#original nonbinary character

[travelingtwentysomething]

Let's Be Honest, If You Could Hop Dimensions, You'd Save Eddie Munson Too <- AO3 LINK

(Please give my Steddie+Original NonBinary Time/Dimension Traveling Character fic a shot? I'm writing again, and I need validation, please REBLOG. Steve Harrington isn't the only one with a Praise Kink around here. 🫠)

It's a very unserious comedy/adventure- Featuring a Non Binary Character named Haven (this is not a self insert). They are a badass Dimension/Time Traveler who shows up for Eddie. It's hard not to fall for the OP baddie who comes specifically to save your ass, so naturally Eddie falls for them, then Haven helps Eddie see he can have it all and they quickly rope Steve into their shenanigans. This ain't a slow burn, but because it's the Apocalypse you'd think, 'there's barely any time for make-outs and cuddles'... but when Boys in Crop Tops are involved, we make time...

Also, it features a lovely scene where Eddie is in disguise and Steve cannot for the life of him 🥵...

<Artwork above is my own creation assisted by AI> ...with a little helping of original art inspired by the scene from @DrawingRune on Twitter ...

Summary:

Getting dropped into the Stranger Things Universe in the boathouse where Eddie Munson is currently hiding out could have gone better. Unfortunately, dimension traveling isn't an exact science. Honestly, its kind of a shot in the dark at the best of times.

At least they landed near the person they were looking for.

The timing could have been better.

And they had some notes on the point of arrival.

Being that it was just behind the boat where Eddie was currently hiding under a tarp, in fear for his life. Would have been a smoother entrance if it had been about six feet over, in the actual boathouse, and three feet above the water instead of below it.

Relationships:

Eddie Munson/Original Character, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington/Original Character, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson/Original Character, Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler

Additional Tags:

Fix-It, Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Dimension Travel, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Protective Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Has ADHD, Bisexual Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Hurt Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington Is a Mess, Steve Harrington Needs Love, Steve Harrington Has a Praise Kink, Wingman Robin Buckley, Robin Buckley Loves Nancy Wheeler, Bisexual Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley Has ADHD, Nancy Wheeler is a Mess, Protective Eleven | Jane Hopper, Pansexual Eleven | Jane Hopper, Polyamory, Polyamorous Characters, Polyamory Negotiations, non binary character, Polyamory is the answer to everything, Gaybies, everyone is a little gay, Comedy, Don't delude yourself, you were thinking about going to save Eddie too, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Canon-Typical Violence, Minor Character Death, Don't worry it's only Jason, Creepy Henry Creel | One | Vecna, Sorry Vecna there's a new Baddie in town, Thy name is Haven

[piwo-zero]

hi, I'm writing a doctor who fanfic! and it is thoschei, obviously. so, maybe, check it out??

summary:

Even the fact that this person appeared out of nowhere wasn't something special - it had happened before. Though they weren't in a wedding dress this time. And they weren't ginger (just purple? Their hair was purple that is. Their skin wasn't purple. Just a little bit green looking. But not as in alien green or “I'm about to throw up” green but as in “I hate sunlight” or "I am dead” way. If that makes sense. Anyway). The weird part was their reaction. They looked at the Master, eyes in surprised recognition, and instead of saying something along the lines of "Harold Saxon?!" they basically shouted "THE MASTER!?".

Or

a very self-indulgent au where the Doctor accidentally gains a new companion, who:

1. knows a little bit to much about his life;

2. is weirdly obsessed with death and other scary things;

3. is really keen on him and the Master getting together.

Chaos ensues.

characters: The Doctor, The Master, Original Non-Binary Character

relationships: Tenth Doctor x The Master (Simm), The Doctor & OC, The Master & OC

additional tags: Enemies to Lovers, Post-Episode: s04e17-e18 The End of Time, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Crack and Angst, Goth OC, they/them pronouns for oc, Not Beta Read, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Rating May Change, POV Alternating

category: m/m

I'm very excited about this, as I was thinking about it for some time now! I'm looking for a beta reader - feel free to dm me!

[subbymothpimp]

Pretty them, the Shimmer addict spy master

[kuulyyra]

My Tav Azar and Rolan being in silly goofy gay mood

[drades-lair]

Little Helper

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Striker/OC

Note: Plant is not my OC, they belong to Exhausted Plant on Twitter (https://twitter.com/Exhausted_Plant) they gave me full permission to use them and please visit their etsy as well (https://www.etsy.com/shop/exhaustedplant/?etsrc=sdt)

Out of all the rings in hell Sloth was considered one of the nicest however for Striker it was far too pink, even the fucking crappy motel room he was staying in was bubble gum pink!

“I can’t wait ta get the fuck outta here,” Striker groused into his phone.

“Ha-ha, come now it can’t be that bad,” Calus chuckled on the other end.

“My eyes are already burnin’ from this place,” Striker continued.

“Well, you’re almost done with the job, right? Then you can come home,” Calus encouraged still lightly chuckling.

“Yeah, tracked him down now just gotta take care of the bastard,” Striker confirmed with a huff.

“Alright, I’ll talk to you tomorrow then,” Calus concluded with a warm smile evident in his voice.

“Yep, talk to Ya tomorrow,” Striker confirmed with a smile of his own.

After hanging up the phone Striker went about meticulously planning how he was going to handle the assassination. Evening brought some relief from the bright colors of Sloth allowing Striker to work a little more efficiently, riding to the outskirts of Sloth’s main city where he’d tracked down his current target. An abandoned rundown house with two hounds sat outside the front door likely guarding Striker’s real target sat in the middle of some nowhere field making it power for the course. Settling on a raised hill not far from the decrepit building Striker slung his gun case from over his shoulder to pull out the sniper rifle from within, laying on his stomach to take aim at the first hell hound. Striker proved his prowess with a firearm by taking out the first hound unfortunately as predicted the second was instantly put on guard making it too difficult for Striker to get a proper beat before the he disappeared into the house. Giving a huff Striker put away his rifle then placed it on bombproof before skulking his way to the house and around the back where he located a large hole allowing him to slip through into an empty decaying room. Wrinkling his nose at the smell of mildew Striker pulled his bandana over his snout before proceeding with revolver drawn. Peering around the corner Striker caught sight of the imp he’d been sent to kill in the room across the hallway conversing with the hound from outside, panic clear on their features.

Aiming carefully Striker was just about to take a shot when he felt someone behind him prompting the pale imp to spin around, expression shifting to surprised horror as he saw a third hell hound with his paw raised. The hound brought his paw down causing his claws to dig deep into Striker’s side resulting in a cry of agony, but he managed to keep his composure just enough to get off a shot in the direction of the target, taking out the second hell hound who’d been standing with said target. Snarling Striker pressed his back to the nearest wall with a hand clamped around his now bleeding side, sizing up the third hound who was standing too close to get a shot off cleanly. Sneakily Striker pulled a knife from his belt using his tail while waiting for the hound to make his move, fortunately after a few moments the hound didn’t disappoint. The hound lunged at Striker with claws and teeth bared only to yelp as he came to a sudden stop, Striker grunting as he plunged the blade into the hounds’ chest with a twist to finish him off. Cursing under his breath Striker relied on his adrenaline to take off after the imp he’d been sent to kill, cocking his pistol as he easily caught up to the short slum lord just outside the house clambering into his fancy car. Taking a breath to steady his hand Striker took aim then shot through the passenger side window straight through the imp’s head. Holstering his pistol Striker quickly got his pictures for his client unfortunately his adrenaline was wearing thin resulting in the pain from his wound getting stronger as he limped off to find Bombproof. Upon finding his steed Striker managed to mount Bombproof despite his growing agony, directing the hell steed towards the city where he hoped to either get back to his motel room where he could treat his wound or find a doctor who’d be willing to work on him anonymously. Striker’s vision began to darken around the edges as he struggled to stay conscious, blood soaking his entire side from the claw wounds left from the hell hound. Just as the city limits came into view the pain and blood loss won out causing Striker to fall unconscious unfortunately this also caused him to fall off bombproof resulting in a sickening crack from his wrist.

Bombproof stopped immediately with a surprised neigh followed by a series of concerned nickers as he moved to Striker’s side, nudging Striker with his nose only to receive no response. Bombproof glanced around clearly seeking help for his injured rider however upon realizing no one was around the hell steed gently picked Striker up by the back of his jacket in hopes of taking him somewhere for help.

…

Several scattered buildings littered the outskirts of Sloths’ main city amongst which was a small pharmacy where a short crimson shark/imp hybrid scurried around trying to stalk shelves. Clambering on to a step stool she started putting bottles filled with pills away on one of the upper shelves, meticulously sorting them when a sudden scream from outside startled them instantly resulting in all the bottles falling to the floor. Fortunately, none of the bottles had spilled or broken but it was still annoying, giving an irritated sigh she climbed carefully down to start picking up the mess of bottles which she placed in a bin for sorting later before going outside to see what had happened. Plant as her name tag stated let out a gasp, hands flying up to cover her snout at the sight that lay just feet from the pharmacy’s front door, laying in the middle of the street with a massive hell steed standing protectively over him was a pale imp covered in blood. Plant’s good-natured instincts propelled her forwards to kneel beside the imp revealing the blood was coming from his right side however that wasn’t all she discovered, this imp had several weapons attached to his belt including two revolvers and a sheath for a knife which was missing. Plant hesitated on helping the imp after all he could mean trouble and she wasn’t equipped for trouble being just a pharmacy assistant, on the other hand they could take him to the hospital within the city however what was to say he wouldn’t be arrested, escape then come after her for doing that. Plant was yanked from her thoughts as the pale imp released a soft pained moan, his face contorted in agony despite being unconscious with sweat rolling down his features.

A sympathetic expression crossed the hybrids features as she looked upon the pale imp, gentle soul overriding their anxious nature prompting her to grab the imp under his arms and haul his limp form into the back of the pharmacy where a couple simple treatment rooms resided. A small struggle got the pale imp on the treatment table and once plant got his jacket as well as his shirt off, she could finally get to work on treating him properly.

…

Calus awoke to the sun of imp city filtering through the curtains of his bedroom window, giving a massive yawn before sitting up. Glancing at his phone Calus found it a little unusual that Striker hadn’t at least sent him a text saying he’d completed his job yet, but it wasn’t too abnormal after all if Striker was tired afterwards, he might have just fallen asleep. Shrugging it off Calus pushed off the bed to get about his day believing that Striker would contact him later on as he always did…except he didn’t, evening was already starting to set in when Calus realized Striker hadn’t contacted him yet. Concern was beginning to churn Calus’ stomach, furrowing his brow the Dracony sent a series of text messages over the next couple hours to no avail. Concern giving way to full on worry now Calus tried to locate Striker’s phone by using the tracker they’d both agreed to install in their phones in case of emergency however the tracker said that either Striker’s phone was turned off or something had happened to the tracker either way that didn’t bode well. Finished with waiting the Dracony quickly packed himself up to hit the road on Aurora headed for Striker’s last location namely Sloth.

…

Evening in Sloth warmed the usual bright pastel colors creating a calming effect over the ring, Plant breathed out while swiping her arm across her sweaty forehead. The pale imp she’d been working on for hours was finally in a semi stable state laying on the treatment table now stained with his black blood. In addition to the claw wounds on his right side the imp also had a broken wrist however the biggest problem was the massive amount of blood he’d lost leaving him extremely anemic, luckily the pharmacy had a small stock of blood bags in the back. Yawning Plant decided there wasn’t anything further she could do for the unusual visitor, his phone was dead thus there was no way to find out who he was until he woke up thus, they proceeded to finish up their tasks around the pharmacy for the evening including closing up shop. Normally Plant would head home once the pharmacy was closed up unfortunately she couldn’t leave her new guest alone as he needed to be monitored thus Plant dug out some blankets and a pillow from the stock area, set herself up in the treatment room next to the pale imp, fed the hell steed that he’d apparently come with then proceeded to get some shut eye.

…

Calus made it to Sloth just as the sun was rising, concern weighing heavily on him for his mate as he searched the city for the imp. Part of the way through Aurora perked to a scent, moving of her own accord towards the outer limits of the city and seeing as the hell horse hadn’t steered Calus astray in the past, he allowed her to lead him. Aurora was validated when in the distance a familiar form started coming into view, bombproof stood outside a pastel purple building with the word ‘Pharmacy’ above it in giant white letters. Bombproof nickered happily upon noticing Aurora as well as Calus moving towards him, nuzzling with Aurora while Calus dismounted the female hell horse.

“Bombproof, hey boy. Where’s Stri…shit!” Calus’ demeanor swiftly dropped when he noticed a patch of black blood staining the concrete a short distance from the pharmacy.

Moving briskly to the blood patch Calus took a knee to examine it, swiping his fingers across the dried patch. Snarling in aggravated concern Calus stood back up to look around the area only to hear Bombproof whinnying promptly getting his attention. The large male hell steed gently pressed his muzzle against the glass doors of the pharmacy peeking Calus’ curiosity, glancing around Calus cocked a brow at what looked like a swipe of black blood on the ground leading into the pharmacy. Reading the ‘hours’ sign on the door it said that the pharmacy would be opening in an hour meaning if nothing else Calus could ask to see if anyone had seen Striker.

…

Plant startled at the sound of their phone going off, quickly silencing it with a substantial yawn. Sitting up Plant rubbed their eyes, still sleepy from being up most the night checking on the imp in the treatment room next to hers. Slowly walking out into the main area of the pharmacy Plant was immediately surprised to see a large figure sitting on the curb outside the glass windows of the pharmacy along with a beautiful green colored hell steed standing next to the previous red one. Nervously Plant approached the doors eliciting an acknowledging nicker from both hell steeds which prompted the figure to look over his shoulder revealing a hellion Plant was unfamiliar with. Nervously Plant got the doors open apparently prompting the figure to stand up, towering over the shorter hybrid making her even more nervous.

“Uh…um…may I help you?” Plant nervously asked, wringing her hands in front of herself.

“I’m hoping so, I’m looking for someone,” The figure inquired, tone smooth and gentle much to Plants’ surprise.

“Oh? I-I don’t know if I can help…but I can try,” Plant stammered out.

“That’s alright, the hell steed here with the orange flames, you wouldn’t happen to have seen the imp he belongs too?” The figure asked gesturing towards the hell steed Plant had been looking after.

“Wait! You know the pale imp?” Plant questioned, she was shocked to hear this tall hell being knew her latest guest after all what were the chances.  

“So, you have seen him! Where did he go?” The figure raised his voice a little in excitement causing Plant to recoil a little.

“Y-yes…” Plant stammered, voice barely above a whisper as her tail coiled around her legs.

“Hmm, forgive me. I didn’t mean to frighten you. My name’s Calus, please if you have any information on the imp I’d appreciate if you’d tell me,” Calus offered, lowering his tone while taking a step back, hand moving to his chest as he introduced himself.

“Oh…um…it’s okay, I’m just a little…nervous that’s all. I’m Plant and the imp is in the back actually,” Plant revealed, smiling at the gentle nature of Calus.

“Really, could you please show me to him?” Calus pleaded trying to keep his voice low so as to not frighten or startle the nervous little hybrid.  

Plant nodded in confirmation then guided Calus into the back of the pharmacy where the treatment room held the pale imp. Upon entering the room Calus’ expression twisted into one of concerned anguish as he hurried past Plant to the imp’s side.

“Striker! Striker!? Babe, can you hear me?” Calus asked in rapid succession, hand moving to cup the imp’s cheek.

“I…found him outside…there are some nasty claw marks on his right side and his left wrist is broken…I did what I could,” Plant nervously stated moving a little further into the room. The Dracony looked from Plant to Striker’s bandaged side then back with a small smile of appreciation.

“Thank you, his name is Striker. You’ve done a great job, I never did get your name,” Calus stated.

“Oh, my name’s Plant. I’m just glad I could help, he lost a lot of blood,” Plant introduced, gesturing towards the IV hanging beside Striker filled with blood.

“I see, pleasure to meet you. I’m going to have a look at the wounds,” Calus stated with a small nod towards Plant before moving to start undoing the bandages from Striker’s torso.

“No problem. Soooo, what kind of hellion are you anyway?” Plant inquired mostly looking to fill the silence while Calus worked to reveal the claw marks on Striker’s side.

“Hmm, I’m a Dracony,” Calus replied simply, placing the bandages on the counter against the left-hand wall.

“A…Dracony? I’ve never heard of that,” Plant confessed.

“Really? That’s refreshing, in my opinion too many people know what a Dracony is,” Calus chuckled, analyzing Striker’s wounds.

“Seriously? Are Dracony…special or something?” Plant continued to quarry.

“Ha-ha, you could say that. We were the first royal demons in hell,” Calus revealed. Plant went wide eyed at this revelation, stunned that Calus had revealed such a thing so casually as if he were listing off his favorite ice cream flavor.    

“The first…royals…holy shit! I’m so sorry, should I bow, should curtsy…? Do you want me to get you something, anything!?” Plant rambled in rapid succession in a panicked tone.

“No, it’s alright. You can relax, my kin have been extinct for a while now all that remains is the legacy,” Calus chuckled again as he assured Plant there was no need to fuss.

“Huh? Extinct? Does that mean you’re…” Plant trailed off once she’d calmed down a bit.

“Yes, I’m the last of my kind, but enough about that now I’m going to heal Striker and I could use a couple things, would you mind?” Calus retorted.

“Um, yeah…I can absolutely get you whatever you need,” Plant confirmed with a big grin on her face.   

“Alright, could you get me a couple wash cloths and a bowl of warm water?” Calus asked, shrugging off his duster to throw onto the chair in the corner of the room.

“No problem-o,” Plant declared, skittering off to the other treatment room aka their room from last night.  

Gently Calus went about removing the few stitches Plant had used to secure the wounds resulting in Striker groaning in pain, head shifting slightly from one side to the other before blinking his eyes open.

“Easy, it’s me,” Calus reassured his mate.

“C-Calus…fuck!” Striker breathed out, gritting his teeth in pain.

“Relax babe, I’m going to heal you,” Calus encouraged, hovering a hand over Striker’s side.

A soft blue light began to glow beneath Calus’ hand causing Striker to arch off the treatment table, his good hand balling into a fist as he ground out a pained groan. Calus returned his hand to cup Striker’s cheek again while leaning over him, nuzzling lightly at his mate’s snout, eyes hooded as he made soft shushing sounds just as Plant walked in. The little hybrid felt embarrassed for a moment for having walked in on such an intimate moment but then shifted to admiration, giving a silent little ‘aw’ as she moved to place the bowl of water and cloths on the counter against the left-hand wall. A few moments later Calus removed his hand revealing the majority of Striker’s wound having been healed causing the imp to go limp, panting heavily with sweat rolling down his face.

“Rest…rest…I’m done for now,” Calus assured Striker, carding his fingers through Striker’s sweat-soaked hair.

“Um…I brought the water and wash cloths,” Plant offered, gesturing to the bowl on the counter.

“Thank you, could you hand me one?” Calus asked, holding out a hand.

“Mm-hm,” Plant confirmed grabbing a cloth to dip in the bowl of warm water before handing it to Calus.

“Do you have any pain meds?” Calus wondered accepting the damp cloth.

“Yes, give me a moment,” Plant confirmed again hurrying out of the room causing Calus to smile after her.

“W-who is that?” Striker panted out, watching the hybrid flit from the room.

“They’re name is Plant, apparently you were dropped on their doorstep,” Calus answered, gently patting the cloth around Striker’s face.

“Humph, Proof must’ve brought me here,” Striker concluded.

“What happened?” Calus curiously asked.

“I fucked up on the number of henchmen…got ambushed by a third hound…pfft, rookie fuckin’ move,” Striker groused at himself.

“Shit, did you manage to kill the target?” Calus wondered.

“Yeah, I tried ta text Ya, but my phone died shortly after gettin’ the photos for my client…sorry I worried Ya,” Striker apologized, looking up at Calus.

“It’s fine, I’m glad your safe,” Calus retorted, leaning down to nuzzle lightly against Striker’s snout. Striker returned the sentiment, followed by a wince just as Plant returned with a bottle of pills and a cup of water.

Plant handed the water to Calus while undoing the bottle of pills to shake a couple out while Calus assisted Striker in siting up. Plant gave a smile as she handed the two pills to Striker who popped them in his mouth then took the water from Calus to wash them down with.

“Do you mind if we stay here for a bit? Striker isn’t in shape to travel just yet,” Calus asked Plant while gently easing Striker back down.

“Oh, no, not at all,” Plant assured them.

Calus gave a warm smile along with a head nod towards the hybrid before getting comfortable. Plant went about her day as they pretty much ran the pharmacy because the actual pharmacist/owner worked at the hospital full time. Calus remained with Striker most of the day only leaving occasionally to take care of the hell steeds outside who also received snacks from Plant. Impressively Striker managed to get on his feet by early evening with Plant assisting to get the pale imp’s shirt back on before helping secure a sling around his neck to help cradle Striker’s still broken wrist. Plant began rambling about how they should care for Striker’s injuries having warmed up to the duo substantially, Striker becoming irritated by the constant yammering, yet Calus seemed tolerant of the continuous chatter.

“Alright, I think we’ve got it. Honestly though, thank you,” Calus interrupted Plant’s ranting.

“You’re welcome, again I’m just glad I could help,” Plant blushed lightly, hands behind her back as she shuffled her feet.

“Ya did good kid, I owe Ya,” Striker added, leaning on Calus for stability.

“Nah, you don’t owe me anything if anything it was worth it to get to treat that hell steed of yours,” Plant retorted with a small laugh.

“If we need something again, would you mind if we came to you?” Calus wondered curiously.

“Oh…yeah, sure…I can’t guarantee I can help but of course you can always drop by, and I can see what I can do,” Plant responded, surprised as no one had ever asked her for something like that before.

“Sounds good, take care,” Calus stated with a parting head nod as he guided Striker outside then helped him mount Bombproof, mounting Aurora himself moments later.

Plant waved after the duo as they made their way towards home. 

[artausrayne]

And the Saga continues~

Introducing part 3 of Past, Present, and Future: An Arcana Saga:

The Interlude

The three years that take place between the Masquerade ritual and the in-game route, told in very short stories between Asra, Aisling (The Apprentice), and Julian's POVs. Ft. Altheia Featherstone, LunaStarhawk's OC. 😊

It's much shorter than the other two parts, but if you haven't read those first I highly recommend because there will be a lot of references that will be missed!

[the-chimeras-claws]

Watching X-Men '97 and am having the Feminine Urge to make Juniper a Mutant who vibes with the Avengers on account of not knowing they were a Mutant until way later instead of "was gonna be a Super Soldier but we fucked it up"

But also like. I don't know enough about Mutants or the X-Men or anything like that. Maybe I'll make it an AU or something.

[princesadaisy]

i haven't used colored pencils in a few years, so i revisited them here with a couple of me'n my twin's ocs! their names are brianne (they/them) and nathaniel (he/him), respectively!

[fleetwoodmoth]

Raising Flames

In Every Life I Will Find You

Touya Todoroki has burned himself up.

In the aftermath of a spectacular fire show, he limps away to die like an animal in the brush, but fate has another idea for him.

The Todoroki family rule over the kingdom of Endo, and the prince has been missing for years, now he lay dying only for a witch drawn by fated love to find him and change the trajectory of his life.

AO3 Version

Warnings: Blood Magic Self-Harm, Gore, Body Horror.

Hey, first time back writing in.... like a year now and of course it's for my perfect princess Dabi. Some notes, the self-harm in this and future chapters will be due to Blood Magic, think blood mages from DA.

This is a fantasy au, loosely based on the art from the pop polls and anime ending. Loosely based on canon events (ie Touya becoming Dabi, his first "death" and his second "death") NOT Enji friendly. Enjoy :)

It's one thing to dream of someone calling out your name, always too far away to find, it's another to hear it when you wake from your warm bed and hear it again.

As soon as Moth is cognizant enough to realize the call isn't just in their dreams, they feel a sharp panicky pain in their chest, poking at the back of their ribs.

Go. Go now. It instructed.

Find him before it's too late.

Moth stumbles out of bed and into their thick cloak and woolen shawl, before grabbing the lanter by the door and lighting it.

The night was cold, the full moon bright enough the lantern was almost unneeded. Almost. The pull in Moth's chest is pointing them in a direction and they run like their life depends on it. They're not running from something, they're running towards it.

Moth's lungs burn, branches reach and scratch at their round cheeks, tug at the messy white locks, but they don't slow down, not until that pull gets so strong it's hard to figure out where it's taking them.

There, on the forest floor was a figure, covered from head to toe in soot and ash, black in the silver moonlight that peered down at them through the canopy.

It felt like time had slowed, and for one agonizing second Moth thought the pull was to a corpse. But then there was a shakey, jagged inhale, and a wheezing exhale.

They were alive.

Moth doesn't hesitate, their feet moving before they can even think. They are at this figure's side in a flash, falling to their knees and searching out a pulse. This close Moth can see more details past the black soot. The hair is short and white beneath the ashes like their own, and the skin, *oh the skin*.

Moth knows they have little time, maybe no time but that eerie voice once again screams at them. Hurry.

They place their fingers to his throat and close their eyes, calm their breath and count. A faint flutter of a heartbeat barely jumps beneath his skin.

"Are you with me?" Moth's voice is strained but determined.

They expect nothing, so when he moves, when he lets out a wheezing breath of words, Moth jumps.

"Who... who are you?"

"I'm Moth, what's your name?"

Good. He was breathing and talking. Moth removes their cloak and places it over his tattered form, the remainder of his clothes burned into his skin. Moth wraps him and rolls him over. It's a grim sight, one Moth has never seen before. Some of the skin was black with burns, large swaths of it missing, exposing the raw flesh beneath, oozing blood, and even the soft tissue was eaten away by the flames on his face. Moth was surprised he could even speak.

But that's not what churns their stomach. It's the fact that even his *eyes* are gone.

"T--" his breath catches, the sound painful, and Moth jumps. He was succumbing to shock.

Moth had never seen any damage of this magnitude before. It required healing immediately.

Moth reached for the necklace tucked into their nightgown which was now stained in blood. A small knife sheathed in leather hung from the cord. With little ceremony Moth cut the flesh of their upper forearm, and allowed the blood to collect in their palm. With a silent chant they placed the palm against the man's skin. They could feel the burns, feel in a strange numb way, where the damage was, and it was everywhere.

Moth could only hear their own heartbeat loud in their ears, and they counted each one as another second lost, another second to losing him. So they worked faster, another slice, another payment made. And it worked, they could feel it working, blood beginning to flow, veins healing, organs stitching themselves back together.

Moth listens, holding their own breath, to hear the rise and fall of his breathing.

"Tou-a," again Moth jumps, the word is a hiss rather than a word.

Moth shifts focus to his face, closing their eyes and letting the healing take its course. They could hear the strangled moans of pain, they knew this was the hardest part. The split skin of his lips begins to seal, his eyelids begin to grow back over fresh eyes, the flesh mending and layers of fat and tissue and veins begin to rebuild.

Finally, the open wounds are sealed, his tongue no longer charred.

"Tou-ya," it takes him two breaths to finish the single word.

"Touya?" Moth asks softly, trying to keep the strain from their voice.

"Where?" Is all he manages but Moth understands.

"In the forest outside of Endo," Moth says calmly, deciding he is stable enough for them to move him, "we're going to my cottage so you can get proper care, okay?"

Hoisting him up he groans, as Moth draped his arm across their shoulders and half carried half guided him through the trees, he moves his legs enough to shuffle on.

"It's too cold out here, the nights have been growing longer, haven't you noticed?" Moth asks and again he groans in reply, it didn't matter much, as long as he kept responding.

The walk was double as hard as before, not only was Moth ill prepared to lug a whole human man through the underbrush, but they no longer had a free hand for the lantern.

Finally though, as their legs shook from exertion and breath came harsh and heavy, the small, squat cottage came into view. It was a haven among the trees, thatched roofing over sturdy walls of woven logs. A large white dog comes trotting out as soon as the two of them come into view. She sniffs at Moth then the stranger, before nosing at his hand.

"Ursa," Moth hisses, shooing her off, making way for the two of them to stumble through the front door.

Moth lowers him to the bed, cradling his head like a child's before moving with purposeful strides across the small space.

A hearth, a small preparation area for food, a workbench for craft, a washing tub and the nook for the bed and wardrobe. It was small but held everything Moth needed.

"That was my dog," Moth says as they finally return to the bedside, "her name is Ursa, you'll get to meet her when you're properly healed."

They want to keep him focusing on something, anything, just to keep him fighting.

"Why were you in the woods, Touya?" Moth asks, saying his name to get his attention.

It seems to work, his freshly healed, swollen eyelids slide open and Moth feels their heart clench.

"Why can't I see anything?" He asks, clearly trying to keep his tone harsh to try and drown out the waver in it.

"I haven't finished healing them, you'll get your eyesight back soon, I promise," Moth insists as they begin to work at cleaning and tending his wounds.

If they could they would pour more blood into repairing his skin, but their resource was *limited*. Blood for blood, that was the magical theory. Traditional healing would need to be used in the interim.

"What do you want?" He speaks from behind clenched teeth, white eyes staring blankly at nothing.

"I want to help you," Moth says, focusing on cleansing and treating the burned flesh with the highly potent poultices they had in hand. Not nearly enough for a whole body, but they could make more.

"How much?"

Moth stops, looking down at him. He was clinging to life and yet still was on his guard.

"You staying alive," They finally reply, before continuing their work.

Peeling the fabric free of his skin is the hardest part, the skin, or lack thereof, beneath it clings to the fabric and is imprinted with the weave of what was formerly white robes. Moth feels their throat clench at the sounds of his pained groans, ones he seems to try to repress by how strained they become.

"One more healing session," Moth says, more to themselves than to him.

Reopening the earlier wounds is not hard, and soon the blood is flowing again, following the map of the previous letting down their arm and into their palm. Moth knew they were pushing it, could feel the low hum of pain starting to leak into their temples. But slowly, they feel him begin to breathe easier, some of his muscles relaxing as the tissue was repaired. And then there were the eyes.

Moth watched as his lids fluttered and he hissed, pinching his eyes closed, before slowly his expression relaxed. He blinked a few times, before looking at Moth through thick white lashes.

"Mom?" He rasps, his voice small.

"Touya?" Moth says quietly, reaching out to rest a hand on his forehead, to try and help him come fully to the surface, but instead he blinks again, his eyelids drooping before finally they close.

Panicked, Moth uses the connection to feel for pain or damage, but they can feel his heart pumping strong, his lungs drawing clean breath, his stomach no longer leaking acid into his body. He was sleeping. Or maybe unconscious was a better term.

Either way, Moth was able to pull back and bandage themself, before continuing to treat his wounds.

Once he was well bandaged, Moth moved on to monitoring him. He would need twenty-four hour care, but Moth had the means, and he was in dire need. So they sat vigilantly, or rather, layed by the bedside on the floor, propped up on pillows. He needed his rest, and they were going to be there when he woke up.

[notaninman]

doodle dump day?

pls dont crop weird again

[gh0stly-siren]

Some art I did of my celeste baby and her main cast supporters in her story.

[subbymothpimp]

Twelve, a version for Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

They're a neon pop bird

[kuulyyra]

I want to kiss Rolan so I'll make my Tav kiss Rolan I guess

[kingsillysmilez]

queer dogz :3c

[cozylittleartblog]

what if there was a plague doctor that was so so so cute (and was also secretly a bird themself)

[wenamedthedogkylo]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Original Work Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Original Characters, Original Non-Binary Character, Original Alien Character(s) Additional Tags: Science Fiction, Drabble, One Shot, idk this is just something I wrote years ago with a recurring oc, and I thought maybe someday I'd write more stuff with them Summary:

By the 26th century, the Gaian Unified Oligarchy—the official name for what used to be Earth—has made steady work of exploring the furthest reaches of the Milky Way. Teams of GUO-trained and sponsored scientists, anthropologists, linguists, and all-around explorers traverse the stars looking for new cultures to meet, new lifeforms to study, and new resources to exploit.

On an uninhabited planet, one such team searches for an artifact deemed important by GUO scholars. This planet, however, might have other ideas.

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This drabble is based on an original monologue written for a college play writing class in 2014, and was itself originally published on tumblr in 2016 to my writing sideblog. I always kinda wanted to write more stories about Zale and their adventures, so maybe putting this up somewhere more official will inspire me to do just that lol.