#ship: hollow prey

[hollow-prey]

deeply deeply in love with the idea of snow leopard Grimm in all contexts for my self ship, but right now I'm particularly soft for the idea of both Grimm and Cyr being snow leopards and being so affectionate and cuddly with each other

examples:

I want what they all have 🥺

#ship: hollow prey #oooouuuuggghh #look how cute these big kitties are. look at the affection. the vibes are immaculate #and some of the expressions...this has Grimm and Cyr written all over it #ellie rambles

[wolven91]

Squidgits

Anna had come to the realisation was okay with her current situation.

She had come to this planet to get back in touch with nature. Spending too long on-board ships and stations eventually exhausted her to the point she decided she'd come down somewhere 'safe' and go for a weekend hiking. The planet she was on, safely situated will within ssypno territories, was a 'garden world'. It meant that it had previously been heavily mined for resources, such as trees or minerals and was now mostly devoid of any dangerous lifeforms.

Conservation efforts weren't a concept to most of the races until Humanity entered the scene. The various alien races didn't put the same effort into avoiding the loss of fauna. Still, the damage was done long before Anna was born, she felt no guilt, and it meant she could wander around the new forests and grass covered plains without worry.

That was until she set up for the evening in a cave. She was laid on her back on top of her bed roll with her sleeping bag bunched up by her feet. Despite the cold air that whipped through the cave, she felt none of it due to her 'visitors' that had joined her midway through the night.

She was currently covered by curled bundles of fur that quietly rumbled as they breathed in and out. There were many of them, perhaps ten? All of various sizes ranging from as small as a guanine pig to as large as a dog.

She had woken to a cold nose dabbing at her cheek and its whiskers tickling her face, the tiny creature was seemingly curious as to what she was. When she had awoke and paid attention, the easiest way to describe the small creature was a large Chinchilla, roughly the size of a cat, that evidently, could 'purr'.

What had started as one of the creatures sniffing at her face before curling up atop her breastbone in the hollow of her neck, eventually escalated somewhat. It had stayed still a moment before the gentle vibrating in time with its breathing. Anna had to force herself to resist 'squeeing' at its adorable nature. She'd been surprised to see another of the creatures appear, stand on its hind legs before observing its pack mate, brother, or sister? And chambered up onto her stomach where it also promptly fell to sleep.

This was repeated a further eight times until she was nearly completely covered by little adorable babies. She reached out with a hand and gently stroked one of the bundles which merely increased its rumbling two-fold in volume.

Unbeknownst to Anna, these were squidgits. A creature that could be found at every corner of the galaxy. A pest when they weren't wanted, cattle when they were. Squidgits could survive on an amazing range of different diets, from scraps and rubbish to plant matter. Their meat could taste like beef, pork or chicken, depending on how it was cooked, whilst their hide could be made into strong leather with relative ease. They bred at an astounding rate, replenishing their numbers with ease. The interesting aspect of squidgits, was their size. Given enough time and lack of predators or extermination efforts, squidgits could grow into ludicrous sizes.

A pair of squidgits that finds an abandoned sector of a station could eventually grow just as large as an ursidain, and despite their lack of hostility, they were a pest or nuisance.

For Anna, she discovered their drawbacks when she had a moment of panic. She heard the heavy footsteps outside the cave. She reminded herself that she was safe. She had gone hiking on what was supposed to be a 'safe' planet. No terrestrial predators bar some birds of prey and larger water carnivores.

However, the snuffling and heavy echoes of something entering the cave did nothing to assure Anna that she wasn't in mortal peril. From her prone position she was unable to see much more than the first space-chinchilla that blocked her view. It didn't take long for the interloper to show itself, however.

A fully grown space-chinchilla walked up to Anna's head and sniffed it. It was huge, maybe it was fluff, but it was the size of a damn cow! The things using her for heat were just the babies compared to this monster! 'Momma Chinchilla' didn't seem too worried, however after giving Anna a once over, snuffling at her face and at the quietly dozing babies. Anna flinched as the two or three babies that covered her torso leapt off her in a coordinated effort to vacate her all at once.

Before Anna could react, the Momma Chinchilla moved to the now vacant spot on Anna's front.

"No no no no, wait wait waaaaaai-" her pleas were ignored as the air was forced from her lungs as the Momma Space-chinchilla laid the top portion of her body on top of the wonderfully warm body of Anna. The trio of babies that had left their positions returned and either chambered atop their mother or any still exposed part of Anna. The rumbling purr of the squidgit shook the human with every breath.

It wasn't so bad, Anna wasn't being crushed, most of the size seemed to be silky soft fluff which felt quite wonderful and also trapped plenty of heat.

Little did Anna know that she sparked an alarming evolution within the behaviour of the creatures, one that was being discovered as and when the squidgits encountered a human. Following their successful nesting atop their first human, the whole species eventually and rapid came to associate humans with safety and warmth. Human skin transferred heat better than fur or scale ever could.

What was nuisance in the past, became a real problem as it was rather difficult to maintain an outpost while a herd of cow-sized space-chinchillas attempted to chamber into the base at every given opportunity or opened door.

#conservationverse #cuddleverse #human #haso #hfy #humans are space orcs #furry #squidgits

[wolveria]

Oooh can I ask about Dark!Hunter x Reader?

Oohhh I'm very excited for that one! Just came up with it over the weekend, so it's still all shiny ;)

Crossing my fingers this doesn't actually happen, but I thought... what would happen if at the end of season 3 everyone in the Batch died but Hunter? What would that do to him?

The answer: A lot of bad things.

Hunter is broken. Barely functional and catatonic. Rex doesn't know what to do. He knows he can't let him go off on his own, not in the state he's in. He feels responsible how the way things went, and he owes it to them to make sure Hunter's okay.

He's not. After two days of this, Hunter just... disappears. No word or message left behind, he takes one of the ships and vanishes. And Rex isn't sure he'll ever see him again, not alive.

For a standard year, Hunter wanders the galaxy, aimless, taking what jobs he can, leaning towards the violent, dangerous ones. He excels at hunting, and he would be a class one bounty hunter if he wouldn't piss of the Guild at every turn. He doesn't work well with others, and he doesn't much care for rules.

He's mean, ruthless, and most of all, hollow. He's little more than an animal, moving from one need to the next, not staying anywhere too long. He sees others as an obstacle or a means, depending on how cooperative they are. He barely talks, no more than is necessary, and he rarely sleeps more than an hour or two at a time.

And then he comes across a quarry he can't resist, legal bounty or not. Someone watching him, paying too close attention, and that's enough to set loose the hound straining at its chains.

He's patient, a predator lying in ambush, only to realize too late the trap was for him. He mistook his target for prey.

Hunter should have known, in the end, it would be a Jedi.

#the bad batch #hunter x reader #dark!hunter #hunter x jedi!reader #clone x jedi #unreliable narrator hunter #feral kicked-dog hunter reacting poorly to someone trying to help him? #it's more likely than you think

[senseandaccountability]

I'm sorry, I had to take a break from the game to write this little act 1 ficlet because I'm obsessed and wanted to try out this POV for a bit. Sorry/not sorry.

Build this ship to wreck pg-13, 900-ish words

*** It’s so simple, seducing her. Almost boring in all its pettiness. A little flattery here, a carefully worded promise there - their lives are dark and dreary and full of worms and Elnys Tavren is not even half as immune to vain delights as she’d like to pretend she is.  “You don’t have me yet,” she reminds him and all the freckles and scars of her skin seem visible in the moonlight at that moment. The darkness rising from the earth nearly disguises her but not to him. Never to him, he doesn’t miss a beat and that’s why he’ll win in the end.

There’s something wild about the way she moves. Something raw and unrefined that makes him think not of the endless line of perfect, willing bodies he’s lured and baited over the centuries, but of a before that he no longer knows ever truly existed outside of his imagination. Hundreds of years of make-believe take their toll, he assumes. Perhaps that’s why he - apart from the fact that she’s the least powerful fighter of the group - had chosen to bite her, not so long ago. Glaringly obvious reasons aside, she’s also someone the living man he used to be might have desired, once, before he made a deal with the devil and lost all traces of himself to cruelty and death. Cazador, at least, wouldn’t enjoy her, of this he’s absolutely certain. Look what the pets dragged in. He’d feed, soften the worst of his bottomless hunger and throw away her corpse; the notion rattles dangerously in Astarion’s chest for a fraction of a second. No.

The chasm of his pasts thunders and rages, but he can’t give in to it, can’t twist up this chance at turning the tables. Nothing matters but that freedom, the sheer might of it. Does it?  Mere hours ago Elnys had allowed him to deal with the filthy Gur monster hunter the way he saw fit and Astarion had cut the man down - sloppily, without much glee, but instead a sinking sensation at the pit of his stomach. Disappointment, surely, at the lack of grandeur. Surprise that the dreadfully dull woman holding the reins had loosened them like that when, normally, she’ll jump in between an arrow and a bystander for no good reason. On the way back to camp he had meant to ask her why, meant to prod further into the shades of what his power over her could be wielded from - lust, loyalty, naivety - but the words had got caught up in between their companions, then in a camp full of celebration and revolting wine. There’s so much to consider, wound tight around others like this. Obstacles, idiocies, downright doubts, but Astarion is nothing if not resourceful so here they are now. He tells her he’s been wanting to have her since he first saw it. It’s cheap, hells is it ever, but what is seduction other than a mutually signed pact to play certain parts? An animal and its prey. The consummate lover and their chosen one. There’s a glint in her eyes as he steps closer, a flicker of hesitation perhaps. He changes his tone, tilts his head, adjusts to her unspoken demands and just like that, it’s gone again. It’s so simple, seducing her.  And hells, it would be boring if it wasn’t for her rough edges, the unpolished lust and the memory of nights in camp, listening to her spin tales from the sordid places she grew up in, her glee after a successful battle, her sharp insights and filthy mouth. All those details of her, they fill up every empty space between them, flatten out the hollows. 

She tastes of cheap wine and smoky fish and her hands get lost in his hair, twisting themselves around his curls as he kisses her; he gets lost in his own well-rehearsed theatrics, then in her blood as she rolls her neck and allows him. No fear, no sense of obligation and he’ll remember this for at least a century, he thinks, the way her fingers trace the wretched scars along his back as he drinks her, the way her breath catches and her lips are on his, licking her own life from them. Afterwards, she’s flat on her back beside him on the ground like they’re some lost wood elves frolicking about; he plays along, thinking this woman's surely predictable enough to appreciate that sort of romantic delusion. She’s glancing at him with that particular gaze she has sometimes, letting it graze over his face. It makes her seem puzzled and determined at the same time, as though she’s measuring them quietly, holding them up against a scale of her own making. 

There’s that rattle again, the sound of bones in him as he realises he doesn’t want to know what she makes of this, let alone of him. Nothing to see in here, he thinks, pushing himself up on one elbow to meet her gaze. Nothing, nothing, nothing. “Are you alright?” “Am I… what?” Elnys shrugs; the corners of her mouth twitch. “Forget it,” she says, but he won’t. After Cazador, he doesn’t forget a single thing. “Darling, of course I am, as you so eloquently put it, alright,” he retorts instead, stifling a scoff with a smile and her possible further questions with a thumb rubbing over her nipple.  She growls, low in her throat, and pulls him down over her.

“’s not a strange question, you know, just common courtesy,” she mumbles later still, arms curled around herself, a few fingers vaguely brushing his arm. He doesn’t care for it, or wouldn’t under any other circumstances, but the sun will be up soon and he can’t find it in himself to spoil the wonder of seeing it by moving anywhere. Elnys’s crimson-dyed hair is spread out over the grass, over the place where his heart once could beat and Astarion lies there watching the stars fade into a bright sky as she begins to snore, her breaths tickling his shoulder. It’s so simple, seducing her. 

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate fic #baldurs gate fanfic #astarion x tav #astarion

[vibratingskull]

First time making a request, so if I do something wrong, I’m sorry!

This idea is inspired by another request about Thrawn and his s/o reuniting in ep6 of Ahsoka, which I loved btw. So, s/o (reader) realised she/they were pregnant shortly after Thrawn disappeared and so when they reunite, Thrawn is meeting his child (that he didn’t know existed) for the first time and his s/o is so happy because she/they never thought they’d meet. I really want to see how Thrawn would react to finding out he has a child and that he missed the first 9(ish) years of their life, I feel like he’d be so soft towards his s/o and child but also so enraged (even if he doesn’t show it) that he missed so much of his child’s life. Either fem!reader or gn!reader is okay, whichever works for you!

Anyway, I hope this made sense. Have a great day!

You did good anon, don't worry! ❤️

Thrawnxf!reader but no pronouns used

You place yourself between your daughter and the Great Mothers by instinct. You keep them at bay, holding her tiny hand in yours, she looks at them curious but they look at her like a predator would a prey. Casually, you reveal your blaster attached to your hips. You already got troubles to get Morgan to accept your daughter for the trip, you’re not gonna let some witches take her. 

They avert their gazes, slowly turning away.

Good.

Suddenly you hear a long loud hollow sound resonate in the sky. Your daughter presses herself against your leg, digging her nails in the fabric of your tunic.

“It is okay, Thooken.” you comfort her, caressing her head “It’s your father coming.”

She raises her gaze to you, you can see fear and apprehension but also a hint of hope.

“We’ll see dad today?” she asks with a little voice.

“He is the Grand Admiral, show some respect!” Morgan shouts over the noise.

You give her black look, she’s really getting on your nerves lately. The only reason you’re all here is thanks to you manipulating Ahsoka Tano to retrieve the map and recommending Baylan and Shin for the mission and she got the dirty habits to place herself as the leader of the expedition. One day you’ll end it all up with a bullet at the back of her skull.

“Cut her some slack, she can call him dad and however she pleases” you bite back “Contrary to you.”

She gives you a dirty look and you smirk at her in response. The exact same word resonates in both of your mind

Bitch.

You feel air movement in your back and spin to discover the Chimaera in all her glory. Your smile broaden. Thooker opens her eyes round like saucers.

“What’s that?” she mumbles.

“This is an ISD, sweety.” you take her in your arms, she grew a lot lately, soon you won’t be able to carry her anymore “This is the ship of your father.”

“Dad commands a ship this big?!” she goes into raptures.

“He used to command a whole fleet of ISDs.” you explain, kissing her cheek.

Her expression darkens.

“What if he doesn’t want to meet me?” she asks full of doubt “what if he doesn’t want me.”

“Oh, my sweet. Of course he wants to meet you. I am sure it is most dear wish.” You lie to her.

Unfortunately you didn’t have time to announce Thrawn the great news of your pregnancy back then, he never knew that was about to become a father. You wish you had the time, it would have been another reason for him to hold on for ten years, as of now you don’t even know in which shape you’ll meet him. Maybe he has been mutilated or became disabled, knowing he had a child somewhere in the galaxy would have given him comfort during dark times…

The Chimaera positions herself over the stone structure and slowly goes down, revealing to you an army of Stormtroopers in ranks, their armors seem patched up and hold on with red ribbons. You bite your cheek, life is not easy around here.

Suddenly they all start chanting the name of your lost husband.

That’s new…

Thrawn used to hate those displays of blind obedience. They had to adapt, it seems like.

A figure starts to descend the ally of stormtroopers, taking it’s time. 

You recognize him instantly.

Your husband.

Your loved one.

Thrawn.

Your heart sing and flutters at his sight.

You designate him to Thooken with a smile but she recoils over herself in your arms.

Morgan Elsebeth walks to place herself in the front and you can’t help but shake your head at her behavior. Baylan and Shin remain in the back, more respectful and humble.

“What was first just a dream has become a frightening reality for those who may oppose us.” he says with a smirk. “Great Mothers, I salute you.”

You smile blissfully.

Finally.

You are reunited!

What a blessing.

“Soon we should all escape this exile thanks to the help of Morgan Elsbeth.” 

Morgan bows with a smile.

“I am ever your servant, Grand Admiral.” she says with a fawning voice.

You remain in the back, managing your effect.

“They brought a prisoner.” one of the Mothers speaks.

“You never spoke of this.” he seems puzzled but not necessarily surprised.

They continue talking about Sabine Wren, Baylan reveals it’s thanks to him she’s there. Thrawn's attention is fully focused on them, giving you time to investigate Thooken’s behavior peacefully.

“What’s wrong, sweety?” you murmur.

“I am scared.” she pleas “What if he doesn’t love me?”

“Oh, my love.” you squeeze her tight “What father doesn’t love his daughter to death?”

She looks at you dead in the eyes.

“Tarkin.”

Ouch. Touché.

“He’s not Tarkin, sweety. He will love you like you’ve never been loved before, I promise.”

She circles her arms around your neck, hiding her face from everyone else.

“You are quite right… She will be of great use to us.” Thrawn nods with a light grin to Baylan before turning back to Morgan “What other great news do you bring to me on this day?”

Morgan seems taken aback, what great news? All news are bad lately, except yours.

“I have got one.” You announce clearly, revealing yourself to him.

His pupils widen at your sight, his light grin broadens.

“(Y/n), I was starting to wonder where you could be.” he says, amused and, you think, relief.

You come closer with love in your eyes, holding your daughter firmly.

“Who that might be in your arms?” he asks, tilting his head legitimately curious.

You turn your head to Thooken but she grips you tighter, refusing to budge.

“Little one?” he calls gently, he pushes a strand of hair behind her ears, revealing her blue skin to him.

You see him freeze. It lasted less than a second but you didn’t miss it.

“Thooken.” you encourage her.

Her grip loosen a tad and she deigns turning her head to meet her father. They cross their gaze and he stares at her, his knuckle grazing her cheek, with a shocked and puzzled expression. She immediately hides in the crook of your neck.

“She’s a bit shy.” you explain, caressing her back.

“It is quite okay…” he says lowly, still shocked. “She must be tired by this trip, as are all of you.” He exclaims for everyone to hear, recovering his serious demeanor. “You should use the remainder of the day to recover some energy. Captain Enoch, please escort them to their quarters.”

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“He doesn't like me!” You sweetheart laments, seated on the bed while you freshen up in the bathroom. You’re surprised the room got one.

“Of course he does. He’s just a little shocked.” you come back into the chamber “He never was really demonstrative, give him some time.”

She keeps her gaze low, she’s really sad. You come hug her on the bed.

“He loves you very much already, his whole world just got shaken up.”

She buries her head in the fabric of your shirt and you remain like that for a minute when you hear knocks on the door.

It’s Enoch.

“The Grand Admiral wants to see you both.”

you walk in the cold stone corridors of the citadel, following the curious trooper without a word. You finally reach a large door where Enoch leaves you.

“Ready?” You ask Thooken.

She just gulps.

You knock and open the door. Thrawn immediately stands up from his desk with an holographic map.

“(Y/n)...” He exclaims like he doesn’t believe it himself.

You throw yourself at him with a satisfied sigh, you hug him tight, revelling in his presence and scent. It’s been so long…

He seizes your face and kisses you languorously. You moan of pleasure against his soft lips, squeezing him.

“Ten years…” he whispers, eyes in yours.

“We are here now, love.” you caress his cheek “We can all go home now.”

He smiles at you before his gaze ends up on Thooken. He takes a step towards her, unsure like she would run away at any movement. She doesn’t move back but doesn’t move towards him either.

He kneels, placing himself at her level. He extends his hand to her, palm open.

“Let me see your face.” he gently asks.

She closes the gap after an hesitation. He holds her face between his two hands, all words seem to escape him.

“What is your name, young lady?”

“Thooken.” she reveals.

“Thooken.” he repeats “And how old are you?”

“9 years old.”

His thumbs caress her cheeks almost mind-absently.

“Maker.” He whispers “I had planned all the possibilities for today, but you managed to surprise me, Thooken.”

“It’s… a good thing?” she asks with a bit of fear in the tone.

“It is a very good thing. A marvelous thing.” He pulls her gently into a hug, manipulating her small body like the most fragile thing in the galaxy.

You smile when you see her hugging him back.

“Dad…” she mumbles with cracks in the voice.

“I am here my dear.” he comforts her, “I am with you now.”

“We are all together.” you say, putting a hand on his shoulder “And we will remain together.”

“Indeed.” he says with a hard tone “I will need to settle the score with Bridger. He robbed me of so much.” he spites.

He parts with Thooken and kisses her cheek before standing up to look at you.

“A chance we got his friend in a cell, she can be of some use to me.”

“I thought you would honor Baylan's engagement?” you frown.

“It was before I realized he deprived me of my child. I can not let that go unpunished.” 

You look into his red eyes to realize that his decision is taken and there is no changing his mind now.

You would almost pity Bidger.

But it is all his fault, after all.

@Bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar @thrawnspetgoose

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#thrawn x you #thrawn x f!reader #thrawn x reader #thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #mitth’raw’nuruodo #fanfic #vibratingskull

[ruthlesslistener]

7 and 8 for the ask game

Doing this for Hollow Knight!

7. your favorite tropes to read/write/draw

-PK being forced to deal with his regrets and what he did to his children and ALSO his entire lineage being just one step removed from being a totally wild nonsocial superpredator in comparison to the very human-like social beetles that they rule over, which he very much does not like to be reminded of and thus is just as fun to thrust upon him. I love him, he reminds me of myself, but I also hate him because he reminds me of the worst of myself, but I also love hating him because it makes me feel better about myself because at least I'm not doing whatever the fuck HE'S doing, and that results in me just. fuckin. grabbing him in my teeth and going brrrrrrrr like an alligator deathrolling their prey

I also just really enjoy writing inhuman characters to begin with, and the fact that Hollow Knight starts off at the baseline of the whole cast being inhuman is so so nice and fun to play around with. Hollow, PK, and Lurien are all fav povs for me to write because they show different angles of how inhuman beings interact with inhuman societies, and its just super super fun to finangle how they all perceive and interact with the world as a result

8. you hope more people will come to appreciate ___ (a ship, a trope, an episode, etc)

-LURIEN!! Specifically, I'd love to see more stuff with Lurien being the Watcher and/or interacting with the other Dreamers + Hollow. I def. think that I artificially inflated the amount of Lurien content simply by virtue of being obsessed with him for like, 4 fucking years, but I also just really really like seeing different people's takes on him. He's kind of canon's biggest plot hole, and looking at the different ways that people work to fill that hole + comparing and contrasting how I did it to them is super fun (provided that there's actual thought put into it vs just cracking 'king beloved' jokes, ofc)

#gemisbored #hollow knight #ask game #ask meme #reply #hollows pov is the best imo. its why i wrote udsb #well. part of the reason- but its certainly a big factor as to why i enjoy writing it

[adriankyte-writes]

Ooh can you tell us about The Derelict? 👀

A tiny bit of backstory...I decided that I wanted to start selling smut on Amazon, and the best way to do this would be to rip the serial numbers on some fanfic. So I took my favorite ideas from SGA, Battlestar Galactica and Farscape to build my setting. It's grown pretty out of hand and I'm not sure it's going to really resemble any of those series in any way when it's finished LOL.

Excerpt: (The POV character is an Air Force Major named Jasper Ward)

It is several long moments before he can lift his head. The pain in his head has lightened. He stands, meaning to find a towel to clean up the mess but the movement is too much and he drops to his knees, vomiting until there is nothing but bile coming up.

When he is finally able to stop, he’s on his hands and knees, panting, vomit on the floor. He pushes himself shakily to a sitting position. He has managed to keep his pants clean but there is vomit on his shirt. He pulls it off and uses it to wipe his face. His breathing returns to normal and he tosses the shirt aside. He pushes to his feet, his dog tags dangling from their chain.

His legs are shaky, but they hold him.

A change in the light quality brings him to full alertness and he looks up quickly, terrified to find that the Daiomon is in his quarters. Its head is tilted uncannily to the side, like an owl hunting prey. He wants to reach for his radio, he needs to call for help, for backup.

Instead, he locks up, staying put.

The Daioman locks eyes with him, and he can’t move. He’s never been this close to one, but he’s read the survivor reports. The way they can entrance their victims, drawing them in with only a look. So many people simply walked into their embrace to die in their first few encounters with the menacing race.

He feels himself take a step towards the Daiomon, feeling a sensation of peace settle over him. He knows something is wrong, something should bother him, but he can’t remember what. He feels the fabric of his shirt slip from his fingers as he takes another step forward. He is within arm’s reach of the Daiomon and it raises a cool hand to his cheek.

He closes his eyes and rests his cheek against the hand which gently cups his face. The clawed fingers trace over his flesh. Those claws, so deadly; they are hollow, used to inject a poison of some kind to neutralize prey, and yet he doesn’t fear them. Somehow, ridiculously, he feels safe.

A voice in the back of his mind is screaming at him, because this is exactly how the report, from the only expedition member to survive being fed on, described the moments right before the attack. The Daiomon’s eyes trail over him, a finger traces his cheekbones, tilts his face to examine it from different angles.

This time when he smiles Jasper doesn’t resist, doesn’t snap out from under his influence. He runs a finger over Jasper’s lips and he feels his lips slide open, an urge to lick the clawed finger creeps over him but he’s too hazy to act on it.

The Daiomon steps back, his trailing fingers falling from Jasper’s face, and Jasper steps forward, blindly following him from the room. A part of him is still screaming that he’s in danger, but there is no agency in his steps as he wanders down the corridors and through crawlspaces that lead deep into the ship. Far deeper than their explorations have reached. He notes, in a vague hazy way, that the fleshy valves which serve as doors open for the Daiomon as he approaches. He never needs to touch a wall, to find a tendon to tug, as the human explorers do.

End excerpt

This is part of a series centered around a group of explorers called the Cygnus Expedition. They are stranded in the Cygnus galaxy with no way to contact Earth, trying to find a way to fit in with the native alien species, both sentient and not. They are running low on supplies and don't have a way to repair their machinery as it ages, so when they find an abandoned Daiomon (predatory, insect aliens who communicate telepathically...hush they get way less wraith-like) ship on a planet they are exploring they decide to wake it up and use it as their own.

Jasper Ward and the science team have been working on getting it operational and Ward is expected to fly it. What they don't know is that Daiomon bond rather intimately with their ships, and to get it to accept him as its pilot Ward is going to have to get it to trust him. In this scene the ship is trying to communicate with him, but it's using a daiomon avatar because that is all it knows; at the same time Ward is pretty delusional due to exposure to some of the ships fluids during repairs.

#writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #creative writing #writers #WIP game #wip tag #tag game #original sci fi #mostly original sci fi

[fluffypichu876]

In retribution to my dear mutual @prototypelq's post, I will also be writing about my 3 favorites games of all time! Making this list was a bit easier than I expected, but because I have too many beloved games to choose from expect a lot of honorable mentions hehehe

And the first game on the list is, of course:

Castlevania: Symphony of the Night

It's no surprise that this game would be here. I mean, it's not like I replay it every year!

SOTN is a game of the genre "Metroidvania". You probably know this term if you have heard of games like Hollow Knight or Ori, but if you don't, basically, a Metroidvania game takes place on a huge map consisting of interconnected smaller rooms. When playing, you'll travel and explore around these rooms, defeating enemies and unlocking new abilities that allow you to acess new areas that were unaccessible before.

The OG Metroid on the NES can be considered the very first game of this genre, but Super Metroid and SOTN together were responsible for defining its standards and popularity today. Hence the term, "Metroidvania".

This game is a heck lot of fun to play. Dracula's Castle is huge and full of interesting areas to explore, filled with enemies and secrets of all kinds. SOTN is based on an RPG-like stat and level system, and you gradually grow stronger as you defeat foes, gain EXP, and level up. Weapons, armor, and other equipment are found all through the castle, further increasing your stats and other attributes.

The soundtrack is an absolute masterpiece. I'm not exaggerating when I say that Castlevania as a franchise has some of the best OST's out there. Michiru Yamane is a great composer, and her instrumental works fit CV's themes and tone really well.

SOTN does not use MIDI samples processed by the PSX's sound chip (except for the Librarian's theme). Instead, all of the game's songs are played through audio streams, granting them CD-like quality, which is a little rare in other games on the system. Here's an example of what Yamane could do with this audio quality:

Sounds great, doesn't it?

Another aspect of SOTN that I love is of course, the visuals. To this day, I consider this game to have some of the best 2D graphics ever. The levels and backgrounds are beautiful, and every tile is filled with plenty of detail. All of Alucard's animations are fluid, graceful, and an absolute delight to watch and control. Often, the game will mix in 3D elements to enhance the beauty of an area, and it looks great.

There are so many little hidden details in the game that make you appreciate the developers's love and care even more. For example, in the Outer Wall area, a small suspended room can be found at the area map's bottom. In this room alone:

A falcon/hawk/eagle/bird of prey can be observed in her nest. As you progress through the game and return to this room, you can see the falcon coming back everytime to lay, incubate, and take care of her offspring. It's really damn cute.

A telescope can be found in the left wall. Using it allows you to see the Ferryman from the Underground Caverns.

Alucard can sit in one of the chairs. Leaving him there for a few minutes will cause him to fall asleep. Aditionally, in the Japanese version, the fairy familiar will sing him a lullaby (she can sing in any chair, in fact.)

Now, what is the purpose of this area, you ask? None. There are no items, weapons, enemies, or anything of use to the player (except for map completion). The devs just created this room to add more life and personality to the game. And this is just one example!

As much as I love this game, though, I do admit that it isn't as perfect as most people make it. It does have its flaws: the game has very bad balancing issues, and the difficulty curve is essentially non-existent.

I never liked the Inverted Castle. Not because it's just the normal castle turned 180º, but because it doesn't feel like it was coherently designed, instead just quickly put together so they could ship the game claiming it to have double the original content (Galamoth was a great addition, though. I might make a post someday on why I love this boss so damn much).

Overall, this game means a lot to me. It pretty much set up my standards and taste with video games, and it made me understand why I enjoy playing them so much. It's a great game that I recommend to pretty much everyone! It's fun and really easy to pick up, taking only about 12-18 hours to beat for the first time, at max.

Also, can we just appreciate Ayami Kojima's wonderful cover art for the game?

And now, for my second most favorite game:

Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice

My first (and only so far) FromSoft game, and boy did I fall in love with this game.

Well, to begin it, Sekiro has one of the best combat systems I have ever had the honor to experience. It's based primarely on player reaction, testing their ability to counter, parry, and dodge the various attacks thrown at them. Equipped with only one sword (and a few very useful prosthetic appendages), our protagonist Wolf must defeat all sorts of opponents, from respected warriors, shinobis with no honor, animals (yes I did die to a rooster. Twice), the undead, demons, and much more, all so can rescue and avenge his master.

Using your trusted katana, you have the ability to deflect enemy strikes based on your input timing, dropping their guard and allowing for attacks of your own. When fighting enemies in this game, you are not aiming for their health. Instead, you aim for their posture. As you deflect attacks with perfect timing, your enemy will slowy begin to lose posture, and once said posture breaks, you can go for a finisher attack that instantly depletes their whole health bar. It's hella satisfying to pull off. Deflecting attacks poorly can lead to your own posture breaking, though, so paying attention is essential.

There are other aspects to the game's combat, such as Perilous Attacks, which cannot be deflected. To deal with them, you must either dodge, jump, or counter, adding even more danger to a fight and demanding focus from the player. Your prosthetic can also hold a few unique abilities, such as the Firecracker, which helps stunning certain opponents. Wise usage of these Prosthetic Tools will greatly help you on the harder fights.

Oh, and there's a catch: Wolf is no mere shinobi. He was blessed (or rather cursed?) with the power of the Divine Heritage, granting him immortality and the ability to revive from the dead for all of eternity. Gameplay-wise, this means that whenever you die, you'll receive one (or two, sometimes three) chance to revive on the spot at half health, allowing you to properly finish off your opponent. But don't think this makes the game easy! Reviving in the face of a tough boss never means an immediate victory, trust me.

Unlike Dark Souls, which rewards a more defensive playstyle, in Sekiro, the player must be aggressive and constantly take risks to overtake their opponents. Dodging everything and staying away will only drag on the fight and allow the enemy to regain their posture. As a certain character would say, "Hesitation is defeat".

But the amazing combat isn't this game's only strength. Another aspect that I love is how beautiful the game looks. Everything from the lighting, the colors, the gorgeous views, and the very well designed areas come together really nicely, and exploring this rather linear game is an absolute delight.

The battles look graceful, and not just because of the combat system. The special effects look amazing, and add great beauty and danger to every strike. The Divine Dragon's bossfight is the most gorgeous part of the game. It's so cinematic and breath-taking that despite being one of From's easiest bosses, it's easily one of the most memorable ones.

The instrumental soundtrack is really nice, complementing each moment of the game pretty well. The Divine Dragon battle above has one of my tracks in the game.

And as expected, the game is tough as nails (I died like, 50 times at the first mini-boss. The Ogre has no fucking chill). One of the hardest FromSoft games, according to fans. This game demands a lot of the player's attention, skill, and mostly importantly: their knowledge of the game and how everything works. Your first few hours will be very difficult, as you slowly get an grasp on the game. But once you beat Lady Butterfly or Genichiro (two of the game's most important skill checks), everything just clicks and the rest of the game becomes a lot more doable.

Overall, this game was an blast to play, but it may not be for everyone. I recommend it for anyone who likes FromSoft's other titles, as well as for those who enjoy a good challenge. If you want to get into more difficult games, this game is not too bad of a choice, since it's extremely balanced and very skill-based, completely free of bullshit.

Oh well, time for my last but not least favorite!:

Devil May Cry 5

This shouldn't come off as a huge surprise xD

I might have only gotten into this game earlier this year, but the 160 hours I currently have on it speaks more than enough. I LOVE this game and don't plan on dropping it anytime soon!

It's rare for me to hyperfixate on one specific game and play it for hours and hours without tiring like this, and DMC5 is currently my second worst case of this xD (the first one being Castlevania of course, in which I have 100%'d like 4 games :P).

DMC's combat system is simply too much fun. You have lots of moves at your disposal, and using them creatively and with as much style as possible adds so much depth to the game that beating the heck out of demons never stops being fun and rewarding.

It's also very skill-based, adding another layer of satisfaction to everything. Building up the skill to perform a new combo, finally managing to use Royal Guard with consistency, defeating that one difficult enemy/boss with an SSS rank, or just beating the higher difficulties is absolutely worth it. And even if you don't have much skill with the game, nothing is ever stopping you from bullying enemies in your favorite ways.

The dynamic soundtrack fits the combat really well and gives you the right ammount of adrenaline and motivation to slash through hordes and hordes of enemies. Also thank you Capcom for adding the Jukebox. I can finally listen to Devils Never Cry during an actual battle (and not just the DMC3 credits one!)

The characters are another great strength for me. The DMC Crew is so unique and fun to watch, and the Spardas in particular have a lot of depth to them, keeping the mind of fans very busy thinking about them xD.

So yeah, this game is way too fun for my own good, aparently. Never saw such a powerful brainrot coming. Absolutely recommend it to anyone and everyone who likes some good video-gamey time!

And now, time to cast the spotlight to a few games that I love, but not enough to consider them my top 3 favorites:

Honorable Mentions

Castlevania: Aria of Sorrow & Dawn of Sorrow

My second favorite CV games. Aria of Sorrow picked everything that was good about SOTN and polished it to perfection, creating one of the best metroidvanias out there. Dawn of Sorrow may not be as good, but it has a very special place in my heart.

Final Fantasy IX

One of my favorite JRPGs ever. This game is so charming, but under it's seemingly light appearance is a great story about the meaning of life, and about coming in terms with your own mortality. The battle system is fun and the music is as good as ever. The characters are wonderful and I cherish them to this day.

Final Fantasy X

One of the best games I have ever played. Of all the (4) Final Fantasy games that I've played so far, this one has the best battle system and some of the best enemy/boss design in the series. Alongside the gameplay, the story is the game's second biggest strength, and it has a very high chance to make you cry. The soundtrack is one of Nobue Uematsu's best works for this franchise, making you feel all sorts of emotions. Can't recommend this game enough.

The Legend of the Zelda: Breath of the Wild

This is the only Zelda game that I've ever played (please don't kill me), but boy is it a good one. The land of Hyrule is vast and very fun to explore. The game has such a relaxing vibe: sometimes I would just ride my horse, let it follow a road automatically, and just chill to the music watching the beautiful landscape. I put 170 hours in this game and didn't even realize it until I beat Ganon xD

Devil May Cry 3

Second favorite DMC game! This game is surprisingly polished for its time, and it barely feels dated at all! I personally prefer DMC3's DMD mode over 5's, as I find it more fleshed out, but it sure is a LOT harder.

Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance

My first Metal Gear game. It may be short and relatively simple in terms of combat depth, but it's a lot of fun, the soundtrack is a BANGER, and the cutscenes are a joy to watch. The memes just never end, do they?

Metal Gear Solid 2: Sons of Liberty

Quite possibly Kojima's craziest game to date, but also one of the most fun ones! Not as good as MGS3, but there's something about the old-school MGS gameplay that I absolutely adore. Also the dialogue and plot are so batshit insane that you end up enjoying it despite not understanding a single thing xD

Castlevania: Bloodlines

Most underrated CV game ever, and my favorite old-fashioned Castlevania game. It stands up to SCIV, its SNES counterpart, really well. In fact, I personally enjoyed this game's gameplay and level design more than the latter.

(just three more games I promise)

Pokémon: Black and White (and their sequels)

These games are the most fun i've ever had with Pokémon. They're really good. They've got the best plot of any Pokémon game, and the first BW games actually made me question the morality of keeping these creatures and leading them into battles.

The Great Ace Attorney

My favorite Ace Attorney game. Great story with lovely characters. The cases were a lot of fun, and I'm a huge Sherlock Holmes nerd, so it's only natural that this game appealed to me, I guess xD. I still have to play the sequel, tho.

Metal Gear Solid V: The Phantom Pain

This game might be technically unfinished, but it has some of the best gameplay in the series. The filler side-missions get repetitive but they're oddly fun to finish. It's my second most played MG game, right behind MGRR.

#and that's it! whew #i put so many words into describing why i love sotn that the sekiro and dmc5 reviews came out relatively tiny xD #but yeah love that game #sorry not sorry for all the honorable mentions :) #i was gonna add ultrakill too but decided to play more of the game first before considering it a favorite #it sure is close to being one #such chaotic fast-paced gameplay #and an absolute BANGER of a soundtrack! #(tenebre rosso sangue my beloved) #but yeah that's it #thank you my dear mutual who answered the original ask and inspired me to write this! :D #castlevania #sekiro #devil may cry #final fantasy #ff9 #ff10 #the legend of zelda #botw #mgs #mgr #metal gear #pokemon #ace attorney #video games #Youtube

[kookaburra1701]

WIP Wednesday: Katabasis

Tagged by the lovely @thana-topsy @gilgamish this week, and in recent weeks past by @saltymaplesyrup and @dirty-bosmer

I'm not tagging anyone because I'm coming up on 2 WEEKS without power or internet after a severe storm, so there's no way to guarantee I'll see anyone's posts since navigating tumblr on my phone is a nightmare. :(

Fandom: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Rating: T (blood and violence) Category: Gen Genre(s): Action/Adventure Main characters: Khemor gro-Skaven (Male orc LDB), Calder, Gregor

Summary: A series of fics detailing how Khemor went from a senior magus in the College of Whispers to becoming the Last Dragonborn, Thane of Windhelm and the Pale, confidant of Ulfric Stormcloak and traitor to the Empire.

The broad square sail filled with wind as the Sea Hawk turned towards the ocean. When the first wave caused the bow to lift and then drop, Calder quickly sat next to Khemor and stuck his fingers under one of the ropes that secured the canvas-wrapped crate to the bulkhead.

“Up oars! Ice to port!”

At Revna’s shout, the men at the oars pushed down and held, lifting the blades as one from the water, and Torden leaned on the tiller, the rushing of water around the steering-oar increasing in volume as the ship changed heading.

Calder risked a glance over the topstrake. Submerged chunks of ice floated by, milky blue in the dark water. There was a hollow thump and a shudder ran through the hull, but Captain Torden did not seem bothered.

Above them the sky was a cloudless, azure bowl where seabirds wheeled and called. Below, the water was dark. Soon the shore was far enough away that the only indication of how quickly Kyne’s wind was carrying them was the bright white ice floes that passed by as the ship cut through the waves. A large horker bull amidst his harem of cows called out a challenge to them, but was soon left behind.

The men continued rowing, the creaks and groans of the oars in the ports blending with the sound of the water churning in their wake.

“We’re out of the ice-belt!” Revna called from her perch in the bow. A sigh of relief went up from the men at the oars, but they continued their slow, steady strokes, looking to Captain Torden.

“Ship oars!” he called, and the long pine shafts were pulled in, lashed to the strakes more quickly than Calder would have thought possible. There was a flurry of activity, shouting, cursing, and finally with several chants of heave-ho the sail was hoisted to its full height.

A great bird of prey was painted on the sail, its wings seeming to flap as the canvas rippled and billowed. The acceleration was immediately apparent, and the deck suddenly tilted as the Sea Hawk heeled against the wind. The cliffs and rocks of the mouth of the White River were small on the horizon: they were truly underway.

After a while, Calder felt he was less liable to tumble off of his perch with every pitch and roll of the deck and he released his grip on the rope to lean back against the upper strake. When Khemor glanced over, Calder was slightly gratified to note that his thane did not seem to find the motion of the ship any more pleasant than he did.

“Are you warm enough, Thane?” Calder said, leaning close to be heard over the sounds of the sea and the thick fur-lined hood that was pulled up over Khemor’s ears.

“I believe I am as warm as it is possible to be, under the circumstances.”

Behind them, Captain Torden let out a loud laugh. “This is as good a spell of weather as we could hope to have, Thane! Kyne is smiling on us!”

“Let her continue to do so,” Khemor responded.

“And look, Stuhn’s wolves have come to see us off!” Torden stretched out an arm, pointing towards the horizon.

A line of black, triangular fins rose from the ocean, and Calder caught a glimpse of shiny dark forms beneath the surface of the water before they disappeared.

The boat suddenly felt very small.

“Bah, they just think we have a net full of herring,” said Helvyn. The first mate finished securing the line holding the beitass to an iron ring set into the deck before standing and shading his red eyes, looking out towards the dark forms in the waves. “Thieving fetchers.”

The line of fins broke the surface again, closer. Before they had fully sunk beneath the waves a second rank of fins followed them, and this time one of the creatures lifted its blunt head out of the water and a plume of vapor rose into the air. A sharp white oval stood out starkly on the side of its face.

Is that an eye? It’s enormous!

#fic: nostos #oc: khemor gro-skaven #skyrim fanfiction #kb writes #it's not easy being green #wip wednesday #skyrim #tesblr #hot orc always #calder the housecarl #fic: katabasis

[hollow-prey]

I know I should be grateful to the universe that Grimm.jow is such a popular character and thus gets a ton of fanart because there are so many artists who draw him so well. And I am grateful for the amazing art I stumble across! I think it would actually be impossible to run out of Grimm.jow fanart to see.

but oh, what a curse it is when a good chunk of those artists. draw him in the context of ship art. so 98% of art involving Grimm.jow. is ship art (and, obviously, since Cyr isn't a canon character, the other party depicted in said ship art usually isn't me!). Like I see so many good solo pieces of him, but I can't bring myself to view OP's page to find more because I already know most of the posts will be blacklisted so like. why hurt myself.

#ellie rambles #ship: hollow prey

[killinggamebusters]

Alright the humors worn out and now I'm gonna roast this anon entire manifesto before blocking them, TW under cut for lots of nastiness and mentions of torture and death threats and abuse, I shouldn't even give them this honor but honestly I want to be able to roast them forever and have something to point back too and also with my memory I'd start to question if this even happened and that's no fun!

"If you fully admitted that you ship abuse as a coping mechanism and DIDN'T glorify Ouma, didn't reblog shit about how "actually he and Gonta were totally good friends, even though Kokichi constantly abused him, drove him to despair and savored every moment of his execution". Kokichi is a subhuman monster and the only person in all fiction that ACTUALLY DESERVES to suffer through Gold Experience Requiem's infinite death loop. You are a disgusting piece of human garbage that fully deserves to die"

Incredibly funny of you to fucking put a jojo reference in you saying about how awful kokichi is, Dio is worse, I am shipping you with the anon who won't stop calling Kaito a rapist on one of my other blogs. Anyways he's a kiddo in a killing game with a murder total of like 2, he did bad things but, like, saying he's the worst character in all of fiction when making a jojo reference is fucking wild, Dio is right there!! Literally kicking dogs!!!!! Kokichi doesn't kick dogs and is thus an inherently better person

"Have you ever heard of a torture called scaphism? Here's the lovely description: "The king decreed that Mithridates should be put to death in boats; which execution is after the following manner: Taking two boats framed exactly to fit and answer each other, they lie down in one of them the malefactor that suffers, upon his back; then, covering it with the other, and so setting them together that the head, hands, and feet of him are left outside, and the rest of his body lies shut up within, they"

Wow you are so bad at actually explaining things within an ask, you could have summed this up in like 15 words, "its where they shut everything but your hands head and feet in a boat" get to the fucking POINT

"hey find his flesh devoured, and swarms of such noisome creatures preying upon and, as it were, growing to his inwards. In this way Mithridates, after suffering for seventeen days, at last expired." This is what you deserve. "Shou Tucker is totes a good father to Nina that loves her so so much and he TOTALLY HAD to turn her into a chimera because he had no other option" that's what you sound like. Kokichi is a worse person than fucking Junko, because at least Junko forced her classmates and"

God you took so many words to say "you should be eaten and suffer for 17 days" who caressss about the history oh my god im bored to TEARS. Also at least Kokichi's plan worked, Shou Tucker is the shittiest alchemist in the series. I'm also not even sure if this method would work, i would simple manage to get loose, i am built different mithridates.

What did this dude even do im curious now, PFF LOOKING IT UP YOU DIDN'T EVEN GET THE DETAILS RIGHT BITCH WHERE'S MY HONEY AND MILK, ITS NOT EVEN A REAL BOAT IT'S HOLLOW LOGS, there's no even real proof this torture even existed god you're bad at this you might as well shut me in an iron maiden , also the guy killed a guy i guess, I don't actually care, but anyway you wouldn't even do it right I'd be fine

"sister into a killing game BECAUSE SHE GENUINELY LOVED THEM and killing them and making them suffer was a way to bring herself as much despair as possible. Kokichi, however, is just a sadist that enjoys everyone's suffering and doesn't even feel despair when others die. Everything he does is for his own amusement, not for ANY altruistic motive. He PURPOSELY drove Gonta to despair just to see him suffer. He made him kill Miu just so he would see Gonta's despair when he's exposed and executed for"

Did she end the world because she loved them? did she have her sister murder an entire middle school out of love? Did she pluck a guys eye out of love and make him eat it out of love? Did she have the entire student council massacred out of love? Junko deserves better don't drag her into this, she wants to be seen as evil and despairing stop woobifying her it's hurting her. Kokichi's motive was survival, and even if you disagree with that, he says multiple times and in his final words how he was lying to himself to survive. However, even if that WASNT TRUE or it was ALL A LIE his death count is once again two whole people, Maki got two people killed out of sadism as well but I don't see you yelling about her. Even if he was the most evil person ever, he again, only got TWO PEOPLE KILLED, that's NOTHING. Even if he was a sadist who only wanted to torment and hurt people, he ain't the mastermind, and he didn't get to actually do a lot of tormenting. Everything you are saying about Kokichi, is just Junko, and you seem to love her. Hypocrite.

"for killing her. He ENJOYED EVERY SINGLE MOMENT of Gonta's suffering and anguish. Kokichi's crying for Gonta was so obviously fake it is sickening. And don't mention the DRS. They flattened Genocide Jack and Tenko's characters into "bYaKuYa!!!111" and "fUk MaLeS!!!!111" and portrayed Junko, Monaca and Kokichi as almost normal people and not the monsters they actually are in canon. So don't even talk to me like this somehow proves that Kokichi would be friends with Gonta outside the killing game."

Buddy who even brought up Danganronpa S? Wasn't me, they don't even have many interactions in DRS, everything I'm talking about here is straight from the base game don't worry. Also Monaca is like 10. You have got to get better at formatting this it's so hard to follow. Even if Kokichi enjoyed all that suffering, Mikan is right there, having her kills actually be about despair, and yet you only focus on Kokichi like this is a unique sin, curious.

"You deserve to rot in the garbage, eaten by maggots. You don't deserve to be treated as a human being, to have human rights. You are a piece of garbage. You deserve to have your bones shattered and left to rot in a garbage container.You are an abuse apologist and a victim blamer.Kokichi just used Gonta as a tool because Gonta's nonexistent social skills, his low self esteem and desire to do ANYTHING to be useful, to finally be able to help his friends made him a perfect target for Kokichi."

I am at MOST an abuse apologist by your logic as I have never once said Gonta deserved to die, just that Gonta made his choice and even afterwards of getting caught he didn't regret it. It's not abuse though, it never was abuse, abuse is a PATTERN of behavior, one incident, two if you count the meet and greet, is not enough to set that pattern in stone. Especially when Gonta already got his revenge for the meet and greet.

While Gonta was the perfect target, it's not abuse, that's not what abuse is. Kokichi flashed Gonta with the light and told him his plan, while he definitely was manipulative, that's not abuse. You're just spouting buzzwords at this point. Also incredibly funny to call ME the abuse apologists when YOU'RE sending me graphic death threats, like buddy, I don't know how to tell you that you're the aggressor here

Kokichi never cared about Gonta.You deserve to die a slow, agonizing death by getting your guts pulled out. Everyone would be happy if you died. Everyone. Your father, your mother, your siblings, you are just a burden for them. They would be really happy if you died.

HA that's so fucking weak, you don't know me or my situation, you don't know my friends. Sorry you have friends who would disown you for shipping something they don't like, my friends enable and care about me. While my parents are incredibly patient and kind with me. Getting my guts pulled out is kinda erotic though can you do it tenderly for me? I mean not like I'd ask you, I know exactly which friend I'd go to if I wanted someone to hold my guts tenderly.

Gonta himself said that he doesn't trust Kokichi anymore after Chapter 2's events. Most likely, he doesn't even consider Kokichi his friend. I don't know where you the idea that they were "FRIENDS UWU" in any way. They weren't. Kokichi's tears for Gonta were clearly COMPLETELY FAKE, only meant to give his evil rant more impact to maake others believe that maybe he did care about Gonta after all only to make his reveal more painful. It very clearly ISN'T genuine in any way.

Boy howdy I love how things are up to interpretation in this series and how people can have rational discussions about how they perceive the same event. Just kidding, you're unhinged! Anyways you can not trust someone but also still care about them Gonta did not want Kokichi to die, Gonta cares about all of his classmates, Gonta cares. To assume otherwise goes against everything Gonta stands for. He's not a toddler, he can have nuance about people. He's a smarter lad then you give him credit for.

Gonta was groomed and manipulated into becoming a murder weapon. He's not to blame for Miu's death AT ALL. Gonta was manipulated. Manipulation isn't just forcing someone to do it with a threat. Kokichi wrongfully convinced him that it was for the better, taking advantage of Gonta's low self-esteem and desperation to help others. You've never been manipulated or abused in your life if you're saying Gonta could've just declined. It's not easy to just decline your abuser. Abusers can pressure you

Not what grooming means in the slightest but thanks for trying. You're just repeating yourself at this point, pathetic. Everyone was desperate that trial, what happened is a tragedy, but to deny Gonta any blame is to deny Gonta any agency he is not a helpless toddler. He is AWARE Kokichi is a liar, he is AWARE of what Kokichi does, and even if he is manipulated, he categorically does not regret as alter ego gonta, he's so sad it happened, but he still thinks its for the best they don't know the truth. Gonta agreed with Kokichi that there is no happy ending with the knowledge of the outside world.

And as for when Gonta says "Don't blame Kokichi anymore", you'd be a complete moron to trust GONTA in this situation. Gonta is THE LEAST VALID PERSON to trust in this case. Have you ever heard of Stockholm Syndrome? Many real-life cases of abuse have similar patterns of victims. While Stockholm syndrome is commonly associated with a hostage or kidnapping situation, it can apply to abusive relationships, when the abuse victim begins to express love for their abuser.

Stockholm Syndrome isn't fucking real, it's a fun trope, but it was not, and never was real. Please do research. It's basically the modern day hysterical woman, oh my god. Even if it was true, that's not how it is even theorized to work, the plan took place over like, less then an hour, that's not enough time for ANYTHING to set in. For what you're theorizing to even have a chance to be true they would have to be locked together in this scheme for DAYS. Please google fawn response as well, you'd have better luck making a point with that.

Gonta says to not blame Kokichi because Gonta knows he made his own choice, and would make it again, and most importantly, he wants everyone to GET ALONG. He doesn't want Kokichi to be hated, he wants everyone happy. This isn't him being "omg kokichi is so special rawrxD" its "im going to die, and all i ever wanted was everyone here happy, so please, don't hate each other"

And then I guess the spam filter or whatever stopped them from sending anymore because that's a weird place to end it. Anyways this was very cathartic for me and I may do a research paper on this in the future.

TLDR; we should like, have kids and see what they think of gonta and ouma that'd be fascinating

[hollysoda]

vivid

(Based on what Wind said in Sunset 11. This is actually sort of based on a fic idea I’ve had laying around as well)

Twilight was there. He was standing, skin no longer a sickly white, the bandages wrapped around his midsection discarded. He was smiling at Wind. It was a smile that made Wind feel safe in most situations.

Though he wasn’t entirely sure about this situation. They weren’t in the inn he fell asleep in. Instead, they were on a half-sunken ship, dark waters surrounding them and the sky filled with ominous purple clouds. “Twilight, what’s going on?” He asked hesitantly.

Twilight didn’t reply. He just stood there, smiling, until the waters around them began to shake and sway. Wind stumbled, trying to keep his balance. Something gurgled from below. Two black tentacles, each with a bright red-yellow eye on them, leapt from the water and wrapped around Twilight, dragging him to the edge of the rickety platform they stood on.

Wind’s blood ran cold.

The squid like body rose from the depths with a tight grip around Twilight. It’s singular eye glared deep into Wind’s soul before it’s sharp teeth latched onto Twilight’s back with a snap. Twilight convulsed, body quickly falling limp as the monster continued to wrap itself around its prey.

Wind reached back to draw his sword.

Twilight’s complexion became purple and zombified. The monster rested upon his back, tentacles flailing out. “Wind…” he mumbled, voice hoarse. “I’m sorry…”

“Come on Twilight, you have to fight it!” He shouted. He couldn’t do this again.

Twilight groaned, and the monster growled, tentacles moving to Twilight’s chest to touch the Shadow Crystal. In a flurry of black shards mixed with purple smoke, the large form of a wolf stumbled before him. It snarled, thrashing its head side to side for a moment before it’s hollow gaze settled on Wind.

“You… you need to fight this!” Wind shouted once more. The hand holding the Phantom Sword trembled.

The wolf barked, crouching back, before lunging at Wind.

Wind closed his eyes.

And woke up in a bed, chest rising and falling rapidly, sweat trickling down his cheek.

It was just a dream, a strangely vivid dream. Twilight was going to be fine, he was certain of it.

Or at least he hoped he could be…

#sorry it took a little while to start these #artfight teams were announced and it’s got me motivated to make refs #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu wind #lu twilight #linkeduniverse wind #linkeduniverse twilight #bellum #lu fics #linkeduniverse fics

[bracketsoffear]

Van Pelt (Jumanji) "“A hunter from the darkest wild makes you feel just like a child” - Van Pelt’s Jumanji clue

A cunning, murderous, and destructive maniac summoned by a game to murder unsuspecting game players, he hunts anyone unfortunate enough to roll the dice and mark themselves as prey. He is the classic rapacious english hunter, wearing the appropriate tire and displaying suitable bloodlust. But make no mistake, it’s hunting he loves, not murder—in the movie after actually catching his quarry, he orders Alan to run so that he may chase. Van Pelt is here to make The Most Dangerous game family inclusive—now all ages can play, and it doesn’t matter if you’re unarmed!"

General Zaroff (The Most Dangerous Game) "General Zaroff has travelled the world to hunt every game animal known to man. Eventually he became too good at killing things driven solely by instinct and was shocked and distraught to find that the chase had lost its thrill. To remedy this, he invented an exciting new animal to hunt: people! Zaroff owns a private island and has installed traps to wreck passing ships - any survivors are locked in his basement until he's ready for a bit of sport. The quarry is given food, a knife and a three hour headstart into the jungle. If they can evade Zaroff for three days they get to leave. None so far have. If it's too easy he might even play some cat-and-mouse games to prolong the fun and inspire some terror."

Hunter (Hollow Knight) "As his name implies, hunting is his Whole Deal. He gives the player character the Hunter’s Journal, which unlocks his notes after you kill enough of a type of enemy. This encourages players to try and kill everything, to hunt down certain types of enemies, to wipe out creatures that aren’t even a threat to you. Also every note is about how fun hunting is and how much he loves Killing Murdering everything."

#hunt poll #the hunt #the magnus archives #poll #redemption bracket #jumanji #hollow knight #the most dangerous game

[nessie-gun]

Fic Masterpost

Hello all,

I have decided to link my fics to a masterpost here. I intend to try to write more and post more on Tumblr, so I'll update it as I go.

Fair warning - I might write for ships you don't like. Please feel free to block the tags or block me. Either way, no hard feelings.

Rated T:

Betrayal: Oneshot (Now Out of Date With New Lore)

Ships: Loba/Revenant

Summary: Kairi's been acting skittish, and Loba knows just who to ask about it.

Commonality: Oneshot

Ships: Loba/Revenant

Summary: Loba realizes she has more in common with Revenant than she cares to admit.

In The Cards: Oneshot | Collab with @the-mechanica

Ships: Catalyst/Revenant

Summary: Catalyst ends up reading the simulacrum his cards.

Life & Death at the Burning Edge!: Oneshot | Collab with @the-mechanica

Ship: Loba & Revenant.

Summary: Loba takes her revenge on Revenant for sending her a creepy Halloween text. (Collab with @the-mechanica)

Rated E:

Chase: Oneshot

Ships: Loba/Bloodhound

Summary: Tracking gets Bloodhound's blood hot. Their prey? The she-wolf herself, Loba Andrade.

Five's an Uprising | Oneshot

Ships: Loba/Revenant

If two's company, and three's a crowd... what does that make five? - Revenant wants to thank Loba for all she's done for him. After all, what's ultimate power if you can't have a bit of fun with it?

From the Ashes : Multichapter | Sequel to MAD

Ships: Loba/Revenant, Loba/Bloodhound, Catalyst/Revenant, Bloodhound/Fuse.

Two old contenders reenter the Games, and in doing so, reveal a sinister plot.

Like a Moth to a Flame: Oneshot

Ships: Loba/Revenant

Summary: After breaking up with Kairi, Loba tries dating again. Her only problem? Revenant loves crashing her dates. It could be worse. He has his uses, after all.

Mutually Assured Destruction: Multichapter

Ships: Loba/Revenant, Fuse/Bloodhound, Kairi/Loba, Loba/Bloodhound.

Summary: Loba's obsessed with torment. Revenant's obsessed with revenge. This brand of obsession has a tendency to evolve - to warp into something new. Something malicious. Something *wrong*. Obsession has consequences... for everyone.

No Time for Regret: Multichapter | Collab with @the-mechanica

Ships: Loba/Revenant

Summary: Loba never considered herself one to not think things through. Which is why, when given the opportunity to go back in time to be the one who kills Kaleb Cross, she took it. Now, when faced with the actual hitman, she may have to consider otherwise.

Only You: Oneshot | Collab with @the-mechanica

Ships: Loba/Revenant

Summary: After stealing her fan during a match, Revenant comes to Loba with proposition. Part 4 of The Hollow series

Osculum Obscenum: Oneshot

Ships: Catalyst/Revenant.

Summary: Kairi tries her luck with Tressa. Tressa has other interests.

Out of My Head: Oneshot | Collab with @the-mechanica

Ships: Loba/Revenant

Summary: After catching Kairi in a lie, Loba takes herself dancing. Part 5 of The Hollow series

Quickie in the Thick of It: Oneshot

Ships: Fuse/Bloodhound, Loba/Bloodhound.

Summary: Stormpoint is immense. Sometimes, it takes an entire game before Hound sees a living soul. Luckily for them, the distance means that they can have a bit of fun.

Returning the Favor: Oneshot | Related to Quickie

Ships: Fuse/Bloodhound/Loba

Summary: Loba, Bloodhound, and Walter get a little cozy after a match on Stormpoint.

The Wolf, the Witch, and the Demonio: Oneshot | Sequel to Osculum Obscenum

Ships: Loba/Catalyst, Catalyst/Revenant, Loba/Catalyst/Revenant.

Summary: Tressa piques Loba's interest, and receives an interesting proposition from her lover in response.

"Trouble in Paradise": Oneshot | Collab with @the-mechanica

Ships: Loba/Revenant

Summary: Kairi bears witness to her girlfriend feuding with her own personal demon. Part 3 of The Hollow series

DNI border by @cafekitsune

#lobarev #loba/revenant #revloba #revenant/loba #sim writes #my fanfics

[silverwings22]

Song of the Sea: Chapter 35: Golden Light

Chapter Warnings: explicit smut, discussion of medical torture, discussion of unethical medical practices Series Warning: explicit smut, alien anatomy (it's a monsterfucker fic, guys), major character injury, grief, canon typical violence, autistic meltdowns, and my terrible attempts at Mando'a

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Tech was asleep, arm over her stomach, when Shiani woke up. Normally, he woke up before her and fell asleep after unless she bullied him into bed with those big eyes of hers… but not this morning. Today, the warmth of the island was cozy around them. There was nothing to fix on the ship, there were no pressing dangers, and their day off from rebuilding Lower Pabu meant that she and Tech got to sleep in. 

She didn’t move, not wanting to disturb him as she listened to him breathe for a while, until she heard Omega wake up across the ship. “Hunter, can I go down to the beach?” The little girl called, and Tech stirred behind Shiani. 

“Ask me after my caf.” The sergeant yawned. “Gimme like… fifteen minutes.” 

“Mn… what is the likelihood he saved me a cup of caf?” Tech mumbled against the back of her neck. 

“You won’t know until you get up.” She laughed softly. “Should I wait to ask what you want to do today?”

He squinted, half sitting up and reaching for his goggles. “I believe I need to get another venom sample, and then we can decide.”

Shiani laughed again. “Alright. C’mon, I’ll fix your caf while you wash your face.” 

He smiled sleepily at her, his hair a mess. He had reason for it to be, the ghost of last night’s desire lingering in the form of hickies down the side of his neck and collarbones. “Thank you, cyar’ika.” 

She wiggled out from the bunk and slid down gracefully, landing on the balls of her feet. She was wearing his shirt, which she had started doing at every opportunity since they’d moved onto Pabu. “Hunter! You leave caf for us?”

“If there’s none left, blame Wrecker.” Hunter chuckled, fixing his bandana onto his head after brushing his hair. “I think there’s enough for a cup or two.”

“Good.” She happily made a cup the way she knew Tech liked it, then her own with too much sweet cream and dumped over ice with a funny shaped straw Omega had found for her. “Caf!”

“With the amount of sugar in yours, it’s not even caf anymore.” Wrecker snickered.

“You like sugar too.” She sniffled, but grinned. She loved starting her morning with the banter. It felt like belonging. 

Tech walked out of the fresher fully dressed and his hair fixed, and she handed him his cup. “Thank you. Here, before you drink anything. Mouth open, please.” 

She set her cup down and opened her mouth as wide as it would go, Tech slipping a glass covered with a thin duraplastoid film between her teeth. She sank her fangs into it, and Wrecker made a face when a drizzle of greenish-yellow venom started filling the glass. “You’re still doing that?”

“Yes. Now that I am not engaged in constant repairs, I have time for interesting things.” Tech nodded, waiting until the droplets stopped flowing from his wife’s hollow fangs. “That is sufficient, Shiani.”

She unclenched her jaw and flexed it back into place before bringing her yellow loop-de-loop straw to her mouth. “He’s trying to make himself immune.” She giggled. 

“I believe I am near a breakthrough.” Tech leaned over and kissed her cheek. “It is a neurotoxin, similar to tetrodotoxin found in certain fish species. It affects the nervous system, stalling transmission of signals throughout the body. That is why anyone bitten becomes unconscious and has severe itching; their nerves are misfiring. In something small like your natural prey,, it would be entirely lethal.” He launched into his early morning info-dump as she drank her caf, sipping his between sentences. Omega was grinning around her breakfast of fruit, while Wrecker and Hunter had clearly quit listening and were just nodding out of habit. 

Shiani smiled and winked at Omega. “Well, I’m going to take a walk after he puts that in the spinny thing”

“Centrifuge, cyar’ika.” Tech corrected, watching her out of the corner of his eye. Small bubbles were starting to circulate inside her straw as she reached the end of her caf. 

“Centri-spinny. I know to fix it if it stops working, but dunno how to use it.” She giggled to Omega. “I wanna go look at the market and go swimming today.”

“I thought we agreed we would start letting Omega fly the ship some time this week.” Tech glanced back at his sister, wondering if her eagerness to pilot would overcome Shiani’s desire to explore. He didn’t mind whichever one of them won out, enjoying getting to teach Omega just as much as he wanted to explore the island now that he had a day off to do so.

Hunter chuckled as Omega looked thoughtful. “How about Tech takes you flying tomorrow. Wrecker was going to go fishing anyway, didn’t you want to go to the beach?”

Omega nodded. “What are you going to do today?”

“Organize supplies so we can have more space, since we’re settling in. I don’t recommend sharing a room with married people.” Hunter made a face at Shiani and Tech. The genius clone looked slightly red in the face. Shiani looked incredibly smug and unashamed. 

Hunterand Wrecker hadn’t come home til last last night. If she and Tech had locked them out of the bunkroom for a little while… it was for their own good. 

Wrecker ruffled Omega’s hair. “Go get your beach stuff. We’ll make a sand castle.” 

Omega nodded and darted off, while Shiani went to get dressed for the day. She unburied her bathingsuit and put it on under her overalls, then slipped on a pair of flats instead of her boots. 

Tech was waiting on her and she took him by the hand to steer him out of the ship. “Bye Hunter!”

“Bye, Shiani. See you this afternoon.” He waved, and they were off for the day. 

Tech smiled faintly as she led him down the footpath, holding his hand firmly. “You’re eager today, aren’t you?”

“We spend all our time fixing and building. Today, we enjoy what we built.” She looked back at him, eyes bright. “Normally, we get breakfast from Lyana and Shep. Today, let’s buy our own at the market. I have credits for it.”

“Where did you get credits?” He raised an eyebrow. “We are rebuilding Lower Pabu in exchange for a place to live. Credits were not a part of the arrangement.”

“No. But sometimes people give me credits if I sing when I’m walking home from working.” She shrugged. “Baby Mega told me to get a piggy bank, but I could only find an empty jelly jar. It works just fine.” She grinned. They walked into the bustling marketplace right between Upper and Lower Pabu, where fish vendors were selling their catch of the morning and fruit stalls overflowed with ripe and sweet bounty. Street food carts moved between the stationary locations, the smells mingling together in a way that made the ever-hungry siren’s mouth water. “Let’s try something we’ve never had before.”

“That is financially irresponsible. If you have never tried something, you do not know if you will enjoy it. If you do not, you have wasted the credits when you could have gotten something you do enjoy.” Tech frowned. 

“Not wasted if you have a new experience. Those are worth more than credits.” She walked over to a stall selling balls of fried dough filled with pieces of octopus inside. They came in orders of six, so Shiani got one to share. “Here, try.”

He took one out of the container and frowned. “I find it surprising you choose to eat octopus. Does it not feel adjacent to canibalism?” 

Shiani speared one of the snacks on her claws. “That’s like me saying it’s cannibalism if you eat a moon-yo. Besides, I eat anything that won’t eat me first.” She popped it into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully. “Ooh. This is good.”

Tech tried the morsel himself. “This is actually quite good.”

“Told you it was worth the risk. And besides, octopus is always better when it’s cooked.” She gave him another one as they walked through the marker. 

“So you’ve eaten it raw.”

“I ate most things raw when I was exiled. Sirens cook on thermal vents on the ocean floor. We have pipes from central vents into houses, and the power grid follows the same patterns.” She explained. 

When they finished this treat, Shiani turned around and got them an order of dumplings and a meiloorun to take down to the beach. Tech let her pull him along, recording his favorite view. Shiani, holding his hand as she led the way.

“What experience do you have planned now, cyar’ika?” 

“We were always working on something on Kamino. Today, I want to play.” She grinned, looking back at him. “I want to show you how beautiful the world I came from can be.” 

He blinked at her adorably earnest expression, then smiled a little brighter as his eyes drifted to her hand holding his. “How do you plan to do that?” Squeeze squeeze squeeze.

“Diving.” They made it to the beach, Shiani reaching into her bag and pulling out a blanket. She spread it out and sat their things down. “Leave your armor and datapad, and we’ll go.”

Tech raised an eyebrow. “Our things could be taken.”

“Not on Pabu.” She sat on the blanket and started unbuckling her overalls. “It’s safe here. It’s the only safe place we’ve ever been. Besides, we don’t need a repeat of the day we met, do we?” 

“I suppose not.” He chuckled quietly and took off his belt. She was right. He’d never been anywhere safe, bred for a war he had no stake in and abandoned by the Republic he’d served faithfully. Kamino had its dangers, even when he was a cadet when any failure could result in decommissioning. The war and everything after had only followed in its footsteps… She’d been born into a crumbling city surrounded by predators and her own people’s fear. Here on Pabu, however, they could finally relax. 

He dropped his vest, bags, and boots. When he looked up, Shiani had dropped her overalls entirely. She was standing by the edge of the towel and stretching, and he admired the delicate slope of her neck and curve of her hips in the yellow swimsuit. It was a bikini, the top designed similarly to a sleeveless wetsuit and the bottoms were short-shorts. “I do not recall that outfit being in your clothing cubby.” 

She laughed, propping a hand on her hip. He tried not to stare too long at her wasp waist and abs as she did. “Omega told Lyana my favorite color is yellow, so she and Shep found me this. I just haven’t had a chance to wear it.” 

“You look… astounding.” He breathed, letting her take his hand again as she led him to the water. 

“Good. Come here, I can’t wait for you to see this.” Her happy smile was infectious, and he followed her into the water. 

She kept her form once they were underwater, kicking her legs to swim at his pace until they were out by the reef’s edge beyond the fishing zones. The morning sun scattered rays of light through the water, dappling patterns that could be seen all the way to the bottom. “Kamino was never this warm.” She floated next to him, looking up at the sky. “And there weren't any birds.”

“There was no land for them to nest on, so they went extinct in the initial flood.” He nodded. “Only fully aquatic species survived the climate shift, unless they were genetically preserved by the longnecks.”

Shiani smiled, though there was a bittersweet edge to it. She’d feared and resented the longnecks, but that didn’t mean the’d deserved to be wiped out. The Empire had done that, just like they’d killed all the Jedi who might have understood the way the galaxy sang to her “They never knew how much life was really down there.” 

“Is Pabu’s sea as alive as Kamino?” Tech turned his head to look at her, cradled in the water’s embrace. 

“Let me show you. Got you rebreather?.” She flipped around and let him get the device in his mouth before pulling him down below the waves. 

The reef here was so colorful, shoals of fish patrolling corals of every color imaginable. Shiani brought him close, showing him striped fish living inside stinging anemones and eels peeking gape-mouthed out of holes in the stone and coral. His eyes lit up, fascinated, and he swam closer to explore while she kept an eye on him.

They made their way through the reef, investigating every little cranny they could find. There were turtles who swam like they were flying in their hunt for jellyfish, rays that flapped and stirred sand when they were startled by the duo’s shadow passing above them, and little crevices that fish had hidden their eggs in. She let curious reef fish swim into her hands and showed them to Tech, letting him pet them like they were tooka kittens they’d found. When he found a bizarre corkscrew shaped item, he curiously picked it up and examined it. It was firm but flexible, felt hollow, but had weight to it. 

Shiani tapped his arm and signed, grinning at his fascinated. “Certain type of shark egg.”

Tech carefully set it back down and nodded, smiling before he gestured for them to surface again. When they popped above the water, he took the rebreather from his mouth and pulled her closer. “You were correct. It is spectacular down there.”

She giggled, settling her arms around his neck and nuzzling his jawline. “Better than Kamino. Did you see all the eggs? It’ll bloom like springtime on Naboo soon. Kamino struggles, but this place… Pabu is alive.” 

Tech nodded. “What else do you want to see?”

She pointed at a tidepool near a cavern system, a secure little semi circle of rocks that couldn’t be seen from the city above. “Let’s check that out.”

He nodded agreeably, and they swam over to investigate. 

There were a few little guppies and starfish clinging to the rocks, but was secure and full of shallow water gone warm from the sun. Shiani giggled and swam in tight circles in the bare knee-deep water, expression relaxed and content. Tech was finally safe, and he looked happy now. That was all she’d wanted since she’d first spotted him sinking far below the surface of Kamino. Tech deserved to be happy.

She was startled when he pulled her into his lap suddenly, bringing her mouth to his almost reverently. She felt it in her chest, a flipped switch in him of desire. “Someone’s happy to see me.” She teased when he was forced to breathe, the siren grinding her hips teasingly against the evident bulge in the front of his pants. 

“I cannot help myself.” Tech rested his chin in her chest to look up at her. “I simply realized I never appreciated how beautiful you truly are when you are happy.” 

Shiani hummed, running her fingers softly through his hair. “You make me happy, Tech.” 

Tech smiled, his own fingertips tracing the curve of her bottom lip. “That smile is the most valuable thing I have ever created.” 

Shiani’s grin brightened, and she pushed his back against the stones that encircled them, slithering down his lap. That playful expression he knew always ended with her hands on him was tinging across her face, and it stirred his own need into something that burned low in his stomach. “Want to see how long I can hold my breath?” She giggled.

“You do not need to hold your-” He started, but she vanished under the water and started pulling open the fastening of his pants. “Oh. You were teasin- ah…” She was quick, and before he could fully process what she was doing she had worked him out of his pants and dropped her mouth around his cock. He groaned between his teeth, reaching out to trace the patterns of faintly pulsing light that flickered across her skin with every movement she made. His pretty siren, his beautiful bride who took the time to listen whenever he spoke, who understood the way he conducted himself, who loved him despite all the times he’d probably driven her out of her mind… When he’d sunk in the middle of an aquatics exercise as a cadet, he’d never thought he’d end up in love with the woman who rescued him. Let alone on an island in the middle of nowhere, a deserter with no regrets about running. 

The Empire would have put Shiani in a cage. He could hold her in his arms instead. 

He found himself holding one of her hands as she swallowed around him, unable to keep coherent thoughts. But he could squeeze and count to three, and she knew he loved her more than anything in the galaxy. 

She let off of him when his legs started to tremble under her tentacles, smug little face half surfacing to grin at him with a wiggle of her ear fins. Tech was breathing hard, and licked his lips. “You are teasing.”

“It’s fun.” She cooed, climbing back up his body to straddle his waist. “And I always give you want you want eventually, don’t I?”

“You are what I want. However you are there.” He said honestly. He had never been good with flowery phrases, but sometimes he knew what romance writers meant. Sometimes he felt that bone-deep ache to consume each other to the soul, until nothing was left of either of them and they'd melted into the molecules of the other in a way that couldn't be untangled. If his atoms could twine their way into Shiani’s and sail away into the stardust they’d once come from, he might begin to believe in the idea of a heavenly afterlife.

Shiani kissed him again, one leg flexing up so she could pull it out of her bottoms and leave it hanging around the other thigh like a garter. Then she could take Tech back in hand and guide herself down, gasping pleasantly as he took his place in the warmth of her insides. He filled her perfectly, like a missing piece she hadn’t realized she needed until he was there. He had his arms wrapped around tightly around her waist as she cupped his face, both of them rolling against each other slow and steady. It felt like the cycle of the tides, the waves lapping at the shore, and every other perfect process of nature that turned planets and sent stars shooting across the sky. 

Loving Tech was easy. No matter what happened, it was the easiest thing she’d ever done. Every hard thing that had followed made perfect sense whenever she experienced what his love in return felt like. And today it felt simple, languid and unhurried as she rocked her hips and swallowed every needy little sound her brilliant lover could make. 

She made up for every time she’d fantasized about him in her lonely little cavern on Kamino, every time her pelvis met his and he pressed into the electric place inside her was a promise. 

I love you.

I’ll always love you. 

You mean everything to me. 

I’ll never give up on you.

When the spool of winding magma in Shiani’s belly got tighter and tighter, she pressed her head to his and gently tugged his jaw up until he was looking at her with hazy eyes. She smiled and kissed his forehead, recalling dimly he’d mentioned the idea the brain was the seat of personality and the part of her he loved the most. So, with her lips right at his brain, she cooed out the lingering and intoxicating note of a siren kiss and watched him come undone from the inside out. 

And his release took hers by the hand and pulled her over right behind him. Of course it did. She followed Tech, to death to ecstasy. That was where Shiani belonged. 

She dropped her head onto his shoulder and kissed it, panting as she felt his heavy breath against her skin. He squeezed her to his chest, three times slowly as he tried to remember how his limbs worked. A siren kiss was the most deliciously disorienting thing he’d ever experienced. “We should take days off more often.” She breathed. 

“I agree.” Tech chuckled weakly. “Did you have any other plans for today?”

“Go back to the blanket, eat that meiloorun, take a nap in the sun, and watch the meteor shower that’s supposed to go by tonight. Mr. Eenta told me about it. I’ve never seen one before.”

Tech nosed against her cheek. “I think that is an excellent itinerary, cyar’ika.”

Tech had kept his promise of letting Omega behind the controls of the Havoc Marauder, which meant a lot of afternoons practicing takeoff and landing. His wayward little sister was getting better as a pilot, but teaching her was far more stressful than teaching Shiani had been. 

Maybe it was because Omega insisted Shiani come with them for all their training sessions, which meant she was whooping in the background while Tech held on for dear life in the copilot’s seat. 

“That was better, wasn’t it Tech? The altitude alarms didn’t even go off this time.” Omega grinned at him as she brought them back up from a low swoop. 

“That is because they shorted out the last time we did this.” Tech adjusted his goggles. “But yes, you have improved under my teaching method.”

Shiani was strapped in in the seat behind them, and had been holding her arms and tentacles in the air like she’d been on a roller coaster. She lowered them with a peep at Tech. “You didn’t tell me the alarms were broken! I’ll fix them this afternoon.” 

Tech turned to look at her, smiling fondly. Wrecker had often accused him of being overly serious and never smiling, but lately he couldn’t stop. Just watching Shiani walk from the ship to the Archium every morning had him beaming into his caf. “You were fixing the long range transmitter so Hunter could talk to Echo.”

She nodded sagely. “He’s coming to see us soon. I need to make sure he hasn’t messed up his arm. But still, tell me things when they break! What good is a mechanic with nothing to fix?”

“You are also a skilled pilot, talented singer, and extremely efficient assistant to the fishermen here on Pabu.” He pointed out. 

She rolled her eyes, but was still smiling. “Hey, Baby Mega. Try a sharp swing back with zero thruster pull.”

“The Tech turn?” Omega’s eyes glittered. 

Yeah! Tech turn!” Shiani grabbed her restraints as Omega took off at high speed to perform the maneuver. Tech grabbed onto his seat as he soul tried to escape his body. Teaching pre-teens to fly was terrifying, and he’d been in a war. 

Shiani was giggling behind him, absolutely having encouraged this just to see him gasp and cling to his chair, when the comm went off. Omega slowed them back down to look at it. 

“Havoc 4 to Havoc 5.” 

“It’s Echo!” Omega grinned. “Havoc 5 to Havoc 4! I copy!”

“Looks like you’ve been keeping up with your training. How about let’s see what you’ve learned? I’ll race you to the landing zone.”

“You’re on!” Omega gunned the engine, slinging Tech nearly out of his chair. Shiani caught him with a tentacle and grinned when he glanced back, winking at her mate. He shook his head with a wry smile and righted himself for a high-speed but bumpy landing. Omega was improving, certainly, but she was still young. She’d need plenty of practice.

When she set the ship out, his legs were a little wobbly. Omega ran ahead to jump bodily into Echo’s arms, while Shiani hung back to give Tech a kiss on the cheek. “You okay?”

“You recommended that zero-thruster pull just to upset my equilibrium, didn’t you?” He slipped an arm around her to walk over and shake Echo’s hand. 

“It’s a Tech turn, and it’s a great tool for her to have.” She insisted, still grinning. 

“That is not what it is called… but I do like it.” He got to Echo and Shiani gave the cyborg a hug while he was still holding Omega on his hip. 

“Missed you, Echo. How’s the arm?”

“Best piece of equipment I’ve ever had.” He grinned, letting her inspect it. “And I’ve put it through its paces. It just has a slight delay to my amplifier.” He tapped the halo of metal around his head. “Think you could take a look at that for me? It works without it but everything’s faster when it’s in sync.”

Shiani nodded. “I’ll fix it. You had something for Tech to decrypt, right?”

Echo nodded and gently set Omega down before pulling out a datastick. “We got this over Balmorra, after we intercepted a ship full of arrested clones. The Empire had something terrible planned for them, and we need to find out what.”

“I will get right on it.” Tech nodded, taking the datapad. 

“I’ll fix your arm.” Shiani held out her hands and Echo made a wry face before handing her both the prosthetic and amplifier off his head. 

“I forget you have ears.” Omega snickered. “

“While those two work, why don’t we show you what we’ve been working on?” Hunter offered. “And get you something to eat. They’ve been looking after us here.”

Echo nodded. “I’m surprised you’re not back on Ord Mantell with Cid.”

“We’re evaluating things.” Hunter shook his head.

Omega took his good hand. “Shiani says she’ll bite Cid if she sees her again. I think we had to move.” 

“He bent the uplink transponder. It was inside the housing, I have no idea how he managed to do that.” Shiani complained to Tech as she finished up the repairs on Echo’s arm. She’d been mostly quiet so he could concentrate on the decryption, but he was waiting on something to download at the moment so it was safe to talk. Or… she had thought so until he turned around in the bridge chair and looked at her. 

There was a spike of something sharp and anxious in his eyes. “Shiani… can you come here for a moment. I need you to confirm something.”

The siren nodded, leaving the arm and amplifier on the workbench and walking over to him. “Yes?”

He waved her to a section of the holoscreen. “Do you see anything unusual in this manifest? I need to be sure this is not… wishful thinking.”

Her eyes canned down a list of numbers, frowning as she realized they were clone CTs. Four digit codes the longnecks assigned in place of giving men names and treating them like people. It was sickening, and she- “CT-9904.” She paused. “... doesn’t everyone in this unit start with 99?” 

“Yes, in order of decanting.” He nodded. 

Shiani frowned. “You told me Hunter was the oldest a long time ago. You were second, then Wrecker… that’s Crosshair’s CT number.”

Tech nodded. “That was what I thought… I was hoping to be wrong.”

“You’re seldom wrong.” She put a hand on his shoulder. “If Crosshair’s on this manifest, he was transported with the other clones.”

“He was arrested by the Empire.” Tech nodded. 

“Which means he turned on the Empire.” She leaned over. “I told you he was still in there, Tech.”

“You did. I ran a check over our disused comm frequencies and found a transmission from Crosshair’s old code. I… believe the others should be here before I play it.” His knuckles were white as he clutched the armrest of the seat. “I will explain what all I found when they get here.”

“I’ll comm them.” She put her hand on his back. “Are you alright?”

“I am anticipating a likely argument that will be exceptionally unpleasant.” He closed his eyes. “Hunter has mitigated risks and protected us since the fall of the Republic, and I am grateful for his leadership. However… this new data indicates Crosshair is in considerable danger. I could allow him his choices even if I did not understand them, but I cannot tolerate my brother being held captive. We do not leave our own behind. If Hunter does not agree, I will have to figure this out on my own.”

“Never on your own, Tech. I’ll be right beside you.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek gently. “Always.” 

“Thank you, cyare.”

Shiani hit her comm. “Everybody come back to the ship for a debrief on the decryption, please.”

While they waited, she put her arms around Tech’s shoulders from behind and held him, cheek pressed against his. She could feel the barest tremble in his spine, so she hummed softly in his ear until they heard the other’s voices. 

He’d been grieving Crosshair’s absence since the day he’d left, and now there was a chance to get him back. It would take him a moment to come to terms with the emotional aspect of it, but there was never any question about his action. Crosshair was his brother. He would never abandon him when he needed it. He was still fidgeting uncomfortably and holding onto Shiani’s hand when Hunter led the squad in for an explaination. "What have you got?" Echo was the first to speak.

"Nothing good, I’m afraid. The ship you hijacked over Balmorra was assigned to the Advanced Science Division."

"I'm not familiar with that." Hunter’s brows furrowed. 

"That is because it was a clandestine operation with no records of its location or purpose. But it was headed by Dr. Royce Hemlock." Tech swallowed the instant revulsion at the name. He was a scientist… Hemlock was a monster. “He was expelled from the Republic science corps for ethical violations involving unauthorized and unorthodox experiments." 

Omega scrutinized the holo of Hemlock’s face, eyebrows scrunched, as she reached for Shiani’s other hand. "Why would they be transferring clones to him?"

"I am not sure. But there is another problem… previous records of transferred clones include Crosshair’s CT number." Tech’s voice went quiet.

“I confirmed he’s on the manifest.” Shiani clarified. “And Tech found a transmission on one of your old comm channels. He was waiting to play it until you got here.” 

“Let’s hear it, Tech.” Echo frowned. 

Tech took a deep breath, almost dreading what he was going to hear, and played the audio file. It was unmistakably Crosshair’s voice, a uniquely serpentine twist on the accent Shiani was so familiar with. She couldn’t help but be struck with how much he sounded like Tech, though, when he was obviously scared. 

"Plan 88. You've got to hide… they're after-"

“The Seeker.” Shiani repeated, on habit after all the training Tech put her through to memorize the plans.

"He may be attempting to warn us we are being targeted." Tech breathed. 

Wrecker’s eyes were wide and his grip on the back of the chair Omega was sitting in tightened. "That means Crosshair turned on the Empire." Shiani could almost taste his hope, the same flickering one she felt from Tech, that they might just get their missing part back.  

"Or setting a trap, as he's done before." Hunter shook his head, turning his head. Tech and Wrecker both stiffened, giving each other glances as they tried to figure out how they were going to convince the sergeant to give rescue a try. 

Shiani turned out to be the answer, her big eyes fixing on the long-haired soldier before looking at Omega pointedly. “Hunter.” Her voice was soft. “You’re not that hard hearted. You love your family.” 

He gritted his teeth. “He’s tried to kill us multiple times.”

“And we are listed as killed on Kamino, which is why the Empire has not continued to hunt us.” Tech said quietly. “Only one person could have reported our deaths after the destruction of Tipoca City… Shiani made the suggest and I looked into it.”

“Crosshair is your brother, and he’s still in there.” Shiani said firmly, looking back at her husband and smiling faintly. She’d made a promise, a long time ago, that she’d never stop looking for Tech if he disappeared. Crosshair was a part of Tech, so… she had to try.  “And we don’t leave our own behind.”

Hunter sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. Omega, who’d been pensively looking at the screen the entire time the adults had been talking, piped up. “She’s right, Hunter. We can’t just let this… Hemlock person hurt him. He’s our brother.”

Hunter sighed. “Alright. Get me some data.” 

Tech fiddled with his datapad. “There is very little information on the Advanced Science Division.” He frowned, frustrated as his searches came up empty. He’d been at it for over an hour.

“There’s even less on Hemlock.” Echo grumbled, getting off the comm with Rex. “None of our contacts had much to say.”

Shiani was sitting next to Echo at the work table, reattaching his arm carefully. “... I know going in blind is… less than ideal. But we’ve pulled off missions for Cid with almost no information for Cid before. We just need to find the base.” 

“I do have one lead from a contact. It’s not much to go on, but it’s a start.” Echo flexed his fingers once she got him attached. “Hemlock is attending a summit called by Governor Tarkin in two rotations, on Eriadu. It’s held at his compound, Raven’s Peak.”

Tech pulled up some information on Eriadu while Shiani nodded. “We could stick a tracker on his ship while he’s in the meeting, and follow him back to wherever his base is. That’s gotta be where they’re keeping Crosshair and the other clones.”

Echo nodded. “Most likely. We’ll have to be careful about it, but we’re a small enough squad with sharp enough skills to make it work.”

“Quick in and out. No one will ever know we’re there.” She smiled, but it faltered when she looked over at Tech. He looked so stressed and tense, adjusting his goggles anxiously. She patted Echo’s wrist before getting up to go back to him. “Hey.”

Tech leaned back against her as she came up behind his chair, looking up at the worried siren. “Hello, cyar’ika.” 

“We’ll get him back, okay?” She leaned over, kissing his forehead upside down. 

“We will be at a tactical disadvantage going into a secure compound.” He murmured, looking at the schematics on his screen. 

“Not the first time.” She stroked his cheeks with her thumbs. 

Hunter, who’d been waiting for an idea between the three nerds, nodded. “Any backup to be expected, Echo?”

“Rex is on another mission, but I think we can handle it.” Echo got his amplifier back on and stretched his shoulder and arm. “Your call, Hunter.”

Hunter glanced at Omega, who’d been looking at the main screen for a long time. Crosshair’s service holo was still up, and he couldn’t help but think she’d never forgive him if he didn’t at least try to save their missing brother. “Alright. We go in quick and quiet, drop the tracker, and get out. We’ll follow Hemlock back to base from a safe distance, and recon before we make a move. We’ll move out in the morning.”

Everyone nodded, and since it was so late they got ready to try to rest. Echo volunteered to put Omega to bed since he’d missed her, while Hunter took a breather on the ramp to get himself ready for one more mission. 

It always felt like just one more mission. The more missions he went on, the more he wanted to put the armor away and forget about being a soldier. He’d be happy here, raising Omega with Tech and Wrecker. Hell, maybe Tech and Shiani would have a kid… But Crosshair needed him. And as broken down as their relationship had become, the sniper was still his little brother. 

Wrecker was quick to start snoring, and Shiani climbed into her bunk next to Tech and rested her head on his chest. “You okay?” She whispered, looking up at him. 

“Yes. Hunter was more receptive to the idea than anticipated.” Tech nodded quietly, thoughts racing more than normal. “This mission will be exceptionally dangerous.”

“But worth the effort.” She cuddled closer. “You’ve missed Crosshair for a long time.”

“Yes. But planting the tracker is not the same as rescuing him. We will have to do that too.”

“I know.” She brought his hand to her lips and kissed it, over the bacta patch on his wrist from his experiments with her venom. “But we can do it. Think about the after, when we all go back to Pabu again. Do you think Crosshair will like it here?”

“He does not like anything.” Tech smiled. “At least not out loud. He will likely complain.”

“That’s okay. We’ll drag him to the beach, or make him look at the nights with us. He’ll find where he fits again.” 

“I like that idea.” He kissed her forehead gently. “We have got to get a bigger domicile, however.”

“We’ll build a house.” Shiani yawned against his chest. “Everybody gets their own bedroom. And more than one fresher.” 

“That would be a significant improvement.” 

Tech didn’t mind the moment of escapism. So many seemingly impossible things had already happened; there was no reason they couldn’t dream. Crosshair had once told him that it was impossible that Tech was ever going to get a girl, due to his idiosyncrasies… so he promised himself once Crosshair was back and okay, he was going to be as smug as possible about Shiani.

#explict #original character #clone force 99 #the bad batch #star wars #fanfic #tbb tech #monster fucker #tech smut

[phoenix-manga]

💎Sea Serpent Lore💎

Sea Serpents are known to be legends among merfolk from all across the oceans, lakes and rivers.

The Sea Witch was belived to have lived in the fossilized body of a dead leviathan that had been hollowed out.

Other than a slight connection with the lore of the sea witch, many merfolk have heard tales long ago that the serpents ruled the seas with fericious power.

Their roars summon whirlpools and hurricanes that decimate ships. Even the waves bow to their sheer might, tsunamis were to be expected by towns who live near the shore long ago.

The phenomenon of the Bermuda Triangle was used among the sailors to avoid a certain part of the ocean. It just so happened to be the area where sea serpents lived in.

Nowadays it is still avoided, though no sea serpents were spotted on the surface waters, storms are still prevalent in that area that it becomes dangerous to traverse through.

💎Serpent Kingdom💎

The Serpent Sea is home to the serpent merfolk, it is located in the deepest depths where the sun does not reach. It is very dangerous for those who aren't used to deep waters.

Not to mention the water pressure can be dangerous for non-deep water merfolk.

Though Cerule visits Azul, she always has bodyguards or her father was around as they leave the depths.

She is never allowed to explore the depths on her own!

Without bioluminescence, you can’t find your way in the dark. Even if you do acquire a light source, you would be a beacon for any rogue sea creatures itching for a meal.

Hence why some merfolk regard serpents as fearsome and even dangerous because they can live there in the depths.

But the stereotypes about serpents aren’t entirely true. The serpents are much more intelligent and have an entire community that is much like any other merfolk community.

Albeit you have to get past the danger and darkness to know.

The kingdom of the serpents can be accessed through a large hole in an oceanic trench. You would have to navigate past maze-like tunnels that are confusing and would lead to dead ends if you are not careful. 

There are even deep sea creatures who will ambush those unsuspecting prey that passes by their tunnel. Serpents know to flash warning lights to scare them off and if they persist then they will simply fend them off.

Such is the way of the darkest depths.

Upon reaching the entrance to the kingdom, it will be guarded by an enormous lobster. The shell is dark as the cave walls making it blend in perfectly for an ambush. And not to mention the shell is strong as volcanic rock, so any firepower made by man or even magic couldn’t do much damage.

This is the guardian of the entrance, and only serpents were permitted to enter and exit.

So, even if you were to try and get past the darkness and find the entrance, without a serpent escorting you, this creature would end you within moments.

The residents of the kingdom lovingly call him, “Levi”.

The actual kingdom is very unusual, there is a large air pocket that is held by a spire-like structure naturally formed in the center. It has been hollowed out to be used as a stairway and fortified with minerals to keep it sturdy. 

The spire is NOT the throne however. It’s located below the spire, in a very deep yet large cavern illuminated by bioluminescent jellyfish, algae and even crystals. The throne room is not the typical fancy chair often seen with royals. 

It is the room where the royals reside, there they lay at the bottom coiled around the flat surface of their dwelling. There is a dome made from a gigantic conch shell that is used to keep the eggs or hatchlings safe. 

The structure of the throne room is less of aesthetic and more of functionality, it keeps the babies safe from any intruder who managed to get past the guardian.

This is technically Cerule’s room and it has soft coral sponges for her bedding and a lot of trinkets she collects are stored there.

💎Two Kinds of Serpents💎

Serpents from the kingdom are more civil though a bit hesitant to socialize with those outside their home. The serpent royalty has only recently been making an effort to attend royal meetings to better their relations with other kingdoms.

Though there are also serpents who live outside the kingdom and they are known as "Rogue serpents".

They often clash with the kingdom serpents that leave either side with scars.

Rogues don't follow any rules and even their speech has become growls and roars. They don't follow the rules of the royals and sometimes would venture out of the depths to cause trouble.

But this only happens when food is scarce.

Also, sea serpents can either be carnivore or herbivore. One can tell by the type of sea creature their serpent form takes after. Anything that has sharp teeth or venomous properties are carnivores.

Those that don't are herbivores, though they are still as fierce as the carnivores they just don't like to fight that often.

Sometimes there can be a mix of the two appearance-wise but as for the diet, it can be either one.

💎Early Stages of Serpents💎

Sea serpents are hatched from eggs which are often plenty in number. The eggs are hatched in giant shells to keep them safe, all serpents would start to venture out of the kingdom to search for shells.

It is their instinct, the male risks his life in the depths to find them for his mate along with any food because the female has to stay and give birth to the eggs.

When they hatch the babies' tails are similar to that of an oarfish, only by reaching their puberty stage can they start to develop other features that mix with the oarfish ones.

Puberty also refers to gaining the ability to turn into their serpent form.

Cerule in this case still hasn't reached her serpent puberty yet as she still looks like an oarfish. But she does hope to have betta fish fins like her mother.

💎Royal Pearl Rites💎

Serpents who have reached puberty must undergo the passage of rite to venture out into the depths and obtain a pearl.

All serpents undergo this trial to prove their might and test their independence.

It is a long and very dangerous journey as they must swim outside their kingdom through the abyss and face other deep see terrors to reach the source of the pearl.

The serpents refer to it as the All Mother of Pearls. It is an enormous clam that has been living for centuries and produces magical pearls that serpent children need to retrieve in order to pass the rite.

The pearls are actually large and quite heavy which makes it difficult to swim back with. Not to mention it was also glowing which attracts unwanted attention.

Once they return with the pearl, they wear it on their forehead as a symbol of their strength and that they are free to leave their safe caverns without the aid of any parent.

Also, the pearls are naturally large but after it is attached to the serpent, it can shrink when they de-transform into a smaller size mermaid.

The pearls are also used to help the young seprents control their power when in serpent form, as they tend to lose a bit of control when transformed.

#headcanons #dca #diamond crown academy #cerule oceana #sea serpent lore #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc