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ridleymb · 3 months ago
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Curse words
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enemylv1 · 4 months ago
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Currently doing a note goal
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Who I am?
I am enemyLV1 or elo for short, i am plural with a big mostly nonhuman system (list here) tough mainly Cípres is the one posting here, use any pronouns (including neos) on us and try nicknames, most of us are non human so if you have an issue with that bye.
I am from Chile , english is not my firts language and we have autism so sometimes may misunderstand what it is said, please tell if you dont understand.
What is the blog for?
This blog is for our drawings, writtings or any idea we have , please if we miss tag or mess up anythinc correct me!
we mainly post of kirby and oc's , but may post from time to time about other of my likes.
interests that we will speak long about
Kirby, sonic , portal , pokemon , slimes (in general) , cryptids, chilean history , space , marine creatures , spiders, stupendium , el cuarteto de nos, alan sutton, spongebob the musical, dinoprehis , digimon, etrian odessey, solarballs and miis
What are we ok with?
I am ok with suggestions, asks (about us or anything we created) , any fan stuff, scenarios , dms from mutuals , infodumps and any social interaction really (im just bad starting them). any tagging :D
What are we not ok with?
I am not ok with anything sexual , anything romantic ,I dislike using familial terms (like brother for example) on others (you can use them ,but do not expect me to follow unless is a character on rp). I dislike things like miss, lady or any formal femenine tittle, girl and more casual things are ok .
Topics that we are sensible about
Eating disorders, infections , abuse of any kind, child death ,ablelism, medical terms and cancer, this is not me saying I can not read , watch or even write about it, but sometimes I will avoid it.
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Extra
My sibling is @tmhj , I may use she/her on them , thats because star is not out irl
Sometimes we mess up names and pronouns it is not on porpuse , correct us please.
I (cípres) kin a slime, alicanto, turret from portal, recluse brown spider, sea bunny, hornet moth , scp 168 a digital thing (hard to explain) ,andean fox and questioning some more
we joined tumblr at 12/31/21, 9:13:09 AM
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My other blogs are here also there we participate in art fight we also have others social media but dont post on them, same name in all places if you are curious
Bye, hope you enjoy my blog
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userboxes by marionette-userboxes ,bored-dromaeosaur and we-the-vessel (deactivated ),wii-no-ma and thegoldenducky. binkies made on blikie cafe by us.
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cursedalthoughts · 1 year ago
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SHIPGIRL APPRECIATION DAY - Kearsarge
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USS Kearsarge. Let's start this post strong: Kearsarge is single-handedly the most unique character in the game (for legal reasons, in my opinion). Her design should already let you know why, but if you aren't seeing why, I will explain.
This post will divert a little bit from the formula I established post-DoY post (the first I did). It will include very, very heavy use of headcanons that are in no way supported by the lore, but I think are neat.
Personality-wise, Kearsarge knows she is superior. She is better than those other shipgirls that have decades of experience. That's simply a fact to her, and since it's a fact; all her actions do not come as arrogant. She just does things - she disregards your orders if she thinks they're not very efficient, she organizes your documents in a way she finds to be perfect regardless of what you prefer, she charges by herself or stays behind depending on the situation.
On occasion, I neglect your will and prioritize the here and now on the battlefield. While you are the Commander, sometimes you have to let your soldiers handle things – the sooner you accept this, the better.
Her approach isn't necessarily wrong, either. Despite this, Kearsarge is a very reliable shipgirl. She is, indeed, strong - her twelve 406mm main guns are accurate and devastating by themselves, but she also has access to a squadron of five F8F Bearcat attack aircraft. Her firepower is incomparable among Eagle Union backliners.
However, her personality doesn't stay like this forever. When you as the player character get closer to her, you discover she's just autistic. She deeply cares about you, but is so expressive about her emotions and trains of thoughts, it's easy to think she's just a self-centered arrogant woman who speaks with a detached tone. She will not outright tell you she's in love with you, but she will make you some borscht! (I should point out Kearsarge is, originally, a ship commissioned by the Soviet Union, hence her Russian influence). That's her love language.
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USS Kearsarge, steel version.
Design-wise, I adore how the artist YD managed to take one of the ugliest ships in World of Warships and turn her into such a beautiful, unique, one-of-a-kind shipgirls. An angel descending from the machine, a seraphim clad in steel and powered by steam. A herald from another timeline, where the Eagle Union necessitated the construction of Kearsarge. Her rigging divided symmetrically in half, her turrets and their support structure taking the shape of 4 wings of white metal, the faux wings and herself connected to a floating halo device to act as a mediator between the flesh and the steel. Her planes up in the air, a ghostly echo. Her arms stretched outwards, "fear not".
In the event Parallel Superimposition the commander visits a simulation based on the anomalous data from the hull of Anchorage. We learnt a lot about Anchorage, Dr. Aoste, Dr. Anzeel, and the Type-II hulls. We also learnt Bon Homme Richard exists in this simulation. Now, I believe this realm to be strictly speaking a simulation - not a real universe. However, when the event ended; TB had managed to gather enough information on Yorktown II, Northampton II, Hornet II, Hammann II and Langley II. Laffey II, as much as she made an appearance, couldn't be studied. I am guessing the same goes for Bon Homme. Who is to say Kearsarge doesn't come from this simulation? Or that she comes from a universe that parallels this simulation?
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Hopefully I shouldn't have to point the obvious similarities between Anchorage's rigging and Kearsarge's rigging. Anchorage is like a cherub accompanying the cyber-divine orchestra of Kearsarge's guns and planes.
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THIS WOMAN WILL NOT LEAVE MY MIND I HAVE SO MUCH BRAINROT FOR KEARSARGE
hopefully it's entertaining to read and y'all can see why i like her.
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vidavalor · 1 year ago
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Hi @vidavalor I just finished reading Crepes. You've convinced me. My only question is why did Aziraphale have to do the apology dance in 1793 if they had such a good time then?
Thank you for reading! Glad you liked it. There are sugar cookies tonight. *sets you up a plate* TWs: SA, PTSD
Aziraphale unintentionally triggered Crowley's trauma in that scene. Crowley and Aziraphale are both supernatural beings who were not in danger in the 1793 scene but what they didn't factor in when planning this little game is that Jean-Claude the Executioner was an independent variable. Crowley came into the room to see a scene suggesting that Jean-Claude was trying to sexually assault Aziraphale and, while Aziraphale being magical meant that he was not in danger of being overpowered, Aziraphale's response was also pretty fitting with anybody in that position, which is to say that he was more shocked than anything else. It shows how sometimes it doesn't matter how much objective power you might seem to have in a situation, the shock and horror of it can make you feel powerless. Crowley froze Jean-Claude the moment he came into the room but he also came into Aziraphale saying "no" and being touched against his will by this creep of a guy, which wasn't fun for Aziraphale but it wasn't great for Crowley, either, as he's a survivor of this kind of thing.
While Crowley plays along, what happened is present underneath the scene and then resurfaces more directly near the end when Crowley puts Jean-Claude into Aziraphale's clothes and renders him unable to fully speak, just to make sounds of protest, before letting the other guards drag him to the guillotine. Jean-Claude is the only human in the series that we've ever seen Crowley just send straight to Hell, basically. Murdering, rapey bastard who touched Aziraphale? Satan can have him and right now, before he hurts anyone else. Crowley even gave The Nazis the chance to run in the church in 1941, showing just how much he tries not to harm anyone, but he was so (understandably) bothered by Jean-Claude that he actively made sure he got some karmic payback.
The apology dance that Aziraphale did in 1793 was a verbal apology afterwards. I'm sure the apology dance is mostly verbal. Crowley giving it a literal dance while doing a verbal dance in S2 was a joke on their language of literal things and symbolic meaning beneath it. What Aziraphale had really asked for was the little verbal dance they do when they apologize to one another and Crowley added the literal dance to it. Crowley shows in the same moment as he sends Jean-Claude to his death that he doesn't want to dwell on it if they can help it, as he moves onto "what's for lunch?", but Aziraphale apologized and got him to talk about it afterwards, which is what is alluded to in it being one of the times Aziraphale lists having done the "'I was wrong' dance."
You could also make an argument that it's why Aziraphale chose Paris, 1793 in 2008 in the first place. It's a given that they've had plenty of delicious crepes since the days of The French Revolution, yes? But it's doubtful they've found themselves in a situation like one that happened with Jean-Claude since. In 2008, they haven't been able yet to speak really freely when they agree to go to lunch but Aziraphale knows what happened the previous night, in terms of Crowley having been tasked with delivering the antichrist, etc.. He knows Satan made an appearance. He chose Paris, 1793 as a way of referring to a time when Crowley had been badly triggered but he and Aziraphale talked about it and they were okay as a way of expressing in 2008 that it's important to him that they communicate like they did in Paris.
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wjehfshs · 2 years ago
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Ok I have an idea but i wasn't sure if I made it sense but here my idea:
So task force 141 had sent some rookies on a mission due strange things going on in the forest and but only one rookie survived and had they had camera to see what happen only to watch rookies get brutally murderer in a supernatural way like imagine you turn paper into a ball but instead of paper its a human body.
So ghost, gaz, and soap went to same mission only for them to be hunted by a strange entity and they run for there life's but they meet eldritch!pacifist!reader that made them want to scream but they saved them from the creature they were hunted down but reader has no trust in them.
But they apologize because that creature was their sibling and then a few years later you get captured by the enemy and you get saved by the boys also reader tells them that their sibling is coming so yeah start hiding.
After their sibling takes reader back home next morning you give them a gift saying " I was wrong about you "
Also if your wondering what's a eldritch think of slenderman or some scary monster that has supernatural that was never meant to exist
Also here the power of catbow you shall sleep
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Anyway I hope your doing well
Ty for the request!
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Eldritch reader, gore mentions, violence, made this whole watching marble hornets so it’s honestly perfect, blood mentions, if you can’t tell I really like writing horror
The 141 had sent out some rookies with live body cams for some training
As they where watching the body cams of the rookies they heard a scream through the microphone
One of the rookies dropped their cam onto the forest floor
They saw blood, heard bones crunching, and heard screams
The only thing they saw was some, thing, almost floating up to the last guy who was trying to run away
All they could see was him falling to the forest floor and his body contorting into what could only be described as a ball
Blood was everywhere, all over the camera lens as the crunching of bones finally ceased
They couldn’t even get a good look at the creature as it slipped away but it looked to be tall, slim, and almost dead looking
“We are not going out there Price! Fuck no” Soap argued
“Soap im sorry but someone has to go out there and I trust you three the most mate” he snapped back
They all groaned, fearing that this would be their last mission before they end up mutilated and contorted in the forest just like the rookies
The day of the mission came, they had their gear, weapons, body cams, and flashlights
As they were sneaking through the woods the entire time they felt uneasy
That’s when it happened
Gaz caught something in the corner of his eye
Unfortunately that something wasn’t quick enough to hide
It was the creature that murdered those rookies
It was hunting them
It was frozen in place for a moment before it started to creep up to them in the distance
“Go. Go fucking go!” Ghost managed to splutter out
Their legs started moving before their brains
They remember looking at the creature, hearing ghost, and then running
It was all a blur
They knew they couldn’t fight that thing
What was even the point of this mission?
This was where they died
Their contorted, crumpled bodies would have to be extracted from the forest probably weeks later
Even from the other side Price was yelling at them through the microphones to “pick up the fucking pace”
They saw another blur to their right
That’s when they heard the rustling of leaves and then unknown sounds
It sounded like yelling but in a foreign language
But not in any language they had heard before
Almost cracking their necks while turning their heads around they saw another one of those things
Back turned to them
Almost protecting them
Yelling at the other other undead looking creature
after a minute of this it backed off
Sneaking back into the unknown depths
Before they know it they saw the thing turn around and apologise to them
Wait. What the fuck
Did it just speak to them
“I’m sorry about that. That’s my sibling. They don’t really have their morals in place” it chucked, voice distorted, ranging from deep to high pitch each second, almost overlapping with itself.
Soap put a hand to his forehead, feeling the sweat dripping down his face “oh my god. I’ve gone insane” he laughed to himself
“No mate. I see it too…” Ghost whispered to him
Gaz just opened and closed his mouth over and over, unable to form even a thought apart from “run”
“What. The fuck. Is that” Price carefully whispered through the mic
“Are you three ok?” You asked cautiously
“Oh! Right I see you must think I’m going to hurt you. I promise I’m not. I’m a pacifist” you calmly explained
Soap was the first to speak up
“I… we, uh. Yes, alright” was all he managed to say
They where in a daze
You silently went back to where you emerged from
Leaving them alone and scared
3 years later the boys where on a mission
They where to sneak into the enemy’s base and collect info
That’s when they saw you
In a cage, like an animal at the zoo
“This… THIS?! Is what saved you 3 years ago?!” Price almost yelled at them
It wasn’t like he didn’t believe them, he was just terrified to see something so… grotesque
The 3 of them kept begging Price to let them free you. It was the least they could do right?
Finally he agreed and they all busted the lock
“Thank you. But my siblings coming so if you don’t want to be a literal meatball I would advise you ditch the mission and run” you laughed a little at your stupid joke
They all agreed it was for the best
They got back to base and a couple days later they got something in the mail, but it was wrapped in leaves and bark, with no address??
They opened it cautiously and found that it was 4 flower crowns made of sticks and grass
There was a note that seemed to be written with tree sap on a piece of wood
It read “thank you for saving me. I didn’t trust you when I first saved you to be honest but now I know I can. Love [name]”
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nonuggetshere · 1 year ago
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Flower, Hornet and Ghost discussing the two's names in the Abyss (where vessels made their own language by using body language, sounds and vague concepts conveyed through void speech since they didn't knew words yet), also Flower's twin's mentioned
"Don't you miss your old names?"
"Oh, we still use them sometimes."
She blinked. "You *do?*"
"Well, Ghost sometimes calls me by mine. I do that more rarely, and mostly just use feelings and concepts when I do, sort of like mixing their old name with their new? I don't like making any noises in public, so that's the best I could do."
"I like my new-old name." Ghost signed with a smile, speaking along in void speech. "I think it suits me more than my old one."
She nodded with a hum then turned to their elder sibling. "And what about you?"
"Well, I was named after my shyness and curiosity." They smiled sheepishly. "So I think it still suits me very well."
"I think it'd suit you better if we added a scream to it."
Flower laughed. "Thanks for the suggestion, Ghost, but I don't need you to have any more of an excuse to use that horrid noise you invented."
"In all seriousness," Ghost added after a moment of silence. "I think your old name would suit you better if it was more like..." Ghost made that noise Flower did when explaining their name to Hornet, but focused more on the feeling in void speech. It felt light and musical, yes, but it also felt warm and welcoming.
Flower paused, that particular solemn look crossed their face whenever they talked about... "More like...theirs...?"
"Not necessarily." Ghost started signing again. "But you've become more protective since then, more caring. You make me feel safe, I wanted to convey that."
Flower hummed softly, seeming content with that answer, but peered back down at the warm cocoa in their hands, just staring at their drink.
"...What was their name like?"
They hummed softly, searching for right words in their head, wanting to get the feeling just right. "It went something like this..." They made a similar humming noise as with their name, but lower, rumbly. "It felt...warm, gentle..."
"Safe." Ghost added, and their sibling nodded in agreement.
"Safe."
"It sounds similar to yours."
Flower smiled. "Just a bit, don't forget you're only getting part of it. Mine was lighter, theirs was warmer. But yes, since we're twins we thought it'd be fun to have matching names."
Ghost's hand suddenly shoot up. "They named me after I keep running off after shadow creepers."
"And *constantly* getting into trouble. Can't count the times either of us had to pull you away from almost falling down some ravine, falling into the void lake or cracking your head open on the stones." Flower paused then laughed. "Not much changed since then, huh?"
"Nope!" Ghost exclaimed with a smile before pouring their hot cocoa down their eyeball, earning a shiver from both of their siblings.
Hornet gladly looked away from the horrors she was perceiving and looked at their older sibling. "What are shadow creepers?"
"Think Crawlids, but simpler." After a while, they added. "And creepier."
"So, if you had picked names based on your old ones," Hornet started. "What would they be?"
Flower sipped their cocoa as they mused over their reply, trying to think of the best translations or something that could convey the same feeling.
"I think Ghost's name almost fits, if we're going off of the ending note. Maybe something like...Adventurer or...Bold."
"Or Trouble."
They laughed. "*Trouble.* Yes, that suits you best."
Hornet shook her head. "Oh, does it ever..." She then looked back at Flower. "And yours?"
They hummed. "Maybe...Echo. Yeah, I think Echo gets the point across."
"Or Breeze." Ghost added. "Or...or Melody."
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teenage-idiot · 2 years ago
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In the Blink of an Eye - 11
Avengers Age of Ultron | Quicksilver x Female Reader Fan-fiction.
*WARNING SPOILERS*
Contains strong language, sexual references and mentions of death.
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CHAPTER 11
I looked around, dust flying up all around me from the aircraft's powerful turbines. 
"You guys ready?" asked Steve.
"As ready as we'll ever be," Tony answered in a sarcastic tone.
"Okay, then let's do this," Steve spoke as he removed his shield from his back.
Most of the people in the area had cleared out, obviously not wanting to be in the middle of a huge battle. I looked around me and the enemy began swarming around all of us, like a giant hornet's nest. There were loads of them. More than I could count, surrounding us all. Everyone else had begun fighting, while I just stood there, my head spinning, heart pounding in my ears and in my chest. I turned my head and saw one of them rushing towards me. I used my telekinesis to smack him with a piece of debris, almost like a reflex action. I was quickly doing the same thing to many more of them, using my telekinesis to not only whack them with whatever large objects were close by, but also to throw the enemies themselves, as if they were rag dolls that I was playing with.
Out of the blue, I heard a scream. A high-pitched, bloodcurdling, deafening scream. I flung my head back and forth trying to figure out where it had come from.
"There are still civilians in the area!" Cap yelled as he knocked one of the guys straight to the ground with his shield, "Wanda, y/n, round up all the civilians and get them to safety, away from the fight!"
We made eye contact for a second, and I gave him a simple nod to let him know I would get the job done. I looked at Wanda and she smiled at me.
"We've got this," she said.
And with that we took off, racing towards the mass of buildings that formed the city. We agreed that I would take one row of buildings, while she took the other, and then we'd move on to the next lot.
I raced inside the first building, pieces of concrete and cement scattered around the floor. There was no sign of anybody so far, so I carried on, going further into the building. I heard a slight whimper and looked to my left to see a woman and a little girl huddled up against a wall. I crouched down to their level before I started to speak.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you," I said as soothingly as possible, "but I need to get you out of here. This area isn't safe. Here, take my hands." 
I extended my arms out towards the two, the woman taking one, and the girl the other. I helped them up and then checked to see if they were badly injured in any way. Thankfully they weren't.
"Okay, come with me. I'm going to get you out of here but we need to find any other civilians nearby alright?" I looked at them intently as I spoke, noticing their eyes were full of fear and dread at what might be to come. 
Slowly they nodded, and I turned around, ready to search for more people. 
"Thank you," the woman said faintly.
I smiled at her, and then the three of us began to look for others who could be close by. We managed to find nine more people inside the building, and once I was sure there was nobody else inside, we headed outside to be met with Wanda and her group of people.
"I managed to find twelve," she said.
"Eleven," I replied.
There was a brief moment of silence before I decided to speak.
"Let's get these people to safety and then we can continue our search for others," I said, Wanda giving me a quick nod as a reply.
We rushed the people out of that part of the city to another part where there were police and ambulances waiting. We were soon satisfied that these people were safe, and headed back into the big city to find more civilians.
Wanda and I continued the search, finding more and more people as we carried on. We had just dropped off our ninth group at the safe site and had gone back out for our tenth. We teamed up to search the final building, and we had already found five people inside. Wanda was helping them out while I was having a quick last look around.
"Help! Somebody please! I'm stuck!" somebody cried out.
I looked worriedly at Wanda and she motioned for me to go as she began taking the last group to safety.
The cry for help had come from deeper within the building, of that I was certain, however where exactly I wasn't too sure. 
"Hello?" I called out, praying that the person wasn't unconscious and would hear me.
"Over here," I heard them say.
I spotted them soon enough and bolted over to help them. It was a young boy, probably around the age of twelve. He grimaced in pain, and I looked down to see that his leg was wedged between two large pieces of concrete.
"Don't worry, I'll get you out of here," I said as I offered him a reassuring smile.
"What's your name?" I asked him.
"Jake. What's yours?" he returned the question.
"I'm y/n," I answered, kneeling down beside him. "Jake, are you in a lot of pain?" I questioned, concern lacing my tone. 
"Yeah, my leg really hurts," he said, grimacing once again.
"Okay Jake, I want you to close your eyes and count to ten. You do that and it'll all be over, okay?" I told him.
"Okay," he answered quietly.
I began moving the pieces of concrete from the pile that was balanced on top of one of the pieces Jake's leg was trapped between. Once the pile was done, I removed the large piece weighing down on his leg.
His eyes opened, and he realised he was now free.
"Come on Jake, let's get out of here," I smiled down at him. "Can you get on my back?" I asked.
"Yeah," he answered quickly.
I bent down a bit and pulled him up onto my back. I stood up a little bit more and then exited the building as fast as I could. 
We got to the safe site and Wanda was there looking awfully worried. I placed Jake back down, making sure he was stable and standing on his good leg, and then handed him over to the paramedics and other ambulance staff.
"Thank you y/n," Jake smiled.
"It was no problem," I said, returning the same golden smile he'd given me.
"Y/n, I was beginning to get worried about you," Wanda spoke, her accent standing out more than usual, probably from all the stress.
"I'm fine Wanda, really. Are you okay?"
"Oh, I'm fine," she said matter-of-factly.
"Great. Then let's go help out the others," I said.
We both darted back into the city, going past the dozens of buildings that loomed over us as we ran back to help the others win this crazy battle.
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thevoidknights · 1 year ago
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throughscarleteyes​:
He was such an idiot. And yet, what was the point in hiding it anyway? Why not at least let his precious knight be happy? Why not let himself be happy?
You’re not allowed to be happy. It’s your job to make others happy.
Despite the panic gripping his heart, there is a heat on his face when Syltyr speaks. Did he really do that much? It’s so hard to believe he ever did enough. Hard to believe anyone felt anything for him but pity. Something he hated more than anything. But, would they really be here if they only pitied him? At this point, he didn’t know. His mind was frazzled, a complete mess as it rushed back and forth with thoughts he’s had a thousand times.
A quiet chitter leaves him at the gentle affections that he hardly has the ability to return. He’s exhausted, yet his body buzzes with a frigid fear. That only grows worse. He looks up at Syltyr, his eyes bright, afraid.
“I’m fine.”
It comes out too fast, a habit all to clearly. It screams in his head, trying to drill it into himself. He was fine. Nothing was wrong. He tries to steel himself with it. He wasn’t hurting, he wasn’t afraid. He was fine. He tries to build his walls, keep his mask on.
…And it falls apart.
He swallows harshly, tears finally escape his eyes and he has to avert his gaze. He wishes they weren’t seeing him like this. He was pathetic, disgraceful. He can feel himself shaking. He feels cold. He feels sick. He cracks a smile. It’s not real.
“I…I’m sorry… I forget I’m not the only perceptive one here…”
He should know better. They were the most perceptive bug he knew, they always were. Now, what did he even say to them? He couldn’t tell them the truth, not after this. They couldn’t know. He holds onto their hand, he doesn’t want to let go. He feels he may slip away if he does.
“…I never wanted you to worry. I promise I’ll be okay… But I’ll admit…the failure of the ritual has left me with more of an ache… I’ve been fine, it’s just…rather annoying.”
“And I suppose…panicking is not helping it…”
He wants to leave it at that. It’s not a lie, not entirely. He hopes they’ll take it. He can’t tell them the truth. He thinks his heart will give out if he does.
Syltyr waits and watches with what they hope looks like concern, not pity nor harsh judgement as that is not what they feel. Just an overwhelming amount of concern over the state of the moth. They were not blind, yet, and could see that his condition was not a good one, especially in his body language. There was no need to see him clearly to hear and read his movements to know the other was weakened and hurting terribly. It was movements they themself have made more times than they could count. Gods know that they could tell when someone is hurting now. 
At the all too quick response they withhold their disapproving chitter, there was no need for it. They knew that Grimm recognized that they wouldn’t buy it. It was a lie they used all too often. Even now as they use it as their mantra to force down the deep, full body agony from training. It wasn’t important now, though they know they will regret not taking steps towards easing it later. It hurts so terribly but... They’re fine, they could ignore it longer they tell themself once more as Grimm breaks his mask and allows the tears to fall. There, there was the reaction they knew he was hiding. 
There is a brief shake of their head to show his apology wasn’t necessary but they do not speak yet, letting him gather his thoughts and emotions enough to continue. Only once the moth is done speaking do they give him a softened look of worry and relief, glad he’d spoken about it. This, they knew, was not all of it however they will not push for more yet. It would do no more good and merely cause the moth more distress he clearly doesn’t need then. They start to breath more visibly and slightly louder in long, slow breaths to try and get Grimm to copy them to help calm him down some too., using the same trick Hornet had done on them plenty of times. One they were skilled at thanks to Ghost and Clover.
“... I worry more when problems are hidden from me... You all do this for my sake but it does no more than hurt more later when the truth is revealed,” they sigh softly, fondly, though still exasperated. It made them feel as helpless now as they once did when they could do nothing but accept things happening around them when they were a finely tuned tool and weapon. They mentally shake that thought away before continuing, “thank you for trusting me enough to tell me this Grimm. I apologize for causing this panic to begin with by my unexpected confession but it’ll be alright now okay? Is there anything that can help you relax while we’re here?”
@throughscarleteyes
It's a relief that Grimm isn't beyond his limits right then, though Hollow didn't know that at the moment. They only knew that he was in a state a bit less than optimal. However, they still don't mind this since it was seemingly helping the moth with whatever he was struggling with. A chirp escapes them at the gentle coaxing to continue their question and this time they find themself to be the one pausing. Then while they were collecting their thoughts he reminds them of the bombshell that had elated them but also confused and enraged them... Grimm could understand Void now. Giving a small nod they slowly speak up, voice low and hesitant.
"I had forgotten you had this talent now. I... I was going to ask if I could try the smoke as well. Not only to better understand what you were explaining but also because if it quiets thoughts then that would be a relief right now."
Their thoughts weren't as bad as normal thanks to Grimm's presence alone but they were also still not gone.
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1987vampire · 3 years ago
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Kissing Contest | Proxies
Fandom: Creepypasta / Marble hornets
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: none <3. this is just a lil emotional comfort for my main man Timbert in the proxies x reader relationship
A/N: i would like to give him a lil smooch,,, perhaps a kiss, maybe a lil MWAH.
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                The morning light peeking through the black-out curtains in your bedroom was a welcome way to wake up in the morning. The pale yellows peeking through the slats between the curtains hit your face at just the right angle, and you blearily opened your eyes to greet the morning sky.
Toby hadn’t budged in the slightest as you moved to sit up, rubbing at your eyes as you took in the empty room. Huh. Where were the other two?
You gently picked up Toby’s arm that had fallen from your chest to your lap as you stood, reaching your arms high above your head and letting your back crack before venturing out into the rest of the home. A small clang and mumbled speaking reached your ears, and you followed the noises until you were in the kitchen. Brian and Tim were cooking something. Well, Tim was cooking, Brian was leaning against the counter, seemingly teasing him for something if his body language and the stupid smirk on his face were anything to by.
Brian turned as you made your way towards them, his smirk falling into a genuine smile as you rubbed at your eye again, still trying to wake up. “Hey, doll, you sleep well?”
Tim’s head snapped over, his face beet red as he looked at you. Wonder what Brian had been teasing him about to have him so flustered.
Brian reached an arm out, gently pulling you into his embrace. You rested your head on his chest, the cushion it provided giving you enough comfort to relax against him. “Slept fine, but y’all weren’t in bed.”
You could hear a smile in his voice as he spoke. “Sorry about that. Tim wanted to make breakfast since we haven’t been eating the best recently.”
You grumbled but accepted the excuse, looking over to the other man. “Good morning, Tim.”
He huffed, nodding as he stared at the pan in front of him. From what you could make out it looked like scrambled eggs mixed with fried potatoes, bacon already made and set to the side. “Mornin’.”
Brian shifted, looking at the other male before he moved a hand from your waist to your face, gently tilting it up until you were looking at him again. He leaned down, slowly, like he was putting on a show, before pressing his mouth to yours, not moving, just a gentle kiss that lasted a few moments before he pulled away. You stared at him for a moment before moving to rest against him again, happy from the affection.
Tim huffed again but didn’t say anything.
It was quiet for a few moments before Toby came stumbling into the kitchen, grumbling to himself before latching onto your back, ignoring Brian in the process. “Y-you weren’t in be-ed,” he mumbled. “I need m-my goo-ood morning kiss-sss.”
You hummed a sort-of greeting before turning enough to look at him. He pressed forward, kissing you on the cheek and then mouth before walking away and to the table, falling into his chair with a sleepy smile. Tim motioned for the two of you to follow the boy’s lead. “Breakfast is ready, go on, sit.”
You waved him away, sitting beside Toby with a huff but smiling up at him as he placed a plate in front of you. He hesitated for a split second before he leaned down, surprising you with a good morning kiss as well. You grinned as he pulled away. His face had flushed red again, and he cleared his throat before moving to grab the rest of the food. Brian sat across from you with a proud look on his face, and as Tim sat down as well, you all dug in.
Breakfast was relatively quiet especially since Toby was still half-asleep as he ate, evident by the amount of food he managed to have fallen from the gaping wound in his cheek. He hadn’t even noticed he was chewing on the wrong side until he went to swallow only to look down and realize the mess he had made. Brian had stolen everyone’s dishes, telling us that it was his turn to wash dishes, and you made your way to the bathroom, wanting to shower before starting the day.
You were mildly surprised when Toby hadn’t followed you in or busted in once the shower had started. You had managed to put a bit of product in your hair by the time the boy knocked loudly only to open the door immediately without waiting for a response. You chuckled to yourself. “Yes, Toby,” You questioned as you rinsed the soap out. He shuffled from foot to foot outside of the glass, and you cracked it open to look at him.
He grinned, pouncing forward and kissing you quickly before running from the bathroom, laughing as he did. You stood still, stunned for a moment, before chuckling to yourself. Weird, but not the strangest thing he’s done.
So, you continued, not taking as much time as you normally did since you were alone this time. As you exited the shower, you followed your normal routine before wrapping a towel around your body and opening the door only to be greeted by Brian who was passing by. He paused at the sight of you and stepped forward, kissing you quickly before walking away.
You watched as he left. Okay, that one was a bit stranger, but still semi-normal. The abnormal one was after you had dressed when Tim had come up behind you, kissing you softly before disappearing into another room. Two kisses from Tim already today? That was strange.
The cycle continued throughout the day, and though it was nice getting so much affection from the boys, it was also a bit strange. It wasn’t in any order, either, just one boy and then another a few moments later. As you cleaned up around the house. As you sat around watching TV. As you were reading a book. You couldn’t turn a corner without one of the boys kissing you.
Tim seemed to grow redder and redder with every kiss he gave you, fumbling with his fingers and huffing to himself. You were almost worried, but Brian was always right behind him, giving a teasing smile and pat on the back.
It wasn’t until Toby had you backed into the couch that you found out what was happening. You had been sitting, scrolling through social medias on your phone mindlessly when Toby had placed himself on your lap, knee on either side of you, forcing you to give him attention. He giggled, and you automatically tilted your face up to him, awaiting the kiss he would give you.
He gave you way more than one, though. It was endearing the way he did it. He placed his hands on your cheeks, holding you still before he puckered up, pressing his mouth to yours before letting out a loud, obnoxious “mmmmmmmwah!”
You couldn’t help the grin that lit up your face at the sound, encouraging him to continue. He squished your face a bit, forcing you to close your mouth and make stupid fish lips so he could continue his stupidly romantic assault. “Mwah. Mwah. Mwah. Mwah!” Each kiss was followed by the obnoxious sound, both of you in giggling messes as he moved to the rest of your face, pressing hips lips to your cheeks, nose, forehead, chin. Any place he could reach on your face was under attack from him and his noises.
“Mwah! Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!”
He was interrupted as Tim walked into the room, the man taking in the sight before groaning loudly, breaking Toby’s pace. “Oh, come on, kid, that doesn’t count,” Tim groaned, smacking his face with his hands.
Toby turned at the sound, dropping back to rest his weight on your thighs and his calves, still holding your face. He squished your cheeks even more, turning you to look at Tim as well. “O-oh, come on, o-old m-mmm-man! Loo-look at them!”
And there you were, lips forcibly puckered up, face red from laughing, practically glowing from happiness, and he melted, shoulders dropping. “That still – That’s gotta be against the rules or something.”
You tilted your head, confused. “Rules?” The word was muffled, not very coherent as you tried to talk around Toby’s hands. The boy in question let go of your face, grinning at Tim. “What’re y’all talking about.”
Toby tilted his head, mimicking my actions. “Ye-yeah, Tim, what’re we t-talking a-about?”
Tim ran a hand through his hair, sucking his teeth. We were both quiet, waiting for him to talk. Though Toby was obviously in on whatever it was, he just wanted to embarrass Tim as much as he could. He was mean like that sometimes.
Tim shuffled from foot to foot, not meeting your eyes as he spoke. “Brian was joking about how I don’t give you enough affection this morning. He said that I wouldn’t be able to give as much as he normally does, and I said I could. So, we made a little bet. Toby just joined in to make my life harder.”
You blinked up at him, smiling. “I think you give plenty of affection.”
He finally looked at you. “What?”
You shrugged. “Just because you don’t give me kisses every ten seconds like someone,” you cut your eyes to Toby who beamed at the attention, “doesn’t mean that you don’t give me affection. You just show it in different ways.”
“I just see how they are with you. It was a joke, yeah, but sometimes I worry that you don’t think I love you as much as they do.” His fingers were twitching, and you knew he was itching for a cigarette, obviously anxious at the situation. He was never one to speak about his emotions unless absolutely needed. “I know I’m not the best sometimes about this whole,” he threw his hands out, gesturing wildly, “relationship thing.”
You tapped Toby’s thighs, silently telling him to get up, and he did, shuffling off to the side. You walked over to the older man, holding your hands out for him to take if he wanted. He did, silently pulling you closer until you were rested against him like you had with Brian that morning, head on his chest. You traced patterns into his arm as you spoke. “I think you’re doing great, Tim.” He relaxed again, shoulders slumping and fingers not twitching. “You show me love in so many ways. You always make sure we’re taken care of and eating well. You go with me to the store when I don’t want to go alone. You give me little things from the store, and you sit with me when I’m sad. Even just you and me sitting in the same room together doing different things is just a way you show your love. You don’t have to be like them; you’re your own person.” You looked up at him, smiling. “And if you want to give me kisses and hugs, I’m here to accept them, but don’t feel like you need to.”
Tim sighed, leaning down and pulling you even closer, resting his head on your shoulder. “I love you so much.”
You laughed, pressing a kiss to the side of his head – the first kiss you had initiated out of the entire day. “I love you too, dum-dum.”
Toby groaned loudly behind us, and you giggled as he spoke. “I-I still th-think I won.”
Tim looked up. “You cheated.”
He gasped, throwing his entire body forward. “Y-you bite your t-tongue!”
“What does that even mean?”
“W-wouldn’t you like t-to know, old m-mmm-man.” 
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emmacreatures · 2 years ago
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A DANGEROUS START
This will possibly happen more often but I always adore thinking of many ways the two can meet, I can never decide whats canon or not so I just write so manybhejdbd. Sometimes when your brain has the first idea, after more exploring, another even better idea can pop up and so on, especially when other characters are added! This one popped up a few days ago, but I was finally able to write all day and BOY AM I LOVING THIS. I'm REALLY happy about this one! Featuring mainly Quaritch and Ka'am. But actually, lyle and Ter'ran are also quite in the picture! I hope you enjoy~
Ter'ran was stupid enough to get caught by the sky people. He wanted to mock them most likely, getting too close and got easily captured by them. Overestimating himself and ending up getting in more trouble seemed to be a re-occuring thing at Ter'ran's side..
"You Skxaung.." Ka'am whispered so angrily when he saw his friend got taken as they originally were out for a hunt, but had split ways to get stuff easier. He mixed so well in the environment that no one could sense or figure he was around once Ter'ran had been caught. Before he knew, Ter'ran was taken to one of their helicopters, so called hornets in their language.. Ka'am knew if he would shoot people which he could with his arrows, it would become more of a problem, making these RDA people crawl all over their lands.. Possibly not worth it for one individual, even if it was Ka'am's best friend. So as tricky as Ka'am was, he would wait for them to get in the air and to their base.. Following them. Wanting to attack them at night to see if he could manage to get Ter'ran an escape with the help of Ka'am. While Ter'ran felt overly confident with himself, mocking, bragging in the best english he could as he wasnt 100% advanced, he did hope that Ka'am would try and help him. Despite their friendship was interesting, he at furst assumed right away that Ka'am would come for him, but as the time passed.. He knew Ka'am was a rather loner type and knew better, making Ter'ran do realize his stupid actions just like this one. Hoping his best friend eventually would pop up.
"What are we gonna do with him Colonel." Lyle asked as he passed Ter'ran, glaring with his stupid glasses before Quaritch noticed eclipse was coming near, standing at the RDA base while looking through the window. "I'm guessing someone must worry or help this individual eventually, if he has friends.." Quaritch said as he looked only with his eyes into the direction of Ter'ran. "If we're smart, we'll put up a trap, just wait. I think its good to watch out and see whoever may bite. They may be more intelectual than this one" Quaritch said without much shame, as Ter'ran's ears folded flat. After harrumphing rather loud, Ter'ran who was all stuck with cuffs and all, not being able to go anywhere as he was put on the ground, glared and dared to speak. "You know, my english might suck, but I can 100% understand you, you dick" Ter'ran said, almost wanting to hiss, but as soon as Quaritch heard it for his ears twitched, he turned to Ter'ran, showing him a glare he hadnt met before. "Is that so?" Quaritch said as Ter'ran immediately regretted his life choices.. "lyle.. How about you show this man some manners." Quaritch said loud and clear, making Lyle smirk who turned to Ter'ran, who just made a stupid face to Lyle.. Quaritch scared him, but Lyle was just asshole material for Ter'ran "You dont have to ask me twice Colonel" he said with a lot of energy; glaring at Ter'ran before pulling him up roughly at his arm that was cuffed. "Meanwhile, lets see who might care for you" Quaritch said, watching the forest of pandora, serious and determined... Hoping they might catch a better Na'vi, who would have a different mindset than Ter'ran. He really was the worst of troublemakers with a big mouth.
"fucking BASTARDS" Ter'ran yelled in his cell as soon as he was thrown in. He managed to tackle Lyle while being cuffed, trying to run for his life before having received a slam in the face, which gave him a nice extra purple eye along the rest. Lyle had underestimated the man's strength despite having seen the muscle Ter'ran has. He really hated the Na'vi to death right now. If it wasnt for Quaritch who had told him to come back as soon as the man was locked up a bit later, he would've kicked his ass for god knows how long. "fuckin shit" Lyle whispered as he wiped his nose clean, having gotten a few harsh hits before he had thrown Ter'ran into his rightful place as of right now. "I'll get that bloody bastard later.." he continued to whisper before coming back to Quaritch who had called him through his ear bud. Quaritch was ahead of the way Na'vi slowly started to work. "I want you to be ready with your sniper at any given moment now.. Since Eclipse is coming near. I have the feeling Na'vi like to work at night." He said, being intelligent as he is, for he heard Lyle agree and get all stuff ready.
Ka'am had followed them hiddenly, showing no sign as he made his way through the jungle, close to bridgehead. The man was as silent as the wind, getting closer to one of the more back entrances.. Seeing the exact helicopter which had some special markings nearby that station.
"Can't believe I'm getting that idiot of a friend out of this.. And for what." Ka'am whispered in Na'vi, grabbing his arrow before pulling it ready, breathing in silently.. As a slight hesitation popped up while having a perfsct aim on one of the people guarding some of the doors.. Ka'am was one of the people, if not.. Only na'vi that always suggested to rather speak to the sky people, rather than kill them right away. His curiosity to what they wanted was big.. but no one ever wanted to listen or understood why he would even consider it. They always told him to never go near them. To never interact.. but all Ka'am wandered, was what their thoughts were like. What their ways would like. He thought that due the Na'vi attacked them with their life, all the sky people would do was to attack back. Ka'am's mindset and brain was unlike most in general, but due his own mind came through in the act of almost killing one of them.. He stood there, ready to pierce through people's chests with his arrows. But his personal opinion came through..
With a slight groan, he put it back, trying to get inside without having to kill anyone at first despite he was insanely good at them, like his own sister, never missing an aim. Ka'am also figured it would be best not to kill anyone, because it would track attention real fast.. making his approach more difficult, but he never minded to step back from a big challenge. As he put his bow around his chest, he started to make his way closer to the entrance, having learned it from his thanator, like a predator almost crawling through the woods.
Coming near to the entrance, he grabbed a human at his legs like a snake out of the blue, making it drop unconcious once he pulled, yet putting them out of sight so no one would question where or what happened.. It didnt take Ka'am long to sneak inside, using his skills to hopefully find ter'ran as quickly as possible. Being focused on finding Ter'ran, he did at times not only look inside rooms that were around in case anyone would spot him, but also being curious what went on inside of Bridgehead.. "We got an alarm ongoing at gate 7.. Might as well have to check whats ongoing" Two humans said as they started running through the corridor, for Ka'am heard them approach. Sneakily getting into a corner, almost turning invisible while he was huge compared to them, he smirked as soon as they passed, continuing the search to Ter'ran. But despite Ka'am not having been captured on camera nor sensors.. The dissapearances of the knocked out humans did slowly start to show up.
"Ma'dam. We keep having several men and women dissapear on their radars.. We dont know why. There isnt an error for what all we know" Some said to Ardmore, for Quaritch caught up on it. Being around. "Can you give me the exact connections that seemed to have dissapeared" Quaritch decided to get in on it, walking rather strong while having made the specific marine hand movements so Lyle and the others followed. Lyle, who walked steadily behind the man having his sniper ready, filled it with tranquilizer darts.
Ka'am who sneakily got more and more deep into the huge building complex, quickly read which way to go. not having attracted any attention to himself yet only the possible victims who were put unconscious by his hits.. He knew sooner or later he should be nearby. Ter'ran, who sat on the ground, pissed as hell, heard some noises of some things falling against metal, hearing small thuds. Trying to stand up with his hands cuffed, he walked up to the side door that was see through.. Eventually seeing Ka'am. "OMG FINALLY. Ka'Am?! I'M HERE YOU DIPSHIT. What took you so long! DUDE" Ter'ran yelled for him in Na'vi, making Ka'am almost put a deathwish in his eyes. "STOP YOU SKXANG?!
I will goddamn kill you once you're out there" Ka'am signed in sign language in Na'vi, not wanting to speak as it was easier rather than yelling through the glass cell. Not wanting to track ANY attention, in which Ter'ran did the opposite. "stop your volume or you'll get us KILLED" Ka'am kept on signing with his hands, making Ter'ran glare before just wanting to get out of here. But sadly, Ter'ran's behavior would soon get them in trouble.
"Sir, our prisoner is acting rather active all the sudden" Quaritch got a sudden message from one of the teammembers who watched over the cells, making him and Lyle go straight up to that area.. Noticing a tall Na'vi indeed stand right next to the cell. "Lyle" "already on it colonel" Lyle said strict as he quickly aimed onto the new Na'vi, smirking as he shot fast.. Hitting Ka'am in the leg for Ka'am didnt make a noise but it sure fucking hurt. 'fuck'.. He thought before pulling the dart out, grabbing his own bow and arrow before continuing to walk hiddenly behind some desks and inbetween computers, noticing rather fast where the one who shot at him was located with the others.. He felt his brain started to have troubles thinking thanks to the tranquilizer.. But it didnt stop Ka'am. "Did you hit him." Quaritch said as he grabbed his gun ready, being attentive as they slowly walked to the cells, seeing Ter'ran was still stuck who stuck his tongue out to the RDA. "I'll get you later" Lyle said angrily to Ter'ran, who got corrected by Quaritch, saying Lyle should focus. "Did you hit him Lyle" Quaritch said rather angrily now, for the man hadnt replied to him yet. "what do you think?" "LYLE!" Quaritch wasnt tolerating Lyle's almost sassy behavior, for Ka'am heard they were struggling or at least being angry at each other, making use of it by aiming on one of the computers with his bow, hoping the cell by that would open.. The second Quaritch saw a bow, pass him with just a few inches apart, right onto the computer, the colonel glared towards Lyle.
"ARE YOU SURE?!" Quaritch said deadly, 'because obviously he can still move around which is not what we goddamn want' Quaritch thought, but seeing Lyle frown of confusion made it clear. He must've been hit, but how was he still moving. Plus.. Said Na'vi could've easily hit them, but instead aimed for the computers. "I 100% did but he keeps running??" Lyle said for he quickly reloaded his tranquilizer gun..
For Ka'am definitely hit a computer to cause errors.. As there were so many, it didnt seem to open the cell.. And as minutes passed which felt like seconds, the sedative started to get to Ka'am for his tolerance was already high. For Ka'am eventually showed his face for the first time without hiding, pointing at Lyle and Quaritch with his arrow.. Holding his aim without any shiverings, he felt his legs started to have issues standing up.. For Ka'am eventually made eye contact with Quaritch who held his gun in the direction to Ka'am.. Seeing a rather life threatening look, Lyle in the meantime took his chance to shoot again, hitting Ka'am again in his leg again.. But surprisingly, while Ka'am looked life threatening to Quaritch, the colonel almost tilted his head, seeing the na'vi man wasnt sure of shooting at him directly. and in that exact moment, Lyle knew he should shoot. The double tranquilizer definitely started to hit Ka'am.. For the man almost hissed but stayed silent, he couldnt keep his body up anymore, letting his bow and arrow fall before falling to his knees...
Yet despite his body was about to stop working for a bit, Ka'am hissed once while he grabbed a knife from his back.. Not giving himself up so easily. Quaritch and Lyle stepped closer.. Seeing he was fighting and still conscious.. The more seconds passed, the more knocked out Ka'am became to where he dropped his knife, falling upon his back. Quaritch slowly approached and kneeled down on one leg, seeing Ka'am still wanting to protest.. "I wouldnt try that if i were you.." Quaritch just said almost calm at this point but confident, before their eye contact was broken, Ka'am was finally unconscious.
Ter'ran glared furiously at the two, hissing furiously at lyle especially. "Oh you're next-" Lyle wanted to say before planning on going to Ter'ran's cell. "no." Quaritch said as he leaned down to check Ka'am's neck, feeling a slow but steady pace. Deep asleep at this point. "Put him in his own cell, away from his friend. I want to speak to him later" Quaritch said loud and clear, standing up as with help of the other RDA group, they got Ka'am in his own cell while the man was absolutely out of it. "Corporal, do you have any of the cameras working outside.. I might want to check upon some things.." Quaritch said as he walked back to the computer area, wanting to see footage of outside. Possibly to see how Ka'am got in in the first place.
"Do me a favor and try to find what happened at gate 7, somewhere between now and an hour ago.. and from there on see anything that comes through this side" Quaritch said as he held his side with one hand and with the other, pointing at the specific areas he wanted people to look. It took them a while, but eventually, they found it. "sir we might've found something.. Its not much but-" one of the human workers said as Quaritch leaned down, watching the screens before the person made them large enough so Quaritch could stand back one. "we found one, sneaking through but.. he seems to just watch most of the time, and not attack like the others.. He didnt kill a single man or woman. He knocked them out it seems, and most out of camera, as if he knew there were eyes on him-" "oh thats him alright" Quaritch whispered, frowning before saying its okay to stop it.
As sometime passed, Quaritch was thinking on what to do about this whole occurence, having called Lyle, to bring Ter'ran in the room. cuffed and all, as Lyle entered the room as agreed. He threw Ter'ran on the ground, as the man just pulled himself away as soon as Lyle told him to stand up. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way" Quaritch said clear, making Ter'ran glare before noticing a change in the way the colonel looked, really giving him a cold chill down his spine. But Ter'ran's ego first came through. "from what I know, you guys really love to go the hard way at all times" He first said in Na'vi, for Quaritch could follow, glaring a bit in a warning way. "Lets just get straight to the point then. what can you tell us about your friend" Quaritch asked for Ter'ran took his time to answer.. "who do I owe anyone to say anything?" He said in Na'vi, not noticing Quaritch gave a slight hand signal to let Lyle hit him firmly once..
Making Ter'ran shake his head a bit as his nosebleed started again. "i'd speak if i were you" Lyle said for Ter'ran frowned, turning to Lyle. "is that really the toughest you can fight? this is like a casual workout for me. I've had worse." "Enough." Quaritch immediately said as his dangerous voice echoed, making Ter'ran who felt the blood in his mouth from the one hit spit it out. "We know his name is Ka'am, thanks to your yelling in the cell towards him." Quaritch said for Ter'ran eventually spoke a bit more.. In english this time. "Ka'am is the toughest to break. He's not gonna talk to you if thats what you're hoping for" Ter'ran said for Lyle wanted to hit him again for being almost disrespectful to Quaritch, but Quaritch raised his hand to stop Lyle. "How can we make him talk" "you cant." Ter'ran said for he smirked a little. "well then. We will have to break him. eventually he will speak" Lyle said rather easy, for Ter'ran scoffed. "Have you seen him? he pulled out a sedative out of his leg and ran for another 5 minutes before you had to shoot him with another, while you're supposed to drop unconscious within the second it gets in your system which supposedly is a few seconds" Ter'ran said half in Na'vi and half in english as he at times struggled with more difficult words.. Seeing Quaritch was able to follow but it confused Lyle. "he'll be rather dead before you'll be able to get anything out of him" Ter'ran eventually said in english, finding his friend epic in a way for he hoped it would scare them off.. But Quaritch, was an intelligent man, who noticed a lot of different things about Ka'am in his behavior. "Bring him back, I'll figure it out myself" Quaritch demanded as Lyle with pleasure brought Ter'ran back to his cell, as Lyle returned quite fast. "I do wonder though? where did he build up that pain tolerance. I havent seen anyone tolerate sedatives like that and I knew for sure I hit him, twice" Lyle said as Quaritch walked a bit slow but steady. "Possible just experiences. Keep an eye on that troublemaker, I'll go talk to the other one" Quaritch said clear as Lyle left with a 'yes sir'.
Despite Ka'am had received two trenquilizers.. He had slowly gotten up, slowly walking in the cell before he went along some of the interior, just genuinelt curious on what it was before leaning against the table in the middle.. Arms crossed, a tail swooping slowly from left to right slowly. No pressure, no stress. Not even slight signs of trying to break out which all other Na'vi have tried, including Ter'ran.
Quaritch slowly entered the room before the cell, where they could look through the wall. "how has he been" he asked one of the scientists, who watched him at all times. "calm.. He doesnt seem stressed. Woke up about half an hour ago. Seemed a bit curious in the beginning, but i think he knows we can see him. But no signs of trying to break out" He said as Quaritch left the room, waiting for the door to opened of Ka'am's cell. Not even the second the door opened did Ka'am try to outrun or outsmart him. Instead, he was leaning against the table, with his back to the door.. Not moving, except his tail. Quaritch waited until the door was closed again, now being in the same room as Ka'am, for he sat the same way, but a bit more to the left, and with his back to Ka'am.. Both leaning against the table, but not facing each other..
Ka'am through his whole time here had not spoken a word. It was his way of almost.. Protesting, but he wasnt doing it actively. He preferred to be mysterious, and only speak when it was nessesairy. "not talking are we?" Quaritch said with a gentle approach, exhaling a bit more loud to show he too wasnt really in a tense mood. The whole energy in the room seemed fine. "I'd almost think you're mute" Quaritch then said, seeing Ka'am did not look at him, not even his glance or one look of the eyes.. He just sat there almost casually, for Quaritch just reflected it. "your friend over here, he wouldnt stop talking unlike you, complaining till the sun would rise again. These people here as well, are rather surprised you're not trying to get out of here, do the best they can" Quaritch just kept talking, seeing he wasnt even ignored, for Ka'am just listened.. But he did not speak just yet. "You want to stay mute? sure.. Not sure how far we'd come.." Quaritch said as he'd eventually turn a bit to Ka'am, who still did not make any eye contact with him, which would now be a good moment with the way he was turned. "you're a smart guy. I can see that. You knew what you were doing." Quaritch said seriously, knowing that the man was a trained killer or fighter. "Not only didn't you try to get out of here, but you also got in here, without killing anyone." Quaritch said as Ka'am's tail swooshed a little quicker. Finally there, a low manly voice revealed itself. "so you wonder what i'm doing here" Ka'am said, making Quaritch listen closely.. "Whats up with the rather, gentle approach to us, rather than trying to break our necks like your fellow friends. Why dont you attack, like most of your kind do" Quaritch said as he kept his arms crossed just like Ka'am did, making Ka'am finally turn his head to Quaritch, having a serious approach.
"if you'd look correctly.. I do attack" Ka'am said, his voice was steady but low, making Quaritch raise his head in a 'okay then.' kind of energy.. "only when we seem to do that to you" Quaritch said back on what Ka'am explained.. "I can slit your throat if thats what you're implying" Ka'am all the sudden said, noticing Quaritch looking more into the man's eyes as a warning, perhaps out of threatening him a bit, or just being curious at this point. "So why havent you just yet." "I have my reasons" Ka'am said as he had broken eye contact at first, raising his head a bit before turning back to Quaritch, seeing the man tried to figure him out.. For Ka'am lived up to his name, being a mysterious and hard understanding man. But Quaritch wasnt done yet.. Wanting to get him back on the things he found rather.. surprising from Ka'am. Seeing what excuses he'd have despite the man so far was straight up with his things.
"Since when do navi learn english? Oh thats right.. they dont. Because its a language, that the last time I checked, at this rate is being seen as the devil's speech" Quaritch said, seeing Ka'am break eye contact again before he'd look back at quaritch who didnt break eye contact. "so who taught you.." he asked clear, seeing Ka'am just looked at him rather intensely, but he could figure out of the way he looked.. Quaritch now knew the man taught himself.. Showing another odd sign of what this man's brain was like. "so if you're not here to fight us. what do you want to do here" Quaritch got more to the point now, seeing Ka'am got more serious too. "i do not know what you seek, or why you captured Ter'ran" The man said; not hearing the name 'my friend' but his actual name. "Ter'ran so happened to lure us out. But we are just looking for a man that goes under the name toruk makto.. Or the well known, jake sully" Quaritch said for he noticed Ka'am's dissapproving energy all the sudden.. His ears folded flat, for the man smirked hiddenly before getting back to their conversation. "ah.. i see that name doesnt get received well either. How about we make a deal then" Quaritch said, standing up from the table he was leaning against to, walking a little bit through the room while Ka'am kept leaning against the table with crossed arms.
"help us find him.. and after that, we'll just let you and your friend go, since you were here to help him right?" He said as Ka'am rolled his eyes over Ter'ran's detail.. "or maybe not." Quaritch said, narrowing his eyes to see it wasnt 100% the reason Ka'am came here to break Ter'ran free.. Which made Quaritch more curious to him. "Or.. If there is something else you want in return" Quaritch said as Ka'am was thinking and he could see him think, giving him the space. "So.. Do we have a deal?" Quaritch said for he felt quite confident about it, seeing Ka'am slowly stand up for he watched the man's hand that Quaritch reached out.. Almost like a mutual understanding or respect while he knew the man for a short amount.. He'd think about it, before his own anger about the connection to jake sully grew worse, putting things to the side mentally to eventually take Quaritch' hand to shake it. Ka'am dared to look up at the man again, seeing intelligence and tricky but also almost honest energies flow through there.. He really wanted to kill that jake sully badly. and right now the hunt was about to start with a native to help him. Sooner or later Quaritch would want to figure how on earth Ka'am was still standing after two Tranquilizers.. Something must've happened to him to be more advanced into it.
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berrymoos · 2 years ago
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heyheyhey :)) ik you might wanna focus on other fandom agere stuff and that’s ok but i keep thinking about little!eleven from st and how she’d be so curious and weird in her own way and just AAAAA so any thoughts on little!eleven hopper? (also i love your blog <33 OK BYEEE -🐝)
snuffy i'm going to be so honest, i wasn't planning on making this into a full hc post but i started having more thoughts than i thought i would have 💀 (HNDHDJWU DAAH thank uuu hngkskx💞💞)
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ミ﹒﹒💛🧇🐝🌻✨🫶
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🧇 — regressor eleven headcanons!
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as you said, she explores eeeverything with her hands – touching, grabbing, feeling ,, literally everything! the party love themselves a curious tot el .... until she tries touching a hot stove top or reaches for the hornet's nest in the park bc she has got to know exactly what this thing is, which means she has to touch it with her bare hands to understand
speaking of, the party all know of her regression & pitch in to help (*´˘`*)♡ max, lucas, & will could classify as her "main cgs" — mayhopclair agenda <33 & will big bro cg supremacy!! — but she loves everybody very much 💞
her regression doesn't have a specific age?? she acts differently & has particular skills depending on whether her regression is positive or vent-y – very mixed bag
hopper carries her around on his hip during her vent regression spells – el never asks; just one moment shes sitting on the floor, sulky & staring into space, the next she's way in the air, supported by strong arms & love <33
LOVES eggos with whipped cream & syrup with chocolate chip on top, kinda like what hopper made her in s2 (iirc). the hopper-byers fam have it like once every month or so bc it's almost disgustingly tooth-achingly sweet. joyce balances it out by adding their sliced fruit of choice on top
can, will, & has used her powers to reach the sweets joyce hid on the top cabinet. to her credit, joyce is excellent with hiding them ... but el is equally as excellent at finding them. no matter how obscure the hiding spot is, she'll find them. always >:-)
SKATING WAAABAAAA ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡!! she's not all that good in bigspace to begin with so it's not like she magically gets more balance when she's in Tot Mode 💀 given el is very very quiet abt her regression & doesn't like to be out where there are lots of ppl, max suggests they take her this abandoned skate park she found! it's perfect!
(no it's not, max & mike got into an 6-minute argument about el potentially face-planting into concrete & it ends with mike relunctantly agreeing IF ONLY she's got elbow pads, knee pads, AND wrist protectors)
lucas has a (baby) bag (technically it's el's but shhh) filled with bandaids, snacks, extra clothes, backup pacifiers ... literally everything useful you could ever imagine is in there bc lucas can never be too prepared. it's a scooby-doo bag!!
mike gets his pillows stolen by her & max for blanket forts, but they never tell him what they're doing with them. he'll ask “why do you guys keep stealing my pillows?” after el runs in to take his third one, but she'll giggle & run away. max tells him to mind his business & leaves. he finally gets up to see them making a blanket fort when will walks in to “borrow” his blanket
el & stickers? match made in heaven. every opportunity she gets, she's sticking them on something: the fridge, the toilet lid, dustin's cheek. EVERYWHERE! she even has a sticker pages specifically for her friends and family ,, she has them choose a sticker, she unpeels it, & sticks it on them like “ ‘ticker for you ... an’ a ‘ticker for you ... an’ dis one is for you...”
regressor max & regressor eleven duo says who? SAYS ME (﹡ˆ﹀ˆ﹡) those two are a mischievous duo, ask ANYBODY in the party 💀 max has such a foul mouth in & out of headspace, but she tries her best to keep her foul language at a minimum, but sometimes she slips up (especially if there isn't a cg around) & eleven just .. repeats her. max is like “ no no no el!! u can't say that!!!”, but she actually finds it hilarious & lowkey doesn't care HBSJDJE
(she doesn't care until a cg is around & el drops an sh-bomb & lucas specifically slooowly turns his head toward her💀💀)
self-indulgent pkmn au headcanon: el & mew 💞💞 mew is equally as curious as el is, so they explore new things together! ... while the rest of the party & their pokemon watch them like hawks to assure neither of them are trying to poke an exposed power cord
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jessepinwheel · 3 years ago
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hello! so i just read dielectric breakdown and, it was magnificent? you're a genius? i have, feelings, and stuff, etc.-- anyway, i guess i was just sort of wondering about your thoughts on the mandalorian clone vibes the swtcw fandom is so attached to? like, hmm, idk, do you wish there were more fics out there where it went a little differently? or where the mandalorian aspect wasn't there at all? idk, i guess i just got really curious, haha-- also, have a great day!!! <3 <3 <3
yeah okay I'll swing at this hornet's nest
in honesty I don't think it's unreasonable that, if the clones were trained by mandalorians, that they might have picked up some amount of mandalorian culture, whether that's a little bit of the language or a couple of the customs, the way that someone living in a different language-speaking household would probably just pick up those things growing up
however. I don't believe the trainers would ever actually go out of their way to teach the clones their culture. I don't think they would be fluent in the language because nobody would bother to (or want to) teach them, and I don't think they would be invited to participate in whatever mandalorian things mandalorians do, if they're not explicitly excluded from it. I think I've made my opinions on "jango is a good dad actually" takes pretty clear (as seen by the story I'm working on where jango is literally such a bad dad that he ends up directly causing the destruction of his own empire)
(brief aside, clones using mandalorian as their personal private language is ridiculous not just for the "who the hell would have taught them" reason but also because it wouldn't be fucking private if literally every single trainer could understand what they're saying. this is why I gave clones private sign language that's derived from military sign, because it's easier to conceal and clones probably lived in an environment with extreme noise discipline.)
the insistence that clones are mandalorian and would speak mandalorian and have all these specific cultural views was baffling when I started reading star wars stories and it's still baffling now. my understanding (from talking to people who actually watch star wars) is that there's pretty much nothing in the actual canon to indicate that clones would be mandalorian or care overly much about mandalorians.
yes, I have stories (asynch and related works) where I mention mandalorian stuff in passing with relation to the clones because, again, I think it's reasonable that it would be part of their culture, but I've stopped doing that in all my other works because the fandom obsession with mandalorians is fucking annoying. it's similar to why I made dielectric not romantic--I'm not against clones having some amount of mandalorian influence, but the way people read it is that any quantity of mandalorian culture, no matter how small, will completely eclipse the culture that would develop organically from having four million identical men raised in weird prison boot camp hell
I can only assume that people want clones to be mandalorian so bad because either they want to write fandom mandalorians (fandalorians, as the kids call it) but the clones are the only characters available to put that archetype on, or because people want clones to have fun cultural stuff so bad but don't want to actually build some organic homegrown clone culture, or because despite people saying "blood doesn't matter" they think blood does matter a lot actually and jango being mandalorian means all his clone sons who he sold to the republic for his weird genocide plot means that the clones should definitely for sure also be mandalorian just by virtue of sharing genetic material, which. sure is a take.
I would be less annoyed about the insistence of making clones some quantity of mandalorian if it wasn't fucking ubiquitous, but the tumblr star wars fandom is [gestures vaguely]. if there was a wide variety of interpretations of clone culture, and one of them was that they had mandalorian elements, that would be fun and cool, but the "mandalorian clone" thing has taken over pretty much the entire fanfic sphere like a rampant c. diff infection, which is fine if you're into that I guess but when I want to read about clones I don't want to read about tumblr's workshopped mandalorian culture I want to actually read about the clones.
me writing clones where they are explicitly not mandalorian and reject jango and have their own distinct culture is my attempt at increasing biodiversity. will it inspire people to homebrew their own clone culture and make something that hasn't been repeated ad nauseam? considering I occupy the smallest possible corner of fandom and don't interact with the star wars community at all, probably not. but they're stories that I like and they're out there for anyone else who feels similarly (which, based on my statistics, is a not insignificant number of people).
obviously people can write what they want. it's not other people's duty to write stories that appeal to me, and two cakes etc. I don't read that much star wars fic anymore because I'm bored of reading the same +/- 10% story and mandalorian clones is just one part of why that happened
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curlyfusilli123 · 3 years ago
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i'll give you the sun playlist <3
these are random associations i made between songs and igyts characters/ships/stories and it's 12 am and i'm bored so why not
boys will be bugs - cavetown for noah
"I'm a dumb teen boy, I eat sticks and rocks and mud"
"Don't mess with me, I’m a big boy now and I'm very scary"
"I have friends who understand me, their names are spider, beetle bee"
this song is totally a representation of noah's personality. i mean noah spends most of his time outdoors. in the trees. with bugs and animals. you can't tell me this wouldn't be his favorite song c'mon.
august - taylor swift for noah and brian (this one's gonna be a looong one)
"But I can see us lost in the memory August slipped away into a moment in time 'Cause it was never mine And I can see us twisted in bedsheets August sipped away like a bottle of wine 'Cause you were never mine"
"Your back beneath the sun Wishin' I could write my name on it Will you call when you're back at school? I remember thinkin' I had you"
"And say, "Meet me behind the mall" So much for summer love and saying "us" 'Cause you weren't mine to lose You weren't mine to lose, no"
IT'S SETTLED. THIS SONG BELONGS TO NOAH AND BRIAN PLEASE DON'T TELL ME OTHERWISE. just remember the way they spent every day of the summer together and how noah felt when brian had to go away to boarding school after everything that's happened. the summer went by so quickly and it ended horribly for both of them even though they were seriously crushing on each other.
california girls - katy perry
I declare this the national anthem of 13-year-old Jude and the Hornets. Do I even have to explain?
diana - one direction (dianna sweetwine and guillermo garcia)
oh god, oh god. this song was made for guillermo and dianna's story. i mean, these lyrics:
"Diana, let me be the one to Light a fire inside those eyes You've been lonely, you don't even know me But I can feel you crying Diana, let me be the one to Lift your heart up and save your life I don't think you even realize Baby, you'd be saving mine Diana"
AND PARTICULARLY,
"I wanna reach out for ya, I wanna break these walls I speak a different language, but I still hear you call"
REMEMBER? REMEMBER, REMEMBER?! GUILLERMO IS A MAN WHO WHEN HE WALKS IN A ROOM ALL THE WALLS FALL DOWN. it's obvious that Louis Tomlinson read I'll Give You the Sun and loved it so much he wrote a song about it
enchanted - taylor swift (jude and oscar)
"There I was again tonight Forcing laughter, faking smiles Same old tired, lonely place Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy Vanished when I saw your face All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you"
this verse might as well be based on when jude was looking for guillermo's studio all weary and desperate until she went to the church and met oscore and, well, you know
"Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?" 'Cross the room your silhouette Starts to make its way to me The playful conversation starts Counter all your quick remarks Like passing notes in secrecy"
god, i rewrote an entire verse of this song in jude's point of view because it's actually perfect. they both met each other indirectly before they ACTUALLY met each other and when they spent time together it was all like, "where have i seen you before?!?!" and i think this verse really just speaks for the origins of their relationship
better than revenge (jude and oscar and brooke)
a little irrelevant ig but these lyrics perfectly describe that part when jude hid in the closet in the studio while oscar and brooke were hanging out
"The story starts when it was hot and it was summer and
I had it all, I had him right there where I wanted him
She came along, got him alone and let's hear the applause
She took him faster than you could say "sabotage""
traitor - olivia rodrigo (noah and brian and freaking courtney)
yeah yeah we're all aware that noah and brian are now out and perfectly happy with each other BUT that huge incident when brian said he's done with noah and then the next day noah saw him and courtney together:
"Yeah, I played dumb but I always knew That you talked to her, maybe did even worse I kept quiet so I could keep you And ain't it funny How you ran to her The second that we called it quits?" "And ain't it funny How you said you were friends? Now it sure as hell don't look like it You betrayed me And I know that you'll never feel sorry For the way I hurt, yeah"
those last two lines especially!! brian was completely overwhelmed with fear of being outed (which is fair) that he probably forgot to consider how noah was feeling or what's been going on with him lately
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just-a-quirkless-loser · 5 years ago
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Invective Pain
Alpha Bakugou x F!Omega Reader
Words: 2.4k
Requested by: @goatsenpaiultimate
Hehe, sorry for the wait you guys. It’s been a rough few weeks for me. Also, the song ‘Butterfly’s Repose’ by Zabawa is amazing to listen to while you read this💜
Warnings: harsh language, Bakugou being an asshole, angst
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“Get the fuck off me.”
“Alpha, please.”
“I said, get off. What the hell is wrong with you? You’ve been too clingy,” you prove his point and cling to his arm.
“I miss you,” you try to nuzzle his neck so he can scent you. With your wolf quirk, it was getting harder and harder to stay away from Bakugou for long periods of time. Your instincts were on hyperdrive, always wanting him within your reach so you knew he was safe.
“Don’t you understand what ‘no’ means?” Bakugou tenses up as you continue trying to climb his body. Due to his inability to express himself, he’s still not used to your affections.
“I can’t help it,” you ruffle your tail to prove your point.
“Well, try harder to help it.”
“But, alpha-“
“No, I’m sick and tired of your bullshit. As soon as I come home, you want to climb all over me. I can’t even take a fucking shower,” you hunch into yourself as you take a step away from him. Looking back on it, he did have a point. You could stand to at least allow him a few moments to himself before you bombard him. But, it’s just hard on you.
Because of your quirk, you’ve always been the type to cling to people and try to protect them. You miss your parents because you considered them to be your pack but, that all changed when you met Bakugou. After a few months of dating, you moved in with Bakugou (your inner Omega told you she’d love to start her own pack with him). However, it’s been a difficult transition.
Bakugou normally takes your clinginess in stride but, it’s been hard for him lately. All he wants to do is take you underneath him and nuzzle you and treat you like a queen. But, he’s been dealing with this case. It’s been stressing him out and he’s never been the type to deal with stress in a correct way.
“I’m sorry.”
“Fuck, I- FUCK! Omega. I just can’t keep doing this. You’re fucking annoying. This was a mistake. We shouldn’t have moved in together,” his words stung in your mind like a swarm of hornets, making you yelp in your mind. Although, no one would ever be able to tell your inner turmoil from the calm look on your face. Why does he have to tear you down with his words? What does he gain from your dissociation? Does it bring him satisfaction to win the argument? Even at the expense of your heart? The same heart he swore to protect when he chose you as a mate.
“I’m sorry,” and you don’t understand why. You just stand there with a blank expression, no longer feeling that your heart is safe in his hands. And, that is worse than losing an argument the two of you have.
“Sorry doesn’t cut it. I’m tired of you sticking to my fucking side like a toddler. You’re always hovering over me. I need space,” you intend to give him all the space he needs. “Selfish extra.”
He doesn’t know what his words do to you as he goes to the room you share, bumping you out of his way. You want to cry, you want to chirp, you want to-to-die; without him-without your alpha- what is there to live for?
Your omega crawls to your heart, shriveling up like a raisin as if your soul has been sucked by a vacuum. You feel your heart drop; the first sign of Omega Depression and you don’t tell Katsuki. How can you?
He made it clear how bothersome you were in his life. You never meant to be a burden to him. All you wanted to do was love him and give him the love he lacked from his teenage years. But, it’s transparent that you’re not wanted by the person your soul has imprinted upon.
You sit on the couch, staring into nothingness. What did you do wrong? What was so wrong with wanting to love him? You feel weak. Maybe if Katsuki had someone stronger, someone who could take his invective words in stride, he’d be happier.
As you wallow in your own pain, Katsuki is upstairs taking a shower. Part of him feels relieved to finally have some space to himself and the other scolds him for what said; he barely remembers what he said to you exactly. All he knows that your face is blank so, he assumes it’s not too bad since you weren’t crying.
He walks out of the shower expecting to see you but, he’s greeted with an empty bed. He figures you just want space to be angry so, he lets you stay downstairs.
‘It’ll be fine tomorrow,’ it won’t. As he dozes off to that thought, you were downstairs stuck in your mind. It's your fault for always forgiving him after he’s verbally ruined you You just thought your love for him outweighed anything he said to you. But, your unconditional love has reached its limit.
You wait till he falls asleep before you break the facade (you still want him to get his sleep so he can wake up healthy tomorrow). You heave and whimper as you curl into a ball on the cold living room floor. You shake from the force of your tears, tears falling like rain in the spring. You’re trying to smile to stop the tears but, your mouth ends up in a horrible grimace as you silently berate yourself. Your hands scrape at your arms, nails taking patches of your skin as a way to distract your mind. You don’t sleep that night; you don’t sleep for any of the nights that follow.
When you hear your alpha’s alarm clock sound, you climb on the couch with your face smooshed to the cushions. Katsuki follows his nightly routine, not even checking to see if you’re okay. He just gets dressed for his patrol and leaves breakfast on the table for you, kissing your hair goodbye before he leaves out the door.
You’re once again crying as you just lay there. You don’t bother to call your job to notify them of your absence. If anything, you just lay there, your tail curled around your body as if it’s protecting you from the world.
You feel useless against your heart because you know you shouldn’t have allowed Bakugou’s temper to get to this point. You had suggested therapy and anger management to him many times but, he was persistent in telling you that he had it under control. You knew he thought seeking therapy was weak (as he thinks most things are weak) but, you just wanted him to think before he spoke.
You can tell that he’s tried to do better for you and you appreciate that but, it’s not enough anymore.
This was the last straw. Not because you still don’t love him but, because you’re now in your Omega’s Depression. It’s a fairly new phenomenon. The doctors warned Omegas and Alphas that their second genders could drive them into a comatose state if the genders were met with unfavorable conditions. Your omega has started the process and you can only hope that Katsuki figures that out before it’s too late.
At first, Bakugou didn’t think anything about your attitude. He just thought you were giving him space (which he hated. It feels weird to him to be alone when he was always with you and he’s too prideful to admit that) however, he knows something is wrong when you start to avoid him.
You don’t talk to him like you use to, you don’t cook his favorite spicy ramen anymore, hell, you don’t even come to bed anymore. It’s like two strangers living in the same house (well, roommates would be more accurate). And, he misses you.
“Why are you sleeping on that shitty couch?” He’s standing above you with his arms folded, head to the side so he can hide his blush. You don’t respond, dried tear stains on your cheeks.
“Not gonna answer? What you’re too good to speak to me?” He squats down to eye-level. His breath fans across your face, the smokey caramel of his scent bringing more tears to your eyes. “Omega?”
You still don’t answer. He takes that as you still being angry about the argument; he also notes the change in your scent.
“Tch,” he walks to the bedroom and comes back with a few blankets so he can make a small hammock beside the couch at your side. He slips into the covers, hand upon your waist so he can feel you. “Goodnight, Omega.”
The next day, you’re still in the same spot on the couch above him. He does his routine, this time spending longer at saying goodbye.
“I’ll be back, Omega. Cuddling wouldn’t be the worse thing when I get home,” you stare blankly.
“And, I put some of your favorite cookies on the table,” still nothing.
“I love you,” nothing. And, that’s how he knows that everything is wrong. He spends the day on patrol, withdrawn from his hero-work. All he can think about is that blank look in your eye, the stillness of your home, the taste of failure on his tongue.
‘I fucked up,’ he sure did.
He comes home and you're still in the same spot. He doesn’t even think you got up to use the bathroom. You’re the first thing he attends to when his boots cross the threshold.
“Omega, you need a bath,” you don’t move so he picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bathroom. Your body is sweating and that stench gets even worse. “Omega, I’m sorry.”
But, sorry doesn’t fix everything. Sorry is nothing when you truly hurt someone. Sorry is when someone feels obligated to correct their wrongs (not because they want to). Sorry is the Black Licorice of apologies.
“Have you gone to work?” No. He knows you haven’t but, he just wants you to talk to him. His alpha cries for his mate yet, she doesn’t respond. “Baby?”
The bath is spent in silence as you sag on him. His hand's card through your (h/c) hair, trying to release some of your tension. It’s such an intimate moment of him caressing your body as though you are a precious work of art. His lips latched onto the mating mark on the side of your neck, reminding you that he cares.
When he gets you out of the tub, he dries you with your favorite fluffy towel. His carmine eyes gaze at you adoringly from your navel, blonde hair resting against your belly. One in a while, he’ll kiss your legs and feet, silently showing how much he truly cares for you.
Night rolls around and you both follow the same routine as before; you’re laying on the couch and he’s laying beside you on the floor. You’re not eating and that terrifies him. Sadly, this goes on for another month. And, Katsuki is growing desperate to have his omega back.
“I allowed my anger to do this to her- to me-to us. And, now, I don’t know if I can help her anymore,” he joined an anger management group (which, coincidentally helped his public image as well) after he realized the argument caused the rift in your relationship.
And, you’re proud of him on the inside, even if you can’t show it. At least he’s trying but, your omega just turns a blind eye to his efforts. You commend Katsuki for not giving up though.
‘It must be hard trying to change and improve for someone and they don’t even acknowledge your existence,’ you do feel bad for him. It seems that your love does outweigh his words.
But, you’re dying. He knows it. You know it. It’s known. He just won’t accept it.
“Omega,” you’re unconscious. He came home from the weekly session to find you unresponsive (well, more unresponsive than what you’ve been). “Omega, fuck-please-I God I, please wake up.”

So, you’re at the hospital now. The antiseptic burns your sensitive nose as you’re propped up on the hospital bed, sheets crinkling under your body. The doctors told Bakugou that you didn’t really have long to live but, he just can’t allow you to go without trying his best to save you.
“Omega, please, look at me,” you look at him but, it’s like you’re not seeing him. Your eyes don’t have the shine they used to. “Omega, please.”
You can’t answer him. What if you said the wrong thing? You were clinging to life by a single strand of fiber, death clinging to your scent. You knew you couldn’t handle it if Katsuki’s words hurt you once more.
“Please, talk to me, yell at me. Hit me. Do anything,” you can’t. Your voice is stuck in your mind. “Get mad. Throw something. Spit on me! Push me away. Shit, anything. Please just please please pleaseeee, fucking, please. PLEASE I’M NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO BE WITHOUT YOU. Please stop looking like you want to die.”
“But, I do,” you hope he can understand.
“NO! NO NO! I FUCKING NEED YOU. I LOVE YOU,” he chokes on his words as he gathers your face in his hands. “I’m such a piece of shit. It takes you dying for me to realize how much I love you. But, I do. I love you so much it hurts. I can’t lose you.”
“Wipe your tears,” you brush your thumbs across his cheek to gather his tears. “I’m right here.”
“How can you love me still? Your will to live is fucking weak and it’s my fault! And, I’m sitting here asking you to hold on for me. You don’t even have to speak to me. Just stay here. I promise I’ll stay here with you. You can’t leave me.”
“Bakugou-“
“For fuck's sake, It’s Katsuki to you! I did this to you. I’m so sorry for what I said. I’m sorry for pushing you away when I felt I didn’t deserve your love. I’m sorry for making you feel the pain I felt all these years. I’m sorry for being a shitty alpha,” he cries in your lap as you pat his back. Your omega stores, crooning to help her alpha. You’re not dead; the future may look bleak but, you know it will finally bring you the love you longed for.
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payasita · 4 years ago
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Hello if writing requests are still open please can I request something nice and happy with baby hornet? Thanks!
They believed they were at twenty-four, now. A quick recount proved Hollow right; twenty-four different hand signs. A mixture of unique words and phrases, adding up to twenty-four individual signs. The language itself was proving remarkably easy to remember and read, but they found that actually speaking it required a lot of mental check in. How high should the hand go for this one? That other one felt jerky when they tried it. This was especially true for anything they tried to learn on their own from text alone.
Their tutors advised that expressing with the body was a large part of having one's intentions understood. This only showed Hollow yet another way they were hindering their own progress.  Those same tutors all quickly grew too awkward to do anything but move on to something else when their princeling could not perform any visible expression on their own, without being guided or given something to copy. 
It was a little disheartening. Hollow was good at copying, and at taking clear instruction from someone else. But it was steadily becoming apparent that any attempt at creation of their own-- even when that attempt was simply conjuring up actively non-threatening body language-- was definitively not in their programming. So just as with script, it was easier to read than to write. (Handwriting lessons were only coming along marginally better. At this point, they were at roughly about a word per minute. Sometimes two words, if they were short ones.)
Hollow was interrupted from their stagnating review session by a few quick knocks low to the door frame. The Princess had been chastised before about knocking before entering her sibling's room, (though not by them,) and was having a better success rate with that as of late. Though she did not wait another second after that before announcing her intentions.
"I need a bailiff."
Hollow stared, waiting for more context.
"Are you busy?" Hornet asked instead of providing it. 
Well, yes. But forgetting to answer outright meant Hollow effectively locked themself into accepting the answer that the child wanted to interpret. 
"Good! Get your nail, we're on the balcony." 
And with that, she scurried off. Hollow was left to assume she meant the closest balcony to this room, and retrieve their blunt sparring nail with a vague sense of unease before heading straight there. 
Their assumption was correct. They found their sister on the small balcony overlooking some rooftops, and the far expanse of the basin stretching around the palace beyond. Hornet stood straight with her back to the railing, next to a small assortment of random toys in a line. She bounced a bit as Hollow showed up, dashing over to pull them to a spot off to the side behind the toys. Satisfied, she ran back to her previous position, and resumed that first authoritative stance. 
In front of her was a stuffie of a loodle, propped up on the floor with its loose fabric limbs spread out to keep its head up. Its stitches were a little mangled at the joints, like they'd been chewed on.
"The accused faces charges of high treason against the law! How do you plead?" Hornet called out loudly with a finger pointed at the loodle. 
A second of silence passed before she declared the plushie to have pled innocence. Now understanding the game, Hollow stood with their training nail tip down in the ground in front of them, and acted as guard. The fluffy, casual midday robe they wore made the stance much more comfortable than their heavy pauldrons once had.
"I call the witness to testimony," she announced while fumbling with something in her cloak. A moment later, she produced a small jar, containing a twig, some grass clippings, and a single lumafly. Hornet held said jar in front of her with both hands as she continued her statement. 
"This witness saw mutiny take place! The defendant murdered everyone in the royal guard, including the witness's family so they wouldn't talk."
Hollow wondered if that explained the jar. Witness protection was a nice detail.
 "Um-- the defense rests." With that, she put the jar down by her feet. Hollow kept an eye on it, silently preparing in case Hornet accidentally kicked it off the edge of the balcony. 
"Now we hear the accused's statement! He says he did it for revenge! The head of the guard took all the credit for his work, and didn't deserve her post. Is that true?" 
The ragged plush sat motionless before his judge, given ample time to speak his case. 
"Ha! So you confess!" Hornet pointed again. 
Ah, it looks like she led him right into it. 
"Revenge is one thing, but you went too far! With the jury in attem-- attendance, I hereby strip you of your rank."
As an afterthought, she picked up the lumafly again and set it with the jury of its peers, which included several other plush creatures, a little shellwood crawlid on wheels, and a small collectable carving of Hegemol. She then sidled right back to her place.
"Um-- Lady Root says sentencing is supposed to happen on a different day, but this is a serious crime, so that's gonna happen now," she explained, glancing up at Hollow. 
Hollow had never stood guard in a real trial procession, even as a knight. Any case that met the Pale Court and either of their parents directly was generally high profile, and the Hollow Knight had not been... part of public knowledge. But they knew these were rather serious affairs, and so nodded their understanding with all the proper solemnity. With that, the princess dramatically cleared her throat, and raised her chin to speak her judgement.
"You will be cast down with the goams, and torn apart in line with your crimes!" She gestured behind her, signaling the space below would stand in for a pit of ravenous worm beasts.
"Bailiff, if you please," Hornet enunciated. Hollow balked for a moment, uncertain of what was expected. Again, Hornet gestured out at the open air. 
They examined the scene, and deduced the least intrusive way to act as executioner without messing up the “courtroom” setup. They took their training nail back in one hand, and with a slight jerk of the wrist, flicked the plush between the openings between the rails, off the side of the balcony. Hornet giggled, and then peered over to watch it fall. There was a single, dull thud. A brief glance over the side informed Hollow the plush was now stuck in a crease where two rooftops intersected. 
"Oops. ...Oh!" She seemed to remember something, standing back again from the edge. She performed a salute that Hollow had seen Herrah's Devout perform with four arms, making due with two. They supposed it must be what was done when a spider either died or was sentenced, and so Hollow followed suit. That seemed to please the child somewhat.
"Yeah, I think we'd be good at this. ...I don't think you should be Bailiff anymore, though. You don't look mean enough." Hornet said it like a critique, and Hollow could only pause in surprise. 
"Like that!" She pointed that accusing finger up at their face. "You do that thing with your head. Like a sad tiktik."
Another pause, where they took stock of the very slight tilt of their face, processing it. 
And then they raised a hand to carefully parse out the fourth sign they learned total. One of the few shorter ones they learned after their very first session of looking through a scroll of the most common words, and picking out what they thought they should know right away.
"Sorry."
Their sister let out a heavy, exasperated sigh upon seeing it. 
"You can be Judge with me next time, instead."
The third sign they'd learned was "Thank you," and that felt appropriate to use here.
Then came the rather creative exercise of trying to use some of the twenty-two other signs they knew to convince their sister to release the lumafly. This was made a bit difficult by the fact that most of them so far had to do with asking questions. 
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The Pale King sat in his throne room, conversing with a councilor. A light, dull thud from above the ceiling made him pause and glance up. When asked if something was wrong, the King brushed it off and continued the meeting. 
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nonuggetshere · 2 years ago
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I don't have a specific question but could you talk about some random facts about faaf au? (or any of the other au:s, I like reading about all of them)
Some miscellaneous facts that probably wouldn't come up in any conversations about the plot (mostly about Flower because they're the main character);
Vessel aging can be a bit...tricky. They're technically undead so they don't grow like a normal child does, instead they need to be cared for by a living bug or their development get stunted and they stop growing, both mentally and physically. This is why Flower's like 21/22 and Ghost's 12 when they reunite, despite originally being much closer in age. Flower is the oldest of the siblings that survived, most of the others were stillborn or never hatched to begin with (it took Pale King a few tries and a few clutches to get the right results, Flower's clutch is the first one that was successful. Of course he didn't monitor the eggs so instead he just put the clutches down there at different stages of development and hoped for the best). Ghost is one of the youngest numeric age wise, but because of the aforementioned weird aging they're not physically/mentally the youngest.
Flower had a twin in this AU. Emphasis on had. And you bet your ass they have an insane survivor guilt because of it.
They were closest to Ghost in the Abyss. Ghost was actually a runt/premie and Flower helped them hatch, and they were inseparable ever since - that is until Ghost fell when they were trying to make their way up.
The vessels stuck together down in the Abyss, and even made themselves a little hide out where they could safely sleep and play and draw on the walls! They also have their own language, which I just call void speech because I am not original. It's composed of sounds any vessel can make (chirps, purrs, whines, squeaks, tapping, clicking, stomping, whistling etc etc) and conveying emotions/vague concepts via the weird mindlink the vessels have. They even had names; Flower's old name could be roughly translated to Melody and Ghost's to Trouble. Now that they've learned spoken language their own original language kind of phased out because its easier to just co convey words, but they absolutely do the bilingual thing where they might forget a word and subsidise it with the original void speech. Or go the lazy route and just put the image of what they were talking about in your head. Oh, and void speech can only be heard by void beings and occasionally bugs with chronic void poisoning.
Vessels are just void in a shape of a person so they don't exactly have organs. Most have no organs or only vestigial organs, but some will have fully formed organs or two. Some have voiceboxes and can talk, but most don't. It varies on how early they were put in the Abyss; these from older clutches were put there later in their development and so are more likely to have fully intact or mostly intact organs. Flower has fully formed voicebox and reproductive system as well as vestigial lungs, meanwhile Ghost is just void soup with no organs.
Flower is selectively mute and not physically mute. It's the result of them pretending to be hollow for so damn long, their language and social skills didn't develop properly. They only speak to a few people, and when they do speak their voice is soft, barely above a whisper, and they have a stutter and a soft lysp that gets worse if they're nervous. They get a therapist and eventually learn to talk to a wider variety of people, but it's still limited only to these closest to them.
Communicating in any way in the palace/with the court is a whole different beast though. Because of the whole pretending to be hollow for their entire life deal they actually find themselves unable/unwilling to gesture or emote much, which makes signing a chore and a half. At first they actually prefer communicating by pulling Hornet aside and whispering to her, because they can still do it without moving or expressing too much. They eventually overcome it with time but for a long while they simply communicated with nods, shakes of their head and through Hornet.
The Royal family's surname is Palelight. Pale King and White Lady originally were tempted to name Flower "Hallow", and while they didn't do it it was still edged into a crib that Pale King made. Yeah, they...did not cope well. Years later, this comes up though, and Flower decides to take Hallow as their second name. So their full name is Flower Hallow Palelight.
Both Pale King and White Lady would spend time alone with Flower pre-reveal. White Lady would dress them up in pretty outfits, mostly dresses, and do their hair; she likes braiding it, it helped her calm down and relax. Pale King would sit on the balcony with them, drink tea/coffee and talk to them about all kinds of things, which they particularly liked because they sometimes felt like he was speaking to them, not at them. This of course stopped after the knighting incident and Flower was deeply upset by it, they felt used and like they only loved the concept of a child they could have been instead of them.
Hallownest has a three day celebration at the end of the year, celebrating the end of winter and the start of spring. The first day they party and the royal family always throws a winter ball at the palace. The second day involves feasting and spending time with family and friends. And on the third day there's gift-giving and fireworks.
Flower has a few hobbies, including music. Lummis is teaching them how to play guitar and they got their very own guitar as a gift for the new year celebration (their partners and in-laws pitched in to buy it for them). They like to write songs to vent out their frustrations and trauma, it's a good coping mechanism.
Flower's a maladaptive daydreamer. They often got lost in their own thoughts to deal with the long, monotone days where they could do nothing but stand guard by their father's side. Aside from that, they took up people watching, counting little things and paying attention to details, and even learned to sleep upright.
They have horses! Or the quivalent. Horseflies. They're a lot like horses except they don't break their legs by stepping wrong or keel over dead because you looked at them funny, and they can climb and fly.
Flower, Ghost and PK are autistic. Petunia too.
Might add more later on when I remember some things!
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