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xdollydoodlesx · 2 years

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Since I had done some edgy headcannons, along with a picture, lemme do a palette cleanser of some softer headcannons/AU ideas!

I like to think she is a mix of cat, spider/tarantula, and maybe chameleon along with the normal plushe DNA stuff. They have fluff like a long haired kitty, multi arms/eyes and large main eyes like a spider, and shade shifting patches of skin/idk like a chameleon.

Their mouth may be gone but that doesn’t mean she is 100% mute! Humming, clicking, and purring are all possible~ if you peer past the fluff on their face you can even spot the old scars along with how their mouth would have looked somewhat. Think owo

Their fur fluffs up in reaction to certain strong emotions, however only when 100% mad do their tarantula fur barbs come into play so no worrying about accidental pokes even if you annoy them!

Heck at one point they intentionally tried removing those barbs by hand for WIP reasons, wasn’t the best idea tbh n it left them sore af but ok, felt kinda like pulling off finger nails…

They like to idly twiddle parts of their fur which is why some parts of their body is better taken care of then others, also they are left handed n use that side’s arms much more often then their right.

If the need to eat is a factor they have a special part of their chest pouch that allows for somewhat easy feeding, it is separated from the storage area like a sorta gland that may have been something else before it was repurposed as a way of feeding.

They are mostly carnivorous and can scavenge if need be but due to them being part spider they are good at slowing their metabolism via sleep or just less movements n lowering body heat when food supplies are super low, but like all playtime mascots they can have a surprisingly large appetite… More then you’d expect for a bean her size tbh.

They do have memory problems even after things get better so a little notebook is always kept nearby to jot down important info… or give a impromptu gift if you made them really happy.

When sleeping they use their arms like blankets via self hugs which are especially helpful during the winter months when the chill is strong enough to seep that low.

Having their mouth mentioned is a sore topic but complementing the lil smile they drew on the patch will be bitter sweet.

After learning how some peeps can easily use both hands they would totally try to train themselves to do that too. Definitely got the time to waste hehe

Small rodents are a fav ‘pet’ of theirs due to availability and how cute they sound, at least until they get too hungry or they accidentally scare them off. 🥺 only fallback is the creatures like to try n nibble on their stuff which is a death sentence.

Their lil hide-away nook held deep within the bowel of the factory is a random repurposed storage room that holds her art supply stash and a nest made from softer non-moving toys they found n scrapped. They hate using Huggy due to their light grudge of sorts. Also they like to do a sorta loafing thing when alone. (Doesn’t like leaving themselves exposed in fear of a repeat of old trauma)

Also they are a minor hoarder, like when a marker runs out or bread they still keep them or when a paper gets crumpled up, gonna need a intervention cus even after the whole mess they will still stick to their habit ^^’

I can imagine her teaching herself a sorta code so if she gets resocialized they can communicate better cus signing with their hands is not gonna be easy lmao

Being social isn’t her strong-suit due to being rusty so adorable old references will be ‘mentioned’ at least once.

*Bonus Fun Facts!*

They aren’t that openly hostile towards humans, only after loosing their mind does it happen because they begin to think any person is part of the scientists that started her downward spiral. Tho even then they would be scared until your dumb enough to mess/break/take their things… or you show blood around them. Color is like a drug to them and after being low on art supplies the thought of ‘collecting’ some would be notice enough for them to wanna hunt you down.

With Player being small if they were able to befriend them they may occasionally hide their little friend in their pouch (got inspired by that upcoming FNAF game!) and can carry them around or hide them from more violent toys. It’s actually pretty well padded due to them often putting art supplies there, can’t have them impaling themselves on their items right?

At one point they would totally want cuddles n comfort which will be cute, they definitely got the arms to use!

#Poppy playtime #oc related

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helpinghanikan · 4 years

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Stay outside the Line

X-men x Reader

Sum: Just because a mutation is a gift, doesn’t mean it’s not a curse.

an: the mutation is anyone within certain distance of the reader will start to die. Could not think of an eloquent way to say that.

Charles Xavier:

Sitting just within the shadow of one of the massive trees you lean back into the sun. The breeze is comfortable, and the grass is soft. If it weren’t for you company it’d be too easy to lean back and nap right there and then.

Although you’d never know the touch of his hand you were still connected to your man. A long stretch of twine, twenty-one feet exactly, is tied around your wrist. The other end was connected to Charles. Tied in the same fashion around your wrist but holding the string between his fingers. Without even meaning to he was caressing it; thumb rubbing up and down the length while the other hand held his book.

Closest you would get as physical contact from Charles was mirroring his movements. Running your own thumb over your other hand, not looking down lest your break the illusion.

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Erik Lehnsherr:

At first he was just another face staring at you behind bullet proof glass. Both he and the other guy were talking to your host, mouths moving but nothing coming through on your end. Had it been a year or even a few months early you would have sat on your bed with knees to the chest. Wait for them to leave before being comfortable again.

Now you just keep reading, barely glancing without interest to the glass.

“What have you done to be locked in here?” The tall man’s voice could be mistaken for God’s by how it comes down from above. The speakers placed so you’d never be able to pretend like you didn’t hear anything.

‘Accidentally killed a bus load of people.’ Was the answer but you wouldn’t say it.

“It’s safer for everyone. They’ll make sure I won’t hurt anyone while I’m in here.” You say instead, nodding to your host.

“Did they tell you that after they locked the door?” He asks.

Supposedly you weren’t in a prison. The incident on the bus was labeled a ‘possible gas leak of unknown substances’. You being the only survivor was sent to this facility to help with the trauma, and to find out how the same incident happened in the hospital.

You had yet to stare at him right on. His gentle knocking “You don’t belong here, you will never belong here. We can help you, We’ll make sure you’re safe.”

There was nothing else to do with your life but to agree. You wouldn’t be able to leave on your own. But the moment you’re out, how could they ever get you back in?

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Raven/ Mystique:

Over time you’ve learned how to push the poison deeper inside of you. Spending most days imaging it as a physical type of sand that covered you head to toe. Pressing and forcing that down into your shoes. Walking on it and keeping from spreading any further then a foot from your own body.

Even with that amount of work there was still times that it slipped. When Pressure in your head and behind your eyes starts to push out, and a migraine seems preferable, you have to make a quick exit.

Most people understand and don’t look twice when you run from the room. Others will give each other looks but only verbally ask what’s up in a whisper later on in the night. Then there was the few that understood but still followed. How do you tell the woman that you love to fuck off for a night? Probably in much nicer words, but for now you make an exit from the mansion, Raven keeping her distance but following anyway.

“Get to the trees, little faster!” She almost yells the encouragement.

“Please, Raven, Please stay back!” You yelled, both hands holding your head.

It’d be romantic to think that you made it thanks to Raven’s encouragement. Whatever length of your nails, they dug into your scalp. The pressure was the definition of insanity at this point, stepping into the tree line and screaming without a sound.

Thank whoever was up there that Raven knew better then to comfort you. Staying far enough away that the released poison never touched her. The poison obeyed it’s own laws and stayed within the twenty feet. In the dark of the night green grass turns brown and trees creak instead of scream as they die. Only one of said trees was small enough to be completely overtaken by it.

You’re still drawing blood from your own head when that tree falls.

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Peter Maximoff:

The best way to describe Peter is like a kitten who just learned it could climb things. Try as you might to explain that it’s not a good idea to climb the drapes it will never listen. It will keep trying to climb no matter how many times you pull it away and tell it “no”.

It’s not until there’s crashing in the middle of the night and few meows of pain that the little idiot will learn. This it the same situation you were in with Peter. No matter how many times you tell him to not get too close he always breaks the rule. Thinking that he is faster then the poison to run close enough to give a peck or a little slap on the backside before making it into the safe zone.

Little kisses and touches were always nice, but it was playing with fire. Eventually he got too cocky, assuming he was faster than poison that tries too hard to protect you. He started to slow down to make the kisses longer and touches more frequent. When that didn’t come with real repercussions, he started going even slower. When his hand lingers too long on your back the repercussions hits him full force.

It was hard enough to see the symptoms when you were younger. But as an adult, watching your man clutch his throat and fall to his knees was so much worse. With his head bowed you wouldn’t see the blood until he’d completely fall on his side, something that no one wanted to happen. Without thinking to you reached down to him, both hands open trying to do anything you can.

You name is yelled from across the lawn. An overly harsh shout from your mentor who had never honestly yelled at you before. “Back away!”

Charles could see the fear and shock in your eyes. But he also had the rest of his students to think about. ‘You have to go, now.’ The whisper in your mind is a world away from the panicked shouts, but it might have been better if he had just yelled at you.

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Hank McCoy:

You had to be used to secluded rooms by now; at least this one was less like a cell and more like a square fish bowl. The stool in the center and the little slot on the side were the only things giving off prison vibes.

For most of the afternoon Hank has been focused on either his desk or a microscope or a computer. Every time he moves from one to another you look from your book, wait a few seconds to see whether he was looking at you, then return to the paragraph that you now had to restart.

There was no one to blame but yourself for this problem. Hank had told you it was going to be boring, when he would have results he’d get you himself. Instead you went with him. “Not like I’m doing anything anyway,” You had said, telling him to wait a few minutes to step into your little security fish box.

“It’s good enough for a trial run.” He says, probably to himself.

The liquid he holds up is the same shade of blue as his fur. Over the past few weeks it has changed from several different colors. At one point it looked like blood, like the same color as the blood you had given him. The he had held within a smaller containment field. Even the smallest part of you gave off at least a little poison.

“That’ll fix it? Or least tone it down?” You ask.

“Supposedly, I used my original idea and added some new things. Last time it didn’t go as well.” He says, slightly looking down at himself. He had meant it to come off as a joke, instead he says it with some sadness underlining it.

“Well with new stuff it must have improved, hand it over.” You move next to the little slot by the door.

“Considering last time, I’m gonna test it on something else, first. Make sure it doesn’t do the same thing again.” Hank says.

“What else are you going to test it on?”

“Not you,” He says shutting it in the desk. “If I make you any worse that box probably won’t hold it.”

It’s hard to pout and leave the room when you can’t leave the room. Instead just crossing your arms and pouting.

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Jean Gray:

Over a mile separates you and your woman. Hours spent in your little cabin in the corner of the estate, mostly sleeping, mostly hiding. This time it was pretending to sleep. Acting like the monstrous thunder and lightning outside wasn’t a window away from being in your room.

The rest of the students were in the school itself. Having their thicker walls and each other to protect against the storm. The professor had offered you to stay inside the mansion during storms like this. But that safety would be in the basement, two floors below another living thing. Without any windows and set up with a less comfortable bed and none of your decorations. At least in the cabin you’d die around your things and the outside if the storm got in.

‘Hey’ Jean always had a way to find you. Mostly in your mind. ‘How are you doing?’

“If I die do you think my mutation will leave with me?” You ask the darkness.

‘Don’t say that. It’s just a storm, nothing we don’t live with.’ Her soft laugh travels with her words. It warms the cabin and keeps away the lightening for the briefest of moments. ‘Do you want to come inside?”

“No, I’m all snuggled up. I don’t think I’d make it to the mansion anyway.”

Although the darkness gives nothing there’s a soft weight on your shoulder. A matching feel covering the extension of your back. Knees without a body pressed into the back of yours, arms and no being lay over your body. Their fingers in your hair. You were alone, but Jean make sure to be with you.

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Logan/ Wolverine:

Being around Logan was like being in another world. One where you were born without the poison smell and didn’t have to struggle to remember what another person felt like. First time you felt his hand on your shoulder it was like being slapped.

“It’s like swallowing pennies. I can taste it, but nothing is coming out.” Logan had described it to you. His healing faster than the damage your poison could give.

On the off chance that Logan is injured in your company, it’s very likely the poison would take advantage of that moment. But that didn’t stop you either of you. It was a possibility that was best not thought about.

Instead you stay your course. Turning the school girl crush into a relationship through raw stubbornness and the ability to get drunk on someone into a two party affair.

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Kurt Wagner:

You were two people with the same want of seclusion but for different reasons. Just happening to catch a glance of each other when having the same idea of a hiding spot.

Back then you were still new to the estate, being allowed to read and work away from others. Catching a glance of anyone and your scrambling to gather your books, coming off as more then just rude when you yell at them to stay back.

Kurt was the one you didn’t have time to yell at to get away. A flash of blue, books in your arms, and he’s gone. Only a few times did he stay long enough for you to catch a better look at him. A face, blue skin and a tail that hung down from the branch he had been sitting on. That time he was far enough away to not be in danger, had you waved at him he would be. But only if he misread and took it as an invitation to come closer.

It took weeks but you finally had the courage to wave. Just a small one that he returned. A small relationship made through small gestures.

#X-men #charles xavier x reader #erik lehnsherr x reader #raven x reader #kurt wagner x reader #jean gray x reader #logan x reader #wolverine x reader #mystique x reader #peter maximof x reader #mutant reader #dangerous mutation #x-men imagine

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bcxvi · 3 years

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Episode IX - Lufenian Eidolith

"It's beautiful," I said while one of my paws got gently wet when touching the water of the stream we were navigating on. For the last three days, we had been sailing on the shores of Djose, making the least time we could towards the Moonflow.

"You should see it at night," said Hezmush, his sweet voice making my ears go into the position of shyness right away. "It's a gorgeous sight, you and Kimahri surely would love to-" He paused, pretending to care about our recent breakup.

During the time of our detour from Djose towards the Moonflow, Hezmush had been giving away tiny flirting signs, all whenever Kimahri wouldn't notice him of course. Whenever Kimahri isolated, Hez would pass by my side minutes later and drop phrases like "If it weren't for Kimahri, I would already be hitting on you sweetie," or "we should hang out one day, you and I." All of these ending with a wink of some sort, one time he even stuck his tongue out. I was aroused.

As for me... I felt something tingling inside me, yet felt an awkward sensation. As if getting to know him better would be something I shouldn't be making.

Kimahri on the other hand had been quiet, he understood that hearing his voice suddenly made my fur stand on its end. At first, he was confused, I could see in his look that this was, perhaps, not the first time he saw my hairs react in such thrill. His usual smile suddenly turned into a saddened face, I felt terrible too... so ashamed of disliking him without reason, I had no balls to address the issue or talk about it.

"We Should be reaching that shaggy old Salamander friend of mine," interrupted Cid, coming out of Hezmush's cabin while buttoning his trousers up. "He tends to move the camp around, but I'm sure he's around here, we paid him a visit just a week ago."

"I hope he can help," replied Kimahri, "I'm eager to hear what he can find out." He turned at me and looked straight at my eyes while finishing his sentence.

A few minutes pass with the three of us in a quiet mood. We left Barrett at Djose to fix the ship for a while, if he succeeded, he would come to pick us up. Cid missed him, we would constantly stumble with him, shamelessly pulling out his erect cock and stroking to it while seeing some recorded clips and photographs on his portable screen device, it usually was Barret's fat ass being fucked by Cid's large dick. Both enjoyed recording their sessions to enjoy them whenever they would be separate or inviting others to join their adventures during business trips.

Kimahri would simply turn the opposite direction and try to give him privacy, but Hez would stay around while doing stuff and pretend not to care about Cid's moans while peeking on him few feet away.

As for me... well, hearing those passionate masturbations of his made me feel odd. I certainly knew that sex was something sacred, I mean, Cid and Barret's love was genuine, they made it clear for me before we boarded Hez's ship. But they had no shame when having 'fun' while doing what couples in love do.

A few times I peeked at him, some while he started, others while he finished and large shots of cum spurted all over, staining the carpets and leaving his clothes smelling of chlorine.

I knew I had lived those experiences as well, the eating of my ass, my manhood being sucked gently until my semen covered up the place and face of someone...

"Ah! I think we are finally here!" yelled Cid, loosely buttoning his crotch and putting away his pornographic comforter. We all exited the cabin, Cid hastily waving towards a rustic campsite. While Yelling "So vneaht, so vneath!"

So vneaht? Was he speaking another language?

To our surprise, a greyish green-skinned colored man came out of the tent, his face was mostly covered in a tangle of gingery dreadlocks. His body was in the nude except for a graceful fundoshi concealing his genitals, he was mostly covered in fascinating tattoos and marks. His bearded chin gave a wide smile, while his large ape-like arms waved us in almost a rhythmic greeting. "Syo dra kutacc Adnu pa fedr oui," he yelled us back, "E famlusa oui so vneahtc."

"It's the AlBhed tongue," whispered Hezmush to my ears, "don't worry, this is a greeting some adepts of Etro developed through the years, we might not need a translator. Relax."

Hezmush gave me a quick rub on my shoulders, ending with a quick pat at the back. Cid couldn't wait to reach the shore, so he jumped out of the boat, swam, and greeted his friend "Amarant!" he yelled, while both kissed each other so passionately... A flash hit my head while watching them both, suddenly it was me and Kimahri, both nude in the wild, against hard cold stone floors and walls.

My vision is interrupted by no other than Kimahri, who accidentally stumbles and trips down towards me. I catch him in my arms. He is so tiny compared to my overall size. Suddenly I smile at him, his eyes shine and he smiles back.

"Well, well, what have we here?" demands Amarant, while hugging so friendly Hezmush, then Kimahri, and finally me. "You should've told me you wanted an orgy Cid!" All start to laugh but I, probably because I didn't catch the joke.

Cid tries to suppress his wild libido and starts explaining to his friend (who he constantly called Salamander), the reason for our visit. Amarant's tent is like a spiritual shrine, full of charms, bells, and decorations that shine with the few Pyreflies and candle lamps he has dimly lit. Nightfall is nearing us, so he pulls out luxurious cushions and blankets in case we want a sleepover.

"We need to know if you can help us identify his Maladie," finished Cid, while pointing in my direction with a nod. Amarant scratches his chin and wets his lips with his tongue. He asks if the situation is urgent, he probably was about to go to sleep soon. Cid answers in a begging manner that the situation cannot wait.

Annoyed, Amarant looks above us, as if trying to find a sign of distress in any of his charms hanging on the ceiling. He gives a soft 'yes' and proceeds to pull down a large claw hanging on a leather string. He gives a soft kiss to the item and proceeds to put it around my furry neck.

"I know you are not used to being touched by strangers," he says to me in a kind voice, somehow he accurately read my thoughts at the moment, yet I believed my corporal language gave me away, "but my ways are effective. Controversial, I must admit... but effective."

I understand his speech. Probably he would have to engage more intimately with me to understand what is the state of my disease. "I accept your methods," I respond without thought. I DO want to know what is the matter with me.

"Good." Amarant gives his commands, he needs me to lie down in the center of the tent, comfortable and without gears on me. I agree without hesitation. We are all boys after all. Although I blush heavily while my gaze crosses with that of Hezmush and Kimahri. I try to understand that maybe the whole party will stay to watch, but after a few minutes, Amarant asks everyone to leave. Perhaps he needs privacy to summon spirits of some kind.

After my company is out, he unties his fundoshi and starts his rituals. At first, I'm nervous, but slowly I can smell an incense so sweet. It makes me feel calm and slightly dizzy. He chants and prays while rubbing delicious oils in my chest, passing through my belly and then all over my genitals. It feels like an erotic massage to me.

He stops his chants. Then sings a soft prayer into my ears, which makes me go into a state of slumber.

At first, everything is dark, then I feel my body wet, floating on the surface of a pond in the middle of the dark.

"Hello?" I whisper, an echo resonating through the area. Somehow I understand this is my unconscious of some kind.

"Hello, my friend," replies Amarant, he is right next to me, yet his voice is all around.

Defying laws of physics I get up on a solid floor, still wet. "Is that you?" I ask. Out of nowhere, a body materializes next to me, it's Amarant.

He grabs my hand and kisses the back of my paw.

"I will be your guide," he explains, "hold my hand and walk along. If we want to find out what happened, we'll have to go through some veils."

"Some veils?" I ask. Suddenly I feel my crotch getting warm and a visible erection pops up. I try to apologize for it, but Amarant says I must not be ashamed of it, he has one as well, yet I only notice it until he points it out.

"To maintain our connection you must enter my body," he explains, "I will not Lie, you feel amazing."

We both let out a low chuckle. I guess I can't help but enjoy the ride.

We keep walking for a couple of minutes. At first, I'm quiet, but he is humming that tune that made me go into stasis again.

"Sometimes I feel that I know him," I say, more comfortable now that he seems to give me time to open up willingly.

"You do?"

"Yes," I continue, "as if Kimahri and I are close somehow, a hunch I feel all over my body, my chest starts to race and I want to hug him madly...! Yet the idea makes me sick..."

"What happened the night you fell into a coma?"

"I have no idea... they say we were asleep...."

"And?" Amarant and I stand face to face, he holds both my hands and we are now floating in the void, yellow and golden hues surround us.

"Someone came into our room," I continue, somehow speaking suppressed memories. "I felt how a dark presence was approaching me, it penetrated my mind and found its way into my dreams." I was questioning how violated I felt when I realized something new, "he could read me completely, found out I was human within but hideous outside."

"That explains why you feel torn," tells Amarant, "probably this intruder tore a half of you, but was unable to touch your human heart." He hesitates and asks, "did you see the face of this creature?"

"Yes." My reply is solid, yet I hesitate. "But I can't see him... not anymore..." I struggle for a second, suddenly I feel my eyes and mouth open wide, a burst of light coming out of them as if I were in a kind of supernatural trance.

I can see myself, my spirit is exiting this body I did for myself within my mind. Amarant is embracing the lights and turns to hug me from behind. I turn towards his direction and see what's going on, somehow the rays flooding out of my cavities are unfolding into visions. As if I were screening the events of that night. I see how a black shadow is on top of my body, pulling out my fundoshi and arousing my genitals with a cold touch.

Kimahri is next to me, but he doesn't notice the intruder. The vision reforms into particles, shaping the shadow and myself, both kissing. I ejaculate and he eats all of my seed. I try hard to see who he is, but when I'm about to unveil the stuff covering his face I wake up.

"STOP!" I roar. Amarant is surrounding my neck with his ape-like arms, hugging me tightly while my cock pops out of his hole, juices oozing out and wetting between us. I come to my senses and realize I'm out of the trance.

"Amarant is panting and damped in sweat, his dreadlocks tied up on a ponytail. I can see his face completely.

Panting he replies "You... are... a bull... honey."

I find myself sitting down, grabbing him by those tiny hips, and realizing I was probably fucking the guts out of his mind while being in our stupor. I imagined I would be still.

Amarant tries to get up but falls to his knees, I figure he took the ride of his life. And I didn't even enjoy it!

"I apologize," he says, while I assist him to stand up and walk him to a nearby couch full of silk sheets and soft pillows. "You must've been the victim of some powerful magycks... and oh goddesses! You are so in love with Kimahri. I felt every inch of it," he made a pause, reluctant to speak, yet he does, "you are a victim of some powerful dark spell... and I don't think there is an easy way to benefit you, at least not from me."

And if it's not you then who? Who is going to help me? I never felt this way, shattered within and feeling sick of someone who makes me taste special feelings... yet tempted to be into an affair with a man I just met.

Amarant tries to regulate his breath, I bring a glass full of freshwater, which our tired guru sips eagerly. Then give him a minute of silence, I tie down my undergarments and put on my belt. Amarant asks me to stay by the door, he says that coming out of the tent without me would not be beneficial for us.

"Usually I don't have a problem with leaving people I connect with right away," he explains, "but the link we accomplish was so strong... I'm worried you might experience... side effects."

After he rubs out the sweat off his body and ties up a fresh piece of cloth around his pubic area, Amarant grabs me by the arm. He is now limping and needs me to help him walk. "It's been a while since somebody forced me to use a cane to help me walk," he chuckles.

The guys are outside, sitting by the shore. Kimahri is the first to see me, he gets up and approaches. Hezmush wants to come too, but Cid holds his arm and gently asks him to leave us be. I happen to see him rubbing his crotch, implying they might jack off each other while the wait is up.

"Oh boy, we have a problem," Amarant speaks right after Kimahri is within hearing range.

"How did it go?" asks Kimahri. I divert my gaze, ashamedly. If only I could explain that I broke Amaran't ass hole.

"We did well," replied Amarant quickly, winking at me, he sat down at a log that had the shape of his buttocks carved in because of all the time he spent sitting on it. "But the news... not good. Are you sure you want to hear them too?" Kimahri nods, he has decided to help me out no matter what.

"There is no impossible for me to handle," he assures.

Amarant explains the situation, "Lufenian Magyck," he says. "Are you familiar with the term? It's one of the most ancient kinds of powers to ever step foot on our world."

Lufenia was a civilization that was so great yet their fall down was inevitable due to the power they harvested. To conceal the practice of Lufeninan magycks the ancient survivors locked down their greatest sources of power into synthetically refined crystals: the Eidoliths.

"But they are legends," replies Kimahri, "midwife stories to scare children. Even as a kid I was told those tales."

"Oh my child, you would be surprised at how many legends end up being true. Many thought Etro was."

"Well, assuming you are right," continues Kimahri, "how can we break a Lufeninan spell?"

Amarant chuckles in shame and explains there is no way. "Kill the caster if you can," he adds, "the spell is locked with an identity veil, something the Eidolith can grant to the one who curses. If you want the strength to break this affliction, you must find a Goldling Lufeninan Crystal."

Kimahri stays in silence, Amarant knows he said something practically impossible to get. If Lufeninan Crystals were the containers used to seal this antique civilization's magycks... it would be obvious that most of them were hidden who knows where, if not already lost.

"There are many tales," adds Amarant, "yet some of them might or might not be where these tales talk about. I would recommend you reach someone who might be accustomed to the lore of Lufenia. I know little and my understanding is limited."

"Would Yuna know about them?" asks Kimahri.

"Probably," replies Amarant, "she doesn't stop being a summoner. Eidoliths hold the power of creatures that are alike Aeons."

"Then it's decided," I say without thinking, Kimahri looks at me with some kind of relief. I try to turn down my voice, but I realize this was something I said from within my soul, so I make up my mind and finish the sentence: "We are to see Yuna. If she knows something, we could find out where the Eidolith might be hidden."

#BCXVI #Bestica Caeruleus XVI #Act IV #Beast #Kimahri Ronso

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irwen-s · 4 years

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age regression ask: baby joohyun has separation anxiety and completely breaks down when wendy is away. it makes her think wendy doesn’t want her anymore and the thought of being alone absolutely terrified the poor baby. Wendy has to leave for a schedule overseas and the members try to make the baby feel better by dressing her in Wendy’s t shirts and letting her sleep in Wendy’s bed but nothing works until wendy comes home

oh, but writing this hurt me too.

the day of seungwan’s overseas schedule, joohyun wakes up to an empty bed, her last memory being of a lingering kiss to her forehead in the dark hours before sunrise. theres a dull ache that seems to squeeze her ribcage just the slightest bit, but joohyun decidedly ignores it as she drags herself out of bed, getting ready for her own day’s activities.

she’s quiet the whole morning, quieter than usual, and although no one says it out loud, the reason is obvious to everyone. though her members do it when she isn’t looking, joohyun can still feel the concerned glances they sneak at her, and it makes her all the more sullen, all the more tighter in her chest.

everyone goes their own ways for their separate schedules. joohyun is with seulgi for today, just a brief photoshoot that joohyun gets through with gritted teeth and a professionally blank mask contoured with heavy makeup. sensing her mood, seulgi takes over as the main speaker for the both of them, at the same time making sure to keep an arm wrapped around her when she can, as if she’s afraid joohyun will completely slip away without an anchor.

it doesn’t make her feel better. by the time they get home, joohyun is wrung out, feeling like she’s been slowly suffocating the entire day. she disappears down the hallway and her door shuts with a faint click. seulgi can only give sooyoung and yerim a small, helpless shrug at their worried looks.

around time for dinner, it’s almost unsurprising that joohyun doesn’t emerge from her room. the three of them exchange glances with one another around the table before sooyoung silently stands and goes to check on her.

she knocks once, twice, tentatively calls joohyun’s name, but theres no answer. finally, with a resigned “unnie, i’m coming in,” sooyoung slowly opens the door.

light from the hallway floods into the dark of the room, but its in the reflected colors from the projector against the adjacent wall that sooyoung makes out a small, familiar figure curled up at the foot of the bed, half-lidded eyes fixated on the film that’s playing.

sooyoung opens her mouth, but then closes it again, uncertain. taking care not to make any sudden movements, sooyoung slowly sits down against the bed, thigh brushing joohyun’s knee.

for a few minutes, neither of them move, and sooyoung stares at the film even though she isn’t really watching it. she isn’t sure what to say. she can hear joohyun’s quiet breathing next to her.

but eventually, her patience is rewarded, and the bed dips with movement before sooyoung feels joohyun climbing into her lap. her arms automatically wrap around the smaller girl as she tucks her head underneath sooyoung’s chin, and theres a shaky sigh against the side of her neck as joohyun slumps limply against her.

just to confirm it, sooyoung softly whispers an inquiring, “hyunnie?” as she cards her fingers through joohyuns hair. theres an answering noise muffled into her skin that causes sooyoung to soften and tighten her protective hold.

sooyoung rocks her quietly for a bit, rubbing soothing circles against joohyun’s back while her gaze rests on the projector screen. now that joohyun has ended up regressing, she knows the next few days aren’t going to be easy for four of them. she just isn’t sure what exactly to expect. or what any of them can really do besides waiting for seungwan to return.

sooyoung takes a breath, shutting off the projector with the nearby remote. “come on, hyunnie, lets go eat dinner,” she murmurs, and she stands from the bed with joohyun securely in her arms, who whimpers in weak protest against her. sooyoung doesnt stop moving even when she feels joohyun petulantly kicking her feet. “i know you’re not hungry, but you can’t skip, baby.”

by the time sooyoung returns to the dining room, joohyun is slumped against her shoulder in defeat, sucking on her thumb for comfort as yerim dashes to fill another bowl with food and seulgi clears a spot at the table for the two of them. sooyoung sits them both down in the chair seulgi pulls out for her, then carefully lifts joohyun up to situate her with her back against sooyoung’s chest.

it’s a lot of movement. joohyun looks a little overwhelmed for a second, but they’re all familiar people to her, and so she only makes a soft, anxious noise that seulgi is quick to soothe with gentle murmurs of reassurance. sooyoung bounces her in her lap until she settles down.

yerim, seated next to them, holds out a spoonful of soup toward joohyun. “hyunnie, can you open your mouth for me?” she asks softly, but joohyun lets out a small whine, shaking her head and turning her face into sooyoung’s shirt.

there’s guilt in all of them from having to force her to do things, but concern overpowers it all. sooyoung knows joohyun isn’t in the right state of mind to be rational, which means they all have to be for her.

“hyun,” sooyoung whispers, giving her hand a small squeeze. “you have to eat at least a little. seungwannie would get worried if you didn’t.”

its the right motivation. but joohyun’s eyes still water with the mention of the only missing person, even as she reluctantly opens her mouth. the dinner table is quiet as yerim feeds her and sooyoung and seulgi watch on with careful attention.

after she’s fed the last spoonful, joohyun sticks her thumb back in her mouth and closes her eyes. her shoulders tremble as she begins to cry quietly.

“i’ve got her,” yerim quickly says, taking joohyun into her arms from sooyoung’s lap. she tucks joohyuns head against her shoulder as joohyun sniffles weakly against her neck, cheeks wet with tears. then she gets up, moving away from the dining table to go rock her to sleep.

seulgi and sooyoung watch her leave before beginning to clean up.

—

for the next few days, seulgi is in charge of keeping seungwan up to date on joohyun through text. it’s mostly seungwan badgering her with question upon question over how joohyun’s doing or if she’s eaten or if she’s sleeping well, all of which seulgi tries her best to patiently answer.

seungwan also sends her photos, videos, and voice messages of herself which she says are for joohyun, but when she had tried showing joohyun one of them, it had done the complete opposite of what it was intended to do.

“why did she start crying again?” seulgi asks, bewildered and anguished, as yerim bounces an anxiously whimpering joohyun in her arms, softly cooing and dabbing at her cheeks with a tissue.

sooyoung pats seulgi on the shoulder reassuringly, her other hand pinching her nose as she furrows her eyebrows in contemplation. “i don’t think she understands why she can see seungwan-unnie on a screen, but she isn’t here in front of her,” she eventually guesses with a sigh.

the three of them spend practically all of their time at home, taking turns caring for joohyun as they wait for seungwan to finish the last red velvet schedule before their official break. joohyun has never been a difficult little to handle, but the complications of this particular dilemma cause her regressed quirks to become especially complex in a way they haven’t been before.

for one, joohyun is even quieter than when she’s big. she cries silently, to the point where, after a particularly bad accident a few years ago, the members know she can end up choking on her tears if no one is there to pay attention. she’s too small to even talk. most of her time awake is spent suckling on her paci as she’s cuddled against one of the members, too anxious and tired to be fully conscious.

its worrying, this time around. its as if joohyun is just being pulled deeper into her regressed state the longer she goes without seungwan.

“lets let her sleep in seungwan-unnie’s room,” yerim proposes the next day, after a fitful night spent struggling to soothe joohyun to sleep in her own bed. sooyoung readily agrees as seulgi’s face lights up with an idea, and she dashes off down the hallway, returning a few minutes later with an armload of items that evidently belong to seungwan.

“manen,” sooyoung grins as she takes the stuffed animal from seulgi’s arms, and joohyun peeks at it from where her face is tucked against yerim’s neck.

there’s a muffled noise that comes from behind her paci as she makes a grabby hand toward the familiar cartoon squirrel. sooyoung coos, acquising and bringing manen close enough so joohyun can hug it with one arm, pressing her face into the soft fur and seeming to breathe in its scent. the sight makes all three of them immediately soften; even regressed, joohyun still has the same odd, yet endearing characteristics.

“wannie’s clothes too,” seulgi finally says, drawing sooyoung and yerim’s attention back to the bundle of stuff in her arms. “we can change hyunnie into one of her shirts and wrap her in wannie’s other things. stuff that smells like her.”

“that’s a good idea,” yerim says. “sooyoung-unnie, help me change her?”

and really, for a while it does seem to work. joohyun makes soft gurgling noises from behind her paci as she brings the sleeve of seungwan’s hoodie up to her nose, eyelashes fluttering in contentment. her feet kick lazily for a bit as she rests against seulgi’s chest, quiet and subdued as seulgi begins humming her to sleep.

but she still wakes up a few hours later, feebly shaking her head and hiccuping with quiet cries as her nose runs. and she still whimpers pitifully while her tiny body is wracked with harsh sobs, trembling despite whose arms she’s gently cradled in.

it hurts to watch, to feel so powerless to help soothe her. seungwan’s texts come in fits and bursts that are obviously made in the sparse minutes between her busy schedule, and seulgi can feel the pure, growing distress in each of them that is mirrored by the members at home—by joohyun the most.

“she’s going to get sick if she keeps this up,” yerim whispers worriedly to seulgi, after joohyun has cried herself to sleep again in sooyoung’s arms. “she doesn’t do anything but cry and sleep. and she’s hardly eating.”

“what else is there to do,” seulgi says helplessly, pressing her hands against her eyes until they ache. “she only wants wannie.”

the worst thing, though, is that joohyun doesn’t throw fits. she doesn’t thrash around or throw a tantrum like most small children. joohyun tips past her breaking point quietly.

she just gives up.

by the third day, they know something has changed overnight. joohyun is silent in seulgi’s arms like usual, but she’s also a paler, feverish shade, and her half-lidded eyes are dull and glazed over. she slumps lifelessly against seulgi’s chest, barely moving save for her shallow breaths. when her chest is suddenly wracked by a harsh coughing fit and her paci almost falls from her mouth, seulgi frantically calls for sooyoung and yerim, who both come rushing into the living room.

they feed her some medicine. joohyun is too tired at this point to even try putting up a fight.

when seulgi bathes her that night, joohyun is woozy with exhaustion as she leans tiredly into her touch. the water is lukewarm against her clammy, sickly warm skin. its only once seulgi is about to pull her out of the water and wrap her in a towel that she realizes joohyun has fallen asleep.

—

on the fourth day, joohyun sleeps throughout the entire morning and past noon.

“its been over twelve hours, we need to wake up her up and let her eat something,” yerim murmurs. she sits down against the side of seungwan’s bed, gently cupping joohyun’s cheek with a small smile. “hyunnie?”

when joohyun doesn’t stir, yerim lightly tickles her neck, then taps her shoulder and gives it a small shake. but there’s no reaction. and the smile slowly slips off yerim’s face.

“she’s not waking up,” yerim whispers nervously, before sooyoung quickly appears by her side, shaking joohyun’s shoulder a little rougher and calling her name in a louder, frantic voice. seulgi bites down on her tongue and tastes a hint of blood in her mouth, frozen to the spot and unable to look away.

its after a few tense seconds of increased shaking and eerie stillness that joohyun finally lets out a small cough, head lolling to the side. her eyes flutter open just the slightest bit, foggy and disoriented; she’s barely conscious.

“oh, oh jeez,” yerim wheezes in relief as sooyoung hurriedly moves forward to hoist joohyun up into her arms. seulgi steps out of the room to wipe at her eyes as they fill with tears.

“we can’t tell seungwan-unnie,” is all sooyoung says in a tight, choked voice, lightly thumping against joohyun’s back to help her cough, help her breathe. “she’d panic.”

—

seulgi wakes up from her fitful nap in the late evening, sitting up from the couch as her hand automatically reaches for her phone, only to remember that she left it in her room. when she fetches it from beside her bed, her mouth is open in a tired yawn as she opens her notifications, only to freeze with wide eyes at the text messages and several missed calls on her screen.

“oh,” seulgi says in a stunned voice, and as if on cue, she hears the front door being unlocked and sliding open. when she scrambles out into the living room, she sees seungwan shrugging her coat off in the same move to kick off her shoes, hair disheveled and face flushed from exertion.

her gaze swings toward seulgi, eyes wild and frantic, and seulgi swallows heavily. “where’s she,” seungwan asks in a low voice.

they both turn at the sound from the hallway. yerim is standing there with joohyun cradled against her chest.

it takes a few moments, but when joohyun’s half-lidded eyes finally begin to recognize what she’s seeing, they quickly water and spill over with tears, and joohyun’s mouth finally opens in the loudest cry in days.

seungwan doesn’t waste a second longer. her demeanor completely flips as she takes her from an all-too-eager yerim, cooing soft reassurances as she bounces joohyun up and down in her arms. “i’ve got you, hyunnie, wannie’s here now. wannie’s got you.”

joohyun’s cries are loud and heart-wrenching, but in comparison to the frightening state of silence of these past few days, it’s honestly a welcoming sound. seulgi rubs at her eyes as sooyoung slings a comforting arm around her shoulders.

there’s a strangled noise as joohyun chokes on a sob and almost dry heaves, clutching desperately onto seungwan as she noses against her skin. seungwan remains calm and composed, continues to hold joohyun through it all. “its okay, let it out, hyunnie,” seungwan gently murmurs, planting a soft kiss against the side of her head.

sooyoung tugs yerim closer to her, then guides the three of them toward the front door. “lets give them some space,” she murmurs. “besides, we haven’t been outside the dorm in ages.”

the last image they see before the door closes is of seungwan slowly rocking joohyun in her arms around the living room as joohyun breathes tiredly into her neck, finally at ease.

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