#I've been in a bit of a funk over shipping them so this really helped 😞💜

[zuzusexytiems]

pieck holding Jean's cheeks with both hands while tiptoeing because he's just so illegally tall for her smol height IT'S THE CUTEST THING EVER

🥹 thank you anon, I needed this today 😞💜

[whumpbug]

HELLO!!! IT IS HERE!!! SCARAB CREW INTRO FIC!!!

i'm sorry it took so long guys i've been in a bit of a funk these last few days BUT i really wanted to post this!! i have much more planned for them but i am trying to pace myself because i've been struggling a little bit!

this also counts for early whumperless whump event day 23: well, that doesn't taste right @whumperless-whump-event (allergic reaction / anaphylaxis)

word count: 2507

see this post for info on the scarabs crew!

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In hindsight, Hari probably should have told the team his allergies to start.

There just wasn’t a convenient time for him to do it. It felt weird.

He already felt their judging eyes on him because he was human. Humans weren’t necessarily looked down upon, but it was quite the common consensus that they had more biological flaws than most other races.

This was, of course, made worse by Hari’s precarious condition. 

Introducing himself as the human missing a leg with a blood circulation disorder, an inflammatory lung disease, and food allergies was not something Hari imagined would get him much in the way of respect.

So, he stayed quiet.

After all the introductions and mission briefings came and went, everyone retreated to their respective rooms to settle in. A message over the intercom told Hari that Nyla, the pilot, was going to start making dinner.

He supposed now could be a good time to mention it. He remembered how to get to the kitchen, and Nyla should be in there cooking already, but Hari had just taken off his prosthesis. He didn’t feel like going through the trouble.

Besides, what were the chances that, out of all the things in the galaxy, Nyla made something Hari couldn’t eat.

An hour came and went before Nyla’s chipper voice came over the intercom once again.

“Food’s ready, everyone! Come on down to the kitchen!”

Hari perked up. Now that he thought of it, he was hungry. He hadn’t eaten anything more than protein bars and yogurt cups since the initial launch. An actual meal sounded wonderful.

He grabbed his crutches and began making his way to the kitchen. 

As he walked through the halls of The Scarab, he couldn’t help but feel a bit astonished. Just a few days ago, he was on his home planet, Earth. Then, he was shipped off to Asto’is. Now, here he was, floating in space with a group of strangers towards countless unexplored territories and potentially dangerous star systems.

What a story he was going to have to tell.

He arrived at the kitchen and quickly saw he was the last to do so.

Captain Nieven Alaric, the Asto’isian, was sitting at the head of the table, typing away on his detpad. A cigarette was held loosely in his free hand, and he brought it up to his lips with a deep inhale. His brow was furrowed, like he was trying to figure something out. 

Zel, the Huelxcan, was sitting towards the middle of the table, but her entire body was tensed up. She looked terribly awkward, like she’d rather be anywhere but there. Her gaze remained trained at a spot on the table, but upon Hari’s entry, she lifted her head. Hari met her eyes on accident and flashed a small smile, and he could have sworn she snarled at him.

Vinny, the Z’edin, was sitting opposite to Zel, but they looked significantly less uncomfortable. On the contrary, their knees were pulled up to their chest with their own detpad balancing on top. A peek over their shoulder told Hari that they were reading.. a scientific article? On biochemistry? For fun? That was perhaps scarier than the Huelxcan staring daggers at him from across the table.

And finally, indicated by the soft humming from the kitchen, Hari caught a glimpse of Nyla plating the final dish with her back turned to him.

Hari hadn’t seen many Haryen in his time. The race preferred not to make too much contact with the other PAGE territories, so seeing one out in the open felt odd.

Still, Hari didn’t need to know much about the race to know their signature trait—large crimson wings on their back with a span almost longer than their full height. Hari also didn’t need to know much about the race to know that this particular Haryen’s wings were not paradigmatic of her people’s.

Nyla’s wings were small and curled tight against her body. The muscles in them looked atrophied and shriveled, and even the way they moved with her body seemed off.

Nyla didn’t offer much of an explanation. She simply stated that she was born differently and left it at that. She didn’t owe anyone an explanation anyway; Hari figured. Still, it was not something someone saw every day.

Hari finally took a seat beside Vinny and rested his crutches against the edge of the metal table. Vinny’s gaze flitted to him before coming back to their detpad.

Hari risked another glance at their screen, and saw that not only were they finished with the first article, but they had moved on to another longer one. Hari had to ask.

“What’cha reading about?”

Vinny’s ears flicked at his voice. “Botany.”

“Botany?”

“Mhm. The first planet on the course is a forest planet, so I wanted to brush up.”

“I see—”

“Do you know much about botany? You’re the medic, after all. Figured you’ve at least taken some life science classes, but I don’t know how much time the curriculum would have spent on botany specifically.”

“Well, I was in highschool when—”

“I guess if it was a general biology class, the content would be broader, so you probably spent a little bit on each subsection. Still, I think botany is underappreciated. There’s so much to learn about a planet based on what kind of flora thrives in it.”

“I agree—”

“Plus, it can tell you so much about culture! Your planet, for example, has such a diverse ecosystem with so many different biomes. The different ways your people use the plants in each area is fascinating!”

“Thank you?”

“Not to mention—”

“Dinner is ready!” Nyla chirped, padding into the room with plates precariously balanced on her arms. Hari silently sighed in relief.

Nieven set down his detpad immediately and stood up to take two of the plates from Nyla.

“Thank you very much for making dinner, Nylath... Nylathrania.”

The syllables sounded clumsy on the Captain’s lips and a slight flush creeped up his cheeks at his fumbling.

“Oh please, just call me Nyla. Nylathrania is a hard one, even back on Harye.”

Nieven cleared his throat. “Very well. Thank you, Nyla.”

“It’s my pleasure! What better way to welcome you all onto my ship than good food?” She smiled and set a plate in front of each person at the table before taking her own seat next to Zel.

Hari smiled right back at her and, he figured he could try probing about the ingredients. Subtly, of course. “Yes, thank you, Nyla. This looks good! What is it?”

“Oh! I wanted to start with something pretty universally liked. It’s noodles with a darzel nut sauce, wozoik leaves, and some poultry from Earth! It’s pretty simple. I didn’t want to try anything too wild on the first night.”

Vinny, finally, lifted their head from their detpad and faced Nyla. “You took the meat out of mine, right?”

“Mhm!”

Vinny’s tail swayed slightly and a slight smile overtook their face. “Thank you, Nyla.”

Hari suddenly felt very stupid. If the kid could let Nyla know about their dietary preferences, why couldn’t Hari? 

Still, it was fine. Nothing she said was on his allergy list. He’d just let her know after this meal and everything would be fine.

Nyla picked up her fork. “Well, dig in everyone!”

And with that, they did.

Zel sniffed the food experimentally and swirled a forkful of noodles onto the prongs of the utensil before lifting it to her mouth. The usual scowl on her face lessened greatly and she turned to Nyla.

“You made this?” She said softly.

“...I did. Why? Is something wrong with it?” Nyla almost looked sheepish.

Zel said nothing. She simply turned her face back down to her plate and began scarfing down the noodles.

Vinny was following suit, tail swaying freely as they forked mouthful after mouthful into their mouth.

Nieven was a bit more polite. He ate slowly, and in small bites, but the enjoyment of the food was written all over his face in the way his eyes shone.

Alright, now, Hari needed to try it.

He scooped some of the noodles onto his fork, took a bite and—wow. If this was the kind of food he’d be eating for the next few years, he had no complaints.

The nutty flavor of the sauce was light and fresh, enhanced further by the aromatic greens. The chicken was juicy and flavorful, and the noodles were cooked to perfection. Hari’s eyes nearly rolled back into his head. 

Nyla swallowed a mouthful of food and tapped her finger idly on the table. “So... How is everyone feeling about the trip so far?”

Vinny perked their head up. “So far it’s been interesting. Your ship is really cool. I can’t believe you fly it yourself.”

“I do! She’s my pride and joy.” She turned to Hari. “You’re somewhat of an aerospace engineer, right? What kind of ships have you worked on?”

Hari startled at his name and glanced up. 

“Me? I’ve worked on a few. I worked mostly on airplanes, though.”

“Oh? So a bit different, then?”

Hari nodded and opened his mouth to respond, but found that his tongue didn’t move the way he intended it to. It felt tingly, like it was swollen in his mouth. He furrowed his brows.

“Sorry. I just— My throat feels weird.” He swallowed convulsively. 

Nyla tilted her head and leaned forward to get a better look at him. Zel followed suit, sharing a glance with Nieven.

“Are you okay?” Nyla asked.

“I’m fine... I’m...” Hari swallowed again as an abrupt wave of nausea had him clamping his mouth shut.

Nieven suddenly turned his gaze to meet Hari. “Hari? Are you sure? You’re quite... flushed.”

Hari nodded and scratched at the side of his neck. Stars, when did it get so itchy?

And then it occurred to him. The way he was feeling—the way it felt like his throat was swelling and the way his skin felt too hot for his body—stars, he was allergic to the damn food.

Of all the foods in the galaxy! This delicious meal was one his body decided was a threat! He would have groaned if he could.

Instead, he let out a vaguely choked whine and clawed at his throat, desperately pulling at his collar to get some air. Hives were starting to break out along his arms and shoulders rapidly, and the heat was searing.

Everyone was staring at him now. Even Vinny, who had set their detpad on the table, was in a hurry to get a proper look at Hari. 

“Hari?” Vinny questioned. 

They stood and leaned over, scrutinizing his face. They looked like they were racking their brain for something. Hari truly hoped they were as smart as they came across, because he wasn’t sure he had the faculties to explain what he needed. With their knowledge on Earth and biology, they were probably Hari’s best bet.

They suddenly jolted with thought. “Anaphylaxis! Allergic reaction! That’s what's going on, isn’t it? Your symptoms match!”

Bingo. Hari nodded frantically, pulling in a wheezing breath. Shit, it really was getting difficult to breathe. He needed to do something—and fast.

“Allergic?! Why didn’t you say something earlier!” Nyla shrieked, practically leaping over the table to reach Hari. “What do we do?! You’re the medic!”

Hari wanted to tell her to relax and that it would probably be fine once he got his epi-pen, but he could quite literally feel his airways shrinking and he figured that might not be true for long.

Vinny tapped away on their detpad before whipping their head back up. “We have to give you epinephrine, don’t we? Where the hell are we going to get that?!”

Hari vaguely gestured to the bedrooms, hoping someone would get the hint. He had a small bright red first-aid kit in his luggage, left out in the open. Never had he ever been so grateful for his disorganized unpacking.

“On it,” Nieven muttered, racing toward the hall. Hari tugged at his collar once again, wheezing desperately. It felt like his head was going to explode now. He was sure he was quite the sorry sight with how red he felt his face getting. Not a very good first impression.

Finally, the captain came sprinting back with the little red pouch. He all but threw it onto the table and ripped it open, before realizing he had no idea what he was even looking for.

“Epi..pen..” Hari managed to rasp out, doubling over when another awful wave of nausea overtook him. 

Vinny watched Nieven frantically search for a few more moments before grumbling and lunging over to snatch the pouch from him. They procured the item immediately and began to read over it.

“It’s a needle?”

Hari nodded, wondering why that mattered. He didn’t care if someone had to cut his other damn leg off to get the epinephrine in him—he just wanted to breathe.

Vinny uncapped the needle and hesitantly crouched beside Hari. They were moving at far too leisurely a pace. Hari shot a weak glare.

He would have done it himself, if he could. It’s just that his hands were numb. He could barely lift his arm, let alone have the dexterity to administer it properly. Maybe he should start having his epi-pen with him for every meal. Stars, his head was spinning.

“I can’t do it!” Vinny cried, suddenly pulling away.

“For fuck’s sake—” Zel plucked the pen from their hands, skimmed the directions, and plunged the needle directly into Hari’s right leg with no hesitation.

Hari had never been so grateful in his life.

In just a few moments, Hari felt his breath starting to come easier. He slumped back against his chair and gulped down sweet, sweet oxygen.

No one said anything for a beat. And then, Nyla smacked the back of Hari’s head.

“You idiot! If you’re allergic to something you need to tell me! What was your plan if we didn’t get the epi-pen in time?! I would have been responsible for manslaughter!”

Hari blinked. “I didn’t know I’d be allergic to it.”

Vinny stepped in and crossed their arms. “But you have existing allergies, yes? I could have done some research on how similar the food was to your allergens. Darzel nuts, for example, are remarkably chemically similar to peanuts.”

Oh. That explains it, then. Hari felt a blush creep up on his cheeks. He said nothing.

Nyla let out a soft hmph and pointed a finger at Hari. “After we clean up here and I make you something else to eat, you’re going to sit down with me and make a list of your allergies. All of them. This won’t happen again.”

Hari could tell she meant to be vaguely reassuring, but with the way she said it, it sounded like a threat. He gulped and nodded.

Vinny let out a soft laugh that doubled as a sigh of relief. “Welcome to the expedition, I suppose.”

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[ovwechoes]

Illari x kiriko headcannons?

SunShrine / Illari x Kiriko Headcanons (SFW) Hiya! I already have a set of sfw hcs that you can find here - so, I've written some based on this prompt list to explore them a bit more. I would usually do nsfw instead, but I actually rly love this ship and can't get them out of my silly little head so I'm doing more romantic ones. If you want nsfw ones, feel free to send another ask through! Thank you for the request and they're under the cut, enjoy!

Who is the most insecure and what makes them feel better? Definitely Illari, she finds it hard to let herself fully indulge in love. She's terrified of losing Kiriko, and terrified that if she gets too close to her, then something or someone will rip her from her grasp and punish her more than she already has been. It's something she feels scared of, and doesn't like to talk about. The best way for Kiriko to get her out of this funk is to do something mindful but also refreshing - explorations of caves along the sea shore, walking along trails in the forest with some music in their headphones, working out in isolation together. Things that don't require talking, but help Illari gather her thoughts and understand what's happening with someone who'll always lend an ear whenever she needs it. There's no expectation to upright always tell each other what's going on, or to even talk if it's too much, so these sort of things would help reassure Illari that Kiriko's not going anywhere, but also that she's not alone and is able to enjoy life instead of getting caught up in the limbo of ‘what if’.

Who's more romantic? Kiriko is - she's more experienced with showing love, and Illari's sort of too proud of herself to let herself be stupid in love like Kiriko can be. She teases the life out of Illari for her bashfulness, often finding it more endearing how much she struggles to be affectionate towards Kiriko (especially at the start of their relationship). It's something Kiriko finds effortless as well, with her being more emotionally in touch and intelligent than Illari at the moment. She has no shame either, and will compliment her partner wherever they are, in front of whoever she wants. It makes Illari cry inside from embarrassment and sheepishness. 

Who says ‘I love you’ first? I can honestly see Illari doing it first, just dropping it out of nowhere without thinking, with it being the first time she's really opened up fully about her feelings for Kiriko since beginning to date. It would've been over something so sweet that Kiriko did for her, and helped her out with, and spoke to her about. Illari would've been on the verge of tears and let it slip out, not realising until after exactly what she said but not taking it back. She'd try to play it off when Kiriko teased her about it, asking ‘what have you done with the real Illari’, but in reality Kiriko would've been screaming inside with appreciation and love for Illari.

What's the most embarrassing thing they've done in front of each other? Illari's most embarrassing thing to do in front of Kiriko is from before they started dating. Someone would've told her that her dear friend was close by, in a clothing shop getting some things. In an attempt to see her again, Illari would excuse herself from the friend, walk to the window, and attempt to walk through the doors that she swears to this day weren't closed. She walked straight into them, lost her footing and fell, dragging Kiriko's attention to her. Kiriko's response was genuine, loosing herself in the laughter of the moment while trying to sincerely help Illari out. It was sweet, but Illari couldn't live the moment down and refused to look Kiriko in the eye without feeling shame for days. She doesn't live the moment down, and still believes that the doors weren't closed when she went to walk through them, that Kiriko probably closed them to enjoy the embarrassment (in a light-hearted, teasing way). The most embarrassing thing that Kiriko's done in front of Illari was when they first started dating. Kiriko hadn't warned Illari that when she drinks carbonated drinks like Pepsi and coke, she becomes extremely gassy quickly, often belching like a dad in a restaurant after too many beers. Its something she's not ashamed of, but doesn't like to openly do in front of people. So, after a couple weeks of dating, she completely forgot that she hadn't told Illari about this, and let rip a belch unlike any other. Her response? “Pardon me” in the sweetest way possible. It caught Illari off guard, provoking her to giggle in disbelief and astonishment. It was a new level of comfortable achieved, but Illari won't let Kiriko live down how quickly she went from belching to being sweet as pie. It's hilarious to her, but embarrassing to Kiriko (not so much anymore, though).

It's movie night - what do they watch and who decides? How does it go? They usually do a coin toss for movie night - Kiriko wants to usually watch a romance movie like ‘how to lose a guy in ten days’ or ‘10 things I hate about you’, with Illari wanting to watch an action or thriller show (truthfully because she doesn't like to watch them alone). They'd do the coin toss, and if either of them lose, it would become best out of 3. If either of them lost that, they'd do rock, paper scissors. Whoever lost that would end up being the one to pick where they got their accompanying takeaway order from, to make them feel better for not being able to watch what they wanted that night. They're both incredibly competitive and rarely back down until they're frustrated and can't be bothered to keep fighting if the other's rubbing it in their face. Movie night's never a problem for them, though, with each other's presence softening their mood and making them feel closer to one another. Illari will often be found letting Kiriko cuddle up to her, secretly enjoying how warm she is and the comforting feeling of her partner snuggled up to her. 

When one has a cold, what does the other do? Kiriko would tend to them and become sick with worry herself. She's a loving person, too, so she would end up saying ‘I don’t care if I get sick' when she's told she can't get a kiss or cuddle from Illari. It's something that always results in her getting sick too, joining Illari in bed watching Star Wars or Marvel movies to relax and get through the fevers and chills. It's funny to Illari, but Kiriko hates being sick. She just can't help herself, though, and she wants to make sure Illari's safe and taken care of as though Kiriko's her nurse. On the other hand, when Kiriko's sick and Illari's the one expected to take care of her, she becomes mortified. Partially due to the fact that she's concerned about it spreading, but also because she doesn't want Kiriko hurt. She'll observe from the side-lines, getting as close as possible without being too close to get sick herself, which frustrates Kiriko. Illari will give up her bed for however long they're sick, sleeping on the sofa or a chair in their bedroom to keep an eye on them properly. She wishes she could be more comforting, but she physically can't stand the idea of being sick. If Kiriko so much as coughs in her direction, she's spraying her hands with disinfectant and testing her for a plethora of diseases and illnesses.

[magicmanias]

Congrats on your 800 follower milestone! Could I have a pairing please? Maybe a short situation too? I'm greedy for escape!

I'm under average height, fluctuate between uk size 6-8 but feel more comfortable in bigger sizes for comfort! After years of experimenting with my hair colour, I'm finally growing my natural shade out which is light brown/auburn and wavy. But it's mostly dyed blonde 'cept for the roots atm.

I'm at a crossroads on what I want to do with my career and kinda have low self-esteem regarding my capabilities.

I've been healing from trauma for the majority of my twenties, so I'm kinda lost on where I fit. I used to be arty and creative and I feel I've lost that over time.

I'm interested in all kinds of history, psychology, filmmaking, art and generally how things come to be/the contstruction of things.

I'm organised but messy. I don't want children, ever. If I'm in a good mood and on form I'm good with kids but if I'm in a depressed mood I am like...not present lol. Cats and dogs for me, thanks.

I try to take pride in my appearence and aesthetic, but go through funks of being a complete mess. Rn I'm wearing an XL camo shirt and blue tie die sweat shorts.

Random facts? I have a dimple in my chin that I once wanted to be corrected because I thought it made me ugly 😂 I realised I was bisexual (pan, really) when I saw Drew Barrymore in Charlies Angles when she's wearing that racing car jumpsuit 🥵 fuck. me. I felt *things*. I love collecting house plants but I'm really bad at keeping them alive. I've recently been teaching myself German and Spanish.

My dream is to be self-sufficient. To be able to travel and live somewhere that isn't my hometown. I just want that experience of being in a foreign city on my own and building up my life from the bottom. (Like, I want to go to NY and live there for a year!) And I want to go to a comic con and get my nerd on.

My type... kinda hard to pin down. If you're honest and funny and don't take yourself too seriously? Don't condescend anyone. Empathetic, supportive. Spontaneous. Weird. Accepting. Willing to learn and be open to new ways of thinking/doing sh*t.

Narcos and Prospect are my favorite works of Pedro's. Would be cool to see him doing live theatre, though.

Thank you in advance xxxxx

I ship you with... Ezra!

You’ve got some blond, just like our poetic friend here.

He loves it when you dye your hair. Brings a bit of light into the ship. Most of the time you’re waiting in the dark until you pass a moon or star.

Sometimes he doesn’t know what color your hair is until those moments. He looks forward to them.

Every prospector is at a crossroads with what to do with their life. Ezra tells you he planned on becoming an English teacher at one point or another...

As adept as he is at speaking his mother tongue, learning other languages was never something he picked up.

When you tell him that you know a few ancient languages from the blue marble, he is more than elated to learn some phrases to pass the time in the freighter.

If you’re insecure about your own capabilities, Ezra can’t help but empathize. Now without his right hand... well, hand, he’s had a difficult time doing even basic tasks. When you first met him, Ezra struck a deal with you. If he taught you how to survive on the Green, you would help him perform the tasks he was once able to do with ease, and maybe teach him more... español.

That old tape of Charlie’s Angels you scrapped has almost been completely worn out from the amount of times you and Ezra have watched in the pod.

History is so complicated, but you’re an informal expert. When Ezra has trouble sleeping at night, terrors of the Green invading his mind, you let him rest his hand in your lap, and you tell him stories about a man named Napoleon who took over a continent and the pirate queen of seas.

You want to travel? Well, it is in the job description. You travel to a new planet every other month, Ezra by your side. He’s been to more planets than you—been at the prospecting game longer—so he tells you stories about all the places he’s seen. One night, he promises you he’ll show them all to you.

Messy? Uh, just the norm at this point. It’s fine though. Ezra knows where everything is in what he calls the “organized disarray.”

Kids. Ezra hadn’t really thought about having kids... His life is no life for children, so he doesn’t really bat an eye when you say you don’t want kids. Just life on the Green for you.

The small pod is really bland, but when you start collecting plants from foreign planets, Ezra loves how lush and effervescent the atmosphere in your small living space has become. He appreciates your efforts to add more color into the ship vey much.

Ezra is pretty much everything you were looking for minus one arm (not that you mind). He’s understanding, silly, eager to do new things, and always ecstatic to learn new things.

Fun fact: Ezra likes your aesthetic.

[bearly-writing]

Actually, I'm very sorry, but I've changed my mind. Could I please instead have Pidge with "Standing Cuffs"? Thank you, I hope it's okay that I changed my request. XD

Thank you very much for this request and for your first message, which was lovely - I’m glad you enjoyed “Deep Dark Sea”. It’s totally fine to change your request seeing as you did it so quickly!

I’m so sorry that this took so long! I’d also like to apologise because I’m still in a bit of a funk so I’m not that happy with this one - so I’m sorry for the quality and the insanely long time it took. Hopefully you enjoy it anyway! :)

Crosses are posted. I’m still taking requests for both Voltron and the Batfamily if anyone else wants to request something! :)

Reach For The Sky

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Prompt: Standing Cuffs

Characters: Pidge, Shiro, Hunk, Lance, Keith

Warnings: Torture, Stress Positions, Blood and Injury, Urination

Summary: It’s impossible to ignore the pain completely, but a sort of numbness seems to crawl through her as she hangs in the darkness. It starts in her arms, creeping from her bloodless fingertips, through her muscles, until all she can feel is the bright point of pain at her wrists.

Read it on AO3 here!

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The bounty hunter isn’t gentle as he forces Pidge into the cuffs. The gauntlets that usually protect the delicate skin of her wrists are gone, and the thick metal pinches as he snaps them tight. She fights, but her head is spinning from the earlier blow, her jaw aching as she clenches it tight to keep the little wounded sound trying to escape between her teeth, and the alien’s six limbs hold her still with frightening ease.

“My friends will come for me,” she snaps. But the bounty hunter doesn’t seem overly concerned, just steps back, letting Pidge drop against the cuffs. This time she can’t hold back her surprised yelp of pain. The sharp edge of the metal bites into her wrists as her weight falls against it. She struggles, trying to get her feet under her, but only her toes can actually reach and she has to strain to hold herself upright.

The bounty hunter smirks. “I hope so.” One of his hands reaches up to clasp her chin. “The Green Paladin is a pretty prize, but I always prefer a full set.”

Pidge snarls at that. She might have been stupid enough to let herself get captured, but there’s no way a bounty hunter in a little smuggler’s ship will stand a chance against the others. Still, if he’s stupid enough to believe that, it’s probably in Pidge’s favour.

He smirks again. Lets his hand drop so she can tuck her chin back against her chest, glaring. Pidge would happily claw that expression right off his face if her hands were free. Instead she just shifts, trying to settle more steadily on her toes.

“You just hang out here for now.”

Then he laughs, as if that was actually funny.

***

Pidge isn’t sure how much time passes before the bounty hunter returns, but her whole body is aching by the time the door slides open again.

Her wrists hurt the worst. It’s impossible to keep her weight off of them. For a while she had balanced on her toes, stretching as far as she could to try to protect the delicate skin, but it hadn’t been long before her legs had been trembling with the effort. Now she hangs against the cuffs until breathing becomes too difficult and she has to struggle back onto her toes before her lungs feel like they might collapse completely. Then, when she can’t hold the position any longer, she slumps as carefully as she can against the cuffs, worried that dropping too quickly will yank her shoulders right out of their sockets.

It feels as though she’s been doing it for hours, but most likely it’s been much less time than that before the bounty hunter reappears. There’s a woosh of air as the door slides open, then he’s stalking towards her, a plastic water bottle gripped in one hand, another outstretched. That smug smile is still plastered on his face.

As soon as he gets close, Pidge strikes. It hurts to shift so much of her weight to her wrists, and the strain of dragging her body up is agony on her shoulders and arms. But she grits her teeth against the pain and kicks out. Lands a solid blow on the outstretched arm. The bounty hunter jerks back with a hiss. The smile is wiped from his face and he clutches at the injured limb in pained surprise, but it’s paltry compensation for the burn of her ribs, the sharp tearing ache in her wrists. A trickle of something warm and wet slides down her arm. Blood. Oozing from underneath the cuffs.

Still, there’s vicious satisfaction in knowing she’s hurt him.

“I wouldn’t try that again,” he snaps, but Pidge notices that he’s staying back, well clear of the range of her feet. “And here I was trying to be nice.”

He rattles the bottle in his hand and the water sloshes invitingly with the movement. Pidge hadn’t even realised how thirsty she was until this moment. Suddenly her mouth is dry as a desert, dehydration rubbing her throat raw, pounding a headache behind her eye. Or maybe that’s the punch she’d taken earlier, it’s difficult to tell.

All she knows is that suddenly she’s desperate for a drink.

“If you really wanted to be nice, you’d let me out of these cuffs.” It’s breathless, choked by her sore throat and the pressure of her own ribs against her lungs. That infuriating smile is back and the bounty hunter moves closer, apparently deciding it’s worth the risk. Pidge lets him - she doesn’t have the strength to try that again.

“I’m not that stupid Paladin, and neither are you. Now behave, and I’ll make sure you don’t die of thirst.”

Pidge flashes teeth. Snarls. When he steps close she presses her lips together, refusing to open them even as he forces the bottle against her mouth. There’s no way to know it’s really water and her mind can’t help supplying all of the awful things he could have done to it - drugs, poison, nanotech even, although even she can admit that’s unlikely.

But she’s not going to let him put anything in her mouth. Trickles of liquid slip over her chin, carve cool lines through the sweat and grime on her neck. Then the bounty hunter presses one big hand over her face, blocking off her nose, and suddenly Pidge can’t breathe. She thrashes, even though it hurts, even though it’s not just water trickling over her skin. She knows exactly what he’s doing, and she won’t let him win, but she can’t breathe. She can’t breathe.

Finally she peels her lips apart. Opens her mouth wide to try to drag in oxygen. There’s no air though, only a steady stream of water, filling her mouth insistently, forcing her to choke and swallow in a desperate attempt to clear her airways.

Eventually the bounty hunter pulls away and Pidge can take a huge, whooping breath. She coughs automatically, struggling not to vomit up all of the water she had just inhaled. It sits heavily in her stomach, more solid than liquid has any right to feel. Feels like it’s dragging her down to the ground, tearing yet more skin from her wrists.

At the same time, it’s heaven on her throat. Not that she’ll let the bounty hunter know that.

Maybe he does though, because his grin is wide and white..

***

For a while, Pidge cries. At first silent, bitter tears that stream down her cheeks. Frustration swells in her chest, a hot lump at the base of her throat, and then the tears are no longer silent. She sobs, wet, awful noises choking out of her. For a long time, she shudders alone in the darkness, the pain in her arms and her own helpless anger fuelling her tears. Until, finally, the pressure in her chest hurts too badly to keep going. When her sobs eventually stop, she feels wrung out, loose and soggy, and twisted around in her body, like a wet cloth left out to dry.

They’ll come, she thinks, a little desperately. But she has no idea if they know where she is. No idea how long it will take them. She doesn’t know if she can stand this much longer.

Pidge does though, because she has to. It’s impossible to ignore the pain completely, but a sort of numbness seems to crawl through her as she hangs in the darkness. It starts in her arms, creeping from her bloodless fingertips, through her muscles, until all she can feel is the bright point of pain at her wrists. The numbness creeps through her shoulders, steals over the shallow rise and fall of her chest. Turns her legs to jelly. More blood wells beneath the cuffs as she slumps, but she’s too tired and boneless to hold herself up anymore. She doesn’t care. She doesn’t care that she can only drag in shallow sips of air, or that her shoulders are groaning against the pain. She doesn’t care about the hot lines carving their way down her arms. It’s not something Pidge has ever been particularly good at – turning off her brain – but she almost manages it now. At least until the dull ache in her pelvis turns into an insistent pressure. The water she had almost been grateful for earlier settling heavily in her bladder.

Damn. This is the last thing she needs.

“Hey,” she shouts and her voice echoes back at her, sounding small and rough. “Hey, you need to let me down. I need the bathroom!”

There’s no reply. Pidge can’t say she was really expecting one, but the silence still swells that spark of frustration in her chest. She grinds her teeth against the sensation, and the insistent press of her bladder. Part of her kind of wants to cry again, and she can’t help the wet prickle at the back of her eyes, or the heat burning across her cheeks.

“Please,” she tries, even though it’s useless. Who knows if the bounty hunter is close enough to hear her? And if he is, he isn’t likely to give in to her demands. Still, Pidge squirms, rubbing her wrists raw as she jerks against the cuffs. Dragging in shallow breaths, desperately trying not to put any strain on her pelvis. It works for a little bit. Although she shivers with the strain, cold sweat breaking out across her forehead, sliding down her back. It hurts, almost eclipsing her numb arms and strained chest. A sharp, deep, ache.

Finally, she can’t hold it in any longer. Wet heat spreads across her legs. Pidge jerks, curling her legs up underneath her as warm liquid tickles down her thighs. There’s a burst of sharp ammonia and Pidge almost sobs again. Something cold and dark snarling into life in her stomach. It’s awful. Humiliating. But there isn’t exactly anything she can do about it. At least the ache disappears. Now there’s only all of her other pains to worry about again. And a very long time to worry about them.

***

In the end, Pidge doesn’t see the bounty hunter again. There’s a thud, rocking the little ship wildly, and throwing her against the cuffs. It’s so loud that it seems to reverberate through the entire room around her. Pidge holds her breath, fighting against a gasp, trying to figure out exactly what happened. If she’s lucky, this is a rescue – if not, then she might be in even more trouble. Cold horror slides through her veins – if this is the Galra…

Pidge tries to drag herself up onto her toes, tries to be ready for whatever is coming for her. But her legs feel too weak, shaking beneath her, the balls of her feet sore and bruised from the repeated pressure. Urine has dried on her skin, sticking her flight suit to her legs with a horrible heavy, itchy sensation that Pidge longs to tear away. Her arms are so numb now that she barely even notices the release of pressure.

Then the ship rocks again and Pidge’s feet slide out from beneath her. She falls more heavily than she had expected, landing hard on her wrists. There’s a pop, deafening in her ear, but for a moment, no pain to accompany it, just a sharp burst of adrenaline, tingling across her numb skin. It doesn’t last. Agony screams through her shoulder, burning hot through her arm and the side of her chest. She chokes on a scream. She needs to get her feet back under her. Needs to steady herself. If she can just release the pressure, maybe the pain will stop.

But she’s dizzy. Weak. Her head is spinning with the pain and the hours of standing without anything to focus on. At least, she thinks it’s been hours, in her state it’s really impossible to tell. She hangs against the cuffs, fighting for breath, trying to suppress the hurt little whimpers bubbling out of her throat. It’s agony on her dislocated shoulder, but she doesn’t have the strength to drag herself upright again, and another fall could be even worse.

Finally, after what feels like another eternity, waiting suspended in the darkness, she hears movement outside of the little room she’s been held captive in. There’s a series of dull thuds that raise all of the little hairs on the back of her neck, and then the door slides open, and Pidge has to blink against the sudden light. A dark shadow stands silhouetted in the doorway. Tall and broad and – Hunk. It’s Hunk standing there and, honestly, Pidge isn’t sure if she’s ever been so glad to see him before in her life. He must recognise her at the same time because suddenly he’s moving quickly towards her, striding across the room quicker than Pidge expects.

“Pidge!” He stops, and even with though Pidge is stretched high on her toes, she still has to look up to meet his gaze. Wide eyes flicker over her. “Hey, hey, Pidge are you OK?” Then, before she can answer, “Guys, in here – I found her.”

The volume has her head spinning again and she has to blink hard before she can focus back on the Yellow Paladin’s face. Hands flutter over her arms, her chest, seeming hesitant to touch. When they skim past her dislocated shoulder she can’t help flinching.

Sorry,” Hunk mutters with a grimace. “I’m so sorry Pidge. We’ll get you down, don’t worry.”

“It’s fine,” she tries, squeezing it out of her crushed chest. But Hunk’s grimace only deepens.

“The others are just coming.” A brush against the cuffs, too light to coax any pain from her numb skin, not beneath the throbbing agony of her shoulder. “Shiro will be able to get these off.”

There’s a clatter of sound. Hunk’s face draws tight. Then the others are right there, piling into the room behind Hunk. Keith clutching his bayard tight, Shiro’s Galra hand still lit up, shining brilliant purple in the dim light. Lance follows last, his own bayard pointing back into the hallway. His eyes bug when he catches sight of Pidge, dangling against the wall, and a horrible flicker of pity works across his face. Keith and Shiro both control their own reactions better, although Keith’s lips press into a thin white line. Shiro steps up beside Hunk, and Pidge has to crane her head even higher.

Suddenly she feels ashamed. She’s horribly aware of her vulnerable position, of the blood, tacky on her arms and the urine staining her legs. Can they smell that awful stale waft of ammonia when she shifts? Heat floods across her cheeks. They must know.

“Sorry we took so long.” There’s a soft expression on Shiro’s face that’s not quite pity, but his eyes are cold when she meets his gaze, as if he’s reigning back some other emotion. “Hold still, I’ll get you out of these.”

And Pidge trusts Shiro – with her life if it came to that – but she can’t help jerking away when his arm lights up. Something dark flits across his face - for less than a second, but it’s there. It smooths out almost immediately after, back into that soft, blank mask, but Pidge’s chest clenches guiltily. Shiro doesn’t deserve that. And yet, that barely contained power, so close to her damaged wrists, her numb and aching arms, still scares her.

“I’m going to cut the cuffs, OK?” And because it’s Shiro, he waits for her nod before he brings the glowing fingers of his hand towards her. He pauses, looking expectantly at Hunk, and the Yellow Paladin wraps his solid arms around Pidge’s chest. Immediately, the pressure on Pidge’s arms, the desperate tension in her legs, eases, and she can’t help the soft groan she lets loose at the relief. It eclipses almost every other sensation. Eclipses her worry about the fact that, so close Hunk can’t miss the fact that she’s wet herself. Eclipses the pain in her ribs when Hink’s arms tighten to hold her in place. Even when Shiro lifts his arm, pressing the heat of his prosthetic against the cuffs, slicing them apart with surprising ease, Pidge can only loll limp in Hunk’s grip.

She does let out a pained whimper when Shiro carefully lays her arm down at her side. The sudden rush of blood is like fire, licking along her veins. She turns her face against Hunk’s chest but it doesn’t muffle her second cry when the other arm is released, jarring the dislocated socket.

“Sorry,” Shiro murmurs. When she glances up at him, his face is tight. Gentle hands probe her arm, light over the abused flesh. “Dislocated I think.”

There’s a hiss from somewhere near the door. A muttered Jesus. Shiro ignores both.

“I don’t want to try anything here. Can you stand it until we’re back at the castle?” Pidge manages a weak nod. Shiro folds her arm carefully against her chest, wincing when she grits her teeth against the pain. Then she’s lifted into Hunk’s arms as easily as breathing. It’s nice - to be held, to not have to strain and fight and hurt anymore. They had come for her.

She knew they would.

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Witch will inevitably be bought by Disney like everything else. So we can get a pinky Deadpool ship!

FINALY!!!

Hello . My name is...well I guess I.. well how about you can just call me Dayrl for now. You see my story ... It is true, very true well the beginning is any way. Oh though how I wish this was a true story. The true story though has not yet occurred. If I'm to change my life would to change my life and find the one I was destined to meet. I'd have to find the one the cupcacake of my eye that for years or more I might of gone without noticing. I'd have to go through hell to find true love. I'd was going to be sent through life's emotional hell.

But that is later

This... is where my story began...for now...

My pony life started in high school. I don't even rember much of it, and I know I did not know about fan fictions back then. What had happened is that I saw this kid with really cool shirt with on and it something really cool on it with a rainbow maybe ?

Yeah that it defintaly not the design that was on the shirt but it is 20% cooler

So I asked the dude about it his shirt I mean he said it was from a short about ponies now at I was uncertain but I'm really open minded and also I was in high school so i think that was at the time where I was more use to watching cartoons so theres that by the way it may now be important but I really love to brag ... So you know the really famous season four tirek episode where twilight had the power of four Alicorns and when she when to battle tirek the stated exchangeing blows and beams energy waves throwing rocks at each other having a good ol time well I watched as .... It ... Aired ... Which alot of people can say that they did that to but ya know like I said l love to brag

#overlyadzaderatedartparody

So now ya know how I came to the fandom that's well and good and I really don't remember alot after that other than ya know watching the episodes now and then but if knew then what I know now ...... Well I often say don't it's not got look at the past unless your looking to learn

Now apparently ..... Very apparently I seem to have falling away from the fandom at sompoint and I think it it a fairly simple reason that I faced a problem that all us bronies have to and will learn to over come if we want in this fan community

Prejudice

Mockink, taunting teasing

Rejection

Eventually if you can't get over something like that and face your problems your fears and lack of self confidence you become ..... Lost alone ....unhappy you will be unable to move on with life... like...

Now eventually after a while I found the fandom again I don't really want to say ... Hoooo....huuummmm I guess if I'm going to be telling this story I'm going to be honest with you

#apples

#honesty

#elementofhonesty

#applejack

So any way here it I'm not what a normal person would call normal ...or at the very least average I have these psychological disorders there called autism, ADHD, ADD, OCD, and plethora of behavior probelems you see growing not the best behaved i had a lot of social issues and trouble making friends on account of my autism and the fact my dad had passed away when I was two and technicaly speaking im still not the best behaved or social

any way I was in this assisted liveing home becaus my mom need a break from me a person with less .... Metal advantages sometimes just can't handel you all the time and one day i was watching tv in the day room nothing on as per ussaul you know I did have my phone back then too and hardly ever watched TV when I did alot of it was Steven universe and any one else who watches that can tell you that hiatused are a Bitch so basically steven universe was hiatuse and there nothing on and I found my self watchin TMNT alot but ya got know there nothing on there's nothing on but one day there was...

Now one thing you have to understand about me is I absolutely love my music all music any music any at and I'm not that picky

#octaviamelody

#vinylrecordscratch

I don't really have that many thing I won't listen to most of the time I only have one rule and that is that I won't listen to anything where I can't understand the lyrics I feel like what the point in music if you can't apeel to everyone and if one person can not what your saying that's one person you did not reach but the point of the matter is that I like and appreciate a lot of music what I'm realling to say is that the music is a big part of why I loved in Steven universe so much like comet, giant woman, it's over isnt it and I will straight up right now say that show deserves ten Grammy's (not to mention the Annie award, animation award, it deserved deserved deserved for best episode paraphrasing the name of the award Mr. Greg instead of that dumb ass adventure time vr episode) but I'm getting off toppic now I like music and what is my Little pony without alot of music

So I'm pretty sure no I'm beautifuly one hunldred percent sure on who I have to thank for saving me from when I was down in my funk the it was none other than the cuti mark crsaders let me explain it is definitely not the first song iv heard in the series but damn shur if it's not one the best I was watching mlp one day and ya know I thought here go just another friendship song ... Fuckin ass then out of no where I was blown away the kiss makeup , the lights, the crashes, the danger, and rock be e de de e dew

All I have to say right now is I don't know where I'd be if it weren't for you the cmc

#imnotzecora

so from the bottom of my heart for as broken and shattered it gets every day thank you

You help me so much

Now let talk about something really serious do you believe in simplicity that things just simply happen an that they are all coincidences maybe you believe in faith it can come from strangest places in apparently very ummm... If you believe in faith how far does that faith go how long are you willing to let the Signs just pass you by ignore faith some people get second chances but some never even get a first and if you do nothing if it something ....or someone that is a greater power or forces .... why not at least play along Just to see where you end up

Ok im a guy so naturally I do what guys do I watch porn and please just stay with me for one minute here because this is probably the most important part this is where I the divine intervention made it's first move it a very crucial part to this story so please just stay with me who know here what the rule 34 is ... Oh come on...

#sweetibellohcomeon

Shut you all know it is everyone knows the rule is it's states if exist it can be sexy and there porn of it

so me being the very lonely guy that I was never had being been in a relationship and alwase watching porn I knew for a fact that they did not show porn on YouTube so showering pornsites for pony porn and finding none (or not look hard enough not find what I wanted or worse just being internet lazy) went YouTube and they had ..... Somethig

Clop

Right now I challenge you to go to someone who is not a mlp fan and ask them to watch clop then ask a brony the exact question and compare just their face reactions yeah I had no idea what it was I did after though

So I got my fill of clop now at that time I was also a big anime fan this is the second event that seems to line up just perfectly to be some kind weird divine intervention I was watching frieza react to the video where pinkie pie beats up all her friends to the theme of the smile song and I'll give you a thousand Guesses what video was in description

cupcakes

Now yeah it was a weird video but I did even here it was a fanfic till way later the next couple of web searches we're mostly fan made songs untill ...

My first fan fiction by scribbler of course

#scribbler

#scribblerproductions

#subcribetoscribbler

Scribbler i dont know who you are but if could only realize what a monumental difference youve made in my life I have goals now because of you on I've found love and pepol can say they are fictional chacters all fuckin day I ve got more than that I want to and need to

So let's go back where all began

Rocket to insanity my first mlp fan fiction ever butt you know I think I've told you quite a bit now so ill save some for next time

That where really interesting ...