#human avak

[lee-the-yeen-art]

He looks a lot nicer when he puts the hood down. Love his lil tom cat cheeks 💕

[jenareuter]

If you're in need of company for Valentine's, do come aboard this noir trip where... these monstrous lads are a TERRIBLE option.

At least it never gets boring~

Play the Hateship Demo

[randomwriteronline]

Welcome to Australia But Worse, would you be interested in a group of [Slur Banned In All Of The Matoran Universe] and some kids who got fixed by Hades bob-the-builder-version

[makutaservaela]

Random Bionicle Headcanons and Running Gags

Involving canon characters

Somehow, Helryx always knows exactly where in the room Jerbraz is in and looks him dead in the eye when she speaks to him. Masks that can reveal him don't generally reveal details, so she is the only person who ever looks him in the eye. He has no clue how she does it and it scares him shitless. (Mazeka suspects she can hear his breathing and/or footsteps, uses that to calculate whereabouts to look, and then listens for his surprised breath-hitch when her gaze meets his eyes).

Mutran hates heights

Teridax was generally considered annoying by most other Makuta. Even those who respected his plan generally considered him annoying on a personal level.

Although Skakdi need to work with another Skakdi to activate their elemental powers, the assistance can either be physical or neurological. In other words, they can either be in close-proximity and activate at the same time, or on can just grab the other's arm and then he can use his powers. He doesn't need the other Skakdi's consent to use his powers that way.

Upon returning to Toa status, Vakama is really fucking tall for some reason, towering over the other Toa Metru.

Onua Nuva in his adaptive armour is also really fucking tall for some reason.

Air elementals are usually quite short.

Miserix sounds like Morgan Freeman.

Vican sounds kinda like Eminem.

Skakdi speak with some accent I can't quite identify, but it is rather UKish. I've always imagined it that way even though I have no clue what the accent is. For example, they pronounce Rs "wr". I likely based that on the fact they rarely close their lips all the way (they can, they just don't do it often).

Skakdi move faster on four legs than two, but prefer two legs so they can hold things and to look more civilised.

Avak smokes cigars (despite the aforementioned lip-closing thing)

Lewa is really good at figuring out people's secrets by incorrectly assuming what the secret is, cracking a joke about what he thinks the secret is, and then the person misunderstands the joke into thinking he knows the *actual* secret, and they confess.

There are some implants installed into all Dark Hunters upon initiation. One is the implantation of metal fangs as a backup weapon. Because of this, some people have taken to calling Dark Hunters/Ex-Dark-Hunters "Metal-Mouths".

Mutran can't spell "Kraahkan". In general, he is not good at spelling.

Most Bionicle are somewhat ambidextrous. They do tend to have a dominant hand, although the difference between dominant and non-dominant is way smaller than with humans.

Mutran is left-handed (which can be seen in a recent Bio-Parenting).

Krika is naturally heterochromatic- one gold eye, one red. When disguised as a male Makuta, part of his disguise involved hiding his heterochromia. Now that she is restored to life, she displays her natural eye colour.

Vamprah tends to self-groom via licking when he is embarrassed.

Miserix tends to self-groom via licking as a show of disrespect (ie, if someone is talking to him and he wants to communicate "I no longer give a shit about your opinion, go away", he will just start grooming and act very, very interested in his grooming. He used to do this non-stop to the Shadowed One).

Since their revival, Makuta have regained The Call: Makuta have an instinct to give a bird-like shriek when they feel there are no other Makuta around, and if a Makuta hears a Call, they feel a strong urge to respond. It's a method of locating and keeping track of each other. They had it long ago, but lost it when they originally became essence in armour. They can pinpoint the distance and direction of another Makuta's Call if they hear it.

The Call is affected by mask: Shelek wearers give one similar to the stereotypical "eagle" call (which is actually a hawk call). Avsa wearers give one more similar to an actual eagle call. Jutlins are short, rapid shrills, Felnas sounds like a mountain lion scream, both the Kraahkan and Miserix make a crocodile-like growl that vibrates everything in its vicinity, and I haven't decided the other masks yet.

A smallish canid species on Bota Magna was named "Vahki" and are kept as pets. The name is due to their similarish appearance and how they are often kept as livestock guard dogs.

Spikits can be farmed for their milk, but it tastes awful and needs to be heavily processed.

Helryx has developed narcolepsy due to how worn-out she is. The other Order Members politely ignore her random faints, although they will usually make some attempt to catch her.

I have no clue where tf Umbra went in my HC.

I am incapable of reading Irnakk's name without automatically pronouncing it "EE-nak". I... have no clue why. I think someone erroneously put that in the Wikipedia once and it just settled in my head.

For some reason as a kid I screwed up Matau's name and, until I watched the movies, thought his name was "Matua" (Mah-Too-uh)

Involving OCs

The Toa Metru are god-awful at coming up with original names for things (hence the naming conventions of the island of Mata Nui). This is why Nokama named most of her kids after Rahi: Muaka, Oohnora, Usall, and Goku.

In canon, when Pohatu learns a new thing, he always asks "What is XYZ?" And usually immediately finds said thing. This trait is genetic, and despite him not having raised his son, his son Pohanu, grandson Mikaua, and granddaughter Lonya all picked up this trait independently.

All four of Matau's kids have independently developed some thing that makes them more likely to bond with Nuju: Irunak was, due to a birth defect, born an ice-elemental, Oohnora was the middle of 9 kids and struggled to get attention, so the ever-distant Nuju was the only one who noticed her, and Kekek and Usall taught themselves the language of the flyers to use as a code-language without knowing that Nuju could also speak it fluently.

[lee-the-yeen]

Sillydumb Reidak/Avak (Reivak?) Headcanons

• They are god-awful at cooking but it’s not for a lack of trying.

Soup? Easy, throw things in a pot and heat.

Rice? 25% chance they’ll mess up the ratio for water and end up with mush.

Eggs? Might end up a little too crispy but still edible.

Anything more complex? Burnt to Karzahni and back.

In any modern/human au they’d rely mostly on takeout.

• Due to physical limitations (ie, the shape of their faces) they aren't really able to kiss normally. So they resort to affectionate bites, sometimes just holding the other’s shoulder or tail in their teeth. Ormaybejustusetongueidunno

• Once they start being more friendly with one another, Reidak carries Avak on his shoulder when the latter starts getting tired. It’s something that Avak loudly objects to, he can walk by himself he’s fine, but there’s not much he can do when he’s tossed over Reidak’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes (The protesting gets more performative over time as they develop ❤).

• Skakdi, when performing ceremonies or other occasions where armor is removed, tend to paint their scars to make them stand out more, to show what they have survived through. Due to his adaptive ability, Reidak doesn't have a lot of scars, but he paints what few he has in a brilliant gold. Avak has a lot of scars from the Shadowed One’s “masters of pain”, and while he has every right to show off that he could survive that, he believes those scars are nothing to be proud of, so never paints them.

• Avak gives off a lot of body heat but doesn’t retain it very well, a stiff breeze will get him shivering all over again. Reidak retains what little body heat he has very well, which translates to him curling up around Avak like a cat when things get cold.

• As many have HC’d before me, Reidak has a very distinctly cockney accent, and he starts using rhyming slang when he’s being sarcastic or getting especially pissy.

• Avak has a hormone imbalance of some variety, due to a separate headcanon that I didn't expect to overlap with him.

It started with me HC’ing that female skakdi had thagomizers at the ends of their tails. Both because they’re rad as hell and it adds dimorphism in a species that I imagine doesn’t have a lot of (I'm biased bc I like big burly ladies).

Then, as I was trying to figure out how to draw Avak…

“Hey…waitaminute.”

All the other Piraka don't have tails like that, it’s just him. It’s not a full thag, they tend to be spikier, but that little leaf shape cemented the idea in my mind.

• Reidak’s claustrophobia extends to getting tied up, mainly pinning his arms to his sides, and being in tight crowds.

• Avak gets tinnitus something awful, it comes with the territory of using and making guns for a living, especially if prototypes blow up in one’s face. The aforementioned “masters of pain” probably didn’t help.

• The shape on Reidak’s forehead isn't a third eye, it just happens to look like it. But he absolutely pretends that it is to scare the hell out of people who don’t know better.

• Avak would fucking love Rammstein. I have no idea why, it just feels right.

[wjbs-bonkle-au]

Bionicle human AU where the Piraka's jobs are all based on their level-themes from Bionicle Heroes DS (Zaktan is an architect, Reidak is an engineer, Hakann is a volcanologist, Thok is a mountaineer, Avak is an archaeologist, and Vezok is a cave-diver).

[joompheart]

Theodore! Glad to finally get a whole separate character down as one of these sheets. I've got to do an epilogue alternate for her and then 3-4 more one off sheets. Then I'll have got all my OC's out with definitive visual references!

Way way way too much description below the cut. Actually about twice as much as I did for Andrew because Theodore is probably the second most defined character for me. Plus I wrote a lot about magic but still didn't just write out the explicit rules of the magic system so I explained more than I should've needed to. WHoops.

-Age range: 25-34

-Physical Attributes: In contrast to my other characters who are by and large hyper lean skeleton skin and muscle freaks, Teddy is rounded out and full-bodied. This is pretty much my first go at a reasonable human body, so I think she still looks a tad lean in my drawing compared to how full she should be. Ted is the tallest of my characters at 6'2” or more depending on the heights of other characters I decide on later (specifically Vaughn). She is naturally a little taller than every other main character in the room, or at least a perfect match for the other tallest character (Vaughn). She is also able to at least match the other strongest character in natural (not significantly magically enhanced) physical strength (still Vaughn lol). Despite this, Theodore is not as muscular or bulky as Vaughn. Theodore is supposed to be conventionally sexy, especially when compared to my other characters.(I actually asked my bodybuilder friend to send me instagram fitchicks for references :p). Dark brown hair, but not as dark as Andrew's near black (if not actually black) hair. Basically straight and pretty long, reaching the middle of her back at least. The left side of Teddy's chest is scarred and ruined and she lost her left arm shoulder and all. See “Heart Lock.” Theodore has perfect physical control. See “Personality.” Ted has darker skin, brown to contrast with her blue clothes and magic the same way I pose Vezok with Avak.

-Magic Specialty: Theodore is a prodigious magic user and the most powerful of my characters multiple times over. She is the most knowledgeable on the subject to the degree that she might be the preeminent magic user in the entire galaxy. (The scope of my story is limited to one solar system though, so we don't confirm this or actually care about confirming this). Theodore is able to adapt to any field of magic and quickly preform at very high levels. Theodore is rich with magic fuel (magic can't be done in a vacuum, you have to “pay” for every spell), again multiple times more wealthy than any of my other characters. Her true specialty is in taking advantage of the quirks of the magic system to prepare incredibly powerful spells with multiple potential applications. These spells are so “lavish” that they are prohibitively expensive for any other character and even would be for Ted too if not for her clever spellcrafting.

-Example Spell: Theodore has the closest thing to “true” teleportation – she can cast a spell that demarcates a huge space, say a planet or a space encompassing several planets, into however many 2-3 inch cubes. Then each cube is exchanged for each other cube at incomprehensible speed until the spell is canceled at which point the cubes stop and stay where the ended up. Theodore will cast this spell and stop it at just the right time so that everything is where it started except for the things she wants to move. (I'm definitely going to change up the specifics of this spell so it's less stupid later, but I stand by the idea as cool and a good example of the kind of thing Theodore does). This is obviously impossible to control manually, so Theodore makes and uses magically enhanced machines and artifacts to help with specific parts of spells, such as when to stop casting her teleportation spell so everything is where she wants it to be. Most of Theodore's spells can be understood as follows: An expensive “desired effect” (near instantaneous transport) over an expensive “desired area” (a planet) that is then made deliberately obtuse and unwieldy to reduce the price of these effects from unfathomable to merely very expensive (the whole cubes switching around business), and finally made manageable again with personally hand crafted and ready precision magic tools.

-Heart Lock: Relatively early in Ted's magic exploration she supercharged her heart to amplify any magic to near-perfect efficiency. At this time she wasn't as experienced so she made miscalculations and the process exceeded the safeguards she was using. Her heart now works as desired, but Theodore wears a “heart lock” over it to seal off the excess power (Theodore is pictured wearing said heart lock above). When the lock is removed/ her heart in unsealed she gains access to it's full power but also bears the brunt of that power. Exposure quickly destroys the rest of her body, as seen in how earlier uses completely removed her left arm and have left much of her chest a craggy scarred ruin. Continued exposure would completely destroy Theodore's body in 30-60 minutes, carving canyons into her body with rivers of electric starfire. Theodore isn't really dissatisfied with this situation though, as it would require a truly titanic obstacle to warrant more than 30-60 SECONDS of use. Think of it like a devil trigger you want to stop using as quickly as possible. Nero's disembodied blue hands are right on the money.

-Clothing: Aside from her heart lock, Theodore doesn't wear much. I figure true luxury is not needing to cover yourself for any reason. Theodore doesn't wear armor or footwear of any kind. Theodore does not typically cover her remaining HUGE MILKY BREAST, though she will if she wants. It's even uncommon to find her wearing a super skimpy miniskirt like she is in the above picture, maybe half of the time. Those are because I wanted her to wear at least something because fashion is fun, and I thought it would be silly to have her fight with her gravid boob and flaccid dick flopping around everywhere. Never tucks, never even wears underwear. None of my characters are liable to tuck but Teddy especially never tucks.

-Partial Biography: Left largely unknown the the audience. The heart lock/ arm loss debacle is about as much as we'd get for insight on her character before the events of the story. I figure Theodore doesn't need a special explanation for her presence or power. She's been around more than most of the other characters and she's good at whatever she does. She built a semi-secret estate inside a planet in the solar system with an ocean comprising roughly half it's mass. Inverted gravity on the estate so when you enter you walk on the underside of the crust and look “up” to see a massive glass-like dome bracing the rest of the earth and water. With enough visibility you could theoretically see out to the other side of the planet through the water. Theodore's goal for the duration of the story is to explore “the next frontier” of magical understanding and study the source of magic in the galaxy. She ultimately succeeds in the finale of the story, and we see some of her continued adventures in the epilogue.

-Personality: Teddy is suicidal. With her power she could extend her life indefinitely, but she would end even her natural lifespan prematurely. Theodore is aware of her exceptional prowess and wants to use it for something that's “worth it,” in this case studying the source of magic in the galaxy, before she can't stop from killing herself. Otherwise, she's very put together. Theodore has supreme mental fortitude, focus and stability. By extension, Ted has perfect physical control, as in perfect balance, perfect form with any motion, optimal muscle activation, can sleep or wake up on a dime, etc. etc. The example I always think of is a spell she might use in a fight that inverts all neural impulses in a certain field – so if you tried to lift your leg you would actually extend it, etc. etc. In that scenario where it would be almost impossible to keep yourself from immediately crumpling on the floor, Theodore will move as confidently and gracefully as she would in any other setting. Though that would also be because she would have practiced moving like that at least a little on her own time because she would know that she might use that spell. In benign human interaction, Theodore is most similar to Penelope, or maybe it would be better to put it as Penelope is most similar to Theodore. They are aligned in worldview and goals and even even personal tastes for most of the story, Penelope working for Theodore similar to how Darth Vader works for Darth Sideous. But Penelope doesn't hate Ted, and the two could be considered friends for a significant part of the story. Like Penelope, probably even more so actually, Theodore can be cold and completely ruthless. Both of them are liable to acknowledge other people's qualms or objections and then without hesitation commit a morally irredeemable act anyway. These tendencies and their power make them the “villains” of most of the story.

-Associated NiN songs: “The Big Come Down,” “Disappointed,” “Black Noise,” “A Warm Place”

[ancestorsofjudah]

2 Kings 14: 15-22. "Two."

We just discussed the role of the Royal Family of the Kingdom of Israel and the Assembly or Prophets, Priests, Captains, Officials and the Secretary, of course, to ensure the people are never backed into a corner. The corner might an economic one, it might be an industrial, technical, epidemiological or a situation involviing the military, but whatever the cause, the Melachim are supposed to be prepared to act.

Jehoash, the "What God knows, but we don't" overtook an overconfident rival, Amaziah and took everything he owned. This must not happen to a King or a country.

The Book of Kings brackets the events in the aforementioned sections in terms of the reigns of both kings, and provides details necessary to their proper interpretation through Gematria:

The Reign of Jehoash

15 As for the other events of the reign of Jehoash, what he did and his achievements, including his war against Amaziah king of Judah, are they not written in the book of the annals of the kings of Israel? 

16 Jehoash rested with his ancestors and was buried in Samaria with the kings of Israel. And Jeroboam his son succeeded him as king.

v15: the Value in Gematria is 11215, יא‎ב‎אה, yes, yes!

=Why does the birthright child receive a double portion?

In ancient Israel, for example, all the sons received some of their father's property, but the firstborn received a double portion and became the leader of the family. With his double portion, this son took care of his mother and sisters and others in the family who could not care for themselves.

v16: the Value in Gematria is 7446, ז‎דדו‎, zeddo, "they hunted."

"trapping two."

Relevance of a Repeated Phrase

If two become trapped and enter into an arragement that involves the birthright and a subsequence inheritance this means there is love and romance between them. The reference alludes to Jacob's erotic encounter with an angel, but this applies to all the many scales and combinations of human relations:

And a man wrestled with him (Jacob) until the break of dawn but when the man saw that he could not overcome him, he struck the hollow of his thigh, and Jacob's thigh was strained as he wrestled with him."2

The Torah is usually economical with its words, yet here the verse ends with a reminder that Jacob was involved in wrestling despite having earlier informed us of this fact.

The Biblical word employed here for "and he wrestled" is vaye'avek. Biblical commentary offers two interpretations. The first is rooted in the Hebrew translation of the word avak, which means "dust" — their fierce wrestling kicked up a cloud of dust. The second is rooted in the Aramaic translation of the word avak, which means "to bond" — "in the manner of wrestlers who throw their arms around each other in tight embrace."3

The two translations are slightly different but when taken together they lend new insight into the nature of Jacob's struggle. The first translation clearly connotes a struggle, a serious attempt to defeat each other, that kicks up a cloud of dust. The second translation connotes love rather than animus. They embrace each other, something lovers usually do."

The Reign of Amaziah

17 Amaziah son of Joash king of Judah lived for fifteen years after the death of Jehoash son of Jehoahaz king of Israel. 

18 As for the other events of Amaziah’s reign, are they not written in the book of the annals of the kings of Judah?

19 They conspired against him in Jerusalem, and he fled to Lachish, but they sent men after him to Lachish and killed him there.

 20 He was brought back by horse and was buried in Jerusalem with his ancestors, in the City of David.

21 Then all the people of Judah took Azariah,[d] who was sixteen years old, and made him king in place of his father Amaziah. 

22 He was the one who rebuilt Elath and restored it to Judah after Amaziah rested with his ancestors.

v. 17: Amaziah lived 15 years after the death of Jehoash.

The Value in Gematria is 7068, ז אֶפֶסוח‎, ‎Z Ipsuh, "The North Storage Place, the Pit."

All the Prince of Israel began their visionary careers as dreamers. No one dreams of a better outside world or being an instrument in its revelatory success like the Prince in a Pit.

Jacob brought his dream down to the earth, but Joseph the most notable Israeli Prince dreamed his dream of a fully Israelite Empire from in a pit and from within a prison.

v. 18: the Value in Gematria is 6212, ו‎בא‎ב, "and in the father."

Without the assent of the King and Queen, however, the Intellect and one's experiences, the Temple and the State, the dream of the Prince has not one possible chance of coming true. How a prince is fathered and how he fathers the dream tells all.

v. 19: Lachish= the lion, AKA Justice.

the Value in Gematria is 4622, ד‎וב‎ב, dvb, "dubbed"= as above- we don't know what God has planned for the future but we know how to plan for it.

The same value system ensures social justice is an integral aspect of the rearing of the upcoming generation and the management of the one that is already in power. We are for example, demonstrating to young persons how legal shitty treatment might look in spite of the fact it's not legal anywhere on this planet.

If one wants to live a long life free of strife, justice has to be doubled; just societies and their protected classes must always exist in equilibrium with each other.

The verse calls this a conspiracy, which means just persons are, in a way always conspiring against criminals to keep them in check and or eradicate them altogether.

v.20: the Value in Gematria is 7549, זהדט‎, zvi, "the same, but a deer."

"Thus, the deer (as well as the gazelle, which more than any other antelope resembles the deer) became a symbol of beauty, glory, and swiftness in our Holy Tongue. The Hebrew word for deer is Tzvi, and our Prophets used it to describe our Holy Land, the Land of Israel."

v. 21: Azariah, 16 years old= support God at age 16 as if one were an elder member of the Assembly of advanced age.

The Value in Gematria is 6487, ודח‎‎ז‎, "he was pushed."

v. 22: Elath= the Ram Pillar.

The Value in Gematria is 6860, ו‎חואֶפֶס‎, in huafes, "He got stripes", chavar, meaning he discovered he was not able to do the job of being the king by himself, and did not turn to family members for help but to his friends.

So the object lessons in this portion of the Melachim pertains to the importance of one's friends and relatives to the creation of a just and fair society that will meet its needs for intimacy as well as provide the usual products of a working government enterprise.

[dimalink]

Avaks – magical world

Pixel art for today based on videogame Ultima VII for game system Super Nintendo. So, I can go crazy! Super Nintendo has this role playing game also! It is a big game. Explore in a fantasy world and isometric role playing game – so it is like this.

And this is my drawing same style. I invite you to world of this picture. It can be a fantasy role playing game. About events that take place in the island. It is a medieval and magic.

So, there is a water flow around the castle. So, gates are going up and you are walking into the open world of the island. A big adventure lays ahead. So locals have problems with a big stone that fall from the sky. Into the forest. So, you need to go to the forest. And learn fallen stone. So, evil has come with this stone, right ahead from the stars.

Because of falling rock, black stone - as citizens call it. Gremlins activates. They start to attack locals in the forests. And fields. Often to run into the villages.

Troglodytes – reptile kind creatures with poor eyes. They also went out from their swamp lands. Humans always never walk there. And trogls are like awakened. And they are often to go to roads to the swamps.

So, you are going beyond your castle walls to get what is going on. In underground part of your castle rats are eaten the earth and make a tunnels. And you are frightened. So, you already see a different adventurer. Every with its own motivation. Someone wants to become famous, Someone want to do something good, someone wants to be rich, and someone is dreaming about his own castle. So, they are very interested in what is going on.

Adventure must be big! So, one searcher of adventures told you before the camp fire this evening, that he saw cyclops near the caves. So, someone frights the sheep at the fields. And he has its own castle there. And he starts to looks what is going on. So, no big interesting, but he need to do that. And he detects a cave, that he never knew before. And he saw big three meters high monster with one eye. Cyclops. Cyclops were thrown a stones. He watched them.

But they detected him, and one greenskined, which he never sees before, start to run for him. It was a high ork or ogre. They were in a caves. So, fight with him was not an option, you know. And better run. And today, he thinks about what to do next.

And what is your plans, searcher of adventures?

[rochejii]

It only took me 7 months to do another one! Another redraw http://fav.me/d1u87j6 Funfact I actually almost finished this 6 months ago but during an autosave my computer crashed and corrupted the saved file, and I lost it and with the drawing I also lost all of my motivation ever! Will I finish the other 4? I don't know!

[esveeviridae]

Just had a rather unusual instance of The Dream.

I dreamt that while reading things online, I discovered that Traveler’s Tales, the people behind the various Lego games, had created a Bionicle game in 2020, unknown to anyone. It wasn’t an extensive game- it was a flash-like little game called Matau Checks the Minecart. The game was basically just jumpscare bait, wherein an inexplicitly humanized Matau Metru looks down into a minecart in a dark cave. The minecart has not bottom, and you need to keep clicking to look deeper and deeper down, until eventually you get jumpscared by a creepy drawing of a Bionicle Prototype. The image would only stay on screen for a moment, before showing its respective actual prototype set and a description. Besides the regular contenders though, such as the different-faced Avak or some of the early Phantoka and Mistaka, we also had an alternate Klakk, where the the turbine bits on the side of the head were eyes, some kind of mask with a slasher grin, a handful of Skakdi with faces like something out of BLUE_CHANNEL, and what was described as a “Rival” rahi to the Klakk, a kind of bird developed by the Order of Mata Nui that had been intended to spy on the Makuta before being deemed to intelligent for use. It used Tarix’s blades for wing pieces, and was also apparently meant to be released in 2012. Unusual for certain.

[oh-no-my-hand-slipped]

My beautiful human, I accidentally posted the story way before it was finished, but this story is going to be about a half-dragon man and a bard/healer woman! It’s gonna be awesome!

Anyway, here is your fic, my friend:

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Triefe let out a guttural growl as the ogre drew closer. If the dragonling was lucky, he could just scare off the creature with sheer intimidation. However, a roar from the hideous, gray-skinned beast proved his luck had run out.

He got into his battle position, the sides of his black cape sprawling beside him like silky wings. His fangs were now dripping with venom, and the dark scales that covered half his face glistened in the moonlight.

The ogre struck first, but it was much too slow to even be considered a threat. Triefe had dodged the blow and was behind it even before the beast even followed through with the attack. Now it was his turn.

The dragonling unsheathed his claws, licked his lips, and ran forward, ready to dig into his opponent like a rabid dog. His pupils dilated into new moon slivers as he leapt up, lifting his arms into the air to deliver a seething blow.

However, the ogre, for once, was faster.

In its enormous effort to catch Triefe, it put all its power into one swing; and though the beast couldn’t catch him the first time, its perseverance and patience was rewarded.

When the ogre turned to meet Triefe, it hit the dragonling with all its might, an unexpected and crushing attack that Triefe could not recover from.

His body wheeled around in the dark, a doll that had been dropped by its giant owner. The dragonling didn’t even have enough air in his lungs to cry out in pain as he crashed into a nearby tree. The force almost snapped the trunk down the middle, one half standing stoically while the other bent towards the ground in submission.

Spots and bursts of color flooded Triefe’s eyes, followed by a ghostly black. He had been in enough fights to know what that meant - he was finished. He had lost.

And it would cost him his life.

Triefe went limp, the many gashes on his face and hands going unnoticed as blood dripped and crawled into the dirt beside him. Perhaps they knew the dragonling’s fate and hoped to find another being to possess.

Rain began to fall, only in small drops at first - but, like Triefe’s life-blood, it grew thicker over time, hiding the horizon with thick sheets of clouds and downpour. After a while, the battered warrior too was lost in the frigid storm.

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A small grunt and a quick tapping.

“Avake? Ah, be patient, little vun, I am coming. My Mami used to say zhat doctors should never hurry - othervise people think there is a plague!”

Triefe tried to rouse himself, but to no avail. His eyelids were as heavy as lead, and his limbs could be confused with bars of brimstone.

“You must be gentle,” the voice continued. “A patient may be a bit scared, or distrustful, or even violent. Pain makes even zhe kindest creatures turn on their healers. So, my darling, vhen a creature as ill as this comes to you, give them the utmost compassion.”

A few clicks and another trill was the reply, and the voices grew silent. Triefe’s heart began to pound. He was absolutely helpless - if these creatures desired to do him harm, they would have no trouble doing so. They could slit his scaled throat, take his horn and flame chamber to use as a lighter for their torches...

“Klausue, vould you please put another blanket over our sickened guest? His fever must be rising again...”

Triefe felt slight weight drape over his already heavy chest and legs. The extra warmth and quiet words calmed him - it reminded the dragonling of his younger days, when his mother warmed him by letting a raging fire built up in her breast and allowing him to lay upon it.

“Now, listen closely...”

Triefe cringed as he felt a cold cloth touch his forehead. He tried to recoil, or at least shake the dampness off - but a firm hand kept the cloth in place.

“...fevers and sleep are a dangerous combination,” the voice explained, moving their fingers up Triefe’s throat and jawline to check his temperature. “In order to heal, a creature needs rest. Visout sleep, their energy falls and they become even sicker. However, it is a double-edged sword - it can cause terrible dreams, disassociation, and, most importantly, difficulty controlling consciousness. Patients are either unable to rouse themselves, or are stuck in a limbo of half-sleep. Zhis is vhy you must offer as much comfort and care as you can. An ill mind reaches toward safety.”

The gentle fingers continued moving up Triefe’s head, then finally rested on his cheeks. Their thumbs were circling his eyelids. The touch was feather-soft, and it seemed to rub away the heaviness, like a fairy’s wing dusting dewdrops off of leaves.

The fingertips began circling a little to wide, though, causing a incessant tickle on the bridge of his nose. Down, down, down it traveled, until his nostrils trembled to life with a sniffle. Triefe tried to lift his scale-covered arm - as it was the only part of near to him that was immune to his fiery breath - but his tired limb was to lethargic to catch his oncoming sneeze.

All he could do was turn his head and hope for the best.

“H-heh...HEH...HSH’SHOO!”

A spit of flame came out of his mouth, but it was caught in Triefe’s scaly shoulder just in time. His nose curled again, a sneeze only kept at bay with a few shallow breaths.

“Geh...heh...!”

“Klu! Zhe cloth, bitte!”

Triefe leaned back, preparing for another hot release. A piece of fabric suddenly tightened around his nose and mouth. The sensation surprised him so much that, for a moment, the sneeze fell flat, replaced by a buzzing ache around his septum. The dragonling wrinkled his nose and sniffled.

The handkerchief was lifted, then ran a silk corner around his nostrils. The itch became unbearable. Triefe hitched madly, his chest heaving.

“Gngh...GEH...GESH’HOO! SHOO!”

The cloth held its own, not even being scorched by Triefe’s flame - much to his surprise. He had lost many capes to accidentally breathing fire a bit too close to them. How was this tiny piece of fabric not turning to ashes?

“Gesundheit, kranker Drache! You have qvite a sneeze on you...you’re almost as dangerous sick as you are healthy!”

Wanting to at least keep some of his dignity, Triefe cleared his throat and opened his tired eyes as much as he could.

“I do dot sdeeze,” he rasped, his voice cracking despite his best efforts. “D-dragons don’d....s-sdeeze...”

As if on cue, Triefe let out a trio of blazing sneezes, each one only barely contained by his scaly hand. He let out a quiet, shuddering groan. The human side of his face, which had no immunity against fire, was starting to smart.

Triefe’s vision was still very blurry, even after he had opened his eyes again. If he blinked and squinted, he could see the faint image of a woman with either large hair or a few small animals piled on top of her head.

“Oh, liebling...you sound just as horrible as you look,” she cooed, putting her cold hands on his cheeks again.

Though she had meant to be kind, Triefe felt an angry twinge in his chest.

“You haven’d any right...” he spat, trying to lift himself up on his elbows.

“No, no, you misunderstand, Herr Dragon! Dragon-borns are known for zheir beauty and regal nature, and you are no exception!”

The woman chuckled.

“Zhey are also known for their bad tempers, which is most likely vhat got you sick in zhe first place! And you look very, very ill, Herr Dragon.”

The blurry form sat on his bed while another, smaller form moved just beyond Triefe’s peripheral vision.

“Your bruised eyes, so tired and wretched,” the woman said, her voice becoming low and sorrowful. “Ach, and your scales, vunce so bright and beautiful, have dulled. They look more like glass than anything belonging to a dragon!”

She gasped.

“And your cheek, oh! I hadn’t noticed in zhe light! It looks so painful...”

Her fingertips traced the burn with utmost care. Triefe tried to jerk away from her touch, but, in his haste, the dragonling gave himself another dizzy spell. He almost melted back onto the pillow, closing his eyes.

“Herr Dragon,” the woman whispered, “you must rest. Your fever has yet to break, and I cannot risk giving you medicine before you feel a bit better. I only have so much, and you may not be able to keep it down.”

Triefe blinked, trying to stay awake, trying to prove he wouldn’t be rendered helpless by a simple cold...

He was crafting the perfect, scathing reply when he dozed off, his mouth slightly open in retort.

******************

Triefe slept for a long time. He wasn’t sure how long exactly - it seemed every time he opened his eyes the sun was in a different place in the sky - but when he finally roused himself completely, he felt as if he had passed a long, cold winter in his cave. In fact, in his sleepiness, that’s where he thought he was. Curled up, warm, and surrounded by the bones of his hibernation spoils.

It was only after a few sniffs and giving his eyes a thorough rub did Triefe realize he was still in the stranger’s cottage. He jerked up, feeling his fangs start to extend. However, it only took him a moment to remember what had happened, and his terror was replaced with curiosity. His yellow eyes traced the room, soaking up every detail.

Now that things weren’t so blurry, Triefe realized that the house was either made of mud or smooth stone. Etchings of ancient tongues, recipes, and even market lists covered the walls, either by carving or painted on red ink - or, if Triefe thought about it, maybe something else.

Next to Triefe’s bed was a large wooden table, which had all sorts of plants skewed over it. Faedre, dragon roses, giant’s trumpet, and even a few that Triefe didn’t recognize. What wasn’t covered in flora was piled with dusty books with singed pages and ugly stains on the covers.

Many knicks and knacks hung from the ceiling, only kept aloft by thin, aged ropes and small hooks. Pots, pans, flowers, dried meat, pelts, glowing rocks, and homemade dolls were just a few of the objects Triefe could see. There were many, many more strung around the room, down halls, and even to each other.

Just past the table was a roaring fireplace, built with messy layers of clay and hardened dirt. Triefe basked in the flame for a bit, truly feeling its warmth now that he was facing it. He wrapped the blanket around his wings and body, which had begun to shiver. After a time, he spread his wings out at his sides, letting the fire dry the cold sweat from the edges.

He flapped them a little.

They were sore - very, very sore - but nothing was broken, despite the hard hit they had taken in battle.

“Feeling better?”

Triefe clasped his wings back to his side, wincing at the sudden pang of pain. The woman who had saved him from certain death traipsed through the doorway, her bare feet quick work of the floor below her. Triefe growled automatically - he had been startled - but found no threat in her petite form. The only thing that gave her any height was her silver hair that hung in thick braids almost to the floor.

“Where’s the other one?” Triefe snapped.

“Hm? Ah, you mean Klausue,” the woman said, ignoring the dragonling’s brusqueness. “Zhey are out collecting herbs for your medicine. I had a hunch you vould be avake today. You should be able to nurse it tonight.”

“I shall take nothing from you.”

“Oh?”

“You could very well poison me. I suspect you already have. Why else would I be dead to the world for so many days and nights?”

The woman smiled, though there was a hint of contempt around her lips.

“So I vill not be making any medicine for you? Or anything to eat?”

Triefe bared his teeth, speaking through them in a fierce tone. “As long as I am surrounded by these stone walls, nothing shall pass my lips.”

Triefe hoped that was the end of it, for his sore throat was beginning to burn from his eloquence. The woman raised her eyebrows and looked through a nearby window.

“It is a very nice day. You could eat outside, if it’s the walls zhat bother you.”

The stranger chuckled, then grew serious when Triefe failed to laugh along with her.

“But I do understand,” she said solemnly. “Dragons are very valuable, and zhis rarity has caused distrust among both humans and magics. It is not uncommon for a poorly off creature to befriend a dragon-born, only to betray zhem for zhe sake of riches. However, I have no need for coin.”

The woman lifted one of her braids, which glimmered in the light of the fire.

“My locks are made not of hair, but silver. I had to flee my home to keep from being captured, though I only had copper hair then. I vas almost scalped, for the village vas poor and I vas naïve. Now, I take in zhose who need help, like I vunce did. No matter how valuable zhey are, I shall never betray zhem. The only zhing I need zheir head for is to lay a cool cloth upon it. Speaking of vhich...”

She put her hands, her soft, familiar hands, just under Triefe’s jaws.

“You are still qvite varm. If you vill not have my medicine, may I at least suggest - ?”

“No.”

Triefe looked up, his piercing yellow eyes firm in their gaze.

“I shall take it. If you truly mean me no harm. But as soon as I am well...”

“Oh, of course! You are velcome to leave.”

Triefe sniffled. His resolve was beginning to fade, and he wanted more than anything to get back under the covers, but he didn’t want to show more weakness than he had. The woman was quick to notice, and wrapped the blanket around his shoulders for him.

“Rest vell, Herr Dragon.”

Triefe coughed, a few granules of ash floating out of his mouth.

“Many thanks. And gods help you if you decide to betray me.”

The woman chuckled. “Tell zhem to help zhemselves before vurrying about me.”

***************

Whew, that’s a long one! I might make a second part, depending on how well this does. It’s no Salty Sneeze, but god I love it!

As always, @perfectpaperbluebirds , you are the connoisseur of colds! Thanks you for the wonderful idea.

[elizabethcharles122]

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“(Y/N) what the hell were you thinking?” Jim demanded, before the doors even closed fully. Spock stayed close on his heels.

“I had a 48.5% chance of survival, compared to Scotty’s 17.5% chance,” you answered, trying to ignore the tremor in your voice. “It was logical.” “You sound like Spock,” Bones grumbled in the corner.

“I would have to argue that is not a bad thing, Doctor.” You swore you could see the smirk behind his calm exterior.

“Look, I did it. I lived. What’s the big deal?” you questioned, folding your arms defensively over your chest.

“The radiation has caused some mutations in your genetic code,” Spock answered, as Jim and Bones glanced at each other guiltily.

“And side effects?” you asked, turning to Bones.

“Well, I was fearing cancer,” he began, fiddling with the monitor by your bed. “But I cannot see any presence of any cancerous cells. However, it appears to have increased the level of radiation you can withstand, as well as the level of heat and cold.”

“But?” You squinted suspiciously at the two humans as Spock spoke again.

“I am sorry, Ensign, but you will be unable to bear children in the future, and the radiation burn scars down your neck can not be healed.” He watched you, curiously, but sympathetically, as you stared at him, before your eyes flickered to Bones and Jim.

“(Y/N)?” Jim queried, reaching for your hand. You jerked away, then looked back at him, seeing the hurt reflected in his blue eyes.

“Sorry, Captain.” You placed your hand back in his. “It is a lot to take in. Do I still have my posting on the Enterprise, sir?”

“Jim is fine, (Y/N),” he assured you, gently, “And of course. Keenser is far too attached to be letting you go, let alone Scotty.” A banging on the door punctuated his sentence, and the irritable clash of Scottish and Russian clamouring echoed into the room. 

“Speak of the devil,” Bones muttered, rolling his eyes. 

“Can I see them?” you asked, softly.

“If you’re sure?” He watched your face for any sign of disagreement, then nodded.

“Thank you.” You smiled, warmly, rearranging your position, as Jim and Spock exchanged themselves for Scotty and Chekov. 

Scotty was remarkably silent when he entered, and you weren’t sure if you trusted it, even as Chekov flapped around you.

“Pasha! Pav! I’m fine,” you soothed, grabbing Chekov’s flying hands in your own.

“You ran into ze varp core, (Y/N)!” he responded, slipping his hands out of yours and grabbing your face. “Ze. varp. core.”

“I had to, Pasha.” You pressed your hands to his, on your cheeks. “You would have done th’ exact same thing, and we all know it.” He closed his eyes, dropping his hands.

“Zat is vhat vorries me,” he sighed, opening his eyes again. “You vould do it again.”

“I dunno, Pash,” you offered, playfully, rubbing your neck, “I’m feeling like I need to nap for a week.” He rolled his blue eyes at you, ruffling your hair.

“I vill go and tell Keenser zat you are avake,” he said, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Zo I am not sure Dr McCoy vill allow him back in ze medical bay.”

“We all know even he can’t resist the combined power of yours and Keenser’s puppy dog eyes,” you informed him, warmly, as he disappeared down the corridor with one last, intense stare back at Scotty.

“Mr Scott, sir.” He still said nothing, just alternating his gaze between you and the floor.

“Nae.” He shook his head, looking up at you with brimming brown eyes.

“Scotty.” Your voice caught in your throat. “Ah’m sorry, ah didn’t– ah couldn’t lose you. Ah’m sorry, ah know yer ma CO and ah know it’s–” You cut yourself off as he stepped forward, still quiet, but shaking his head.

“Nae, lass.” He paused, hand hovering over yours, and he relaxed as you grasped his larger hand. “S’nae...I’m an auld man, lass. Ye’ve yer whole life...what if ye’d died? Ye’d’a lost errythin’, better an auld man–”

“Scotty.” Your voice was still quiet, but the firm tone snapped him into silence. “I wan’ you ta lis’en ta me clearly now. Yer no’ auld. An’ even if ye were, yer smart an’ kind an’ funny an’ yer age ain’t going to make a difference to me fallin’ fer you. Ah chose ta go intae tha’ core because I love you, auld man or no’.”

“Lass, ye can’t...”

“Don’t!” You cut him off, again holding up a hand. “I know ye’re my CO. I know s’against protocol. I dinnae need ye tae tell me tha’.”

“Ye cannae be serious.” He stared at you, brows furrowed.

“Aboot?” You folded your arms, stubbornly, and stared back at him.

“Me. This.” He flailed about the room a little. “Protocol or not, ah’m old enough tae be–” “Don’t even finish that sentence,” you warned, screwing up your face. “Unless ye wanna have the joy of picturing yourself as a father at 9 years old.”

“What?” He frowned. “Ye’re not twenty two.” “An’ here I thought ye’d read ma file,” you teased, tilting your head. “I am twenty two, as of...roughly 48 hours ago.”

“It was your birthday?!” All the calm confusion was gone now. “Ye ran intae the fookin’ warp core on yer 22nd birthday?” 

“Aye!” You winced at the noise. “Quit shoutin’!”

“Sorry. But really? It was bad enough already, then you drop this? Running intae a warp core on yer birthday.” He shook his head and flopped into the empty chair at your bedside.

“I must admit, it wasn’t my best birthday present,” you smiled, ironically, making him raise an unamused eyebrow. “But hey, no one died, so that’s always good.” He glared back at you. “Oh, come on. Ah’d rather spend half ma birthday unconscious than mournin’ yer sorry ass.” A crash interrupted Scotty’s response, before the door sizzled aggressively. You both looked over to meet the sheepish faces of Keenser, Chekov, and Jim, before they all took off running at the sound of McCoy’s voice.

“Why are we friends wi’ them?” you sighed, as the scrambling and shouting faded down the corridor.

“Aye, says th’girl who ran intae the warp core,” Scotty retorted, with a soft scoff.

[justwritingscibbles]

A Fine Welcome

Fic Request: 

“How about a fic where zombie Robbie finds nb reader, bc u smell nice he later reveals, walking ur dog and he hugs u u can barely scream bc his body pressed against u. He gets scared but it tickles and he holds u closer when Anti knocks u out. The septics freak bc "we told you to find rob not kidnap someone" but u+ur dog are treated nicely by the Septics who only keep u to make sure Anti+rob didn't hurt u, complimenting your dog that chase defo plays with and its the start of Robs first romance”

“What the hell do you mean ‘they can’t stay’? You do realise I had to knock them across the head, right? We let them go, they’re gonna start a riot somewhere.”

It was the warmth of a familiar furry body that began to stir you from the heavy sleep. The scratchy voice further stirring you from the black. The same voice you heard before something heavy struck the back of your head. 

“No! They....stay.... pup too.” Another voice spoke. It was familiar too. The scent of heavy cologne tickled your nose. The memory of a shambled walk. A violet head of hair and the sensation of being crushed by his arms. 

A hug.... one you don’t remember asking for. 

“Robbie, the dog and your new friend cannot stay.” A softer voice spoke up. Closer to you. Like they were sitting directly beside you. “We need to get them somewhere else. A hospital. O-Or a hotel.” 

“Zat vould be a mistake. Vhat if they remember Anti? Ve cannot risk letting them go. Not until ve know zey aren’t a threat to us.” 

Their words were swirling in your mind. They all sounded so similar you were sure it was just one person speaking. 

You groaned and you felt something cool press against your head. It was damp, providing a sense of ease to the discomfort behind your skull. 

The bed dipped and a wet nose prodded your cheek, followed by a whimper as the warm body moved closer to snuggle into you. 

Silence settled for a few heart-beats and you could feel the burning sensation of multiple gazes on you. 

You were beginning to worry now. 

“Friend...scared.” The slurred voice mumbled. “P-Pulse...faster.” 

“Zen they are avake.” The more heavily accented man hissed. “Ve need to decide now.” 

“No!” The damp cloth fell away as you felt the world shift. Cold arms wrapped around you and you felt your head roll onto the fabric of a shirt. That same heavy scent of cologne filled your nostrils and you forced your eyes open. Coughing weakly. You were ignored as the person holding you curled around you; almost protectively. “Friend stay!” 

Around the room, you glimpsed four men. Almost all identical in looks stare at you in defeat. 

To them, they were at a stand-still. They couldn’t tear you away from Robbie without causing a very dangerous situation. It would risk Robbie Turning, or you getting injured or panicking. 

The man with a baseball cap sighed and looked to the other three. His gaze close to pleading. 

“Let’s talk to them. They’re human after all, and they have a dog. Dog people are trust-worthy.” 

“Chase, that is so stupid even I’m surprised it came from your mouth.” The scratchy voice came from a man with a scar across his neck. His green hair messy and all over the place. His eyes a vibrant green, like they were glowing. “You do realise dog-fighting is a thing. And they consist mostly of dog-people.” 

The man, Chase, frowned and glared at the more menacing guy. But said nothing, he looked a little heartbroken. 

The arms around you tightened when Anti turned back to look at you. Meeting your confused gaze with a sharp scowl. 

“I still think Marvin should hex them.” He said after a moment. Receiving a gurgled growl from the person holding you. “Hey man, it’s not gonna hurt them. Just put them to sleep for a bit. And make them forget us.” 

“No.” Robbie snarled. Falling quiet when your dog glanced at him.

Panting happily.

Your pet was probably overjoyed to be on a bed with you. Despite the fact that there were many strange men around you and you were practically trembling with fear. (Y/D/N) didn’t care. They were probably expecting a cuddle or even a treat. 

Seeing that these guys weren’t taking you seriously yet, you decided it was time to test out your voice. Your head was pounding, you were being held hostage by a man who reeked of cheap store deodorant and you had no idea what was happening. 

“My name is (y/n). Look, I don’t know what is going on, but I promise not to tell anyone. J-Just let me go.” You were surprised by how calm you sounded. But one cold look from Anti and you were back to shaking. 

This Robbie guy moved you so he was shielding you from those neon green eyes. His teeth bared in a snarl. 

“Rob, buddy, mind explaining why you attacked this person?” The baseball cap guy, Chase, crouched beside the bed. Catching Robbie’s attention and you felt the guy instantly relax a little. 

You liked this Chase. He was more friendly and obviously knew that demanding something or arguing wasn’t going to help. 

You turned your head enough so that you could see the man that held you. 

At the park he looked horrible. His skin had been dry and flaky. Eyes dead and almost emotionless; shambling towards you like a horror film zombie. 

It had been a terrifying experience and before you could sprint off, you had been captured in his arm. After that, it was a blur. 

But here, Robbie’s skin was smooth. Despite a small cut to his lip. 

Had you done that? When you tried to fight him off? 

“Smell... nice.” Robbie said and Chase’s lips quirked in an uncertain laugh. Pressing a hand to his lips as Robbie continued. “Pup wanted...to play. (Y/n)’s hair..smelt...pretty.” 

“Oh dear fucking god, Robbie.” Anti huffed and beside him, a masked man had to hide his grin behind a cough. All of them seemed to find this a little humorous. But you were very confused. Had you been kidnapped because of your shampoo?? 

“An-i tried to... hurt them...” Robbie’s tone dipped into a growl and all eyes turned to Anti. Who quickly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. Cutting off a rising scolding from the last man in the group.

“No. No, that is not what happened! Robbie had them in a headlock! He was hugging them so tight they couldn’t breath. I was trying to remove him off them. Schneep you said so yourself; that the, uh, thingumabobs, on their neck is like they were being strangled.” 

The man who has started the scolding, Schneep, sighed heavily and nodded. Fixing his glasses to sit on his nose as he crossed his arms. 

“It iz true. (Y/n) had abbreviations around their neck and shoulders zat could be early signs of strangulation. Robbie vouldn’t have tried to kill zem. But he iz known to get.... overexcited.” 

“Robbie not hurt (y/n)!” The man’s voice sharpened and became clearer with the rising anger. But his strength increased too and you were quickly feeling the same sensation of being crushed like before. 

(Y/D/N) whined and started barking when you flailed, trying to push the man off you. Managing to dislodge the guy enough to almost knock him away.

Chase was quick to grab you and Anti glitched in behind Robbie. Peeling his arms off you and pinning him to the bed. 

“No! Let go, An-i!” Robbie screeched. His hands reaching for you as Chase escorted you out. Making soft whistle noises to your pup, who bounded after the both of you. 

Schneep slammed the door shut the moment you and your dog were free of the room. The sounds of Robbie’s cries echoed after you as Chase guided you into the kitchen. 

“I’m real sorry about this,” Chase said. Offering you a seat on a stool by the kitchen counter. “Usually Robbie is better behaved. He must really like you if he had tried to hug you in public. He’s not one for stranger interactions.” 

“To be honest we’ve met before. He was walking by my house and (y/d/n) started playing with him through the fence. I didn’t really recognise him till now.” The words tumbled from your lips as the memory flooded back. Was that why you hadn’t attacked the moment he hugged you? Did you think he was coming over to say hi?

It was still a blur. And it frustrated you trying to piece it all together. 

Chase gave you a sympathetic smile and flicked on the kettle. Preparing to make you a warm beverage. 

“To be honest, it’s kinda our fault this happened. We try to keep Robbie indoors so he doesn’t disturb anyone. But sometimes we forget to lock the doors and Robbie has a way of finding an exit out of yards. He’s an escape artist, I’m telling you. Anytime you need a way out of prison, I’d suggest going to him.” 

You chuckled and shrugged. “I’ll keep that in mind.” 

The two of you fell into an awkward silence. What were you meant to say to one of the five men that kidnapped you? 

Chase clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Scrambling to find some topic to fill the silence. 

Glancing at your dog as it pushed it nose into the trash can; almost knocking it over in it’s determination to explore the smells there. 

“Your dog is adorable. Robbie has a way with animals. They seem to love him, even when he’s Turned.” 

Suddenly realising that he shouldn’t have said that; Chase clamped his lips shut and looked at you hopefully. 

“Ignore that. Please? I don’t wanna get dragged into the scolding from Schneep when you leave. I’ve already heard the whole ‘no secrets to outsiders’ rule.” 

It was obvious that something was going on here. But they seemed like pretty cool guys. Even though, yes, they did kidnap you and seemed like they were threatening to dump you in a random location after... “hexing” you. 

But they were still to try any real threats to you. And they were half being polite.

“I promise not to tell anyone.” You said. And Chase didn’t miss the flash of fear in your eyes. He smiled softly. It reminded you a parent trying to comfort their child after a nightmare. 

It was warm and friendly. It surprisingly comforted you, even despite his next words. 

“Don’t worry. We won’t do anything to you. Robbie will make sure of it.” It was meant as a joke. But Chase was never good at those. 

After Chase made your tea and you both fell into a silent understanding that there was no more talking; you both fell into a tense quiet. 

Up until the rest of the group came out to join you both. 

The masked man and Schneep were the first to come out. Watching expectantly as Robbie and Anti followed. They looked like two kids who had been caught with their hand in a cookie jar. 

Schneep crossed his arms and nodded to you. “Apologise. Or Marvin makes you cluck.”

“Sorry~” Robbie said instantly. His gaze was gentle; matching the same gaze (y/d/n) gives you when they’ve chewed up your shoes again. “I...didn’t mean.. to hurt you....” Robbie concentrated on every syllable so his voice carried them clearly. It was obvious to you that he had some sort of speech impediment.  

Anti however glared at you and glanced away. Mumbling under his breath; too quiet for you to catch. 

The masked guy, Marvin you guessed, rolled his eyes and withdrew a wand from his cloak. He waved it once and Anti’s eyes widened as his lips opened and a loud chicken like “cluck” burst from his mouth. 

Robbie giggled as Anti muffled the rest of the series of chirps and clicks. Eyes shining like sparks of green hell-fire as Marvin returned his wand to his cloak.

“Louder this time.” Marvin said and Anti groaned. 

Head bowed and shoulders slumped, Anti stuffed his hands into his jeans and forced through clamped teeth. “I’m. Sorry....for kidnapping you.” 

You didn’t really know how to respond to that. But you smiled and nodded. 

“I, uh, forgive you. Just... don’t do it again.” 

“Ve can promise zat,” Schneep said. His gaze turning to you; hardening as he continued. “Only if you promise us zat you vill not share vhat happened here. Ve mean no harm. But ve vill if you push-” 

“No!” Again, Robbie’s arms caged you against his chest. Almost pulling you off your chair as Robbie hugged you tight against him. “No hurt, (y/n).” 

You chuckled at the collective groans from the other men. This was probably something that happened often. Not to strangers, but it did look like Robbie liked to take hold of someone and not let go. This was further showed through the exasperated tone Chase had. 

“Robbie, we aren’t going to hurt them. We just want to make sure they don’t spill the beans on us. Alright.” 

“They...promised.” Robbie snapped. His hold much more careful now he had you again. He didn’t want to hurt you anymore then he already had. “They...friend.” 

“Alright, alright. Look Robbie, just let them go and we can talk, ok?” Marvin smiled under his mask. Hoping to coax his brother into releasing you. 

But Robbie shook his head, his bottom lip trembling a little and everyone tensed when his eyes began to turn grey. 

“Uh, Rob, it’s ok. You can stay with them until we work it out. It’s ok.” Chase moved closer and Robbie continued to shake his head. He was trembling and you didn’t like the small whimpers that were slipping out of his chest. It was sad.

You reached up and squeezed his fingers. Hushing him gently. 

“Hey, it’s ok Robbie. I’m not going to leave yet. We can sort this out, ok? Let go and you can sit with me.” 

“Robbie...can’t.” The violet haired man whimpered. And everyone froze, expecting the worse. His eyes turning down to you and your heart nearly broke upon seeing the distraught expression he was wearing. “Robbie...stuck.” 

You weren’t sure what that meant, but everyone around you started to laugh. Chase covered his face with his hat as Marvin shook his head, his shoulder shaking from his cackles. 

Anti wore a grin of dark amusement as he came closer and took a seat next to you. 

“Better get use to it. He’s a zombie. Robbie get’s rigor-mortis whenever he stays in a certain position for too long. So get comfortable. Because he can stay that way for hours.” 

“.... What do you mean he’s a zombie?!”

[tamaraswift3-blog]

I'm thrilled to announce the arrival of a new realm. Novus is a modern day realm, still filled with the characters you have followed from the Sengoku Visions Series but in a modern day setting.

Intrinsically linked to The Sanctuary and all manner of magic and creatures, it follows the reincarnations of three of the most powerful clan Lords, Takeda Harunobu (Lord Shingen), Oda Nobunaga (!) and Captain Uesugi Kensi (A female version of Lord Kenshin), along with many new characters.

Tamara Swift and her beloved Zane (Lord Nobuzane) find themselves at Snake Mountain Reservation in North America, which also turns out to be a hot spot for dragons and immortals such as Zachary "Bod" Knight, Ryssa, Izanis and Azuriah, and come directly under the scrutiny of a CIA special task force based in Langley.

Kensi plies the oceans on The Star of Echigo, a marine research vessel which is part of The Planet Project, funded by Takeda Corp, but what exactly is the research behind the noble cause?

Nobunaga, the CEO of Oda Industries also is the Director of The Iga Farm, an underground training centre for the darkest of shadows, run by the Tengu demon brothers Akuyrō and Akumu, whilst their third sibling, Akujin, has settled in New York, a prestigious art dealer with some black market jewel smuggling on the side.

At The Sanctuary, it has been almost 250 years since the battle with Kōshi Tsuzo, who recovers hidden in the Arioch Mountains, Shai, The Lady of Time continues to mend the damaged time threads, Kalanar is still clearing rift space from Kōshi Tsuzo's creatures, and Lord Erynion has much to heal within Parvale Forest, as almost a third of the Great Tree Spirit's presence was devasted in the battle, the elves still mourning, along with their beloved Great Red.

Peaceful? Idyllic? Pfft, hardly...

With the emergence of an Avak resonance stone, Kōshi Tsuzo is drawn along the timeline to find its power, and fully recovered, he's more than ready to take on those who would try to stop him... It will take both the human realm and The Sanctuary working together, but spread across the globe, can they manage to before he makes the modern timeline his own?

Novus is a global collaboration project between writers and role players with the view to publishing a series of books. You can find us on Twitter, and we will soon be offering a Novus platform to the public on other platforms, as well as our closed Facebook group, Sanctus Novus where we offer help and support to those writers and role players looking to publish away from fanfiction with their original characters.

At present, most of our writing is in dm locations, although we are offering "Timeline Scenes" for you to get to know the characters, which welcome comments at the end. Pop by and meet us! Over the next few weeks I'll be posting some of the character's stats here too!

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