taking a seat next to her.

'What’re you doin’ here?’ Z said, slumping back onto the bar. She was clearly very drunk.

'I’m taking you home,’ he said, 'come on.’ And without another word, he jumped up from the seat and hauled his friend to her feet.

'No!’ she cried, 'I’m not going anywhere with you!’

Jack sighed and just tugged Z out of the pub and into some fresh air. He didn’t stop walking until they were on the road into Jarlaheim and going in the direction of the paddock where Dale was grazing.

'Let me go!’ Z shouted. Jack was thankful that no one was around to come to any wrong conclusions.

'Z, I’m not going to talk to you until we get some coffee in you,’ Jack said, 'you need to sober up before I can hold a coherent conversation with you.’

They now stood by Dale, who sighed. 'I haven’t seen any of her horses anywhere,’ he said, 'we’d best take her back to Moorland.’

'We’ll go to Ydris,’ Jack said, 'he’ll probably have some sort of potion or other that’ll sober her up.’

'I’m too sober for this!’ Z shouted, as Jack shoved her onto Dale’s back.Jack decided to ignore his friend and swung up onto his horse in front of her.

They travelled all the way back to Ydris’ highland at a walk, and he had to smile when Z slumped against his back with her chin on his shoulder and started to snore.

He found out later on that Z was upset because of Justin’s imprisonment, as he had known (he would have been very surprised had she told him it was something different), and that she just wanted to forget about it for a little while. She also told Jack the next day that she didn’t recommend getting drunk at ten in the morning. They found Phantom later on by the Silversong River, looking as though he too was drowning his sorrows, though he wasn’t in any sort of state like his owner.

#sso #myfics #my fic

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The Pale Horror

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Ms. Hohlstein

Creative Writing

6 November 2017

You never think about this kind of stuff. Not the hundreds of thousands of bodies lined up in the cargo hold, not the families waiting to see them, nor the morticians, greedily rubbing their hands at the sheer volume of demand soon to follow. What Abby never thought about, sleeping soundly in a cryopod with the rest of the crew of the Aramanthe, was the possibility that something was never right in space. Perhaps it was a rogue asteroid that had found its way into the hull and through a score of war casualties. Perhaps it was the ship's automatic response system, SKyLaR, waking them up barely six years after they had left drydock at Konštrukta M-14-A/112, the station in low orbit around planet F-2-A5-R.

She felt too lucid to be home. Too...sound of mind. It was yet to feel like her dreams had eaten themselves more than thrice, as was common with the Safe Stasis models onboard. With an annoyed groan, Abby sat up, swung her legs wide, and stood to see the white, sterile walls of the Stasis room.

Who was she? She wondered to herself; wakeup had a habit of clouding memory for the hour after it occurred. I am Carmin Abigail; Abby for short.

Why was she standing naked in a white room surrounded by people more than likely wondering the same thing? She again asked herself. The answers were simple: She was a technician for a cargo ship taking bodies recovered from the Camin insurgence on F-2-A5-R, and she was naked because the continued exposure to the sensation of clothing often led people in stasis to wake up thinking they were a shirt and their shirt, them.

She looked left, she looked right. Stella and Claus, respectively.

"Stella? Stella?" she asked the woman to her left. There she sat, clutching her head in her hands in an expression of pain.

"Stella… I'm… I'm Stella." she managed out in response before wrenching clear fluid onto the grated metal floor.

"Oh my god!" Abby exclaimed, running over and clutching her dear friend. Was she dear? How long had she - it didn't matter; something was wrong and Abby was the only person who seemed to care. Still with an arm around Stella, Abby took off jogging towards the nearest door. She needed to get blood flowing so she could remember where the infirmary was, and that was the fastest way. A crop of white robes, hanging from hooks nearest one exit, that was where she ran first; one for her, one for Stella, before running off down a gunmetal hall. The hiss of pressure regulators, the echo of feet slapping on the ground, noises so familiar as she ran she let her mind wander.

Stella was...26. Abby thought to herself. She was coming back to herself. To her right, still in her arm, Stella looked on the brink of tears as she slipped on her Robe. Abby followed suit shortly after. Why was she crying? Abby wondered to herself; now wasn't the time to ask, as she had in the days before their mission began and knew the answer was in some crevice of her mind. The way to the infirmary snapped itself into her thoughts; left, right, straight, right, left, first door.

"It's gonna be alright, okay?" she said, helping Stella to sit down on the examination table.

"Okay...Okaaaay…" Stella wheezed out, passing out and falling to her side on the table.

"Condition." inquired the onboard computer SKyLaR, possessing the spider-like machine that hovered over the table.

"Unknown," Abby responded, arranging Stella onto the table so that everything was on the table. "Perform exploratory testing procedures please."

"Understood." the machine responded, whirring to life above Stella's face.

A thin line and a wavering frequency of sound burst from one of its spidery legs, sweeping over Stella's body. It was looking for deformities, sicknesses, something wrong, but after a minute, stops.

"No abnormalities detected. Recommending DeepScan of Brain tissue." the A.I. reported. Abby knew the process; the same kind that would detect cancer in the brain and mental instabilities, but only with sufficient time. 6 hours, to be precise, given that this was one of the earlier models to employ such technology.

"Acknowledged," Abby responded. They were still a lifetime from Home; everyone could wait.

"Initiating scan." the machine confirmed. "You are dismissed for the process."

"Dismissed?" Abby asked.

"You are required in the briefing room; medical assistance deemed secondary directive for Crewman: Abigail."

Nodding, confused as she might be, Abby took slow, turning steps for the door before a hasty march to the room not far to her right.

There everyone was, sitting in rolling chairs while Claus, their acting leader at the time, stood in front with a dry-erase marker and a large wall-mounted whiteboard. Abby took a seat nearest the back, a seat separating her from two of her more 'immature' colleagues.

"What we have here," started Claus, "Is a ruptured bulkhead in the cargo deck. Somewhere in the region of E-7 to F-8 and the blocks they encompass. So, we are - yes, Tracy" Tracy, one of their technical workers, raised her hand almost like a schoolgirl.

"Yes, sir. Do we have any idea what triggered the alarms?" she asked, standing.

"At this moment we are fairly confident it to be an asteroid that penetrated the outer hold and dented the inner casemate, causing distortion to the inner structure of the cargo hold."

"And our plan of repair?"

"Yes, yes." Claus continued. He motioned for her to sit down whilst turning back to the whiteboard. "The plan at this moment is, given the wide area necessary to search, is for everyone present here to fan out in search of the rupture. By the way - where is Stella?"

"She's...in the infirmary," Abby spoke up, thinking of her laying half dead in that cold, white room. "She was experiencing unusual cryo-sickness and I thought it'd be a good idea to take her down there."

"Good to know. Okay!" he clicked the cap back onto the marker and looked out onto the crowd of five.

"We're down a member. That means double duty for someone-IVAN!" he called out. Ivan, sitting next to Adam and swapping dirty jokes, looked up sharply.

"What?" he looked like a lost dog.

"All who vote Ivan take Stella's route say aye."

A chorus of 'ayes' came out. With a betrayed, angry glare in his eyes, Ivan shook his head and, somehow, simultaneously glared at everyone in the room.

Claus, uncapping the marker, laid out the routes he wanted from everyone in the room, calling out again for Ivan who was, naturally, talking again with Adam. in less than 10 minutes, they were getting dressed in actual clothes, and within 20 they were out in the hold.

Caskets, quickly put together, lay stacked neatly on every shelf within sight with shelves extending almost farther than the eyes could see. most had nametags, some didn't. It was an older cargo train they took out to the cargo block, creaking and rattling with every grain-of-sand-sized piece of debris in the tracks.

Abby, sitting next to the Innocent Tracy, and Connor, couldn't help but feel self-conscious as she felt Ivan and Adam staring down the crack of her pants. She had to remember to sit in the back next time. She was almost lonely; besides her, the short-fused Connor sat with Tracy's hand in a loving grip. He barely moved, she leaned on his shoulder.

Abby could never stand it, the violent outbursts Connor was prone to in aggrivating situations. Yet their love for one another was clear; not once had he done Tracy harm as much as he had done to everything and everyone around him.

Behind her, Ivan cracked the can on what she presumed to be beer, snuck in from god knows what little hidey-hole he'd kept.

"Bus is leavin', folks," Claus stated, pulling the tram to a stop. With the clang of steel-tipped boots, the six of them piled out and onto wherever they were ordained to go.

Nothing. There was nothing. After close to half an hour circling her path, covering every piece of ground she could, all she saw were caskets, caskets, and more caskets. No dents, nothing particularly interesting, just-

"I think I found it!" came the radio on her belt. It was from Adam, the raunchy bastard who'd tried putting cameras in the vessel's showers an embarrassing number of times. "E-8, subsection F-130. 'Looks like the entire column exploded from the bottom up. There are bodies everywhere and I mean EVERYWHERE."

"You heard the man. Connor, Tracy, E-8 F-130 with your tools." came Claus' voice from the radio.

"Over and out." in unison, Tracy and Connor responded, accompanied by the echoing sound of metal boots.

"Does that mean I get t- WHAT THE F-" Adam, far to her right, was screaming for help, sounding almost like he'd been set on fire.

Within a minute, everyone present had converged on Adam's location. Abby had out a pocket flashlight and was crouching to Adam, laying on the ground and gasping.

"Adam, Adam!" she shouted. His eyes darted about like he didn't know his own name. With her flashlight, Abby checked his eyes. They dilated, they followed, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

"This doesn't change what need be done," Claus stated. "Abby, take him to the infirmary. Connor, Tracy, you still gotta fix… this." he motioned for the twisted, creaking cargo tower. "And Ivan-" he was standing there, a string of three beer cans hung by their pop tabs around his waist and another already in his hands. "Just….go back to the lobby. We'll talk later." With Adam in arms, Abby, Claus, and Ivan found themselves heading back to the tram, not yet out of earshot of Connor's rage.

"Oh yeah. Everything's fine. It's not like we're already DOWN TWO PEOPLE with a giant dent in this tin can!"

"Please, Conny. Calm down." Tracy, in a soothing voice, said.

"No! This is bullshit! Fuckin' Jackass fakes a fall and he gets to run off with half the team and WHERE ARE WE? ALONE, SURROUNDED BY DEAD PEOPLE." The group of four boarded the tram and got away as fast as possible. Behind them, the sound of rivet guns going off resounded.

"Stella!" Abby called in glee. There she sat, still wrapped in a wake-up robe and weakly waving to her. "What happened?"

"There was a bit of SNAFU with last preparations I guess," Stella answered. "The cromaStasis fluid they put in me was apparently contaminated with….Mercury, was it?"

"Affirmative," SKyLaR affirmed. "2.1 parts-per-million mercury contamination within intravenous Cryostasis preparation induced a form of seizure in the cerebellum, decreasing the already slowed rate at which oxygenated blood flowed through the body among other deformities."

"I'm lucky I woke up when I did." Stella continued. "Another 16 years of that and I….Probably wouldn't have woken up. Hey, what's up with Adam?"

"Oh, dipshit two faked a fall in cargo and Claus had me take him here," Abby Answered, shaking Adam playfully in her arms. He was still gasping, a listless look in his eyes."

"Listen." Stella started, standing up from the examination table and walking towards the pair, standing by the door as they were. "I've caused you a lot of trouble today and it's the least I can do."

"Are you sure?" Abby asked.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm feeling a lot better. Just go on to the lounge. You deserve it."

With a smooth motion, the two girls swapped Ivan off, Stella quickly carrying him to the examination table while Abby smiled back.

"Hey, Stella?" Abby called out.

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad you're okay."

And with that, Abby was out the door and walking into the lounge.

Crew compartments weren't necessarily that small, but weren't designed for extended use; as in, it was believed that the crew would be in cryo for the majority of the time aboard. For all intents and purposes, there were two hallways for the main deck and a veritable maze for engine functions far back in the ship. The lounge the farthest from the Lobby where Abby heard Claus and Ivan mid-argument. Abby was quick in the door and onto the nearest pinball machine.

It was an hour later. She was onto a random shooting game. The lights were dimming, ever so slowly, to indicate as the relative time at, "home," to be about 10:30 PM.

A Scream. Stella's.

From the Infirmary.

A wet, ripping sound, not dissimilar to the sound of a knife through a booklet of wet paper.

Abby lept from the console and out the door, running down the hall and around a corner to come face to face with

An open door, clawed open, bent metal and streaks of blood abound. She raced inside, praying that Stella - SOMEONE was alive.

She wasn't. She was in the room, though; all over the walls and floor, a strange covering of hair and blood over the report screen on the examination table. Were it not for the bright red, flashing anomaly sign, she never would have moved it all away.

Adam's outline, displayed against the blue screen, something coiled, something wrong.

It was thin, but noticeable against the X-ray before flashing to what she presumed to be an MRI scan.

Abby nearly vomited, the sight of his chest melting on the screen to show not organs, but a long, tendril-covered form, a long and bony tail trailing from it's spurred body and terminating in a set of claws and long, jagged beak. Throughout Adam's body lay tendrils, spread like nerves through his arms, his legs, his mind,

His heart.

"SKYLAR!" she called out, adrenaline pulsing through her body with every heaving breath. "SKYLAAR!"

"Abby. Please remain calm." it started, the spider-like scanner peaked on the examination table to reveal it's single blue 'eye.' "Stella is gone and there is very little to be done."

"SKyLaR, please. What happened? What was inside Adam?"

"Scanner report: Unknown Parasite present within Crewman Adam. Kingdom: animal. Phylum: unknown. Class: unknown. Order: unknown. Family: unknown. Genus: unknown. Species: unknown. Diagnoses: Due to present procedures, it was judged that no action was necessary due to evidence that no physiological changes in the negative spectrum were detected. Conclusion: observe closely for as long as possible, gather biological data, perform an autopsy upon status: Deceased."

"So you left it in him!?" Abby screamed. "Are you kidding-"

The sound of screaming from the Lobby, but without the wet, tearing sound. Abby found herself bolting away, down the hall and around the corner in the hope against hope that Stella was alive, somewhere.

"IVAN!" She screamed, stumbling into the lounge to see Ivan huddled in the corner, a fire ax clutched in hand, beer spilled on the floor and still dripping from an unfinished can.

"What the hell was that?" Ivan asked. In a moment, Abby realized what was wrong with the picture.

"Ivan, Where's Clause?"

"Whatever that thing was, it got Claus," he replied, standing up, hefting the ax onto one shoulder mid step towards Abby.

"Well then where the hell did it go?"

"Crew quarters. Must be looking for more people."

"And why'd it leave you alone?"

"This thing," he replied pompously, hefting the ax back into two hands. "I did a nasty number on that thing. It's weak now; I bet if we can catch it, we can kill it."

With a shaky nod, Abby turned and walked for the hall to Crew Quarters, Ivan in hot pursuit.

"You got a key, right?" Ivan asked, padding the area around his thigh with a sheepish grin. Abby unclipped the magnetic card from her belt and, squatting in front of the door, slid it in. it was a process that took roughly 7 seconds for full affirmation, almost 7 seconds too late.

From behind Abby came the sound of bones breaking, of pain and of torment in it's purest form. She turned around to see Ivan, split across the stomach with his head and arms hanging limp behind. From within his popped chest cavity came a white form, pale like a corpse and bony like a starving child. Its jagged beak had ripped through the remainder of Ivan's chest, tearing tendrils from his chest with a grotesque sccchpop sound. In hunger, it stretched claws and tendrils to its next host, Abby, huddled against the door and unable to make a sound. It was silent but for the wet, organic sounds of it tearing itself away, the almost clinical silence of a hospital full of those with incurable diseases. Abby shuddered, closing her eyes to the nightmare in front of her; maybe it would dull the pain, not to know when it would strike

The door opened to a spray of rivets, her salvation, puncturing and staying within the thing before it broke itself into Ivan's broken body and leaped through the ceiling's grating, scurrying off to god knows where.

She turned around, the glow of fluorescent lights casting an angelic glow onto Claus' vindictive form, heavy rivet gun braced in both hands.

"Oh god, CLAUS!" Abby cried in glee, leaping up and pulling him into a thankful embrace.

"Oh god, Abby," Claus responded, returning the embrace. "What was that thing?"

"Hell if I know," she responded, pulling away and looking into his teary eyes with her own tearful eyes. "It killed Stella, it's killed Adam, and it took Ivan. that's three crew we're down."

"We need to regroup." was Claus' answer. "If we're all in one place, it'll have a hard time singling the rest of us out." he relayed the order through the ship's speakers for everyone to regroup in the lobby due to an uncontained biological hazard.

Tracy and Connor came running into the lobby, Tracy noticeably lagging behind, roughly ten minutes of tense waiting later.

"Where were you guys?" Abby asked harshly.

"I was in the bathroom. Sorry." Tracy answered, a slight blush on her face.

"And what, you didn't go in with her?" Abby screamed at Connor.

"Why the hell would I want to?!" Connor shouted back, matching Abby's anger.

"Because we're dealing with an unknown parasitic hazard and it's already killed three of this crew!" Claus shot in. "we need to stick together."

"What we NEED to do is find this thing and Burn it Alive!" Connor said. He was growing red in the face, neck pounding with produced veins.

During the chaos of the boys' continuing argument, Abby moved her way to Tracy, hiding behind her hair near the door.

"Hey." was Abby's opener.

"Hey," Tracy responded. "What happened? Have you been crying?"

"It….it got Stella," Abby responded at the thought of her dead friend. "She's just…. Gone."

"It's gonna be alright, okay?" Tracy offered, pulling Abby into an embrace. "We're gonna kill this thing and that'll be the end of it. Okay?"

"….Okay." Abby agreed, sniffling.

That was when Tracy started hacking.

A deep, wet cough mixed with the sound of choking, the sound of her inability to breathe and need to vomit at the same time.

Claus and Connor stopped their argument and turned around, Tracy doubled over and clutching her stomach as a slurry of impacted rivets, hair, and fabric strips came gushing out of her mouth.

There was a moment of silence as what just happened slowly set in.

Connor looked at Claus, then back to Tracy, then repeated the cycle as he said "Rivets, Huh? Bunch'a rivets in its chest?"

"Y-yeah." Claus answered backing away. Abby followed suit, skirting the edge of the room to hide behind Claus. There sat Tracy at the far end of the room, shaking, weeping

"Is that you, Tracy?" Claus asked, crouching and picking up a rivet from the pile.

"IS THAT YOU?!" he shoved the rivet in her face

"DON'T LIE TO ME YOU FUCKING-" he said, slapping her across the face. Claus, in unison with Abby, gasped, not just from the display of uncharacteristic violence, but the sight of Tracy's face splitting apart to reveal a slew of tendrils headed by a jagged beak. It wrapped itself around Connor's hand, the beak biting in and leaving a large chunk missing from his hand. That was when Connor started screaming, that was when Claus and Abby started running. Their directions were separate, but both went the way to the engine's maze. Trying to escape the echo of the screaming, trying to escape the sight of Tracy devouring her lover.

The screaming stopped.

Abby was alone, surrounded by brass pipes and industrial lighting.

"Claus?" she called out after a minute. She had no idea where he was, nor where she really was in this mess of access tunnels. "CLAUS?!"

"Abby!" came his echoing voice, ever so quietly.

"CLAUS!" She called back, walking towards the voice. In a matter of minutes, they had met in the maze of brass pipes.

But something was wrong.

That thing was still out there.

Claus had been alone.

Abby had trusted Tracy, just as she had trusted Ivan. she wasn't going to be fooled again.

"You….YOU MONSTER!"

"Abby! ABBY!" Claus called back. He was backing up at the sight of Abby taking a brass pipe from the wall, the scalding hot steam mattering not to her as she tore it from the wall.

"YOU KILLED STELLA!" Abby scream, swinging and missing Claus. He was backing up, all to aware of the dead end behind him

"YOU KILLED TRACY!" she swung again, this time hitting the side of his face. Claus was on the ground, clutching the side of his face where the pipe had struck and broken the majority of his left molars.

"YOU KILLED CLAUS!" Abby shouted in fury, savagely swinging down on Claus' stolen body. Every swing reduces his movement until, finally, he was not but a sobbing heap on the ground.

"JUST DIE DIE DIE!" she said in final, stabbing the hollow brass tube through the center of his chest in hopes of killing the parasite within.

But there was no scream.

There was no monster.

Claus was human, but Abby was the monster.

There sat Abby, sobbing, over her dear friend's corpse.

There collapsed Abby, passing out on top of his corpse.

"Preparatory serum injection successful." SKyLaR reported. Abby had awakened 10 minutes earlier to the sight of her greatest sin. Whatever it was, it didn't want her. It wanted to torture her. To tear her apart.

"SKyLaR, please prepare the examination table as a cryostasis chamber. I'm….I'm not gonna be able to sleep next to empty pods.

"Affirmative." Abby stood up and backed away from the table, watching metal casings slide out from the floor and meet with the table in a satisfying click. A triad of glass, asymmetrically aligned on the metal, would show her face to anyone who found her, and she hoped someone found her. She dropped her robe and lay in the cryopod, letting the great metal jaws close over her.

She was losing consciousness slowly. Above her, the old A.I. ran one last scan through the glass. She could see the screen from her position, oh so clearly.

The flashing red unknown entity detected warning flashed just as she fell to her deepest slumber.

Just a little thing I wrote for my Creative writing class.

it’s actually about 3 times longer than it should have been as per the rubric.

but whatever.

Sincerely,

Abborase

#sci-fi & fantasy #original #gore #foul language

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