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dronebiscuitbat · 10 months ago

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This chapter has smut in it. Although drones don't have junk, they can "make love." In their own special way.

I don't view this as explicit, since how drones make that connection is much different then how people do. That being said, if you aren't into that. Here's the Tl;DR:

N comes home worried, N and Uzi console each other, before N gets the wise idea that perhaps they won't ever have the chance to do this again with everything going on.

Loving, Passionate Robotic Lovemaking Ensues.

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 47)

N was home in record time, and when he opened the door he was immediately pulled down into a tight embrace, Uzi's tail was free, curling around him as if he was the last bastion of safety on the planet, her fingers gripped the back of his coat.

Nothing was said, not yet. He closed the door behind him with his tail and used the door itself as something to lean against as he lifted her up into his arms, burying his face into the crook of her neck.

“I'm so glad you're okay.” N broke the silence first, mumbling the words into her shoulder, he focused on the sound of her core-beat, it fluttered with anxiety but still thrummed like a war-drum, she was safe…

“I was more worried about you… I thought she was right on top of you or something.” She admitted, pulling back to look at him only to press their visors together with a light clink.

“N-no, I'm okay honey.” He purred back, his eyes still closed. The girl in his arms made a squeak and quickly looked away, the sudden term of endearment catching her off guard, especially since he sounded so genuine.

His brain seemed to catch up a moment later, and he went a shade of gold, clearing his throat.

“I-I… sorry, I was just worried… a-and it sounded right.”

“It's… okay.”

There was a pause, a lull of silence between them as N slowly put her down, before he started speaking again.

“Did you warn V?”

“She immediately went hunting through the vents, she wants payback.” Uzi replied, gesturing up to reference the vents above them.

“She find anything?” He asked again, still feeling jittery from his worry.

“She's been sending updates. It's been all clear so far.” She reassured, holding his arm in an attempt to calm him down as they both continued to stand at the doorway.

“Good…”

His gaze flickered to the couch where Tera was laying on her stomach, asleep, peaceful. A small black blanket loosely over her as she had her thumb in her mouth, drooling on it. He smiled, though it was wrought with worry.

Uzi followed his gaze, only to turn his face towards her with her hand, even if she had to balance on the tips of her feet to do it.

“We’re okay.” She said softly, and his core ached to belive her.

“Uzi… Doll’s been here this whole time… she could have had the jump on us at anytime…” He voiced his worries and his stress, both pouring out of his mouth before he thought much about it.

“But she didn’t. I don’t know why she’s still here… she has my bug already, there’s no reason for her to stay here.”

“Maybe she already found whatever she needed?” He suggested, but that begged the question of what exactly she was looking for.

“I don’t know… maybe we should have followed her… V did suggest-“ N interrupted her, not allowing her to blame herself.

“None of us were in the condition to do anything after you hacked into us. You were asleep for two whole days after that, I wasn’t going to leave you without knowing you were awake.”

“And you wouldn’t let V go alone either?”

“No, I wouldn’t.”

Another pause, this one more urgent, building like a bubble about to pop. Although his worry was slowly being ebbed away just by being beside her, a tension still grew between them.

“She really could’ve snuck up on us at anytime… why didn’t she?” Uzi repeated slowly, seemingly to let N's stress be absorbed into her, he didn't want that, so he immediately went to try and comfort her.

“Maybe there’s… something preventing her? Or she changed her mind about killing us?”

“Maybe…” Uzi’s voice trailed off into nothing, clearly troubled by the situation. Though there was very little they could actually do unless the Russian girl decided to suddenly appear before them. N cupped her cheek, before swooping down and placing a chaste kiss on her lips.

She blushed, and it grew when N took her hand into his and led them further into their apartment, and headed towards the bedroom.

N was scared, nervous and worried. His discovery had upset the air of domesticity they were starting to find. And it had made his thoughts drift to the things he really wanted, and the things he never got to experience. How much time did he truly have? Did Uzi really have? With the eldritch monsters, biological instincts, and now the threat of Doll looming over their heads. He didn’t know how much time they had left, but he did know he wanted to make the most of every second.

“N…?” Her voice was soft and curious, more so when N turned to her and placed his hands on her hips. A blush found it’s way to his face and stayed there, he caressed her hip with his thumb and he found himself unable to look at her.

“Uzi… I uh.” His core was suddenly beating out of his chest, was this a good idea? Yeah it had sounded good about a minute ago in his head, but now acting on it was nerve-wracking, would she even want something like this? His timing wasn’t exactly great…

“I want to… try…” His voice and any remaining confidence faded, self doubt creeping up in the gaps between his thoughts. This was a bad idea. No, the worst idea, they’d only been together for six months, he wasn’t sure if she was ready, if he was ready, what if it hurt? What if J had completely ruined him and he hurt her? Hell, he didn’t know what he was doing! Oh no, he messed up!

“Try…?” Uzi leaned up into him, a small smile on her face. Was he suggesting what she thought he was? She always thought that when the time came it would be her initiating, with his past trauma and need to be polite, always. She figured she’d have to slowly work up to it. But maybe this situation had spooked him, freaked him out enough to where he thought he wouldn’t get another chance.

“I-I Nevermind. It was stupid… we should be on high alert not… uh uhm mmm..”

His words trailed off when Uzi’s hand trailed a path up his side, something so featherlight even through his coat that it sent a shiver up his spine and his processors to short circuit. His tail made wide arches behind him, showing his near instant enjoyment.

“It’s not stupid. And V’s already on a warpath… we can. Only if you’re okay with it.” Uzi reassured, honestly, her mind was somewhere similar, if shit was about to hit the fan, she wanted to be sure she’d have no regrets when it did, and nothing should be left unsaid… or undone.

“I…don't really know what I'm doing�� sorry I led you in here all confident and now I-I'm caving.”

“If it makes you feel better, I'm actually impressed you managed to ask me at all, thought I'd have to our first time.”

“O-oh… you've done this before?”

Uzi suddenly blushed, taken over by a similar embarrassment as the one currently staining her boyfriends face.

“I didn’t say that…”

The air was thick with tension, neither really sure where to go from here, N was almost too nervous to even breathe, let alone move. And Uzi was trying to decide if N was ever going to make a move.

After another moment, she realized he wasn't.

“You want me to lead?” She asked gently, cocking her head and leaning up into him to try and move closer to his visor, he gulped, more sweat and a far heavier blush displayed on his visor.

“Mmhm.” He nodded, being the only thing he could force his body to do, she laughed lightly, and even though she had a smirk she still looked incredibly embarrassed.

“Lay down then.”

Given a command, he found it easier to make his body move to obey it, he crawled onto the bed nervously hat and all, before laying face up, looking at the ceiling with the world's most nervous smile.

Ohrobogodohrobogodohrobogod

When Uzi climbed on top of him, shed already stripped, and she straddled his waist, he gulped nervously, memories of J looming over him, a taser, or claws, or both swam in the back of his head, though he tried not to let that show.

“Relax, okay?” Her hand came to brush some hair out of his face before removing his hat, placing it on the nightstand, one of her hands came to grip his collar.

“O-okay”

She lent down to kiss him, holding the side of his face as she started chaste, and gently caressed the side of his face until he really began to relax.

His hands found her hips again, pulling her deeper into him, and it was only then that she deepened the kiss, nipping at his lip to ask for access. Which he gave almost immediately, giving her free reign to explore his mouth.

While his hand racked up the smooth silicone of her back, her hand was busy trying to unbutton his coat blind, which seemed to be a little difficult with only one hand, since it was uncharacteristically clumsy, although he figured she was just as nervous.

Still soon enough his coat was completely undone and she was pulling it open, leaving the only thing keeping it on being his arms.

She pulled back, leaving them both panting and breathless, both their visors still stained with blush, Uzi looked him up and down, admiring his figure and causing him to fluster.

“I-I'm not t-that interesting.”

“You're gorgeous, actually.” She replied, sincerity dripping off her lips, he squirmed as those words him, feeling the embarrassment crawl up his spine.

“Shouldn't I be saying that to y-you?” He gave a goofy grin, that made his girlfriend laugh a press another kiss onto his visor screen, a spark of electricity passed between the area of contact.

Then she ducked into the crook of his neck to place more kisses there, and unlike his playful ones that morning, these were playful in a much different way, they were long, trailing kisses that made each contact feel like it burned the metal there, the hand on her her hip gripped a little tighter, making a small, almost inaudible whine escape from the girl on top of him.

That's when his hands started to wander, both running up her back until they began to slip down her front, he still had no idea what he was doing, but instinct seemed to guide his hands to ghost up the rubber residing in her middle, and she shivered in response.

Her kisses turned to nibbles before she was beginning to scrape her fangs lightly across his neck, gasps bubbled out of his throat as the input registered in his systems, he squirmed again, the feeling new to him before he felt one of her hands firmly push him down so that he'd stay still.

“U-uzi…” The word came out in a shudder as her other hand snaked up his front, from his hip all the way up to his chest, right underneath his core, he continued to explore the rest of her body, running over bumps and nicks and committing them to memory until he found himself touching up her back again.

His fingers roamed over the gnarled scars on her back, causing her to suddenly jerk her body forward in surprise as a muffled pleasured groan left her mouth, the reaction seemed to surprise both of them, as she quickly sat up, locking eyes with him with a renewed blush.

“Did- did that hurt?” He asked, even though he knew the answer he wanted to be sure, she shook her head, seemingly rendered speechless by her sudden outburst.

Then he felt his entire chest begin to buzz with energy, he looked down to find Uzi's finger gently rubbing a circle into the glass casing of his core. It was light, almost too light for him to feel anything. But what he did feel was like a low rush of energy, and it was quickly spreading to his head to make it fuzzy too.

“Is this okay?” She asked, her confidence seeming evaporated after having a outburst like that. He nodded, finding it hard to locate a thought that wasn't just praise.

“Y-yeah. It's… Oh-Okay.”

In response, she pressed a little harder, he felt his body seize in response, he bit his lip to stifle the noise that threatened to escape this throat.

Was this… was this what it was supposed to feel like? It wasn't painful, but it was almost overwhelming, he was struggling to breathe correctly and his processors began to misfire.

“Y-you can touch me t-too.” She guided one of his hands, which had fallen off her back to grip the sheets under him, to her chest, right underneath her core, he was trembling at this point, but always eager to please he tentatively pressed a finger into it.

“Ah!~ Aha! Woah- n-ot that hard~” He immediately let up on the pressure, scared he'd hurt her, before looking up at her face and finding she was somewhere between completely blissed out and excited beyond measure.

“S-sorry.” He did his best to rub circles into her core with the same amount of pressure she was doing to him. Until she picked up the pace and caused him to throw his head back into the pillow with a moan.

“Nhg… Uzi…” Electricity felt as if it was sparking around every inch of his body, clogging his mechanics and making him want for more, both his eyes were enlarged golden hearts, his blush encompassing most of his face. Thinking? What was that?

He increased his pressure and pace as well, making the girl above him buckle and bite her lip roughly, only one of her eyes were hearts, but the way she was panting and shuddering left no doubt in his mind that she was feeling much of the same way.

A single long press of her hand on his core, with far more pressure then before made him nearly buck her off, a loud groan being forced out as a small compartment opened up right above his core, spitting out a small cable that Uzi immediately grabbed and pulled on, making him almost choke on how sensitive it was.

“Wh-what?” His voice was glitched from the pleasure, and he didn't even finish his sentence before Uzis mouth crashed upon his, and like a good boy, he shut up and kissed her, adding a second finger to her core as she whimpered and whined into his mouth.

Soon after, Uzi's own compartment opened up, instead of a cable though, it was a simple USB port, N felt her shudder before pulling off his mouth and moaning lightly under her breath, panting as she still had his cord in her hand.

“F-fuck.” She cursed, although it was clearly meant more positively then just cursing at him for doing something wrong, his vents took in as much sir as he could, his temperature being far higher then normal. He'd probably need oil after this…

“Why did-” He was interrupted by a shudder and a pant as some delayed input was processed through. “You s-stop?”

She took a second to respond, still recovering before she looked at him, putting the cord in his hand instead.

“You're…” An aftershock went through her and she closed her eyes, riding it out before she tried speaking again. “You're supposed to plug this into me.”

He looked at the thin cable in his hands, then back up at her, before he immediately started to lean up to insert it into her port, before she hurriedly stopped him.

“We… uh. D-don’t have to go that far. That's how… fuck. Probably how Tera was made.”

He blinked, brain finally catching up to what exactly she was saying. And as much as he consciously knew it was a bad idea, he really didn't want this to end yet.

“My firewalls are up… it's probably safe… but. I don't know how different your code is from mine…” She was slowly winding down, and now she was making shapes on his stomach, nervously.

“Do- Do you want to keep going?” He asked, still feeling fuzzy and jittery, his core felt as if it was throbbing, begging him for this to continue.

She paused, her blush growing quickly.

“K-kinda.”

Well, that sealed the deal for him, he sat up, using the headboard as support as he gingerly plugged himself in.

Instantly he gasped as he felt his very code meld with hers, crashing against each other as both systems had to adjust to an entirely new state of being, he was both looking at her and looking at himself through her, it was both terrifying and exciting in every way possible.

He reached up to touch her face, both the sensation of touching and being touched coursed through their connected systems.

Even their emotions seemed to mix, causing a confusing tornado of fear, excitement, and love to swirl in colors of purple and gold.

Then… with a shift, Uzi began to write in the gaps of his code.

I love you, I love you, I'm yours, you're mine, I love you.

Whatever pleasure he felt before was nothing compared to now, he immediately buckled under their combined weight and collapsed onto the bed, he could barely take in a breath let alone make a sound.

“Breathe baby…” Uzi panted out, making him both smile and blush and try to reach out into her code in return, it was easier then he expected, like swimming through a warm ocean. Though she didn't need to speak, that thought had been shared through their connection already.

He wrote his own sweet nothings into her code. He wasn't as graceful, sometimes he would accidentally overwrite something, which caused Uzi to whimper above him before it quickly fixed itself.

You're perfect, I love you, beautiful, my love, my darling.

Waves of pleasure coursed through them both, resonating with each line of code written, it almost became N's goal to fill up as much of her empty space with his own admiration, he loved her so much, she loved him so much…

Right now, there was very little to differentiate who's thought was who's, they were one being, not two.

At least until Uzi blue screened. A loud, shuddering moan broke through the relative silence and she collapsed on top of him, he was right after, the feeling of her climax having only a fraction of a second delay before it hit his system too.

and it all went black.

Next ->

#murder drones #biscuitbites #nuzi #uzi doorman #serial designation n #n and uzi #oil is thicker then blood #tera doorman #i told yall it was spicy #kinda scared to post it but at this point I've worked to hard on it.#fuck it #we ball #suggestive #well its more then suggestive but you know what i mean.

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majokothesmol · 1 year ago

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Since Nemona reminds me of myself when I was younger, my brain cooked up a Real World au where everyone just plays the pokemon game, so:

Nemona: Still student council president and a dork. She whips out her Nintendo every recess and goes up to everyone she knows and asks if they'll battle her. She's always happy when someone says yes.

Arven: Plays the game because someone told him he could make friends with others who did and fell in love with the picnic mechanics. He's good on those limited time event Tera raids and gladly assists you on gathering Herba Mystica.

Penny: Played the games since she was young, and is content playing through the story herself. She always buys both copies of the games to trade with herself and experiments with rom hacks. She probably made a few mods as well. Still, once she discovered multiplayer, it was hard to go back.

Carmine: Has to share a switch with Kieran, and hogs it for the first few days, with him watching over her shoulder. She got a little bored of the game, though. You can't exactly battle your sibling when you share a console. Got back into it just to check what exactly the heck Kieran got up to with his game. They also share an acnh island

Kieran: Has to share the switch with Carmine, and watched her play the game when she hogged it. When figuring out he couldn't play with his sister, he started playing with the competitive battle team that started up at his school. Then one day he tried playing against a competitive random who wiped the floor with him and then became determined to Get Good for real. He also got stuck taking care of his sister's acnh island

#nemona #rival kieran #kieran #pokemon kieran #pokemon nemona #arven pokemon #arven #trainer arven #penny pokemon #pokemon #pokemon penny #pokemon carmine

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doekimakura · 10 months ago

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Can we learn a bit more about Alvius and Charles?

Charles and Alvius were my old WF OCs I made at the peak of my Warframe fanboy moment. They were... vastly different characters than who they are now.

Also!! Note that I played Warframe last before Railjack so... idk shit abt new lore.

(Note: more info in alt text)

Charles LeClair

Currently, Charles is mostly-a-spy mercenary who works alone. He is extremely anxious and distrustful of everyone and seemed very feeble and weak-minded. He always acted like he doesn't want to do this whole warframe job (he really doesn't) but he is too broke to actually stop (he is.)

Apparently, some people are hunting him down. An operator and his Warframe... but he has no idea why they are hunting him down.

Charles' true passion lies in mathematics. Numbers and codes calms him down, which is why he would rather go on spy missions and/or hack consoles and steal credits from the enemy side. He is a huge number nerd to a point he is able to calculate in his head freely, enhancing control over his limbo ability (where he shifted between reality and Rift, etc.)

He doesn't tell people much about himself. The best person who knows him for who he is is Alvius, and even then the poor Nidus doesn't know much about him either. (That leads to their breakup.)

Alvius Ilidius

Alvius (he prefers to be called 'Alan' because it's shorter) is a lot of things. He is a CEO, (a nidus pretending to be) an Excalibur, and is the charming leader of the dojo 'Tera Fals.'

Alan himself is very laid back. Unlike Charles, he has a very calm and confident temperament with a sprinkle of humor. Probably passes as a himbo, but has amazing battle instincts. Likes kids! (Most Tenno are '''kids''' after all.) Don't be fooled by his human face. It's a) plastic surgery, he did it to mimic Charles and b) he's actually roughly the same age than as Charles (Like, what, ~300+ years old?) He's an old man. He probably got that face from some old earth playboy magazine, idk.

Despite his positive attitude and virtuous appearance, Alan was an experimental type of Nidus. TL;DR, an experiment where one Tenno can control 10 warframes at the same time. While he is able to walk around freely without an Operator, he was unfortunately plagued with urges of bloodlust and violence. He staves these urges by going out on extreme sports activities, missions, and using suppression medication.

Unfortunately, there are times that fearsome urge wasn't suppressed and well... let's say it caused casualties once.

...

Ok I'll tell you this, they are still in love. But with the massive baggage they're carrying that they haven't solved? That's why they aren't together at the moment.

Anyway that's all about two of my favorite characters and also one of my favorite couples.

#longpost #warframe #warframe headcanons #[WF] Charles #[WF] Alvius #its very long im sorry but they were my brainrot for so so so long #until the wf rp scene died and i gave up on both that and the game (at that time. Early Railjack times werent good for me #and i cant dedicate more time to grind)#I have the chance to polish all of this again and fix some old stuff and gimmicks ive grown out of #and now you have a neurotic mathematician and his adrenaline junkie himbo ex #i hope you like them as much as I do #they are silly and tragic put into one

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cursed-spectre · 4 months ago

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*Uses Console Commands to generate the most adorable, cute, lovable dog/cat (it can be either) to ever exist. I then place said animal in the cube*

Tera just manifests inside the main room mid-air, and drops onto the floor.

Spectre blinks. "Huh."

#rp blog #i'm sorry this answer was just too funny to not do #thanks bri

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beevean · 3 months ago

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Maria: I just saw my mother get turned into a vampire because my father is an evil scumbag and I don't know what to do with myself now

Richter, after trying once to console her: Well there's nothing I can do here! I'll just let Juste handle her while I'm busy flirting with my new GF!

You know, Maria accusing Richter of not caring about Tera as much as she did was a dick move that was only forgivable because naturally, at the peak of her grief, she would say some horrible stuff like that. We shouldn't take her seriously.

But then Richter forgets all about Tera. You know, the woman who took him in when he was 10 and raised him like her son. That woman. His second mother. Richter doesn't make her name again for the rest of the season. 90% of his dialogue is him swooning over how cool and sweet Annette is.

So yes. Maria, the asshole that she was in that moment, was right. Richter didn't care much about Tera, and his main priority was gushing over bae.

And then he does it again in the finale! Leaving the grieving Maria behind to kiss and make out with Annette in Saint Domingue!

something something we write the belmonts with respect

#anti netflixvania

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hoeforhao · 2 years ago

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Tum Se Hi (Its about you, Just about you) J.W.W

୨୧pairing : co-worker!wonwoo × g.n reader

୨୧author's note : how can i not do something for my moon's birthday!!! the title is from one of my favorite songs of our culture. I have tried to include the closest translation at the places the song's verses have been used♡

"What about the flowers tho? I want exactly two thousand and three lilies to adorn the hall by 6p.m sharp!!You remember that right?" a raspy hushed voice whisper talks to Chan, part time pet sitter at the shelter and full time Mr.Wonwoo's baby.

"What are the lovebirds chirping about huh?Lemme in your gossip too nah!" sudden contact of his shoulders with a warm pair of hands, pulls wonwoo out of the conversation and makes him stern his face so that the big secret doesn't spill out to you before hand.

"Nothing dumbo. We were just planning on what to do for cinnabun's birthday." the moment that those words escape his crevices, witnesses a slight drop in your smile and a deep sigh making its way out of your lungs.

*Cinnabun was one of the furrbabies at the cat shelter you three worked for, whose birthday was the next day. But that wasn't the reason for your sigh. I mean why would it be right? She was your favorite babie afterall. It was just cuz you thought that wonwoo even remembered bunbun's birthday, but ironically not yours. Your 20th birthday that was today. Yes today yet you had to act like there was nothing today. Why? Because you knew no one remembered and no one cared! Except....*

It was around 5:30 in the evening when you were finally done with your daily work schedule,be it feeding the babies or cleaning up after the menace pies.

Even if the world forgot to celebrate your presence, doesn't mean you will too, right? That's what you kept on telling yourself while buying that one slice of caramel cheesecake from the bakery next to the shelter, this morning.

Consoling yourself with all the "yes y/n you matter" and "so what no one remembers? it's still your special day", you gingerly make your way to the room where all the cattos were.

"Wait! Why is it all dark? Where are the babies? Did they all fall asleep already?" your heart clenches at the sight. Maybe you truly were just a mistake the universe made and now tried conveying to you at every point that you're nothing but an unimportant living piece of dirt on this planet. Else, why would everything be against you, on your OWN GODDAMN BIRTHDAY!!

"Looks like I'm just not meant to be even the tiniest bit happy on my day" these are the last words that part your lips, as you twirl on your feet to go back home.....just when a tug of guitar strings rings in your ears and....

Baaton mein baatein teri, raatein saugaatein teri ( my talks are full of you, my nights seem to be a gift from you )

Kyun tera sab yeh ho gaya,hua kya

( why has everything of mine become yours? what happened? )

Mein kahin bhi jaata hoon ,tum se hi mil jaata hoon ( anywhere i go, seems like i meet you )

Tum se hi, tum se hi ( it's about you, just about you )

Your legs have started feeling numb, you're too scared to even turn back to see the prettiest constellation being presented to you. Just you!

"Happy birthday y/n! I know all these years you've felt like you didn't deserve to celebrate your special day, the day this universe created the most beautiful lily ever. The day the missing puzzle piece of my being was carefully wrapped up in the shiniest of papers and presented to your parents." teardrops following each other down your cheeks like a colony of ants bringing home food, while wonwoo's bulky firm arms pull you into the warmest embrace known to mankind.

"Y-you remembered? B- but how?" trying to speak casually while being a crying mess is definitely not your cup of cocktail for sure. "And what about the cats? Where are they?" a panic instantly shines on your forehead as wonwoo pulls you by the shoulder and turns you towards the masterpiece he has created.

All your babies were lined up like little kids at a birthday party, wearing silly little princess and knight dresses while the room was decked up with white lilies all over. Your work table was now being occupied by a two tier vanilla caramel cake that specifically spelled out "Going Twenty" alongside your favorite brand of soju. But all of these still felt small infront of that satin sash that said " Happy Birthday to the prettiest star this galaxy had to offer".

And that's where you lost it. Dropping to your knees on the floor while shielding your entire face beneath your palms, you started wildly sobbing. No one has ever made you feel this special and what did wonwoo do? He turned the eternally cursed day of your life into the most beautiful one.

"Don't cry dumbo. Today is the day to celebrate with spirits and cakes not with tears and sobs princess" that same pair of arms wrapped around your torso, gently pulling up your body from the ground ; the arms that now felt like home and the embrace that made your heart fill up with nothing but sheer joy and peace.

"How can i ever thank you for this wonu!! All these just f-for me...for a girl who's only your co-worke..." before you could even finish blabbering like an absolute idiot, one of wonwoo's slender fingers lands on your lips forcing that ignorant mouth of yours completely shut.

"Just a girl? Oh how naive you're love. Only if you realized that you're not 'just a girl' for me but my entire sky; the canvas upon which i shine the brightest every night. The lost piece of my painting I've been trying to finish all these years"

'W-wonu y.." idiotic of you to even try speaking midway when the person you've adored all these time is now pouring his heart out to you.

"Y/n, I've loved you three summers....will you let me love you the rest too?" the restricting fingers finally drop down from your lips as wonwoo bends down his head, tears threatening to fall out of the two moon crevices on his forehead.

"Will it be a problem if we walk down this path together, hand in hand?" a soft pair of paws cups wonu's cheeks, gently wiping off the stray drops of tears staining his mochi buns.

"Thank you y/n." that's all that comes out of his mouth as he literally throws his entire body weight onto you while wrapping you into the tightest yet gentlest hug....head resting on your shoulders.

"Thank you more wonwoo" you calmly whisper into his ears while your hands took turns in patting his back and his satin soft perms.

"Uhh hmm looks like someone forgot to thank the one who helped him TO ARRANGE ALL THIS AND IMPRESS HIS LOVE" Chan's sudden intrusion is all it took for you two to come out from being an intertwined vine.

"You sly little boy!!! Did all of these just under my nose while acting all normal huh!!" and that's how a typical chase between the real life Tom & Jerry of your shelter ensued....wonwoo quietly looking over his moon being all giggly and happy, with stars in his eyes and sheer love in his heart.

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pokemon-ash-aus · 28 days ago

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For someone who’s never actually played all of the Pokémon games but wants to once able to get their hands on , what versions do you recommend for each region gameplay/story-wise?

If you’d like a reference, the only games I’ve ever been able to remember having cartridges for are Emerald and Black/White 2-

Depends on the consol you have really!

None of the games really standout in terms of ganeplay. It's all very much the same and very much the standard between them all, it'd the gimmicks you're looking for!

Black and White has an excellent storyline! But X and Y has the Mega Gimmick (just know, that between the two, XY has the weakest story)

Or if you want to go with a mix of both, Sun and Moon was one of my favorites. The story drags it's feet in some areas, but overall i did really like it. Plus you have the Totem Pokemon AND you get the Z-moves!

If you have a Switch and plan to get games on there, i suggest Sword and Sheild or Legends of Arceus. Sword and Sheild have the Dynamax and Gigantimax, both super fun and super fair in comparison to ScVi's Tera Dens.

Legends of Arceus has a more open world gimmick, similar to both ScVi and BOTW, along with a Pokemon go aspect of just chucking balls. It also has heavy and light movesets too.

Unfortunately, i couldn't enjoy the story as much as the others, but that was because i had someone spoil the twist for me. If you're going in with fresh eyes, avoid the spoilers and go in. It's still a great story!

Overall, it does depend on consol. I don't mention any older games here because it's been so long since i played them, and i haven't played all of them myself ^^

And despite me playing hours on hours for ScVi, the DLC's are much better than the actual storyline for me personally. The charcters are fun and easy to get attached too, but ScVi also has a lot of issues that aren't really worth the hassle. It does get you a lot of shinies tho!

Anyway, good luck, have fun and hope to see what you choose in the end o7

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b-free · 3 months ago

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Finally Home

(Thing I wanted to write after the end of the long chain with @ask-elliot-doorman-fam ! Tag is there because Tera is mentioned. WARNING. It's long I'm sorry. )

The week that it took to get back home was, blessedly, cut into more like four days. Hafiz was quick to figure out the proper path, and while they needed a short detour to find the panicked child and securely tape Hack up so he wouldn’t be able to get up to anything after what he had done to cause the detour in the first place. Over the course of the ride, the child had warmed up a bit more to Mo, whom had taken care of some babysitting duties when Hafiz needed to pay attention to actual spaceship piloting.

In between those moments, Hafiz did paperwork. Adoption pages filled out, information input for an up in expected rations, and a few orders to finish off some of the work that he had been doing before the whole adventure were just a few things. He took care to personally see that Hack was fed properly, and that Mo and the child got their proper shares. He took his position as the one in charge fairly seriously.

Which is why he got some help putting his arm in a sling after something failed during their landing. The ship was certainly not perfect, but it was not made to handle two take offs and two landings. He had to hiss a bit at the pain, but held it in as best he could for the sake of the worried green eyes that stared at him from the bottom-bunk-turned-child-cave.

“Papa?” The little voice still made his damn heart melt, the pain taking a back seat as he looked to the little drone that crawled forward to lean against his leg.

“Hey little Scrap. Go back over there, it might not be safe here huh?” Hafiz offers a smile toward his child, earning a pout in response before they look at his injured arm. It takes a long moment, but the tail comes up and licks over the sling, as if to try helping, before the child turns and wanders back over to lay on the pillows that they had collected. Mo reached out and pat them on the back.

“It’s ok little fella. Azha will fix it. We’re almost home!” With the rather cheery comment made, the little one’s tail slowly wagged from their little spot.

“No more stinky?” The reference to Hack had the drone, taped up to the point he looked like a strange worm, glare at the tiny drone.

“Nope!” Mo smiled as the child hummed and looked to Hafiz, the drone focusing still on making sure they reached the ground in one piece.

Landing, as it turned out, was a lot harder the second time. They’d barely touched down on that Alternate Copper-Nine. Now? Even Hack seemed to understand it was time to stay quiet and pray to whatever was out there that the ship didn’t rattle itself apart. Even with the fantastic repairs that had been done with quick expertise. They could clearly feel something on the outside having a less than pleasant reaction to the maneuvers. A spark flew from the console, and something else caused a couple of the monitors to spark, one dying almost instantly.

All four were jostled on actual touch-down. The ship rocked a moment before something snapped, a leg giving and sending the small ship onto a side before all motion stopped. The smell of burning wires was caught from somewhere in the main operation console, but Hafiz didn’t care about that. He moved for the door as quick as he could, wrenching it open with the hope that they weren’t trapped, and gave a relieved sigh as it was clear the only issue they’d have involving the door would be the need to crawl out from under it.

“Hafiz! Are you okay!? Holy crap!” The female voice was clear a shadow falling in view of the open door.

“Azha! Perfect timing!” Hafiz chuckled a bit, moving to get to the others. “We can still get out. Here, Mo let’s get the little one out first and then you can help shove Hack out.”

“Ah!” The child moved a bit, the mattress that had bounced out of place having landed on them a bit, leaving them to wiggle around to try and get it off before they managed to back out from under it. Mo smiled a little, having gotten up already. “Woah!” The child shivered a little as Mo picked them up carefully.

“Hey, we’re down here! It’s ok. Come on. You can go out and Miss Azha will take you to the van, ok?”

“Oh! Asa!” The little one remembered her. “She! Yis!” They waited for Mo to set them down near the door, then looked to Hafiz.

“Crawl out and stay with Azha until we get done with Stinky ok?” A kiss pressed to the center of the child’s visor, making green eyes close a moment before they nodded.

“Mm! Ok Papa!”

“Oh my gosh that is so cute, did I really hear that?” Azha sounded like she was smiling, the shadow growing a bit. “Come on little one! Stay under the umbrella!” She encouraged as the little one crawled out carefully, tail looking around once they were out.

Open field, the city in the distance, and the smiling face of Azha as she picked them up. “Oh, look at you! Did someone give you a new shirt? And fix your glass?”

“Mmm!” The child seemed happy, the tail opening its mouth as it curled around their neck to stare at the female that held them. From the ship crawled Hafiz, dragging Hack while Mo was pushing the bound drone from inside to out.

“Uh… what’s up with-”

“Turned into a worm for crimes against me and my child.” Hafiz shrugged, as if that was the most normal way to say anything at all. Hack seemed to want to protest, but all that he could do was squirm a little bit as Wisp stepped up. “Oh… Hey Wisp.”

Orange eye-lights looked only slightly unamused as the female he greeted looked over the whole situation. “You know you’ll need to do a de-brief? I know you had Azha send in that report, but-”

“I know I know… Did you get what I sent after the adoption filing and the ration increase?”

“Uh… maybe? I-��

“WISP!” Mo was heard as he crawled out, eyes wide as he spotted his maroon-haired ex. She herself was a bit startled, eyes wide and staring at his injured hand as she moved forward.

“Mo?! Is this where you’ve been?” She helped him stand, a worried look reaching her face. “What happened t-”

“Not important!” Hafiz moved to take the child from his friend as she held the umbrella over their heads. Mo dropped to one knee, causing wide eye-lights from the other adults and causing Hack to wiggle in an attempt to get free. “The day you broke up with me, I was going to ask this! I wanted to tell you that I think you’re amazing! You’re beautiful and smart and your laugh makes my core pick up until I feel like I might shut down!” Wisp was blushing as he spoke, looking over her shoulder once to see the smug expression of Azha, and the soft smile from Hafiz as he held his child. Looking back to Mo, she could see the tears on his visor. “I… I love everything about you and I never want to go home knowing I’d be alone ever again! Will you marry me!?” A box was pulled out of his pocket, the item that rested within appeared to be a hair pin of some kind with a carefully made decoration of several red tulips.

Wisp stared a long moment at the man before her with so much hope in his eyes. Her own softened a bit, and she reached out to gently caress his cheek.

“How about… You get yourself cleaned up, rest properly with some food… and ask me again then?” A moment of worry reached his face before she bent down more to lay a soft kiss on his lips, earning a giddy and kind of dazed hum before she pulled back.

Mo’s smile was a little dopey, the box carefully closed as he stared up at the woman he was so smitten with. “O-okay… yeah ok…”

“And here I thought he was just going to ask her to date him again.” Hafiz commented, glancing to the angry figure of Hack, the man trying to wiggle… somewhere closer. He wasn’t really making any progress, seeming to not know anything about how creatures without legs or arms or anything but their bellies moved.

“I mean… based off the text you sent, me too.” Azha giggled a little at the drone that was taking a moment to put away the box, still looking at the female he had proposed to. “That man is in a very happy place.”

“You know, he deserves it. He grew a little on that… vacation? Let’s call it that.” Hafiz nodded toward the car. “Let’s get the little one in there and then deal with the rest of this… huh?” The pair took the chance to glance at Hack, then sighed heavily before heading to the car.

{===}

“Thank you for the lift Wisp.” Hafiz leaned back a bit, settled in the shaded windowless part of the van with his child curled up in his lap, snoozing away after the slow driving got to them. Hack had been un-wormed, and was now settled in a seat with his arms crossed as he glared at Mo’s head. He was staying silent, but that was likely due to the fact that both Azha and Wisp in the vehicle were a dangerous combination.

“No problem. I’ve actually called ahead to get a couple of the City Patrol to help out. So when you and Azha get out, they’ll be getting in.”

“Oh, really?” Hafiz looked over, a bit more at ease to hear that. “That’s good.”

“Don’t see why you need them.” Hack grumbled, looking out the window when two female glares came his way. He silenced himself after that, glaring at the house that he had less-than-carefully broken into the shed of to get the child that was now sleeping in the lap of the man seated behind him. He glared out the window, hoping the whole thing would just burn down. The fact that the mentioned patrol members were there missed his eyesight entirely.

Azha opened the umbrella, blocking the sun before opening the back door to help Hafiz and his child get out. Said child was still out cold, SLEEP MODE flickering once to FATAL ERROR before resting back at the green text as they were gently shifted on the man’s shoulder.

“It’s calmed down I noticed.” She whispered softly as the two patrolmen paused.

“The one we’re here for… this is your house he broke into?” One asked. Hafiz nodded. “And that’s the child he kidnapped?” Another nod. The one that didn’t speak frowned deeply. “Well… go on inside. It’s been repaired, but if you have complaints-”

“I’m not too worried about it right this moment, but thank you.” Hafiz smiled politely. “We’ll go on inside and look around. Thank you for what you’re doing.”

“No one should be unsafe in their home.” A pat on the free shoulder was offered, slightly waking the child who wiggled a little in their Papa’s arms. The silent guard smiled slightly before frowning and stepping toward the van to speak with Wisp and Mo.

Hafiz left them alone, unlocking the door and heading into his home with Azha following after, her smile gentle at the waking child.

“Hey. Scraps we’re home.” He whispered as the door was shut by the female, her blue eye-lights gaining little star shapes at the way the pair before her acted. She was so happy about this whole thing.

“Mmm… Home? Yis?” The tired green eyes looked around before closing for a large yawn, the tail mimicking the action before they were gently placed on the couch.

“Yes, we’re home. Papa is gunna look around at the repairs, so is it ok if you sit here with Miss Azha?” He smiled as the child looked at her a long moment before moving to lay against her. It was not as close as they had with Tera in the cave, but it was close enough. The woman smiled a little and gently pat the child’s head, earning a curious look from the tail as they dozed without falling into sleep mode.

Hafiz left them at that, moving to check on things as he knew he should.

{===}

“Shed had the whole wall rebuilt… probably because of the damage to the door and frame.” Hafiz verbalizes his findings as he paces a little in front of Azha, Scraps having slipped back into a light sleep. “The windows were replaced as well, they cleaned the glass-”

“I was here you know.” Azha sighed softly, petting her fingers through the child’s hair. “You’re just-”

“I want to make it stronger… keep them safe.” Oh how that made her heart melt a little, seeing the man that she usually joked about throwing at a dragon of all things looking at a sleeping child and working on protection plans. “I want to make it… friendly for them.”

“One step at a time… and we can work together. I am the only drone in the city that knows how to give medical attention to a child after all.” She crosses her arms. “Speaking of medical attention…” The arm was motioned to, and Hafiz sighed before he sat down on the other side of his officially adopted child.

{===}

Their tail wagged a little bit as their hair was dried. Azha was careful, after removing the dirty and rather nasty beanie, she’d noted a lot of… problems. Damage to the head was not common to survive, but with the amount that was damaged it was clear that beanie had happened to actually save the child. She’d gotten the ok to fix them, having found the glance toward Hafiz and the agreement after ‘Papa’ nodded cute.

The damaged portion of the head was easy to fix, at least for Azha. Hack had already gotten repair supplies from earlier attempts, but the fact they could use them…

She smiled a bit as the child leaned into the towel, the dull pink turning a little muddy from what the bath hadn’t pulled from it. “You liked that huh? Not all kids like water…” The fact she was careful about the repairs, how it would effect the hair, and then the following wash, probably helped a lot.

“Mm!” They agreed, tail slowly moving to check over their naked form. The hole in their belly had been sealed, the damaged wires properly crimped as well. It made the area less sore, but they didn’t really understand what she had talked with Hafiz about for limbs and stuff. Something about replacement motors?

“Ok. Little one, do you know what I mean when I say I have to take your arm off?” Their tail stood straight, alarm in their expression. She took that as a yes. “I promise, it won’t hurt. Remember I felt it? I’m gunna fix it, but it needs a special bath. Is that ok with you?” She could see the worry, the way they shifted and whined a little.

“No ow?”

“Nope! No ow.” There was a soft smile on her face. “I could show you with your Papa if you want?”

“Mmmm…. No.” They turned their head and looked at their little hands. The fact they ached was not lost to them. They wanted it gone. To move their hand easier and crawl easier. “Ok… Yis, ok…”

“I’ll make it as fast as I can so you can go see your Papa then.” Azha soothed, gently rubbing the child’s back before reaching for the supplies she would need.

{===}

It was strange, having one arm. They took a moment to adjust before wandering out with care. The blue-eyed female had said it would go slow, so they could keep running around and playing while things got fixed, and that was ok. If it happened like it just had, they were ok with it. And they remembered what she said. Don’t take off the thing that wrapped around them and covered the space the arm used to be. If it fell off, it would hurt.

“Hey little buddy!” Hafiz smiled, seeing the child re-appear and looking momentarily surprised. That soft blue was under all that mess of crusted blood, oil, and other gross garbage? “Wow! You look so happy!”

“Yis!” Their tail wagged as they carefully crawled toward him. Hafiz scooped the child up without a second thought.

“Hey, I wanna show you something.” He was smiling, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of their head while glancing at the barely visible welds that had been put in. The tail met his gaze a moment later and he smiled a little at its curious head tilt. It only took a moment to carry the child to what he wanted to show them, the bathroom being used was the one upstairs after all.

“Oh!” The child jerked at what the tail could see as the door was opened. A proper room prepared, the bed being a small children’s loft style, but with an addition below that was curtained off to turn it into a little sleeping cave. A toybox rested against a wall, and so did a few bookshelves and regular shelves on the wall with the window. Said window was currently covered by a blackout curtain, the light of day barely there anymore as the sun was finishing it’s journey through the sky.

The room was painted a dark green, the carpet made soft with a beige color. The fan and light above were on, and the whole thing was fairly clean save a few things. Some of the toys were in the box or on a shelf, and it made the little drone think. They had left the toy that Tera had given them behind… but that was ok. They could do something better! But… later… A yawn was caught as they stretched a little bit. Hafiz smiled.

“Do you like it?”

“Mmm… Yis. Mhm!” Sleepy eyes turned toward the adult, now joined by Azha. He moved, showing a little stool that was only two steps, but also made of hollow plastic.

“Use this… and hit this-” A switch on the wall was pointed at before it was hit, turning off the light to the slight alarm of the child. They moved forward and replicated the action, using their tail to reach. “So you can sleep!”

“Oh um… You?”

“Here.” Hafiz moved forward and picked the child up, bringing them into the hall again. “Bathroom.” The room the child came from was pointed to. “My room, me.” The door was pushed open, showing his bedroom that he had been in for however long. His laptop rested on a kind of bland desk, and a couple pictures were on the walls. “Door closed, knock.” He demonstrated, and the child nodded, blinking awake as best they could.

“More after a nap then little one?”

“Mmm… yis...ok…” They were taken back to their room, set down outside of the bed, and the curtain was pulled back for them to crawl into the little dark space where they curled up on the mattress feeling safe, clean, and most importantly… home.

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