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I find “rational” Worm fanfics amusing
Because the authors never realize that Worm already has a “rational” character and his name is Accord.
And everyone in setting hates Accord because he’s a smug asshole, and his optimal way of thinking ends with him cut in half by his own actions.
#parahumans#wildbow#ward#ward web serial#worm#wardblr#worm web serial#wormblr#rationalism#rationality#rational Fics#rat fics
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can I request the octo trio x gn reader who's a bit of a cuddle bug
Yes you may! I cant write for Jade so unfortunately so I have to leave him out. I don’t know if you asked for separate or all of them so have it all
Octo Trio (minus Jade) x GN!Reader - Cuddle Bug
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Azul
Azul is a touch starved man. Despite his family, he never got affection from other people because of how he looked
So when you came into his life and ‘attacked’ him his all of this affection and cuddles, he malfunctioned real fast
“A-aha.. Angelfish, we’re in a public area.. people can see us, Dear.. H-huh? You don’t mind?? I-I see..” Flustered octopus noises
Now, don’t mistake this for Azul not wanting your cuddles or kisses.
He’s just not used to it. Give him a couple of weeks, maybe a month max and he’ll return it 10 fold.
It might take him a while before he cuddles you in his mer-form though.
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“Are you sure about this..? The last thing I want is to hurt you, Pearl.”
Azul shuffled awkwardly in the Octavinelle pool. His tentacles had a mind of their own, however. It laches onto you instantly. You can feel the suction cups on your skin, and they hold on tightly. Scared to let you go. Those will surely leave a mark.
“I still can’t believe you’d want to cuddle someone like me..”
Azul muttered with a conflicted look. Soon, all of his worries washes away as you swim closer to him on your own accord to give him kisses all over his face, telling him how lucky you are to be able to see this side of him, and how much you love him.
Azul’s face bloomed to a darker shade of purple. His tentacles wrapped around you tightly as his arms cling onto you tightly. He hides his face in your chest and mutters a soft ‘I love you too’ and lets silence fill the room and you take comfort in each others arms.
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Floyd
Oh boy, here we go
Floyd adore it when you squeeze him tightly. It feels as if you’re reciprocating his feelings of love!
No one has ever dared squeezed him back before, so you better keep it up or he’ll be mad and pouty for the whole day
Speaking of which, Azul uses your cuddles to help make Floyd more productive in the Monstro Lounge.
He likes it when you surprise him with your cuddles, and he likes to surprise you with his squeezes. It’s a win win situation for him!
“Shrimpy~~ you forgot to squeeze me today.. you have to make it up to me now!~~ Maybe I’ll keep you by my side for the whole day so I can squeeze you whenever I want!~~”
Floyd is a cuddler when he sleeps.
Ramshackle be damned, cause you’re sleeping in Octavinelle now with Floyd
(Grim does not like this ^)
You best believe he’ll cuddle you in your sleep, and you will too. The feeling of your arms around him makes him sleep faster
(Although every Wednesday at 1 am he wakes up for a midnight snack)
Floyd likes to put up a small fight with anyone who dares to take his shrimpy away from his ‘cuddle time’
He will also fight anyone he sees you cuddling with as well. Shrimpy’s hugs are reserved for him only!
(^he was picked a fight with Grim because of this)
((Grim is not happy))^
He nibbles and bites too if he feels like it
Which is basically everyday
Will get sad and pouty when you deny him of his daily cuddles and hugs, but you won’t deny him of his hugs, right?
You are his shrimpy, after all (:
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“Eeeeeh? Shrimpy, where do you think you’re going?~~”
Floyd stalks behind you as you walk out of his dorm room. His heterochromatic eyes stared into your soul. His eyebrows scrunched up and a frown was plastered on his face. He hasn’t even finished changing yet!
“You haven’t given me my morning hugs and kisses yet!~~”
The eel whines as he drapes himself over your body. Long lanky arms snake up from behind as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.
“Shrimpy is so mean..~ depriving me of my hugs and kisses..”
He pouts as you laugh warmly at how childish he was being. You turned around and embraced the silly eel in your arms and pressed kisses all over his face and gave him a tight squeeze. Floyd instantly brightens up, and he lets out a ‘yay!’ in response.
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A.N: can you tell who I like the most lmao
#twst#twisted wonderland#rat fics#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x mc#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland x yuu#twst x yuu#twist x reader#twist x you#twisted wonderland Azul#twisted wonderland Floyd#floyd leech x reader#floyd leech#azul ashengrotto#azul x you#azul x mc#azul x y/n#azul x yuu#floyd x y/n#floyd x mc#floyd x you#floyd x yuu#floyd x reader#azul x reader#x reader#why did this take me so long to write#I’m so sorry lmao#octavinelle
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you've had too much of the digital love you want everything live, you want things you can touch you want something bizarre, old conceptual cars you want girls dressed in drag, you want boys with guitars you go ask your questions like, "what makes a man?" oh, it's 2020 so it's time to change that so you go make an album and call it dreamland
(au: spending his 50th birthday alone in lockdown forces semi-retired rockstar crowley to face all the thoughts he normally buries with distractions. when he realises all his life regrets are just confusion around his sexuality, songwriting his feelings is the only thing that seems to help, but he doesn't have the understanding to figure it out on his own. even though they haven't spoken since graduation 30 years ago, crowley knows his old school friend aziraphale is the one person who'll be able to figure him out)
#my rockstar crowley is finally here 🤲#yes ok i wrote like 50 words and needed to draw it immediately#the fic is still so deep in planning idek if it'll come before CEO au#but here's a hot grey rock crowley anyway 💛#ratwips#dreamland au#good omens#gomens#crowley#good omens au#rat draws
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Ideas…
Goldfish hybrid bf that spent a lot of his life neglected. People already know very little about hybrids, but combine that with the misinformation around goldfish and you have a disaster waiting to happen.
Pigeon hybrid bf thats seen as a pest. Most people take pity on him, but still they do nothing but stare as he struggles to live without the care and affection of humans.
Rat hybrid bf that’s also seen as a pest, but is hated and often chased off. Attempts at his life made daily means he’s not trusting. He’s in survival mode and it’ll be hard to get past the walls he’s put up. Extremely intelligent.
Quail hybrid bf that’s a cute thing, who had been pampered by his previous owners… then found out he was going to be eaten. Now he’s out in the wild after escaping, trying to find someone else to take care of him.
#goldfish hybrid#pigeon hybrid#rat hybrid#quail hybrid#monster fucker#monster lover#monster fudger#monster boyfriend#monster fic#teratophillia#terat0philliac#teraphilia#terato#exophelia#monster fucking#monster boy oc#monster oc#monster bf#monster imagine#x reader#monster x human
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uuuhhhhgg this fic I love by @lunamugetsu
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something that bothers me just a little bit is how much the svsss fandom plays up the "beef" between sqq and sqh.... sqq is like. a bit mean. as banter!! by the end of the story it's more For The Bit than because of any genuine "hatred". sqq doesn't insult sqh every time they meet and he isn't always denying their friendship (if anything it's the other way around lol, see chapter 14). he isn't constantly agressively beating him with his fan. afaik he only actually beats him up one time - in chapter 21, after the shen jiu thing and after sqh teases him about regret of chunshan. sqq doesn't bully sqh and sqh really isn't the pathetic wet hamster people think he is :(
#nothing makes me close a fic faster than when people write cumplane wrong ..#when sqq/sy constantly calls sqh a hack author/rat/bastard .. zzzzzzzzzz#svsss#sqq#sy#sqh#cumplane#shang qinghua#shen qingqiu#shen yuan#miao#meta yapping
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Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)
TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.
(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)
This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.
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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.
....
The kid is a surprise though.
Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.
There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.
The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.
The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.
He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.
A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.
At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.
Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.
Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"
The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."
Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.
"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."
He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.
The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.
"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.
The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.
Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.
The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.
Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."
#I have never seen Batman (2022) so really I'm just using battinson and crew as templates for my fic. but hey what else is new lol#dpxdc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc#dpxdc crossover#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc fic#dpxdc au#dp x dc au#dpxdc fanfic#i dont know shit about detective work or true crime so forgive me for any bad terminology or incorrect procedure for how these things work#just a fun rough idea for how i imagined gordon's first meeting with nightingale goes LMAO. im sticking to the idea that danny doesn't#officially join the field for a *while* due to more than just health reasons. so his first appearances are brief and usually to give B smth#danny: im only here as express delivery for vader's little brother over there. yall stay safe tho.#bruce: *kill bill sirens bass-boosted* ohmygodwhatishedoinghere#batman: how did you get here... | danny: you have so many spare grappling hooks it was pr easy to just grab one and go#also danny is whispering on purpose because he doesn't have his ghost form to fall back on as a secret identity. so he *is* actually taking#extra steps to keep his identity safe. and people usually sound different when they're whispering. he also has personal beef with#office martinez despite the fact that they've never met. Danny's HEARD of his ass. he hATES his ass.#Martinez: *to batman* freak | danny: im going to Bite Him. | batman (reluctantly): hmr. please don't. | danny: im going for his shins#Martinez and Nightingale have this whole thing going on between the two of them. danny WILL slap a sticky note on Martinez's back that says#'asshole' on it and its the one spot square on his spine that martinez can't reach.#someone: why are you beefing with like. an actual 12 year old | martinez: HE'S A LITTLE RAT. THAT'S WHY. he's here to torment me#battinson: *did you grapple the whole way here* | danny: yah. it was kinda fun. i would've gotten here faster but i kept having to stop#battinson: *hnnn* im driving you back | danny:.. are you sure? | battinson already pulling him out of the room: y e s#i've been thinking about this for literally WEEKS. what did bruce forget? good question! i'll figure that out if or when i get to this#danny has Issues behind the word freak so its like a mini beserker button for him regardless of who the word is aimed at lol. lmao#martinez calls batman a freak once while nightingale is within range and its just the doom ost as danny simply Disappears from sight#like oops. you are now. In Danger. rip couldn't be me.#blood blossom au
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Unlucky Thirteen
Summary - Sylus liked the quiet girl with the poorly heart. She was the only kid in the laboratory who hadn’t come and gone before he could even remember what she looked like. When he doesn’t see her for a whole day, he knows that there’s only one place she could be—the Medical Bay. He’d been through it all before she’d even arrived at the lab over a year prior, and felt a duty to keep her company whilst her heart healed.
Word Count - 2.4k
Warnings - Child!Sylus and Child!MC as experimental lab rats. Mentions of child experimentation and non-consensual medical treatments. This theory of them being lab rats is not canon, so keep in mind that I have made this all up!
Sylus couldn’t find the girl with the poorly heart.
It was the third and final free hour of the day in the laboratory’s Playroom, and she was nowhere to be seen among the children.
Again.
The girl had been missing a few times before now—usually for further experimentation. But for all three of their free time breaks from observations and alterations meant only one thing.
She had to be in the Medical Bay.
He didn’t know much about the quiet girl, other than the fact that she had problems with her heart. There was always a big, white bandage over her chest that just peaked out over the neckline of her plain white gown, but he would never ask her questions about it. They only got to see each other during mealtime and free time, so discussing the things they were put through in between was something neither of them wanted to commit any time to. She didn’t want to talk about her heart as much as he didn’t want to talk about his eye.
In fact, they didn’t talk much at all. They just had a common denominator that seemed to draw them to each other.
Sylus had watched kids come and go from this place for a few years, hoping that one day it would be his turn to leave. That futile hope had been short lived, and it became clear that he wasn’t going anywhere when all the other kids around him dropped off like flies.
When she came in with a new group of kids around a year ago, he thought nothing of it. She was just a face he’d forget after she would undoubtedly be released. But as those weeks turned to months—the few children she had arrived with long gone—her face had remained a constant for Sylus.
He wasn’t stupid enough to believe that she’d finally been freed today. The people in the lab coats were far too interested in her as of late, and she was starting to look more withdrawn each time he saw her. Much like he had when he woke from an operation he didn’t know he was having.
The more he thought about her condition, the more he hoped that she was in the Medical Bay—rather than somewhere more sinister.
He’d grown a bit of an attachment to the girl. She was the only friendly face that hadn’t left him. Even in their lack of conversation, he enjoyed her company. Felt comforted by her. They often read in silence side by side, always in whichever back corner of the Playroom was free of other kids. The less significant test subjects always delved straight into the toys and games, but the two of them had no interest in joining in.
Sometimes, if the lab coats had prodded around in his eye too much, the girl would quietly read aloud to him. He liked it when she read to him. So much so that he sometimes played on his eye problems just to hear her read for an hour.
He was used to her being absent for one or two of the three free hours they get, but this was too much for him.
He had to get into the Medical Bay.
His head had purposely been rested against the electric heater beside the bookshelf for a few minutes as he made himself appear as clammy and feverish as possible. His cheeks burned as he pinched them repeatedly, and he put on his best nasally voice once he approached the Playroom supervisor with a little book tucked under his white t-shirt, rubbing his good eye for added effect.
“I feel sick,” he whined to the stone-faced woman in all-black clothing.
She barely threw down a glance at him, raising a lazy eyebrow. “You were fine during dinner.”
Damn.
Plan B came into quick effect. He rolled his eyes back a little, swaying where he stood. The hot skin of his forehead bumped against her hipbone as he stumbled forward dramatically, and she quickly bent down to his level, steadying him with her firm hands.
“Oh for goodness sake,” she mumbled, her frown deepening when she pressed the backs of her cold fingers against his head. She pulled out a little radio device that was tucked in the chest pocket of her shirt, speaking into it frankly with a push of its button. “Patient S013 is feeling unwell. Feverish. Permission to move from Room 11 to the Medical Bay?”
Sylus held his breath, willing whoever was on the other end of the radio call to grant the cold woman the permission he didn’t know she would need. He’d only ever been to the Medical Bay once before, and hadn’t ever wanted to return. Being examined and tested by strange scientists everyday was bad enough. He had no interest in spending time with the nurses who tended to him after his surprise surgery.
“Permission granted,” a male voice affirmed through the radio.
The stern lady grabbed suddenly at his shoulder, pushing him lightly out of the noisy room and down the silent halls. He liked when they were silent. He’d heard enough screams from children to haunt him for life.
The walk to the Medical Bay was short, and Sylus remembered to throw a few sniffles and pathetic coughs into the silent trek to keep up his charade. He must’ve still looked red faced and sickly, the nurse on duty handing him a gown to change into straight away upon his arrival.
He changed as quickly as he could behind a curtain that gave him only a sliver of privacy, tucking the book he’d smuggled from the Playroom into the inner fabric. The nurse checked his vital signs In the small triage room with nothing but a blank look on her face for comfort. Nobody around here tended to smile or show any true emotion towards the children.
It didn’t affect Sylus at all. He didn’t know any different. Didn’t remember a time when someone smiled at him. Or when he had smiled at someone else.
He wasn’t sure if he ever had.
The small, sterile Medical Bay was empty as he followed the nurse inside—save for the tuft of the girl's hair he could see peeking out above her blanket. He almost audibly sighed with relief to see her, but the fact that something was wrong enough for her to even be in the Medical Bay struck alarm bells in his head.
“Patient S113 isn’t feeling good, so try to be quiet,” the nurse told him. She pulled back the covers of the bed next to the girl, hurriedly ushering him to get in before giving him a syringe of medicine to take. “I’ll check on you in a few hours.”
He nodded, waiting for her to turn around before he took a look at the sickly girl a few feet away. The skin on her face was shiny and damp in the stark light of the strip lights above them. She didn’t look well at all, and had the thin, white blanket pulled right the way up to her chin.
The nurse administered a dose of something fluorescent yellow to her in another syringe, pressing her hand to the girl’s damp forehead with a tut. Sylus could’ve sworn that the nurse sighed a little in concern.
“That medicine should make you feel a bit better soon. Try to sleep,” she murmured to the girl quietly, moving the strands of hair that were stuck to her skin before leaving the room.
He didn’t know what to do once the nurse closed the door behind her. The quiet girl looked so…deathly. Her colouring was a good few shades lighter than it usually was, and there was a greyish tinge to it too. Whatever was going on with her, it didn’t look good.
“What happened?” he blurted quietly.
She slowly turned her head towards him, blinking a few times to focus her eyes. They widened a little when she realised it was him.
“Hi,” she whispered, her voice small and croaky.
The sound hurt something in Sylus’s chest. “What happened?” he repeated again, sitting up a little further in the bed to get a good look at her.
The girl lifted a shaky hand, pointing straight to where her heart was. “I think it’s broken,” she replied.
Sylus frowned a little. He didn’t know that hearts could break. Bones could break, he knew that much. He’d seen broken bones quite often in this place. Her heart wasn’t like most people’s—he knew that too.
But it couldn’t break. Right?
“Are they going to make it better?”
She blinked at him a few times, and he really studied her. This was the most they’d ever said to each other in conversation, but it didn’t feel strange or wrong like he thought it might. It felt natural. Almost like they were both still here in the wake of so many other young patients’ departures for a specific reason.
He found himself wanting to know more. He wanted to know everything about her heart—including how to fix it.
Her weary eyes glanced around the room for any listening ears, and she shifted the blanket down from her chin so she could see over it. She eventually whispered back to him, “I’m not sure that they’re even trying to fix it.” She took a shuddering breath in, wincing a little bit. “It doesn’t feel like it.”
That’s when he noticed it.
In the absence of the blanket, he saw the gnarly tail end of a stitched up incision where he would usually see a bit of the bandage she always donned on her chest. He may have been young, but he knew without having to ask what the lab coats had done to her. They’d done the same thing to him once before. Put him to sleep without warning to poke and prod into the innards of his most interesting body part—his right eye. He had no idea why they were so interested in it, or why they were equally as interested in her heart. But whatever the reason, it was mutually exclusive to the two of them.
“They’ve done that to me, too,” he reassured her quietly, trying to shift that anxious look from her tired face. She didn’t know what was going on, so he felt a duty to soothe any worries on her mind. “I woke up in here with a big bandage over my eye before you came to live here. Couldn’t see properly for a few weeks, but it got better. Like your heart will.”
The girl looked apprehensive, but seemed a little bit more settled to know that he’d been in the same situation previously. They fell into a comfortable silence for a moment before she spoke. “You’ve been here for a long time.”
It didn’t sound like a question, but he answered like it was. He didn’t want to stop talking with her, hoping it was bringing her some semblance of peace. “I have,” he confirmed with a nod. “Me and twelve other kids were the first here. That’s why I’m patient S013.”
“Thirteen is supposed to be an unlucky number,” she whispered.
Sylus cocked his head to the side, wondering if she was kidding. He’d never heard of that before, but if she was right, it would make perfect sense. Patients S013 and S113 being the two most focused on subjects in the lab coats’ top secret experiments did seem a bit too coincidental in his mind.
He sure did have a lot of time on his hands to think about things like that, too. She was the one hundredth kid after him to arrive, and ended up stuck here with him for the foreseeable. Maybe whichever newcomer unlucky enough to be patient S213 would end up in their same predicament.
“We’ll find our luck one day,” he finally responded, exuding all of his confidence into that one sentence. He was determined that he’d fight his way out of here one day, and that he’d be able to bring her with him. He wasn’t strong enough—not yet. But whatever they were doing to him here, he’d use it to his own advantage once he got a good understanding of it. “Maybe we’ll both get out of here, and we can see what the world is like.”
The girl smiled. Smiled at him, even in her state. It wouldn’t have been possible to not smile back, no matter how unnatural it felt for the corners of his lips to curl.
“Yeah,” she whispered. Her blinks were slowing down, and she looked sleepy. “That would be nice. I���d like to see the ocean one day, like I’ve read about in books.”
Sylus suddenly remembered the book he’d smuggled in, still resting coldly against his stomach beneath his gown. He quickly reached down into the neckline, grabbing it out and waving it up for her to see it.
“I could read to you, if you want? While you fall asleep.” He wasn’t sure if it would help her in any way, but the familiarity of a book seemed like the best form of comfort he could think of for her.
Her tired eyes lit up a little, and her smile widened. It struck something in Sylus’s heart, and for a moment, he wondered if he had a heart problem. He’d never felt such a feeling, but he liked it. It felt like a real feeling. Not just the horrible physical feelings of aches and pains.
It was a mental feeling. A caring feeling.
He settled himself back against the plump pillow behind him, opening up the book. It was a children’s fable that they’d read many times before, and the one book he enjoyed hearing her read. He checked on her once more, making sure she was still awake and eager to hear him read.
The idea of a book seemed to wake her up a bit from her fatigue, but even so, Sylus would read the book over and over until it lulled her into a peaceful sleep.
He quietly cleared his throat reading the title aloud the way she always does.
“The Kitten Who Met The Crow…”
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this little story! I think the lab rats theory is so interesting and couldn’t resist this sweet little idea! I’ve been a bit slow on the content recently and I do apologise, but I’m in the midst of moving into a new apartment and the stress of that on top of the way my neurodivergent son is struggling to cope with it has turned my brain to mush. Things should settle soon and I’ll be back on the requests 🤍
#love and deepspace#sylus#l&ds sylus#lads sylus#lnds sylus#sylus love and deepspace#love and deepspace mc#child!reader#child!sylus#lab rats#love and deepspace fanfiction#sylus fanfiction#sylus fanfic#sylus fluff#love and deepspace fluff#lads mc#sylus l&ds#sylus lads#love and deepspace fic
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Mcyt as Writing Prompts pt. 8/?
#scottishbeans#scott smajor#smallishbeans#smalletho#ethoslab#team ties#tangotek#galaxy duo#pearlescentmoon#jimmy solidarity#martyn inthelittlewood#scottyn#pirates smp#gempearl#geminitay#owenjuicetv#rats smp#team rancher#trafficshipping#hermitshipping#fic prompts#mcyt as writing prompts#my post
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Who wants to bet Peerless Cucumber has an entire fan base within the pidw’s fandom? Potentially even bringing in a portion of pidw’s readers who just want to enjoy shen yuan just loosing it in the comments.
Like sure, some of the fandom’s definitely there for the toxic masculinity and papapa, but I guarantee you there’s an entire section dedicated to gleefully watching the fandom sewer rat being feral.
#peerless cucumber is a fandom onto himself#shen yuan is the fandom feral sewer rat#shen yuan probably wrote just as much hate mail as airplane wrote for the novel#I just think it’d be humorous if airplane and cucumber are like synonymous with each other#like you can’t talk about pidw without cucumber being brought up too#it’s honestly pretty telling that Shang Qinghua knew who peerless cucumber was#he’s so famous for anti fanning that the author knows his name#svsss shen qingqiu#shen yuan#shen qingqiu#mxtx svsss#svsss#svsss fanfiction#svsss fic#svsss shitpost#scumbag system#scumbag self saving system#scumbag villain#pidw#peerless cucumber#airplane shooting towards the sky#cucumber bro#airplane bro
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Donnie from Not a fan of mystics by @doodlingbiscuit !
He’s so cute I love him :]
#this fic is my antidepressant 🙏#Patiently awaiting the next chapter :3#rottmnt#art#rottmnt donnie#digital art#procreate#my art#rat infested art!#rottmnt donatello#rottmnt fanart#rottmnt donnie x reader#rottmnt fic#rise donnie#rise donnie x reader#ok bye
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do u take requests?
If yes, could u do floyd x gn!reader crush headcanons?
if no, then ignore this
Floyd x Gn!Reader Crush Headcanons
I’m finally doing this omg this has been in my inbox for so long goddamn
Cracks knuckles Floyd by beloved
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Floyd is a little shit(lovingly) and at this point we all know it.
He truly find you interesting. Imagine a person from another world being isekaied fighting overblot dorm leaders + a vise dorm leader with a magical fire breathing cat
He truly gets to know you during book 3
The fact that you would go out of your way (more like forced lmao) to bargain with Azul to free your friends and that cat? Absolutely hilarious he can’t wait to see the downfall of that
It was only after Azul’s overblot that he started to notice things about you
To Jade, it’s always “shrimpy this” and “shrimpy that.” Who would’ve known you’ve attract the attention of his brother so much?
In real life, shrimp and eels have a symbolic relationship in the wild. The shrimp gets to clean the eel of parasites, dead skin and algae while the eel protects it.
But instead of cleaning, you give the eel all your attention and he protects you from the ‘less’ favorable students of NRC
It’s only when he sees you hanging around crabby and mackerel that he starts to feel funny
“Eeeeh..? Why do you wanna hang out with them? C’mon lil’ shrimpy! I’m way more fun than those little guppies! If they keep approaching you, I’ll have to squeeze them till they pop! I want you aaaall to myself!”
I head canon Floyd as a hopeless romantic as well as an obsessive type
He shows that he likes you in a really obvious way. Hell, he’ll even outright say it
His possessiveness comes from the thought of people taking you away from him, so his solution to this problem is to squeeze anyone who dares to approach you (romantically) is to squeeze them till they get sent to the ER.
He will drape his body over you like a massive blanket. It doesn’t matter where you are, what you are doing, he lay himself on your back
He respects your boundaries. If you specifically tell him to stop he will
If you don’t expect a lot of cuddling from Floyd and him following you around like a lost little puppy
“SHRIMPY~ I finally found you~ c’mon, I don’t feel like playing basketball today.. so I’m gonna hang out with you~”
Ace is on his knees begging you to come to every basketball game and meeting because whenever Floyd sees you he plays a lot better
He won’t hesitate to run up towards you in the stands if he sees you in the crowd. Doesn’t matter if he’s in the middle of a game either
Azul noticed how his mood seemed to shift a little whenever he sees you, so now he has you on speed dial whenever Floyd is in one of his moods
Either way you have a very affectionate eel on your tail. Only question is if you’ll return that affection
#twst#twisted wonderland#rat fics#floyd leech#floyd leech x reader#twst hcs#twisted wonderland headcanons
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*cough* he's thsick...
(more vampire au) (timelapse for subs)
#what happened to him#find out...#when i finish writing this fic i guess#vampire au#good omens#crowley#gomens#rat draws
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Me wtih literal eyevags: What if Shang Qinghua had Minecraft Creative Mode as his God powers in SVSSS
#need a fic#shang qinghua#airplane shooting towards the sky#SVSSS#scumbag self saving system#scumbag system#Give him Minecraft powers please the rat man has been on hardcore survival his whole two lives i think he deserves a treat
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reading a fic with Logan hiding in a dumpster to avoid Wade and talking about his feeling is such a mood you go rat king
#deadpool and wolverine#poolverine#deadclaws#wolverine#deadpool#logan howlett#wade wilson#deadpool 3#poolverine fic#deadpool and wolverine fic#poolverine fanfic#ngl i totally understand#no honeybadger only rat king#im laughing so hard rn#thank to the author for this moment
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TOUCHSTARVED WISH LIST:
✦ Vere going absolutely feral after he sees the MC getting hurt ✦
It's a Soulless that hurts them? The monster barely gets a swipe in before Vere is on it. He's ripping it apart with his fucking teeth. He can't stop growling, even after the thing is already dead, blood dripping down his face, splattering his chest, smeared all over his chains.
He's a force of nature - beautiful and deadly in equal measure.
His ears are going to stay pinned back for a while. He can't relax. MC can try to calm him down and comfort him but his disposition won't go back to normal until he's satisfied. (Satisfied with patching them up, fussing over them in a way that's just this side of an insult.) He'll take them to bed, but only in the most literal sense. (He just wants to listen to their heartbeat with his tail wrapped around them until he feels better.)
. . . But what if it is a human who does it? Say, someone from the Senobium…
Vere wants to blot them from the face of the earth but he can't. Not with the collar on. He has to resort to trickery or manipulation if he wants MC's assailant to stop.
��(And he has to act unaffected. He can't let on…)
It's absolutely maddening because he could squash their attacker like a bug if he wasn't so chained. He wouldn't have to watch this happen if -- he shouldn't have to watch this happen, they're his -- but he can't stop it, not the way he wants to. His hackles are up. His claws absolutely itch with the need to tear this vermin to shreds. His handlers will write it off as hunger, blood lust. (They'll be right, if only partially.)
Bonus Points: Vere seeks Kuras' help willingly in order to save MC's life.
The MC getting grievously injured…
Vere picking them up bridal style and carrying them to Kuras' clinic.
He doesn't wait in the line. (Not that there's going to be much of a line, people scatter like rats once they see his face.)
He'll break down the goddamn door if he has to. He doesn't say a word, just snarls at Kuras and refuses to be removed from the room while MC is treated.
(Does he fume in the corner the whole time? Or does he hover near Kuras, distrusting the angel, accepting the proximity despite his distaste?)
Kuras doesn't say anything either. He just gets to work.
#touchstarved wishlist: vere#touchstarved game#touchstarved vere#leaves this on the desk & goes to bed zzzzzz tired posting#real fic this weekend-ish if all goes well but i do not promise anything bc hhhfjakjadkj#i need to fire my brain and hire a team of little lab rat scientists & maybe a nice owl with glasses instead#queue: time for sleep zzzz#vere touchstarved#what is tag#this would happen...mid to late route i think#and it branches off depending on....#Quick thoughts for ya'll#I want to see Vere do something so against his character while so in character yaknow#toxintouch writing
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