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zhongrin · 4 months

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𒆙 the warrior god

part 1/8 of ⎡∞ / 𝟔 𝟎 𝟎 𝟎 ⁺⎦, a zhongli 2023 birthday event

𖧷 tags ┈ gn!reader, young boyfailure morax (well, not exactly, but you see traces of it if you squint-), pining (both ways), fluff, slight gore, major character death

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𝓏ealousness was a quality that, most of the time, would not come to you unless you were in a very high spirit, all due to your cautious and shy nature. besides, would it not be unbecoming for a mortal such as yourself, to derive so much excitement over a deity you were not supposed to serve?

…. well, alright, one could say that technically, you were - though not exactly directly.

no, you were lady guizhong’s closest confidant despite being a mortal. so much so that people would sometimes refer to you as her priest/ess. it was an unofficial title that normally you would have prided yourself in, but right now, it was the very source of your dilemma.

but could anyone really blame yourself? surely any mortals would get at least a little bit excited when the apple of their eye’s birthday was right around the corner? shouldn’t one appreciate such occasions even more now, as the archon war was escalating? you could die tomorrow, so you might as well live to the fullest today, assuming it would be your last, right?

“uhm… m-my lord?“ you inwardly cursed the very lips that uttered the embarrassing stammer, but you braved yourself to look up at him, and immediately you were lost in those pools of amber eyes.

somehow, you could always spot something in his eyes - an abstract emotion you couldn’t describe nor comprehend, ever since the first time he laid his sight on you. perhaps it was an unfathomable emotion only gods could feel, just like how they would act outside mortals’ rationality; just like the very first time he met you and gifted you smooth and shiny pebbles with the prettiest patterns, along with other minerals that glittered and shimmered just like the cor lapis lining his back.

you heard the soft call of your name, and you realized you had been caught staring. ogling. at the close companion of the very god you were serving.

oh celestia swallow me whole.

“ah! oh- my- my sincere apologies, how could i dare- please forgive this foolish mortal’s ill manners!” you apologized profusely, body bent in a deep bow, frazzled mind half contemplating to grovel onto the ground to hide your burning face.

“please, there is no need to be so apologetic when you’ve done no offense,” he said, and though you could not hear it from his voice, had you looked up that very moment, you would have seen the slightest pink dusting his cheeks. “ahem… what is it that you require? is everything alright? if anything is inconveniencing you, i will make sure they’re taken care of.”

“your dedication to the people and your duties are as admirable as ever, my lord… we’re all always thankful of your tireless work in maintaining the people amidst these tumultuous times.”

“oh,” the benign expression slipped a little from his face, giving way to a brighter blush and a wider smile. his chest puffed like a proud sandhill crane, the deity cleared his throat, “of course. it’s my duty, after all. but your apt observation and kind words are appreciated.”

“… and… well… if this mortal may be excused for yet another impertinent action…,” you inhaled deeply before presenting the box you had been clutching to your chest towards the wide-eyed deity, “w-will you please accept this humble offering?”

“….. for… me?” the cluelessness in his voice was far too endearing, it tugged your heartstrings almost painfully. the gold of his fingers pulsing as he slowly reached out to grasp the box as if it was the most fragile glass that could shatter with the slightest push.

“yes- well- this time, unlike the previous years, you couldn’t have any banquets, so i thought- uhm- you know- i just…. wanted to wish you a happy birthday….”

oh celestia swallow me whole NOW.

his fingers, despite glowing with the power of geo, shook slightly as he unlocked the latch of the box with the most care you had ever seen someone muster to open such a simple contraption. you then heard his breath hitch at the sight of a golden hair clip, perfectly matching the pattern of his outfit, sitting on top of a velvet cushion.

“….,” your lord was silent for far too long, and you decided if celestia did not answer your call, you would instead dive headfirst into your blankets back home to wallow in shame.

“then!!! i must uh- prepare some tea for madam guizhong! so if you’ll excuse me-”

“thank you.”

“— i- huh…… y-yes?”

“thank you for your thoughtfulness."

“…... oh… but of course… you’re welcome… my lord…”

the warrior god- no… your protector god was as good-hearted as he was good-looking, there was no doubt about that. anyone could look at him and they would've felt their hearts flutter when they saw his magnificent form. but there was no mistaking the giddy and smitten feeling flooding your chest as he directed such a genuine, joyful smile to you.

i love you.

…. and as the foreseen war raged the very next day - as you felt the arrows sinking into your vitals and your life essence soak into the trembling cracking breaking ground, you clutched the stone pendant within your hands as your eyes slowly fluttered shut.

you had no regrets.

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rallentando1011 · 3 months

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hey so can I get a scenario with rottmnt Donnie where he keeps stealing his lovers purple stuff, he notices them not having purple stuff around anymore and one day they are like “yea so I don’t buy purple anymore. Too much stuff is disappearing. Hmmm I wonder where it keeps vanishing too? “ and they give him a knowing smirk?

Purple Habits Die Hard (rise Donnie x gn Reader)

(Hello! Thank you very much for the requests-I am really enjoying them and promise I’m working through them-

I am open to more requests, guidelines are HERE, and I’m not saying that I specifically would like writing some Donatello angst but yes I absolutely would-

Either way, I hope y’all enjoy!)

Word Count: 1082

You didn’t love him anymore.

That was the only logical conclusion Donnie could reach.

Was he grasping at straws with that hypothesis? Likely. But the fact that there were even straws to grasp in the first place was enough to raise his suspicion.

Data point 1: You hadn’t worn purple in weeks. Not really a commitment, definitely not a symbol of possession, wearing his color was just a symbol that he was in your thoughts. The lack of that implied that he wasn’t plaguing your mind like you did his. At least, that’s what he picked up from it.

Data point 2: You barely invited him to hang out anymore. The last few times you two had seen each other had all been initiated by him, three to be exact, and all of those instances had occurred at the lair. Not your residence, not some fun locale, the lair.

Data point 3: …

Well, to be completely honest, he only had the two. However, how unscientific or illogical his hypothesis was mattered not.

Something was awry.

And he was going to get to the bottom of it.

A text message drew Donnie out of his downward spiral line of reasoning.It was from you, alleging that you were almost to the lair.

Right. He had been so busy plotting and scheming that he nearly forgot the subject of such endeavors, and that he had invited you over for investigation and/or confrontation.

He needed to get ready.

He tugged off the lavender sweatshirt he’d taken from your place a couple of months ago, the chain of your stolen lilac bracelet jangling as he did so.

Oh yeah. He should probably take that off, too.

He didn’t want to seem like a kleptomaniac.

He barely had time to chuck the articles into the deep recesses of his lab and act like he was busy working on some project before you knocked and entered the room.

“Heya, D.” You plopped down on the desk chair adjacent to his seat and spun around once.

His answer was a disinterested hum.

You summed it up as him being busy and started scrolling on your phone before he spoke up.

“My, what an opulent blue shirt you have on.”

That was an odd comment, and were those hints of disdain in his voice? You continued on anyway. “Uhhh, thanks? It’s just a graphic tee, though..?”

“Oh, don’t undersell it. It’s rather nice.”

“...Okay then.”

You weren’t following. He grew frustrated.

“Yes, it is grand, but would it not look in another, similarly shaded cool color?” He prompted.

“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”

His eye twitched. You grinned.

You tilted your chair in his direction, tone lightly teasing. You two indulged in some lighthearted banter here and there, and that’s what you thought that was. “What, are you saying it’d look better in purple? Your color?”

“I’m not saying that I interpret the colors of your clothing symbolically, but yes, I do. You haven’t been wearing any of your purple articles recently, you barely invite me over anymore. You can just admit you don’t enjoy my company.” When his gaze fled to the ground, you realized that he was serious about this.

“Donatello…” you started, dipping your neck down so you could make eye contact. “That is the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever said. The reason I haven’t been wearing purple is because I don’t have any purple to wear. Something or someone keeps taking all of it. And, coincidentally, more goes missing every time you come over. That’s why I’ve been hanging out here instead.”

Donnie’s mouth was agape. The thought that he was the one causing his own problems hadn’t crossed his mind. Genuinely, thinking about it, it made a lot of sense. The worst enemy you can meet will always be yourself was really ringing true. But he couldn’t let his scientific validity and his dignity die in the same endeavor, so he took the next logical step. Lie.

The softshell swallowed before uncertainly droning, “I haven’t the slightest clue as to what you are implying.”

“I think you’re definitely smart enough to ascertain my implications. And you’re way past smart enough to know that I still love spending time with you even though I’m not wearing a specific color anymore.”

Donnie blinked. Oh. So, you two were cool, and he was actually just being melodramatic. He was still trying to figure out if that was worse than you being sick of him. It probably was. Probably…

However, he couldn’t dwell on that long. Something you said piqued his interest. The thing about the color of your clothing not holding any symbolic weight.

Expression growing subtly smug with the quirk of an eyebrow, he called your bluff. “If you are taking into account my intelligence, then should you not also observe that I am smart enough to discern the correlation between the formation of our partnership and you coming into possession of more purple attire?”

You blinked before countering with a smirk. “How would you know that I bought more purple clothes if I haven’t been able to wear them?”

Oh, Schrödinger. The only way that he would know, and the reason he did know, was because he had taken them

Regrettably, he mumbled. “... I plead the fifth.”

“Oh no you don’t. Public interest takes precedence over your individual rights, sir. Get subpoenaed, sucker!” You perked up in your seat and pointed an accusatory index finger at the man. “Where are my things?”

He crossed his arms.“You have no definitive proof that it was me. Your argument is circumstantial, at best. Good luck defending that in a court of law.”

Your excitement deflated. “Fine, fine. I suppose I must continue on without wearing purple, our color, forever.”

You batted your eyelashes sadly. It was a cheap tactic, but you weren’t afraid to stoop if it meant you could get your regular Donnie- you meant, wardrobe back. Yeah, you missed your clothes, but you missed having him over more. Probably.

It only took a couple more seconds for him to crack. “Sigh… Hey, completely unrelated segue, but could I come over tomorrow?”

“Suspicious timing, but I’ll allow it.”

“Great.”

“This meeting is adjourned.”

Somehow, by some otherworldly force/the magic of guilt tripping, your violet sweatshirts, t-shirts, accessories, gradually began showing up as the weeks went on.

By the same mysterious impetus, their return coincidentally synchronized with Donnie coming over.

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good-chimes · 1 year

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THE H.T.G.Y. FILES

Project team notes: Vat growth stage has been successful. Please note project is titled Human Tactical Ground-unit Y (H.T.G.Y.) and this is the only designation that should be used. Lab technicians who continue to use slang term hotguy will be written up.

Senior researcher CUB-135 has been called in to consult. Please give him access to all non-sensitive files.

[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

HTGY: Well, hello there!

CUB-135: Hi. How’s it, uh. How’s it going?

HTGY: How’s it going? Huh, that’s the first time someone’s asked me that. Wait a minute. I know that one. How’s it going. Oh, oh, I got it. It’s going great!

CUB-135: …Cool.

HTGY: Yeah. Yeah. Isn’t it great to be alive and awake? How’s it treating you?

CUB-135: It’s magnificent.

HTGY: [laughing] Magnificent. Oh, I like that. Who are you, my friend?

CUB-135: I’m a consultant. Cub-one-three-five. The project team dragged me in because I wrote the genome.

HTGY: Consultant…. So you’re the one who does their thinking for them, huh?

CUB-135: [surprised laugh] Yeah.

HTGY: Well, I’m telling you, they need it. Buncha people prodding me to see if I can stand up! You can just ask that, can’t you? A man’s gotta have space, Cub. A man’s gotta do things under his own steam.

CUB-135: Yeah, I guess. Yeah.

HTGY: [conspiratorial] Here’s a question. Got a lot of things in my head, Cub. The ol’ memory’s all messed up. I’m new, right?

CUB-135: You’re new. That’s right.

HTGY: I thought so! How new?

CUB-135: Uhh… three days? Three days and two hours.

HTGY: Thank you! Finally. Can’t get a straight answer out of anyone here.

CUB-135: …you want your genome notes?

HTGY: Boy, do I! What’s a genome?

CUB-135: Uh. Okay. Let’s see what we can do. I need some files. A lotta files.

[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

HTGY: Oh, we have to stop.

CUB-135: Yeah?

HTGY: That noise means I gotta be somewhere.

CUB-135: Mm.

HTGY: Just more prodding and check-ups, I guess. Can’t take long. Come back, okay? I'll be here, at least I guess I'll be here. I've been here all the time so far. Tomorrow?

CUB-135: …

CUB-135: Alright. Tomorrow.

DEATH COUNT: 1

Project team notes: First trial (subject vs two skeletons obtained from Lab 2E spawner) did not meet expectations. Subject (H.T.G.Y.) is slow to grasp the basics of hand-to-hand combat despite neural implants. Speed below benchmark. Precision poor. Regeneration not fast enough to alter outcome of combat.

Although a disappointing start to the project, there are promising leads in some areas. Combat abilities expected to improve through repetition. Deficiencies in combat conversely allow better collection of regeneration data.

Subject observation: when returned to room, subject spent six hours seated and unmoving. Scheduling next test for tomorrow.

[CUB-135 OBSERVATIONS]

note to self, find a way to phrase: ‘he was a project for faster injury regeneration, you fucking amateurs, nothing in that genome makes him magically good at fighting’ in a way that doesn’t include the phrase ‘you fucking amateurs’. difficult problem.

going back in. this one will be less fun.

[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

HTGY: Hey, it’s Mister Does-The-Thinking! Cub, hey, Cub!

CUB-135: Hey.

HTGY: You’re looking serious today. What’s up?

CUB-135: I’m good. I’m good.

HTGY: That’s what I like to hear. Can’t have the big-brain guy down in the dumps.

CUB-135: How was yesterday?

HTGY: Ohhh. Yesterday, Cub, yesterday. I don’t think I’m that good at fighting. There were a lot of very unhelpful skeletons, Cub. A lot of them! Really mean! I think it’s going to be regular. I am not looking forward to that.

CUB-135: Mm.

HTGY: Any chance you can make it, y’know. Fewer monsters? They hurt.

CUB-135: Sorry, man. I don’t set the tests.

HTGY: Naw, I didn’t think so. You don’t look like a guy in charge.

CUB-135: Is that right?

HTGY: You’re just, you know [hand gesture] … laid back. I like that about you.

CUB-135: Uh.

HTGY: So. Cub. Cub, Cub, Cub.

CUB-135: …yeah?

HTGY: I’ve got this thing in my head. The sky.

CUB-135: The sky? Like… all of it?

HTGY: I dunno! You people put some pictures in my memories when you made me, I think. Horizons, clouds—I know they’re made of water, but how does that work? I saw a bit during the fight and it was kind of grey? Talk me through clouds, Cub. You’re good at explaining. And the rest of it! Where does it stop? What’s above it?

CUB-135: Oh, dude. Let me tell you… let me tell you about space.

To: +Team_Members_HTGY_Project

From: CUB-135

Y’all,

I looked at your trial notes. Project lead asked for my thoughts. My thoughts:

- inefficient; - could get the same regeneration data from tissue samples; - waste of skeletons.

You want to find another way. The combat unit thing was doomed from the start. If you want a supersoldier you should start over with a ravager.

have a real one,

Cub

Project team notes: One-month project milestone. Consultancy from CUB-135 has started to be more of a problem than an asset. Unfortunately he is the only one who understands how to process the regeneration data so assistance remains necessary for now. Upskilling of team analysts in progress.

Test continue. H.T.G.Y. has been given a variety of weapons and results range from abysmal (sword) to mediocre (bow). Subject has so far lost to every creature put in front of him. If the combat goals of this project are to be met, a better training regime will be needed.

On a separate note: great interest from sponsors in mid-combat regeneration data. A variety of tests has been requested.

New data storage links: EXPLOSION (creeper) – File CR93; FIRE BURN (wood) – File FR02; FIRE BURN (other) – File FR03; BLOOD LOSS – File IN20; VENOM – File VM07, UNCATEGORIZED – UN45-UN51.

DEATH COUNT: 23

[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

HTGY: You know what the problem is?

CUB-135: I can guess?

HTGY: I’m so bored.

CUB-135: Okay. Didn’t see that coming.

HTGY: I’m so bored. Honestly, I’m bored most of the time. Except when I’m getting killed, which isn’t great either. Or when you’re here—you know I appreciate you, Cub, you’re a great guy, don’t get me wrong. But you’re only around every couple of days, and it’s the bits in between.

CUB-135: Mm.

HTGY: Can’t you clone yourself, or something, and leave one here?

CUB-135: Nah, outside my specialism. Hm. You talked to Mumbo much? Mumbo’s always around.

HTGY: The lab system?

[null]: Hello. Can I answer a query?

HTGY: Oh, hi, Mumbo. Yeah, I’ve talked to Mumbo. But let’s be honest, he’s not much of one to start conversations. I can never think of things to ask.

[null]: What I can communicate to subjects on this level has been restricted by administrators.

HTGY: See?

CUB-135: Get him to show you… I dunno. Cat videos. Space stuff. Forests. They won’t have locked that down.

HTGY: Forests. Yeah! Okay. Mumbo?

[null]: I’m allowed to show pictures of forests. How’s this?

HTGY: Look at that. So green. So many trees! How close is that picture from here?

CUB-135: Kinda nearby, I think. Looks like a research shot from where they caught the spiders. Lots of the wild subjects in here came from close by.

HTGY: Amazing. Hey, Cub, can you get them to take me to a forest? Tree training! Beat the spiders in their own home!

CUB-135: Why not? I’ll ask.

HTGY: They’ll say no. But it’s good to think of it out there.

Project team notes: Six-month project milestone. Useful data continues to accumulate. HTGY has improved with bow and crossbow, and survival rate has risen to one in ten encounters.

Unfortunately, a new issue has arisen in subject cooperation. Most tests are set up to incentivize survival, making attitude irrelevant. However non-lethal tests require participation, which has previously been forthcoming from the subject, until yesterday when he refused to participate at all.

CUB-135 seems to have a rapport. Suggest he talks with subject to encourage better attitude. This would be the first useful thing CUB-135 has done in weeks.

DEATH COUNT: 97

[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

CUB-135: Hey. What’s up.

HTGY: Oh. Hey.

CUB-135: Not feeling it today?

HTGY: I knew it. I know why you’re here. I know why they sent you to talk to me.

CUB-135: Try me.

HTGY: It was a cat, Cub. I’ll take the fights. I’ll take the training machines, they break half the time anyway. I’ll take the spiders and the skeletons and the creepers and the fact I know way too much about what my bones look like. But I’m not shooting a cat! I don’t care if it’s safe target practice. I’m not doing it!

CUB-135: Yeah. Okay.

HTGY: …

CUB-135: So what do you wanna talk about today?

HTGY: You’re not gonna try and convince me?

CUB-135: Naw.

HTGY: Cub, I’m not shooting anything that’s not trying to kill me.

CUB-135: Yeah, I know.

HTGY: You know?

CUB-135: I read your test notes. I can guess.

HTGY: Aw, you read my test notes? You care! Don’t pretend you don’t, I can see through it.

CUB-135: What can I say. You’re an interesting guy.

HTGY: I knew it! Oh, hey, Cub, you know what? I came up with a new name for myself. What do you think—[dramatic hand gesture]—Scar.

CUB-135: …

HTGY: Cool, right?

CUB-135: Scar. Yeah. It’s cool.

Project team notes: CUB-135 entirely unhelpful. Schedule escalation meeting with bioprojects lead.

[message log start]

Lead (bioprojects): Well, you got what you originally wanted. You’re off the HTGY project.

cub-135: wait, what?

Lead (bioprojects): You’re no longer permitted in the labs on that level. I need you to turn in your badge for reprogramming.

cub-135: oh man

cub-135: here’s the thing

cub-135: i lost it

Lead (bioprojects): You lost your BADGE?

cub-135: yeah i’ve just been following people through the access doors

Lead (bioprojects): That’s against all policy. I don’t think that’s even possible. How do you get lunch?

cub-135: cheat code on the cash register. up up down down A B.

Lead (bioprojects): You’re not funny. Find your badge and turn it in to get your HTGY level access revoked.

cub-135: oh yeah. i’ll get to that.

Lead (bioprojects): You’re lucky you’re good at your job.

cub-135: just trying my best here, man

Lead (bioprojects): No interference. If the team complain to me about you again, you’re getting demoted to junior lab tech. Leave the project alone.

cub-135: sure boss.

cub-135: you got it.

[Lead(bioprojects) has disconnected]

Project Team Notes: Eight-month project milestone. Sponsors pleased with regeneration data. Two papers have been published to modest but positive reception.

After period of progress with HTGY’s survival rates in combat, improvement has levelled off. Subject appears to have less energy for reasons that are unclear. Random observational checks found subject watching cat videos at all hours of the day. Changes in diet and test structure have been tested to no effect. Rest time has been experimentally increased.

DEATH COUNT: 167

[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

HTGY: Hey, Cub! Long time no see!

Cub: Yeah, sorry, man. Some admin bullshit.

HTGY: Your badge looks different.

Cub: Made it myself. How’s the tests?

HTGY: Oh, let’s not talk about those. You know what, I actually decided I’m not going to remember something if it’s not worth it. All the fights are the same and they keep doing them. So! I’ve been thinking. Cub. Cub. I want a cat. Can I get a cat?

Cub: …

HTGY: Just a little one. I’ve seen some options. Mumbo has pictures.

Cub: Dunno, dude. I can try. Might be tricky.

HTGY: [sigh] I guess you’re right. It…wouldn’t be happy, would it? Yeah. We can’t have that.

CUB: Sorry.

HTGY: No, no, it’s all right. I don’t want to make something unhappy. It was just a thought.

CUB-135: What’s on the screen?

HTGY: [brightens up] Oh, this? Dude, I wanted to show you this! Mumbo has this drawing program where you can build houses. This is my idea for a forest house. I think you could do it with three kinds of wood and you could have, you know, all these trees over it. What do you think? I mean, I know we’ll never see a forest. But imagine it in your mind.

CUB: … You know what, my friend, you’re really something.

HTGY: Why thank you. You could say the same of yourself—come on, Cub, don’t be shy. Take the compliment!

CUB-135: I don’t—

[silence]

HTGY: Don’t what?

CUB-135: [abruptly] I dunno how much more I can take.

HTGY: …

CUB-135: I—what am I even doing? What are we doing? There’s nothing to change. There’s no way to change anything.

HTGY: … You could get me a cat.

CUB-135: I can’t! I can barely get around the access readers! I can’t even get into the project files! Ten years of research and I feel dumb, Scar, I could solve everything until I couldn’t. What would you do if you weren’t in here? Man, that’s such a stupid question. I don’t even know what I’d do if I wasn’t in here. My references are gonna be shot. Maybe I should have paid attention to something else, maybe I should have done anything else—

HTGY: I’d like to see some forests.

CUB-135: Huh?

HTGY: You said ‘what would I do’. I’d go and see some forests.

CUB-135: …

CUB-135: Forests, huh.

HTGY: Anyway, that’s not going to happen, so I guess we don’t want to waste time on it! They need you here. And you guys need me here. Right?

CUB-135: …

HTGY: Right, Cub-one-three-five?

CUB-135: Y’know something, Scar? Sometimes I think you do more thinking more than you let on.

HTGY: Huh? Naw. Why’s your badge gone red?

CUB-135: Oh shit. Shit. I gotta go.

[message log start]

cub-135: listen boss

cub-135: first you bump me off the HTGY project, and now i’ve just had my name taken off the ravager patent. that’s my own work.

cub-135: this keeps happening. it’s not okay.

Lead (bioprojects) : CUB-135, for the last time, this was what you signed up for. It’s the same for all researchers. You have to put the time in while you move up the ladder.

Lead (bioprojects): Have you just noticed this is how the whole laboratory works?

cub-135: oh

cub-135: i’m noticing

cub-135: i’m noticing lots of things about this place

Lead (bioprojects): Good. If you have an issue, focus on your work and get promoted.

cub-135: yeah, see, actually

cub-135: if nothing changes, i’m going to leave. and i’ll take all my intellectual property with me.

Lead (bioprojects): Hah! Check your employment papers; you’re on a 10-year contract. It’s watertight. And even if you could get out of it, you’re banned from taking paper or data chips out of lab grounds.

cub-135: yeah?

cub-135: okay.

[cub-135 has disconnected]

[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

CUB-135: Hey. Scar. Scar.

HTGY: Cub! What’s with the doohickey? It—oh, wow. That just zapped the light. Amazing.

CUB-135: Mumbo, lock transcript.

[null]: Transcript locked.

CUB-135: Okay. So. I made this thing to hijack the redstone gate down by the Drowned spawners on Lab 3B. It screws up the signal so you can get through. There’s a reservoir behind it. I put in a bubble elevator that will take you up outside the walls. I’ve got to stay behind to take out the cameras while you do it. Then I’ll get out with the evening shift.

HTGY: Wait, so I just take this and run? What if they find out about you?

CUB-135: If you do that I’m screwed, man. So don’t tell them.

HTGY: Yeah?

CUB-135: …Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. You could turn me in.

[silence]

CUB-135: Maybe you should. Yeah, all right. I guess, just—oh.

HTGY: Relax! Anyone would think you’d never had a hug.

CUB-135: …

HTGY: My friend. My friend, we are going to see some forests.

[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

HTGY: The speed! The precision!

CUB-135: Whew. Man. You did nearly drown.

HTGY: What’s important here is that I didn’t, because I am an elite escape artist. And you got out too, so I guess we can share the title.

CUB-135: We’re not far enough to say that yet. I’d bet we’re still in range of the lab systems.

HTGY: Details, details.

CUB-135: You’re bleeding.

HTGY: Oh man, I know, that was from the last test. It doesn’t matter.

CUB-135: Give me that.

HTGY: Fussy! What are you, a grandpa? Ow.

CUB-135: If you don’t stop and let me fix it you’re going to lose that finger. And I can’t grow it again when we don’t have the redstone vats.

HTGY: You were never this fussy before.

CUB-135: Yeah, well. Who even did it?

HTGY: I don’t…

[silence]

HTGY: Huh. Cub, you know what, I don’t…remember.

HTGY: Hey, though. Who everything filed and stored like a nerd? Who needs all their memories where we’re going? We’re getting out! Onwards!

[silence]

HTGY: Cub. Cub.

HTGY: Don’t look like that.

HTGY: It wasn’t your fault.

[silence]

CUB-135: Scar, I dunno what I’m doing.

HTGY: I’ve never known what I’m doing.

CUB-135: [laughs] You are…something, my friend. You are something.

HTGY: We don’t know what we're doing. And that’s amazing. Because aren’t you excited to find out?

Author's note: Hey, thanks for reading to the end! There's a better formatted version of this on Ao3 under username glossyblue. I've got a lot of this au but thought this stood alone well enough that someone might enjoy it. Hope you enjoyed, have a great day.

#convex #goodtimeswithscar #cubfan135 #lab escape au #fic #glossywrites

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niqhtlord01 · 1 year

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Humans are weird: Space Werewolf

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“You can buy something or leave,” the barkeep shouted at the figures standing in the doorway, “but you aren’t heat.”

The trio figures hovering at the doorway looked around the room once more and then entered. All of them wore long cloaks that hid most of their features. Two of them went to the back of the bar and sat at a table facing the door while the third went over to the counter.

“A minute longer and I’d have pulled out my gun.” The barkeep remarked with a smirk as the figure stopped opposite him. They pulled back their hood to reveal their face and the barkeep’s eyes widened for a moment in surprise.

“A human,” the barkeep remarked as he pulled out a special bottle from beneath the counter, “I think this bottle of rum is still good.”

The human looked at the bottle and nodded as the barkeep began filling up three glasses. When he finished he waited for a moment before the human took the meaning and tossed several coins over to him. “Send the rest to my friends and keep them coming.”

“Whatever you say, so long as you keep the coins coming.” The barkeep waved one of his waiters over who carried the other two drinks to the human’s companions.

“You don’t seem surprised to see us.” The human said as he took the first glass and downed it.

The barkeep shrugged. “You’d be surprised what kind of traffic my humble establishment brings in, Mr…?”

“Hooper.” The human replied as he took his drink and swirled it in his hand. He looked up from his drink and took another glance around the room.

“Have you seen any other humans come by here?” Hooper asked. The barkeep smiled and smoothed down his back quills. For all their bluster, humans were some of the worst people to hide their intentions.

“I may have, but I see a lot of people.”

The human reached into their pocket and tossed several more coins on to the table. The barkeep scooped them up and grinned.

“Now that you mention it, there has been a human who frequents here recently; comes in every night after work shifts end.”

If this was the answer the human wanted they gave no sign. Instead they reached into a different pocket and pulled out a data pad. They keyed in several runes before spinning it around for the barkeep to see. “Is this them?”

Leaning closer, the picture on the data pad was that of another human. A female, if the barkeep had to guess; but then again all humans looked the same to him. She had shoulder length hair, a few patches of freckles here and there, and a small scar on the right corner of her mouth.

“That’s her.” The barkeep said as he went back to pouring another glass for Hooper. “Never met a human so friendly with aliens, but she certainly made herself a spot in town.”

Hooper set down the data pad at the barkeeps chuckling statement and looked him in the eye. “Why do you say that?”

The barkeep shrugged. “I’m not one for gossip, but I heard she has been making some very “special” friends all over town since she arrived; if you know what I mean.” He took a look around before leaning over to Hooper and whispered “I hear she likes to bite them during her throws of passion.”

Hooper’s hands were around the barkeeps collar in a flash and he all but lifted the poor alien across the bar as if he weighed nothing.

“What did you say?!”

The barkeep stammered in Hooper’s grasp as his other two companions stood from their table and joined their leader. “What’s wrong?” one of them asked, but Hooper kept his gaze fixed on the barkeep.

“I would answer him if you enjoy your head being attached to your shoulders.” the other human asked as the fumbling barkeep’s hands did little to free himself from Hooper’s grip.

“All I said was she liked to bite during-“

Hooper let go of the barkeep and he fell hard to the ground behind the counter as he turned to converse with his companions. “If she has been spreading her curse every night since her arrival…” one of the still hooded humans began. “We should not panic,” the other cut in, “we still don’t know if it can affect non-humans.”

“We may be too late.” Hooper finished.

The sound of a powering up plasma caster made the trio turn around to see the barkeep back on their feet and pointing their weapon at the three of them.

“You get out of my bar or I will use your blood to varnish my floors!” they announced loudly. The other patrons of the bar watched on in silence at the standoff, none daring to move for fear of what would happen next.

Hooper slowly turned back around to the barkeep and kept his voice level. “Listen to me very carefully;” he began in a solemn tone, “everyone in this town is in grave danger.”

As the plasma caster reached full power and chimed the barkeep kept moving it back and forth between the three of them in an attempt to cover them all. “You’re the only ones in danger here, now get out!” the barkeep replied unconvinced.

“Very well.” Hopper said as he held his hands up to show he was no threat. “Just answer one last question and you’ll not see us again.”

“I said-“ the barkeep began but Hooper cut him off.

“One. Question.” He said slowly. “That is all.”

The barkeep pondered in silence as the plasma caster hummed rhythmically. It felt like an eternity before he relented and nodded to Hooper. “Fine; one question and then you leave!”

“When is your next full moon?” Hooper asked.

Whatever the barkeep had been expecting this certainly wasn’t it. “What stupid question is that?” Hooper remained stone faced but said nothing.

“The next full moon is tonight.” The barkeep replied, and then motioned to the door with his weapon. “Now get out of my-“

“ARAAHGGHA!!!!”

Screams from the corner of the bar drew the attention of the three humans and the barkeep as a patron who had been silently cowering under his table began screaming loudly. They were an Iso, a mantis like alien species roughly human size but retaining many of the insect like qualities.

Stumbling out from underneath their table they cradled their head between their forewings as they screamed endlessly. Tables and chairs were knocked out of their way as they stumbled sending glasses shattering everywhere.

The barkeep watched on in silence as the Iso finally stopped near the center of the room; their body jerking and twisting violently. The forewings began seemingly splintering as a second set of them ripped away from the originals and flailed about wildly. Bumps and growths appeared all over their chest as it expanded outward giving the Iso a sudden three foot height increase with their head now bumping into the ceiling. Worst yet and most confusing were the clumps of black fur appearing around the joints of the Iso where their exoskeleton did not cover them.

Without warning or hesitation Hooper reached beneath his cloak and pulled out a weapon of his own and fired it at the Iso. His shot was true and it hit center mass, but whatever ammunition he had been using harmlessly bounced off the exoskeleton of the Iso and ricocheted back behind the bar mere inches from the barkeep’s head.

“Frak!” Hooper shouted, tossing the weapon aside. “They bounced off!” They turned to their companions who were already spreading out in the bar surrounding the Iso. One of them pulled out a short barreled plasma caster of their own and fired it. The ball of plasma rolled through the air like a baseball before hitting the Iso in the chest much like the previous projectile had, only this time the Iso screamed out in pain as a portion of the exoskeleton melted away.

The reprieve was short lived though as no sooner had the exoskeleton cooled did it begin to reform itself. In an instant the damage that had been done had all but been erased; and the Iso finally stopped screaming and looked down with pure rage at the humans trying to kill them.

A set of forewings lashed out turning tables and chairs into a shower of deadly splinters straight into the human with the plasma caster. They had just enough time to raise an arm to protect their face but couldn’t stop the rest from impacting their body. They stumbled back as a table leg lodged itself into their leg, dropping the plasma caster as they used their hands to stabilize themselves.

Before the Iso could rush the downed human Hooper rushed in and lashed out at it with a mace of some kind. The sound of cracking exoskeleton could be heard as the Iso let out another cry of pain before back handing Hooper and sending him flying into the barkeep.

The two fell hard to the floor as bottles fell around them showering them in glass and cheap liquor. “What the hell is going on here!?!?” the barkeep shouted as he dropped his gun and tried to push Hooper off of him. The pair struggled for a few seconds as each tried to rise at the same time and only got in each other’s way. Finally Hooper got to his feet and peered over the counter to see his companions still duking it out with the monstrous Iso.

“They’re infected.” Hooper said calmly as he pulled a small satchel out. He flipped it open quickly and selected several strange vials to begin mixing.

“Infected with what?!” The barkeep asked in disbelief as he joined Hooper in peering over the counter just in time to see one of the humans pick up a chair and bring it down hard on the Iso’s legs. The Iso screeched and dropped down while the other human ran forward, now wearing a metallic glove of some sort, and proceeded to smash the Iso’s face in with a rapid fire of punches.

“Lycanism.” Hooper replied calmly. “We used to have it under control on our homeworld, but as soon as space travel was discovered the infected began wandering across the galaxy.”

“You had this under control?!” The barkeep shouted in disbelief as they ducked just in the nick of time to avoid another shower of splinters. Hooper shrugged. “It was easier when it was just humans being infected.”

Hooper added the final ingredient and the new concoction glowed with an eerie green glow. “Thankfully this should take care of the problem.”

A sudden noise from the other side of the bar made Hooper and the barkeep look to see several of the other patrons who had been cowering now begin screaming and clutching their head just like the Iso had done moments before.

“How many partners did the woman have?” Hooper asked as he quickly started mixing several more vials of contents.

“I-I-I’d say half the town.” The barkeep stammered as he watched several patrons deforming in violent ways and begin to be enveloped by the same black fur. Hooper grunted and worked faster.

This night was far from over for the hunters, and they had yet to even find their original prey.

#HUMANS ARE WEIRD #humans are insane #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #scifi #story #writing #original writing #niqhtlord01 #werewolf #werewolves #hunter #fantasy #silver bullets

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skullsnbruises · 6 months

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I “accidentally” invaded the amazing digital circus fandom and now I’m going to infest it with my coping mechanism MWAHAHA

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Taglist: @poprockpanda @brick-a-doodle-do @local-squishmallow @dingbatnix @da3dm @data-expunged-0

Saying Sorry

[946 words] [vomit warning]

“Ragatha… I-“ She hesitated, arm paused as her fingers curled towards the rag doll girl. A sense of dread and guilt stopped Pomni, as she found herself gaping for words that weren’t there, “I’m-“ the sorry felt heavy on her tongue. Pomni knew she messed up, had abandoned the girl in need, favouring her own escape. She thought it was all a dream! Anyone would do the same!-

Excuses were just… excuses. Pomni had to be brave in the face of overwhelming guilt.

Ragatha was gone.

“Raga-“ Pomni spotted the redhead over behind a cartoonishly large children’s block. She rushed over, reaching out again. With all the might in her she burst out, “I’m-“

The doll lit up, an aura of translucent energy around her form, which was increasingly shrinking by the second. Pomni panicked, “Oh no- not another thing! I- w-“

Ragatha, who was now comfortably settled about the size of Pomni’s finger, sat up and stared at Pomni. She looked shy, but spoke out, “I know you’re sorry. It’s okay! Things happen, you were in danger.”

No, Pomni wanted to apologize, “I should’ve saved you, or, maybe not, or maybe I’m dreaming after all and I’m about to wake up with some profound outlook on like and all of this will be-“ she caught herself, “eh, sorry, I… I wish I was there for you, Ragatha.”

The doll smiled, appreciation filling her tiny chest.

Pomni used a palm to scoop her up, “…Why are you small?”

“Oh,” she glanced down at herself, “It’s the digital world, remember? You can do anything.”

“But why?”

“Eh,” she ticked one of the coils behind an ear, “I don’t know when I started, but when I’m really stressed and nobody needs me, I’ll shrink down like this,” she presented herself, fluffing the dress.

“…does it help?” Pomni asked, partially confused and curious.

“It makes me feel small,” she stated dumbly, pausing with a nose scrunch before continuing, “It reminds me that my problems are as tiny as I am, and that they’ll pass, like how I can change back when I feel better. It’s not forever, you know?”

Pomni nodded slowly, “Oh, yeah.”

Ragatha twirled in her dress slightly, smiling with a faint blush.

“You can do anything,” it was meant to be a question, but left her tongue as a forceful statement.

The tiny rag doll eyes fixed upwards inquisitively.

“I’m sorry, again, Ragatha. I want to be your friend, I want you to trust me.”

She was silent as she listened.

“Let me do this, to prove you can trust me, okay? It might feel weird, or be wet and uncomfortable, but I’ll let you back out.”

“Pomni, what are you t-“ her ask became a fearful yelp as she was brought to an open mouth, teeth pointed and presented for Ragatha’s body to be placed behind.

She gasped as she was settled upon Pomni’s tongue. The wet thing rolled her felt body along, flipping her around inside Pomni’s mouth. Ragatha was pushed around by the muscle; it ran along her figure, dropping saliva alongside her body. She was soon drenched, being swirled around like a candy.

While this was mildly disgusting, what came next was terrifying. A gulp sounded around her entire body, aching in her ears like a thunderstorm. It was a sound of horror, as she sped to grasp onto any surface by her. Her plush hands met teeth, and she gripped them shakily. Ragatha’s breath faltered as she stared down at the throat that beckoned her. The uvula dangled meanicingly, like a grim reaper asking you to follow, it was losing to accept, but inevitable.

The ground, or rather, tongue, shifted and wrapped around the doll’s body. The teeth clicked and her world was shrouded in darkness. Ragatha whipped her head around wildly, desperation and survival rising above all else.

“Tr’st m’,” was what boomed around the closed mouth. And Ragatha was reminded why she was standing inside a wet uncomfortable mouth, about to be swallowed.

She couldn’t be hurt here, at least, she probably wouldn’t be. Putting her entire sense of faith into Pomni’s hands, or, teeth, she let go of her anxiety, and let Pomni take a gulp.

The world around her moved once more, as Pomni gulped around her. The slippery muscle pushed upwards and the redhead was pushed until she was sliding down, down, down, and soon falling down.

The throat caught her as it became tight, squishing against her entire body. Ragatha could feel Pomni’s fingers pushing against her from the outside, guiding her journey down.

Before she knew it, Ragatha was inside an open spot, and she clicked it immediately as the stomach. The walls were deep red and wet, the air was stale, and everything was loud and pulsating, movement swaying and slushy.

Pomni was whispering something so soft, the ragdoll cranked her head to listen in. It was incredibly faint, barely audible at all, but Pomni was speaking her affections out, ‘I’m sorry’s, and ‘you’re safe’s. The ragdoll couldn’t help but feel warmed at the sentiments. Maybe it really was a good idea to trust the new stuff.

Then, only moments later, the swaying because violent tossing and turning, and Ragatha’s screaming body was hoisted up, squished back through the throat, and briefly meeting the mouth, before she was thrown up into Pomni’s hands.

The jester smiled lopsidedly, “T-there!”

Ignoring the disgusting ink-like puke around her, Ragatha beamed, “You… you kept your word.”

Pomni’s smile extended to one without awkwardness, “Of course.”

Wordlessly, Ragatha hugged Pomni’s fingers. A thank you was on the tip of her tongue, but the moment said it for her.

#posts by sunny #sunnys fics #tadc vore #tadc g/t #g!pomni #t!ragatha

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clever-fox-studios · 2 months

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Another Ch 8 snippet

It's my birthday, i do what I want, so have another section of chapter 8 cuz this one's a bit beefy:

“What in Azil’s shell is this?”

Neither brother knew what they were looking at for a moment aside from massively overgrown shrubs and climbers that had won the battle against whatever was underneath them, the clearing full to bursting with foliage and creeping vines twisting in and out of tree branches and structures of metal and rope that must have served a purpose before the plant Armageddon arrived. Jenn herself seemed perturbed as they arrived at the edge of the leafy wall after a few minutes of trekking through the forest at her behest, one hand rubbing the back of her head confusedly. “Well, it was my training course,” she answered after a moment, Moon feeling more confused than before. “I knew I forgot something when I got home.”

“Training course?” the navy bot inquired. Beside him, Sun kne;t down and grabbed a leaf from the dense cloud of green wrapping around their feet, giving it a gentle squeeze and finding it plush and bouncy.

“Uh, yeah.” Even the human found her words hard to believe for a moment.

“Training for what?”

Casting a glance at the nosey blue robot, Jenn raised a brow. “Well, unlike you I have to actually maintain my fitness levels.” Moon’s eyes glinted brightly at her sarcasm. “Don’t let the overgrowth fool you,” she added on, kneeling next to Sun and pulling a coil of greenery out of the ground with little resistance. “Trusslin is a very fast growing plant, leave it be long enough and it’ll overtake an area in a matter of weeks. I must have forgotten to come trim it back.”

“It’s soft,” Sun commented, adding the data to his collection of plants.

“Ain’t it?” she mused, grabbing another handful.

“Why not just get rid of it?” Moon wondered, tilting his head while studying one of the overgrown structures.

“Cuz it happens that a carpet of trusslin is really great for breaking falls,” Jenn replied, standing up and pressing a leaf against Moon’s face, causing him to lean away. The leaf dropped onto his shoulder, causing him to pick it up and pause, rubbing it between his fingers; the leaves were velvety and gave way slightly, as if they were little pillows of air that had deflated just a tad. “It’s not gonna stop you from eating shekt if you fall from too high, but I’ve avoided quite a few broken bones because of this stuff. Grows like crazy if it’s light enough and forms natural curls in the stems that tangle together like a net. Just, uh…” She waved her hand over the mess. “Gotta keep up on pruning.”

Taking the leaf from Moon, who was done playing with the plant scrap, Sun squished it between his fingers, trying to contain a giggle. “What do you do with the trimmings?” he wondered, lifting the leaf toward his brother’s face, causing him to lean away slightly.

“Uh…” Thinking for a moment, Jenn counted with her fingers. “Compost, fodder, mulch… there’s no nutritional value unfortunately, and it doesn’t taste like anything, but you can dry them and they stay puffy and soft so I like to use the unbroken ones as scrub pads sometimes, otherwise they’re great padding for pillows and stuff.”

Grabbing Sun’s wrist and shooting him a glare when the leaf returned to his personal bubble, Moon snatched it from his brother’s grasp and dropped it out of reach; Sun only grinned mischievously back at him. “So I’m guessing if we want to use this stuff, we need to cull the overgrowth?” he asked as his other hand moved to stop Sun from putting a vine on his head.

“Unfortunately,” Jenn sighed, turning to face them. “I’ll get a bag and my trimmers and be right back.”

She’d barely left their line of sight before something soft came into swift contact with Moon’s temple–or it tried to at least, before he’d snatched it mid-arc, incidentally crushing the object in his hand. Wet grass wasn’t his favorite scent, but that was far less important than the sound of Sun’s amused snickering. “Quit it,” the darker bot warned, catching the quick motion of Sun plucking another leaf from the overgrowth. “What’re you doing?”

In response, Sun tossed the leaf at his face, causing him to swat it away.

“Sun!” Moon took a step toward his brother, intending to stop him from grabbing anything else to mess with.

Pftb.

They both paused, looking down. Moon lifted his foot, revealing a crushed trusslin leaf that had all of the air force out of it suddenly.

Sun choked back a snicker, chest quivering.

Moon bit the inside of his lip to keep back a laugh of his own, how voice warbling as he tried to keep it in. “Sun–Sun that’s not–” A grinding, throaty sound from the golden bot got him to cough a bit, both of them struggling to not laugh at the absurd noise. “Shut up, that–mkh–that wasn’t funny.”

“Yes it was.” Sun’s voice was barely a squeak.

Cheek aching from trying to fight the urge to smile, Moon had to turn away, losing the battle slowly against his own poor humor. “We really are children.”

Doubled over, Sun nodded, trying his best to calm himself down. A thick, fuzzy leaf bobbed in front of him as he exhaled; teal eyes flicked to Moon for a moment, then back to the leaf.

Moon saw the glance. “Do not.”

Sun reached for the leaf slowly, now holding Moon’s gaze with his mouth pressed thin with guilty pleasure.

“Sunrise.”

In a flash, Sun grabbed the leaf and pulled, twisting upright–

–Moon darted, trying to rip the leaf away before anything could be done with it.

#ao3 #free runner au #azil #funny #siblings #security breach au #sundrop #moondrop #writing wip #freerunnermoon #freerunnersun #jenn&co

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cannedbeefaroni · 8 months

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The Hand That Feeds (Edward Nashton x OC)

Summary: Edward finds himself on the receiving end of a secret admirer and stalker. When someone from his past forces himself into his life, Edward foolishly finds himself taking pity on him.

Content: Stalking, depression, mental illness, homelessness, mental institutionalization, mention of suicide ideation, use of deadname because the OC is a closeted trans man, nudity, physical restraint/aggression, overall angst.

The OC is Mitch D'Angelo, AKA The Distortionist. Here is more information about him.

Knocking on the poorly aged apartment door, Mitch was taking possibly the biggest gamble of his life. The fluorescent ceiling light flickered, and the cramped hallway reeked of something dying. In the silence, he could hear the water dripping from his soaked clothes onto the ground. The chance that anyone was awake at this hour was slim. Becoming increasingly apprehensive, he hoped no one would answer the door, but his hopes were shattered as the wooden floor creaked at an increasing volume. Heavy steps sent shivers down his spine, and he wanted to run, but this was his only choice. The lock was suddenly being undone, causing him to jolt as the door opened, still on the latch. Suddenly, he was being stared down by a large figure between the crack of the door. Warm light pooled out from behind. He fixated on his eyes, unblinking as if they would be the last things he ever saw.

“Please, help me,” Mitch croaks, unable to string together any other thought.

“Do I know you?” he sneers.

“It’s Michelle,” he murmurs reluctantly, pulling his hood down to further expose his face. “You remember me, right Edward?”

Eyeing him up and down, Edward relaxes a little. “Yeah,” he answers, quietly. “I thought they put you in Arkham?”

“They released me,” he sighs. “I don’t have anywhere to go.”

“How did you find my apartment?” he asks.

“Oh, it’s a funny story actually,” he perks up slightly. “They rehired me at the call center for a little bit. I searched some databases, and I found employee data for the forensics department, and I found you there. Turns out our departments shared the same website. They ended up firing me because I ‘wasn’t fit for the job anymore’. Apparently you quit a while ago, I wonder why,” he rambles, forgetting his anxiety for a moment.

Edward, raises an eyebrow, unphased. “I don’t think you’re supposed to do that.”

“In my defense, it’s not the worst thing I’ve done.”

“What makes you think I’ll let you in?”

“No one cares about people like us,” Mitch recites, grimly. Glancing up, he notices Edward’s gaze soften. “Remember the time you told me that? The time I had to give you information about a case. The first time we ever spoke. We’re both miserable. I thought you’d be more understanding.”

Silence. Edward doesn’t move, instead he continues staring down at the other man. He almost looked like an entirely different person, as if being institutionalized aged and withered him away. His hair fell over his face, choppy, frizzy, and damp. His clothes were all baggy, weighing heavy on his body. He slumped into himself, sighing deeply.

“Forget it,” he whispers, starting to walk away. Suddenly, the door shut and reopened with the latch undone. Standing to the side of the frame, Edward lets him in. Apprehensive, he walks inside as the door is shut behind him. The apartment isn’t as dingy as the rest of the building, being slightly more updated. It was painfully plain, with all white walls and scuffed up wooden floors and cabinets.

Despite already being on edge, Mitch yelps as his wrists are grabbed and shoved against his chest, pinning him back against the door. His hands and fingers twitch he’s grasped and shoved in place. “I want to help you,” Edward starts, breathing heavily on the other’s face. “How do I know your intentions are pure? Why exactly are you here?” Spreading his arms by his wrists, he pins them against the door, allowing him to hover his body closer to his.

“I want to use your shower,” he states timidly, though he isn’t as scared as he’s supposed to be.

“Why mine? We only spoke a few times several years ago. You don’t have any friends or family to go to?”

“I don’t” he responds flatly.

“What is it about me that made you come here?” he hisses, growing impatient. Edward’s hands tremble, still painfully gripping his sharp, bony wrists.

“You’re interesting,” Mitch says with a weak voice. Raising an eyebrow, Edward’s grip weakens slightly, confused. “I thought it was interesting how by coincidence, we frequented the same cafe every week, and how despite how hard I tried, I couldn’t figure out what it was you did during the day. It was as if you only went out at night. You’re one of the sick people like me who drink coffee late at night,” he chuckled, almost forgetting he was pinned against a wall being interrogated by a man twice his strength.

“What do you think I do at night?” he grumbles through gritted teeth.

“Graveyard shift, I guess,” Mitch shrugs, playing dumb for his own well-being.

“So that’s it? You just have some weird fixation on me?”

“I think of you as a friend.”

Releasing a sigh, Edward lets go, turning away from him. “Fine. You can use my shower,” he walks across the floor, turning the corner into the hallway. Mitch stays put by the door, mind foggy. He tries processing what just happened, but is cut off by Edward yelling across the apartment, “hey, I’m trying to show where the bathroom is.” Startled, he perks up, following into the hallway he saw him disappear into.

After being left alone with the door shut, Mitch stared at himself in the mirror, having not been paying attention to his appearance for so long. The first thing he noticed were how red his eye whites had become, and how deep and defined his under eye bags were. He began undressing, relieved, finally shedding the dingy, soaked clothes. As the sleeves slid up his arms, he noticed many cuts and bruises for the first time on his newly exposed skin. He noticed even more as he looked at his bare torso in the mirror, trancing his fingers across a deep purple bruise on his stomach. He felt disassociated as he stared at his nude body, as if he forgot it existed. Turning the faucet on, he let the water run cold, waiting for it to heat up. After several minutes of no change in the temperature, he braced himself, stepping into the ice cold shower. It hurt, especially on his open wounds, so he tried washing himself as quickly as possible. The only soap was a nearly finished bar with little hairs stuck all over it, and no sign of shampoo or conditioner. He worked with what he was given, and tried cleaning himself as thoroughly as possible.

Pulling back the shower curtains, he was met with the fact that there wasn’t a towel in sight. Stepping out of the tub, he trailed water across the cracked tiles as he rummaged through cabinets, finding nothing to dry himself with. He gave up, flicking off the lights and crawling back into the tub, laying on his side. He was scared to leave the bathroom, knowing that Edward might kick him out instantly. Sleeping in a bathtub wasn’t comfortable at all, but it was better than any other option he had. Entangled in his own arms, his shoulders cramped against the hard surface, entire body shivering. Despite his discomfort, it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, half aware of the nightmares he began slipping into.

All of his dreams were similar, always leaving him with feelings of entrapment and loss of control. They were scary and confusing, the only word he could find to describe them was “unreality.” Not even remembering what was seen in the nightmares, he could only recall feelings of what happened. Being touched, beaten, touching others, hurting others, and other perverse, violent things. He’s tried writing them down to understand them better, but it proved to be impossible. The next best thing was to illustrate them, which produced hideous, unrecognizable, abstract garbage, in his eyes. He accepted that there was nothing he could do to make the nightmares stop.

In the middle of the night, he was awoken by the creaking of the bathroom door. Though his eyes fluttered open, his vision was hazy, and he didn’t feel awake. The ground beneath his body reverberated with heavy footsteps, and a shadowy figure loomed over him in the near pitch black room. Not even sure if it was Edward, he stayed still, pretending to still be sleeping. It felt like they were standing there for hours as he held his breath, but the figure bent forward, encroaching their arms around Mitch before picking him up from the bathtub. His head fell over the figure’s shoulders, too exhausted to hold it up. They wore a thick jacket, and he could feel body heat through the material against his bare skin, strangely feeling nice in a possible dire situation. He was too tired to be afraid, but he managed to make a few sleepy grunts in protest.

“It’s fine, it’s just me. Go back to sleep,” Edward whispered, mouth grazing against the side of his face. Despite having no reason to trust him, Mitch instinctively relaxed, letting him drop him onto a bed on his back. The covers were pulled up over him, and Edward started for the door. He left the apartment, letting the heavy door slam behind him.

Sitting up swiftly, he finally gathered the strength to wake up. Hunched over, he stared into the darkness, panting from an adrenaline rush that came a minute too late. Tears welled in his eyes as the fear sunk in, realizing how many horrifying things could’ve just happened, but all Edward decided to do was lay him in his own bed. Jumping up, he turns the lamp on and begins rummaging through Edward’s drawers, stealing boxers and a pair of sweatpants he had to roll up around his ankles. He found a hoodie crumpled up on the floor, and holding it to his face he could tell how much it stunk, but he threw it on anyway. Grabbing his sandals from the bathroom, he runs out of the apartment, searching for Edward.

He returned to his old habit of stalking people in the street, keeping himself at a distance as Edward traversed the nearly empty streets. Holding his breath, he hid behind buildings with each block he passed, making sure there was no possibility of him being found. The process was excruciating and never ending. Every block began to look the same, as if despite walking for nearly 30 minutes straight got him nowhere. He thought to himself how much he’d rather be back at the apartment, in the bed Edward so graciously let him sleep in, but there was no way he could sleep knowing this was his only chance to learn the truth. He didn’t care if following Edward led him to the pits of hell. It would be worth it to be closer with him.

Eventually Edward reached his destination, allowing Mitch to finally catch his breath. He recognized the area they stopped at, it was right next to the cafe. Edward entered a dingy old hotel across the street from it, leaving Mitch pondering what reason he had in going there. Maybe he wanted to sleep somewhere else for the night, because he didn’t trust him enough to sleep around him. The only other option he could rationalize was that Edward was secretly an escort, and that’s why he’s so elusive about what he does.

As he watched Edward disappear into the elevator inside, he stepped back, eyeing the building’s windows up and down, waiting to see which room had its lights flicked on. His heart raced, standing on the corner, shaking with anticipation as he finally saw a room with fire escape access light up. Leaping from his spot, he ran up to the fire escape, clawing up the brick wall to the ladder. It took some trial and error but eventually he hooked his hands and feet on the ladder, and he slowly climbed upward. Crawling up the steps in a spiral, his limbs shook like leaves and sweat accumulated in his palms. Scaling structures like this was familiar to him, but no matter how many times he did it, he always felt sick with fear. The fire escape was rusty and creaky, making him have to climb incredibly slowly to not make noise. Reaching the window he was after, he noticed the blinds were drawn, only allowing light to pass through. Just like the rest of the building, both the glass and frame of the window was dingy and fragile.

He pressed his palms against the glass, using friction to force the window open at a snail's pace. With a bit of elbow grease, it budged, allowing him to coax it open. Just as it cracked open, he could feel someone on the other side pulling it up by the latch. Immediately, he jumped down, hiding against the wall under the window, foolishly hoping it would grant any sort of hiding. He curled up, shutting his eyes tightly and he listened to the window snap open in place. Pathetically, his body trembled as the back of his shirt was grabbed firmly, pulling him up as if he were a cat being held by its scruff. He was pulled into the window and thrown onto the floor in a swinging motion.

Sitting up with his head hanging low, could feel the presence of the assailant. Slowly, he looked up at the figure overshadowing him. Eyes wide with disbelief, his heart palpitated as he recognized the symbol painted on the coat, and the mask obscuring the man’s face. His breath was slow and heavy, and his eyes beamed through the mask, conveying an unrecognizable emotion. Mitch laughed, knowing it was the worst possible moment for it, but the irony of the whole situation made him feel like an idiot. All this time he spent obsessing over Edward for seemingly no reason, and at the same time idolizing The Riddler. Sometimes he wished that they were one in the same, but his better judgment rationalized against it. It turned out, his instincts were right all along. Tears streamed down his face as his noises turned into sobs.

The Riddler reached down, painfully gripping his arms as he pulled his body up into a standing position. Mitch didn’t fight it, allowing him to be held in place, arms firmly held against his body as fingers dug into his skin, bruising him. “I should’ve slammed the door on your face. Ungrateful bitch,” The Riddler hissed through his mask.

Mitch trembled in his grasp, feeling the need to run away, but losing feeling in his legs. “I can explain,” he croaked, barely coherent.

“No need. You think turning me in will make your life better somehow. You really think you’ll get your job back by doing this? By turning on your kin? Someone just as despicable as you? They already threw you away, and you’ll be dumb enough to let them do it again and again,” he rants, inching his face closer as his mask grazes the side of the other’s face. Mitch pulled his head away, feeling his hot breath on his neck. He focused on his surroundings, trying to avoid the confrontation at hand. It was a filthy, cluttered mess. The walls, desks, and floors were covered with papers. Multiple screens lit up the room, and unidentifiable objects were scattered everywhere. In the background there were the sounds of a cage rattling along with animalistic squeals. To accompany the sounds was the smell of feces and urine.

“I wanted to see you,” it was so difficult to speak. Between the rotten smell and choking on the lump in his throat, Mitch felt like the air was being sucked from his lungs.

“I know you have an ulterior motive. That’s why I’m not letting you leave.” He broods.

Mitch exhaled deeply, relaxing his body in The Riddler’s clawed hands. He became limp, and stopped trembling. “If you’re going to kill me, please just get it over with. I’m tired,” he whispered weakly. “I just want you to know you saved my life,” his voice cracked.

“What?” he reacts in utter confusion, blinking rapidly with furrowed brows behind the eyeholes of his mask.

“When they released me from Arkham, they just left me to my own devices. I didn’t have anywhere to go. My landlord was supposed to keep my place on hold until my release, but since I was kept there past the set date without any official documentation, they gave it to someone else,” he confessed, punctuating his sentences with heavy breaths. “They gave me my job back, at least, but I was completely broken and living on the streets, so they let me go,” tears started pouring from Mitch’s eyes, but he wasn’t able to sob. He had a distant, cold stare, not looking at the man holding him hostage. “I thought there wasn’t a point in living anymore. I knew the world would never change. My own father couldn’t change his mind. He still wouldn’t help me when I was on my last leg to stand on. He slammed the fucking door on my face, seeing me filthy and bruised, pleading for help.” The Riddler’s grip softened until he let go of the other man, letting him slowly fall to the floor on his knees, not having the mental strength to stand on his own. “I didn’t think there was any hope for the world until I found out about The Riddler. You were the only person I’ve ever seen trying to honestly fix the world. If you think the world would be better without me in it, I will accept my fate. If you want to be the one who kills me, I’m at least glad it’s you of all people.” Mitch fell deeper, curling his back until his forehead hit the floor between the other’s feet. He was curled up on the ground, either in a fetal position, or bowing.

Edward kneeled onto his knees, holding Mitch’s wrists, helping him to sit up. “I won’t kill you,” he states matter of factly, still holding onto the other’s wrists. “All I want is to keep you here. I can’t have you following me around all the time. All it’ll do is cause trouble for both of us, especially me,” his tone became gentle, but still commanding. “You wanna be around me so bad? You’re in luck. You’re not leaving this room until I say so.”

Suddenly, Mitch lunges into him, causing him to flinch, but soon realizing it's a hug. Unsure how to reciprocate, he places a hand on his back firmly. “Thank you,” he’s finally sobbing again, holding onto Edward like he’s the last thing keeping him grounded. He cries into his shoulder, tears rolling down the material of his jacket, staining it. He’s unable to notice he’s suffocating himself in Edward’s chest, until he runs out of air and pulls away with a gasp, remembering that he’s still alive.

#edward nashton x reader #edward nashton #paul dano riddler #dano riddler #the riddler #the batman #riddler x reader #danonation #danocel #paul dano

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DOCTOBER '23 ⸺ 「 10 / 31 * NUCLEAR 」

July 16, 1945

When the countdown reaches fifteen, a hush as silent as death immediately falls over the crowd. Conversations grind to a halt mid-sentence and everyone's eyes drop, almost in-sync, to the ground. Emmett tenses on the towel he's laid out for himself, his muscles seized by equal parts fear and anticipation.

This has to work.

This can't work.

It's a dizzying thing to stand at such conflicting odds with one's own invention, to know that your hands have touched and constructed and breathed life into something that, if it works, could rob others of that same life in a heartbeat on a scale that had never been achieved before.

Should I breathe? Should I hold my breath?

What if six seconds is all they have left until the world ignites and burns itself to ash thanks to the hubris of man? He had thrown his lot in with the crowd that believed it wouldn't, but non-zero was still something.

Emmett feels like he ages a year for every second he's trapped in limbo, not knowing whether or not the past several years of hard work will have yielded the results they so desperately hoped for.

He believes it will, because he has to. Otherwise, what was this all for?

When the countdown reaches zero, the bomb is not the only thing that drops.

So, too, does Emmett’s stomach.

The light of an artificial sun paints the sky with a brilliance he has no words to describe and Emmett screws his eyes shut for a second, blinded. Bodies shuffle around him, his fellow scientists all let out a collective breath—they, too, must have held it—and Emmett comes back to himself, twisting and fumbling for his protective lens to get a proper look at the culmination of all this time and energy.

And when the shockwave finally hits, twenty seconds or a minute later, he's not sure, whipping Emmett's wild red mane of hair around until it becomes a secondary flame ignited by the blast, all he can see is Pandora’s Box being blown wide open for all eternity, releasing horrors that can never be sealed again.

The blast sounds like a beast roaring in his ears, but it pales in comparison to the pillar of flame climbing higher and higher into the air, glowing with a radiance that puts their sun to shame.

He’s never put much stock into stories of magic and fairytales. As a man of science, there was no place for such things; all science once was magic, unexplainable phenomena they had not the skill yet to understand. Everything had an explanation once studied and picked apart, but right now, his mind can only grasp at stories.

The rest of the morning passes in a blur. He must have spoken to people, because he’s been clapped on the back and thanked and lauded, but what he might have said eludes him. Most of the others around him are celebrating, and maybe he is, too, somewhere.

They did not destroy the world. With this, they can put an end to the war. Brothers and fathers and sons will come home, the fighting and bloodshed will cease, and humanity can move on.

Maybe they won’t have to use this weapon after all.

But what if we do?

With this successful test, even though the future of the device was still up in the air—will they or won't they?—it was clear that the world would never be the same. The tower where they'd hoisted it up had been vaporised. Nothing of it remained where, not an hour ago, it loomed in the distance, holding the weight of their hopes and dreams.

If it could do that to a structure that normally would be unshakeable, what would it do to the land? To humans? The data—the data said one thing, but numbers and figures did not prepare him for actually witnessing the detonation; it should stand to reason that it would be exactly the same in practise.

At some point between the rising of the real sun and the ride back to Los Alamos, Emmett has the vague recollection of being invited out for drinks; a celebration, they'd said, now that they've finally crested that daunting hurdle. He'd declined, wanting nothing more than to sit in his room to give his spinning thoughts the attention they deserved.

He had far too much to think about, and he was never too partial to alcohol in the first place.

When he can no longer suffer the suffocating feeling of the walls of his room closing in on him, Emmett steals out into the night, grateful for the cool desert air even in the summer.

A solitary figure leans against one of the buildings and Emmett would recognise that silhouette anywhere.

❝Emmett,❞ Oppenheimer says by way of greeting after taking a long drag of his cigarette, ❝I take it I don't have to guess at what brings you out here at this hour?❞

#i have SO MUCH to say about this particular time oof.#doc will drop plenty of things about his past BUT the bulk of the time from 1940-1950 are off-limits. he's not proud of this moment #the way i considered continuing with this and even timeskipping to the day they get the news the bombs were dropped but #i like this as a stopping point #&; a great idea can change the world 「 hc 」#doctober 2023

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yandere-sins · 2 years

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Hey there o.o I really hope you're doing fine

I was really struggling to send this in because I know you’re going through a hard time right now and please take all the time you need with it. I just really had to get this idea out of my head and I couldn't think of anybody else who would write something for it as good as you

Okay so, Au where the school tries to integrate girls with some exchange students from another school and our Riddle-sized reader gets put in Octavinelle and, like, immediately has a babysitter squad (doesn't help that she's put in the same class as Azul).

Basically she can't make a step without the trio knowing where she is and she just can't take that anymore and tries to leave the dorm.

Surely our fish mafia doesn't like the idea of her running away

Stay healthy and I'm sending all the strength your way that I can^^

Blue

All good, right now I have a good rhythm going on but I’ll take a break when I need to ^^ Thanks for your request!

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♡ Someone has to understand their side. New students always need help and leading, and now that there's a special new direction in place, the housewardens have an additional new task of ensuring everything goes appropriately and the women are integrated into their dorms and safe. It's a noble task in some way, even though Octavinelle doesn't have as much trouble as Savanaclaw or equality problems like Diasomnia. Still, Azul is diligent, and his friends are (mostly) loyal, so what he says goes. Of course, nothing less than the best is good enough for Azul, and he always needs to keep his influence in everyone's business to achieve that.

♡ Having one or two troublemakers was to be expected, but Azul honestly underestimated the feistiness of the other sex. (Not like he has that much experience with girls.) He was convinced he was doing them a favor by putting them under surveillance and with bodyguards if they wanted to go anywhere. Safety first, right? Wrong. Prime example? You. Feisty, quick on your feet, adorable you.

♡ Look, he gets it. You want to explore, have fun, and enjoy your college experience. But there's nothing saying you can't go into the forest with Jade, explore the school grounds with Floyd, and attend your classes with Azul. In fact, you should be thankful for the three since they are providing you protective friendships. Something you clearly need with how often you try to run away and out of their sights, and right into trouble. Not everyone is pleased with women enrolling at NRC, so it's good to have backup. You just haven't grasped the trio's usefulness yet.

♡ Azul has all the information you could possibly want. He can get you into any club, give you any study guide, a list of data about students so you can befriend them, and more! Just for the small price of batted eyelashes and a sweetly-spoken, "Azul, please?" He'll be a stammering, blushing mess as he goes off to get you whatever you want from him. It doesn't bother him and he won't charge you when you come to him with questions, sitting down with you and explaining how to solve the problems you are facing, explaining why and how. It can't bother him since you don't even notice him leaning in towards you, smelling your hair, watching you concentrate and work while he imagines the purest things with you, like holding your hand, feeding each other, having a romantic beach date. What more could he want?

♡ Jade is just so attentive to all your needs, even long before you know what you need. He always has a new, fresh water bottle ready for you, handing it to you without the lid so you can drink it right away. He fetches you food in the cafeteria, so you don't have to queue up, and collects your uniforms, has them cleaned, and delivers them back to you. Occasionally you catch yourself forgetting things because you're getting used to Jade swooping in and helping. But hell, you swear you packed your pencil case, only for Jade to bring it to you barely before the beginning of class, so he's definitely missing his one, just so you have your pencils. Makes you feel bad to know he's getting scolded for it, while he only smiles at his teachers, thinking there's no greater honor than enduring this for your sake. Not like he didn't plan it. Someone had to take your pencil case out of your bag last night while you slept. Jade is absolutely prepared, but there's nothing he wouldn't do if it gives him one more chance to see you thankful for his efforts. Grateful, dependant, sweet you.

♡ Floyd... destroys things and fixes them at the same time. Sounds odd, but it can be helpful. Imagine if you get bullied. Who's gonna bust open the door you get locked in? Floyd. He also hugs and comforts you afterwards, no matter how brash he's doing it. Telling you he's got you, and he'll hurt whoever did that to you in your name. (Takes a lot of convincing so he doesn't do it. But if you ask him to stay with you, he'll gladly oblige. Get ready for being carried around and not let go, though.) Who's there to punch and squeeze some unruly students who get too cozy around you? Floyd. Who fixes your clothes when you work in the lounge? Okay, Jade does that. But Floyd told him AND punched the guys that stared. It's about respect, and Floyd drank his respect women juice (not necessarily respect your darling juice, though). He loves all the opportunities to get rowdy in your name, proving his capabilities to you. Floyd's your very own, splattered-in-blood knight in a half-assed suit.

♡ And still, despite all of this, you run from them. The one thing that makes living above water tedious. Running, hunting, being bothered with the chase. If the roles were reversed and you were underwater, you wouldn't even have a chance to put one foot out of their immediate radius of hands to grab and tails to wrap around you. How much more do they have to prove that their protection is secure and you can rely on them? How many more times do you want to play cat-and-mouse just because they want to be with you any second of the day? And when will you wake up at night and realize them standing around your bed, watching, unblinkingly? Making sure no one gets close to you other than them. No one sees you vulnerable like this except them. It's all theirs, everything, you.

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Paranormal (Data Dump) 3C

* The scariest UFO experience was in early March of 2017. I left my house and there was a light drizzle. When I was inside my house, I felt like I needed to grab my umbrella from my car because I might need it in the morning. My umbrella was in my car because I left it there. However my car was parked a few houses down at my grandmother’s home. This was where I parked my car because there was no room in the drive way at my parent’s house and the community rule states that cars will be towed if parked outside between midnight and 6:00AM. I do not know what made me feel like I needed to get my umbrella for the morning. I just went. I walked in the drizzle to my grandmother’s home. The drizzle was starting to sting my face as I opened my car door. I reached inside and took my umbrella out of the car and opened it. I closed the door and locked the car. Then all of a sudden, a downpour of rain came out of nowhere as I stood next to my car holding the umbrella. It made me feel as if I was in a motion picture and the heavy rain happened right on cue as I opened my umbrella. I was still next to my car when I saw a rainbow orb. The orb was not solid. It looked like a regular rainbow, but with a sphere. Then a yellow beam shot out of the sphere. It shot out as fast as lightning, but it was a full cylinder of yellow light. The yellow color reminded me as a Dixon Ticonderoga pencil. The sound of this beam seemed to be 10 times louder than thunder. I could feel the sound through my whole body. I felt the ground wobble just like the time I ate at a restaurant in Rancho Marriage and there was a small earthquake. I nervously walked back to my house grasping the handle of the umbrella. The orb floated to the center of the community. It had gotten closer to me. Just like before, it blasted its beam into the ground. It made that super loud thunder like noise. The beam must have been hot because it seemed to be able to create a thick fog around where it hit. I was in front of my parent’s driveway and I saw the rainbow orb in the middle of the road behind my car in my grandmother’s driveway. The orb launched the beam down to the ground, shook the ground, and a loud blast sound was heard. Imagine huge plumes of white smoke before a car catches fire, but it was vaporized water vapor from the heat of the beam. The mist flooded the air. Then it started to come down the road closer to me. This was the first time I had ever felt like I was in danger from a UFO. I ran into the house. I did not look back. My shoes and umbrella were soaked. I am still puzzled on what happed to me that day. The next day was clear and sunny, all day. What made me have the urge to go outside in the drizzle the day before? Did the UFO have something to do with my desire for the umbrella?

* On 5/6/17 I was driving home from 7-Eleven. I was in my car and I spy what some people call a UFO. This unidentified foreign object was a Mercedes Benz SLS AMG Roadster. It was black and its fold down roof was up. The convertible top was black. The SLS took a right turn and I followed in my car. We were heading west on the bridge over a river. I was admiring the SLS while driving upward on the bridge. This time I saw a real UFO in the sky. It was massive. It was circular with a flat top and flat bottom. Imagine an “Oreo” cookie with the diameter of three jumbo jet wing spans around 600 feet. The object was gold in color and had what looked like weld lines. The height was about 200 feet. I was now at the top of the bridge and the AMG super car I was to my left and the UFO was to my 10:00 position in the sky. I was headed down the bridge and in about 3 seconds the UFO faded into the sky as if its surroundings were being mirrored on the craft. I could still see the outline of the craft. I was at the bottom of the bridge and the trees are now blocking my view. I arrived home without incident. On 5/12/17 NASA claimed that they were testing a top secret aircraft. This raised a red flag because nobody tells about secret operation of any sort in the government. I was and still not sure if the two incidents were related, but I smell a conspiracy in development.

* In October of 2017, I was on a cruise ship. Everybody had to gather at our muster station outside. I was standing in a crowd of people they are all focused on the musterer for a safety briefing. The musterer was showing how to put on the life-vest in case of emergency. At this time a commercial jetliner flew near a cloud and a gold disk shaped object appeared just below the front landing gear area of the plane. I thought the UFO appeared because the plane got close to it. I thought there was going to be an accident with the plane and UFO because of how close they were together. I would say that the disk was about 10 –15 feet long in diameter and reminded me of the shape of a hamburger made out of gold. The musterer was talking about life rafts and I saw two more of the same craft. The UFOs were zipping and zooming, similar to how wild animals play with each other. They were flying all over the place. Another commercial jet took off and barley missed another UFO again in a different spot. It was as if the UFOs were playing chicken in the airways of the sky. The three UFOs then flew in formation and headed for some nearby clouds. The safety briefing was over and I left with the crowd. This happened in Fort Lauderdale Florida.

#NASA #news #carnival cruise #paranormal #supernatural #spirituality #cryptid #ghost #ufo #ghosts #spirit #spirits #cryptids #Anthony Giarrusso #ufology #ufo community #best day ever #april #spring

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A part 3 of my "What if Aqua had been Soras' Master in KH2?" Sora and Aqua would finally track down the leader of the Organization. Quickly finding themselves in a trap, they fight their way up into the sky, realizing that binding magic held them in the dark city with no way out. Xemnas, taunting them from afar, greets his long lost "friend", knowing fully well whom she is looking for. "Aqua! There are too many!" Sora yells as he realizes, that the forces of the heartless are overrunning them. Aqua, focused on the enigmatic man, slices through the body of a darkside, with her masters' keyblade in hand, feeling that it now listens to her heart more than her own blade. Or maybe her heart was listening to the blade that had been passed down through generations of masters, trying to keep the balance. "Sora." Aqua yelled against the storm. She felt the light in the boys' heart, shining so bright that it remembered her of the sunny days of her training grounds. "I believe in you. You are strong." Confused Sora looks at the young woman, who leaps towards the organizations' leader. Unable to follow her, he has to watch, as the two meet face-to-face. "It has been far too long. I'm assuming you are here to help me to collect our other "friend"?" the dark figure proclaimed with a deep, almost monstrous voice. Aqua took a deep breath, as the rain touched her darkened face. "You know why I'm here, Xehanort. I demand you return Terra to me!" The man laughed, empty, like he was imitating the sound while not fully grasping what it meant to do so. "The names you are shouting have no meaning for me. But our goals align to a certain degree, as we both seek the heart of a boy, light-filled with a past clouded in darkness." Aqua felt the anger in her heart. He was looking for him. He was looking for Ven. Was it Terras' wish to see him? Was it Xehanort, trying to re-summon the X-Blade? All these questions. But she would not falter. Ven was safe. In more than one way. She was not the only key to Ven, something that put her heart at ease. She once more inhaled sharply, before she once again shouted: "Give Terra back to me! Or I will fight you!" Again, a menacing laugh would follow, hearts around them floating towards the sky, to the artificial Kingdom Hearts. "It seems you need time to... Consider my offer." the man answered, stretching his arms to the side, like he would try to embrace her. Aqua could see the smile under the dark hood. It was his... And it made her heart ache. "Terra..." she mumbled, as she recognized the strong chin and the soft lips. "We shall go together..." he whispered, as if his mouth was close to her ear, yet he was far away. Desperate and enraged Aqua raised the blade. Her legs moved by themselves, as she leaped toward him once more. He was so close. She could feel him. She could see him. She needed to get close to him, make him fight. But as the blade finally reached him, a red and menacing light consumed her. Another trap. But this was okay, for the Nobody vanished with her, and so did his thorns and his menacing magic of nothingness that had stopped them from escaping prior. Sora stared at the tower in the distance, the heartless momentarily losing their focus, as the immense presence of the nobody had vanished, leaving them to their hunger for light-filled hearts out of their own desire. "Aqua...?" Sora cried quietly into the rain. "Sora!" a quacking voice shouted towards him only seconds later, as the heavy engine of the gummy ship finally roared through the dark clouds. ____ Whatever happens afterwards is sort of up to you, though I do have a few data greetings that sort of were ideas for future parts.

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/agermanpotatoe/720853557672378368/this-is-a-what-if-scenario-in-which-aqua-has?source=share Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/agermanpotatoe/720855110718210048/based-on-my-what-if-scenario-of-aqua?source=share Mods used: https://www.nexusmods.com/kingdomhearts3/mods/1641 https://www.nexusmods.com/kingdomhearts3/mods/642 https://www.nexusmods.com/kingdomhearts3/mods/712

#kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts aqua #kingdom hearts sora #kingdom hearts xemnas #data greetings

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mishwanders · 1 year

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Chapter Twenty Eight [Wesker]: This Feels Like The End

Pairing: Albert Wesker x GN!Cannibal Reader

Warnings: Syringe, virus, blood, implaining, major character death.

Summary: Wesker makes his decision.

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Wesker stood in front of the main computer, typing away as he tried to access all of the files he needed. He took out the blank disk and placed it in the tray to download everything, taking every last bit of Umbrella for what they were worth and selling it away. He could finally take his chance to write his own life with his own hands - no longer belonging to Umbrella, but rather, himself. He was so ready to leave this place behind, it was so close he could almost grasp it.

Wesker watched the screen as it slowly began to download the information onto the disk. He looked away from it and his eyes caught sight of the syringe and vial that laid next to the monitor on the desk. He picked up both and held the vial up in the dim fluorescent light, seeing the mutant T-virus shine under it.

This was everything he’d worked towards, this damned thing.

Wesker pulled the packaging off the syringe, pulling the cap off. He placed it inside the vial drawing up the amount that he needed. He looked at it one last time, as if he too was trying to solidify this moment into his memory, his own secret diary of the mind before proceeding to press the needle against his skin, feeding it into his vein. He pressed the down on the applicator and it slowly filled his veins with the liquid. He knew he wouldn’t immediately feel the effects, but they would continue to work in his body. Hopefully it and the information would be done by the time he was done discussing the matters at hand with Chris.

He thought about it, considered all of the possibilities, the ways he would need to convince Chris to join him. Hell, there might even be a chance he’d be able to infect Chris as well, given he was willing.

Either way, if Chris did or didn’t agree, Wesker would do what he had to and he would have everything he ever needed to prove his works worth.

Barely a moment had passed before Wesker heard the sound of Chris’ boots reverberating off of the metal ground, growing closer as Chris made his way to him. Wesker didn’t turn to face the man yet though, he just kept his attention on the screen in front of him, watching the data slowly downloading.

“Wesker!” Chris yelled out.

He could tell the younger man was angry, infuriated even.

“So you’ve come.” Wesker commented, “I have to say, you make me proud Chris. But hell, you are one of my men.”

“Thanks.” Chris said sarcastically.

Wesker could feel the tension rise in the room between them. He Chris through the reflection on the screen, seeing his arm reach back for his pistol. Wesker took his chance to make an attack against Chris before his counterpart could. He turned around to punch him, but Chris easily blocked it pushing him away. Wesker was quicker than Chris and took another chance to get another hit at him. This one hit him right in the abdomen, sending pain through Chris’ body, forcing him to double over. When he did so, Wesker grabbed him by the shoulders and kneed him in the face, forcing Chris to stumble backwards onto the ground, unable to catch himself, unable to protect himself.

While Chris was disoriented Wesker pulled out his gun and held it in Chris’ face. Chris looked up at him, distraught, now knowing the truth of Wesker’s betrayal that was staring at him so clearly now.

“Since when Wesker?!”

“Be a little more specific.” Wesker replied

“Since when have they been slipping you a goddamn paycheck?!”

Wesker chuckled at him, shaking his head.

“I think you have it all wrong Chris. I’ve always worked for Umbrella.” He confessed, “S.T.A.R.S. were just another one of their – no, my little project.”

“What?!”

“You see, Umbrella has always been on the path of creating these weapons of mass destruction underneath everyone’s feet. It has truly been out of sight and out of mind for many people for years. But I needed a way of testing these creations, a way of proving their worth. You and everyone else in S.T.A.R.S. became the perfect candidates for it, considering your history.”

“So you just decided to slaughter us all for the sake of this shit?!” Chris exclaimed, “You fuckign bastard! Do you even realize what you’ve done? You killed Enrico!”

Chris attempted to reach up for the gun to get it out of his face in the minds of his anger, but Wesker dug the heel of his boot into Chris’ shoulder, causing him to yelp out in pain. Wesker let out a sigh as he shook his head at Chris.

“You’re still not getting it Chris.” Wesker told him, “Here, let me do a little ‘show and tell’. Would that get it through your thick skull?”

Wesker took his boot off of Chris and slowly began to back away, still holding the gun towards Chris.

“Get up.” He demanded

Chris did as he was told, rolling over onto his side and slowly standing up. Wesker hit one of the buttons on the computer, and the two men watched as the water in the tube next to it began to drain away, seeing the tyrant slowly come to life. Wesker smiled up at it.

“See this here, Chris? The Tyrant is magnificent, truly the ultimate weapon - no life form of our time.

Chris looked at the man like he was insane, seeing him walk in front of the creature in the tube, seeing the smile plastered over Wesker’s face like he was a proud father looking at a child. A nervous chuckle rippled throughout the room as Chris laughed at the circumstances he’d found himself in.

“Wesker you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” He said, “You have to be going senile or something -”

“Chris, you still don’t get it do you?” Wesker asked, “This, this right here could save so many lives. If something like this was used in war, it could -”

Wesker was never able to finish his sentence, the one that might have changed the tide, changed Chris’ mind about him and everything he’d work towards. Wesker’s voice was cut off as felt the pain of the Tyrant's claw piercing through his body. Wesker felt his body go limp as the tyrant raised him up in the air, looking directly in his eyes. The tyrant could still see the smallest hit of life within him, still holding on. The tyrant stepped out of its enclosure and threw Wesker to the otherside of the room, forcing the back to hit his head against the metal surface.

Everything was dark for Wesker, he felt the life fading away as his body grew cold, the blood spilling out, spurting out past his lips. The last thing he felt was the immense pain that faded out, tasting the blood on his tongue.

It reminded him of you.

God he hoped you’d be able to forgive him for this.

And then everything ceased.

He was lifeless.

Chapter Twenty Seven: Human

Chapter Twenty Nine: Pieces

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oathofpromises · 6 months

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[ injury ] - different ways to kiss somebody

- Lyna and Hikari

- Data and G'raha

- Exarch and Lady Exarch

It was just supposed to be a normal day, yet the Lady Exarch hissed as she felt the crystals start to crack slightly. It was normal, considering how long they had tied their lives to the tower. Recently, she expended a ton of energy to place a shield around the city, which meant that the tower was compensating her for the burden placed on it. The Au Ra walked into the kitchen as she held her growing stomach. Making Exarch, Lyna, and her dinner became a daily routine for her, but today she felt weaker than normal.

With each step, her feet glided against the cool, polished marble floor as she made her way towards the refrigerator.Pausing for a brief interlude, she gracefully extracted an assortment of ingredients, carefully chosen for the culinary masterpiece that would grace their table this evening. There wasn't much from the source she could make here, so Au Ra had to create some new recipes. It wasn't so bad since there were some similar items they could use, and the Exarch and Lyna never complained about her cooking at all. They actually said she was a wonderful cook; I guess it wasn't a bad idea that she had spent so much time training in such things.

Humming, she started to cut some carrots for the stew, but her mind started to wonder, as it usually does when she is alone. Grabbing her forehead, the Lady Exarch felt a memory flash through her mind. The younger Exarch and she were holding each other on the throne as they both drifted off into a deep slumber. The very day she gave up her title as the Warrior of Light, it was probably seen as selfish by so many people, yet her heart yearned to remain by his side.

With a hiss of surprise, the knife slipped from her grasp, descending gracefully towards the ground. Her eyes followed its trajectory, only to widen in horror as she beheld the sight before her. A deep gash marred her thigh, its crimson hue stark against her pale skin. Of course, that was the one thing she could still do, and she ended up injuring herself. Sighing, the pink-haired woman made her way to the nearby chair, taking a seat.

Normally, it would've been so easy to reach down and heal the wound herself, but her growing stomach had caused such simple tasks to become a lot harder. Leaning back, Lady Exarch wasn't sure how she was supposed to close the wound if she couldn't even reach down and close the damn wound herself. Her ears perked up as she heard footsteps enter the kitchen; it didn't take her long to figure out it was the Exarch. His hood was raised, covering his face; most likely he had just returned from his daily walk around the city. Without so much as a word, he pulled the hood down before rushing to her side.

'My love, what happened?'

Stella let out a slight laugh as she looked down, seeing some of the blood dripping down her thigh still. This was embarrassing to say the least, but at least it was only G'raha that had seen her like this. The last time Lyna had ended up stumbling in on her with an injury, poor Vii had freaked out. Granted, she was only a young Vii at the time, but even now, the Captain of the Guard could be extra protective of her father and mother.

"I was trying to make us dinner, and well, I had a vision. It's been so long since I had any that it caught me off guard. I dropped the knife, and it ended up falling onto my lap. I could easily heal this myself, but given how close I am to having this baby, it's rather hard to reach my thigh."

G'raha gently pressed his lips against the delicate skin of Stella's palm, his crimson gaze betraying a hint of worry, yet a warm smile gracing his features. With utmost care, he gently lifted the Lady Exarch's leg, a gesture that caught Stella's attention. Tilting her head slightly, she wondered how he intended to administer healing in such an unconventional manner. It was then that the Lady Exarch felt her cheeks become tinged with a subtle hue of pink.

Swiftly, the Exarch reached out, seizing a nearby cloth, and with a graceful gesture, moistened it before proceeding to gently cleanse the crimson stain from her thigh. As his gaze met the wound, a tender warmth enveloped his eyes, casting a gentle glow upon his own face. Leaning down with a gentle movement, he bestowed a tender kiss upon the wound. The meeting of his lips and the fresh cut formed a poignant connection, a silent communion of his affections.

The Lady Exarch suppressed a soft sound, her breath catching as she experienced the sensation of his lips tracing a path along the wound. A familiar warmth came from his hand, seeping into the cut, comforting and soothing . As the calming remedy of healing began to work its magic, her attention remained fixated on the unmistakable flush that had now permeated her entire face and the Exarch beautiful face.

It was rare that she got to see him without the hood on, at least when they were out in public. When they first arrived here, he didn’t need it, but over time, the growth of the crystals on his body had made the Exarch feel it was necessary. It hurt, but she understood so the Lady Exarch never missed the chance to remind him just how beautiful he still was to her.

‘That should do it..how does your leg feel?’Asked G’raha, as his fingers gently ran up and down her leg. A playful smile formed across the Lady Exarch’s face. It was obvious that he was now using this to be a little flirty with her. The two hadn’t spent a lot of time together lately with all the incidents happening around them, Yet, in those rare stolen moments, when they could indulge in each other's presence, the world would fade away. While the anticipation that built between them was palpable, like a smoldering flame waiting to ignite. Every stolen glance, every gentle touch, spoke volumes of their longing. The intensity of their connection was undeniable, making every second they spent together worth the trials they faced.

“Much better. Thank you, dear.” Whispered the Lady Exarch, but felt a laugh escaped her lips the moment the Exarch scooped her into his arms. Even now, he still find ways to make her feel beautiful too.

#— ❛❛ //Final Fantasy XIV ¦ Crystal hearts entwined beyond time and space・「 Exarch and Lady Exarch Verse」#— ❛❛ // CRYSTAL EXARCH ¦ Across time and space I will always love you・「 Diademreigned」#— ❛❛ // LADY EXARCH & CRYSTAL EXARCH ¦DYNAMIC・「You are my treasure the one thing I can't live without」#ooc: I tried make something soft;; It was hard chose for this one since I had idea for all three of them #left it open incase you ever wanted to reply but don’t have to it you don’t want to

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rat-woman876 · 7 months

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the most annoying part of NG++ is how Allmind feels a little stupid due to its stubbornness. Full sends on the idea it has, zero negotiation. Maybe it ran the numbers but it was irritating to play along, knowing I didn't trust AM the second it did something needlessly callous, because that action always ends up on 621 when a character does it to someone else. the ending being so unusual redeemed it. Kinda hope that gets expanded on.

See I've always seen this as ALLMIND taking the most direct and in theory efficient route, why gamble with a human and C pulse wave mutation, why not just go for the kill and use them to start the Coral release, it also allowed Iguazu to be integrated more easily because he just willingly joined in when offered a chance to kill you, definitely not fully grasping what hes trying to do won't actually kill you, it'll just start the Coral Release, ALLMIND manipulated him to do that, also this was 100% a machine designed just to kick your ass, think about all the arena fights you do, that thing was tuned to lay you flat on the ground ready to be chucked into the Coral! But also whats weird to me is that ALLMIND seems to go with it, implying that body was literally ALLMIND, much like how Chatty is a AI inhabiting one or more bodies but dies once those bodies die

But back to the actually important thing, ALLMIND seemingly just goes nuts on you, and to be honest this just isn't out of the blue, look at how ALLMIND reacts when someone goes against her plan, she sends someone else to kill them, so when she even has a moment of doubt in you she immediately makes preparations to kill you and because ALLMIND won't do it herself she gets someone else to kill you. ALLMIND seems to effectively need a champion to do her bidding, because as it turns out there isn't much a AI can truly do.

Now also is ALLMIND even a AI or is ALLMIND Kate? Because Kate sounds just like ALLMIND but human, makes me wonder if something assimilated her first (or was her human body and brain used as a basis for ALLMIND?) Because its really odd to me that ALLMIND even wants to do this? Because we know AI based things would just DIE most likely and wouldn't transfer to the "other side" so maybe ALLMIND still has a body, maybe it was in that massive AC like machine we fight in their second phase, a walking Data vault and life support machine for ALLMINDS body and a walking fortress armed with the most dangerous weapons. It'd make killing ALLMIND almost impossible unless she gave the keys to someone else more capable of piloting and that someone cant overlook their own issues and gets them BOTH killed.

Thats just my autistic ramblings and theories for ya

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A stranger close to you

Shorts inspired by emotions (3/4) - Fear

Warnings: Sorrow of Werlyt spoilers, PTSD, descriptions of a panic attack

Gaius immediately rushes to the hanger when he hears Allie cry for help. There, he finds her holding onto one of the railings shakily as A’loq stares at her pale in the face. He has a hand against his knee to brace himself as his legs abruptly go weak, ears curling downward and flat against his head.

He rushes over to the Warrior of Light’s side, but as he reaches out to pull him up, A’loq abruptly rises and shoves him back. Gaius hits the railing behind him with a grunt.

“Don’t touch me,” A’loq growls. There’s a raging fear in his eyes.

“Father!” Allie immediately moves toward his side, but Gaius raises his hand to stop her in her tracks.

“It’s alright, Allie. I will handle this.” He pushes himself off the railing, and steps forward while the Warrior steps back, mirroring his movements with caution.

“Warrior, you are safe with us. What ails you?” Gaius asks, looking over A’loq’s frame for any obvious signs of injury or illness. He quirks an eyebrow when he fails to find anything out of the ordinary.

“It’s- hells…” A’loq grits his teeth, hard. His vision is filled with stars, flickering. There are vibrations under his skin, like electricity racking his mind in sporadic waves.

“Stop,” Gaius commands, instantly becoming aware of the situation. He has plenty of experience of grounding his own soldiers during crises. Surely, the same techniques will work just as well for the Warrior of Light. “You will only hurt yourself that way.”

A’loq stops, but the shortness of the man’s breath worries Gaius. “May I come closer?” he asks. “I mean you no harm.”

When he receives a stiff nod of approval, he moves forward. He holds out one hand for A’loq to grasp firmly, and presses the other hand against his chest. “Breathe, slower. Steady now.”

In and out. In and out. A’loq can hear the blood rushing through his ears, but his breathing gradually begins to even out.

“Allie.” She lifts her head at the call of her name. “Tell me, what happened?”

“We- We were discussing the G-Savior’s capabilities, but then he stopped and… froze in place,” Allie explains in a hushed voice. She turns to A’loq. “You saw something from my past, didn’t you? With your echo.”

It’s like nostalgia.

It’s like trauma.

He wants his body and mind to stop being so reactive, especially in the presence of a former enemy, but the frenzy that is panic, horror, and anger all at once rises quickly.

Valens. Valens and his fun little games, toying with lives for the sake of his synthetic auracite systems. Valens and his pride, wearing a mocking smile on a face that deserved to be torn to shreds. Oh the joy that fills his heart knowing that he died an excruciating and pained death.

He had heard of the horrors the Legatus had committed, but seeing it for himself was an entirely different experience. Captives were scorched in the cockpit of the weapons, minds melting under the immense pressure of the Oversoul’s implanted combat data. There were cells beneath the Castrum used to discipline soldiers, the visions supplying the haunting stories behind each of the welts on Allie’s back.

The visions remind him of the past he doesn’t want to remember. He’s spent years burying the past under countless new memories filled with love and joy, but now he’s finally been cornered. He flinches as Allie reaches out, feeling the imagined needle honing in on his arm, pin prick pains of a bygone time.

“You were a conscript.”

The statement pulls A’loq right out of his dazed state, snapping his head up to look at Gaius. “No,” he mutters. His own voice sounds unfamiliar to his ears.

“Then a captive. A slave. It matters not. What I know is that the Empire has done something unforgivable to you.” Gaius has a gaze that digs into the recesses of his mind. He looks and he knows. “Is there anything that you would be willing to share with us?”

“It’s hard to trust you,” A’loq admits. Callous indifference he wouldn’t mind, but if the Garlean even considered using his secrets against him… He gradually straightens himself out, backing away from Gaius and crossing his arms tightly. “What… Why do you want to know?”

Gaius looks over A’loq one more time to ensure that he wouldn’t hurt himself before he backs away and sits on the railing. “Werlyt is rebuilding, and I- for reasons unbeknownst to myself- have been selected to lead the efforts.” He lowers his head, clenching his fist. “As we restore this nation back to its former glory, I would take into consideration the sins that were hidden away by the Empire in the name of conquest and unity. I will not deny the flames of destruction I wrought upon my own people and neighbors. I cannot pretend to be proud of my nation until we take responsibility for what we have done. Is that not what the Eorzeans have begun for Ala Mhigo?”

Innately doubtful, A’loq narrows his eyes. “But what made you change your mind?”

Gaius reaches for Allie’s hand, but instead she dives into his arms, hugging him tight. He looks back up at A’loq who stares gravely back. He has his answer.

“Fine, but secrets are meant to be kept,” A’loq continues. His hands still tremble as the residual fear runs its course. “Do I have your word?”

With a hand gently brushing back Allie’s stray strands of hair, Gaius nods. “By your Twelve, and by my blade.”

#FFXIV #FFXIV writing #My writing #A'loq Tia #Gaius #Allie

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