#blood injections i am in love with u

[benetnvsch]

WAODHDG WHOAG NO WAY HOLD ON MY FAVORITE SONG JUST GOT AN ACOUSTIC VERSION RELEASED BYE GUYS THIS IS ALL IM GONNA BE LISTENING TO FOR THE NEXT WEEK AKJHSK

[love-belle]

when i said we could be friends, guess i lied !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which their post break-up era is them trying to be friends and failing miserably.

or

for when you can't forgive and forget so fuck you and fuck that is the way to go. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // carlos sainz x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - posting this bc i promised y'all i will!!!! only one part of this series left before i start with all of their second parts!!!!! thank you so much for reading, i love you <3

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yourusername "the grudge" is now officially yours <3 !! it took me exactly 178 days to complete this song and it's easily one of the most vulnerable and raw songs i have ever written. every feeling i have felt for the past few months is sewn into words and i hope you all like it just as much as i do. i love you <3

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[simpforchuchu]

Hi, are u okay?I found your profile this month and I'm already in love. If possible I would like to make a request for a continuation of Hyuga x reader x SWORD, part 3, maybe where in the middle of the mission in the past, y/n became close friends with Takeru Amamiya, and the two helped each other against Kuryu? I don't know why, but I figured y/n might be close to him. But of course, only if you intend to continue, and you don't need to join the idea, but this story became my top 3.

Hyuga x reader x SWORD | Part 3

Prompts: DAY 27 - left for dead @febuwhump Characters: Hyuga x Sword Leaders x Amamiya Brothers x reader Fandom: High and Low Summary: Y/n telling the story about her past and Takeru Amamiya.

A/n for this fic: It’s been really very long time but I always wanted to write this one. Im sorry for being too late but I hope you like it 🥺💜

A/n for prompts: Hello guys! This is my first time trying a prompt challenge. I hope you like the short fics I wrote. I will finish them by writing some of the requests I have. I love you 💜

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: mention of blood, fights, gunshots, murder, mostly angst

Part1 Part2

After the doctor finished cleaning the wound, he gave the young woman a painkiller injection into her arm and y/n thanked him. It bothered her that people around him were looking at her. She was also very tired because she had been on the run for a while and she was injured.

Koo handed the package that Kaito and Kizzy gave him to the young woman and smiled.

“If you are uncomfortable with the blood and want to change your clothes, they brought clean clothes for you, y/n-san.”

While Y/n was looking at the man who handed her the package in surprise, Murayama came to them excitedly.

“We bought you food too, y/n-chan! You must be hungry.”

Y/n frowned at the young man's cheerful voice.

“Y/n-chan? I am older than you."

Cobra called from the other corner of the room as Murayama grinned and shook his head.

“I don't think it matters to him, y/n-san.”

When the blonde man rolled his eyes and spoke, Murayama stepped next to him to annoy him even more. Y/n smiled and took out the burger from the package and took a bite.

Since she had been hiding for a while, she realized how much she missed eating something delicious.

While the young woman was eating, Hyuga was watching her. Despite her messy hair, bloody clothes and scarred face, he thought the young woman was quite beautiful. Also, her rebellious side attracted her more to him.

The Amamiya Brothers came to the woman who was eating to talk. Y/n knew the two of them, so she put the half burger in her hand back into the package, anticipating what they would ask the moment she saw them. And she smiled at them.

“I know what you're going to ask, but I don't have the answer. I'm sorry.”

Hyuga was as surprised as the brothers. Y/n smiled and shook her head.

“You're going to ask about your big brother, right? I know him, but I don't know where he is."

When Hiroto excitedly took a step towards the young woman, Masaki pulled him back. He knew that the young woman still did not trust them and might be afraid.

“Can you tell us everything from the beginning?”

At Masaki's warm tone, y/n took on a serious expression again.

“I think you know I'm a former cop.”

When everyone in the room nodded, y/n continued.

“My family was killed when I was very young. So I became a cop to find their killer. But years later, I realized that the real killers of my family were Kuryu and that powerful people in the government were protecting them.”

Hyuga continued to listen intently as the young woman's eyes sparkled with hatred.

“It was a moment when I really thought it was over. I didn't know what to do, but a man appeared before me when I least expected it and changed my life.”

“Aniki?” y/n nodded when Hiroto whispered.

“Takeru-san… He gave me many documents from which I could learn all the facts. But unfortunately, I was dismissed and fired before I could disclose these documents. And they didn't even give me any reason. Is not it funny ?"

When the young woman gave a sarcastic laugh, no one in the room laughed. Y/n was tired, the painkillers were making her sleepy.

“They knew I had the documents. One night, while returning home, I realized that I was being followed. Even though I ran away for a while, they eventually shot me. “

When the young woman felt her wound sting, she looked at her arm and continued.

“I was tired from running away for a long time, and I fell to the ground in pain. They left me there to die.”

Hiroto asked in surprise. "And when they realize you're not dead?"

“I had to remove the bullet myself. I couldn't go to the hospital. But when I entered the nameless city to hide, I was seen and it turned out that I was not dead. I knew they were after me again, so I got scared when I realized you were looking for me."

Masaki nodded his head. Hiroto could sense that the young woman was telling the truth.

“Takeru-san helped me learn the facts. He helped me, he saved me and encouraged me. But unfortunately I never saw him again after I was shot. I am sorry ."

The Amamiya brothers remained silent. Even though they wanted to hear more from the young woman, Hyuga could see that she was injured and tired. That's why he said they could talk later and that she needed to rest.

Y/n leaned back on the couch and took a deep breath. She listened to three men arguing for a while. Then, when the two brothers left the room, he looked at the man whose nose she had been about to break hours ago. He looked calm but worried. But she was too tired to think about these things.

Her eyes were slowly closing. A few seconds after her eyes were completely closed, she felt a weight on her. She was startled but could not open her eyes.

It wasn't hard to understand that it was Hyuga who was covering her with his jacket, but what was surprising was his soft voice.

“You should rest, relax a little. I'm here, no one can take you while I'm here."

HnL taglist : @straysugzhpe @tiddly-winx @ninamarie1994 @thatpoindexterpixy @koala-yuna @star2fishmeg @little-miss-naill

[stuffyflowers]

as the CEO of the ketsukane's what do you think of some takes of Kanako if she got to grow up normally/deltarune yellow kanako's? I find it a bit lame that a lot of people just turn her into bigger dorkier Ceroba, I think it'd be fun if more people did stuff with her interests in games and just generally her taking more after Chujin since her taking so much after Chujin (being so self sacrificial) is partially what caused her end in UTY. Idk on the deltarune yellow takes I just find it weird to turn her into some sort of shrine maiden when her wanting to be a superhero is right there. And they'd really think she'd wouldn't grow up with a love for tinkering?

tbh I don’t rly see enough grown up kanako centric fanworks to have any comment on the ‘bigger dorkier ceroba’ aspect ngl???+ in general im a lot more interested in how she’d grow up in the canon uty timeline as an amalgamate, and I am not a fan of how ppl erase the opportunity to explore her being one just to make things more ‘feel good’. but okay, hypothetical of her growing up without the incident taking place/deltarune yellow esque au…,

i do agree she’d take more after chujin obviously, tho I think saying her being self sacrificial is taken solely from chujin is a bit inaccurate, id argue both her parents are self sacrificial (ceroba throws her morality and wellbeing out the window just for a chance to make a difference! its not just chujin). The part id say that comes solely from chujin rather than both of her parents is more her interests and skillset, as u mentioned a bit with the video game he made for her. (and cerobas description of her also leaning towards her being more like chujin ofc)

on that note, i quite like the idea of her getting into robotics! i feel she would find much more success in it than chujin did... not to say there wasn't any passion behind the axis project, but at that point chujins priority had shifted more towards his overambitious goal of protecting the underground from a seemingly imminent threat. the fact that he was clearly less inclined to this line of work than his peers did not and could not stop him. meanwhile i feel like kanako would have a more genuine pull towards robotics, the opportunity to create life out of metal and magic would fascinate her. two of her greatest strengths seem to be her creativity and her intellect, which would mix perfectly in this role.

she would love the opportunity to create something that could help others, especially. another defining trait of hers is how driven she is by a desire to make things right and help others: willingly taking part in chujins experiments shows her love not only for her family, but for all of monsterkind (+getting very tunnel-visioned w the idea of being their 'hero,' title soaked in blood etc etc), and the lengths she is willing to go to show this. obviously making helper bots would be a much healthier outlet for this trait than letting herself get injected with a dangerous serum, lol!

as for the kind of robots she would make, i could see her starting off pretty simple with a bot to help her family out w/ everyday duties, maybe a gardener bot to tend to chujin's garden? as she gets more confident in her abilities, she grows more ambitious, creating bots w much higher capabilities. Though her favourite part always remains giving them their own distinct personalities and forming bonds with them, treating them like family (just as I like to believe she would have done with axis if given the opportunity… kanako and axis friendship is real 2 ME!!!! I could go (and I have b4 lol) on a whole other rant abt how ceroba treats the steamworks robots and how chujin abandons axis once he’s ‘dangerous’, and how this contrasts to kanakos drawing of axis, depicting him exactly as she would in a drawing of a friend to hang on her wall. She would love all robots unconditionallyyyyyy okay)

uh fuck how do I conclude this.. um accept robotics nerd kanako into yuor hearts. that is all👍

[moondirti]

i'm not even a fan of cod but your writing is so fucking good i read cabin fever and a whole bunch of your cod fics because i am now obsessed with ghost like what

slowly persuading the masses… we love to see it

THANK U! im so glad you’re enjoying my work especially since all my cod fics besides cabin fever are so old <3 isn’t ghost just so dreamy 🥹

if you want some other great cod writers i’d check out @yeyinde and @undercoverpena ! their fics are so good i consider injecting them into my blood regularly

[arainesque]

IM BACK AND IM LOSING MY MIND please im actually SICK this is the most wonderful thing ive ever read ok ok ok so

It was late nights in his bedroom, sharing things he’d never dreamed to speak aloud before. It was early mornings just watching the shapes his dark curls created against the cream coloured pillowcases and finally feeling content. It was someone who let him relax, someone who had mastered the ability to stop George from thinking. Someone who pushed him yet never made him feel overwhelmed.

STAWP. he never makes him feel overwhelmed oh they are so sweet i cant deal with this, just the way you write that soft intimacy makes me want to scream (in the very best way), it's so NICE, like, it's like im watching it as a film or something it's so VIVID oh my GOD

It seeped into his blood so slowly he was unaware he was being injected in the first place.

ART. oh my LORD. this is so like. i don't even know but i LOVE IT??? it's so !!!!!!!!! like, he's not even aware of it, but matty will aaalways be in him and part of him now and oh my god. i can't word what i mean properly, but i CAN yell and sound enthusiastic, so AAAAHHHHHHHHHH that is how reading that sentence feels

“You’re beautiful, too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, to the point where I feel like I can’t breathe if I look at you for too long.”

I AM DECEASED. something about the way george has to ask for clarification and mattys so confident about it because he knows george and he thinks george is beautiful (correct) and just hshshajshsjahsjasuhdahs BEST THING IVE EVER READ I SWEAR ohhh my god.

okay. apologies for the..........insanity, but can you really blame me when ive read THIS masterpiece???????? i have a headache and im convinced this is healing me ok ok ok bye bye i hope you enjoy your day and know how amazing you are at writing MWAH

PLEASE THESE ARE MY FAVOURITE!!!!! BREAK IT DOWN!!!

(I'm so flattered when someone likes anything I've written I don't know what to do with myself!!)

I genuinely take these compliments to heart you know. I appreciate you so so so much :(((!!!! Especially with the emotions around the intimacy because I'm always so scared they're lost in translation (I'm obsessed with non-sexual intimacy, more to come.).

ALSO THE INSANITY IS SEEPING FROM MY BRAIN STRAIGHT INTO URS, WE'RE INTERCONNECTED NOW!!! Matty loves George so much and George /knows it/ deep down but something within him is always just thinking it's too good to be true. (We need to get him out of that headspace when it's so obvious Matty loves George, everyone within a mile radius can physically feel it).

THANK U AGAIN I love u :( <33333

[muppetmagic]

Hehehe. Hi. Saw your tags on my post and would love to hear your own headcanons for T1 Marty. It's an interesting one to ponder for sure!

*chuckles evilly* oh boy, of course!!! i truly end up headcanoning any character i like with t1 diabetes for the soul reasoning of 'well, SOMEONE has to!'

SO!! marty mcfly with type 1 diabetes! where do i even begin! well, i will say that as i am a bttf musical enthusiast, im mainly gonna focus on that instead of movies 2 +3, just because im not AS familiar with them as i am the first movie and a musical!

so, join me under the cut for a LOT of thoughts and headcanons...i have a lot to say lol like a LOT a lot...i apolgise lol

so, i think marty was diagnosed with t1 when he was around 9-10, and was doing ye olde pee-on-a-stick method of blood sugar testing, which was a super inaccurate way of doing it BUT it was either that of nothing in the mid-to-late 70's. he would have always been taking one injection of insulin and just praying it all worked out around that dkjdfjk ah, the joys of early diabetes treatment!

i like it think marty is like me in the sense that i naturally have blood sugars that tend to be on the higher side, and because it wasn't a thing to treat a high blood sugar with more insulin back then, it's why he took up skateboarding!! exercise gets that blood sugar down and his brother, dave, let marty use a skateboard that he had been gifted and never used. thus, marty started skating and just really fucking liked it!

as he got older and all that, and blood glucose monitors became a thing, AND marty became friends with doc, things did a pretty quick turn around in regards to how he treated stuff. doc would've gotten one look at the medieval torture device looking stuff marty was carrying around in his backpack and gone 'nope, i can make this a lot easier!' and basically invented a more modern version of a bgm - u prick ur finger with the lancet, put ur blood onto a calibrated strip into the machine and get a reading! although, i believe it would be less accurate for obvious reason. more likely that you'd either get a 'HIGH' 'LOW' OR 'REGULAR'.

in regards to insulin, as i mentioned earlier, marty would've been on one daily injection for most of his childhood. which is a real annoyance, bc it means ur meals have to happen at certain times with certain amount of carbs. by the time we meet marty in the movies/musical in 1985, he most likely would've just become aware of insulin pens - they legit came out that year lol BUT because i think doc is out here being a disability activist, marty might have received one a lil earlier and without the big ol' price tag attached to it lol so he would've been taking multiple injections a day by the time we meet him!

YES, i use doc as a scapegoat to give marty nicer treatment options!!! he deserves it!! if u have a friend who is a mad scientist, then of COURSE ur gonna abuse that to try and get new and improved and FREE medical equipment! so, i think marty has this stuff in his pockets alongside his walkman lol

i also think the reason marty is known to be as such of a slacker as he is is because besides all the sick days he would have taken, he's also known for sneaking out of class and/or showing up late to take his blood sugars or take his insulin.

the idea of marty having an insulin pump is also something i really like! again, i think doc was able to get his hands on one and rejigged it to fit into the shell of a walkman, which would be great for stealth lol. for me, this applies a lot more to my headcanons relating musical!marty. basically, i think movie!marty has insulin pens, and i think musical!marty has a pump. idk why, i just do djkdfkj i just think musical!doc would

SOOOO, marty in the 50's!! of course, we get marty on the hunt for ANYTHING to drink without sugar - and that's very relatable lol, again as someone with naturally higher blood sugars, i also tend to just find it 100 times easier to have low sugar options than use up SOOO much insulin! but in terms of how tf he's gonna make it thru a week when it comes to insulin, i think because he was meeting doc at the mall so early in the morning, he threw an extra vial or two in his pockets just in case. marty can never be too sure what's going to happen when he meets up w/ doc lol i also think musical!young lorraine would've been DEEPLY confused about what tf all this stuff attached to this boy she has straight up undressed is, and honestly she probably just ripped his infusion site straight out on accident so marty probably returned to injections anyways - but with is 80's sensibilities on how diabetes WORKS and how it's treated, he would've been pretty on top of everything. he would've just had to use those fugly giant syringes. flop!!

once returning to '85 in the new timeline, nothing would have changed w/ marty diabetes bc, well, he would've been diabetic anyways! his parents would be a lot more supportive, a lot bigger disabilitiy activists - i think george mcfly definitely has a diabetic character in his novels! and lorraine is on the pta board FIGHTING for the rights of disabled students BIG TIME, while in the og timeline i imagine they were very much in the mind set of not talking about marty's diabetes bc they saw it as shameful or somehow their fault. catch the mcfly family car having a bumper sticker that says 'someone i love has type 1 diabetes!'

so YEAH, i think that's everything that came to mind for me! musical!marty is defs more the muse of my diabetic headcanon, i think just bc im currently obsessed w/ it so im projecting onto him harder but, BASICALLY;

tl;dr: marty has t1, in the movie he uses insulin pens that he gets from doc, in the musical he uses an insulin pump that doc decked out to make a lot cooler and both verses use a blood glucose monitor that the doc made a lot more compact. ALSO, just for the hell of it - fuck it! jennifer is diabetic too! they knew each other from school but really met at the hospital while they were waiting for diabetes clinic appointments and they bonded lol!

[koqabear]

hello hello WHERE HAS THAT ALIEN SOOBIN TENTACLE PORN FIC ALL MY LIFE???????

as a fiend for all things terrestrial and lover of monster fucking i just lost my mind over how mind numbingly good that was

and i mean all of it, like the world building is on top and how i love the power dynamics when mc got into the kingdom, and am i deranged for thinking the scene w mc tied down to a chair was so hot?

oh imma get into soobin like HSJKDODJSJWI ur descriptions on his alien physique and powers was so so good like the image i have of him in my mind is killing me, if i have the skill to draw i'd fill up a whole book w him

AND THE SMUT GODDAMN!!!!!! how mc didn't moan when soobin choked her is beyond me but omfg that got me all fucked up i was starting to feel like im in heat too 😭

like im banging my head on the wall how u manage to build up all the tension from mc being level headed and leader-like to her throwing herself on tyun and hyuka and then still trying to brat out soobin to ultimately get her mind broke.

ALSO THE FACT THEY WATCHED AAAA im making myself ctfu cuz i kept imagining them in their minds w mini spongebobs panicking and burning files while trying to not make eye contact 💀

love how soobin also slowly got softer like he's this tall almighty couldn't-look-into-his-eyes intimidating being back at the palace and now he's a cuddly smug lil shit w mc just cuz they mated 🥹

which btw im also curious as to how he's able to form a bond by injecting his blood (?) into her, which is completely fine by me if u wanna leave that up for Interpretation! im just so interested in this universe, like bullets don't affect soobin? his species instilling fear after mc figured out what he is? could soobin just kill the mc and sever the bond or could he not? like how good of a pussy do u need to have to tame this beast?

u don't have to answer all that im getting obsessed w this fic and the world and i need to stop this is getting so long im sorry 🥲

anw i love ur writing and ur one of my fav writers, that was such a good good read and it's definitely my top favorites now, honestly every fic u put out has impeccable background and again i adore how u write relationships and dynamics so naturally and deep and the whole experience is just so immersive

k ending this here before i add another 10 paragraphs... 🚶‍♀️

hahaha thank you!!! this sudden resurgence of interest for what the body wants was completely unexpected but wholeheartedly welcomed! this fic was the first lengthy, detailed one that i published on here, so it’s such a compliment to hear that you enjoyed it ! <3 and omg, you’re making him wanna draw him now… pause… i think i will after this. 

i honestly was a little worried that both the mc’s and soobin’s change was too sudden 😭 i still feel like i could’ve executed it better, maybe? or maybe i’m just overthinking things, idk. but seriously, that smut was genuinely one of the most insane one i’ve ever written?? i didn’t realize that i’d forever be cementing soobin to a life of nonhuman!aus after that— sorry soobin i simply do not make the rules. 

i answer your questions under the cut!! i also go overboard with it aksbsksn

-[blood bonds? how tf does that work?]

ok. so! in the universe that WTBW is set in, Soobin’s species (that i am too lazy to go check the name of) are seen as absolute indestructible units by both other aliens/monsters and humans. Why is that? Because of their blood! it’s used as a weapon against other nonhumans because it’s toxic and deadly— thus, the reputation of the lilac blood gave the creatures the image of being insanely dangerous. 

as a matter of fact, there are operation sites that breed and harness blood from Soobin’s species because it’s such a sought after (and illegal. insanely illegal.) weapon! and that’s the reason why humans— more specifically, the mc and her crew— are so terrified of the Hexen species, (yes i did look up the name just now.) and more importantly, their blood— because it’s known to be used as a lethal weapon. 

Now, onto the main question; blood bonds, what the hell is up with that? lilac blood is lethal to every species but the one it came from— in other words, it doesn’t harm the hexen species. so, when they give each other / inject their blood into each other (i know, it sounds a little gross) it’s basically their way of bonding/mating— it represents them uniting and becoming one, and is a promise to remain together as long as they’re alive; yeah, they bond for life! 

-[do bullets affect soobin? how strong is he?]

long story short, yes— however, they don’t affect him as much as they would a normal human, or another nonhuman that isn’t as strong as his species. would they penetrate his skin? yes, but it would be a surface wound at most; his species has evolved to be extremely strong because they carry lilac blood and are able to receive it, so their body should be strong enough to handle it, and also, they have like six other limbs to attend to— it takes quite a bit of mental and physical strength to be able to develop and strengthen everything properly, if that makes sense.

could the mc’s crew have taken him down? yeah, a headshot is a headshot and soobin would’ve been a goner askdlh,, but his threats were enough to bring them to their senses bc yk.. he has tentacles that can move at the blink of an eye and he would’ve most likely taken one of them down before getting killed. he’s not invincible, but you do have to put a little extra effort in harming/killing him.

-[could soobin just kill the mc to break the bond?]

here’s the fun part hehe— so lilac blood, when used on humans, doesn’t kill them. Instead, it acts as an aphrodisiac. originally, lilac blood was only used as a weapon against non-humans; in other words, before space exploration evolved into what it is in that universe. Because of that, the hexen species didn’t evolve to combat against humans— which means the deadly aspect is taken away from the whole injection of it all. on soobin’s planet, everyone is already strictly against interacting with humans— the hatred doesn’t run as intense as other planets however, which is why soobin is so indifferent when he encounters the mc without her pin— so really, none of them knew what would happen if you injected your blood into them. 

soobin simply thought it would work as usual; what he didn’t account for, however, was the fact that humans don’t die from it— which means that they’re able to sustain it, and now… soobin’s body and mind thinks he’s just bonded with another of his kind!

as previously mentioned, the hexen species bonds for life— meaning that, if soobin tried to kill the mc, his body would go haywire and immediately think that his mate— his other half— is dead. a life without your mate can be seriously detrimental to both one’s physical and mental health, so soobin wouldn’t have lasted long without the mc; he would’ve been immediately weakened, and the crew would’ve taken that chance to take him down— if they somehow chose to keep him alive, he quickly would’ve died after anyway. (that’s dark sorry.)

ahhhh im so mad i never really included any of this in the original fic, but thank you so much for leaving me such a kind review and allowing me to ramble about this story!! i hope this answered your questions hehe, thank you again!  

[just-miru]

some lyrics from jekyll and hyde: the gothic musical thriller that make me think of William + some silly rambles let's gooo-

i need to know

why does a wise man take leave of his senses? / where is that fine line where sanity melts? / when does intelligence give way to madness? / a moment comes when a man becomes something else...!

hghgnnhgbbfhhh

thinking thoughts i can't word out about these rn-

still, they do fit William really well and i am very normal about that

---

why man plays this strange double game! / his hand always close to the flame

don't think i've got to explain these, like-

"this strange double game" also known as texan in the streets, british in the sheets asdfaggahajskaka

and "his hand always close to the flame" as in the flame he uses to get remnant and all that let's gooo

---

bitch, bitch, bitch

he's as queer as hell / and bi-sexuelle / likes to switch!

i had to ok-

---

take me as i am

and when despair / tears me in two

this one mostly makes me think of a silly idea about William losing his true self to Dave and stuff. haven't really explored this concept much, but it still pops in my mind from time to time hehe

but yeah, basically it comes to a point where Dave becomes an identity of its own, and William does all he can to take back full control

... only to fail miserably because i say so-

ya know how it is - little man also has to suffer from time to time in my silly little scenarios afahhajaskkak

(also, unrelated, but i just really love those lyrics as foreshadowing in the musical hehe)

---

board of governors

you're playing with fire when you start to play god!

hngbbgnbbgnbb!!!

this is one of my favourites because it can be taken both figuratively and literally in William's case and i'm so so very normal about that (lies)

---

transformation

like a warning light, glimmering in red; / like crimson bloodshed, shimmering in red / beautiful and strange, see the colors change before my eyes... / see how they dance and they sparkle like diamonds at night / leading me out of the darkness and into the light!

remnant aesthetic let's gooo

also, this ramble is more about Jekyll and Hyde rather than William, but i love the foreshadowing in this one so so much!!

"like a warning light, glimmering in red;" - this one's pretty obvious, i guess. a warning sign, yet Jekyll ignores it

"like crimson bloodshed, shimmering in red" - foreshadows all the blood my boy Hyde is gonna spill when he kills those from the board of governors who've brushed Jekyll and his experiment aside once again, as well as some other people let's gooo

"(...) see the colors change before my eyes..." - the colours are not the only things to change right before your eyes, my dear Jekyll adfahansjs

"(...) and into the light!" - i like to see this one as yet another lyric to foreshadow Jekyll's death

---

will i see the world through different eyes?

tbh, in William's case i just think it's funny since "he will see the world through texan eyes" adfaghsjsjHahsjjz

(compared to Jekyll, who will literally see the world through different eyes / a whole new perspective on life and all that jazz)

---

something inside me / a breathtaking pain! / devours and consumes me / and drives me insane!

(prolonged scream, pained noises) <- very very important to mention this! i do recommend listening to the song for this part alone adgayafgha

u gotta trust me on this one. this part of the song goes so well with the moment in which William injects himself with remnant ok-

---

(also, "the world has gone insane" works pretty well for that moment too)

alive

honestly, the whole song really fits him (with some silly things to mention, of course), so here are just a few of my favourite lyrics which i associate with him!

it's the feeling of being alive! / filled with evil, but truly alive! / it's the truth that cannot be denied!

---

and i feel i'll live on forever / with Satan himself by my side!

---

what a feeling to be so alive! / i have never seen me so alive! / such a feeling of evil inside;

kissie kissing all those lyrics on the mouth

---

his work and nothing more

you have your work and nothing more / you are possessed. what is your demon? / you've never been this way before / you've lost the fire you built your dream on! / there's something strange, there's something wrong / i see a change, it's like when love dies / i who have known you for so long / i see the pain in your eye

ok ok so-

here i actually like to think more of Henry, and how he's finally starting to realise William isn't the man he thought he was.

in the musical, mr. Utterson witnesses a very drastic and very real change in his friend Jekyll, while as in William and Henry's case, it isn't William who really changes, but rather Henry's vision / outlook on him (this sounds weird, but y'all know what i mean-)

say goodbye to the rose tinted glasses, my friend

---

he has his work / and nothing more! / he is obsessed / the man is driven

the man ever. i am kissing him on the mouth

and i think that's pretty much it

[aria-ashryver]

hey aria how u holding up ? 🙏🏼🩷

hiya love! ty ty for asking, im good! every single doctor i have seen has told me im handling things really well

(highkey taking this as permission to ramble about having cancer, so more under the jump haha)

im happy but ✨tired✨ though holy shit, look at this

between the blood tests, IV lines, and hormone injections for fertility treatments, ive had 28 injections so far this month.

twenty eight.

so. far. 😑

ngl my arms are a mess, even my bruises have bruises lmao

But! Someone took a scan of my entire skeleton last week so that was pretty metal.

I have a surgery tomorrow (for embryo freezing), and few more appointments still to go (MRIs and stuff), but im starting chemo suuuuper soon!! Can't fucking wait to be the weird egg sitting in the chemo ward for hours at a time writing vampire smut on their janky laptop 💪

Also, also!! my oncologist is the FUNKIEST LITTLE DUDE i adore him 🥹 he's really doing everything he can to make sure i am getting the best possible treatment.

💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

So, I have a super aggressive cancer type, right? Caesar is growing rapidly like the little attention-seeking slut he is, but the cool thing about HER2 positive type cancers is they are also super responsive to treatment, and there have been a lot of recent drug trials to specifically target the HER2 receptor - so i have a really good chance of making a complete recovery.

One such drug has recently finished trials, and is available in NZ at the moment, but only privately. It isn't publicly funded yet - if i wanted it, i'd be paying several thousand $$ per chemo cycle (and given that i just graduated uni and im having almost 20 cycles of chemo, my answer to "are you interested?" was "HAHAHAHAHA no im broke but thanks.")

WELL. My fucking oncologist comes busting into the room like the silly little lad he is going "HA! I THOUGHT OF A LOOPHOLE!!!" and he goes on to tell me about a grey area in the wording. This drug isn't available for free *unless* the patient's tumor is inoperable. And Caesar, needy bitch that he is, is a fucking massive tumor already. At this point in time, *technically*, the surgeons couldn't safely operate on me and guarantee they'd removed all my cancer. (Like, chemo will shrink Caesars lame ass so i can have surgery eventually, but right now, major surgery is a no go)

So my doctor is going to try and pull a sneaky little manoeuver he likes to call "we gonna try bend the rules a little. Not break, just bend. Shh." 🙊😈

(his exact words lmao)

So, no promises, but he's gonna try get a fancy schmancy brand-new drug included in my chemo treatment.

I know chemo is gonna suck ass, but im looking forward to getting started. And my mama is flying up here soon 😊 and all my doctors are really nice. And my neighbours cat visited me today for cuddles. And I watched the sunrise this morning and it was pretty.

I have so much to live for, you know? And so much to be happy about. This ask ran the fuck away from me lmao, but its nice to sit back and think about things.

I'm tired. But I'm happy 🌻

[sakurachan7734]

A mouse and a lizard

Chapter 3: first day of school

3 person pov

About a month later Kim was released from the hospital and was going to start her first day of school

John:* hands Kim her lunch box* here sweetie I made your favorite have a good day!

Kim: thanks dad!

Kim starts walking to school but she is still terrified that those people will come to take her away again and kept looking around to make sure she won’t get hurt until she made it to school

Daisy: hi Kim! I see you are doing better!

Kim: hi Daisy I am doing much better!

Daisy: that’s good! Do you know where you are going?

Kim: yes I do

Daisy: good

A few hours later Kim is sitting on a bench outside school eating her lunch and Sally walk up to her

Sally: oh hi Kim I didn’t know you were coming to this school

Kim: oh this was the school closest to my house and my dad went here when he was a teenager and he said it’s a really good school

Sally: yea this is a great school! Except back in 1989 a bunch of people suddenly disappeared

Kim: what do you mean by that?

Sally:* sits down next to Kim and pulls out a book* here my mother and her friend wrote will explain everything

Kim: your mom was a writer? Was she famous?

Sally: yes and no she’s only a famous writer in this city, but not worldwide famous and her name is Angelina shockstin 

Kim: oh I think I have heard of her

Sally: really?

Kim: yea was she the one that wrote “ my life as a Jewish android”?

Sally: yes!

Kim: oh cool! Which one is this?

Sally: “ the mystery of Sakura” it’s about the history of the school

Kim: is it good or bad history?

Sally: both here let’s read the back “this is a story of my high school days and the disappearance of a bunch of girls we don’t know what happened to them but we found out that they had a conversation with the same boy this is a story of the fear it caused everybody that happened with the span of 10 weeks and the worst part is the killer was never found”

Kim: is that why there is a noose, skeleton a shovel and a knife in the tree with initials carved in the tree? 

Sally: yes my mother explained that the killer convinced like two of the girls commit $u!c!de

Kim: how?!

Sally: she convinced everybody to bully them

Kim: that sounds terrible

Sally: it was hopefully there is no crazy person here trying to kill us.

Kim: yea I probably stay away from all the guys

Sally: yea definitely

Kim: another weird question did have a boyfriend/girlfriend or do you have one right now?

Sally: no I don’t you?

Kim: I had a girlfriend in the lab

Sally: oh did she come along with you?

Kim:….no she died….

Sally: oh how did she die?

Kim: well one of the scientist injected her with flower seeds and if she ever fell in love the flowers will grow and knowing that I confessed to her and everything was well in there is some robot girl that made a drink for her that would slow the flowers down so we made it into about a year but she slowly started becoming week and sick I tried to stay with her but…..a month before I escaped she died I still feel like it’s my fault she’s gone

Sally:* puts her around kim* hay don’t think that I’m sure her soul is still in your heart and maybe you’ll find somebody who makes you just as happy as she did

Kim: yea hopefully

Sally: what was her name?

Kim: I don’t remember

Sally: ok where did you get that necklace?

Kim: oh my dad gave it to me for my fifth birthday it says “you are my sunshine” on the back

Sally: aww that’s cute

Kim: thanks

Sally: if you don’t mind sharing can you tell me more about what happened in the lab?

Kim: I won’t say too much because I really hate those memories but one time they hooked my brain up to some machine to see if the lizard blood made me any smarter or something and since I wouldn’t hold still I was tied to the chair and I still wouldn’t cooperate so that when they ripped my eye out well one guy did

Sally: who?

Kim: some doctor named James

Sally: that must’ve hurt like hell what did they do with your eye

Kim: he threw it on the ground and stomped on it and said “if you don’t stop behaving I will do the same to your other eye” 

Sally: ok I will stop those kind of questions, but I do want to know one last one when and why did they throw acid on you? 

Kim:…….

Sally: i’m sorry I’ll go now

Kim: no no it’s just I don’t mind answering these questions because you sound generally curious and not trying to make fun of me it just brings back bad memories

Sally: well, you could skip the question if you want to 

Kim: no I said I don’t mind answering so here is your answer. I believe I was about like 13 or 14 and the lizard blood I was ejected with had very tough skin so that’s when they tied me down to a table and threw acid all over me that’s how I got the whole, my face showing my teeth and the one near my rib cage and my leg 

Sally: do you need to put medicine on your wounds?

Kim: no I have them sew my acid wounds together 

Sally: may I see the rest of your face?

Kim: no you probably scream

Sally: ok if you ever feel comfortable with sharing your face

Kim: ok I will

At Kim’s house after school Kim goes into the bathroom and moves her hair from her face and removes her eyepatch and just stare at herself in the mirror

Kim: I knew that she would scream and run away if she saw me like this

John: Kim is something wrong? 

Kim: kinda

John: what’s wrong dear? Bad first day?

Kim: no remember that girl Sally from the hospital?

John: yes I remember Sally why?

Kim: well I realize i like like her and earlier today, she asked if she could see the rest of my face and I wanted to become I knew she would scream if she saw me 

John: hay don’t automatically think that

Kim: I’m trying not to

John: do you ever plan on showing her the rest of your face? 

Kim: if we ever get serious then yeah I will

John: ok don’t rush things between you and sally

Kim: I know I won’t

Two years later the four girls are 18 and Kim finds out that dreamer and Marceline are not human beings and Kim’s feelings for Sally grow stronger and she decided to ask sally out

Kim: so I asked Sally out on a date what should I say?

Marceline: ask about her talents and just try to make sure the conversation is mostly about her

Kim: ok I will try

End of chapter



[osachiyo]

Did i say this??

I, btw am planning to watch JJK tmmrw bc i have a short day at school!!! (Praying i wont pass out 🙏🙏)

UGH UR SO KIND IM GONNA INJECT U INTO MY BLOOD. /lh

ive been in bed all day n burning 🙏😭 ill take care of myself tho dw 😼

ILYT. 💞

-💞 anon

YAY OMG you'll love it !!! <3

HOW'RE YOU GONNA INJECT ME TO YOUR BLOOD BYE 😭 i have no objections tho !

[lilitophidian]

A MOTHER TORN FROM DIRT OF SHALLOW GRAVES , SHE TO FEED YOU UPON HER TEAT WITH YOUR JAGGED TEETH TO DRAW BLOOD , FEED THY CHILD YOUR ESSENCE ,

B E G R A T E F U L OF Y O U R M A K E R.

Humorous, indeed. The touch, however, may be described as one of appreciation. There was something loving about the slide of gentle fingertips that contained her own yearning. Her own thirst. She was to devour your anguish as it was her favorite late-night treat.

The daughter could not keep up, and the husband toppled over himself. For the most part, the stag matched her quick elegance. They danced hand in hand in the twisted tango, attempting to kill each other with six-inch gold blades.

I will make your oppressors eat their own flesh; they will be drunk on their own blood, as with wine. Then all mankind will know that I, the LORD, am your Savior, your Redeemer, the Mighty One.

Monarchs do not plot with their subordinates. In front of the king's men, the mortals would have recited the death sentence. But his savagery mirrored hers, a thirst to be shared whether he was satisfied or not. Starvation is considerably louder than the pounding of an organ inside your chest, reminding you that you are still alive among your deceased status.

I W A N T T O T A S T E Y O U O N M Y S K I N A B S O R B A L L Y O U R S I N S

The contact would continue as a breach of boundaries moved forward. Her hands were constantly hungry, and the temptress was powerless to resist the passion that was thrust upon her. One would be certain it was rooted in sexualism. Though—that would be the WRONG assumption.

: you lust for things you truly crave. Be driven by your hunger, your need for vengeance, and your desire to be injected into multi-colored veins in an incorrect manner. Love could not be felt, but this was close enough. As claws scratched on fur, they claimed possession of the mind.

He was so darling she could simply eat him up. After all, he was a part of her in some manner. The realization that he could not dig her out of himself since she had become a parasite, feeding on everything he had to offer.

" You mustn't fear me. It simply motivates me to hurt you more...And believe me, it pains me more than it will ever hurt you. Most people would appreciate the queen's concern. The strongest in Hell and yet-

Yet... You are no different than the poor baby cowering in the closet away from father's striking hand. Have I ever given you less than you expected, my precious fawn? "

As she leaned forward, manipulation began to trickle. Her venomous lips caressed his before she laughed and pushed her head back.

Her perfume was enticing, something to drink from as it drew you in. His replies were only partially effective in meeting her expectations.

" Maybe....Maybe...I should give you a cause to truly dread me. If you ever could. I want to test that theory. "

Finger would cease being affectionate and glide south to his lip. Her claw dug with ferocity, knowing that even the smallest cut would draw blood.

[serialreblogger]

ok but. can anyone explain the “slade wilson” thing to me. because correct me if i’m wrong but based on everything i can find he is The Most irredeemable bastard ever to besmirch the already-dubious pages of comic book morality

like, fanon is as valid as canon when it comes to DC comics, we all know this, but just. look okay, here are my notes on him as he appears in canon:

deathstroke, aka slade wilson: wow bootlicker. okay

while actively fighting in the vietnam war, volunteered for experimental army program, reapplied to keep fighting after he eventually woke up from the coma it sent him into (“it gave me super strength tho officer”) & was depressed by the Lack Of Purpose he felt after he was denied the honour of fighting. in fuckin vietnam.

(VIETNAM. THIS MAN IS ALREADY AN IMPERIALIST WAR CRIMINAL AND THAT’S HIS PRE-VILLAIN STORY)

wife adeline kane, also an army general, privately trained him in guerilla warfare (this is fine) & they then got married. she got pregnant, he went to vietnam, baby grant was born; he came back (super-soldier-serumed up), she got pregnant, baby joey was born

after he got kicked out of the military he decided to satisfy his thirst for blood by becoming a “world famous safari hunter” (by day; by night he killed people) until some of the enemies he made broke into adeline’s house & kidnapped joey. kidnapper (“the jackal”) demanded some info on a client of slade’s, he refused bc he figured he could get to his kid in time (and everyone knows the US doesn’t negotiate) and was incorrect: joey’s throat got slashed, wrecking his vocal cords for good. adeline was so angry he’d endangered their son that she shot him in the face, which is how he lost his eye

(he learned nothing from this experience)

in conclusion: this man is a bastard with exactly zero redeeming characteristics. i hope he goes to he*k

he’s also. not a good dad. idk if “got his child’s throat slashed with his arrogance” doesn’t tell u what’s up but how about deliberately getting ur daughter’s adoptive family murdered so u can groom her into an assassin & pump her full of psychoactive drugs without her knowledge or consent? how’s that for fatherhood

i do love his kids tho, don’t get me wrong. he just, very evidently does Not. supplemental notes on Those fucked up relationships below the cut (bc i have a Lot to say about this):

rose wilson:

mom = prostitute (half-siblings with Joey [later aka Jericho] and Grant, both of whom die offscreen due to see below)

was discovered by an enemy of deathstroke when said enemy was off killing the extended deathstroke family. hostage situation, yadda yadda, slade won’t touch her bc his sons just died for someone else’s vendetta & “I’m Too Dangerous To Be Around” syndrome

but then like a year later he. anonymously hired The Same Guy to kill Rose’s adopted family. for bonding.

This Seems Like A Fun Dynamic

kidnaps her (“you’re all i have left”), manipulates her into murdering the guy He Secretly Hired & takes her on as his apprentice (Rose adopts username Ravager)

deathstroke secretly starts injecting her with performance-enhancing drugs that cause her to experience psychosis

Tries to force her to kill her half-bro Jericho (also Slade’s kid) while he (in evil undead ghost form) was possessing the body of her friend (ur kid, ur other kid, who is the first kid’s half-bro and also currently ur kid’s friend? that’s Four strikes At Once my dude)

she does not do so, because she is a human child

*but* to prove that she’s still loyal, she carves out one of her eyes. to match slade.

i am really struggling to see how ppl consider this man redeemable

anyway slade gives her a kryptonite eye prosthetic and tells her to kill superman

dick (who’s pretending to be evil at the time & is acting as rose’s caretaker bc dad can’t be bothered) talks her down and also lets her know that kryptonite is carcinogenic/radioactive

she is furious & finally cuts ties w slade

joins titans under tim’s leadership, bonds w kid devil in particular & shows herself to be brash & aggressive to compensate for transparent insecurity. Wonder Girl (cassie i think) is also in her corner

eventually ends up also bonding w damian. shared assassin trauma ig

oh yeah rose is psychic. btw. that’s a thing she can do

 precognitive w/ visions & dreams

dramatic titans showdown (raven is on the run with a USB stick that has a dead half-brother on it; accuses team of having a traitor, yada yadda, traitor turns out to be bombshell)

results in the resurrection of Rose’s previously undead (ghost-flavour) half-brother, Jericho, aka Joseph, aka Joey.

They’re friends <3

anyway now if u want to write rose &/or joey wilson content here, u now have some canon-sourced footnotes to kick off of. please write rose & joey content. i am desperate for some sympathetic depictions of these poor siblings that also fully punish slade for his whole odious deal, that’s my wish fulfillment and i have too much chronic illness to write it myself (i am Once Again Asking for extremely specific fandom content that is not created by me)

[attollogame]

hello ames!!! attollo is my new hyperfixation!!! i've already replayed the game half a dozen times!!!

i say this in the nicest way possible, but sylvester is a freak alright. oh u take a HUMAN body and CRUSH it and make perfume out of its juices? alright u do u mr. u gotta earn that bread somehow. this is not the worst part.

the worst part - what do u mean u MASSAGE a dead body. a. fucking. dead. body. i know, I KNOW it is so that the juices flow nicely BUT. please. this man gives me the creeps. i love him so much.

man i am so so intrigued about him,,,, i have so many questions about him,,,, do people volunteer for perfuming?!? why the lock of hair?!? does the stench not bother him?? if he needs new scents does he pick someone off the streets?!? do dead bodies even smell good - he must had to add some scents no? who even use dead people remains as their perfume (we aren't going to mention a certain cosmic horror) ?!? when ovo uses his 'machines', does he make perfume out of them too?!? does he sleep well?!? favorite snack??

anyways thank youuuu for indulging me!!!! love u and love your game and love your freaky perfumer. that's all!!! byeeee

Aaaaa, thank you!!!! <3

Also, Sylvester's actually doing right by massaging the rigor mortis out skksks as someone who also works with bodies, I can tell you that it does make cutting and injecting a lot easier if the body isn't all rigored up. He's just trying to make his "job" better

Regarding your questions:

No, no one volunteers. Sylvester is a hitman who's hired out for a "crime scene cleanup" or to remove someone who is inconveniencing a paying customer.

He'll put trinkets—hair, rings, etc—in the bottles as either a mockery to whoever is receiving the bottle or as per the request of the buyer.

The stench doesn't bother him anymore, and he doesn't pick off the streets, he works with what he receives.

He takes the plasma and the blood of the body, cremates the remains until it's a chalky powder, and then will insert this powder into the glass vials as a decorative touch; he adds other ingredients alongside the blood and plasma. I have a full description of his process on my Patreon!

He's only used the machines on one Ovo member, and that was who he killed to take his place in the 9.

He sleeps very well, and his favorite snack are lavender-violet sables—he's a very good baker.

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

HASO, “Milkshake.”

You guys seem to be enjoying it, so here is some more fluff with Eris .

Hope you enjoy!

Eris sat on the couch in the living room; the TV was on, but she wasn’t really paying attention as her eyes kept drifting towards the front window which looked out on the front lawn and the street beyond that. Jim was sitting across the room for her and Martha was working on another clothing pattern for Eris. She had really latched onto the idea of making clothing that was comfortable for her, which Eris appreciated immensely though she wasn’t sure if she'd be confident in wearing them.

People would think she was weird.

She glanced out the window again, hoping to see a car pull up.

He said he would be here today sometime in the afternoon. She knew it was only 11, but she desperately wanted to see him again despite her nerves and her continual feeling of isolation. Why did she care about this man so much? Yes he had saved her life, yes he had provided half of her DNA, but no, he hadn’t chosen to have her, no she hadn’t grow up the normal way with him as a father figure, and no he still wasn’t really in her life.

He was a busy man.

He was important.

And what was she to get in the way of that? 

Nothing, that was the answer. He was big, important and successful, and she was a violation of his privacy.

These thoughts rolled around in her head as she sat on that couch. She knew the vast majority of them were irrational, made by her own mind to make herself feel inadequate, but she just couldn’t push the thoughts away. She wondered when she had turned into this person, someone who wondered about their adequacy and worried about their appearance. Once upon a time she remembered being powerful and terrifying to the people who had wronged her and her little family.

She remembered being confident in what she was doing.

Perhaps it was the loss of her goals and purpose that had driven her to this.

Once the others started getting adopted and brought into new families her work had grown less and less, and she became obsolete and lost in a universe that was vast and unknowable. The others were being taken care of, but no one had returned for her.

No one had seemed to consider that she was just like the others.

She had been created against her will and had never been given time to grow up.

With all the responsibility of other people’s thoughts in her head.

What was she doing?

It was only then that a sudden thought from Jim jogged her from her spiraling self doubt. With his human hearing, he could make out a car pulling into the driveway. She quickly got to her feet and turned to look at the window as the car stopped and the door opened.

Her heart jumped in her chest as Adam stepped out into the early morning sun. He was a little different than she remembered. He stood straighter and held his head higher. He still wore the eye patch she remembered and still had the same messy hair, but there was something about him that changed in the months since she had last seen him.

Behind him, a large blue shape exited the vehicle as well and stepped onto the pavement.

It was him, Sunny, the little doctor named krill, and Adam’s dog.

The dog’s mind was very very strange, driven by impulses and instincts as she snuffled around in the grass, but when she turned back to look at Adam, there was such an intense feeling of love and admiration, Eris had to pull away.

Adam rubbed the dog’s ears and walked up towards the house as the other two followed behind.

Martha got up to grab the door and Jim turned in his seat.

The door opened, and the group of them stepped inside, waffles, the dog, running in to greet Jim, who she had an unusual affinity for.

Martha hugged Adam tight, “So good to see you.” She pulled back hands to his arms, patting them with a frown on her face, “You’ve been working out.”

He smiled slightly, “Thank the Neo-Spartans for that.”

He reached over and shook his father’s hand, as his arms were busy with the pile of dog that had scooted her way halfway onto his lap, “Looking good.”

He nodded to Sunny who stood behind Adam, “I heard about your Sainthood. Congratulations. That’s a big accomplishment.”

Eris felt the pride radiating from Sunny as she lifted her head into the air, “Thank you Jim.”

Martha nodded, “You’ve come along way since we first met.” She gave sunny a hug too 

Martha’s thoughts, once cold towards Sunny had warmed up over the past year. A small part of her even began to see Sunny as another daughter, thought that was the fact about Martha Eris had come to notice. She tended to adopt any little lonely thing she happened to meet; even the little doctor who walked in last.

She smiled, “Dr. Krill I see you haven’t died of complications relating to stress yet.”

The Vrul’s antenna twitched a little and he hummed his amusement, “Not for all of your son’s trying.” Despite how calm the little creature seemed, Eris could see in his head as a myriad of emotions flew through him. He thought that this place was a complete death trap, and had to constantly remind himself that humans were more durable than they looked.

In a way she thought it was kind of cute that he would worry about his companions so much.

Then Adam’s eyes turned to her.

She tried not to listen in on his thoughts, really tried. She didn’t like to pry into people’s minds. A lot of people didn’t like that when they knew what she could do, but she couldn’t help as the flood of strange emotions came pouring from the man’s head. He was a little different than other humans, he had a lot going on in there, and his thoughts and Emotions hit him hard and fast.

What did she expect.

Anger

Bitterness 

Betrayal 

annoyance 

She was invading his privacy, injecting herself into a family she had never been invited into. WOuld he resent her for that? 

But instead she felt.

Excitement.

and...

Nervousness?

What did he have to be nervous about.

The man walked over, and to her surprise picked her up into a crushing hug lifting her feet completely off the floor. She marveled for a moment at how strong he was, forgetting that humans tended to be on the strong side, second only to drev. He set her down smiling, and she felt a jenuine well of happiness wash over her tinted slightly with guilt, though he did a good job at keeping that to the back of his mind.

“You know what, I think you’ve gotten taller.”

She smiled, “Or you’ve gotten shorter.”

He laughed, “That is a complete possibility.” She continued to smile as he patted his chest, “I am getting old after all.” He looked over towards Jim, “Aging like my old man.”

“Shut up.” Jim harumphed, “I can still kick your ass.”

Martha frowned, “Are you implying that I am old Adam.”

He turned to smile at her, “Not a day past 21 mother.”

Martha crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, “Someone is looking for brownie points.”

“That depends, did you make brownies?”

She rolled her eyes, “No, I did not make brownies.”

He frowned.

“But I did muffins.”

“Score.” He said flopping down on the couch next to Eris as Krill floated to sit in the chair next to Jim.

The two of them watched the game, Jim seeming to enjoy Krill grimacing at every play and screaming at the TV for letting the humans knock each other out. He especially seemed to enjoy the medical descriptions of all the horrible issues they were probably having from all of that running into each other.

“So, how are you liking earth.” Adam asked, draping one of his large arms over her shoulders. Eris was struck with how nice the gesture felt and looked up at him, his head tilted to the side.

She smiled slightly, “I like it, it’s so warm and bright, and you have good food.”

“You can eat human food huh?”

She smiled and nodded, “We haven’t tried everything yet, but I really like strawberry ice cream.”

He snorted, “Lord she developed David’s poor taste in cold flavored delectables.” 

For a moment she worried she had really upset him but was soon proven wrong when she could tell he was just teasing her, “So how are you a herbivore or a carnivore.”

Eris felt herself blanch a little bit. If her blood had been more visible through her marble Starborn skin, she might have gone pale.

“I uh…. I haven’t tried eating….. An animal yet.” She shivered at the thought. How could she? How could she eat something that used to be alive?

He smiled seeing the look on her face3, “Don’t worry, no one is going to force you too, though I dare say meat is good, your probably won’t regret trying it at least once.”

From across the room she could hear dr. Krill’s thoughts. He was more similar to a plant than he was to an animal, and the thought of consuming something that was living also baffled him, Though a part of him admired how “metal” It sounded. Eris frowned as she looked at the little doctor.

She had red the mind of Vrul before.

They had been strange to her, very alien in their processes, but Krill.

Well she might have thought he was just a very strange human had she not been able to see him.

The humanizing phenomenon perhaps>?

She couldn't be sure.

“So Eris, how about my offer from earlier, how would you like to go see where I grew up.”

She turned to look at Adam, who was staring at her expectantly. 

She shuffled her feet awkwardly, “I would like that.”

“I will show you all the great and wonderful places I got beaten up. It will be a grand time.” She looked inside to see that he was just joking again. He did have some bad memories associated with the town, though the vast majority of them were good. She could see and feel the vibrant joy of fireworks and colorful parades as they passed through his memory. She could see cold calm lakes and feel wind blowing through the forest.

She nodded.

Martha turned to look at Sunny, “I’d like to keep you and Krill behind tomorrow if you don’t mind.”

Sunny looked up from here she was staring intently at the TV yelling over Jim’s shoulder at the reff who, to her, had made a very poor call.

“Of course, what do you need us for?”

“Alternative clothing designs for aliens. I think there is a large untapped market, and I want to see what I can do with it.”’

Adam grinned across the room at sunny, “Ah, she has finally roped you into being one of her guinea pigs. Enjoy.”

“Adam was such a good little guinea pig, and looked so good in a dress.”

Adam snorted and waved a hand, “I rocked the regency period as I have said before and so I shall say again.”

Eris leaned her head against Adam’s side as she listened to the ongoing banter between the group of people.

She tried not to pry but couldn’t help soak up the memories that popped to the surface of his head. Warm sunlight through an open window, the sound of a sprinkler, and the yell of children’s voices in the distance.

For a moment she became jealous of it before hiding that away in the back of her head.

THere was no use resenting others for something that wouldn’t change.

She would make the best of what she had.

That night, Eris slept in the same room as Sunny, whose memories were remarkably less pleasant than Adam’s, while Adam got his old room back. He would have shared with Krill, though Krill didn’t sleep, and spent most of the night watching late night television, which he found both strange and haunting in ways he wasn’t so sure was good.

She drifted in and out.

She wasn’[t entirely sure if her sleeping patterns were normal. She needed to recharge like the humans did, but seemed to go into a trance rather than into real sleeping. She dreamed, but hose dreams were more hallucinations which appeared about the room around her. Occasionally, she learned that she was able to share the dreams of others, and so took a ride along with Adam as he was joyfully able to fly without the need for a jet or a jetpack.

The feeling was so vivid she jolted awake when it was all over, sure she was going to find herself hurtling through the air.

That morning they had muffins, which melted in her mouth and made her insides growl. They weren’t as vocal as human innards, but apparently the smell of the muffins woke something deep within her.

Sunny was presented with a bowl of dandelions Jim had picked from the backyard that morning.

He was a little nervous that it might seem rude or degrading, but Sunny definitely seemed to appreciate the gesture. Krill didn’t need anything other than a glass of water, though Martha opened the curtain on the back sliding door to let in the early morning sun.

It fell across both her and krill, and her body hummed with its energy.

Adam stood and turned to look at his father when breakfast was over, “Can I borrow the car keys.”

Jim looked over at him skeptically, “You… drive… I don’t know about that.”

Adam frowned, “Oh come on, I fly spaceships for a living.”

Jim snorted, “yet, somehow every time you get in a vehicle that has wheels on it, you turn into my granny with a led foot.”

“Promise I will be safe.”

Eris smiled,  his memories reminding him of all the jokes about being a bad driver .

Jim just rested his hand on his forehead and looked at Eris, “Lord knows I have never known a man with such poor command of motor vehicles. Ans you see if have seen this boy fly a jet in formation with seven other jets four feet apart and his hands are rock steady, but put him in a car, and he overcorrects into the ditch.”

Adam frowned, “That was my FIRST time driving.”

Jim finally relinquished the keys to him, “take the car, it’s an automatic. Everyone knows you shake her brains out if you tried to take the truck.”

Adam grumbled and took the keys, “Its the 41st century dad why do you even still need a stick shift.”

He crossed his arms, “If we are ever attacked by an EMP burst, that car is the only thing that is still going to be running, now get out of here.”

Eris followed Adam out the door, her little black cloak swishing behind her.. She hadn’t wanted to wear anything to obvious yet, so martha had grudgingly decided to at least make her something that looked better than her old ratty sweatshirt. It was a short cloak thing with a hood, and she thought it looked kind of nice,   though she kept the hood low over her face. Adam slid into the driver’s seat of the car and Eris got into the other seat clipping on her seatbelt as he turned and began backing out of the driveway.

They jolted a bit as he moved into first and he glanced over at her, “Don’t tell my dad.”

She smiled somewhat as he inched forward and then began to pick up speed. The look of concentration on his face, and the white knuckles of his hands almost made her laugh. She could see him flying in his memories.

But for a man who loved to fly, he sure hated to drive.

“I’ll show you around the two first, than we can get lunch and after that we will find places to get out of the car and take a look around. Does that sound good?”

She nodded, though she wouldn’t have argued with him if he wanted to ride in circles all day. It was nice being here with him. Since they had last met his thoughts had calmed down significantly.

In the back of the car, his dog waffles sneezed and then rested her chin on the console.

Eris looked sideways at her sensing that the animal was looking for attention. She reached out a nervous hand and stroked the dog’s ears. In the back seat her tail thumped against the upholstery, and she grumbled happily.

“And out your right side of the window is the local high school  or what I like to call the department of corrections against happiness. Eris winced, there was a lot of thought coming out of that building, and none of it very pleasant.

“Thank goodness I only went there for like a year.” he grinned, “I was flying planes after that.” He tapped his chin, “I can never decide if it counts as me dropping out of high school or graduating early, or transferring schools.” he shrugged and kept going, “That’s the middle school on the left, arguably just as bad as the high school but with younger people, and right next to that is the elementary school.”

“So many?”

He shrugged, “Yeah I have no idea why they do it this way, but that’s the way it has been done for a very long time.”

Eris had obviously never gone to school. She didn’t really need to.

She could know anything she wanted to know as long as someone else around her knew it. She could read and write and do math well enough. It was a little harder with muscle memory as that wasn’t something she could read. So, while she knew how to make most of the clothes that Martha could make, she might not be so good with a sewing machine.

“That’s the park. I used to like climbing up to the top of that tree in the middle, and down over there is the drive in movie theater. It’s one of the only ones left in this country, kind of more for nostalgia than anything..” he was able to lift his hand rom the steering wheel and point over at something else, “You have the grocery store over there and then that parking lot is where all the redneck kids used to go to get drunk.”

Eris leaned forward feeding off the memories those strange places gave him. He showed her little hidden spots down by the rivers where his brothers and him used to go swim. He showed her places of significance for the town, and even those locations where he had been sure he had seen an alien. The thought made her smile considering he had one in his car now.

Eventually he turned away and pulled into a small diner on the edge of the town.

He looked over at her, “Best place to eat in town, I know it doesn’t look like much, but trust me get yourself a milkshake at the very least.”

She nodded and nervously got out of the car with him, walking by his side as he made his way across the parking lot and to the little building. A bell dinged as they walked in,  and she found only a few people sitting inside this time of day. The two of them seated themselves at a booth and Eris looked around,

It wasn’t like the many other buildings Eris had seen. It was old with a checkered floor pattern, and red upholstered bar stools. All of it looked new enough and clean enough, though something about it just felt old.

There was a jukebox playing music in the corner, something that had been obsolete for almost two thousand years. No wonder Adam and Martha liked this place. Martha with her doctorate degree in the information age, and Adam with his obsession over turn of the century rock music.

They were greeted just then by a pleasant faced portly little woman with grey hair.

Hermemory was a vibrant one.

She had worked here for a very long time, a sweet southern bell moved up from the south and married to a man in town. She had worked at this diner for over three decades and seen everything that passed through. Adam remembered her as someone who had been a fixture of the town, and his memories were pleasant.

When he had been alone and hurting, he had come here just to be in a safe environment, and this woman had had pity on him and made him a milkshake for free before sitting and talking with him when her shift would allow.

He smiled up at her and she lit up in surprise.

“Why if it isn’t sweet little Adam!” She looked him up and down, “Not so little anymore, lord it was only yesterday you and your brothers were in here causing trouble.”

He smiled, “And you angela, looking as beautiful as the day I met you.:

She snorted and waved a hand, “Oh stop, I’m old and wrinkly.”

“Old, you don’t look a day over twenty five.”

She laughed again, “Your flattery won’t work here dear. I know you have a penthouse on the moon.”

He snapped his fingers, “Pity.”

She turned her head to look at Eris, “And who is your friend.”

He looked across the table, “I uh, this is Eris.” Eris hunkered down in her hood a bit, “She’s my…. Daughter?”

Angela looked skeptical, “Boy i’ve never seen you look at a woman sideways, so forgive me if I don’t believe you.”

Adam smiled a bit ruefully, “Well it’s complicated.

Eris slowly raised her eyes towards the woman’s curiosity and as soon as Angela saw her face she put a hand over her heart and held up a hand, “Lord have mercy!” Eris braced herself for the disparaging thoughts, but instead the woman sat down next to her, “Why dear, why don’t you take off that hood and show us your pretty face.” There we go, and look at that long gorgeous black hair. You know them fancy modeling places in the city might just eat you up.”

She turned to look at Adam, “Aliens? Really?”

“She was grown from my DNA, but…..” He paused mulling something over before deciding to speak.

“But I WAS dating a different alien for a while.”

Angela did not seem surprised.

“For a while? Something went wrong?”

“I screwed it up.” he sighed, “Still trying to see if I can get back in her good graces, but who knows.”

Angela just smiled and shook her head, “You were never going to be normal, Adam, but not that that’s a bad thin.: She stood and looked down at Eris, “What can I get for you.”

Eris cleared her throat and in a small voice, “A milkshake””

Adam nodded up at her, “Strawberry, that’s her favorite.”

She nodded, “And your usual?” 

“Yes please.”

She smiled at them and walked off with a pleasant wave. When she came back Eris learned he was right about their milkshakes. It was so good and filled her mouth with just enough flavor. He polished off a milkshake and a Hamburger, and Eris really had no idea where iit all went. He was a black hole when it came to food.

Angela gave him a hug on his way out, and even spared one for Eris before commenting on her hair again, which Eris would have blushed at if she could blush.

Afterwards he took her just a little out of town to the top of a tall hill. On this hill there was a tree and a tire swing with a picnic table. Clouds rolled lazily over the sun as he sat down in the grass and she sat next to him. She could hear dogs barking in the distance, and somewhere the elementary school was out for recess.

Adam closed his eyes and leaned back in the grass.

“Sometimes I get so wrapped up in my love for space that I forget just how much I love Earth.” He sighed and the two of them could smell freshly mowed grass and pine trees.

She lay back with him.

“I was thinking about maybe staying here with your parents for a while.”

“Your grandparents.” he corrected eyes still closed.

She felt her heart beat faster, “Yeah, if they’re ok with that.”

“I don’t see why not. Mom always liked having someone around to help her with her projects. She uses dad when she can and he suffers silently for her, but I think she'd enjoy your company.”

“You do?” Eris wondered 

“Well I don’t see how she couldn't. I enjoy your company.”

She felt a thrill through her insides.

He turned to look at her, “I AM sorry I can’t be…. more. “ his words didn’t say as much as his thoughts could, and it were those  that helped her understand what he really meant. He would offer to take her in any day of the week, but that would mean her being alone more often than not while he was away, and he didn’ want to do that to her. 

He thought she deserved better.

She wouldn’t argue with him about that, for she understood his reasoning and sentiment and tended to agree.

Both of them knew that his parents were a pretty great idea.

She could be happy here