#this is a lot longer than I thought it'd be

[wenutted]

Hello. I'm sorry if this is sudden but I was wondering if you could make a platonic Neuvillette story with a little angst with the reader being the youngest of his 3 children and they were extremely stressed especially after Lyney and Lynette's trial along with Neuvillette and the readers mother getting divorced so their older brother and sister Elliot and Odette who were twins decided to take their little sibling out to get their mind off of everything but when Neuvillette realized his children left he went to the traveller, Paimon and the readers best friend and longtime crush Lyney for help and Neuvillette was not happy his children just left without saying anything. (If you're not okay with writing this that's completely alright and I wish you a good morning/afternoon or good night, you can also change Elliot and Odette's names if you want to)

Platonic!Neuvillette & teen!reader (ft. Uh... ocs, technically, I suppose)

[Warnings]: Spoilers for the Fontaine archon quest, and death

[Notes]: Apologies, but I removed the Lyney part, as I only write platonic characters. I hope you understand!!

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-> Too much.

-> This has all been too much for you.

-> Everything feels like it's happening at once.

-> At first, it had been bearable. As heartbreaking as your parents' divorce was, you and your siblings had long since noticed them falling out of love, and were already expecting it.

However, what you weren't expecting was the long custody battle that took place afterward. Frankly, you didn't understand why either of your parents cared so much, as you weren't particularly close with them. Normally, you, Elliot, and Odette spent most of the time locked away in your rooms, instead of really interacting with your parents.

Regardless, all of the paperwork and court cases were really annoying and stressful.

And as soon as you thought you had gotten a break, everything falls apart again.

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-> Lyney and Lynette's Magic Show was supposed to be a form of relaxation, after all of the stress you've been enduring.

You were incredibly excited. Your good friend, Cowell, had even managed to secure you and your siblings front row seats!

The actual performance itself was spectacular, too! Each act leaving you inching further away from your seat, eyes sparkling.

...Until the finale— where the water tank snapped from its bindings and came crashing down upon the 2nd box— with an all-too-familiar mask floating along the rapidly spreading water.

Your heart sank immediately as the theater fell silent. Cowell, Lyney and Lynette's assistant, had been murdered. Not only that, but a girl had gone missing, too— leading your mind back to several old cases. You were now a first-hand witness to the serial disappearances case.

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-> You didn't even get any time to mourn before the court case began. And you managed to barely hold it together throughout the case.

Elliot and Odette were incredibly worried. They weren't particularly close with Mr. Cowell, but they know you were friends with him, and given how you've basically been teetering on the edge of a breakdown for the past couple weeks, the twins weren't sure how much their baby sibling could take.

Safe to say, as soon as the trial is over, the twins practically drag you out of the Opera Epiclese; more than eager to empty their wallets to take everyone's minds off of the recent tragedy.

In the end you all book a few hotel rooms, and decide it'd be best to just stay in for a while.

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-> To be frank, it takes Neuvillette quite a while to notice his children have disappeared— after all, none of you are particularly close, and he has a lot of paperwork to go through— especially now.

By the time he does notice, it has already been a few days. He tries to remain calm about it, but by the time dinner rolls around and still no one's home, Neuvillette can't help but begin worrying. Where were you all?

Again, Neuvillette tries to wait it out, but the longer you're gone, the more he worries. Usually, whenever you, or your siblings, left for longer than a day, you'd tell him first.

So, it only makes sense that when he manages to pass the Traveler on his morning stroll, he immediately asks them to search for you.

You best bet papa Neuvillette is happy to see all three of his children return home on the same day. Albeit he still lectures you about your unannounced leave.

Completely worth it, though.

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[A/N]: I was planning to add some dialogue after that last blurb, but I've been procrastinating on this for quite a while, and I wasn't sure what else to add, this was super fun to write, regardless!!!

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #x reader #fontaine #platonic #neuvillette x reader #platonic genshin x reader #father figure #tw death #dragon sovereign #neuvilette x reader #neuvillette #gender neutral reader #oc #technically #I think

[thedemonscrawler]

Three weeks, two days, and some odd hours ago, Eclipse's life had fallen apart. He'd been tricked, betrayed, and attacked-- and now he was trapped, at the complete mercy of the three people who he hated the most, and who hated him in return. It was like the universe was playing some big cosmic joke on him. --- Eclipse attempts to escape the Daycare. Sun tries something new to calm him down. Prequel to "Hold, Please".

What if. I actually SHARED the 10k+ oneshot 13k+ ficlet. What if I did that.

Anyway! 8D more tiny!Eclipse!

#fanfiction #the sun and moon show #tsams #tsams eclipse #tsams sun #this... ended up being a lot longer than I thought it'd be #i know folks really liked tiny!Sun but tbh i dont want to expand that one #just because i'd start stealing ideas from Charade's AU #and i dont wanna do that >u<

[pyromaniac-cyndaquil]

*taps mic* hey what if the pokémon in the dark future just don't age at all, since time stopped? not suggesting that's canon but I think it'd be a really interesting angle to explore things from. potentially, any pokemon living there would be functionally immortal if food and water were easy to come by, and if it wasn't for all the other pokemon who tend to lash out and get violent (like spiritomb) due to the state of the world.

Everyone living in the future wasn't born there, nobody can even have children any more, just as nobody can grow up or evolve. Despite them all having seen the sun back before this all started, they've been in this state for so long that they've forgotten anything about what that was like, or even that they saw it at all. It's all just one big, neverchanging blur that's always been the same, forever. They've always been this age. They've only ever seen the planet paralysed. Nothing's ever been different.

I think that'd probably add quite a bit to Grovyle, hero and Celebi's decision to go back and fix things, too. Disappearing would almost definitely be better than living forever in a miserable world that never changes with no end in sight, especially if they couldn't even remember their beginnings. At least then, other people get a chance.

(it would also mean there'd definitely be versions of all of them that still exist after fixing time, not that they'd have any way of knowing that. but it'd be fine for them to exist without any harm to the world at all)

#pokemon #pmd #pmd eos #grovyle #celebi #i think it'd probably also give dusknoir a very different outlook to them for more than just cowardice #if he's a ghost type he's probably expected to live a lot longer anyway if not forever y'know? maybe he remembers more or is less bothered #but ofc very VERY bothered by the idea of disappearing #been working on drafting a pmd au fic and been thinking about the dark future a lot. #probably won't use this for it but thought it was interesting enough to share

[peanutworm]

I was listening to Please Hold while playing minecraft and managed to get so sucked into the game that i didn't notice when it autoplayed to THREE OTHER VERSIONS of the song posted on youtube.

I cant believe i managed to Whats New Pussycat myself with Grains hold music.

#i cannot stress that I genuinely looked up from my skyblock world #and went 'wow this hold music is a lot Longer than i thought it'd be' #and found i was on a completely different channel from where i started #but STILL LISTENING TO PLEASE HOLD #peanutposts #hermitcraft #hermitcraft season 10 #please hold #grian

[forcedhesitation]

whoever made the decision to demote the resolution to wyll's story to a subquest is either unqualified to even be making that decision and should be replaced, or they are qualified, and should be disposed of, because they have demonstrated that they are not even familiar with the material they are making a decision about.

i've spoken about the wyrmway before, and as I said then, if there was anything that this quest needed, it was to be expanded. after rereading my original commentary, I decided to expand on my thoughts about the quest. so, here is a more extensive exploration of why I think the wyrmway quest is so important, and how I would personally improve the narrative, so as to give wyll a better resolution to his story.

wyll's whole quest has elements of fairy tales woven into it, and his character is an archetypal fairy tale prince. concluding his personal story by having him "slay the dragon" in the wyrmway is brilliant, as it follows the narrative of a typical fairy tale, and ties back to a dialogue of wyll's in act 1. after you've spoken to raphael for the first time, he tells you a tale his father once read to him, "the kind with a hero, a villain, and a moral." beyond this short story reflecting many different layers of wyll’s past, it also serves as a guideline for how wyll's quest plays out. but the wyrmway quest is necessary in order for it to play out properly, as it is there that the moral is fully revealed.

at the wyrmway, you learn that ansur, the "heart of the gate," is actually dead. well, undead. in meeting ansur, you learn the truth behind the emperor's identity and what led to ansur's death. and it is what led to ansur's death that reveals the moral of wyll's tale. it was ansur's rigid adherence to his lawful good moral alignment that ultimately destroyed him, and the relationship he had with balduran. and this was because he could not see his old friend as a person any longer, only a monster. ansur's refusal to compromise his values, rather than reconsider his perspective and hear his friend out, is clearly a parallel to ulder exiling wyll from baldur's gate, because he valued his duty to the city more than his own son. this is a truly ingenious way of criticising ulder's actions, and wonderfully ties the moral of wyll's story into the game's greater question of "what truly makes someone a monster?" moreover, all of this is necessary for a proper resolution to wyll's story, as it allows for ulder to show wyll that he's willing to break away from the mentality that lost ansur everything, so that he may properly reconcile with him.

by downplaying the importance of this quest, larian is not only weakening the aforementioned parallels between ansur & ulder and wyll & balduran, but also minimising the importance of ulder echoing balduran, when he says that wyll himself will be the city's saviour. he says this in response to the one instance in the ENTIRE game, that I can think of, where wyll openly admits to feeling defeated. some of wyll's dialogue post quest completion reveals that this is because he hoped that enlisting ansur's help and saving the city would have been his shot at "redeeming" himself to the city, and to his father. we know that wyll never needed to redeem himself, and that he's never done anything wrong. but despite any resentment he may express over being exiled, he never really blames his father for abandoning him, because his father is "good" and was merely "doing his duty." so when balduran tells wyll that he never needed ansur, that he is the heart of the gate, and then ulder echoes that sentiment to wyll when he returns from the wyrmway...ulder is finally showing wyll that he meant his apology and that wyll is was always good enough. it was ulder who wasn't good enough, much like it was ansur who was wrong for refusing to reconsider his morals. and this is then later reflected in the dialogue you can get with blade of avernus wyll in the epilogue, where he tells you how his father's changed his approach to governance and has become far more merciful.

now, if you're unfamiliar with wyll's quest, or perhaps with baldur's gate altogether, and are merely reading out of curiosity, you may go "wow, bumble! this sounds like a marvellously written story! I cannot possibly fathom how people are dissatisfied with this! or why larian would demote it to a sidequest!" I'd say your reaction is the result of not having the full picture. what you've read thus far merely outlines some core elements of wyll's story, and why they're important, without really discussing how successfully this narrative is executed in the game, or the way that larian & the fandom treat wyll. poorly, is the word I'd use in all three cases. the narrative is executed poorly, and he is treated poorly by both the devs and fans.

in respect to the narrative of his quest, I'll begin by saying that I believe that the idea behind the quest is great! the commitment to the fairy tale theme is incredible and works wonderfully for wyll's character. subverting our expectations of heroism and villainy through the tale of ansur and balduran is clever, and using that story to explore the relationship between ulder and wyll is, as I said before, brilliant. I truly enjoyed wyll's story as much as I enjoyed that of astarion, who most people on social media know has a very emotional and beautiful resolution to his quest. but I mention the beloved bloodsucker not for the purpose of praising his writing. I mention him, because I feel that his quest's overall narrative feels as satisfying as it does because he is given a lot of material all throughout the game. the same could be said of shadowheart, who has roughly the same amount of material as him. reaching the conclusion of their stories, despite any weak points in their writing, ultimately feels fulfilling for the player, because they've been through a lot with that character. but what of the true heart of the gate, our dearest prince wyll? well, out of the six origin companions, wyll has the least amount of material in his story. yes, the son of duke ulder ravengard, one of the most important npcs in the entire game, has the least amount of story material. astarion and shadowheart, conversely, possess no true tie to the central narrative of the game, but have the most material. now, rather than making an effort to rectify this atrocious disparity, larian chooses to relegate the conclusion of wyll's quest to a place of lesser significance, all while providing new material to less important characters instead, like gortash and halsin. gortash, who is not only bane's chosen, but also the villain at the heart of karlach's story. yet, the new material he was given implicates a more intimate relationship between him and the dark urge, and has nothing to do with karlach whatsoever. halsin, on the other hand, was originally meant to be nothing more than an npc, yet he now possesses five unique kisses, on top of several greetings for a romantic partner, which is something wyll still lacks entirely, even after six major patches and seventeen hotfixes.

And what of the wyrmway itself? I will say that the area is notably...underwhelming, for the lair of a legendary dragon, but the same could be said about the area every companion's quest concludes at. so I will not delve into how I feel that area could be structurally expanded. what I will talk about, is what I mentioned above- the narrative. I've seen a lot of hatred for the emperor's reveal, but I do not think that the reveal in itself is the problem. what is rather the problem is that the writing does not account for wyll being a companion, rather than an avatar. if he is your avatar, the reveal feels more impactful, because the narrative has followed wyll as the central figure of the game, rather than a customised character. thus, revealing the mysterious guardian figure as a hero of legend makes perfect sense, in the context of wyll's fairy tale themed quest. however, if wyll is not your avatar, the reveal falls flat. this is because he is no longer in the spotlight, and the game does nothing to account for that, which makes the entire quest feel like it is more about balduran than it is wyll. and this is done despite the fact that without wyll, there isn't even any point, narratively speaking, to having the emperor secretly be balduran. the emperor's function in the story is relevant specifically to wyll, and as I've explained, ansur and balduran's story is incredibly important to the resolution of wyll's own story. what needed to happen was sufficient material being added to the quest to ensure that wyll is still treated as the point of focus. not only that, but there should be material added at earlier points of the game, so as to strengthen the connection between wyll and the emperor, because prior to the wyrmway, the emperor only singles out whoever you're playing as, and there's nothing to account for that not being wyll. this lack of early game connection only serves to further weaken the impact this conclusion has. how would I improve wyll's story, to account for when he is a companion, so that he is treated as the focal point of the conclusion to his quest, and so that he is given a satisfying resolution to his story?

give wyll dialogue with and about the emperor that is exclusive to him, to draw a connection between them earlier on in the game. if gale can have an interaction with mystra that excludes your character entirely, as shadowheart does with dame aylin, then there's absolutely no reason why wyll cannot have an exclusive scene with the emperor.

rework the scene in which mizora gives wyll the ultimatum. while wyll is given agency to choose his own fate at the wyrmway, I feel that he should be given agency at this point as well. once again, there's no reason for why this can't be possible, as shadowheart is given the option to choose for herself both in act 2 and 3. then, by having the emperor pay special attention to wyll, the possibility for him to choose to save himself would become more realistic, as the emperor would have an understandable reason for trying to convince wyll to choose himself over his father. moreover, the emperor would possess the means to believably convince wyll to choose himself, because the emperor knows gortash personally and thus knows that gortash wouldn't just immediately dispose of someone as useful as ulder, which is something he could tell wyll. to account for the relationship between your player character and wyll, if wyll is told to choose for himself whether he should accept mizora's new pact, his choice to believe the emperor's claims could be determined by his approval of your avatar. if you've treated him well and reaffirmed his worth as a person, wyll could realise that the emperor has no reason to lie, and that alongside you, saving his father from gortash should be possible regardless of what mizora has promised. meaning: he would choose to break his pact. if you've treated him poorly, he could argue that he hates mizora, but he at least he knows he can rely on her power and lawful nature, whereas he has no reason to trust that you would actually help him save his father from both gortash and mizora, if he is indeed still alive. meaning: he accepts mizora's new terms.

introduce the possibility of multiple final outcomes for wyll's story a little earlier on in the game. if I'm not mistaken, it is only when you get to the wyrmway itself, and have defeated ansur, that the possibility of wyll even becoming duke is mentioned. I feel that the "blade of avernus," is an ending best left to be announced by wyll himself, after ansur's demise, but wyll becoming the new duke should be hinted at shortly after he's been given the ultimatum by mizora. how it is mentioned, and how likely wyll would be to follow that path, would obviously be dependant on whether he accepted mizora's ultimatum, but could also consider other factors, such as if ulder is alive.

if wyll is in your party, it should not be possible for the cutscene with ansur to be triggered by anyone else but wyll. if other companions act immediately in dialogue with npcs important to their quests (i.e. shadowheart attacking dame aylin, astarion attacking his siblings & cazador) if they are in your party, wyll should be given that same grace. he is given some, in act 2..... should you fail the perception check that allows you to negotiate wyll's original contract with mizora.....but I think anyone with any measure of intelligence can agree that that should not be locked between a random, unexplained dice roll which you have no control over.

going off the last point, the emperor's dialogue following ansur's final demise should perhaps be delivered in a short cutscene format. the dialogue with wyll, where he laments that ansur will not save them, and questions if this means baldur's gate will fall, can play out normally. but when the emperor tells wyll that he is the heart of the gate, there should be a moment in which the emperor shows wyll (and you as the player) visions of wyll surrounded by baldurians cheering after you've all defeated the brain. it could be a short scene, just a momentary vision, but it would clarify that the emperor is speaking directly to wyll. the vision paired with the emperor's words then makes wyll's following confidence feel a little less spontaneous, and gives his consideration of taking up ulder's ducal title a little more foundation.

after the emperor's identity is revealed, at some point after leaving the wyrmway, give the emperor a dialogue that explains that he was urged to protect wyll, in a way, because he related to wyll's experiences. it'd be important to ensure the emperor still sounds selfish, because he is, but to suggest that he feels some degree of connection to wyll. that way the writing would remain faithful to the emperor's character, but would also emphasise the connection between wyll and balduran (both heroes) as victims of those with inflexible lawful good morality (ulder and ansur/the moral), and those who exploit vulnerable people (mizora exploiting a young, selfless wyll by offering him the chance to save his city & gortash exploiting that balduran is a mindflayer and thus a monster in the eyes of society/ both villains). and for the "mindflayers don't have any feelings crowd" : experiencing such fondness for a person is not completely unrealistic for an illithid, as omeluum expresses feeling "warmth" towards your character if you save him from the iron throne. the emperor is selfish, yes, but writing him with some degree of sympathy for a character that is paralleled to him in their quest makes him more interesting of a character, in my opinion.

add a post quest cutscene. shadowheart is given a cutscene after her quest is completed, regardless of whether your character has romanced her. the cutscene works well to show the player the complicated emotional state she is in, and allows her to express some of the anguish she's kept inside for so long. I believe this kind of cutscene would be perfect to fully conclude wyll’s quest, as he keeps a lot of his feelings to himself and deserves an opportunity to express them. if ulder is alive, the cutscene could feature the moment in which he echoes balduran's words and reaffirms that wyll never needed ansur to save the city. then, the scene can shift to your character helping wyll to prepare the dinner he mentioned wanting to make. in this scene, you can ask him about his feelings about everything that's happened. if ulder is not alive (something I've never personally had happen), the post quest cutscene could feature a moment in which the emperor reaffirms wyll as the true heart of the gate instead, and then transition to the dinner preparation. of course, wyll's responses would obviously be different depending on his approval of your character, whether he remains pacted to mizora, and whether his father is alive. either way, adding this cutscene would offer an opportunity for wyll to comment on how he personally feels about the conclusion to his quest. and by using cooking, which wyll seemed very excited about doing, there is the chance to include some dialogue about his time adventuring the sword coast.

those are just some of my ideas to make the wyrmway quest, in specific, stronger as an ending. if there are inconsistencies, I apologise, but his quest remains bugged, and I'm not entirely sure of the correct order certain dialogues are supposed to play out following ansur's death. I did my best to figure it out and you are welcome to correct any innaccuracies.

beyond the wyrmway, there is of course, much else that wyll deserves to have added to his companion quest & romance (some of which I briefly brushed upon). if you've read through all this, thank you for caring enough about wyll to do so, and I'd love to hear anything you might have to say about wyll's quest, wyrmway or otherwise. perhaps you may have better improvements in mind than I do!

please just keep comments respectful and focused on wyll. I will just block people who derail this post to speak about other companions for any purpose other than calling to attention the disparities between their quest material & wyll's.

also, if you're interested, here is the original post in which I talked about the wyrmway quest.

#bg3 #thoughts about media #wyll ravengard #I understand that some changes require a lot more work. but it's been SIX major patches and they've said NOTHING. #even if it'd take longer than six patches- they could simply ACKNOWLEDGE the disparity and say that they are working to fix it PROPERLY. #but I highly doubt they even care. given that wyll's quest is still bugged and that wyll still doesn't have unique romantic greetings. #it is disappointing. to put it....well in a way that does not get vulgar. because I want to just... say some very unpleasant things.

[youngpettyqueen]

Hi!!! You wanted fic requests from that prompt list right?

For the prompts, I think 5 and 65 go well together, so maybe something with those two and Julian/garak, if you want?

YES THANK YOU youre so right those do work really well together... love me some hurt/comfort time to inflict it on these two

“I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

“Look at me—just breathe, okay?”

Julian comes to smelling nothing but smoke and tasting nothing but blood.

He tries to open his eyes. Only one does. The other isn't cooperating- feels like it's glued shut. He finds himself looking out over the floor of the promenade. He's on the floor, then. On his stomach, from the feel of it, one arm caught underneath him.

Smell of smoke. Flickering lights. Everything's bathed in orange light. He can see flames, flickering in the corner of his vision.

Julian squeezes his eye shut again, trying to think. His head's pounding like a drum. He was on the promenade, he remembers that much. And he was... he was sitting. He was having lunch. But try as he might, he can't remember how he got to the floor. One second he was sitting, the next he was here.

The context clues make it easy to figure out. Smoke, fire, the vicious hammering in his skull. There must've been an explosion. Which means he's hurt. Which means a lot of other people are probably hurt. Which means he needs to get up, and get to work.

He starts pushing himself up to do just that, but he doesn't get very far. The arm that's caught under him doesn't want to cooperate, and trying to force the issue makes pain rip through his nerves like fire. He ends up buckling onto his side, gasping painfully. The pain centres at his shoulder, white-hot and stabbing- there's something stuck there, right under his collarbone.

Julian opens his eye again. This time, staring out across the smoking promenade, he can see somebody. He tries to call out, but his voice doesn't come, and the attempt leaves him coughing up a lungful of smoke. This does his injured shoulder no favours, and makes him aware of a deep ache in his ribs. He manages to roll himself onto his back to minimize how much he's jostling himself, bracing his ribs with his good arm, still coughing up ash and grit.

This is bad. This is very, very bad.

"Doctor!"

A voice cuts through the ringing in his ears. A familiar voice, only his head is too scrambled to remember who it belongs to. He looks over, and sees the person he'd spotted hurrying towards him.

"Doctor!" They call again. And he realizes who it is, right as his beautiful face comes into view.

Garak drops to his knees beside him. His eyes are wide with alarm, while Julian can only look up at him and smile weakly. Maybe it's sappy, but seeing Garak makes things feel a little less awful.

"G-Garak..." He manages to get out, sounding and feeling like he's talking around a throat full of sand. He coughs uncomfortably, wincing slightly. Then, he remembers just why he was sitting at lunch, and his weak little smile grows as he throws out the accusation, "You're late."

Garak looks like he's on the verge of three different panic attacks. "Yes, well, how fortunate that I was," He says, his tone and his eyes not at all matching his joking words, "Otherwise I might have been caught in this, and then where would you be?" His eyes keep flicking to Julian's injured shoulder, confirming what he already knows.

Julian manages a weak nod. "There's something in my shoulder." He acknowledges.

"A sizeable piece of metal," Garak supplies him, since Julian can't see it, "And you've got a nasty cut on your forehead."

"I'm concussed," Julian adds, "And I've got some bruised ribs. Can't tell how many. They may be broken. Hard to judge the pain with... you know." He nods weakly to his shoulder.

"Oh, is that all?" Garak asks, his sarcasm sounding genuine, of course, "Any other injuries I should know about, Doctor?"

"I'll let you know if any make themselves known," Julian rasps, "Now, could you be a dear and- and hit my comm badge? I can't really move all that much." He admits.

"There's no point," Garak tells him, "Comms are down. So are transporters. From what I can tell, several bombs have gone off. Here, ops, at least one in the habitat ring, and maybe one in the infirmary," He gives Julian a grim look, "We seem to be in quite the dire situation, Doctor." He observes.

Julian huffs something that might be a laugh. "I'd noticed," He puffs out, "So, just you and me, then. Tell me, Mr. Garak..." He hopes his nerves aren't showing as he asks, "How are your medical skills?"

Garak's expression gives nothing away. "Subpar, compared to yours," He replies, "Though I suspect we have no other choice."

"None at all," Julian agrees, "Either you stop all this bleeding I'm currently doing, or I'm going to be in... quite a bit of trouble." He's already lightheaded. He hopes that's just the concussion.

"Alright," Garak nods, "Alright, yes. Yes. Stop the bleeding," He nods again, and leans back to start tearing at his tunic, "I can certainly do that." He continues, sounding like he's talking to himself more than he's talking to Julian.

Julian manages to raise a brow at him. "Garak."

"Yes, Doctor?" Garak doesn't look up.

"Try to sound a bit more confident," Julian suggests, "Makes patients feel... at ease."

Despite everything, Garak still manages to give him an unimpressed look as he tears a sizeable chunk of fabric away from his tunic. "I'll keep that in mind," He replies flatly, shifting in closer. His expression softens as his eyes return to what Julian is sure must be a grisly wound, "Now, I'm going to take care of you, ok? And I need you to advise me on the best way to do that."

Julian nods. "Of course," He agrees, "My shoulder needs immediate attention. You have to stop the bleeding there, but don't... don't remove the piece of metal," He advises, "Sort of... wrap that fabric around it, and press down on the wound. Try not to move the metal," He adds, "It might make the bleeding worse."

Garak listens intently, eyeing his task up. "Seems simple enough," He says. Then, with an almost... sympathetic look to Julian, he tells him, "I will have to hold you down, Doctor."

"I know," Julian replies, "It's going to hurt. I'm probably going to scream bloody murder." He warns him.

"You know I'd never want to hurt you." Garak adds.

Julian manages a faint smile. "If the choice comes down to you hurting me, or me bleeding to death, I hope you don't mind if I'd much rather have you hurt me." He murmurs.

Garak takes a breath. "Very well," He says, "Brace yourself, my dear." He shifts himself into position, placing himself in such a way that he can hold Julian down against the floor as he gets his makeshift bandage ready.

Julian gets to take half a bracing breath before the pain spikes. Garak moves in quickly, clamping down on the wound with both hands, and it feels like someone's set his shoulder ablaze. Julian screams like he's just been shot, instinctively trying to jerk away, but Garak doesn't let up on him. He's trapped, pinned down, and thank god for that, but he can't help but howl again as the piece of metal buried in his shoulder jostles with the movement.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" Garak gasps, continuing to hold him down and keeping steady pressure on the wound. It feels like he's also holding onto the metal, keeping it still as best he can, "Look at- look at me, Doctor, look at me- just breathe, yes?" He tries, with a smile that is not at all convincing, "Just breathe. Try to breathe."

Julian manages to still himself, gasping shallowly and painfully, black spots dancing in his vision. "I have damaged ribs!" He manages to hiss out, "This is the best I can do!"

"I'm not exactly a trained professional!" Garak reminds him, voice pitched with anxiety, "I'm just saying what you always seem to say to your patients! What else would you have me say?" He demands.

"Just- just distract me," Julian gets out between gasps, "Tell me a story. True, false, doesn't- doesn't matter, just- just anything, Elim, please-" He begs. He's tempted to ask him to bash his head off the floor and knock him out, but he doesn't think that would help Garak's current state. He can feel his hands trembling against him.

Garak's eyes search his face, the panic in them clear and unguarded. And then, almost hysterically, he asks, "Did you know one of my first jobs was as a server?"

The absurdity of that question almost makes Julian forget about his current agony. Almost. "What?"

"Yes, I was a server," Garak continues, looking and sounding like he's flying by the seat of his pants, "A waiter, as you Humans might say. It was a fine dining establishment, only for the highest of high classes. Have I truly never mentioned this?"

"Never," Julian gasps, "Do- do go on."

"Oh, gladly," Garak takes one hand away from the wound in his shoulder, and reaches over to gently brush some of Julian's hair away from his forehead- looking at his head wound, "I served some very high profile individuals, including one you're all too familiar with," He starts gingerly probing around where the wound must be, and Julian grinds his teeth as he presses on bruising, "You remember our good friend, Gul Dukat."

"I wish I didn't." Julian growls, more out of pain than anything else.

Garak manages a chuckle at that. "How rude, my dear. I seem to be rubbing off on you," He observes, "But yes, I would serve our dear Dukat often. The man can't hold his liquor," He tells him, "It's rather embarrassing, actually. One time, he..."

And Garak continues to ramble, concocting a story out of thin air that holds absolutely no truth. Still, Julian hangs onto every word, clinging to them as he desperately clings to consciousness. Garak's hand finds its way into his good one, holding tight, and it stays there until help finally finds them.

#star trek: ds9 #fic bitching #julian bashir #elim garak #otp: I need to know that someone forgives me #this was very fun #I was first inclined to have Julian be saying the prompt lines #but then I thought it'd be fun to challenge myself to see if I could have Garak say them #and I like how it turned out! #first attempt at writing Garak #I think it went well #tysm for the prompt <3333 #this was a lot of fun #longer than I expected but that tracks with me as a writer lol

[jadewing-realms]

i don't know if there's a specific term for the thing when... you're so used to being told you're too much? too loud, too quiet, too stubborn, a pushover, too excited, too cold, too close, too distant... so you just kinda give up doing anything without explicitly being told to because you just can't figure out where the balance is?

especially physical affection. what's 'too much'? when is it okay to hold hands? how do you know when you're allowed to hug someone? gods forbid you give someone a forehead kiss at the wrong time and make them uncomfortable. you don't know how to intuit what anyone needs at any given time so... you figure you should just... not move. unless someone specifically asks you to.

whatever That is, it's how i imagine Naven is. stuck in perma-freeze response, unless he has a designated Role to Play. he's been molded into the model support system. he enjoys making others feel good. he likes seeing them smile. feel safe. he always asks how others are feeling; he always asks for their permission before doing anything that might affect them. he's thoughtful, quiet, agreeable. he never asks for things for himself, and he certainly never takes up space... it's been too long since he had permission to. he's always had to be the caretaker, the older sibling, the protector, the adult, mature, rational, self-sufficient, the perfect island content with simply being ground for others to walk on.

i think this is why Astarion catches his attention right away. the vampire seems so... fearless. not in the usual sense, the heroic sense, but in that he's not afraid to be loud. to say what he's thinking. to take up space and a lot of it. and he's funny and confident and charismatic even when he's being an asshole and Naven is a little in awe of it, muzzled and afraid to misstep as he is.

how does one go about being so unapologetically flawed? he wants to know.

then of course... he learns more. glimpses cracks in the mask. learns of the fears behind the facade, learns that what he'd been witnessing wasn't Astarion saying what he was thinking but saying what he believed others expected or wanted and oh, Naven understands. and now he swears he will do anything in his power to help Astarion feel as safe and respected and loved, truly loved, as he can. he's good at that. and... it works. Naven is used to feeling blind to what others want from him, he tries to account for what he can't see so nobody ever feels unheard or unseen. Astarion is used to having any and all his boundaries crossed, he's relearning how it feels to be treated as an individual. he's also not interested in a protector or guardian... he wants an equal. something neither is used to having but both crave like they crave air to breathe.

sitting by the fire at camp, Naven asks if it's okay to lean on Stari's shoulder, maybe even hold his hand. some other time, Astarion is upset and is surprised when Naven asks whether he needs comfort or advice or space. even more so when he asks for space and Naven accepts without question or second-thought and simply waits until Astarion is ready.

at night, a nightmare and anxiety attack leaves Naven a frayed mess and he dares to ask for a hug for himself for the first time in more than a century and gods is Astarion more than willing to give him one. later, Naven feels guilty for being frustrated about something and Astarion tells him to let himself be angry for once. that nobody will hate him for it.

Stari says he needs a little excitement, asks if Naven would like to visit the market street with him; Naven's had a burst of muse and needs to be alone to write. they're both fine with this and hope the other enjoys themselves for the day. Naven asks if he'd like a kiss for luck; Astarion accepts it and gets Bardic Inspiration to schmooze some vendors later, I dunno.

ask and receive. a cycle of love and respect. giving each other the freedom and space to just... be. exist, as they are, together. over time, they get to learn not only about each other, but about themselves, what they like, what they don't. and that it's okay to speak up about both.

#just me musing again #consent is sexy guys #this turned out a lot longer than i thought it'd be #still missing a cable for my tablet so I can't just draw this like I wanna #bg3 #bg3 tav #my tav #astarion x tav #tav x astarion headcanons #baldur's gate 3 #naven tlin'orzza #astarion ancunin

[jumpscaregoose]

starting ultimo today because if I'm gonna do my takei homework I might as well do all of it

#it's a lot longer than I thought it'd be we're not finishing this before I have to have a life #allen sugasano... I'll do it for you... #<- if I'm correct takei's interpretation of the vermillion bird is in ultimo

[the-acid-pear]

I never tried the option myself bc it'd probably mean skipping the Reason You Suck speech at the end (fire for speedrunners though) but I Love that you can frame your Phoneys in 3, especially so if you've already killed the previous two. Like yeah couldn't send you off to die so i'll let the goverment do it for me 🧸 like its just Peak evil imo.

#luly talks #i do relinquish in the pain and the agony but dont get me wrong the thought of any of them 3 getting jailed makes me SO sad #rog esp since he's the one im writing about and the biggest nerve wreck #gingi voice they'll be the last one to pick the board game for prison-game-night.......... #actually yknow i wonder if rog would end up almost believing it after all when you try to gaslight him for the shits and giggles #(as in: telling HE was victim of the bite of 87 and the like) he tells you to not do that bc his brain is already scrambled or something #so there's a chance perhaps he'd believe it if he had everyone constantly accussing him of it? #not like it'd matter much i have no hopes for the dsaf justice system i know its been 35 years since jack got framed but still #i just remembered when the option popped up i said ''god im really becoming steven 😭'' #first time i made the joke too was when i said ''imagine your boss sucks so bad you turn suicidal'' no clue what the context was #OH YEAH JAKE SAYING HE'D RATHER FUCKING DIE THAN KEEP WORKING HERE yeah. poor guy. #anyway im derailing my own post again uhhh. yeah. yeah i dont trust any phoney is avoiding the death sentence #dsaf #roger jones #dsaf roger #btw just for the sake of yapping longer i truly cant decide whether harry or jake would survive better in the enviroment #probably jake to be honest. I mean Harry has a lot of experience inside freddy's but he didnt really live outside it muhc #jake is so confrontational though #hey did you guys watch the hit movie felon? sure that guy wasn't framed but. i feel like jake would end up w that attitude #except for. you know. everything else that happens in the hit movie felon. #hey actually forget about this game go watch the 10/10 movie Felon from 2008 starring Val Kilmer and Stephen Dorff #because its one of my all time fave movies and probably the saddest i've seen #not bc there arent movies that are more tragic but bc no movie was able to break thru my walls of idgaf and make me cry anyway #yeah you thought i couldnt bring up my movie fixations on my different fandom posts well you were WRONG in fact #im gonna go tag my other post i left untagged yesterday bc my ass was Cooking

[unknownchaos]

Mechanic Details and Relationships with the mercs (With pictures)

What it says on the tin: stuff about the Mechanic :) Backstory:

Studied Psychology and took AP science classes in high school, but always had a passion for hands-on fields

She started working in a car-repair shop outside of school to earn some money for her family

She discovers her love for machines

She couldn't go to college because her family was pretty poor so she devoted her time to getting better at working with machines to keep them with a roof over their heads

Established herself as a good mechanic but still wasn't making enough to comfortably sustain her family

enter RED

She basically threw herself at the job because it not only paid tons but also had the role of Engineer, which she applied for

She didn't have a college education so they stuck her as an apprentice under the Engineer we all know and love

More details under the cut

Personality:

Seeks the infinite knowledge of the universe

pretty laid back

Doesn't talk all that much (unless someone's talking about a topic that interests her, in which case she can and will talk for hours)

Relationship with the rest of the Mercs

Scout:

Sibling rivalry type relationship

They get along well but they poke fun at each other a lot

Doesn’t talk much x will talk enough for both of them

Soldier:

Mechanic looks up to him

If he is going to do something stupid she is 100% on board

Soldier believes wholeheartedly that Mechanic is actually his trainee and not Engineer’s 

Engineer has stopped trying to correct him; it does no good anyway

Pyro:

She’s a little scared of them

After seeing them lock a bunch of BLU’s in a building and then burn the building down she’s not all that keen to get near them

She kept a polite distance (because she wasn’t raised to be an asshole) until Pyro gave her a drawing they made of her

After that she would die for them

#1 pyro defender

On the battlefield she’s still a tad spooked of them

Engineer:

teacher-student relationship

She wants to immediately get into the super complicated stuff; he wants to make sure she’s ready before he throws her into the deep end

She’s good at creating stuff with what she’s got and making things up as she goes (even if the resulting machines are a little janky), meanwhile he can create really high-end machines in a short amount of time as long as he’s able to plan them out and blueprint them beforehand, so they’ve both got stuff they can learn from each other

Mech begs and pleads to be able to take apart some of Engineer’s machines to see how they work from the inside, but Engineer’s a little protective of his stuff so he always says no

When he finally says yes she understands the display of trust and is eternally grateful

Engineer wants her to reach her full potential, but he also knows that if he tells the Administrator that she’s ready to be an Engineer herself then she’d be moved to a different team and they’d likely never see each other again

He’s a little conflicted because he and the team are pretty attached to her (Mech eventually finds out that he’s been holding back on telling Admin that she’s qualified enough and this leads to a pretty big argument)

Heavy:

She was incredibly intimidated of him at first

When she first joined, she referred to everyone as ‘Sir’ (because she was raised to be respectful) and long after she started getting more comfortable with everyone she still called Heavy ‘sir’

On the other hand, Heavy was polite but didn’t really respect her since he respects strength (as seen in that one halloween comic) but he was willing to give her a chance

Once he saw her beat a BLU to death with her Welding Gun (and then her bare hands when she was disarmed) she had earned his respect

After nearly beating Soldier in an arm-wrestling contest he respected her a little more

At some point, Sasha starts to malfunction (she wasn’t broken yet, but it was clear she was well on her way) and Mech notices and offers to fix her for Heavy

Heavy agrees as long as he’s there to watch the entire time 

Once Mech fixes her and she’s good as new, their relationship as friends is pretty much secured

Once Mechanic learned about what Heavy would do for his family her respect for him went through the roof

Demo:

Mech is the designated Sober Chaperone™  most of the time so they spend a good bit of time together

Other than that, Mech is always down to listen to Demo’s stories, whether they be tales from his youth or stories of various monsters/magical creatures

They’re pretty good pals 

Begs and pleads for him to show her how to make some of his bombs

He agrees easily; he has her watch him do it at first, then has her do it with his help, then lets her make on all on her own

They make bombs together often after that and they only end up in respawn (or in medic’s office) a couple times

Medic:

They get along really well

Medic talks about anything from current experiments to medical jargon to how the medigun works and Mech listens attentively

Weird x Weirder

Sniper:

Mech thought Sniper didn’t like her and Sniper thought Mech didn’t like him for a very long time

They just sorta politely avoided each other because of that

But divine intervention (or something idk) brought them closer together

These two are more similar than they initially thought

Spy:

Mech was indifferent to him at first (yk, being polite and all) but grew to dislike him

Something something bad father something something he’s an asshole something something BLU Spy being a prick skewed her opinion of RED Spy too

Spy doesn’t know what he did to get her to dislike him (Sorting through the list of things he’s done would take too long) so he just returned her slight hostility

She’s not outwardly rude to him or anything, but she doesn’t go out of her way to talk to him 

Eventually she starts to not dislike him as much and their relationship shifts to that of a friendly (in the loosest definition of the term) rivalry

Enjoy my crappy drawings and probably awful grammar throughout this :)

#God this is a lot longer than I thought it'd be #Oh well #thats what's the cut's for ig #hope this interests any of you :) #tf2 mechanic #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 fanart #team fortress two #tf2 spy #tf2 sniper #tf2 engineer #tf2 scout #tf2 medic #tf2 pyro #tf2 demo #tf2 heavy #tf2 soldier

[starthelostboys]

expanding on this hc i posted earlier, here are some hcs about the boys and star and their speaking patterns/slang they use

so start out with: i hc that dwayne was turned in the 1890s, david was turned in the 1920s, marko was turned in the 1950s, star was turned in the 1960s, and paul was turned in the 1970s

like i said in my original post, paul is the one who’s really held on to aspects of the era he was last human in

i don’t think he ever really tries to update the way he speaks, so he’s still using slang from the late 70s by 1987, when it’s EXTREMELY embarrassing for him to still be using some of these terms

it makes it really obvious that he’s someone who hasn’t really changed in a decade, which makes sense because vampires, by nature, aren’t meant to change

for the rest of the lost boys + star, they gradually dropped most of their out-dated slang once new people joined the group and introduced new speech patterns. since he’s the newest member of the group, paul hasn’t had a chance to do that yet

dwayne, as the oldest out of all of them, works hard to try and keep up with modern slang, since if he were to keep saying the phrases and terms he did when he was human, it would be VERY obvious that there’s something off about him

also, since the last time he was human was almost a hundred years ago, no one would know what the hell he’s talking about

marko has also tried to keep up with modern slang. i think that out of all of them, he’s the one who tries to keep up with trends the most

despite his efforts though, sometimes a 50s phrase that he hasn’t quite been able to shake will sneak through

(a few weeks ago i was looking up 50s slang and discovered that apparently a popular term for making out in a car was “backseat bingo”, and i’m very enamored with this phrase so i think it’s one of the ones marko’s never been able to forget)

star is in a sort of middle ground between dwayne and marko, and paul. she never actively tries to stop using outdated 60s slang, but she stops using some of it and starts using newer terms through osmosis since i think she likes to people watch aka eavesdrop on strangers’ conversations

when she speaks, she generally uses a somewhat-confusing mix of both modern and outdated slang

on scale of “doesn’t care about using outdated phrases” to “tries to replace parts of their speech patterns regularly, david isn’t even on the spectrum because i don’t think he’s ever really picked up on current slang, even when he was human

any slang terms he uses frequently are ones that have endured at least two decades, and is stuff he’s picked up just because it’s used so frequently

there’s also a few terms that he’s picked up from star or paul or marko, even though he never used them when they were actually popular

#oh wow this is a longer than i thought it'd be #guess i had a lot to say about this lmao #the lost boys #tlb #kate's bad takes

[milkyberryjsk]

i know muse's (literal) death was unceremonious and underwhelming but there is something thematically satisfying about the villain that made spectacles of his killings die in such a.. bland way

#it happened after his monologue about why he does it as well #unlike his art pieces #he had no real control over his own death #and also the way his actual art was drawn #they usually took up half a page up to entire two-page spreads #and the panel of his burning body was just in a corner lol #i thought that i was maybe reading too much into it until i remember that he says something along the lines of #“you're big! they're small!” #so that's interesting ! #idk i was just kinda bothered that people were like #he died so lame! #and it's like Augh not really !? #the build up to his death had a lot to give that contributed to a bigger picture to think about with his character and i think that's #more fun to think about than “i wish he died cooler” #i do wish sam's battle with him was maybe a littlee bit longer though #also also it's kind of neat how no matter what type of backstory you want to give muse #it'd work either way #sorta #like if he had a tragic backstory it'd be like okay! he's regaining a sort of control in life he lacked before #but if he Didn't and was just bored (lol) #then that's him finding or giving his own meaning to life through death #actually i think that'd be neater #since his pieces were mainly commentary above all else #i think that's all i have to say #i am only confident in about sixty percent about what i said but it's finally all outyipee!! #a.talks

[egginfroggin]

So, uhhhhhh, a bit of an update concerning the next Multi Line AU fic that I mentioned I was working on in Nonomori.

It's gotten long, and I think it'll be divided into two or three chapters.

I plan to do a bit of proofreading and some polishing and have the first part up before the 14th, then finish the rest to post after my hiatus.

I could post it all as one big thing, theoretically, but I'd rather get a bit out to encourage/remind myself to finish the rest (and it would make. a large oneshot, honestly) (not like 10,000 words long*, but. long).

I'll post the link here when it goes up on AO3, as usual.

(* probably, at least, it's not actually finished yet)

#egginfroggintalkin #wtst #multi line au #eggin's writings #it got a lot longer than I thought it'd be #rather like chapter 4 of pandemonic paradise #which it should be around the length of by the end #hm

[raventroll80]

Reunion

Another Troll Doomguy Fic (ficlet? idk)

Apparently I’m incapable of writing an actual proper story for this idea so here have another short story. The Interns name is still going to be Seth btw because names are hard. Also this story takes place a month after the Slayer felled the Icon of Sin and just before TAG (The Ancient Gods). Also the Slayer is also going to be named Slayer for au lore reasons.

Feedback is more than welcome!

It had been a little over a month since the Slayer felled the Icon of Sin. The moment him and Vega had left the Fortress Dr. Hayden had forced Seth to leave the Fortress with him, Seth could still remember the cyborg telling him the Slayer was nothing more than a savage beast and claiming that he’d turn on them once he returned.

Seth still doesn’t understand why Dr. Hayden is so afraid of the Slayer, from his experience the big guy was actually quite the gentle giant. He missed the feeling of being held by him and he could still hear his rumbling purrs. He hoped the the big guy was alright and Vega too.

The bellowing fog horn snapped him back to reality as the barge neared the dock. Seth had been assigned to help finish setting up an outpost on the mainland for the ARC. The boat was full of people both ARC personnel and civilian volunteers. Though about half were security personnel that Dr. Hayden was adamant on coming due to the reports that the Slayer had made his way to central Sweden.

Though it felt a little excessive the extra soldiers made a lot of people feel safer because even though the Invasion was over there were still a significant amount of demons left roaming the earth. But that wasn’t the only thing freaking people out, reports had come in from all around the globe talking about unknown creatures fighting back against the demonic hordes as well as other strange happenings. One of the more concerning reports were that of massive trees erupting from the earth in certain areas.

Seth had seen the pictures, trees as taller than skyscrapers dotting the globe. One had even split Iceland in half. While earth may have survived the Demonic Invasion, clearly they weren’t out of the woods yet.

Soon the barge had docked at the outpost, people were milling about the place. A makeshift wall was being erected around the outside of the ruined town. Seth was being ushered towards what appeared to be an old news/radio station.

The building wasn’t too badly damaged and a surprising amount of the equipment was still in one piece.

After many hours of work to get the station operational when Seth left the station. It was dark out and he was walking towards one of the makeshift dormitories when he spotted some stray cats in an alleyway.

Seth had stopped and beckoned the cats, one of whom surprisingly came. The cat was orange and black with soft fluffy fur. Though the cat was oddly long.

Seth had been petting the cat for a few minutes when it suddenly startled and hissed at him before running off. Seth had turned around to leave when he spotted what had spooked the cats.

On the next block over stood a tall figure. They stood taller than the lampposts one of which they were covering with their hands.

“S-Slayer?” Seth softly asked, stepping towards the figure. Hoping the figure was in fact his friend and not some random creature.

The figure straitened up before letting go of the lamp light and grabbing something from their waist and disappearing into shadow. In the brief moment in which the light had illuminated the stranger, Seth had spotted a large amount of green on the figure.

Seth’s hopes were raised when he saw the green.

It was the Slayer!

Seth had quickly made his way to the dorms with a broad smile on his face.

“Well someone looks happy,” a guard said as Seth approached.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” he replied.

“Well what’s got you so happy then?” The guard replied.

“I’m pretty sure I just saw an old friend just now, I didn’t get a good look but I think it’s him.” Seth responded.

“That’s great! I hope you’re right, we need more optimism in the world,” the guard replied before wishing Seth a good night.

The night was rather peaceful, though the bed was rather uncomfortable. Seth didn’t mind, at least he wasn’t listening to yet another four hour lecture from Dr. Hayden on how the Slayer was dangerous and needed to be contained.

Even though Seth disagreed with the Dr. he still felt that the ARC got his point by the second lecture. Honestly he felt like Dr. Hayden was bordering on paranoia on the whole Slayer situation.

The longer he thought about it, it was really strange how scared Dr. Hayden was of Slayer. In fact from what he’s seen Slayer is more or less indifferent towards Dr. Hayden. After that train of thought Seth was more then ready to go to sleep.

In the morning Seth headed to the mess hall to grab a coffee and a breakfast. As he ate Seth overheard some people talking about seeing a large shadowy figure in the dead of the night.

Seth had a small smile on his face as he heard, glad that he hadn’t hallucinated his encounter last night. He finished up his breakfast and made his way back to the radio station.

On his way he saw the same cat from last night. The cat looked fine and happily approached him looking for more pets.

“Sorry buddy, can’t pet you right now. I gotta get that radio station up and running,” he said as the cat began loudly meowing at him.

The cat continued to follow him all the way to the news station. When he got there the cat was still following him. The guard at the door stopped him.

“Hey, uh, you can’t bring that cat in here?” They said confused.

“I don’t think I can control that,” Seth replied.

The cat meowed again.

“Hmm… if we’re quick enough you can get inside and I can close the door and stop the cat from entering,” the guard replied, Seth noticing that it was the same guard from last night.

“That could work, just be careful. We don’t want to hurt the poor thing,” Seth said staring at the cat.

It meowed yet again even louder then before.

“Let’s do this then,” the guard responded before counting down.

“Three… two… one!”

Seth rushed in the door and the guard closed it behind him. The cat stared at the two before walking through the broken glass door.

“Oh…” they both said as the cat walked over to the old reception desk and lied down.

“I’m just gonna go get to work setting up coms,” Seth said sheepishly.

“Yea…” the guard replied, embarrassed that they’d both been outsmarted by a cat.

As Seth entered the hallway he heard the cat give a happy meow as the guard began to pet it.

Today’s work was similar to yesterday but they were able to get the receiver up and running. Hopefully they’d be able to transmit soon, another priority was getting a PA system for settlement announcements.

After another long day of work Seth left the old news building. This time as he left he was greeted again by the guard and the cat. He chatted briefly with the guard talking about what he was working on. Once they were done the two left the building with the cat in tow.

As they were walking to the dorms Seth and the guard heard something fall over. The two turned to look at the source of the noise.

At first they didn’t see anything but then the guard raised their gun and positioned themselves between Seth and the alley. Seth followed the guards gaze and saw the shadowy outline of a large individual.

Seth was worried that the guard would fire on Slayer and he was about to try and drag the guard away, when the Slayer just walked away. The guard slowly lowered his gun before turning to Seth.

“You saw that right?” He asked, his voice shaking.

“Saw what?” Seth said after some quick thinking.

“The massive spectral visage of the Slayer? It was right there!” He shouted.

“Nope, though I will say this town is creepy as hell… haven’t seen anything myself but it just has this creepy vibe to it,” Seth replied, this time with a bit of truth to his words.

They continued their walk to the dorms, this time the guard was more on edge constantly looking around searching for threats. They parted ways once they had entered the old apartments, Seth heading up to his room, and the guard headed to the barracks.

The night was mostly uneventful, though there was the occasional skittering to be heard from the walls. The morning was uneventful as well though the cat was absent from his walk to the news station.

This time Seth was working in the basement trying to find one of the apparent several breakers in the building.

“Why are there several breaker boxes, who needs that many breakers?” He said as he searched the dark and dusty basement, cobwebs hung from the ceiling their owners long dead.

Occasionally Seth would walk into one of those cobwebs and fumble about trying to get the dusty webs, Seth didn’t like spiders and the cobwebs made him feel icky. After one of these little freak out sessions Seth found himself in a room that was apparently used to store holiday decorations.

He was looking around when he found a creepy vampire statue? Or was it a costume? He couldn’t tell. He leaned in and shone the flashlight on the decoration to get a better look. It had a large wide head with a large bat-like nose. It’s eyes were wide set bulging eyes, and had small human-like ears.

“Creepy…”

As he said that the “decoration” moved its eyes then its head to look at him fully. Seth jumped back with a scream. The creature gave a toothy smile before standing up and unfolding its gangly body, long clawed fingers cracking as if they hadn’t moved in years.

Seth sprinted out of the room and down the hallway and the creature slowly followed behind him. Seth slammed into the door and tried to open it, but to his horror it was locked. He began to pound on the door in panic as the creature approached. A painfully wide grin plastered across its face.

Seth’s terror turned to confusion as the creature pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the door, gesturing for him to go first. Slowly he crept through the door before turning around to look at the creature again.

“Greetings viewer, how are you this fine day?” It said with a muffled voice.

“Fine…” he replied still confused, “are… you not going to kill me?”

“Now why would I do that?” The creature replied somewhat offended.

“Sorry it’s just…” Seth started before the creature spoke again.

“Oh! My apologies! How could I forget about that whole “demonic” invasion. I forgot how my appearance could be similar to those things,” it said, sounding disgusted having to mention the Invasion.

“I would appreciate it if you kept my existence, confidential. You reaction is more than enough proof that now is not the time for my kind to return.” They continued.

“O-ok…” Seth said still slightly confused, “uh, if you’re going back down there could you turn the power back on, we kinda need it to finish setting up the settlement,”

“I’d be more than happy to help you in your endeavours, good day to you my good sir,” the creature said before closing the door.

As Seth walked back to the main room the lights finally flickered back on. He breathed a sigh of relief, glad that the creature kept their word. Though now he had millions of new questions.

What was that thing? Why was it down there? Who are they? Why did they call me a viewer? These thoughts swirled around his head as he worked. By the time they were done the had managed to establish a connection to the ARC headquarters.

They were congratulated on their hard work, then once again warned about how the Slayer had been sighted heading north.

“He’s already here,” Seth thought to himself as he listened to Dr. Hayden drone on. Some people had actually walked out being done with the doctors speech, Seth was one of them. He went to the dorms, ate supper, and went to bed. This time though, he woke up in the middle of the night.

Unable to go back to sleep, Seth decided to go for a late night walk. He left the apartments and walked down the street. Dim lights lit the streets as the aurora danced across the night sky.

Seth had stopped at a pier to watch the fiery curtains dance about. As he was watching the same cat from the days before jumped up on a pole and joined him. The two sat there for a while just watching the night sky.

Suddenly Seth was lifted up into the air. He yelped when he felt large hands wrap around his waist and hoist him into the air. His captor held him close to their body as they left the pier.

He tried to look at who had taken him, but the person just held him closer. Soon they had stopped at an old shipyard outside of town. His captor had now slowed down to a walk and had entered one of the abandoned buildings.

Seth had finally managed to calm down, and he had noticed that his captor was purring. He was able to wiggle a bit loose. Now that he was able to properly see who his captor was.

“Slayer!” He exclaimed as a big smile covered his face as he saw his beloved friend.

Slayer looked at Seth before setting him down. Now that his hands were free he was able to take his most of his armour off.

Once he was out of his armour he immediately picked Seth back up and held him close. He began to cry softly.

“I missed you too big guy,” Seth said softly and he tried his best to hold and console his large friend.

Eventually Slayer had stopped sobbing and had carried Seth to what appeared to be a large sleeping bag. He lied down still holding Seth in his arms and curled around the small man. It didn’t take long for the two to fall asleep.

When morning came Seth was the first to wake. He could tell Slayer was still asleep by his deep breathing and occasional snore. Seth was right next to his face and he clearly could see how tired Slayer must have been.

His eyes were more sunken than normal and he could see bags under his eyes.

“How long has it been since he slept?” Seth thought to himself.

Slowly he reached out and rested his hand on Slayers cheek and gently rubbed his thumb across one of the many scars that dotted his face. Slowly the Slayer began to rumble, the same kind of rumbling purr from when they had first met.

The Slayer’s face softened and a small smile crept across Seth’s face as he slowly drifted back to sleep.

#g/t #giant tiny #doom g/t #troll doomguy #minigiant #my writing #happy Easter have some f e e l s #hoo boy this ended up being a lot longer than I thought it'd be #if you want context for invisible doomguy you're just going to have to wait until July

[feastfic]

Back to the yandere majin arc we go i guess...

Ok, what if his obsession kept growing more by the time, to the point he starts to get jealous from his own clones.

I headcanon that the Mazins share the same ideals and feelings for you as Majin so maybe they start to get a little too touchy for his liking or something.

Have a good day/night

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OH MY GOD WAIT SAME THOUGH??? I love thinking they all have the same values that Majin does it's so !1!1!!!!

But also man........this one's gonna be a doozy >:) (tw for mimicries of violence btw! Nothing too bad, but just in case :) )

His Mazins were always there to comfort you. To bring you solace, and company when he was away. Their soft gloved hands were never far from your body, as if touching you made them more real, more like the original Majin. More of an individual, rather than one of many copies that could be just as easily discarded as they could be created. That they carried the same feelings, the same wants and desires too; it did not help them.

They loved you. Yet they could not have you do themselves, like Majin could. It made them jealous, so terribly jealous. And the state of their being — similar enough yet different — lead to several...occasions. They would play games with Majin at his return, hide you away and mask your presence within his realm. They were just like him, after all. They could do anything.

For you though, it was hard to tell what was going on. Was it just something Majin was doing to make things more interesting? Did he have total control over his clones? (Yet the way he'd look at the Mazins right before he left. That dim glimmer in his face that was masked so casually with a farewell to you and wishing you well.) It left you confused, and wanting answers. But the Mazins couldn't speak to you like Majin could. It reminded you of him in a way; how he too keeps quiet in his world of darkness and solitude. So as confusing as it was, you thought the recent developments with his clones was...nice. They made the space more lively, if only for a little while.

And how they adored it, and escalated their antics. At the same time though, it became increasingly obvious at how quickly the Mazins would flock to you virtually upon the moment of their creation. Leaving you more time to look at Majin when he was still present. Find that his face was unfortunately unreadable. That spark in his eyes grew brighter every time, it seemed.

So you were once again left alone with the half-physical copied forms of Majin. Two this time (you found it a little worrying that less and less clones were created) were on either side of you. It'd plagued your mind long enough. So you finally decided to get some answers, answers of any kind. Or something. At least figure some things out, hopefully.

"Before you found me, was it just you in here?" Your gaze falls upon the Mazin to your left. It was time for another bout of charades. Hopefully you'd gotten better at reading the blue hedgehog's gestures. That was another thing. You always considered the Mazins to just be Majin.

How terribly lonely it had been! And you would never know the scope of it. The Mazin on your left quickly nodded to answer you, its arms held around your arm as if mimicking the act of losing you. They did not want to lose you. They just wanted you forever. To your right the other Mazin nodded as well. (They would never fight each other. Because they were different; they weren't like Majin; they didn't steal you away from each other like he took you from them.)

"For how long? Months, years?" You urged to continue, reaching your hand up as best you could to pat the cheek of the left clone.

The silence around you felt more pressing suddenly. And suddenly you realized it was a lot longer than just a few years.

"How long has it been...?" Your voice dropped low, and the Mazins looked at each other. They were mere infants compared to the age of Him. Their creator, of which they were mere extensions of.

Together they sat beside one another in front of you, looking at each other as if they were formulating how exactly to break this information to you.

One gestured to the ground, and the other nodded before writing something. You looked down to watch, as the surface beneath your feet crumbled like dirt to the pressing of the Mazin's finger.

Hundreds of thousands.

Your heart did something between skip a beat and drop. That was so long, a span of time incomprehensible to you.

"And not once has anyone else been in here?"

Now there was a similar peculiar glint in both their eyes. One of them pantomimed performing acts of violence on the other. Stabbing, ripping, tearing. Majin was far from innocent, and they wanted you to know this. That he was far more rotten than he would ever make himself appear to you.

So now you had two roads to go down; assume that you're being kept alive until Majin grows tired of you, or accept that he was more similar to those other demons in the outer world than he'd show you. Honestly, you weren't sure which one you wanted to go down. The former would mean you're scared of him, and you didn't want to be. He wouldn't let you leave either, so you'd be trapped essentially thinking he was just biding his time.

So the second option it was. Your brow furrowed slightly, and the Mazins ceased their acts of mimicry in favor of getting close to your face. Either one taking one of your hands, their thumbs almost tangible as they traced circles into the backs of your palms. They were different from that vile liar, couldn't you see? How differently they would treat you; they would never ever tire of you. You could truly be theirs for all of infinity. If only they could drive a wedge far enough into your perception of Majin until it broke entirely. Until he lost control of himself for the first time in eons.

It kept growing inside you just how long hundreds of thousands of years was. All it did was leave you with more questions that you felt would make you feel bad for the hedgehog. The least you could do was return what affections were given to you; if what the Mazins said were true, Majin had probably never felt a touch similar to the ones he'd always give you. (And the Mazins were just like him, right? It was just like hugging him.)

You brought your arms around the two manifestations of Majin and pulled them in close. In that moment they felt just a touch more real, and you could almost feel a heat along your sides and chest from them pressed against you.

You'd never done this with Majin before — it must mean something! You did see them as different, and worthy only of them!

Outside, beyond Majin's realm, the sharp blue demon paused on his little...hunt, noting the feeling in his chest. Overwhelming, it was. Oh, had those Mazins forgotten again that he felt everything they did? How they so often seemed to forget that. Well, it seemed his time in the real world was cut short this time around. A broken TV nearby provided him his access to his world, where that feeling hit him like a freight train the second he appeared in the darkness.

Insurmountable love for you, mixed with jealousy, and anger, and the kind of adoration only he could feel for you. Just what were they doing...? That jealousy soured the rest of that feeling that coursed through his body.

The Mazins' forms flickered, and they held on tighter to you. Majin had decided that time was almost done, apparently. Before they were gone, they had to, needed to do something. It'd surely get under Majin's skin. And hopefully he would become unstable once more.

He was close, their time was growing shorter and their nerves thinner in anticipation. They needed to time it. One second. Two. Majin drew nearer, just out of sight in the trees. In a few more seconds he'd be able to see you, and thus make them disappear.

Your face was met with something not all there, not quite warm. Lips meshed almost awkwardly, truly like you were kissing a mask. The action took you so much by surprise that you froze up, your own face going red in the shock of what was happening. Very slowly, almost carefully, you returned the gesture, the other Mazin trailing its hands along your body, before ultimately cupping your cheeks.

Oh, how they wished they could've seen Majin's face at that! How did it feel, that they got to kiss you before him? That they were getting the upper hand?

The feeling of rot and black hatred instantly consumed them, before they disappeared entirely. Leaving you to blunder and flounder over yourself until you regained control of your face. By the time you'd gotten over what happened, Majin was knelt in front of you, his face just as jubilant-looking as always.

You didn't know why you said what you did immediately after you saw him. What a simple thing to just say suddenly.

"Do you still kill people?" Will he kill you? You didnt ask that second question though.

For the first time there was the ghost of a gasp from Majin, the closest thing to a breath you'd ever heard him take. "I— Well— Let me explain, darling." He fumbled over himself, and you pushed yourself away an inch, pulling your legs to your chest.

"Then please, do. I'm...just curious, is all." And scared. But you needed to figure out even if you just gleaned it, if he had other plans for you other than keep you held in his world.

"I...used to. Ages ago, before some important things happened. I haven't in...oh, some few thousand years?" Other hedgehogs didn't count. They were nothing like those accidents from ages past. "I had never meant to either, my dear. I could never intentionally do that." It was just fun, it was just to show others his ideal world, his ideal universe of fun.

It wasn't his fault. It wasn't, it wasn't, it wasn't.

"And since they were accidents, I had to get better at mishaps like that happening. I promise you I always let them go after, if I could."

"So...when exactly am I going to leave?"

His eyes suddenly got dark, or maybe it was the growing shadows over his face. Thin white pupils looked at you from the abyssal, infinite void of his eyes

"Not until it's safe out there. You know what happened the last time. Others will hunt you down, darling." Even his voice was dark, and foreboding. Menacing, even.

"Do you know when it will be safe?"

"Perhaps it never will be again. There's too many of those...monsters out there now." The word "monsters" dripped like it were some kind of poison.

You weren't going anywhere, dearie. The violence was endless. Have you already forgotten the safety he gave you?

He loved you too much to let you free.

#oh man this one was a lot longer than I thought it'd be but good lord it feels so good??? I hope you like it :) #majin sonic #tw yandere #// yandere #ask to tag #day/night anon

[void-skoom]

Ok so here's my thinking. Ripley's a sentient right? A mimic no less. Or at least half of her is. But that other half? No one except her creator knows for sure.

But I'm thinking, like, so stick with me on this, what if being a void child was a bit more literal for her?

Like, originally she was supposed to just be a sentient mimic, made to replace the Dax before Ballas made Warframes an actual thing. But what if for some reason the Archimedean who made her couldn't quite get her to act/preform the way she was supposed to (since originally sentients were meant for terraforming and not for combat and said Archimedean wasn't the original creator) so they started dabbling in Void technology and integration. Then after years of study and planning and secrecy they finally, finally create this thing made of Void energy, bound to a core that fashions that energy into its own metallic skeleton, then a nervous system, and finally wrapping itself in a protective shell.

It'd still take time but eventually the shell would bend and soften and form something closer to a human everytime before finally, a baby is born.

A baby with wide glowing eyes that practically stare into your soul and a sharp mind waiting for directions and commands but trapped in a body to young and uncoordinated. At this point, her creator has dabbled much to far into the abyss and has paid the price. At this point the Archimedean has lost her own mind obsessing over her creation and now that it's finally here... She vanishes.

No one can remember her. No one remembers that she ever even existed. No one knows who that strange babe is or where is came from. A Dax squadron had found it in an abandoned lab, but they couldn't remember why they had been sent there. Either way, they're ordered to raise it and the child is brought up as Dax. It never speaks, so it never questions, it only obeys. It is never given a name, as they do not see it as a person. No one has seen it eat, and no one has seen it sleep, it only trains and fights as it is ordered. Both the Dax and the Orokin find it unsettling, and so they want it gone.

The experimental Void-jump was the perfect opportunity. If the jump succeeded, then they would never have to see it again, and if it didn't, if it just so happened to fail and something were to happen to those on board.... Well, what are the chances of that, right?

So anyways, how does this lead into Ripley and Xaku being the same person? Well for that I'll have to skip a bit. So let's say your Ripley, still only semi-sentient and not really getting to explore that whole deal since, ya'know, ya been at war for the past who knows how long. But now that war has finally ended, maybe you can finally start exploring that, right? Well ya don't really have a choice now, since all your ex-Orokin masters are either dead or on the run and it's not like you really liked those guys anyway. Also, unlike all the other tenno, you weren't allowed the safety of the Reservoir. There had been an incident you see, you had been a jailer once, during the war. You had been a warden posted on Venus where you had met a strange man... But that was a story for another time, now was the time for something much more important to you. Something you've been wanting to do for a very long time now: find Rell.

So find him you shall! If only you knew where to begin. You have no people skills, and your not even sure you can talk to begin with anyway so instead, you wander. Any rogue Orokin you come across are executed without mercy as you listen to the whispers of serpents. Eventually you find signs of him; members of a cult who spoke of dangers of the Void. Intrigued, you follow them, listening to their teachings, and finally you find him. Or rather, what's become of him. Bound to his Warframe in order to protect against the Voids madness, and once again you find yourself wondering what it was all for.

For what is the point of sentience if you find yourself alone and abandoned again and again. Your serpents whisper platitudes and yet still you can feel yourself falling into a deep dark depression. You recount Rells supposed teachings to yourself as you rest in your orbiter and think back. Back to the incident. The the Zariman. You hadn't been afraid back then, like the rest of the children had. You didn't understand them and their fear. Nor did you understand the adults madness. Instead, you observed, as you always had since the day you were born. The twisted looks on the faces of the adults reminded you of your creator's. Familiar glee and anguish then suddenly, gone. The endless dark outside the reinforced windows stared back at you with equally familiar eyes. And finally, when that being appeared in your reflection, you did not waiver. Instead, when it held out it's hand, for some reason you took it. You hadn't thought, hadn't been ordered. You just... Acted. On your own.

You're confused now, why had you accepted? No words were exchanged, it was as though they weren't needed. As though it was an agreement long ago embraced. Your mind races. Why? Why was it all so familiar? You had to know, you had to find out. Just as Rell did.

And so you do. For the first time in years you abandon your Warframe, your serpents plead for you to come back. Back to safety and normality. But you won't. You can't. You can hear something else's whispers now. Someone else. You step forward and take the plunge.

...

...

And now we're here. At the present. The tenno are back once more, awakened from their long dream. And so are you. Your form broken and forgotten, you claw your way back to the physical world once more. You remake yourself from what you can find. And arboriform skeleton to serve as your base and keep you together. Piece's of armor taken from equally as broken and mangled bodies. You emerge once more ready to fight.

#warframe #dax ripley #xaku #yes i am implying that Ripley is Lavos's original operator #fight me it fit her themes ok #gosh this was way longer than i thought it'd be #but also holy shit #and actual (vague) timeline for Ripley #hell yeah #anyway tell me what y'all think and dont be afraid to point out all the plot holes #its 2am so theres bound to be a lot