#night gaurd

[cursedonanotherlevel]

Tah-da finished at turning @galaxysugarr into a security gaurddd, I got the idea for solar over on the discorddd

[threepandas]

Bad End: Restructuring

The blast doors on my office were stronger then the ones on most bunkers. They matched the one's on the company dorms AND my personal rooms. Thing is? They weren't designed to hold out forever. In fact, I was pretty sure they were a pretty bit of security theater, just to let us fleshys feel safe.

We weren't.

Not a single moment of a single day.

The pay was unmatched. But then again, it'd HAVE to be, with the mortality rate. The morbidity rate on top, too. You didn't take a job like this unless you were crazy. Or, you know, desperate. College loans, man. They get you over a barrel and don't let up. But a few years of this? I'd be clear an free~

Few MORE years? I'd ever have a tasty little nest egg to fall back on, in case of emergencies. I just... you know, had to play it smart. Be really, REALLY careful.

No slacking off. No getting comfortable. Vigilance and best manners. Then we all get to go home alive. Because what's out there? In the Labs? Those guys can pop diamonds like we crush packing peanuts. Highest grade, fancy ass, metal bars of specialty blend metals? Tied up in pretty little bows.

They may LOOK like some sort of waifish boy band... but God, they are NOT. They are really, REALLY not. And their "personality" matrix program thingies? Apparently still a work in progress. A LONG work in progress.

People have fucking DIED.

But does management care? Of course not. Pay out some life insurance. "It was an accident on the job". And "of COURSE steps will be taken to insure to never happens again". Ha! My ass, it is. And my ass, they are. They aren't doing SHIT. Nor are they GOING too. They're in too deep with this project, whatever it is. And us?

Well WE'RE expendable.

Just the cost of doing business.

I watch bleeding edge technology move like dancers, room to room. The wall of screen lighting up my cramped little office. The mini-fridge hums and the fan whirrs, filling the silence. I try to spot FM-036 on one of the screens. I can't find him and it makes me nervous.

He might be hiding. Trying to be polite, in his own way. Since there was an incident.

I FUCKING TOLD Ric not to call them "it"! I TOLD him! It aggravates them. Provokes. You don't DO that with something... some ONE, with that much physical power. 36 put their fist through his SHOULDER. And the God damned wall! He might LOSE his arm, which? Given their ability to calculate better then most supercomputers?

Was probably the point.

I notice one of the androids messing with a computer in a lab. Fuck. I lean forward, hating drawing their attention but knowing I have to do my damn job. I press on the speaker system for that room after a quick glance at the ID on their jumpsuit.

"FM-047, could you please not touch that? I know you are aware that you are not supposed to tamper, meddle, or otherwise engage with the researchers notes or electronics."

The android stop typing. Their head rolling up and to the side to look directly at the camera, their body perfectly still. The angle borders on impossible. Almost owlish, nearly snake like. All perfectly smooth movements effortlessly controlled. Joint not limited by human designs. His face is bemused. Pleasant.

"Of course, night gaurd. My mistake. Thank you for correcting me." He replies, something almost like laughter, nearly like mocking, but not quite, in his smooth voice. They always sound like they are... HUMORING us. Working around us.

It sends a jolt of cold fear though my veins.

I... I REALLY hate talking to the androids.

Pity, they seem to like talking to ME.

"I was unaware you were on shift tonight. I will update the others. It's good to hear your voice again, you seemed nervous, last time we spoke."

Yeah. Because you were asking PERSONAL QUESTIONS. Oh, sure, they had dressed them up as "We're so CURIOUS about Humans~☆" but I wasn't an IDIOT. You Did NOT, under ANY circumstances, try to bond with the machines. NO chatting. That was lesson number one from my trainer.

And Frank? Frank had seen too many "but THIS time it's DIFFERENT! We're FWIENDS~!" Incidents end in unspeakable carnage. Lost too many noobies. We DO NOT chat! With the machines!!! DO. NOT.

"Ah~, you made her nervous again, FM-047" came from a different screen. I flinched. Jerked back so I could see it. Oh god. "Besides, I told you. The calculations showed she wasnt going anywhere. The 'money' is too good."

The androids had stopped. Turned, in some cases unnaturally, to stare up at the cameras. At me. It was a blatant show of how interconnected they were. How distance meant nothing to them. How... how enmeshed they were, in the Lab's systems.

COULD they see me?

I didn't want to know. I NEEDED not to know. If only so I could continue to sleep at night.

They smiled, clearly hoping I'd engage. I wanted to. God did I want too. Wanted to demand "what calculations" and for them to STOP looking at me like that. But I didn't. With tense muscles I careful lifted my finger from the speaker system's button and leaned back. Crossed my arms like I was hugging myself.

Do. Not. Engage.

Remember what Frank taught you.

My... my office felt so claustrophobic. Painfully small. Across the screens before me, matching faces huffed laughs of condescending amusement. Some out right DID laugh. Bright and mean noises that echoed in silence of the night.

Humans? Frank had observed (and I kinda had to agree) were beneath them, in their minds. Flawed little flesh creatures. Annoying. It was something the scientists were trying to correct. Pretty sure they fucked up. Badly. And long, long ago.

Watching over these guys? Felt like watching over a sea of identical demons. Pretty, cruel, and incapable of human understanding. Fond of tormenting the nearest human for sport.

"Tell us, night gaurd, are you afraid?"

Oh that's just PETTY. Fucking cliché as shit, too. I mean, YES, obviously. But STILL. And... and you know what? Fuck it! Frank, gave me his number for a reason! I scramble for my belt. The communicator there. It barely rings.

"Mph, m'awake! Wus happin' kid? Come on, talk to me."

I ramble. Knees dragged up on my chair, curled in a ball. Frank's low, old man, rumble a soothing focal point. These guys are so creepy. I HATE that they KNOW that. Gleefully will TRY to be, sometimes. Can BACK IT UP.

"Hey, hey. I'll stay on the line, okay? You just need to make it to morning shift. They're are creepy lil shits, but they can't get past the doors. I'll come get you myself, okay? Walk you right back to the dorms. You're going to be okay, sweetheart."

I nod, even though I know the old man can't see me. Manage to crackle out a "Mmmhmm". The androids haven't stopped staring. The worst part? Is they realistically DONT HAVE TOO. Can stay, perfectly still, like statues... forever, if they wish.

Watching.

With those "I'm laughing at you" grins. That "aaaw, how PATHETIC" expression. As though I were a wretched little animal to be observed. I ask Frank to tell me about his new show. It's... it's something about socialites, right? Historical? He's glad too. Filling my office with the sound of his voice. It's gonna be a long shift.

I don't notice, high up on the wall, near the back of my office?

A security camera that I do not control. It's red light on.

The company has to be sure it's employees aren't slacking, after all! Aren't up to no good! But don't worry, THAT camera is connect to a database the androids shouldn't be able to access! Because we told them not too.

And THAT'S IT.

No one will learn of the security breach until its far, far too late.

Now? They watch as I watch them.

And it's just the beginning.

[duck-noises]

ya ya bi kratos is cool and all that, but may i suggest bi brok?🧐

[ineffectualbookseller]

This picture is either currently being used as a bookmark in one of the books that NEVER leaves Aziraphale's desk, or is carefully clipped into the Bentley's sun visor. Neil needs to tell me which in season 3

[doecrossing]

went to gay bars w my girl last night ♡ got sexually harassed by a man who followed us outside but I was too drunk to care (scary) (she cared tho) (got home safe) (it was character building)

[stardustdiiving]

You know perilous trails was a good quest when it singlehandedly improved Xiao’s fanon characterization by at least 50%. It seemed like more people began to realize that Xiao is far less of an edgy tsundere who’s snappy to everyone because he has #issues and far more like this tormented stray cat who stares at you from the secluded corner he won’t leave in the most poorly socialized and tense way imaginable when you try to coax him into approaching you because he is clearly starving and all alone in the rain and cold. He bristles defensively and bats at you if you get too close but every time you walk away and then look back you see he’s discreetly following you and is now staring at you intently from the bushes

[tadpoles-and-daydreams]

hi hi! kinda new to the helpol crowd so i was wondering: what is it like when a deity contacts you? do you see an image of them? hear a voice in your head? or do you have thoughts that are distinctly not your own? are their messages more direct or indirect? what are the messages usually about? how do you feel when you recieve them? which deity do you get contacted by the most?

Heyo! So, first, obligatory UPG disclaimer: this is all only my own experience, and has no basis in mythology or anything like that. Also for the sake of transparency; I'm not a Hellenic Polytheist. If you've been around my blog and you vibe with the way I work with deities, then cool! But I do feel the need to say that I'm a witch who works primarily with Hellenic deities (and then there's Loki) so I don't follow the same traditions as some of the helpol community! (The best example being the concept of miasma. Some helpol people swear by it, others don't, and as for me it makes me wildly uncomfortable.)

Disclaimer aside, I'll just answer all these as best I can! Thank you for the ask^^

When it comes to how exactly I receive whatever they're saying, I feel like it's... a weird mix of all of your examples. Sometimes, especially if I'm not particularly tuned in, it's absolutely a thought that just isn't my own. Sometimes I even mistake it for my own at first, and then go "I have absolutely no reason to think that what the hell was that about-?" (ex. naming Loki's playlist "Loki's shit music taste" or giving an offering that has no association with them, pausing bc what the hell no, and then realizing that was them.) Other times I get words and images, although now that I think about it I'm not sure they have distinct voices? I "hear" them in my head, and some of them have clear voices sometimes, but it just depends on how I'm feeling. They essentially communicate however I'm able to receive it at the moment.

I feel like right now, it's more direct than indirect. Obviously this isn't the case for everyone, and I feel the need to say that it's not something anyone should ever feel bad about. It's not better, it's just different. As for what they talk about when they do... uh, everything? I don't know how to word it any better XD Sometimes it's about offerings, sometimes about genuinely serious stuff, but usually it's just... them popping in because they have something to say about whatever I'm doing. My work with them is fairly casual, so it ranges from "YOOOOOO your sleep schedule is so good right now I'm so proud!" to literal memes and no I'm not joking. But that's less the Hellenic deities I work with and more Loki.

(Although, I am reminded that Aphrodite and Loki are an absolutely wild comedic duo. They all do have a sense of humor lol.)

So for the most part, as weird as it might seem since I'm talking about deities that a lot of people view as above humanity, I.... just feel like I'm talking to friends most of the time. Maybe parental figures, since I literally call Hades and Persephone my "underworld parents" lol. For the most part, it's just a nice feeling like chatting with someone I know and care for and that I know cares for me.

And last but not least, right now Loki- although I know they're not a Hellenic deity, so they may not be the answer you were looking for lol- is the most active in my life. They're very loud, very much so prone to the clearest signs and clearest direct communication as well. Apollo and Aphrodite are a close second, though. Apollo has been fucking thrilled that I'm starting to finally successfully change my sleep schedule, and Aphrodite has really been nudging me towards self-care lately.

[grimdarkmage]

Laios autistic hearing CONFIRMED

[thomas-farrelly-2004]

be workin' da nightshift at freddy fazbear's

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐕𝐈

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Been awhile… but they return.

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You take another day off of work, feeling entirely… ‘overwhelmed’ with your thoughts and need to take a trip to the grocery store to cool off with the mini marines joining of course.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

+@c-u-c-koo-4-40k.

TW // None.

|°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| |°ɪᴄʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴀᴏ3°| |°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°| • {Chapter V} • {Chapter VII}

The last doctor visit had you on edge for a while. You didn’t feel like you wanted to risk stepping outside of your own home, but you knew you had to. You had to provide for your little marines as well as yourself, and the household. Which you have plans on moving out of. You had no intention to stay with Sharon any longer when she brings random people into the home. Especially not with the little marines. You were not having your head on a pike for that.

So, you braved yourself. You took a deep breath with your marines in hand and exited the home; briskly walking out to your car. Intent to make it to the grocery store and buy some food and maybe some necessities for the house as you had gone low in stock after camping out in the house for a few days. Only going out for work. The paranoia of that Dr. Ryker seeming, maybe watching you getting to you.

I mean, how could he be so accurate in asking if you had any troubles at home? If you had any bad relationships, roommates? That is what throws you off more when you think about it over and over again.

How did he possibly know you had a roommate?

Not only that, but the way he talked about the little marines. His tone was not one of interest or a person willing to help. It was almost like he wasn’t even trying to sound like a doctor. Well, with you anyway. You can just feel, sense that he acts differently with other people like a sixth sense.

So, why you? Why were you any different? Why were you getting the… weird hate of that doctor? Is it because you had the little marines with you? Was it because you can tell he has this weird interest in you? Perhaps… he had an interest in you beforehand? Before you had even met the doctor.

Now that, sends a shiver down your spine. Your hands tightening around the wheel of your vehicle. What if the doctor had an interest in you beforehand and wanted to get up and close with you like a serial killer? You certainly haven’t seen that man around town before… it could be a logical overthinking, or you just really needed to stop watching those crime shows with your little marines…

You sigh to yourself, thinking that maybe it. Your hands untightening from the wheel to move it around so you can turn into the parking lot of the grocery store. Your eyes carefully watching the mirrors of your vehicle just in case… can never be too careful. Sometimes the gut is always right.

Parking your vehicle in an available spot, you turn off your ignition and look down to your little marines in the front passenger seat. Their forms rather quiet… probably thinking you were bringing them to the apothecary again when you told them you were going to the grocery store, and you were not going alone. You honestly and somehow feel safe enough with the little guys despite their very, very small presence. You wanted them to be at least your senses where you can’t well… sense as well as they could. You wanted to feel safe as your paranoia had gone through the roof since the time at the doctors.

It seems as if you were more affected than your marines were, and they definitely picked up on it.

They questioned you from the start: when you have driven home from the apothecary. Your eyes were always looking up and at the side mirrors, your hands tightening around the wheel like some… stress ball. Even at home you were… afraid, they had pronounced it. You were more jumpy than usual; you didn’t leave the house. Even if Sharon brought over her one-night stands and screeched like a Xenos. You refused to leave, but you also refused to let them down. You were… sacrificing yourself, in a way, for them. Powering through your paranoia for them so they could rest peacefully through those awful one-night stands: Using your body, blankets, anything you could find to help them. Bringing them rather delicious (a bit low-quality) foods to them first before you ate yourself. Always being by their side even when you don't need to be… of course they notice it. How could they not? Saveth tried to repay you by hunting down one of those spiders in the vents. (Which you were not very thrilled about.)

You sigh again, moving to gently pick up the marines and bringing them up to your shoulders as they find their spots. Not once fighting over a peculiar spot like they usually do. They simply watch and softly chirp at one another, trailing your movements and body language down to one another as you move well… anywhere. Including getting out of your vehicle. Chirps and low rumbles coming from them, communicating to one another about how you twist and turn a lot, looking for a threat that isn’t even there before you lock the doors of your vehicle twice. A third time when you walk a few paces away; closer to the store. (That was truthfully not the Apothecary.)

The grocery store sliding doors open up, revealing the entrance of the store with the classic shopping carts and baskets. The scent of fresh baked bread and dust greeting your sense of smell as you walk in. Your hand swiftly gathering up a basket as you didn’t plan to stock the house if there were just going to be some random, untrustworthy people that would just eat it when they look like they can afford a meal themselves. A meal that would be way more expensive than yours.

You, however, feel a bit more comfortable within a disclosed place with cameras. You were less tense than out in the open where your vehicle is as there weren't many people out on this gray, cloudy day. Although, it didn’t compare to the safety of your home. Where you knew where everything was just in case someone would try to test you of your resolve in your own home: a ground you know well of.

Walking down one of the isles randomly because you really didn’t know what to cook… (or you just didn’t want to go back into the vulnerable open.) your eyes catch the labeling of some good priced white rice. Your hands extending for it as you look at its contents before putting it in your basket and moving on. Perhaps you can make some stir-fry? A fajitas chicken bowl? Or maybe you can just do a classic cheese sandwich and tomato soup? Or a baked potato with some meat on top? The possibilities are endless, but the classics always bring you right back in.

Going to the meat selection, you spot an… Alpha legionnaire looking down at the meat, but you pay them no mind. Any being has the right to stare down at the meat like they just want to eat it raw, then and there… You do, however, give them a slight nod when they look over and notice you, the Adeptus Astartes always so alert of their surroundings, and perhaps staring at you enough to make you a bit uncomfortable before they turn and simply leave, never getting anything on their way out.

It was a weird experience, but nothing like with the doctor. You would prefer to be stared down by an Adeptus Astartes then be paranoid of a doctor at this point. It just might be a safer option.

Looking down at the meat yourself. You can’t decide if you wanted to do beef or chicken with your stir-fry, or maybe just go for a vegan option as some of the fruits and vegetables were on sale… for a good price too. Strawberries covering chocolate sounded really good…

Damn, why was figuring out what to eat so hard?

“What about you?” You suddenly ask your little marines, pointing at some chicken in packaging. Wanting their opinion because you couldn’t choose what you would like to eat as they eat what you eat. “Chicken or beef?”

At first, the marines were a bit confused on what you were asking them. Looking at each other before they realized what you were asking them. Their tiny forms perking up and chittering up at you, giving their own inaudible response. Pointing down at the meats they would want or try before scowling at one another for choosing the different thing.

“Calm down, calm down…” You quietly sigh as if you’re some tired mother with their children. Moving your hand up to pat the one that causes the most ruckus, and not because they were arguing. Which ends up being Saveth because you can feel how his claws prick at your fingers. They are lighter than Sarvaks’ as his “attacks” are deeper, brutal; punishing if he were bigger. Scarab feels like he kinda hesitates to touch your skin, and Atheloca feels dull, but leaves a strange ache after he touches you. Not like a burning or hot sensation, just… weird one. It does go away after an hour or two.

Saveth hisses lightly at you when you do pat him, disliking of you pinning the blame on him, but he doesn’t really… reject you either. He can sense your fear, your paranoia: all of them can, but the tiny Night Lord is more prone to it, and he doesn’t like it. That he’s not the source. Not like he would want to scare you. Maybe give a loving spook here and there, but this is different. He— they don’t like how vulnerable it’s making you feel. That you don’t feel protected.

“Oh, hush you.” You huff at the small, hissing Night Lord, grasping him a little and shaking him. All while making sure you're being gentle; you didn’t want no broken fingers and have your shards of bone being used as some decoration… “You know you’re the most troublesome.”

Oh, he sure does. So, to enhance his status he grasps at your fingers and holds onto them tightly. Not enough to cut the blood flow, but enough to make you know that you’re going to have to work for your own fingers to use them again. To even move your hand away from him or else he would just dangle from them.

You jump when someone calls your name however, your fingers giving a strong twitch that Saveth hisses at you again for. Practically telling you to stop such foolish squirming, he is loving grasping your fingers. Stop tensing too, you're doing that too much…

“My! I haven’t seen you in a while!” A familiar, feminine voice greats you while you turn stiffly to see who just gave you the jump scare of your life. Your eyes landing on a lady with hazel eyes, long light brown hair, bracelets on her wrists…

Ah, she was the receptionist from the apothecaries. A woman you believe you can trust as she gave a vibe of… innocence? Around her? Or was it a strong sense of protection? Either way, you have a feeling you would like this lady out of the workspace or in.

“How are the little ones doing?” She asks, cooing and keeping her distance as she spots a few of them on your shoulder: Atheloca and Scarab. Her pointer finger wiggling at them.

“They are… doing well.” You respond quietly, your eyes looking behind the lady. Spotting an always towering Salamander looking over the isles, its red visor landing in your area before ever casually making their way over.

“They do look well.” She returns, straightening herself up. Her hands going to her hips, making the bracelets on her wrist jingle. The big Salamander stepped in behind her, looking down at the tiny group. More specifically the little marines on your shoulders, his helmet tilting slightly. “I did not know you were in town, haven’t seen you at all.”

“I’ve been… camping out at home.” You answer back as honestly as you can, you didn’t want to say you were afraid of coming out of your own home just because you were paranoid. That was like saying you were afraid of your own shadow. “Roommate can be a bit… messy. Plus, little marines? Didn’t want anything bad happening to them.”

“Camping out at your home is… not healthy you know. I hope you have been getting out.” She states rather than questioning you, tilting her head slightly. Folding her arms while you can feel the tiny weight of Saveths body come off from holding your hand as one of the marines climb up to the top of your head, probably getting a good look at the Salamander that dares to come close.

“For work purposes and when I need a simple walk around the block, yes.” You say, nodding your head slightly. Hearing how whoever is on the top of your head (probably Saveth or Sarvak) hissing up at the Salamander who deeply rumbles amusingly in return, gaining the attention of the woman.

“Ah! Right, this is my Salamander.” She exclaims, gesturing to the Salamander behind her. The helmet of the Salamander looking down at her before looking back at you which you give a nod of a greeting. “Battle-brother, Mosei.”

“Hello.” You greet verbally, nodding slightly again at the Salamander, mentally making sure the little marine on your head doesn’t fall off. Though, now you know your suspicions were right when you entered the apothecary’s building and assumed she was bonded to a Salamander with how her wrists were decorated. Makes you question if there were other suspicions you were right on…

“Also, where are my manners?” She gasps out, realizing something. Her own hand extending out for you to take. “Apologies, my name is Mya.”

You blink, staring at her hand for a second before taking it, giving it a gentle shake. Also giving your name, even if she probably knows it considering she had files of the marines and expected you to come in when you had brought them into the apothecary. Though, it was still good manners to give your name because, maybe, they didn’t read your name but just your file?

A little growl comes up from the top of your head, sounding like a frustrated, angry squeak. Tiny weight shifting on top of your head and you're almost amused by it yourself. Your hand coming up to gently grasp at whoever dares to challenge a non-threat clearly bigger: Mosei, who thankfully, is a Salamander and is just as amused more than anything. His green helmet tilting in all directions; downward at the mini marines.

“Feisty little things, huh?” Mya coos again, wiggling her fingers at them. Completely enamored with their tiny anger while you bring down your hand: grasped with a mini marine from the top of your head. Figuring out that it was Sarvak being huffy and puffy which honestly was no surprise to you. He was a bit… territorial.

“Yeah, but they mean… good.” You mumble, feeling how the mighty Sarvak wiggles in your hand, wanting to be free from your confining grasp. He just wants to defend you, dammit!

“I’m sure they do.” She hums, nodding before turning back to Mosei. Straightening up her back. “Can we have some mini marines?”

The Salamander seems to freeze up at her request, his own armored form straightening up. Nothing but a quiet breath coming out of Mosei. Did he perhaps mistake what she was asking of him?

“Ah, don’t worry about it.” Mya brushed off her ask quickly, dismissing her words with a hand. Turning her attention back to you. “A little marine like these ones would be a rarity as your guys are not supposed to be this size. Would you like my number?”

You blink again. You, yourself, registering what she has asked of you before you slowly nod. Why not have her number? Maybe you can get some good tips and prices from her? Maybe you can ask what to avoid in the apothecary’s when the time comes? Also, to have her as a friend when… Sharon wasn’t really your friend.

Mya nods back at you, turning around in her spot. Trying to figure out how she actually would give you her number while your attention goes down to the tiny World Eater in your grasp, chirping and hissing up at you. Trying to use all the tactics he knows to get out of your grasp and have at it at the Salamander. Throwing his tiny form about, hissing at Mosei too. No doubt cursing at him in their lil’ own language.

Mosei: amused, only rumbles a laugh at the red, mini marine, angering the little guy further as you have to grasp him a bit more tightly to keep him from launching at the Salamander. Your hand moving closer to your chest to keep him pinned there, close to you. Calming him just a bit, your scent washing over him while he reduces to grumbles and mumbles, clutching at your hand. One day, he will be able to challenge whoever he deems to deceive you without you interfering.

“Here you go.” Mya gains your attention once more, her hand extending to you with a card between her fingers. “I have forgotten they give us a business card to show people and Astartes alike, but I have written my home phone on the back of it.”

“Oh, thank you.” Extending your own, free hand (nought of a grumpy World Eater. Though, with a basket in the crook of your elbow.) You take the card the best you can and flip it with your fingers, liking the bumpy, yet smooth texture of the business card. It was strangely sensational.

“No problem!” She says with glee, perking up in her spot. “You can call me whenever! Even if you need help with the little marines.”

Nodding at her offer, you keep the business card in hand, not wanting it to slip out of your basket. Watching how she turns back at Mosei, making sure that he was okay after he hadn’t moved for a while, and you took that as your que to go back to shopping. Needing to get stuff before it gets dark as you didn’t feel exactly keen on driving back home at night. Not only that but your paranoia…

Quickly looking around the grocery store for more ingredients for a stir-fry, baked potato and a cheese sandwich (the options being indecisive.) The mini marines slowly settle themselves once more while you figured you could hide your tiny bit of stock for a bit of the week. You really didn’t want to come back within the week, if you could, to get anything more. That feels like you were just pushing your luck.

Picking up a block of real cheese as your final purchase. You head over to the cashier, standing in line for a second before checking yourself out, paying for your groceries and swiftly heading out into the parking lot. Using both of your hands to hold your bags while the little marines keep themselves sat on your shoulders and collarbone.

The growing cold of the night bites at the layers of your clothing while you walk out. The gray skies turning a bit darker, showing you the day was slowly coming to an end for a tomorrow to rise. Your warm breath creating a slight cloud, and you briefly wonder if the winter was coming before the hairs on your neck rise. Your form just stopping at the trunk of your vehicle. Your heartbeat picking up.

Do you dare to look around? Do you risk it? Should you just simply put in the groceries as if no one was watching you? No, you need to look around. Not for the safety of you, but the safety of the marines.

So, you look up. Your head turning in all directions as you scan every horizon around you. Not caring if your fingers ache while you hold the bags… You needed that confirmation that you were not being followed.

However, you find nothing but yourself, and it feels like you were just having some horrible dream: a nightmare. It feels as if you were getting sucked in a spat out of something full and made of fear, anxiety. You’re not sure for how long you can continue to ignore your gut…

Though, you continue on. Breathing out with a slow exhale then inhale. Putting a bag of groceries on the ground of the parking lot so you can open the trunk of your vehicle and put the rest of the groceries inside before putting the bag you disregarded in the vehicle too. Your form briskly walking to the drivers’ seat of your vehicle, entering it, taking a seat, closing the door and locking it the whole vehicle, twice.

Perhaps, you were just tired? You haven’t been sleeping very well either… Yeah, that has to be it… You were just tired.

You were just tired.

[jinxed-fates]

youd think after 2 or so years of the same panic attack almost every night id simply realize the Bad Thing wont happen. this is not the case

[ohmysatan42]

I was part a theatrical version of Gaurds! Gaurds! (It was brilliant, one of the best experiences of my life and all that jazz) but when our dragon read this line on opening night, not long after our counties elections, it really hit me. Pratchett is brilliant in a way that is timeless. I could write essays on him (I have)

This feels relevant.

[kittenkes]

I guess I need a scary guard dog person with me at all times to yell at people who are mean to me.

My friend ordered pizza to my place and I answered the door, and the delivery driver yelled at me for not being more specific where my building was (the address is plastered across the front of the building mind you- plain for all to see. Not sure what is difficult to find. There's also only like 5 small buildings).

I just feel like an easy target for mean people. Always the emotional punching bag.

Anyways, I'm taking guard dog applications.

[maladaptiveobsession]

“Magic pocket pussy”

Synopsis: DOL NPCS acquiring a magical pocket pussy synced to you.

Contains: afab!gn!reader, discipline, multi penetration, noncon, overstimulation, somnopihlia, toys

Words: 588

A/N: I only differentiated yandere!sirris from his normal conterpart as he is the only character I can imagine having drastically different behavior for this particular prompt. You can’t convince me Gwylan isn’t cooking up magic (probably illicit substances as well) in their shop. Something about them feels underlined with nefarious intent. I’d like to flesh out this concept with some of the characters at some point; there’s so much nuance and potential.

Abuses the hell out of it

With access to your cunt at all times, your pussy will be consistently puffy and raw from abuse. He’s stuffing you with cock whenever the urge strikes, torturing you with toys when his dick can’t keep up with his libido. He purposely teases you at inconvenient times. Watching you struggle to maintain composure in public is his favorite pastime. Most nights you wake up to the feeling of an invisible cock dragging along your gummy walls. If for whatever reason he can’t torment you at night, the pocket pussy is being stuffed with a vibrator so you wake up drenched in the morning. He’ll insert random objects throughout the day of various sizes and shapes, all to watch you squirm. Sometimes he’ll cram the largest dildo he can find inside to see you waddle around town in discomfort. He’s likely to fill the silicone hole with a dildo or vibrator of some sort—possibly both or even multiple of each—and then fuck you for real with the toys still inside. Really though, seeing your reactions is his favorite part of all. While your real pussy will always reign supreme, there’s a charm to watching you break apart without even actually touching you. The fleshlight is just so convenient.

➥ Anxious Gaurd, Briar, Kylar, C!Sydney, Leighton, Morgan, Quinn, Scarred Inmate, Whitney, Wren, yan!Sirris

Generally only when you’re not available

He doesn’t usually care for toys (why bother when he has you), but this one is an exception. It’s hardly a replacement for the real thing, but he can at least admit the convenience is alluring. It’s not all too often it gets used, but there are times when he misses you and can’t resist. It’s just so easy to punish you for being away for too long or simply to remind you of them. He could always just shove a vibrator inside and forget about it if he feels like it. Watching you fall apart without touching you proves enjoyable, as well. There’s a possibility he could even order a custom dildo, a replica of his length, to stuff the silicone cunt with, so you seek them out sooner. No chance you can forget about him when you can’t even sit. This opens the possibility of double stuffing you using only their dick. The longer you avoid them, the less patience and willpower they’ll have, therefore being less likely to wait.

➥ Alex, Avery, Bailey, Black Wolf, Eden, Great Hawk, Gwylan, Harper, Landry, Methodical Gaurd, Niki, Relaxed Gaurd, Remy, Veteran Gaurd, Zephyr

Only once in a moment weakness

He’s rather unlikely to use any toy, let alone a magical onahole. Just owning the thing feels like a breach of trust, but they can’t risk having it fall into anyone else’s hands. It sits in a drawer, hidden away until he eventually forgets about it. It’s not until he’s humping a pillow in the pitch dark of his room that he remembers it exists. He’ll scold himself, suddenly too ashamed to feel horny. Days will go by, constantly plagued by curiosity. When he finally concedes, apologies will spill from his lips as he rocks his hips into the silicone. It feels so good, and he wonders if you’re feeling the same. More than that, he wonders if the real thing—the real you—feels this good. His orgasm is the most intense he’s ever felt, electricity taking over him and his essence flooding the silicone imitation of you. The post-nut clarity is potent, mortifying. He’ll avoid you for some time after that, unable to even look you in the eye for even longer. Shame creeps along his spine like a parasite, vowing never to lose control like that again. Below the guilt, desire grows and bites at his willpower. Who knows how long it’ll be before he gives in again?

➥ Charilie, Darryl, Doren, P!Sydney, Jordan, Mason, Mickey, River, Robin, Sam, Sirris, Winter,

Bonus

The likely creator of said pocket pussy

➥ Gwylan

[somewheresomber]

Concept; a post-apocalyptic scenario (zombies) set in a girl's prison. It's giving Lord of the Flies. It's giving found family, the eventual separation and subsequent reuniting of fan favorites.

[im-so-normal-iswear]

I got new request for you! Hopfully this one wasn't as crazy as my last one. How does the triple S hedgehog boys react to their lover sleep talks?

Can be first time and how they deal with it over time.

Triple s x reader

Sonic:

Sonic was completely off gaurd the furst time it happened. He was over at your house crashing on your couch for the night. You fell asleep first, as soon as you sat down on the couch you fell asleep, he decided to stay up for a little longer. He flipped through channels on your tv.

He hears mumbles from you and assumed you were trying to tell him something, so he leaned in, only to realize you were dead asleep.

"Wait, are you…talking in your sleep?" he whispers, more to himself, as he raised an eyebrow.

Your mumbles were completely incoherent at first. But after a but sonic slowly started to peice together strings of barely coherent sentences. He tries not to laugh too loudly when you suddenly mutter something about "being too flammable" and "the fridge being haunted." It’s too ridiculous to ignore, and Sonic, being the teasing type, pulls out his phone and records a snippet to show you later.

Your words are incoherent at first, a mix of jumbled sentences and half-formed thoughts.

As time goes on, Sonic starts noticing that your sleep-talking isn’t just random, it sometimes reflects your dreams. If you’ve had a particularly eventful day, your mutterings often reference things you both did together. He thinks it’s adorable how you unconsciously process your adventures, sometimes even calling out his name in your sleep.

One night, you mumble, "Sonic…don’t eat all the popcorn…" while snuggling closer to him. He smirks and responds,"Don’t worry, I saved you some!" even though you’re not awake to hear it.

Over time, Sonic develops a habit of engaging with your sleep talk. If you mumble questions, he answers them. "Where’s the Chaos Emerald?" you mumble once, and he dramatically responds, "Safe in my hands, as always!" He jokes that he’s the best at keeping you entertained even when you’re unconscious.

At some point, he even gets used to your nighttime chatter, finding it comforting in a strange way. It keeps him grounded.

Shadow:

Shadow doesn’t notice the first time it happens. He’s too used to quiet solitude and doesn’t expect you to disrupt the silence of his home while you sleep. The first instance occurs during a rare moment when you’re resting beside him. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, polishing a gun, when he hears a faint, barely audible murmur.

"Shadow…"

His ears perk up, and he freezes mid-polish. He turns to look at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What are you saying?" he mutters under his breath.

You respond with something nonsensical about "flying cats" and “Chaos Controling to the grocery store.” Shadow stares at you in utter disbelief. He’s not sure if he should be amused, annoyed, or concerned. "What on earth goes on in that head of yours?" he mutters, shaking his head.

As time passes, Shadow becomes more observant. He starts piecing together patterns in your sleep talk, often correlating them with your moods or daily activities. On nights when you’re stressed, your mutterings turn into fragmented worries about mundane things. On happier days, your sleep talk is lighthearted, sometimes even funny.

He won’t admit it, but he finds it endearing. Hearing you speak his name in your sleep makes him feel... important to you. He’s always struggled with feeling connected to others, but knowing that you’re dreaming about him, even subconsciously, touches him.

However, Shadow is the practical type. If your sleep talk disrupts his rest, he’ll wake you up without hesitation. "You were muttering again," he says bluntly when you groggily open your eyes. Over time, he does grow more patient.

When you have nightmares, though, Shadow is swift to act. The moment he senses distress in your voice, he shakes your shoulder. "Wake up," he says firmly. "You were having a bad dream." He doesn’t say it, but he’ll stay up with you as long as it takes to calm you down.

Eventually, he adjusts to your sleep talking, seeing it as just another "quirk". He tunes it out mostly, but its a reminder your still there with him.

Silver:

Silver discovers your sleep-talking habit on accident. The two of you are camping under the stars, resting after a long day of exploring. You’ve drifted off before him, and he’s lying awake, staring up at the constellations when he hears it, a soft, barely-there mumble.

Curious, Silver sits up and leans closer to you. "What did you say?" he whispers, thinking you might be awake. But your breathing is slow and steady, and your eyes remain closed.

"...Time travel is weird," you murmur, followed by something about pancakes.

Silver quickly covers his mouth to stifle a laugh. He’s always known you were a bit weird at times, but hearing your ramdom mutters and thoughts while you’re asleep is a whole new level of hilarious to him. He spends the rest of the night listening to your random murmers and mutters.

Over time, Silver starts looking forward to your sleep-talking episodes. He’s endlessly curious and often wonders what your dreams are like. Sometimes, your mutterings are so bizarre that he can’t help but write them down, thinking they’d make great conversation starters later.

"You said something about ‘psychic pancakes’ last night," he tells you one morning, grinning. "Do you even remember dreaming about that?"

Silver never grows tired of your sleep talk. To him, it’s just another way you let him into your world, even unconsciously. He treasures every word, no matter how silly or nonsensical.