#thirsty beep boops

[pronounrespector]

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[rwbyvein]

Snow Wraiths: Ghosts of the Passed

Ghost of Pyrrha: *possesses Winter's body*

Winter(P): I am not sure what I was expecting.

Ghost of Penny: Are you sure this is a good idea?

Winter(P): At this point, it is more experimentation.

Winter(P): *surprised look*

Winter: Would you care to tell me who you are, and how it is you are able to possess my body?"

Winter(P): *bowing*

Winter(P): I'm sorry.

Winter: you say that, but are still possessing my body.

Winter(P): I'm sorry, but I'm a friend of your sister.

Winter: Is this a Semblance?

Winter(P): Oh, no, I'm dead. It wasn't a clean death, so I cannot pass on.

Winter: . . .

Winter(P): I would like to thank you for being so accomodating.

Winter: Emotional responses have never been especially strong in my family.

Ghost of Penny: And rational ones?

Winter: *looks around*

Winter: Who's there?

Winter(P): I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to sit down.

Winter: *strides over to her couch and sits down, crossing her legs*

Winter: Well?

Winter(P): I am the ghost of Pyrrha Nikos.

Winter: *sits up properly*

Winter: I had hoped to meet you.

Winter(P): And my friend is the Ghost of Penny Polendina.

Winter: *goes pale*

Winter(P): It seems she will need time to process this.

Weiss: *steps into the room*

Ghost of Penny: *possesses Weiss*

Weiss(P): Walks over to the couch and sits down.

Weiss(P): Can we hug?!

Winter(P): Mayhap we should find calm her first.

Weiss (sarcastically): Oh, don't let me interupt you.

Winter(P): I suppose you would not recognize us.

Winter(P): *breathes deep*

Winter(P): Would it help if I say "Hello Again?"

Weiss: *curious expression*

Winter(P): The first time we met, you asked me for a favour.

Weiss: . . .

Winter(P): A gentils chevalier was approaching.

Weiss: . . .

Winter(P): He called you "Snow Angel."

Weiss: *eyes wide with shock*

Weiss: *calms herself down*

Weiss: And, myself?

Weiss(P): Beep-Bop-Boop

Weiss: . . .

Weiss: Penny?!

Weiss(P): Friend Weiss! It has been so long since we could speak!

Weiss(P): Is that why you are doing this?

Winter(P): Actually, we're going to turn you into sex slaves for Jaune.

Weiss: O.O

Winter(P): Willingly.

Weiss: And... I am supposed to just... accept this?

Winter(P): Accepting is the point of this.

Weiss: And... my sister?

Winter(P): A necessary sacrifice.

Weiss: *nearly panicking*

Winter(P): *places her hand on Weiss' knee*

Weiss: *relaxes*

Winter(P): As I said, everything we do here will be voluntary.

Weiss: It... has been... too long...

Winter(P): Could you bring up the picture?

Weiss(P): *starts playing with her scroll*

Scroll: *Thirsty Weiss in the Ever-After*

Weiss (nervously): How did you?..

Winter(P): We cannot pass on. Where did you expect us to go?

Weiss: . . .

Winter(P): It seems your opinion of my partner has changed over the years.

Weiss: . . .

Winter(P): It's just us girls, here. And you do not have to worry about me trying to cut into your claim.

Weiss: Who says it's my claim?!

Winter(P): *gestures to the picture*

Winter(P): Or maybe you would like to think back to Haven.

Weiss: . . .

Winter(P): I know what you were thinking.

Weiss: How could you possibly?... Yes.

Weiss(P): *giggles*

Weiss: And where is my sister, in all of this.

Winter: I am here, sister. My apparent absence is excused by the fact I have not come to any conclusion about this.

Winter (accusingly): You have spoke quite a bit about this gentleman, sister. You are either infatuated, or planning a vendetta, and I can only support one of those things.

Weiss: Sister!

Winter: Present circumstances aside, if you have feelings for this gentlemen, then you should not be afraid to pursue them.

Weiss: *scoff*

Weiss: Is that why you are here? To get Jaune and myself to?..

Winter(P): Oh, no. We wish to join you.

Weiss: Sister?!

Winter: I do not know if the feelings are my own, but - I find myself intrigued by this gentleman.

Winter(P): *stands up*

Winter(P): *offers Weiss her hand*

Weiss(P): *takes the hand and allows herself to be pulled to her feet*

Weiss: Do you really think you can force me to do?..

Weiss(P): Friend-Weiss, you have yet to even attempt to resist.

[dnrue]

It’s pretty cool that electronics are so durable.

Like, don’t get me wrong, mechanics generally need help and oiling and stuff, and rubber and foam melt after a while, which makes life difficult.

But also, once you clean it up it still works, pretty much. Sometimes you need to tweak some stuff and pull your hair out because the timing is off by milliseconds. But it still has life after sitting in some guy’s attic. It still has some hope. A soldier’s gameboy survived a bomb, and still worked.

Electronic parts can be replaced, and it’ll more or less accept your replacement of the thing that exploded years ago. And if you can’t find the right part, sometimes hot glue and surgically connecting multiple other things works well enough.

It’s neat. Just don’t give your wii orange juice, I beg you, it is not thirsty.

Also a while ago I got an electronic board game from my local friendly thrift store (The game was Find Furby) for three dollars to by absolute excitement.

When I got home, I took it out of the cardboard box, and turned it on. It worked flawlessly. I checked the batteries. THEY WERE FROM 2007 (or maybe 2003 i forget exactly) AND IT WORKED PERFECTLY. SomeHow the batteries didn’t explode or die, they just kept being polite and working more than anyone expected them to. Also the cat was scared of it.

The moral of the story: idk but somehow beep boop machines are very resilient.

[latveriansnailmail]

To all the thirsty bots messaging me:

I flagged and blocked the first one since I have the sense that God gave a carrot. Why then do you think I won't flag and block the hundredth? Beep boop you need a new approach. Or, you know, to stop.

[the-haiku-bot]

Mariana is

being thirsty on main for

Charlie btw

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

Mariana is being thirsty on main for Charlie btw

[storfulsten]

tfw u see a cute bomb person

[kimchitae]

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[thiswasinevitableid]

For the Monster March fills: could you do #4 with danbrey but with Aubrey as the vampire? Also NSFW if possible 💖💖

Here you go! It is indeed NSFW!

Content note: since this involves vampires, there are mentions of blood.

The gates to the fair aren’t even open yet and it’s already hot and dusty enough that Dani has to keep wiping down the counter of the Amnesty Farms booth. It’s only day one of three, so the smell of sliced, pureed, slushed, and juiced watermelon is still pleasant; by the end of the festival she won’t want to see so much as a seed.

“Okay, if the numbers were anything close to last year this should be enough juice and ice to cover us until noon, so I’ll start the next batch at eleven.” Barclay washes his hands, pink juice already staining his apron and the Kepler County Watermelon Festival tank-top beneath it.

“Roger that.” She salutes him and passes him his iced coffee. As they lean on the counter, counting down the minutes until opening, she studies the row of display tents across from them. Most of the other food is on the other side of the fairgrounds by the midway, so Amnesty dishes up cold treats from among the craft and multi-level marketing tents.

On the far end of the row, Indrid waves to them both from where he’s putting the finishing touches on a chalkboard reading, “Brutally Honest Fortune Telling.” Dani’s eyes drift down to the middle of the row to the tents across from the booth, ones that will be shaded by the rodeo stadium all day, and stop on the one where the canvas is swirls of red and black. The front is closed, and there’s no sign.

“Who’s in the flashy tent?”

“Dunno” Barclay polishes off his coffee, “I hope it’s not another legging place.”

“I can go see-” her phone beeps, “never mind. Here we go.”

The crowds stream through the front gates as the exhibit halls unlock their doors. Most customers only want juice this early in the day, though she admires the people who order the watermelon slush mixed with soft-serve at eight in the morning for owning their desires.

There’s a lull in the line once the first round of rodeo events and stage performers start, and when her field of vision is no longer filled with short sleeves and denim shorts, the red and black tent is open, the sign on the table informing her it’s the home of “Lady Flame: Magician and Hypnotist Extraordinaire.”

“Um, hi.”

Dani jumps back; she swears that customer wasn’t in the shadow of the booth a second ago. It’s a young woman, about her age, and Dani’s amazed she isn’t melting in her black combat boots. She’s in a long black skirt and black denim jacket, with a polka-dot sunhat artfully pinned into her curly black hair. Upon closer inspection, the hat is dotted with tiny, red bunnies.

When her gaze moves to face beneath the brim, her brain grinds to a stop like a broken blender. Black lipstick covers extremely kissable lips, a spray of freckles covers her cheeks, and she looks for all the world like some sort of punk-rock angel.

“Ahem.” Barclay clears his throat from where he’s smashing watermelon through a sieve and tilts his head at the woman. Right, Dani should probably do her job.

“Hi, what can I get you?”

“Can you put some watermelon juice in this?” She pulls a small, collapsible bowl from the large, flame shaped bag on her shoulder.

“I mean, I guess? Wouldn’t you rather have a cup?”

“Oh, it’s not for me, it’s for Dr. Harris Bonkers.” She gestures to a wiggling, whiskered nose as it emerges from the bag.

“Awwww, hey there little guy. You thirsty?” Dani coos as a rabbit pokes it’s head out to regard her; it’s white with reddish-pink eyes and a big, black marking on it’s back.

“These summer shows are rough on him, but he’s a trooper. So I try to spoil him. Don’t I?” The woman boops the bunny on the nose.

“Here, let me get that juice for you.” Dani takes the bowl over to the dispenser, and as the liquid spills out she gets the distinct feeling she’s being watched. She turns around just in time to see the woman look away. The rabbit has no such qualms, eyes fixed on the bowl for her whole walk to the counter.

“Two bucks should do it, this is about half the size we normally sell.”

The woman passes her a five dollar bill, nails glittering with red paint, “Keep the change.” She winks, picks up the bowl, and walks the shade dappled path back to her tent.

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“Keep the change? Ugggh, that was so corny!” Aubrey finishes securing the flap on the tent, “I could have said something smooth, she just, did you see how hot she was? Why is a watermelon patterned tank-top that low cut? How am I supposed to make words!?”

Dr. Harris Bonkers blinks at her, then sits up on his hind legs and grooms his face.

“You’re right, you’re right, we should focus on getting ready.” She double checks her cards and flashpaper, switches into her stage wear as the sun finally drops low enough in the sky that there’s no direct sunlight hitting the fairgrounds. As the dad band currently playing the main stage blares out the opening of “Sweet Caroline,” she tucks the rabbit into his carrier and heads over to finish up her back-stage preparations.

She’s doing two shows each night, and as per usual there are more kids at the earlier one. That’s nice, because they giggle at Dr. Harris Bonkers and are charmed by even her simplest tricks, their enthusiasm passing to the surrounding adults. As she segues from the magic portion to the hypnosis segment, she spots a flash of golden hair at the back row. The girl in the watermelon t-shirt is leaning against one of the support posts, clearly enjoying the show. And when Aubrey asks for volunteers to be put under a trance, she raises her hand.

It would be so easy to call on her and set her in one of the chairs. To keep a comforting hand on her shoulder or back, smell the watermelon on her skin, under the guise of making sure she doesn’t fall off the stage while doing Aubrey’s bidding.

But that’s how someone goes from hot vampire to creepy vampire, and Aubrey is not a creepy vampire. So she fills the chairs with other, less captivating volunteers, and goes on with the show.

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“Sorry, we’re not open���oh, hi again.” Dani smiles as the Lady Flame steps up to the counter.

“Hi, I was hoping I could get AH, Dr. Harris Bonkers no!” She grabs for the rabbit, who leaps out of her bag, vaults off the counter, and just misses landing on the table where Barclay is preparing watermelon puree.

“Hey buddy, c’mere” Barclay bends down and the bunny bolts, wiggling his way under one of the tables.

“How does he make himself that small?” Dani asks, holding open the side door so the woman can hurry in.

She lays on her stomach, “I wish I knew. C'mon doctor, come out, be a good bunOW” her calf, exposed from her skirt riding up, rolls into a patch of sunlight and she hisses.

“Are you ok-”

“Totally fine!” She rubs her ankle, smile oddly tight-lipped.

Dani grabs a melon rind, kneeling next to here and holding it right at the edge of the table, “Here bunnybunnybunny.”

When most of the rabbit is visible, she scoops him up. He looks as betrayed as is possible for a small animal with a piece of fruit in it’s mouth.

“Aw, he likes you.” The magician stands, petting the black patch of fur as it settles in Dani’s arms, “I always said he has good taste.”

Dani blushes, drifts their fingers closer together, “Um, I never got your name.”

“Aubrey.” Chilly fingertips brush her thumb.

“I’m Dani.”

“I, um, I don’t know what your schedule is like but, um, if you’re free between my shows I’d like to buy you a, like, Potato Tornado or something. If you want.”

Dani inadvertently squeezes the rabbit closer, “I’d love to.” Her alarm buzzes and she passes the bunny back to Aubrey, “Sorry, I’ve gotta go run the counter.”

“See you tonight.” Aubrey manages finger-guns from beneath the rabbit and slips out the side door.

Dani glances at Barclay, who’s trying hard not to laugh.

“Gay.”

“Very. And don’t make me bring up the guy in the Bigfoot shirt yesterday. No one likes watermelon snacks that much, he just kept coming back to check you out.”

“I’ll serve that snack as many times as he wants.”

Dani mouths “knew it” as the first cluster of customers comes to the counter.

Saturday is always the busiest, so she doesn’t even have spare seconds to daydream. When there’s finally a tiny lull, Aubrey’s tent is open. She’s visibly bored, drumming her fingers on the merch table, but when she spots Dani she grins and waves. Then she glances around, picks up a small whiteboard, and writes something. When she turns it around, Dani laughs.

Nice Melons ;)

She pulls an unused chalkboard from the supply box and writes back.

Thanks, Hot Tomato

Aubrey’s replying cackle makes her feel like her feet aren’t touching the dirt.

Forget the ice cream, you’re the sweet thing I want

Dani scribbles back

Are you a ferris wheel? Because I want to ride you all night

Aubrey hides her face under her sunhat, and Dani quickly hides the board as a clump of five families arrive for some soft-serve.

They flash signs back and forth whenever they can. By the end of the afternoon they’re both running out of pick-up lines and puns. But Dani doesn’t want to stop, and Aubrey seems to feel the same.

Dani uses up the last of the yellow chalk

I like your hair.

Aubrey touches the red streak at the front of it, then turns her board.

I like your smile.

Said smile stays on her face until Barclay gives the all clear for her to take her dinner break. She and Aubrey hit up Kepler Korndogs and Cotton Candy (“why’d they only keep the Ks for part of it?” “I’ve learned it’s best not to ask”). The magician buys Dani dinner with a flourish, but doesn’t eat anything herself.

“I don’t eat between shows. One time I got dinner all down my blouse and had to wear a “I Heart Crabs” tee under my magicians jacket.”

“I bet you still looked good.”

“Pfft” Aubrey’s nose crinkles as she looks away.

“I’m serious” Dani takes her hand as they walk past the 4-H displays, “vegetable puns aside, I meant it when I said you were beautiful.”

“That’s pretty awesome coming from you, cutie.” Aubrey smiles, a real one, and Dani swears she sees oddly pointed teeth right before her phone dings to tell her to get back for the dessert rush.

“Ugh, fuck. I’ll, I’ll see you at the second show. Thanks for dinner!”

Aubrey waves, then grabs Dr. Harris Bonkers from the satchel and makes him wave with his ears.

They’re so slammed at the booth that Dani only makes it back for the second half of the show. Aubrey is dazzling in her red shirt, sparkly black jacket, and short, black skirt, and when she calls for volunteers to be hypnotized Dani eagerly raises her hand. For the second time, Aubrey sees her and then moves right past her. She’s not hurt, just bummed; Aubrey is staying in town for an unknown amount of time, and she wants to spend as much of it up close and personal with her as possible.

Still, the hypnosis routine is just as impressive as it was last night. Dani’s worked lots of events with hypnotists, and most have to send at least a few volunteers right back to their seats for not being the right fit. Not Aubrey; every volunteer stays, transforming into animals, mimes, and dancers under the confident, bright patter of Aubreys’ voice.

Dani applauds loudly at the end, then hurries back to help Barclay with the final clean-up. Just as they step out of the closed booth, Barclay’s gaze snaps to a figure standing near the pop-up bar.

“I’m, uh, I’m just gonna go talk to him for, uh, a few minutes. But if you don’t wanna wait you can take the car and I can get home some other way.”

“I’m good, I’m gonna go see if Aubrey is still here. Have fun ‘talking.”

Barclay stealthily flips her off as his favorite customer pats the bar seat next to him.

Aubrey’s tent, like all those around it, is dark, but when Dani gets close she can hear Dr. Harris Bonkers munching on something. She sneaks in the back flap, looking around for the magician.

“Hey, cutie.”

“OH my god.” Dani whirls around, “sorry, startled me. I’ve got some time to kill while my ride is busy, and I wanted to see if you were still here.”

“Yep! Mostly because I sleep here; cheaper than a hotel.”

“Um, if you want to sleep not next to horse stables, you could stay at the farm? All I have to do is tell Barclay you’re bunking here and he’ll be down to give you a ride.”

“Sweet! Uh, you two get here early tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah, so you’ll have plenty of time to get your booth set-up if you need to.” She fiddles with a split end, “uh, this might be nothing, but is there a reason you didn’t want to hypnotize me?”

“Um. Yeah. There is.” Aubrey takes a deep breath, “my hypnosis isn’t some technique; it’s a thrall. And I reeeeally don’t like using it on people I want something from because I’m always worried it won’t be fully gone when I ask them for whatever it is and they’ll do something they don’t really want. And I wanted to ask you if we could keep hanging out, and maybe make-out too at some point so, yeah, no getting tricked into thinking you’re a chicken for you.”

“That totally makes sense. I appreciate that you…wait, a thrall is like a fantasy thing for vampires and stuff. Are you messing with me?”

Aubrey’s eyes flicker with orange light, glowing brighter as she smiles, “Nope.”

Dani stares at the points of her fangs, “Holy crap.”

The vampire steps closer and Dani is suddenly keenly aware of the darkness in the tent and the fact the only open location is the bar, it’s music and patrons drowning out any sound coming from outside its’ walls.

Then she looks at Aubrey and sees the woman she’s spent the last few days getting to know, and the fear dissipates from her spine.

“Um, if this is freaking you out we can, like, go for a walk or something.”

“No, nono” Dani takes a chilly hand, pulling Aubrey closer, “though this explains why you didn’t eat dinner.”

“Yeah. There was only one snack I wanted.” Aubrey bounces her eyebrows, then disarms the expression with laughter, “sorry, that was bad. It was either the bad joke or saying you have a pretty neck and I’m going to stop talkingMppph!” The vampire throws her arms around Dani as the human kisses her. Her lips have the same odd, but not unpleasant, chill as her fingers, so Dani focuses on warming them, teasing her tongue between them now and then just to hear Aubrey purr.

When she finally stops to breathe, she gets a flash of an even brighter glow in Aubrey’s eyes before the vampire buries her face against her neck.

“Fuck” Aubrey groans, tucking her arms between them and resting her hands flat on Dani’s stomach and collarbone, “nuh uh, I’m not gonna ask, not gonna do it.”

“Do what?” Dani traces a finger up a fishnet-clad thigh.

“Ask to bite you. It can weird people out and also, like, it’s big ask and the kissing is super nice-”

“Could be fun” Dani brings her lips close to Aubrey’s ear, “if you ask nicely enough.”

Aubrey shivers, gripping Dani’s shirt as she kisses her shoulder, “Please?”

“Hmmm”

“Pretty please?”

“Better, but no.” Dani squeezes her ass playfully and Aubrey snickers as she kisses a line up her throat.

“Please, Dani, you beautiful ray of sunshine, my gorgeous honeysuckle, who looks so good I’m lucky I didn’t turn into a bat and fly away the first time you smiled at me, please, please let me have just a taste, it’ll feel so good, I promise.”

“That’s more like it. Okay fireblossom, you can have a little bite.”

“Hell yes” Aubrey kisses the same spot on her neck over and over, “if it hurts too much or you’re gonna pass out, tell me and I can stop.”

“Got it. How do we-” she gasps, holding tight to the black jacket as fangs pierce her skin. The pain is exquisite for a millisecond, her whole body tensing, ready to run or fight the intrusion. Then it all drains away, pleasure rushing in to replace it and all she wants is to collapse in Aubrey’s arms and let her take and take until she’s satisfied.

The vampire sucks harder, moans against Dani’s skin when she threads her fingers into curly hair. Pleasure and hunger are dripping down her chest and pooling in her stomach, and the moment she notices she’s soaking her underwear is the moment she grabs Aubrey’s hand and guides it downwards, reluctantly moving her own hands from Aubrey’s body to get the button her shorts open.

“If that’s okay?” She whispers.

Aubrey lifts her head, a bead of blood on her chin and her eyes wide, “So fucking okay.” She pushes Dani’s underwear to the side, teases her clit as she laps at the bitemarks.

“Good girl” Dani moans as Aubrey slips two fingers inside.

“Oh I like that.” Aubrey adds pressure to her strokes, “not, not something people usually say to vampires.”

“That’s silly” Dani kisses her cheek, grinding against her hand as she adds, “good vampires deserve praise.”

Aubrey drags her lips to the other side of her neck, “Fuck, Dani, can I bite you again? Wanna, wanna know how you taste when you cum.”

“Such a sweet girl, asking for another bite.” Dani paws at her chest as Aubrey pants into her skin, “go for it.”

The same burst of pain followed by an even stronger cascade of pleasure, as if her body missed the sensation of fangs feeding from her. Aubrey’s fingers fumble as she drinks, a groan spilling from her mouth, but they find just the right speed and angle, the sensation mingling with the mind-delighting pain to make Dani cum while whispering her name.

Aubrey pulls back, licking the punctures and stopping the bleeding almost instantly. Then she fixes Dani with a beautiful, adoring smile.

“You’re delicious, honeysuckle.”

“Thanks, firebug.” She manages to get her shorts off in one try, “no wonder people write romances about vampires; that was incredible.”

“Gotta show the cute girl a good time.” Aubrey nestles up to her.

“Dani? You still around?” Barclay’s voice suggests he’s walking towards the tent.

“Shit, I didn’t even get the chance to get you off.”

“Um, you actually did; if I’m feeding from someone who really wants me and is, like, feeling me up, I can cum untouched.”

“...wow, that means it’s gonna be even more fun when I let you feed after eating me out.”

“Hell yes it will. C’mon, let’s go see if I can actually crash at your place.”

As predicted, the instant Aubrey explains her situation, Barclay is more or less herding her (and the quickly packed up Dr. Harris Bonkers) towards the car. Dani joins her in the back seat, and as they drive she realizes she can’t see Aubrey’s reflection in the window.

It should weird her out. But all it does is make her shift her gaze to the face beside her, take Aubrey’s hand and let the very sleepy and satisfied vampire rest her head on her shoulder.

[whumpapalooza]

Day 18: creation prompt - support

@whumpmasinjuly​

Beep-boop, time for some space intern OCs!

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It was their first job. A simple job: get coffee. Except there was no coffee produced on Anemoi.

Blare was sure that this was an initiation thing – send the interns off-world, give them a fetch quest – but she was so thirsty for assignment that she accepted the task without question.

So, in a roundabout way, it was her own fault that they were in this predicament.

“Ptahfi – Ptahfi!” Blare hissed, shaking the engineer’s shoulder. He didn’t stir.

Blare could hear shouts behind her, no doubt from the hostiles who had thrown Ptahfi into the wall. She could hear DiHonos and Nic’hel shouting back. Their shadows loomed over Blare and Ptahfi; they had moved to defend their prone fellow.

Blare lifted Ptahfi’s head and grimaced – there was a bloody gash on his left temple. Blare looked up at the final member of their crew, and the only non-human. “Hecatezen, you’re a physician,” she said. “What do we do?”

Hecatezen knelt down and took Ptahfi’s head into his scaly hands. He placed Ptahfi’s head in his lap and began to inspect him. “I will assume control,” the Hecatean said without looking up. “I believe your skills are needed elsewhere.”

Blare cast one last glance at Ptahfi before getting to her feet and standing with DiHonos and Nic’hel.

“Look, look – there’s got to be another solution, here,” DiHonos was saying, his hands raised in a peaceful gesture.

“Yeah,” Nic’hel added. She made a dramatic gesture behind her. “You don’t just fling people into walls!”

The lead hostile snarled something in Auran.

Blare scoffed. She lifted her chin and replied coolly in the hostiles’ native tongue. The hostiles blinked at her in surprise.

“That’s right,” Blare said in Standard. “You’ve just assaulted an agent of the SCS. I suggest you get lost before you make things worse for yourself.”

The hostiles looked to their leader anxiously. The Auran mustered a glare at Blare, but then turned and dismissed his unit. They scattered through the outpost.

“Well, that was fun,” Nic’hel grunted.

DiHonos turned around. “Oh, Libra, that’s a lot of blood,” he said in a queasy voice. Blare and Nic’hel turned around and saw Hecatezen pressing a cloth to Ptahfi’s temple. Red was already soaking through.

“We need to get him back to Aegis,” Blare said. “Hecatezen, can he be moved?”

Hecatezen’s tail tip twitched. “It’s preferable that he stir, first,” he said.

Then, as if on cue, Ptahfi did. He groaned, then his eyelids fluttered open. For a moment, his eyes were unfocused. But as he regained consciousness, and he realized he was on the ground, his eyes began to dart back and forth with alarm.

“You’re alright,” Nic’hel said. Her eyes flicked to Hecatezen. “Right?”

Hecatezen helped Ptahfi sit up. “I will examine you further back on the craft, but I anticipate a swift recovery.”

“What – what happened?” Ptahfi asked.

“Ah, apparently we cut the line,” DiHonos said, his eyes avoidant of Ptahfi’s wound. “Pissed off some locals.” He offered Ptahfi a hand. Nic’hel offered her hand, as well. Ptahfi took both hands and allowed himself to be pulled up. He stumbled a bit. Nic’hel and DiHonos stepped forward and threw Ptahfi’s arms over their shoulders.

Blare looked over at Hecatezen. “We can go, then?” she asked. Hecatezen nodded and got to his feet.

“You’re not leaving without your order, are you?” Blare turned around to see the barista holding out a box of coffee pods. “You already paid and everything,” the barista added.

Blare accepted the box and led the way out of the trading post. Nic’hel and DiHonos supported Ptahfi between them, and Hecatezen brought up the rear – no doubt monitoring Ptahfi’s unsteady steps the entire way.

At the time, it had seemed a good idea to land their craft over the horizon. They didn’t want to draw attention to themselves, after all. But now the walk back was agonizingly slow, and Blare could hear Ptahfi’s stifled grunts and groans as he was guided back to Aegis.

Ptahfi’s face looked paler every time Blare glanced back.

Once Aegis came into view, Blare heard DiHonos murmur something. “Almost there,” he said to Ptahfi. “Not much further, buddy.”

Ptahfi said nothing, just gave a grunt as he took another step that jostled his head.

Blare readjusted her grip on the coffee box. She maneuvered it into one arm, then reached up with her free hand and tapped thrice at the crest on her sternum. From yards away, Aegis hummed in response. The ramp lowered for them.

“Got a little climb,” DiHonos warned Ptahfi. There was no response, not even a grunt.

“You still with us, Chuck?” Nic’hel asked.

There was a pause. “My name’s Glen.” Ptahfi’s voice was confused.

“Yeah, but you just got chucked into a wall.”

DiHonos gave a snort of amusement. Blare shot Nic’hel a stern glance, but Nic’hel’s gap-toothed grin didn’t fade.

Blare wasn’t looking forward to reporting back to the SCS. Ptahfi had been hurt on her watch. (While it wasn’t explicitly stated that she was in charge, it was implied when they gave her the helm of Aegis.)

It had been their first job, a simple job, and someone had gotten hurt. If Blare was back home on Minerva, her aunt would have called it a bad omen for their internship. She hoped it was wrong – just another stupid superstition.

But, as they settled Ptahfi in the Medical Bay, Blare couldn’t help but think that this internship would be a lot more dangerous than she’d expected.

[memedong]

wheres the a/b/o dating website

[sirmattchap]

The Dawning

“HAPPY DAWNING GUYS!” Boomed Hayes’ voice as he kicked in the doors of his bar. A wide white smile stretched across his blue skin. Below his eyes were noticeable bags; his short charcoal hair was dusted in a layer of snow, as was his civilian clothes. A simple vest, long sleeved shirt, a pair of paints; unremarkable, despite the colour. His attire was a mix of gold, white, and blue; no doubt a shader he picked up from Eva. The Awoken looked around his home away from home, easily spotting his fireteam sitting at the counter. “Oh good, you’re both here. I would’ve looked foolish if you guys weren’t.” 

    “You always look like a fool.” Tank sassed him. Tank sat at the counter, propping his head up with a hand. Weary eyes matched his wrinkled human face. He was dressed in his rusted green armour, bulky and falling apart.  In his free hand he gripped a glass of blue liquor he’d been nursing.

    “Is this the reason you told us to be here so early?” Scolded Atlas-7. Atlas sat next to him on crossed legs. He sipped delicately from a porcelain tea cup dressed in his glacial blue robes. His face portrayed no emotion, but his death grip on his cup warned those around him of his disposition. 

“Is it early? I thought it would have been more late” Hayes chimed, closing the doors to the bar. The bitter cold beat against the closed doors.

Atlas set his cup down, “It is 4:30 AM” he hissed.

Hayes whistled, leaning against the door. “Really? I lost track of time a couple of days ago… least, I think it was a few days ago” 

Tank raised his head, nearly spilling his drink as he spoke. “You haven’t slept in days again!? We talked about this last month, kid.” 

“No time for sleep, I’ve been too busy making your Dawning presents.” He spoke with a spring in his step, bounding towards his friends.

“Oh no…” Muttered Tank, taking a healthy swig of his drink after that.

“Is that why you called us here?” Atlas pried. The Exo conjured a ball of void energy and began to roll it in his palm.

“Yea, didn’t I say that when I- hey, HEY! No magic in my bar! Keep that purple crap outside!” Hayes barked at the Warlock

    “It is not magic you cretin. I am using my Light to pull apart atoms creating a vaccu-”

    “Blah, blah, blah, magic beep boop.” Mocked the Hunter.

    “Children, stop fighting…” Tank gave a smug grin.

    “He started it.” The two spoke in unison.

    “What was I doing again?” Hayes scratched his chin, drifting off in thought. “Magic… Fighting off a raccoon… talking clock complaining about time again…" He stared daggers at Atlas during the last one. "Damn I’m thirsty.” The Awoken slid across the top of the bar, nearly hitting his companions in the process. Before either of them could register what was happening, Hayes was already gulping down whiskey straight from the bottle.

“Presents.” Tank spoke exasperated, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Oh yeah!” Hayes ducked behind the bar, instantly resurfacing with two poorly wrapped boxes. “Take!” He exclaimed, shoving the gifts in his teammate’s faces. 

Tank and Atlas locked eyes. “They can’t be as bad as last years.” Atlas whispered. 

"What were we supposed to even do with a toothbrush that doubles as an explosive?" Tank hushly replied.

"I do not even have teeth." Atlas added.

Hayes broke his kiss with the quickly draining bottle. "It wasn't meant for your teeth." 

    The Titan and Warlock exchanged confused glances for a moment, trying to decipher this new enigma. “Moving on…” Atlas sat up straight.

Cautiously, the two grabbed the gifts. Tank began unwrapping his first, carefully at first, but that caution gave way to careless tearing, realizing there was no way to salvage the wrapping paper. Hayes finished the bottle and slammed it on the counter in a freshly drunken stupor. Tank took the lid off the box his eyes widening when it came into view. “A plant?” Atlas questioned.

“No... This is...“ Tank spoke with amazement, his hands trembling as it reached out to a potted plant. It had only a few leaves, and a thin stalk. On top of it sat a flower however. It had white pedals making the shape of a V.

“Not jus’ any plant. I tracked down yer old hidey hole. Shurprise!” Hayes slurred, resting his head on the wooden counter.

A tear welled at the corner of the Titan’s eye while he slowly caressed the edges of the flower's pedals. "These were the first flowers to spread in Chicago. I kept some on my bedside to help me through the day."

Hayes was growing a satisfied smirk on his face, cushioning his head on an arm. The Hunter lazily turned his attention to the Warlock and wiggled his eyebrows. Atlas began to strip his box of its wrappings. The lid came off his box and green robotic eyes peered inside. He reached inside and slowly pulled out a small storage device, no bigger in size than a thumb’s nail. Atlas intently studied the object, glancing to the inebriated Awoken starting merrily at him. 

“Evrry book I could find ‘n shix weeks, digitized by Chaplin…” He slid off the bar, dropping his bottle as he fell. Tank and Atlas peered over the top, seeing the Hunter thoroughly passed out. The two looked at each other and nodded in silent agreement. Atlas ran out of the pub as fast as his legs could take him. Tank wandered around the bar looking for Hayes Ghost to no luck.

Tank sighed and called out. “Chaplin! Hayes needs you!” Seconds passed before a Ghost materialized. “Good to see you. Listen, can you make sure your Guardian there doesn’t wake up with a hangover?” The mute Ghost nodded, and returned to his ally. Atlas walked back in, a pillow under one arm, and thick cloths under the other. The Warlock cushioned his head, while The Titan covered him in the blankets. The two silently nodded to each other, and started to leave. Atlas left, eager to begin reading his new tomes of knowledge. Tank left the plant on the bar, it would make a beautiful new decoration. On his way out, he turned back and spoke to his sleeping companion. 

“Happy Dawning, kid’

[handbookerhelper]

Beep boop, remember to hydrate! Beep boop.

'Cus I'm so thirsty?

[controlledhues]

IMA BE REAL WITH U CHIEF i have no idea what attracted me to mel i guess i just saw that grims and her would click LGAHLSLHZOHSOBBLSBL but then ur amazing writing n art were also big factorsssssssssss

Beep boop! What drew you to my OC: Part Two.

NOW I FEEL BAD BC I FOLLOWED YOU ONLY BC I WAS THIRSTY FOR GRIMSLEY 

jk sdfhsdjkghsdfjkhdskj IM JOKING (I mean Mel now is super thirsty for him i don’t know what I can do about it ;shrug: ;)))) ) 

Te amo, I already told you this, but you are someone incredibly important and I’m so happy that we got to meet each other ;__;. Eres una bendición, bb.

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

Having a thirsty moment

*BEEP*

"Sir I think we are missing bus 5109"

*BOOP*

👂

Damn, you ain't lying mother fucker.

[theotherrookie]

Always because I can’t have nice things..

What a wonderful begin of a vacation.

I was actually having a good time today, doing some minor chores around the house and enjoying being able to exist without having to worry about deadlines for the first time in two years, when *beep boop* there comes a lovely message telling me my Judo teacher has left our gym, for reasons that we just aren’t allowed to know. My teacher, literally the one person that’s responsible for our association existing and still being this popular after so many damn years has been kicked out his.

A couple of hours later, the other teacher, the greatest incompetent and most likely the motherfucker responsible for my teacher leaving, quietly informs me and the rest of my group that he’s gone and we’re getting a new teacher who has <generic sports merits that we should be impressed by> and is going to communicate the program for the next year very soon. NO other information given, NO FUCKING explanation as to why any of this shit is happening. A stick up the ass has actually more soul than this idiot.

It’s not like there is a bond between teacher and students they’re literally pissing on right now, am I right?

I am absolutely pissed off.

Judo, the one thing I had that helped me through some very hard times in my life, and still does now, has been ruined twice because of money thirsty motherfuckers.

This has happened in my old gym as well, with a different teacher and again, it was supposedly just about fucking money. I do not want to deal with this again.

I fucking despise their existence and seriously hope I never see them again in person because I might spit on them for how fucking disgusting these subhumans are.

[stuckstucktrolls]

Quality M!A Masterlist

----- Physical M!As -----

Time Warp: Muse is suddenly a specified age.

Equipment Change: Muse is suddenly a specified gender.

Pinch And Drag: Muse is suddenly a specified size.

Odd Organism: Muse is turned into a specified animal.

Odder Organism: Muse is turned into a specified monster.

Beep Boop: Muse is turned into a robot. If muse is normally a robot, they are now a living being.

Spirit Door: Muse is turned into a ghost. If muse is normally a ghost, they are now alive.

Oh Hell No: Muse is split into good and evil versions of themself.

Assimilation: Muse now has specified robotic features or components.

Flutter: Muse now has wings of a specified size.

Name It: A specified physical feature of the muse's is now very different.

----- Personality M!As -----

Abloo Bloo: Muse can't stop crying.

Snuggle Bug: Muse is now exceptionally affectionate to everyone.

ESAD: Muse suddenly despises a specified person or thing.

Red Heart: Muse is now passionately in love with a specified person.

Hero Worship: Muse idolizes a specified person and thinks everything about them is amazing.

Obsession: Muse cannot stop thinking about a specified person or thing.

Constant Boners: Muse's libido has gone wild and they can't stop thinking about sex.

Rustled Jimmies: Muse is rebellious and easily angered.

Game Over Man: Muse is now terrified of a specified thing.

----- Abilities and Afflictions -----

3D Motion: Muse can now fly.

Lights Out: Muse cannot see.

Muted Speakers: Muse cannot hear.

Muted Mic: Muse has no voice and can't make a sound.

Heavy Chest: Muse suddenly has difficulty breathing.

Now Try Rapping: Muse now thpeakth with a lithp.

S.S. Stutter: Muse now speaks with a s-severe stu-stutt-t-ter.

Nerve Pain: Muse is struck by intense, constant pain which nothing can alleviate.

Sucky Symptoms: Muse becomes miserably ill with specified symptoms.

Woop Bang Crash: Muse has lost their depth perception and balance.

Bonk Smack Thump: Muse suddenly loses all feeling in their limbs.

Twitchy Skin: Muse is extremely sensitive to touch.

Whoa Mama: Muse orgasms every time their name is said.

Sweet n Spicy: Muse feels like their mouth is on fire and only kisses make it stop.

Let Me Up: Muse is tied down and at the mercy of others.

Minor Inconvenience: Muse's clothes have all gone missing.

Strip Party: One item of muse's clothing disappears every time a specified thing occurs.

Mee Yow: Muse is suddenly some kind of sex kitten.

Pshhh Naw: Muse is now completely drunk.

Pick Your Poison: Muse has to do a specified thing every time their name is said.

Truth Obsession: Muse either cannot lie, or they cannot stop lying.

Dancing On The Ceiling: Muse is somehow unaffected by gravity.

That's Creepy: Muse now looks exactly like a specified person.

No Survivors: Muse is suddenly on a murderous rampage.

Spicy Meatball: Muse breathes fire whenever they open their mouth.

Seadweller: Muse is now aquatic and cannot survive out of water.

400 Blankets: Muse is now freezing cold and can't seem to get warm.

Shouldn't Have Said That: Muse has lost their verbal filter and now blurts whatever comes to mind.

Thirsty: Muse is now a blood-drinker. They don't get fangs or special abilities, but they must now find blood to drink or they will starve. Other food and drink makes them vomit.

Just Not Your Day: A tiny storm cloud follows muse around and rains on them at specified times.

He Has A Point: Muse now has an angel and a demon, which only they can see and hear, perched on their shoulders and offering advice.

----- Interactive M!As -----

Kiss Me Whole: Muse is slowly fading away and will only return to normal when kissed.

Song And A Kiss: Muse loses their voice and will only regain it when kissed.

Don't Make It Creepy: Muse falls asleep and can only be awoken with a kiss.

I'll Owe You: Muse turns into a frog and will only return to normal when kissed.

Gimme Sugar: Muse suddenly wants to kiss anyone who says their name.

C'mere Babe: Muse is suddenly compelled to kiss anyone who sends them an ask.

Very Well: Muse is owned by a specified person and must obey their commands.

Yes Mistress: Muse must submit to any commands given to them.

Come Fairy: Specified person has the ability to bring muse to orgasm by pointing at them.

Stuck On You: Muse is chained to a specified person for a certain length of time. Include chain leeway/length.

I Feel Strange: Muse swaps personalities with a specified person.

I Look Strange: Muse swaps bodies with a specified person.

Bad Sexy Idea: Muse is now on a quest to make out with the one person they know they shouldn't.

B-Baka: Muse now acts like a bashful, blushing klutz around a specified person.

Ooh Kinky: Muse is suddenly into BDSM and on a mission to get it on with a specified person.

Hey Whatcha Doin: Muse is compelled to follow a specified person around and can't leave them alone.

TMI Warning: Muse is compelled to confess an opinion or feeling they have about anyone they speak to.