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whoopsyeahokay · 26 days

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October Sun

summary: Confronted with the fact that Maddie was a ghost but, somehow, you hadn't been able to see her, you'd needed Wally to answer some questions. Unfortunately, the interrogation hadn't gone quite as planned...

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence.

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.7

The world swam into focus, reality cementing itself as you rose to the surface by gentle degrees. Shapes bled along their edges, sight still partially in dreams, and your room was late-night dark.

Definitely not time to wake up yet, so why had you?

You sat up on a heavy exhale, groggy as you scanned your body for answers. Nothing. No pain, no desperate bladder, no dead limbs that protested leaving the comfort of your sleep-warm sheets. Rubbing your eyes, you swung your legs over the side of your bed and bowed your back to release the tension that had settled while you'd slept.

Slowly, straining your ears, you realized the house was silent. Not the typical clouding of sound that often descended after a certain hour, but absolutely silent. Void of any noise whatsoever. As if every molecule and atom had trembled to a dead stop, sound ceasing to exist with nothing to carry it.

A creeping, crawling sensation nudged your left side, not quite touching; an energy that crested into the barrier separating one dimension from the next. Yours. And Theirs.

You choked on a dry swallow, panning your head to the left, the silence bearing down like a weight on your shoulders. There. At the foot of your bed. A door in its frame, freely standing, ominous and unbelonging.

Your heart pounded; breath shuddered; tears welled in your eyes. You recognized it, the dry, greyed wood and rusted handle horrifyingly familiar. You'd seen it, had walked through it twice—in and out—had used it to shut in the monster that had abused your innocence. Gouged into it, bled it, chewed it up, and spat it out. Fed it back to you as a shrunken, mangled thing.

Please, no.

The rattle of the handle shook through the silence, sharp and metallic and terrifying. Without thinking, you leapt across the space between, threw your body against the door, and held tight to the handle. Sobbing. Screaming for your mother. Help, God, please, help me!

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. No sound, no voice, no help. The handle rattled harder, faster; the monster on the other side beat against the door like a war drum.

Bam.

The pulse of a tarred heart, the wood swelling forward then shrinking back again. Your knees buckled and you sunk to the floor, gripping the handle with every ounce of strength you had. Tears streamed down your cheeks, each gasp for breath thick and wet, please please no!

"Let me out! You're dead! You hear me!? DEAD!! LET. ME. OUT!!"

Again, you screamed, and this time it cracked through the night, the sound splitting across the silence like a spiderweb. Again. Again. Screaming against the void, against the clattering handle, the battering wood.

The silence shattered completely, a blast of air moved in to take its place, and the door...disappeared. You crumpled into a heap on your bedroom floor, folding over your knees and sobbing hard. And then your mother was there, kind hands and comforting words, cradling you against her chest. Safe. Finally safe.

But for how long?

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You were spiraling, thoughts a thousand voices rising and falling in waves, most of them warning you against lifting your phone to your ear and using it as a buffer in case anyone walked by.

Well, too late, you'd already done it, because Wally had said Maddie's name. Casually, as if he'd spent time with her, hung out with her like friends do. And Wally was a ghost which meant Maddie was a ghost, except that you. saw. dead. people. Had that M Night Shyamalan flavor to you, but you couldn't see Maddie.

Jesus Christ, my mom's going to kill me. The thought pitched high above the others, over and over again, only quieting when you finally spoke.

"What did you just say?"

And Wally looked slightly disarmed by the question like he hadn't anticipated you'd ask about anything other than how he spent his afternoons when he wasn't destroying metaphysical school property. Which, yes, you were honestly curious about, but now.was.not.the.time.

"Uh..." Wally seemed to replay in his mind what he'd said in the last few minutes, "About Field Day?"

You shook your head, simultaneously checking your surroundings. There was no one around; just you and a ghost you r e a l l y shouldn't be talking to.

"About Maddie," You clarified in a hushed tone. "You said you were showing her the ropes?"

"Well, yeah. She's way too in her head about how she died, you know? I just wanted to help get her mind off it for a bit. Why?" Wally suddenly looked worried. "Is that...are you mad? Because she and I are totally just friends. Even though Rhonda thinks I have a crush on her, I don't, so, like, don't listen to her."

You flipped through your mental rolodex, trying to figure out which ghost Wally meant. "Rhonda? The one with the oral fixation?"

Wally grinned a dopey, sunbright grin, clearly happy that you could identify who was who amongst Split River High's otherworldly residents. You couldn't help it, your heart melted at the sight.

Something in the air shifted. Thickened. Wally's image suddenly sharpened against a bokeh blur, the world around you easing out of focus. Across from you, Wally appeared to notice the change in atmosphere, his eyes hazing over the way Xavier's did when he indulged his vape.

The urgency you'd felt moments before seeped from your pores and into the breeze, replaced with a muggy kind of desire. The feeling reached from your chest to Wally, instinct leading you to conclude that he could assuage it if only he were nearer.

Your heartbeat skipped and your breathing shallowed as you observed Wally closing the short distance between you until only a few inches remained.

Staring down at you, eyes at half-mast, he reassured, "Yeah, that's her. But, I swear, she doesn't know what she's talking about."

"Right." You whispered—what were you talking about?—watching his gaze slide left to right then down to your lips where it lingered for weighted seconds. Time lapsed, a drowsy slog from one minute to the next, and all the busy thoughts you'd been having drained from your head. "What?"

Mouth dipping closer to yours, Wally responded, low, simmered, "I didn't say anything, pretty girl." One large hand found purchase on your waist, the other on the slope of your neck, his thumb stroking a blissed path across your lower lip.

He angled his head, tracking closer, breath mingling with yours.

"I'm going to kiss you." He stated and your eyes fell closed. God, his voice; sandpaper hoarse as if he'd already spent careful hours taking you apart and piecing you back together. "Gotta tell me you want it, baby."

Vaguely, you nodded, consumed by the dense, silky warmth that had slumped over you both. "Yeah~."

Wally's lips brushed yours, parted and soft, and followed by the wet flick of his tongue. A tease, there and gone, but still so good. A tingle washed over your scalp, down your nape, up your arms; body responding to Wally's touch with an intensity you'd never experienced before. Your mouth parted slightly, drawing in each of his humid breaths like ambrosia as he hovered.

His grip firmed on your waist, fingertips pressed their mark into your flesh, and the tip of his nose grazed your cheek—more, more, more. He shuddered, wanton, the sound filthy and debauched, coaxing a whimper out of you and finally, finally, you felt him press in—

))) bzzzzzzzzzt (((

Your phone vibrated against your ear, shocking you out of the trance. Wally came-to as well, matching your movements and taking two full strides backward.

"Shit!" You rasped. "It's Tilly."

Where the hell are you? The text read in fewer characters, Mathilda's question accentuated by a string of random emojis: A fried shrimp. A potato. Two roller-skates and an angry cat.

"Okay." Wally said. He was scratching the back of his head, looking around himself as if there was some sign of what had guided you both into the situation that had just unfolded between you. And then he processed what you'd said, "Wait, who?"

"My best friend." You stated as you typed your response. When you finished, you looked at him, phone once more pressed to your ear, "We'll have to finish this later." His expression sobered, a dark, sultry cast to it. "Not that!" You amended, "Maddie!"

Wally's face fell, though he recovered quickly, "Yeah, right, sure." He made to take a step toward you which you reacted to by holding up a halting hand.

"Just...stay there. Don't. Don't move." Because if he moseyed into your space again, you knew you'd climb him like a tree and let him have his wicked way with you, carte blanche. "Until we figure this—" You gestured between the both of you, "—out, we need to stay at least three feet apart." If it was good enough for the CDC, it was good enough for you to deter whatever insane bouts of ghost-lust kept affecting you.

After all, you had Maddie to think about. Maddie who, despite what Wally had inferred, wasn't dead because you couldn't see her, even if she was somehow haunting the high school alongside Wally and the others.

Those were the facts you had to believe were true otherwise you'd unravel.

Really, you needed more information. "I have to go before Tilly decides to come looking." Wally nodded sagely, "But...okay, how about after school?" You suggested as you started toward the side door. "Meet me in the theater."

"Anything for you, pretty girl."

You flushed crimson, stammered, "I-good. Great." Awkwardly, you twisted around and set a hastened pace to the door, leaving Wally behind to do with the rest of his day what he would. About to pocket your phone, you remembered, "Wait!" You reversed along your path, returning your phone to your ear when you neared Wally.

He hadn't moved, hands in the pockets of his sweater, a silly grin slanted across his mouth. You almost crossed the imaginary line, overstepping the three-foot mark by inches before hurriedly rectifying the error.

Wally smiled, "Yeah?"

"You can't..." You stopped, started again, imploring, "Wally, you can't tell anyone. Please," pleading with your eyes that he accept the gravity of what you were risking by speaking to him. "If anyone finds out." A worried pause. "No one can know...please."

Disregarding your three-foot rule completely, Wally strolled right into your space, placed one of his big hands on your cheek and smoothed a dry, gentle kiss to the spot between your brows, staying there for a moment before pulling away.

He held your gaze, bold and sure, and said, "I promise, baby. I won't tell a soul." Wally released you with a wink, backing up a number of steps then turning in the direction of the field.

You were marshmallow soft and way too pleased with how he'd bid you goodbye, evidenced by the ridiculous grin you could feel plastered on your face.

God dammit.

You were in so much trouble.

It wasn't until much later, during the interim between 4th and 5th period, catching your reflection in the girls' bathroom as you washed your hands, did you realize: "Oh my god, I dressed like a weepy bat for nothing."

"Huh?" Mathilda stilled, face scrunching, mascara wand paused halfway through combing her lashes, and looked at you through the mirror. "What? Are you seriously questioning your off-brand life choices now?"

"Oh Tilly," You said, doing just that, "You have nooo idea."

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PART SIX - PART EIGHT

note: guys. GUUUYYS. THANK YOU!! your response to this story has been incredible and i am deeply grateful for your engagement 😭 like, i cannot even BEGIN to express how much it means to me that y'all are interested in what i've got to share 😭 i intend to have the next part up soon, but i've just started back at school so🤞

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blueookashi · 2 months

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FREN I HAVE SEEN YOUR QUESTIONS!! :D

okieokie I'm gonna answer them best I can!! :D Max: (Mistake) What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on? OH LORD WHAT HAS HE NOT DONE LJ;GKADS god there is so much shit this boy will do but the worst ones I cannot completely share, however! I can give you a lil nudge in the right direction on one of them! :D (Cause this boy has done a lot of really bad shit that leads to more bad shit that its just, oh boy SALGKJ I sadly cannot talk about) BUT remember this? I know this doesn't show/say much but! This is the aftermath of one of Max's fuck ups

Again, I know this doesn't show much, but this is specifically after a Max fuckup, one of his biggest ones. He did a VERY BAD THING. Very traumatic for Grey too not good Just think, in the first chapter Grey is in the orphanage, but then finds herself later in the woods by herself? (Until Blue comes along of course) SO how and why is she in the forest?? Hmmm :3<

What leads Max to make these mistakes? I cannot get too deep into it but its definitely grief and anger mixed with some "help." He's not the only one here that has put a target onto Grey (Yea the orphanage is not good place for Grey at all get her out of there please.) Grey did kill two people, it was an accident, but two people did die from her and those two people meant a lot to Max. With the grief, anger and "help" he just gradually turned on his own sister, even tho shes hurting as much as he is. Max thinks its some sort of justice and this shit is something he should do, even if he feels some guilt about it later. (Tho the guilt doesn't last long, but its there sometimes!) Has he been able to fix it? So far no. Usually its other people *cough*Logan*cough* that have to fix some of the damage he's caused. In the future tho! I guess we'll see!! It's gonna take a LOT for him to really see and think about his actions; there is gonna be a LOT of consequences for the shit he's done! :D Also how did you know the thing I'm writing is the aftermath of one of Max's super shitty events, what? how? I cannot believe this /lh /j LKJ;SDF

Grey: (Midnight) What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping? OH BOY a lot of things keeps Grey up at night!! There is the fire that happened when she was a little little baby (well kid, she wasn't baby baby but she was a small child) she cannot recall specific details about that one but it certainly messed her up!! That is a recurring nightmare she's had since she came to the orphanage, well- found and brought to an orphanage, but yesyes DLGKAJS A lot of things happened that day- what happened? Wouldn't you like to know weatherboy Then there is also the accident (yes there were two, this and the fire LGKJSD) where she killed two people and, unlike the fire, (if she tried hard enough she could probably remember more about the fire, but it hurts too much so she's very avoidant of it) Grey cannot remember ANYTHING about the accident. Other than all of the blood, there was so much blood guys (she gets sick at the sight of it now yea.) She was already fucked up from the fire all those years ago and now this just adds to her trauma! So yes she has MANY MANY NIGHTMARES she is absolutely not ok, sleep is hard but she sleeps anyways!! As for Grey's fears, since the accident, she has feared that she is a monster in some way. Even though they told her all that was likely caused by her Element, so she became extremely afraid to use her electricity! Which is why its super super out of control and frantic. One example of this is her own electricity turning on her whenever she uses it! (It shocks her aswell basically)

But on top of that, Grey fears storms aswell!! Especially thunder and lightning, but especially thunder, the loud noise makes her panic! Sucks that storms happen pretty much all the time huh Theres a lot more to Grey fears but idk if I can get into them sadly :( AS for what Grey does when she cant sleep or when she wakes up early, it honestly depends on the time! Like she'll try to draw or read but if its too dark then she'll play with Snowdrop for a little bit! Grey has some books on forests and wildlife (like those books that'll show the different forests/biomes in the world and the animals and plants that reside there) and she's got some books on deer specifically- if theres enough light she'll read those! :D And Snowdrop is her lil stim toy! She likes to touch it and play with it! :D (it also smells like hyacinths and lilacs which is very important both as a sensory thing but also symbolism- I'm not going to say what that means hehehe) This lil plush helps Grey calm down, especially after a fucked up nightmare! It is very very very important to her!! It just helps ground her :) She definitely holds it whenever she reads or draws too! It is with her at all times! But also, there are a lot of times where she just lays in her bed, just thinking. Whether this thinking is good or bad, very depends!

Christoph: (Alone) How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them? OH JEEEZ this goes a little into his past but ooo ooo I am willing to talk about it!! :D When he first came to the orphanage, he was very much willing to be alone! He was a super lonely child, since before he was not allowed to interact with other people, especially other kids, his best friends were plants. But, with the lack of interaction, he didn't do so well with other kids and was this very anxious lil guy. I don't think he had any hate, definitely frustrated at himself for "being such a bad son to end up here" but he doesn't hate anyone. He's just not used to all these other kids. Later on, he DOES NOT like being alone. When he's alone, it makes him think a little too much of the horrors he faced before he was dropped off at the orphanage. He always ends up crying at some point when he's alone so he HATES IT!! It makes him think and it really fucks him up!!

He'd greatly prefer to be around one of his siblings! Grey pretty much latched onto him (when she came to the orphanage, Christoph was like a sense of familiarity to her so she just followed him around a lot ADLGKJ) so it was usually him and Grey! :D Being alone makes him think a little too hard about his situations, which were obviously not good at all, so having someone there makes him focus on them instead! :D So basically at first, being alone didn't bother him too much, but later on it really really dug into him. Makes him feel that emptiness he felt back at home. Hell, if he can't find his siblings he will just go to a populated part of the orphanage or find Logan and just stick with them! Just anything is better than being alone for long periods of time!!!! Has he been completely alone before? YES. YES, MANY MANY TIMES. As I mentioned before, his only friends were plants for a while! So he'd be at home, completely by himself and the only things he could talk to were the plants, so he'd talk to the plants! Other than his mom, that was literally all he had. And he'd prefer the plants than his mom. How does he act when no one is around? I have definitely answered this earlier DLKAJSG;DGKS but again, he completely breaks down! It makes him think about himself and the horrors so he just, breaks down from it all. He will bawl his eyes out, and if someone comes by he will quickly clean himself up and try to find some excuse on why he looks like he just cried! He wasn't allowed to cry before so he always feels worse afterwards too, just overall shitty situations with this guy. :(

Blue: (Skin) How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?

My brain is doing the elmo stare at you rn /lh SO UH, you are trying to get me to talk about that giant damn thing and I'm sorry I cannot /lh DLGKAJS; (I only mention it cause it I have shown it on my animations so LIKE YEA LKAJSG) but yea that giant rabbit creature is surely a thing that exists around Blue and yes she does acknowledge and knows of its existence *frantically sweeps it under the rug* SO UH I would say that Blue is very much not comfortable in her skin! I mean people do in fact consider her an aggressive monster cause she does kill people (god forbid women do anything /j DLGKAJS;) but she's been led to believe that she has to kill people to survive. Does she enjoy this? NOT AT ALL. Blue's first actual kill deeply traumatized her, it fucked her up, but she was specifically told thats what she was going to have to do to protect herself and her brother. Now she's just very desensitized to it, its just something she has to do now. But god man, she's so underweight, hungy, and just overrall tired. She is so god damn tired of fighting people all the time. Then pile the abuse on top of all of this, cause she's been surrounded by that shit too. She just doesn't very much like herself!! Her life sucks!! idk if any of this fits the question I'm just rambling about Blue cause I'm hesitant to talk about the creature in the room LKAJS;G

How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Avoid it. She knows, its just her life now, can't change a damn thing about it. She's very avoidant of all the terrible things about herself, this includes all the trauma. She's already got so much going on man. It's just her life!!! She cannot change it even if she tried! Because NO ONE allows change for her at all! She'll still get attacked by people, she still will face near-death situations (cause some people will try to kill her even if they aren't supposed to), and people will continue to come after her! She literally cannot change her lifestyle cause she cant escape it! I do think she would consider herself a failure in a way too, cause like, clearly her family didn't really like her (she is considered very ugly and a runt even though she is not small guys not at all), and then her first relationship was very very bad so, she does think there is something wrong with her! Um uh hmm I really don't know if this all goes with the question I just cannot talk about the giant rabbit cause like, thats a, wowie thats surely something that would fit this question really well and WOWIE LOOK AT THE FUNNY BLUE!!!

Roseberry: (Wound) How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?

How does Roseberry handle being wounded? Honestly? Thats a normal occurrence to her. A lot of fights break out at the campsite, a lot of people challenging others, a lot of tension; there is just a lot of fights. Roseberry being a leader is basically one of the highest ranks there (next to the adults in charge, the one in charge of Roseberry and some others is this white lion Felkin, still working on a name but shes a lady who takes no shit), even so, certain people *cough*Sydney*cough* will still fight her on shit. She's constantly challenged. Roseberry has been in many fights, but for bearfolk, they actually have a high pain tolerance!! (Mix it with some adrenaline and sometimes these guys can actually fight to death, its pretty rare but it CAN happen.) I'm sure you may be asking because of this pic!

This is one of the fights she gets into! Its kinda old and I changed up a few things BUT!! This fight still happens so yesyes ASDGKJL; that fight is a brutal one and honestly she walks around afterwards as if she's gotten like the smallest scratch. The most annoying thing was not only that a fight of course broke out, but that she had to go to the doctors afterwards, just "yea yea, give me a bandaid and let me go please" like no girl you are bleeding everywhere and covered in bruises LKJASDG Its not like she cant feel pain, the pain tolerance yes, but also that this is just a normal occurrence, just "fuck, now I have to go to the doctors you bastard." Does she want to fight? Not really? She'll do it if she has to, but she'd rather stay on track and do her job???? This girl is trying so hard to track down Blue but of course somebody has to be a dumbass and try to pick a fight (because they disagree with her theories) "Blue doesn't keep hostages" "Nuh uh" "The fuck you mean nuh uh" /j LKJSDG

Roseberry's wounds are mostly physical and mentally??? (I keep looking that up and it keeps going to emotional so idk if this counts at all but I'll talk about it anyways.) Ok like, Roseberry is a leader, she's supposed to lead a group of her choice/making and go out and track her target (which is Blue), over the years this has become very very stressful. There are so many expectations put on her, like she's got to do this, she's got to find this, what happened at this scene, whats her progress on Blue, STATUS REPORT NOW!! Like good god this shit is so taxing to her, she is constantly stressed out even if she doesn't show it- sometimes she loses sleep over it all. Physically? Oh yea she fights a LOT, not that she really wants to, but they come to her quite a lot! So, she does get a lot of physical wounds, not only from fights tho- all that hiking and the different terrains definitely cause some accidents sometimes but its mostly the fights LKAJSDG;

Whats the worst wound Roseberry ever got??? WELL.... I'd count the near-death experience she had a while back, like, she was nearly choked to death so! I think that'd count! At least count in what I can say. But! I would imagine that would hurt a while and hurt her mentally AND emotionally! Girl nearly died!!!! ABSOLUTELY going to have an effect on her, she has not forgotten that but also she's not gonna stop what she's doing, even if it kills her

Bullet: (Mask) Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask?

MY BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!! Yes! He does mask, both literally and figuratively! Like Bullet does have a plague doctor mask that he sometimes puts on when he does his lil doctor thing!! I still need to draw him with it (I tried once but I wasn't liking how it was turning out oops DLGKAJS; I will absolutely draw it eventually tho!!) He doesn't put it on every time he treats someone but! He still wears it from time to time! :))))))) but yea he wears one of these things for sure LJSK;DG

(since I am mentioning it, no, he does NOT wear it to hide his scars or anything, absolutely not) Figuratively tho, I think Bullet is keeping a lot of things on the inside. He rarely talks about his past or the things that has happened to him and doesn't really try to focus on it that much. It definitely has affected him, but he avoids it as much as he can! Seriously, if anyone even tries to ask or point out his scars all he'll say is that he "got them when he was very young" and completely change the subject! He's a goofy lil guy!! He wants to stay goofy!!!!!!! He's more comfortable telling Blue about that stuff, but usually he doesn't. And Blue doesn't mind, she doesn't push nor even think of pushing Bullet to talk about it. (If Bullet wants to talk about it, he'll talk about it! And Blue will listen) The other thing he really keeps to himself, even though it stresses the hell out of him, is the stuff with Blue. Like, his sister constantly has been sneaking out at night and sometimes she comes back injured, its that or she's shaken up in some way; and she does NOT talk about it at all. Just "got into a fight" and thats that, nothing more is ever said about it. But whatever it is, it keeps happening and his sister has been dissociating and distancing herself more and more and its stressful to see his sister be like that!! He doesn't try to pry, he does slip from time to time and gets a lil confrontational, but whether she does talk or not he just keeps taking care of her injuries.

She's the only family he's got! He doesn't like seeing her hurt, so it does stress him out! But since Blue is a very private person, he does not talk about it to anyone really Basically Bullet more of masks his stress and anxieties, he completely internalizes it. There is much stress and anxiety in this lil rat boy like you wouldn't believe (probably why he's extremely impulsive at times LKAJSDG)

Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask? There is only two people who get to see who they are under the mask and its his sister Blue, and his boyfriend who I cannot name LKAJSDG but even then he is wayyyy more open to Blue about his issues than his boyfriend, hes just grown up with Blue and again, that is his sister. He's very used to talking to her if his stress becomes severe. For his boyfriend, if he goes to see the Boy then he wants it to be a good time!! Again he'd rather be silly!! A lil goofy guy!! If his boyfriend catches onto Bullet not doing the greatest however, then Bullet will talk to him about it! I like to think that Bullet isn't the greatest at masking?? Like, if he's being a silly lil guy then you prob wouldn't notice (unless its Blue) but otherwise? I think the mask definitely slips from time to time.

I also think he'll open up to Grey once they met, for reasons I cannot say, but basically he sympathizes with her! :D

AND THERE WE GO!! :D FINALLY WRITTEN EVERYTHING DOWN ALKJSD;G and on Valentines Day too! WELL HAPPY LOVE DAY LKAJSDG;

also fren you in your cave vs me in my rabbit hole ASLGKJV;DGJLK /lh KLJDLKJSGB

(Me whenever someone mentions ocs) LKJSDG Don't ever be afraid to ask me questions!! :D It's always fun! And I super appreciate the oc questions LKAJSDG;GJ

#OCS ON THE LOVE DAY!! :D #sorry it took me forever to get this done BUT its here!!#enjoy the oc lore! :D #Don't be afraid to ask any questions and stuff :D #The Fallen stuff

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ravendruid · 1 year

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I don't think I have any very creative sentences for this but I <3 angst and wanna participate so here u go fren "but you were hurt! badly hurt!"

Send me a sentence and I'll write a Vaxleth drabble.

But you were hurt! Badly hurt!

Keyleth’s heartbeat drums in her ears, her hands shake uncontrollably, and her breathing comes out loud and in heavy puffs. Her knees tremble, and she falls onto the ground as large thick tears fall from her eyes. There is blood in Keyleth’s hair, clothes, and hands, but she doesn’t care. It’s not hers, and that is all that matters. Her sight is locked on its target: Vax’ildan lying unconscious on the ground, his hair, too, is pasted with blood, but this one matters. It’s his blood.

Vex’ahlia’s screams echo through the woods, scaring the birds in the trees. Percival tries to wrap an arm around her shoulders, tears streaming down his face as well, but Vex’s shoulders tremble like a small flower in a hurricane. Grog and Scanlan are speechless, the gnome running his hands through his brown hair with an incomprehensible tirade of words coming out of his mouth.

“NO. NO, NO!” Keyleth’s screams join Vex’s, scaring the remaining animals brave enough for the ranger’s cry of pain but not brave enough for Keyleth’s wrath. “YOU WILL NOT TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME.”

Bright green energy flows through her body and onto her hands as Keyleth places them on Vax’s armored chest. She isn’t sure how this is possible, considering she was already exhausted before the fight ended. Yet Vax’s wounds close slowly, and he regains some color. Keyleth cradles him in her arms and calls his name, trying to bring him back to consciousness. To her. She feels her body stop responding to her commands, yet she wills herself upright. Not yet.

“We need the mansion,” Keyleth’s voice is hoarse from screaming, but there is something in it that makes Scanlan jump to his feet and start casting the spell. She doesn’t let go of Vax’s body – he’s not dead! – for the minute that Scanlan takes to finish the spell, and when he does, Keyleth picks him up and carries him inside. She doesn’t know where the strength came from. All she knows is that she needs to bring Vax to a safe place where she can keep tending to his wounds.

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Vax hears familiar voices around him but can’t discern what they’re saying. There are two women – Keyleth and Vex, he can tell that much – and a man talking in hushed voices, and he can tell that his sister is angry at something. There is a yell and a loud crash, followed by the noise of glass breaking. Vax opens his eyes and raises his head to see Keyleth panting at the end of his bed with her back turned to him. Next to her, with a hand lifted in her direction, is Vex’ahlia with a look of fear in her eyes, and on the other side of Keyleth is Scanlan, stepping away slowly from the druid, who is staring at a broken vase on the floor.

“I said I’m fine,” Keyleth grunts.

“Kiki?”

Keyleth turns around swiftly, her eyes searching in the direction of the sound of Vax’s voice, and he sees in her eyes the moment she finds him and how her shoulders relax. There is but a second before she’s lying on him, pressing him hard against the bed and sobbing into his neck. She mumbles words he can’t understand and holds him tightly like she’s afraid he will leave her. Vax musters any strength possible to wrap his arms around her and pull her closer, whispering sweet words in her ear as he sees Vex’ahlia and Scanlan move from the corner of his eyes.

“We’ll jus–” Scanlan backs to the door, and Vex gives her brother a quick nod. Vax can still see the fear in her gaze, and he can’t blame her. Keyleth is powerful. She is a force of nature, and anyone should be scared of her. He musters a short nod before they close the door behind them, leaving Vax with an armful of Keyleth.

“Did you miss me?” Vax jokes. He doesn’t know how long he’s been asleep or why Keyleth is so needy all of a sudden. The last thing he remembers is the mage they were fighting, and something hitting him in the chest, hurting him so much that everything went dark. Had he fallen unconscious? Had he d– Oh, no.

Keyleth moves to sit up, straddling his hips, and as much as Vax enjoys the view, now is not the time, so he tries to sit up, using his elbows to help him upright. Keyleth’s hands immediately fly to his shoulders and press him down with a stern look.

“No. Lay down. You’ll open your wounds, and I’m out of healing magic.”

“What–what happened? Did I d-d–”

“No. Do you really think I would let you go that easily?” Keyleth smirks at him. Her hair is caked with blood, and her clothes have tears. If what she says is true and she used all magic on him, it explains why she looks so exhausted.

“You shouldn’t have used all your magic, Kiki.”

“But you were hurt! Badly hurt!”

“Well, you look like shit now,” Vax rubs his hands on her knees above her skirt, and Keyleth gives him a scolding look as she slaps his hands away.

“Wow. You’re so romantic, Vax.” Keyleth shakes her head in amusement. “You need to get some rest. Come on.”

“Rest with me?”

All it takes from him is a pout, and Keyleth will do anything he wants. He found this in the best way possible and has since used it against his girlfriend whenever she is particularly stubborn. She lies in bed, facing him, and Vax turns to her, too. Right away, there is a hand on the back of his head, pulling him into a deep kiss as Keyleth presses her body against his.

“You’re not allowed to die.” She warns him fiercely, and Vax does not dare to argue that he might not have a choice in that particular fate. Instead, he mumbles a simple word of acknowledgment and buries his head in her neck, allowing the exhaustion to wash over him.

Vax’s deep slumber doesn’t allow him to hear Keyleth sob into his hair until her own exhaustion takes over, and she falls into a restless sleep, full of nightmares about losing him and everyone she loves.

#critical role #cr fic #vox machina #vaxleth #prompted #sorry not sorry #I hope this is any good #I can't read words anymore #I hope you got some angst :D #there's at least some hurt #thank you for the prompt <3

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thefroggypond · 7 months

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hey. hey. heyyyy. ❇, ☁, and/or 📎 for insect plzzzzzzz

hab gift of fren as well 🪲

HALLO HALLO

insect my beloved i love them so dearly i- *puts them through the horrors*

❇️- their most prized possession (aside from blip, their lil robot frog) is this old journal that belonged to their creator. it’s all they have left of him and they keep it hidden away most of the time just in case something happens. aside from that they also value their friends n family n such -w-

☁️- they do these little robot beep/chirp noises when they’re happy :3. think the cat activation sound but. robot (the spine hears them all the time but you didn’t hear that from me no sir)

📎- their blue matter core is on their back. nobody really knows why it just. is back there. they have a cover for it that’s in the shape of a beetle though so that’s cool :)

and thank u for the friend.

🪲🫐

he has snacks now

#spg #steam powered giraffe #steampoweredgiraffe #spg oc #steam powered giraffe oc #steampoweredgiraffe oc #fanbot #insect #spg fanbot #oc ask game #my ocs

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alittlebirb · 2 years

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Some cursed chaos from the MCC Pride 22 Pink Parrots!

Ranbo starting his stream off by reacting to and fanboying over the Game Theory video on his ARG

"I saw this, and I started to shake, basically." -Ranboo

They really went all out with the outfits. Jack and Ethan becoming strawberry maids 🍰, and Ranboo dressing up as a half gay real estate agent and half gay sports trainer 🏳️‍🌈.

"Dude, Tubbo and Aimsey are beating the shit out of me. I don't know how to feel about that. I'm leaving." -Jack

Ranboo putting up a hospital background on his greenscreen because he's sick

Jack listing off all of the games in the event, and Ethan just going..."I don't even know what half of those are. So now I'm a little nervous!"

Jack calling the resident minecrafters "Booboo" and "Pappy"

Jack seeing the NoxCrew button and wanting to press it, but refraining out of fear that he'd accidentally start the event

"It's like Ace Race kicks in, and I'm like 'Fuck guys, sorry, I'm new here!" -Jack

"I'm ready to fight for the gays!" -Jack

"Are you well rested Booboo? Are you ready to kill?" -Jack to Ranboo

Ethan and Ranboo unintentionally getting matching parrots!

Ranboo making strange noises while choosing his flag, and Jack just asking "uhhh...come again?"

"Sapnap, he's got like trickle down skill. He'll feed us his skill." -Ranboo

Ethan mentioning that he's very scared of Red this event, especially from practicing so often with Foolish

"I found out yesterday he's hot too, which is a real bummer to learn." -Ethan

"He's hot, he's tall, he's strong...he's good Minecraft." -Jack

"Foolish peaked in high school, and then he kept going." -Ethan

Jack finding out that Ranboo is 6'6, and just going "Mother of God!", like he's discovered a demon in his midst

"If I mention Tokyo Ghoul, do you think he'll join the call?" -Jack about Sapnap

"I don't know what to do. I just have this sudden urge to play Juice WRLD, because I'm nervous." -Sapnap

The countdown starting, and Jack asking "why is the start of MCR playing over and over again??"

Jack seeing the lightshow lasers begin, and yelling "Anime is real, man!"

Sapnap confessing to using performance enhancing drugs in order to improve his Minecraft performance

Jack and Ethan getting immediately overwhelmed by all the sights and sounds of the decision dome

"I'm just going to be your bitch for this entire game." -Jack to Sapnap during GR

"Guys, I have to shit so bad right now." -Ethan, 30 seconds before the first game starts

Jack's absolutely horrifying GUI scale blocking his entire view

"These jams are insane!" -Ethan

Jack and Ethan just being absolutely lost during the crafting room while Ranboo and Sapnap make everything

"We did it guys! All four of us!" -Jack

Jack cheering them on by saying they're so "sexy" and "cool"! They're "hotter than Foolish!"

Sapnap asking what other beasts they have to kill, and Jack frantically screaming "DO WE HAVE TO KILL EACH OTHER??"

"HOW DO YOU MILK A COW??" -Ethan

"You guys are brothers to me now!" -Jack, after undergoing the Terrible Trials of Grid Runners

Ethan, panicked, asking that he's floating now, is that normal??

"I wanted to help so bad, and I just felt like a kid poking his parents, whining 'can I have a toy?" -Jack

Ranboo seeing that Green is still playing, and screaming "we're beating Youtube!"

Jack saying Build Mart (derogatory), and Sapnap immediately screaming "YEAHHH!!! BUILD MART SUCKS! BUILD MART SUCKS!"

"I just crave death for the enemy teams." -Sapnap

Sapnap being bestowed infinite eggs and immediately using the power to throw eggs into Red's area as much as possible

"They have a chicken army now." -Sapnap

Jack opting out of hunting people in PKT because he has asthma...you know how it is, this maid outfit's a bit tight...

Ranboo and Aimsey being frens :] besties :] every time they interact

Jack getting caught and screaming "AH! MY SPHINCTER!"

"That was the worst thing I've done in my life!" -Ethan

"Don't worry, you've got plenty of time to do more bad things!" -Jack

Sapnap going against the Simmers, apparently containing his nemesis??, and saying "Romeo and Juliet have gotta go!"

"I'll get them out literally...pretty quick." -Sapnap

Ranboo participating in gay on gay crime against Scott and briefly turning into the Joker

Jack and Ethan responding to Sapnap saying "I have to pee so bad it's ludicrous" in drastically different tones

"Do it where you sit." -Jack

"You have two minutes to do it! ^^" -Ethan

Jack seeing Tina letting a fox loose in the decision dome and screaming "TINA, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

"Oh my god, they had the chickens give birth on the field!" -Ranboo, traumatized

Sapnap rushing mid in SG and getting a ludicrous amount of gear and handing it out to the group, it's like that meme where a character has infinite weapon storage on their person

Jack yelling "Get out of our house!" at Green as they're murdering them

Ethan distressedly asking how do you eat in Minecraft??

Ranboo having to kill cute little animals and feeling VERY distressed about it

"Dude, you're like a bloodhound!" -Jack to Sapnap

Sapnap starting to feel bad about what they did to Green (as he should) and Jack reassuring him "it wasn't your fault they were caught with their pants down! You just clapped some cheeks."

Sapnap transforming into the Tasmanian Devil when he finds it they're playing BB

Sapnap doing something cool and immediately saying "that needs to go on Reddit!"

Ranboo saying he has an idea, and when Jack asks him what it is, replying "...I don't know."

"I kept dinking them, but they wouldn't fucking DIE!" -Jack

"That's my bloodhound!" -Jack about Sapnap

"For the gamers! Emphasis on the Gay." -Ethan

Sapnap asking if he can 1v4 Green as a bit, and then getting absolutely ROLLED by them

Jack managing to kill 3 of Lime and get a win at the very last second, and subsequently freaking out

"Oh, I'm so erect." -Jack

"Ranboo, you're a natural born leader!" -Jack

"Thank you, I'm really good at making people do what I want without them knowing." -Ranboo

"Bro, I'm getting all my shit stolen." -Sapnap during BM

"It's okay, I'm stealing everyone else's, so it evens out." -Ranboo

Jack asking for directions on what he should get, and Sapnap telling him to "get building things...very descriptive, I know."

The team wishing each other luck as they mute and deafen up for AR, and Jack quietly saying "I love you."

Ranboo recounting how he found out about MCC from watching Techno's record AR run

"This is the worst commentary for this game that I think I've ever done." -Ranboo

Jack and Ethan going through actual hell during this gamemode

"Jesus Christ, that was the worst thing that's ever happened. Fuckin' ay." -Ethan

Ranboo spectating Jack and yelling at him to "fly through the air, you majestic creature! Fly! Fly!"

Ranboo watching Ethan overshoot the jump pad and shoot into the void twice in the row, and Ethan rejoining the call with "THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY GODDAMN LIFE."

"There's one way to describe this, and it's just Ugh." -Sapnap

"Junji Ito style, everyone has their hole!" -Ethan about HITW

Sapnap just incoherently wailing his head off during the first round, while Jack shouts "big balls, big balls!"

This is straight up one of the most chaotic HITW povs that I've ever watched

"Oh good, I thought I just embarrassed myself in front of the whole JumboTron." -Jack after finding out there's 3 rounds

"Now you can potentially do it 3 times!" -Ranboo

Jack throwing down a pig and yelling "bacon will give you strength!"

Ethan seeing the CUTE wall and mistaking it for CUNT

Sapnap predicting the NoxCrew bringing out a second, secret BM round for the 8th game

"If you're gonna get coffee tomorrow, just don't get coffee tomorrow. Buy donations. Buy Pride." -Jack

"I just hope my gamer instincts kick in. I know this starts like The Purge." -Jack about Terra Swoop Force

Ranboo seeing the stack of NPCs in TGTTOS and calling them a totem

Sapnap fucking camping out at the end of the Cliffs maps and doing everything he can to kill Martyn

Ranboo freaking out and trying to figure out why he can't build, and Jack realizing it's because he's riding him

Ranboo becomes the Joker while fruit punching Scott pt.2

"StOp, 5up! Just tell me WHY?!?" -Sapnap

Ranboo finding out Green came last, and saying "well, that's what you get when you go to Youtube."

"You want to see me get shot, I see what you post on Twitter dot com! You want me shot, dragged through the mud, put in a meat grinder, and this is your chance! Donate now!" -Ranboo, encouraging the 20v20 donation goal

Ranboo saying they make the donation link confusing on purpose, then backpedaling rapidly, Jack trying to save it by saying it can't be STRAIGHTforward ;), and Ranboo immediately killing it again by responding "It's not straightforward because it's a money laundering scheme."

"I'm sad I can't see George kill Dream." -Jack about DB

"Why is it playing 80's cop movie music?" -Ethan

Jack cheering on Karl's downfall, and explaining that "Karl's the nicest guy, but it's fun to see him go down with an arrow."

Jack staring at Dream's block character moments before his death and commenting that he looks scared

"You saw his ghost!" -Ethan

"I could smell the pee in his pants!" -Jack

Sapnap saying his unicorn disappeared, in the saddest most confused voice, and Jack telling him "You should've held onto it."

"There was just a big clap of thunder, so if you don't hear from me, it's because I died." -Jack

"Nothing wrong with getting struck by lightning, it builds character!" -Ranboo

Ranboo saying he wants to get struck by lightning now, and Jack suggesting he could change his brand to Ran-bolt!

Everyone absolutely losing their minds as Jack wins the 20v20

"HE'S A GOD!!" -Ranboo

"Baby we may have come 7th, but here we came first!" -Ethan

The outrage when they see Red wearing all the crowns and standing with the coin, with Ranboo just getting on his unicorn and riding away

"I did not go through fire and flame for this! How dare you stand where he stood??" -Jack

"I've been on world tour, and this was way scarier than that." -Jack

Jack calling Sapnap "an absolute monster at this game", and Ranboo a great leader who's "very talented at these games as well".

Pink Parrots finished MCC Pride 22 in 7th place!

#mcc #mccp22 #mcc pride 22 #crankgameplays #ranboo #jacksepticeye #sapnap #birb's mcc recaps #new tag!! I've already made a lot of these posts (with many to come) so I'll be using this tag in case you want to find all of them!#a very weird feeling crossover event #but very fun #they did very very well for not being minecrafters #and it seems like they had a ton of fun #and raised a ton of money!#which is what matters

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meatmuncherlol · 2 years

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Part 5!!

Adventures of 6 year old Akainu, 9 year old Kizaru, and Baby Aokiji

*The next day*

*Kizaru wakes up early to make breakfast for the others

A: *Yawns* What's that smell?

K: Oh hey Zuki! I'm making breakfast!

A:...in 6 in the morning?

K: Well, you always say that Marines should always wake up early

A: Huh, I do say that a lot!

*Akainu sits beside Kizaru to eat*

A: Any plans what to do today?

K: Not really, we have food and supplies

K: Oh! But I do have something, a question

A: Istg if it's about why I left home at 6 and the other promise I'm gonna burn you.

K:...nvm

...

A: Stop with the pleading face, it won't work.

K: AWHHH BUT PLEASEEEEEEEE

A:.no.

K: C'mon I'm your friend! You can trust me!

A: Well, you do seem trustworthy enough.

A: FINE! I'll tell you

*Kizaru crosses his legs while holding Kuzan*

A:...oooookayyy?

A: Anyways, my dad was a vice admiral and my mom had a big heart wound because she used to be a fighter, so she's always in bed. The doctors says she had less than 2 years to live because her heart gets weaker and weaker, the promise my dad gave me is to take care of my mom till she lives more than 2 years.

K: Continue

A: I insisted on becoming a doctor but my mom said that I should follow my dreams and become a Fleet Admiral, so that's what I'm following. Well, a couple of months ago, before you found me, pirates raided our town and killed half the people, my parents were in the half people.. what made it worse was that the marines who were there to protect my hometown chickened and hid from the pirates till they left. I was the only one fighting..

A: and...

K: And?

K: You can tell me

A:...

A:.. once the pirates left, they got out and I pounced on one of them, telling them that they were cowards and killed half the people I love, HALF THE PEOPLE I ADORED..

A:..and..

*Akainu starts to tear up*

A: I don't know what happened to me.. i-i just saw black and when I finally came back in reality, I was standing on a pile of dead marines..

K: *mind: dead marines?!*

A: I looked at myself from a broken window and I had blood all over my sweater and that's when I realized I killed the marines who were protecting my town.. my dad's army of men..

A: Everyone in my town looked at me in shock and..I just ran in the forest to hide because I thought I was a monster, a child who killed marines, I thought I could never join the marines after the incident.. I was shown on the newspaper of a child who killed an army of marines

A: But luckily, they didn't put a bounty on me and they didn't know what my face was because it was covered in blood.

A: *exhale* That's all.

K:...

Bb A: *babbling noises*

*Kizaru hugs Akainu with Kuzan*

Bb A: AYAHHS🤬🤬

*Kuzan fussing in the background*

K: I'm so sorry for pushing you to tell your background, I knew you had a troubled childhood when I first saw you, but my curiosity took over..

A:...

*Akainu hugs Kizaru back while crying that he couldn't speak clearly*

A: Yor suh a fren Borsawino..

K: Alright now little guy, you don't have to speak when you cry-

Bb A: *pulls Kizaru's ear while fussing*

Bb A: AHAHHAHAJAIJWKNSHWNQKQJA😤😤

K: Ow! What the-

*Kizaru stops hugging Akainu and holds Kuzan*

K: Never realized how much of a fussy baby you are

Bb A: ba😡

K: Hey now! I'm taking care of you, YOU DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO GIVE ME THAT LOOK

*Kizaru and Bb A arguing in the background*

*Akainu wipes his tears and looks at them*

A: *chuckles* Idiots.

#one piece #one piece kizaru #one piece admirals #one piece akainu #one piece aokiji #one piece navy

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rainbowgod666 · 6 months

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Luz: ok but serioulsly, i saw you as Belos' brother, how did you pull that off? Also what was that gunshot-

Alex: oh its simple. I dug up caleb's corpse, "added" myself to it so I was LITERALLY him, aaaaand then shot myself after going "well I wanted to see my brother one last time, OH WELL!" And then you know the rest

(Everyone is still for 5 L O N G seconds)(everyone is spitting out their drink)

Luz: WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?!?!?!???

Amity: W O W (insert fast clapping meme)

Hunter ;w; wtf man...

Willow: oh thats FOUL, like- wh- WHY? WHY WOULD YOU EVEN DO THAT? WHAT WAS THE THOUGHT PROCESS BEHIND THAT?

Vee: (fucking faints)

Masha: (a single tear) aaaaand there goes my innocence TwT

Collie: (pulls out CollectorPhone) (yeah he has one of those) ok, THIS is going in the "eldritch frens" group chat... should've listened to gabriel honestly, his ass wasnt lying this shit aint worth the risk fr fr

King: whY dID YoU dEsEcr a TE a COR P SE ???¿ (confused crying titan noises) (looks at collie) wHY THE FUCK DID ALEX- (looks back at me) WHY DID YOU DO THAAAAAT AAAAAA (is now basically a smexual sound effect because of the pain)

Gus: well, now im gonna feel scared of what I could pull off with my powers forever

Camila: (the thousand yard stare from Cyberpunk Edgerunners)

(By now everyone is either crying while smiling to avoid total ego death, fainted in the Family Guy Death Pose, doing a thousand year stare, OR screaming at me. Well, so much for being the good guy)

#the owl house #tw: corpse disrespect #<- i feel like its 4000 years ago ngl XD #welcome to the multiverse #toh belos #deserves to get both the #desecration of the names of the unworthy dead #and the #castigate of the enemies of the godhead #treatments from #lamcer rpg #lmao get rekt belos ye goopy fuckbucket ùwú #hope you will like this new memory of #“your brother comes back to life but doesnt recognize you. then he shoots himself in the head because fuck you lmao”

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korasonata · 3 years

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Joe and Cleo model stream quotes Part 9: The Legend of the oWo

Yes, this is the legendary oWo voice stream. I’m not even kidding I have never had such a hard time transcribing something ever, this whole thing was a TRIP. This was a 5 hour stream and they literally do this voice for the entirety of the last 3 hours, and I swear to god that is not even an exaggeration. This was a TIME to transcribe, but I have made a list of highlights (extremely cut because I would honestly just copy paste the whole stream if I could).

Link to the video is here: https://m.twitch.tv/videos/1168998958

Favourite moments of Joe and Cleo crafting streams part 9! Transcriptions below the cut! (Time stamps above each quote)

00:32:32

Cleo (talking about Carol Anne from Poltergeist): She’s the— the name of the little girl that um…that got su— I’m gonna say sucked into the tv? But basically she was sucked into the afterlife.

Joe: No, she was sucked into an afterlife adjacent plane that straddled our reality and the next. They are very clear about this in the film.

Cleo: *flipping Joe off in British* …Oh, sorry. *flipping Joe off in American* Gotta get the right gesture for the right county.

—

01:30:21

Cleo: This has actually, like, turned into one of my most favourite days of the week, because it’s just like I get to talk to Joe for hours. And then I just get to do stupid crafts. So you know.

Joe: *noises of agreement* And I get to talk to Cleo for hours! Making me even more lucky than her! And it’s hard to think of someone more lucky than someone who gets to talk to me for hours. But somehow it’s me.

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01:52:24

Joe: One of my favourite lines from Rick and Morty is, uh, there’s this alien invasion on Earth and Rick is just like (Rick voice) “Uh, gear up Morty. We gotta go to the Pentagon…no. No, don’t get excited. It’s— it’s— it’s the shitty one on Earth.” *realization*…Oh wait, I can’t swear in these…*trying to pretend he didn’t just swear* It’s like I love the implication that space has a really good Pentagon.

Cleo: You heard it. You all heard it. We all heard it. We’re not gonna say anything, but we all heard it.

Joe: Sorry…

—

The oWo Saga Begins…

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02:35:10

Joe (reading chat): “I love when JoWo Hills shows up.”

Cleo (speaking oWo): JoWo!

Joe (speaking oWo): JoWo!

Cleo: JoWo! JoWo the Hills!

Joe: Hello CleoWo!

Cleo: Hewo JoWo! How are you?

Joe: I am doing well! Thank you for asking!

Cleo: Are you? I do good! JoWo. I am happy with my buddy.

Joe: I had a delightful muffin!

Cleo: I am happy with my fren JoWo! Wee!

Joe (normal voice): I didn’t actually eat a muffin, but I thought like what would a cute version of me do? And it’s like probably eat a muffin or something adorable.

Cleo (normal voice): You’re already adorable.

Joe: Now I’m regretting not getting a muffin. I’m like, why didn’t I live the life of my cutest self?

Cleo: You be your cutest self, Joe!

Joe: I know!

Cleo (speaking oWo): You be joWo! (Reading chat and laughing) This is terrifying!

Joe (speaking oWo): I need to goWo buy a muffin.

Cleo: *high pitched oWo* Oh no! No JoWo! Don’t go JoWo!

Joe: (laughing) I think this is my least favourite thing we’ve ever done, and I love it.

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02:36:55

Joe (speaking oWo): My name is JoWo.

Cleo (speaking oWo): I know! I’m CleoWo! Joe is— JoWo is my BEEEEEEEEEEEEEST fren.

Joe: We like to hang out! And bake cakes! And have parties for all our other BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEST frens.

Cleo: And we do— and we do cwafts togevah!

Joe: I hope that we can do crafts with PearlecentMOOwooon!

Cleo: MOOwOooon?! Oh noWooo!! (Dying) I’m sorry, I’ll stop. I’ll stop.

(Foreshadowing: she does in fact not stop)

—

02:46:39

Joe (reading chat): “Joe recently ranted about how he doesn’t make content for children, yet hewe we awe!”

Cleo (mimicking in very high pitched voice): Hewe we awe! Oh noooooooo!! Awwwwwwwe!

Joe: *wheezing*

Cleo: *laughing* It’s just that noise that gets Joe! It’s just like Awwwwwwwee!!

Joe: *through tears of laughter* I just—

Cleo: Oh nOOOoooo!!

Joe: *cry laughing* I makes me so happy!

Cleo: I just so happy by this noise! Oh noooo! *sounds of Joe wheezing* JoWo why are you like this? Oh no JoWo!! *Cleo wheezing*

Joe: I don’t KnoWo…

Cleo: You don’t knoWo? Oh no JoWo….

Joe: And I’m terrified to learn!

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02:47:52

Joe (reading chat): FloofyCat says “I love this, it’s fine.” But with a name like that, like, I think we found our target audience!

Cleo (speaking oWo): Oh no FloofyCat!! Oh you gonna be owr first freeeeend!

Joe: *whimpering in the background*

Cleo (normal voice): The fact is I can hear Joe having a little mini meltdown as— as I go further on, that makes it worth it.

Joe (rocking back and forth): I’m just gently rocking. I don’t know how much people are looking at the webcam cause it’s very small still but like, I just kinda like— *quietly giggling* self-soothing, it’s like— it’s fine it’s—

Cleo: Awwwwwww! Oh no JoWo! Are you sad JoWo? Cleo make it ALLLLL bedda!!

Joe (through sobs): I’m not used to experiencing strong emotions that aren’t despair, and so my body is just like “Uh, wHAT?!” *sounds of Cleo dying*

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02:48:40

Cleo (laughing while reading chat): “This is very weird to watch while high on allergy meds” *in a very haunting high pitched voice* Oh nooo! We can help you!

Joe (snickering): But not with your allergies, please seek out professional help from your doctor!

Cleo (creepy little girl voice): Ohhhh, I can help you with your allergies! You won’t like it. But I could help you! *maniacal snickering*

Joe (high pitched voice): That’s like the creepiest thing!

Cleo (laughing): It was supposed to be, Joe!!

Joe: It’s like (creepy little girl voice) You know, sinuses are like tubes, but we can add more entrances! Through your cheeks!

Cleo (creepy little girl voice): We can add more existses tooooooo! It’ll be fIIIIIIIiiiinE! *maniacal snickering*

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02:50:24

Joe: I feel like I need to, um, I need to like— part of the problem is I keep trying to do the voice while I’m also trying to think of funny things to say. I need to like practice the voice independently. So I can get it.

Cleo (oWo voice): Oh no JoWo….is fiiiiiiiiiiine. You don’ hav to pwactice! You just feew it in your heeeeart, JoWo. *Joe laughing in the background* Eviil!! *maniacal laughing*

*Very loud sounds of Enderman screaming*

Cleo: FU—*loud laughing*

Joe (laughing): I’m just— I’m just imagining clinging to a railing over an abyss and CleoWo is like “so what your feeewings, you know it to be truwoooo!”

Cleo: You know it to be twuuuuue JoWo!! Thank you Phessler for the twwEnty gif subs!! It makes Cleo hAppyyyyy!! Cleo’s going to do the rest of the stream like theees. It’s fiiiiiiiiiiine! Joe is going to do the rest of the stream like—

Joe: *tears literally running down his face* Like I really need to glue stuff, but like my tears are just gonna drip on it—

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03:26:19

Joe: Ok, so I have to actually get up—

Cleo: You have to go…

Joe: No no no! I was gonna say, I— if I go get more tissues and I have to go, um— the paper— the next page that I need to cut is not within grabbing distance. So, if you actually wanna do this for another half hour, 40 minutes—

Cleo: I can!

Joe: Could you cover for me for like 3 or 4 here?

Cleo: Of course I can! I can always cover for you, Joe.

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03:34:18

*Joe dying in the background*

Cleo: *laughing* That’s it, he’s off again. It doesn’t take much. No it doesn’t take much. We do it cause we love Joe. That’s why I torture Joe. Because of love.

Joe (finally calm): Thank you CleoWo.

Cleo (oWo voice continues): You vewy wewcome JoWo!

Joe (Beetlejhost voice): I, ah, appreciate all of the love. That ah, you give me. You know, even though ya, you shoWo it in your oWon way—

Cleo (singing oWo): In my own waaaay!

Joe (Beetlejhost voice): You know it’s— it’s really, ah, meaningful.

Cleo: Is trAUMAAAAA based wuv!!

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03:40:28

Joe (oWo voice): I forgive yoWooo.

Cleo: Thank you JoWo! I do appreciate it! I appreciate your sympathy!

Joe: I appreciate yoWoo. You awe good frend

Cleo: You are a vewy good frend to Cweo! ZombieCweo likes JoWo!

Joe: Yay!

Cleo: Vewy fwendly!

Joe: It the highwight of my dayway!

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03:47:27

Joe: I can’t let ZombieCleoWo dowoWn. That would give her a froWown.

Cleo: BeetleJhoWost needs to know that Cleo is— is just— ha— (cut off)

Joe: …is just what?

Cleo: Is just happy. When you suffer.

Joe: Yay!

Cleo: Yaaaaaaay! It’s not just you, though, it’s everybody. It’s fiiiiiine! It’s fiiine.

Joe: *laughing* CleoWo is taking the “sad” out of “sadist”

Cleo: *cackling*

—

03:48:38

Joe (Beetlejhost voice): Hey, ah, there Cleo. It sounds like you kinda reached inside yourself and found, ah, a certain truuuWuth that you, ah, hadn’t confronted before.

Cleo (oWo voice): I am just— I am just the cuUUTest widdle murdewer there EEever was! Ever ever!

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #zombie cleo #zombiecleo #joehills #joe hills

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spencer-reids-adventures · 3 years

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Hello, I don’t have a prompt or nothing cuz I’m not that mentally creative, but !!!! can i pls get autistic Reid with Morgan angst and like a frens to luvers fic blurb thingy? god im terrible at this I’m sorry 🙈

(you are certainly not terrible at this and i love this prompt!!)

Also this ended up longer than I expected so it's posted on AO3 also!

Spencer Reid is excellent at reading victims, witnesses, suspects, and unsubs - it's what he does for a living, after all - which makes it all the more frustrating that he can't read Derek Morgan. At least, not what he wants to read about Derek Morgan, which is whether he shares the same feelings as Spencer. The fluttery-tummy, the smiling every time he hears his voice, the pining.

At first he hopes the feelings will go away - that it's just a silly crush, and he'll move on. But after three years working together, the feelings are stronger than ever, and that's when he decides he needs to do something about it.

So when the team is going to a club one night after work to let off some steam, and Derek asks Spencer specifically if he'll come this time - even though Spencer never comes out with them - this time he gives in and says yes.

He changes at home beforehand, hoping if he makes himself look "normal" then maybe acting "normal" will come easier to him. He puts on his one pair of jeans and a soft fitted purple t-shirt he bought to wear on a date once, and he switches his contacts for his glasses, because his eyes are tired. In the interest of "normalcy," he leaves his satchel at home, carrying only his phone and wallet in his pockets.

"Pretty boy!" Derek calls when Spencer walks in the door. "You made it!"

Spencer tries to focus on Derek's voice, his smile, his apparent happiness at seeing Spencer, and ignore the loud music, flashing lights, and crowds of people that have him immediately on edge. He waves to the rest of the team, who are all dancing, and walks over to stand next to Derek at the bar.

"What are you drinking?" Derek asks, and Spencer tries to weigh whether alcohol will make this better or worse. He decides he'd rather be in control as much as possible.

"Shirley Temple," he says, and when Derek laughs, it's friendly, not mean.

They take their drinks to a table, and Spencer realizes he should have brought his bag, if only to have the strap to fidget with, or one of the soft pieces of flannel he keeps inside to rub against his skin. Instead, he taps his feet and pretends he can hear what Derek is saying over the noise, and when he invites Spencer to come dance, Spencer says he'll catch up in just a moment. The minute Derek is gone, Spencer bolts.

He heads to the bathroom first, locking himself in a stall and covering his ears, trying to block out the thumping bass that feels like it's pressing in on him from all sides. He has a headache from all the perfumes and colognes and drinks and sweat and he lifts up the bottom of his shirt and holds it over his nose, trying to breathe through it like a filter. The flashing lights are gone, but one of the bulbs in the bathroom is flickering, and every part of this is too much.

Spencer finally decides that if this is what it's going to take to get Derek's attention, he might as well give up on ever being with him, because he absolutely, positively cannot do this. He doesn't even realize how hard he's punching his arm until it turns dark red, like it's about to bruise, and it's the last straw because even the bad stims aren't helping, and he can feel himself starting to fracture, lose the single thread he still seems to be hanging by.

He sneaks out the back door of the club and runs all the way home, keeping his focus on the way his leg muscles feel, and the slap of his Converse on the sidewalk, and the wind in his hair, and it's not until he's back in his apartment, huddled in his closet, screaming into one pillow and punching a pile of others, that he even thinks to check his phone.

From: Morgan Hey Pretty Boy, where'd you take off to?

From: Morgan Kid, seriously, where are you?

From: Morgan No one else has seen you and I checked the bathroom. Tell me you're okay

From: Morgan Spencer, you're really freaking me out

Missed call from: Morgan (11)

"Fuck!" Spencer screams into the pillow, and it's the last straw.

He throws his phone across the room and starts to rock forward and backward, hard enough that his head slams against the wall, flapping his hands as hard as he can, losing himself in shame and frustration and rage and humiliation.

He doesn't hear the knock at the front door, and the doesn't hear the door open, and he doesn't hear anybody enter the room, and when his hand hits something warm and solid he just punches it, and when he rocks back and his head hits a pillow instead of the wall, he starts to scream, and then to cry, and when he finally tires himself out, he collapses on the wood floor and falls asleep, and still doesn't realize there's someone else there, someone who carefully picks him up and lays him on his bed, removing his shoes and laying a blanket over him.

Spencer doesn't sleep for long, and when he wakes, Derek is sitting in the armchair in the corner, reading one of his books.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Spencer asks, trying to piece together the last several hours and finding no memory of inviting Derek over.

"You scared me, kid," Derek says, putting the book down. "You disappeared without saying anything, you didn't answer your texts or my calls. I thought something had happened to you! I was about to call the police before I figured I should check your apartment first. By the way, don't leave your front door unlocked."

"I don't usually," Spencer mumbles.

"What happened?"

"I just had to get out of there," he tries to explain. "It was-- everything was too much, and I thought I could be normal for one night but I was wrong, and I'm sorry I ruined your night--"

"You didn't ruin my night," Derek says. "Is that why you never want to come out to the clubs with us? Because it's... too much?"

"I get sensory overload," Spencer says quietly. "And I left my bag at home."

"Your bag?"

"I carry things that help. So I don't flip out like this all the time, especially on cases."

Morgan nods and moves from the armchair to the foot of the bed, where Spencer is now sitting up, still wrapped in the blanket.

"And when you got home?" Derek asks carefully. "When I got here, you were, uh..."

"I can't-- I can't talk about this right now, Derek," Spencer says desperately. "Can you just, I don't know, Google autism when you get home?"

"Yeah, of course I can," Derek says, raising an eyebrow. "If I'd known, I would have done that a long time ago."

"You didn't know? Really?"

"No, I just... I don't know. Thought you were--"

"Weird?"

"Quirky," Derek says. "But now that I know, I'll learn about it. And you can always share things, if you feel like it. If you think they would be helpful for me to know."

"Why do you care so much?" Spencer blurts out. "You don't have, like, an obligation to take care of me, just because you know now. You can pretend this never happened."

"I care about you," Derek says, moving closer to sit next to Spencer on the bed. "I care about you a lot, Spencer."

"Y-you do?"

"More than I should, maybe," he says with a small laugh. "I've cared about you since the minute I first saw you."

"Care about me like... the way friends care about each other?" Spencer whispers, and when Derek shakes his head no, Spencer reaches for his hand.

"If I'd known clubs were so painful for you, I would have invited you somewhere else. I just wanted to spend time with you. I always want to spend time with you."

"Derek," Spencer says, squeezing his hand, and before he can lose his nerve, Spencer leans in and kisses him softly on the mouth.

He pulls back and blinks a few times, waiting for Derek to tell him he's got the wrong idea, that he should leave, that this was all a misunderstanding. Instead, Derek leans in and kisses him back, deeper.

"I thought I'd never get to do that," Spencer murmurs.

"Me too," Derek replies.

"Can we-- do you want to go on, like, a coffee date with me?" Spencer asks. "Maybe tomorrow?"

"I'd like that very much. That, uh, doesn't mean we have to stop kissing now, though, does it?"

"Absolutely not." Spencer smiles, pulling Derek closer and deciding that maybe "normal" is overrated.

#cw self harm #cw meltdown #autistic spencer reid #derek morgan #maya writes more than 5 sentences #maya's autistic spencer collection #maya's spencer whump collection #maya's moreid collection

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aonogifreactions · 3 years

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Prompt 70: “You’re perfectly welcome to kiss whomever you wa–” and 28: “Where’s all of your holiday spirit, you Scrooge?”

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Requested: Yes, by anon. Prompts here -> click.

Pairing: Rin Okumura/Reader, Yukio Okumura/Reader; separately.

Word count: 1,1k+

SFW.

Warnings: none.

Beta-read by a special fren! Thank you! <3

a/n: i apologize for yukio’s part being so short! i told myself “ill write a drabble for both of them” so i set myself a specific word count but then i wrote rin after yukio and accidentally went overboard xD under “read more” due to length!

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Rin: [Prompt 70]

The loud noise of plates being moved left and right, then spatulas hitting the bowls was surely the indication that Rin was there, doing a lot of things at once.

Doing things last minute was not a good idea - even if Rin's cooking skills were excellent.

That's why you, being a good friend of his - decided to help him out a little. He appreciated it greatly, thanking you in a hurry.

"Rin," you called him quietly, "why are you making so much food?" you mixed something in the bowl, concluding in your mind that it was probably the base for another cake. "Well, today's the Christmas party, remember?" he reminded you, smiling at you quickly and opening the oven; he scrunched his face up as the heat hit his face. "Oh, right!" you said a little too loud, earning a chuckle from him. "Have you got a present for someone? I know it's supposed to be a secret, but I wanna know!" Rin asked excitedly, taking out a cake from the hot oven.

Oh god.

You gulped nervously, "Uhm, ye-yeah, I have!" you stuttered, "A-anyway, am I doing it well?" you scolded yourself internally afterwards, because how the heck could you mess up mixing? Nonetheless, Rin walked up behind you, peeked past your shoulder, and - unfortunately for you - decided to tease you a little. He pressed himself against you, placed his hands on top of yours, and started to guide your hands with his own. You could feel his smirk on your neck as he spoke, "I mean, there's no way to mess that up. So yeah, you're doing it correctly. I hope chief Rin helped you to understand the mixing theory!" he joked, retreating back to the already baked cake, grabbing a knife and cutting it horizontally.

You blushed wildly, feeling your cheeks starting to radiate warmth. As you put the bowl away, you placed your hands on your face, trying to calm yourself down and avoid embarrassing yourself further. You shook your head, but the rapid speed of your heart beating in your chest couldn't return to normal - that is, until Rin distracted you from your internal panic. "Hey, could you bring me a bigger knife? This one is tragic, I can't cut it evenly with this one…" he sighed in annoyance, putting his knife in the sink. "Okay, sure, hold on," you tried not to stutter again; coming up to the drawer, you opened it and got the longest knife you could find, then proceeded to head his way. "Actually," he started, "I'll get it myse—"

Due to an unfortunate turn of events, you slipped on the floor, thus Rin, who was trying to get the kitchen tool, caught you just in perfect time, preventing you from possibly impaling yourself on the sharp knife.

"Oh boy, that was close!" He laughed awkwardly, "are you okay? I have no idea what was there, I literally mopped the floor yesterday…" Rin started to ramble, and despite wanting to thank him, what caught your attention was a tiny, green plant hung above your head.

A mistletoe.

Half-demon noticed your silence, so he also looked up; his face became crimson, and on top of that, he was still holding you. "I swear, I didn't do that! I don't even know how it got here!" He started to mumble excuses, while you gathered all your courage to finally make a move.

"Do you want to—" you started, "to uh, you know—" you said awkwardly, watching him. His face became even redder, "YOU MEAN KISS? I— You don't have to kiss me, in fact, you��re perfectly welcome to kiss whomever you wa–"

Your lips collided together in a sweet, yet somewhat awkward kiss; Rin kissed back after a few seconds, realizing what just happened. His lips melted against yours, and just as he was beginning to enjoy it, you pulled away.

To say the least, Kuro was satisfied with the outcome of the situation. He didn't mean to accidentally pee on the floor, but the same can't be said about the mysterious mistletoe that appeared out of nowhere. Either way, he was glad that his owner confessed his feelings to the person he loved; what's more, he was even more proud of being the partial cause of that.

However, he was now preparing himself mentally to get scolded for his poor bladder malfunction.

Yukio: [Prompt 28]

Flashing lights, obnoxious songs, and even worse - people singing obnoxious songs and freaking out about buying presents.

Yukio is certainly not a fan of that.

This is why he was currently scrolling mindlessly through various social media sites.

You, on the other hand - were carrying boxes - although light - full of christmas decorations. Your christmas tree stood proudly on the floor, but quite naked - the christmas balls, tinsels, and other ornaments, such as tiny reindeers or angels were yet to be added. Placing the boxes on the table, you sighed in content, your hands finding themselves on your hips.

Yukio remained uninterested, eyeing the boxes, then moving his eyes on you, "You know, I could help you with it. I know those aren't heavy, but still." he declared, leaving his phone on the table and stood up; to his eyes appeared round, silver baubles, as well as those that were in the shape of wrapped gifts, golden bells, penguins with santa hats on and candy canes. He looked at them wearily, raising both of his brows. "I knew we needed more christmas decorations, but was THIS much needed?" he grumbled, going through the box and muttering silent complaints about having glitter on his hands.

You fake-huffed, crossing your arms and turning your back to him. "Where's all of your holiday spirit, you Scrooge?" you answered, "and yes, THIS much was needed." Much to his dismay, he wasn't sure if this was just as a joke or not - fearing he might've hurt you, he suggested his help in decorating the christmas tree, to which you agreed excitedly.

Despite his previous thoughts, he really enjoyed accompanying you; yet, no matter how many times he's tried to find the reason of his entertainment, he couldn't figure that out - was it your happiness? that sparkle in your eyes when you turned the lights on or put some of the ornaments on the tree? Or maybe the holiday spirit has, in fact, gotten to him? Yukio didn't know; though, he noticed that you remembered his favorite animals, which surprisingly, warmed his heart.

Bright colors twinkled on his face, as the christmas lights on the tree were the only light in the room. They blinded him a little, but he didn't care. In reality, he liked it - he liked how it all turned out; he liked the christmas tree, he liked the obnoxious songs that played quietly in the background, and most of all - he liked, no, loved the joyful expression on your face, that told more than a thousand words.

Maybe christmas wasn't that bad.

#Ao no Exorcist #ao no exorcist imagine #blue exorcist #blue exorcist imagines #blue exorcist imagine #rin okumura #Rin Okumura x reader #Yukio Okumura #yukio okumura x reader #christmas prompts #Pure

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p1nkwitch · 2 years

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Am I allowed to ask about two wips? Because I would love to hear what hides under the wip name Monster ; )

(it could not happen to be continuation of one anonymous fanfic you have certainly not written?)

You can ask as many times fren, also why of course not! I would never do such a thing hahahah, sweats.

But honestly yeah.

I originally intended to do an antology series of loneleyes where one is a monster of some kind, they fall in love and get kinky in weird ways cause you know, monsters lend themselves into all sort of stuff. Technically? I have at least three one shots already written. And yes mayhaps one is the continuation of an anonymous fic that i may or may not know anything about.

But they are in the vault cause uh, sweating deeply, shame i suppose? I had ideas and i do not know if the world should see them.

So yeah, one is the mermaid continuation albeit it includes them kind of wanting to be parents of a sort? You know interspecies relationships is a thing cause Jonah is both curious and horny of how that would work. Another is Peter is a sea god, sort of can turn into tentacle monster, you see where that one goes, still it is surprisingly wholesome in some parts.

Catboy Elias cause, well, again this is indulgance. The one i didnt manage to write yet but i do want is the moth creature Elias/Jonah one, but uhhhh, i need to get into the mood once more. Maybe i can even make a vampire one again, cause i am a sucker for those pun not intended.

Uhh, i can offer a snipped of the mermaid one, if you want one for the others let me know. Not anything smutty cause again, shame.

“Are you-”

“Told you my species adapted, hadn't had to do this in… well like 10 years i think?” Oh- he goes to sit down and pats the space next to him. Peter lays on his back with his head on his lap as Jonah slowly traces shapes on his belly. It's just a bit more bloated, the man already had a tummy, so its barely noticeable.

“Will it show more?”

“Not really, this is as much as it shows” Humming he caresses it and he hears him sigh and let out a happy chirp like noise.

“Will they actually be…?”

“No! What part of needing to be fertilized you don't get? Its just eggs, they will just be eaten by some other fish, they don't have anything in them. I can literally eat them myself if I want to. They aren't even that delicious to be honest” He barely keeps his face blank at the idea of Peter just casually eating them. Yes he knows its natural for him and the species but it still shocks him quite a bit to hear it.

“Oh...ok, is that why you are more hungry and grouchy?” He nods and Jonah presses down a bit making him whine.

“Huh” Interesting in so many ways, the science of it is fascinating. A species being able to just switch depending on the need for procreation is very interesting.

“Oh hush” Peter growls a bit after that, but its not serious at all, he even melts back into his lap when he scratches near his neck.

#flurby gets an ask #really these one shots are just self indulgence to the max #there is very little monster peter or jonah content and even less sexy one #so... i just wanted to fill the void

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a-libra-writes · 4 years

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How the GoT Characters React To You Walking In On Them

It’s been more than a month since I did a longass preference (yikes) aND THIS IS HOW I RETURN SEE YALL IN THE 7 HELLS very nsfw obvs

(for my mobile frens, masterlist is here)

In this preference, you’ll be interrupting: Ned Stark, Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Benjen Stark, Jory Cassel, Dolorous Edd, Mance Rayder, Tormund Giantsbane, Yara Greyjoy, Daenerys Targaryen, Jorah Mormont, Missandei, Tywin Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Sandor Clegane, Bronn, Podrick Payne, Petyr Baelish, Stannis Baratheon, Davos Seaworth, Margaery Tyrell, Brynden Tully, Edmure Tully, Brienne of Tarth, Ramsay Bolton, Roose Bolton, Oberyn Martell, Beric Dondarrion, Gendry

NED STARK

It’s not that he had planned this; you two hadn’t had a chance to be together for almost three weeks, and he thought you’d be here in your shared chambers by now. He noticed one of your cloaks folded so neatly across the bed … Ned was fumbling out the excuses when you walked in, but eventually he just trailed off, asking you not to tease him too much and forgive him. You just smiled as you took his red face in your hands, and he gladly gave into you. “I’ll have to earn your forgiveness, won’t I? What would you have me do, love?”

ROBB STARK

His cheeks were as red as his hair, but he hastily called you over and tried to cover up his embarrassment with bravado. You laughed as Robb pulled you in his lap and instantly dropped his head to your neck. He tried to laugh with you, but it was cut to a groan as you took him in your own hands. Your king eagerly bit at your neck while you stroked him. “I missed you, love, I didn’t want to - I-I think about you all day, you know. It’s maddening when you’re away from me.”

SANSA STARK

You were hoping to make some sort of sexy entrance, but that was shot to the ground when Sansa yelped and nearly jumped off the bed. She was so mortified, she hid her face while you reassured her and rubbed her back. It took quite a bit of snuggling before she was able to face you again. To help her confidence, you let her unlace your dress while she took a deep breath. “I-I know it’s silly, because we’ve … we’ve already -- well, you surprised me! I thought my heart was in my throat. … Having you here is much nicer, though.”

JON SNOW

The blush went to his ears when you caught him and teased him, and he just sighed and called you over. He was going to calm himself and lace up his pants, but he was pleasantly surprised when you started tugging at his tunic and cloak. You were still teasing, though, so he made a point to distract you by removing your clothes and shushing you with a deep kiss. He was trying to be exasperated with you, but it was always difficult to think straight when you were around.

BENJEN STARK

He’d just have the nerve to smirk, like he was waiting for you to catch him, and he probably was. With absolutely no shame Benjen would grin and casually mention he was just thinking about you. While you’d try to scold him about being at least a little more careful at Castle Black, it was distracting when his hands were already running up your sides and unlacing your blacks. “Would you like to know exactly what I was thinking about? The night we stole in the Godswood. I loved having you that way, Y/N, all mine for the gods to see. Why don’t we show them again?”

JORY CASSEL

It took your poor love a few moments to notice you, and when he glanced over, he saw you grinning like a cat with a canary in its mouth. Jory nearly jumped out of his skin and jumbled out all sorts of excuses and apologies - he also didn’t notice how close you were until you were crawling on top of him and opening your bodice. He breathlessly laughed and felt very grateful for having such a pretty, loving wife.

EDDISON TOLLETT

Well, first he cursed loudly, because he hadn’t noticed you until you were right behind him. You were trying to be enticing by leaning on him and wrapping your arms around his neck, but it just served to startle your poor love. Edd sighed but melted into your almost instantly. He kept stroking himself while you kissed his cheek and neck. Eventually you’d slip your hand down his chest to his cock, and he startled and cursed all over again.

MANCE RAYDER

He’d just be amused that you caught him, although he really feels no shame in it. He was grinning as he called you over, and once you were pulled into his lap, he’d sigh against your hair and switch to touching your legs and stomach, gently slipping his fingers under the fur, but not quite pushing them aside. “I was thinking about you, but that isn’t good enough, is it? I want to look at you, and touch you. Can I do that, Y/N?”

TORMUND GIANTSBANE

If you knew Tormund, and you did, he wasn’t trying to hide what he was doing, nor did he feel an ounce of shame for it. You walked in and he loudly greeted you. By the time you walked over to him, he’d already be tugging at your furs and asking for your mouth, your hands - or better, your body. He’d ignore his cock in favor of stripping you down and pleasuring you first, and his enthusiasm only made you laugh and encourage him.

YARA GREYJOY

She didn’t care a bit that she was caught. Instead, she called you over to her side, insisting you come fix the “problem” you caused. You both had been busy running the ship as of late, and watching you order men around and take control of the ship yourself was driving her mad. Once she got her hands on you, there was no way you were getting out of her strong grip. “Fingers are fine enough, I suppose, but I’d rather have that sweet tongue of yours.”

DAENERYS TARGARYEN

You felt bad for enjoying it so much - not just the show, but Dany’s sulking look when you walked in on her. The expression passed quickly and she tried to play it off like she meant for you to find her, but that was obviously not the case. Still, she was your queen, so you let her have this one. As you pulled her into your arms and she straddled you, she demanded you taste her fingers. You got “scolded” for teasing her the whole day and having the nerve to come home late.

JORAH MORMONT

You hadn’t anticipated him to be so embarrassed, especially when you were admittedly enjoying the show. The poor knight was fumbling for an excuse, and was surprised when you happily sat yourself on his lap and gave him a deep kiss. His shame seemed to melt as he held your waist and squeezed your ass to bring you closer. Jorah was clearly thinking about you, and you were happy to give him whatever he pleased, since he always gave everything to you. “You’re always too good to me, Y/N - I don’t deserve your sweetness.”

MISSANDEI

She blushed and sputtered so hard, you thought she was going to choke for a moment. You hurried to her side and tried not to be distracted by the gorgeous flush across her dark skin. She was mortified and uncomfortable, but you reassured her that it was fine, and apologized for barging in without knocking. You gave her several kisses and pet her hair as she recovered from her embarrassment. It wasn’t getting caught that bothered her; it was that she was having a very vivid fantasy about you and being pulled from it left her a little dizzy.

TYWIN LANNISTER

It was soft touches across your cheek, hair and hips that was beginning to pull you out of sleep. It reminded you of the dream you were having, and you thought you were still there, until the touches became a little more firm and you heard a familiar noise. As you stirred and tried to sit up, you felt warm, comfortable arms wrapping around you and before you knew it, Tywin was on top of you, pressing firm lips against your neck as something much firmer brushed against your stomach. It wasn’t until much afterward that you considered he hadn’t meant for you to see or hear him like that, but he certainly turned the situation to his advantage.

TYRION LANNISTER

He hadn’t meant to get caught, but your cheeky husband tried to make a joke of it and play it off like he was waiting for you to get back. He was ready to cover up and redirect your attention entirely, but you always managed to surprise him. It was a good day when you could get Tyrion flustered and speechless, and pushing the blanket aside to take his cock in your hand - and later your mouth - was a great way to do it. “Darling, you would tell me if you were some kind of figment of my imagination, wouldn’t you? I haven’t just dreamed up these years we’ve been together?”

JAIME LANNISTER

Jaime was brazen about this as anything else in your relationship. He probably knew you’d come in eventually, and didn’t care. He made himself comfortable on the edge of your bed and had one of your nightshifts in his free hand. He hadn’t even bothered to change out of much of his Kingsguard armor. He laughed at your stunned face and called you over. “Y/N, good timing. Look what you’ve reduced me to - this is a poor substitute for your mouth and your body. I couldn’t decide which to think about ... Why don’t you surprise me?”

SANDOR CLEGANE

He grumbled and cursed under his breath at getting caught, but just a few seconds later he’d tell you to come closer and get your arse over to him. Any teasing and grins you’d have would be quickly silenced by a harsh kiss, and the moment you kissed him back eagerly, he’d already be yanking up your dress. You’d tease that he was trying to distract you away from what he was doing, and he just growled. “Always running’ that smart fuckin’ mouth. I got a better use for it.”

BRONN

You had just walked into your bedroom and found him, and he kept at it while looking straight at you. Of course he had to make his stupid quips and jokes, telling you that you really ought to keep your doors locked, because who knows what kind of man could come in? Bronn kept up his sassing until you walked over and took his cock in your own hand. He still had that insolent expression, so you had no choice but to stroke him roughly and bite at his lips to shut him up.

PODRICK PAYNE

You aren’t sure who was more surprised, you, or your lover. Pod tried to both cover up and stand up, but he just ended up knocking things over in your chambers. It was a bit silly to be so fearful, since you invited him here, but you hurried to his side to reassure him and give him sweet kisses. You were able to push the squire on the bed and straddle him with confidence. “S-sorry, Lady Y/N, I hadn’t meant to -- well, I did, but - ah! Forgive me, love -”

PETYR BAELISH

Petyr could only chuckle when he noticed you there, and he even made a little joke about it. But when he beckoned you over, his eyes had that distinct hungry glint, one you were very familiar with. Once he had you in his lap, his hands would easily slip up your dress and feel the warmth of your legs. “Now you see what you do to me, Y/N. I think it’s only fair that should make you feel the same. Do you think about me, too? Hmm?”

STANNIS BARATHEONS

He tried to cover up immediately, and you never thought you'd see your husband's face so red. He gruffly mumbled and tried to sputter something out, but you sat behind him on the bed and soothed him. You had a gentle, distracting touch, and he was surprised by your affection, but he didn't turn you away. On the contrary, when you moved to face him, he pulled you into his lap with a surprisingly strong grip. He was still too embarrassed to look at you, though, so he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

DAVOS SEAWORTH

He really hadn’t expected to get caught; it was meant to be quick, to get some relief before returning to his work. It was bad enough his thoughts immediately drifted to you, and now you were on the bed, trying to contain your grin. He felt silly for feeling so ashamed, since you clearly didn’t care. In fact, your enthusiasm to get the rest of his clothes off was flattering. “Right now? It’s the middle of the day, we both got things to -- fine, I did start it, but I didn’t expect ya to… alright, alright. Ya can do whatever ya want, love.”

MARGAERY TYRELL

She was only embarrassed by the fact she was getting a bit loud, and that’s how you stumbled upon her. She gave you her signature pout as she tried to cover herself up, bracing herself for the teasing you were going to give now and the next day… and maybe the day after that. She huffed and said it was your fault; since it was thoughts of you that brought this on in the first place. Her sulking was all a ruse, though: Once you walked over to her to insist it was okay, she pushed you down on the bed and straddled you. “Ha! Let’s see how long you can keep that cheekiness up.”

BRYNDEN TULLY

He hadn’t noticed you right away, and when he finally did, the only knight could only laugh at how quiet you were. He was only a little embarrassed, his cheeks just slightly red as he explained that he missed you. He’d take your wrist, kissing your fingertips and trying to urge you into his lap. Once you accepted, he could pick you up like you weighed nothing and adjusted your dress so you could straddle him. “Do you have time for me, Y/N? Ah, you’re too sweet. You shouldn’t let me be so selfish.”

EDMURE TULLY

He nearly falls out of his chair when you walk in - you hadn’t even noticed what he was doing until he made such a clamor - and his cheeks got as red as his hair as he stammered out some attempt at a greeting. When you inclined your head toward his trousers, he made a string of excuses that gradually stuttered out when you stood in front of him and sunk to your knees.

BRIENNE OF TARTH

She flinches like she’s been hit when you walk in, and you weren’t even that loud. You hadn’t noticed what she was doing, but Brienne’s anxious expression and bright-red cheeks eventually sold her out. You went to her side and assured her it was fine, you two had been together for some time, and besides, you’d done the same thing when thinking about her … that’s when you realized you said that out loud and poor Brienne just became an embarrassed, blushing mess all over again.

RAMSAY SNOW

He didn’t bother hiding what he was doing, nor did he stop. He was in your room, and impatiently eyeing you up and down and urging you toward him. Nevermind you were coming here to get something and go back to what you were doing … Ramsay didn’t care. When you finally walked over to him and he pulled you to his chest with force, pushing you against the bed and kissing you hungrily.

ROOSE BOLTON

He didn’t care when you eventually woke up and noticed what he was doing. He just pulled you close, burying his face in your neck and letting you sleepily blink and try to shift out of his grasp. He easily pulled you back and placed you in his lap, looking very awake in spite of the hour. He was quick to give you plenty of attention, even if you were still tiredly leaning against him, and he was pleased when you closed your eyes and let him spoil you.

OBERYN MARTELL

He was actually just passing time while waiting for you, since you two had plans tonight anyhow. As soon as you walked in and gaped, he laughed and called you over. The eagerness was very obvious in his eyes and from the flush on his cheeks. You asked if that was your new shawl in his other hand, and he said no - the new one was in a gift box on the bed, along with some other … choice things he bought for you to wear. Oberyn ended up not being patient enough for you to try them on; he wanted you on the bed right away.

BERIC DONDARRION

Once he settled himself down - you really startled him when you snuck up like that - he just smiled bashfully and asked if you’d sit with him. He obviously missed you, given how he pulled you toward him and gave you several needy kisses. When you’d give into him, he’d get a little breathless, already starting to pull at your clothes. You just had to tease him for it. “I’m sorry, love, I was thinking about you, today and yesterday …. And before that… I know, I know. You’re just too sweet.”

GENDRY

Your poor love was so startled and embarrassed, he fell over trying to cover himself up, crashing ungracefully on the floor. You had to laugh a little before reassuring him that it was fine, you weren’t bothered. If anything, seeing him so bare was a treat, and you gave him a deep kiss while he was still sputtering and trying to cover up. You hadn’t expected the strength he used to suddenly flip you on your back and keep you under him, but you weren’t complaining at all.

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darkdevasofdestruction · 4 years

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Flowers - Nicolas Brown x Reader

(( Special thanks to my fren, @ittokan , for fangirling with me over Gangsta, and I truly hope you start writing for this fandom and all the others that you love, without feeling pressured or anything! <3 ))

“Worick?” Alex’s soft voice asked in curiosity as she noticed there were many vases around the house, filled with lots of colourful flowers. “Yes, Ally?” the platinum haired man lit up a cigarette, looking at the girl with a mischievous smile - He knew what she wanted to ask. “What’s with...All the flowers? Every day they keep adding up...What’s the occasion? I-I’m not saying they’re not beautiful, they are! And they smell gorgeous, it’s a really nice change to this place...But what’s with the sudden change?” she perked up, sniffing a blue flower. “Well, Ally, do you know who bought them?” Worick asked, exhaling, letting smoke come out of his mouth. “You bought them, right? Or are they from Nina?” Alex blinked in confusion, not understanding where the man was going to. “Nope. You’re wrong to the core. Care to try again?” the man chuckled, incredibly amused as he saw her eyes widen in shock “Don’t tell me...Nic bought them?!” she gasped, not comprehending the logic behind it. “You’ve got it right! Nic got them! All 7 vases, and all the different 5 coloured flowers.” he flicked the cigarette softly to get the burnt area out of the window. “But...Why? I didn’t see him as a guy who’d like flowers that much as to waste his money on them?” the girl tilted her head to the side, looking like a confused puppy. “You and me both, Alex! But I assure you, he doesn’t know that either. Buuuuut he knows something that you don’t~! Wanna know what it is?” Worick put out the cig, putting his arm around her shoulders, getting closer to her face. “What is it? Why is Nic buying flowers?!” she asked impatiently, not even caring that she’s so close to the man. “Nicolas is in loooooove~!” the blue eyed man cheered loudly, making the girl squeal in shock at the sudden loud noise, before realising what he just said. “WHAT?!” she gasped, not believing what she just heard. “Yeeees, you heard that right! Nic has a crush on the flower girl! She’s a reaaal cutie, I’m telling you...But not really my style. I’ve talked to her once, she’s perfect for him.” he grinned widely, seeing the girl’s curiosity. “I had no idea there was a flower shop around!” she scratched the back of her head sheepishly. “Well, I wouldn’t be surprised. There’s only one, but thankfully, she sells for both Twilights and Non-Twilights alike. What a sweet girl. Nic mentioned she started learning sign language for him, and she got a little white table with colourful markers. I’m sure you’d like her.” he winked at her, making her smile softly. “It would be nice to see them together one day. Think he’d ever bring her around?” she asked excitedly. “Nahhh, no way. This place is a dump. She’s sunshine incarnated, she deserves better. Oh, and, she’s a doctor working here because this was her mother’s shop or something like that.” he spoke as a matter of fact. “Woaw, a doctor...She must be so smart. Is she like Dr. Theo?” Alex was full of questions of this young woman that managed to capture the rough man’s heart. “Who knows? We’ll see, I guess. Unless...You want to spy on them one day.” Worick winked at her, nodding towards her to follow. “Come on, I have something to get from her since Nic can’t make it today.”

The h/c girl made a little braid on the side of her long hair as she read a new medical book she received yesterday, a soft smile evident on her face as the sunlight gently illuminated her face. Soft jazz music was heard throughout the little parlor and the mesmerising perfume of the infinite flowers was almost drunkening.

She didn’t even realise someone came in the shop, until the man greeted her with a friendly “Yoooo!” as if they’ve been friends since childhood.

“Oh, hello! Sorry I didn’t notice you, I got a bit too absorbed in this book. I’m Y/N, it’s very nice to see new faces around!” her grin was so dazzling that it almost made Alex blush. “It’s great to meet you too. I’m Worick and this is Alex. We’ve come here to pick something up, since my friend couldn’t come today. Know what I’m talking about?” he leaned on the counter, and just as he mentioned that friend, he saw a beautiful spark glow in her e/c eyes. “Oh, you’re Nic’s friends! I’m so happy to meet his friends, he spoke so fondly of you! I’ll give you the flowers in a sec, please wait!” she spoke enthusiastically, rushing in the back of the parlor to pic them up. “Told ya she’s a beauty.” Worick nudged the flustered woman as the owner of the shop came with a beautiful bouquet of blue hibiscus. “Here you go! I hope he likes them. Tell Nic I said hi, okay?” she handed the man the bouquet of blue flowers. “Red, orange, yellow, green, blue...Now indigo...These are the colours of the rainbow!” Alex gasped in realisation, making Y/N grin even wider. “Oh, yes, that’s exactly it! I promised Nic I would help him find out what’s his favourite colour and flower, so every day, I’d give him a bouquet of flowers, each day, a different colour of the rainbow. I’m so happy that someone realised that!” she clapped her hands enthusiastically. “He has 7 different vases at home, and in all of them, there are flowers of different colours, that’s how I realised. They are so beautiful!” Alex took a sniff of them, a smile forming on her face. “Aww, I’m so happy you like them! Hmm...Ah, I’ve got this! Wait a second...Wait a second...And this...A little bow...And here! This is for you! Blue orchids. They represent delicate beauty, power and stability. I think that suits you a lot, especially since they are the same colour as your eyes!” the girl’s eyes smiled with genuine emotion, as Alex could only stare at her with genuine shock. “N-No, I-I-I couldn’t possibly-...I have no money and-...” she kept ranting on, but the h/c girl only shook her head. “Don’t worry, it’s a gift. Any friend of Nic is definitely a nice person, so I don’t mind! Besides, I keep this place more as an emotional thing, since this was mum’s. All my money actually come from my other profession, so I’m not going to get broke by gifting flowers, you know?” she giggled softly, making the other girl blush even more. “Th-Thank you...Y/N. They are gorgeous. Thank you.” was the only think she could say, holding the flowers close to her. “Well, Ally, we have to go. Thanks for today, Y/N, see you around. Oh, and...Take care of Nic for me, will ya?” Worick winked at the girl, who only nodded and waved.

As the pair walked out of the place, Worick lit up his cigarette, looking up at the sky with a soft smile.

“So, Ally, what do you think of our new friend?” he asked with a tint of amusement in his voice. “I can see why Nic likes her. She’s so beautiful and bright...She is someone that this city needs. Do you think her smile is contagious? I think it is...I hope Nic gets to smile genuinely too.” the girl looked down with a soft smile at the flowers.

The end of the day soon arrived, and along with it, the end of the book that the girl was reading so attentively. When making gifts for people she cared about, she wanted to be 100% informed so as to not make any mistakes, but with this, there was no way she could possibly fail.

She wasn’t sure why she was willing to invest so much time and money on a gift for a person she just met barely a few day prior, but there was something in her heart that burned, screaming at her to do just that and not hesitate.

Y/N has always been a highly rational person, preferring to choose her brain over her feelings, which is possibly why she has always been alone. She never saw herself as an overly sociable person, but she didn’t think she was that disagreeable or intimidating, so the reason why people would treat her like a ghost unless they needed something truly irritated her endlessly, so she decided not to bother with people again.

It was bad enough that her mother, her only true friend, died, and her only family alive was her sister, who was a mean girl with some kind of personal vendetta against the Tags, only for the sake of being discriminatory.

Her trust in people went down the drain further when she experienced how even the people she would call “boyfriends” were nothing more than selfish nuisances that had to be completely cut off.

She completely dedicated herself to her work and to the little flower shop, re-naming it after her mother, so as long as she was surrounded by all the loving animals at the clinic and could be surrounded by flowers, as long as her pets would greet her every day in her gorgeously furnished house with the money that she worked so hard for, and as long as she could travel the world and see all the beauty that life has to offer...

Then she could live without others.

Well, that was quickly shattered when she met the man called Nicolas Brown, a deaf man that came by to buy flowers to gift Nina, the little nurse who helps Dr. Theo, since it was her birthday and he had no idea what to give her that she would actually like.

She didn’t know sign language, so she proposed to write on paper to understand everything, despite the man insisting that he can read her lips perfectly well. Y/N, as soon as she heard about Nina, knew exactly what to give the man, and even thanked him for taking care of the little ball of sunshine, which made him blink at her in surprise, then leave.

She thought that was the end of it, that she’d never see him again, and that was it.

Boy, was she wrong.

The next day, he came by her parlor again, but this time, with no actual reason. He just stared at her awkwardly, looking left and right, scratching at his cheek with his finger, trying to come up with some conversation idea, but he wasn’t used to conversing with anyone, so he just stood there.

Luckily for him, the girl started asking about his favourite colours and flowers, which made them both realise he never even thought of such trivial things...But it was nice to not have to think about fights, death and problems, and just stay calmly to look at flowers...And just...Be mundane.

Much to the girl’s glee, Nicolas’s visits became frequent, so the girl offered to help him find out his favourite flowers and colours, but really, all she wanted was to spend more time with him, because, for the first time in ages, she could feel her heart moving like never before.

She felt alive around Nicolas.

She even bought a little whiteboard with lots of colourful markers so they could write as creatively and colourful as they wanted, encouraging him to try out anything he wanted.

Seeing that he was pretty interested in these little things, she bought him those adult anti-stress and anxiety colouring books with flowers and got him tons of crayolas and markers in all shades existent, letting him hang around and colour whatever he wanted.

Much was her surprise when he asked her to draw one page while he drew the other, which made her cheeks get a tint rosier from happiness.

On the free time between colouring, she would learn sign language and would get help from him to perfect it, because she was so sloppy and messy at the beginning that she somehow managed to tell Nic to kiss his own face with a chair, which made him laugh quite a lot.

Very soon, the end of the 7 days came by, and she had to choose the last flower, a violet one, but what could she give him to make it have a lasting impression...

Oh, of course, easy question!

She waited anxiously for the man to arrive as she made the bouquet be more beautiful than ever before, then went to the counter to look through a fashion magazine she had laying around, and when evening came and the Sun started to set, the man arrived, looking a bit tired, but his expression softened as soon he laid his eyes upon her peaceful visage.

She raised her face, looking at him with big, sparkly doe eyes, only to realise it was him, which made her quickly jump to her feet and get in front of him, and to him, she looked so bright that he thought he was staring at the Sun.

Nicolas signed slow enough for her to understand that he couldn’t stay for too long, so she nodded and got the bouquet, handing it to him gently, with a sad smile.

“Do you like them?” Y/N asked, also signing to make sure he understands what she was saying. “Yes. What are they called?” he signed slowly, gazing at the small flowers. “They are called Forget-Me-Not flowers. They are most usually given to people that you don’t want to get forgotten by.” the girl blushed faintly, as she noticed his eyes grow bigger, than looking away, scratching the back of his head. “I...Could never forget you.” he spoke out loud for the first time, making the girl’s heart beat faster than ever before. “You have a beautiful voice. I wish you’d speak more.” she smiled tenderly at him, which only made his cheeks flare up. “Wanna go for a walk?” he asked again, extending his hand towards the girl. “I’d love that.” she quickly closed the shop, taking her purse and intertwining her fingers with his, they started walking around the town aimlessly.

This supposed ‘Aimless’ wasn’t, however, as random as she thought, as Nic guided her to one of the tallest buildings in town, and without too much warnings, expect telling her to hold tightly to him, he started jumping from wall to wall until they got on top, where they could see the Sun setting down, and the sky being painted in a myriad of colours.

They sat down on the edge of the roof, dangling their feet, still holding hands, enjoying the peaceful silence that engulfed them, until he started speaking again.

“I don’t know what my favourite colour is. The rainbow is nice. But this is nice too.” Nic slurred slowly, making the girl look at him with a gentle look in her eyes. “Nature paints everything with the most beautiful colours. Don’t you want to see the world? See all the beauty that it has to offer?” she asked with a smile on her face. “I’m a Tag, I can’t leave this place.” he signed, his eyes looking at her with a certain kind of hurt that broke her heart. “Actually, there are exceptions. I read the law, they say that a single Twilight can leave this place if a Non-Twilight vouches for them and stays with them at all times.” she smiled even brighter as she saw his eyes widen in shock. “Really?” he signed, as she nodded vigurously. “Then...Where do you want to go first?” Nic offered her a mischievous smirk, making her throw her arms around him. “You’re gonna love it!” she exclaimed, as she felt his arms slowly engulf her in a warm embrace. “Your voice...Is beautiful.” he murmured, barely comprehensible. “What do you mean?” Y/N asked, looking at him with curious eyes. “Your voice’s vibrations are...Warm and soothing.” he explained, burying his face in her hair, drawing her closer to his chest.

Her chest was glued to his, and she could feel his heart beating so fast, so loud, mimicking hers, almost as if they were beating in sync, as one. The emotions they felt were explosive, so powerful, something so pure and warm that was meant to put an end to all of their previous suffering and distress, all the betrayal, the disappointment, the anger and sorrow they’ve ever experienced.

The embrace lasted for them like a whole timeline ending, and after they pulled apart, timidly looking at each other’s eyes, they leaned in, her hands on his shoulders, while one of his was on the back of her head, while the other was cupping one of her cheeks, their lips met in a soft kiss, almost as if afraid that the other would disappear.

But soon, all the emotions their hearts harboured were unleashed, pulling each other closer, the kiss deepening, warmth and love emanating from both of them like never before.

Love

A feeling that neither of them ever hoped to genuinely feel again, and yet, here they were, fate having brought them together to fulfill destiny and mend each other’s wounds.

They stood on the edge of the roof for a few more hours, watching as the Sun went completely down and stars embellished the dark sky with beautiful diamonds sparkling and twinkling endlessly, while the silver light of the Mother Moon was guarding them with her healing light.

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Nicolas’s birthday came sooner than expected, but for some reason, he forgot about it. Well, it’s not a surprise, that boy had no sense of self-worth, the girl quickly realised, so she naturally took the role of a nurturing and always-attentive girlfriend for him, wanting to make sure he takes care of himself properly.

But today was the day...

Today was Nicolas’s birthday.

Well, not yet, really, as it was not yet midnight, but the way he lay on the girl’s bed while watching TV absent-minded made it easy for Y/N to sneak to the other room and bring the man’s gift without him realising.

When the clock was 12 sharp, she turned on the light and putting the box on the table, making sure he wouldn’t get what it was, he dragged him into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, and she could barely resist his confused puppy face.

“Can you close your eyes and only open them when I kiss you?” she signed fast, excitement obvious on her face. “Why?” he asked in a low, confused voice. “It’s a surprise!” the girl booped her nose, only for him to stick out his tongue at her, like a puppy would blep, making her giggle at how cute he looked, kissing him to close his eyes.

She then took the box and took out the hearing devices, gently sitting on his lap and adjusting them to his ears, before caressing his face and giving him a passionate kiss like never before.

“What did you do?” he signed, still smiling from the kiss.

Instead of answering right away, the girl showed him the box that had “HEARING AIDS” written with huge letters, which only made his eyes widen in shock.

“Say something. I want to hear you.” he signed fast, not wanting his voice to be the first thing he hears. “I love you, Nic.” she said, her soft hands resting on his rough visage, and the love she saw in his eyes, hearing her velvety voice that soothed his heart and soul, for the first time... “I love you too, Y/N.” he spoke, cringing a bit at his own voice, but...He missed on so much not hearing her voice. “How...Why...?” his voice was trembling from all the emotions he felt, all at once, flooding him. “It’s your birthday. You are a good person, Nic. You deserve to have your hearing back. So...Happy birthday, sweetheart. I love you.” she kissed his forehead softly, as he quickly threw his arms around her, rolling on the bed, to be able to hold her tighter to him. “I don’t deserve you, Y/N. I really don’t. But thank you...And don’t ever leave me. I love you, Y/N.” he forced himself to speak more, knowing very well that he’ll have to work on his speaking to make it normal, at least to some degree. “You deserve the world, darling, and don’t worry, I’ll never leave you. I promise.” she cooed gently at him, playing with his hair soothingly. “I was right...You truly have the most beautiful voice in the world.” he muttered, closing his eyes to prevent any tear to escape his eyes.

He knew he didn’t deserve such a wonderful woman in his life, but he wasn’t going to deny anything, especially not her pure and genuine love for him. He was going to treasure her and make sure she knows she is the most special person in the world for him.

Because...

Nicolas Brown loves Y/N L/N with all his heart.

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mimosaeyes · 4 years

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“You were upset about Simon, though,” Jon muses. “And I don’t think it was because of the rollercoaster thing. Not really.”

Post-174, with references to 173 and 151. Jon and Martin anchor each other in the Vast, and discuss agency and significance. 1k.

@emberidzae broke beta land speed records on this. Thanks fren.

The Vast is not just big — it’s bright, too. There had been an interlude of ordinary apocalyptic sky between the Dark and this, but somehow it’s like Martin’s eyes haven’t adjusted. The light hurts, and disorients him. It doesn’t have a clear source, like the sun; it’s simply ubiquitous, uniform in intensity no matter which way he looks, and unchanging over time.

It bleaches the colour of the ground, their clothes, his very skin. Three days? Another three hours, he thinks, and he might already be transparent. Incorporeal. He might blow away on the next gust of wind that radiates outward from each point where the Great Beast takes another ponderous step.

That impact has been the only sound for so long that he startles a little when Jon suddenly speaks. “Are you alright, Martin?”

Oddly, hearing his name brings him back to himself. He gives himself a mental shake and blinks against the light. His vision swims for a second, then focuses on Jon.

“Fine,” he answers. “Why?”

Jon cants his head at him, while keeping his feet angled unerringly in the direction of the Panopticon. “I just thought... well. If the Vast is the fear of your own insignificance, it’s not all that different from the Lonely, is it.”

Martin furrows his brow. “How d’you mean?”

“Losing yourself in too much space, losing yourself because you feel disconnected from other people, because they seem so far away...” Jon lifts his shoulders in a halfhearted shrug, shifting his backpack’s weight around. “I lost you in that house. And you’ve been quiet for so long, I just — I wanted to remind you you’re not walking through this barren wasteland alone.” His lips lift in the shadow of a smile on these last words, wry and a little self-deprecating.

“Oh,” Martin says. His experience of the last who-knows-how-much-time realigns itself in his head, and he repeats, “Oh.”

Stumbling slightly in his rush, he reaches for Jon’s hand and clasps it tightly. Jon returns the pressure after a brief moment of hesitation. The sensation grounds him at once, reminding him exactly where and who he is in these homogeneous, apparently boundless surroundings. He sighs with something akin to relief.

“Martin?” Jon says tentatively.

“Better,” he responds, answering the unspoken question. “Thank you. I... I didn’t even realise.”

In response, Jon only makes a vague contented noise, and runs his thumb over Martin’s hand once, twice.

They walk on like that for some time before Martin finishes processing the rest of what Jon had said. “Wait,” he says slowly, “how long was I not talking?”

He half-expects Jon to give him one of his infuriating, cop-out answers, but instead, with barely a pause, he gets: “Thirty-one hours, seventeen minutes, and twenty-six seconds.”

Martin stops walking so he can properly rail on Jon, though the effect is rather spoiled by the fact that they’re still holding hands. “So much for Mr. Cryptic!” he says accusingly. “Mr. ‘What Counts As A Day? What An Excellent Question’. You know exactly how much time is passing.”

He doesn’t really mean for it to sting, but he’s tired and apparently has been dissociating for more than a day, so his joking tone ends up far sharper than he intends. Wincing, Jon pulls his hand back from Martin’s, and rubs it absently.

“No,” he explains, “I know how long I take to breathe in and out. Since the terrain is flat here, the rate was steady. I can’t do it all the time, it takes conscious effort. I only started counting because you seemed upset with me, and I didn’t know how long to give you — ha — space.”

“Why would I be upset with you?”

Jon scuffs his shoe against the ground. A muscle jumps in his jaw. “Because I didn’t kill Simon Fairchild, but I did kill all those other avatars. I didn’t smite them out of... righteousness, I did it for petty revenge.”

Gods or whichever-dread-power-it-may-concern help him, his boyfriend cannot process his own emotions. “Jon,” Martin says patiently, “I’m not upset with you.” He pauses, making his voice even gentler. “You’re upset with yourself.”

Jon looks up, his mouth falling open slightly. “Oh,” he says, echoing Martin earlier.

It occurs to Martin how weird it is that they seem to know each other better than they know themselves. There might be a lot of tension between them due to various end-of-the-world reasons, but that still holds true.

“You were upset about Simon, though,” Jon muses. “And I don’t think it was because of the rollercoaster thing. Not really.”

Martin sighs. Now it’s his turn to stare at his feet and scuff his shoe. “Yes,” he admits. “I’ve been quiet because I’ve been thinking.”

A beat. “Are you willing to tell me what about?” Jon asks softly. Martin silently appreciates his effort to avoid asking a direct question and compelling an answer out of him.

“Peter Lukas asked Simon to explain the Extinction to me. He didn’t do anything, sure, but — but that’s just it. He was okay with Armageddon happening. He said it didn’t matter, cosmically, whether people ever lived, or whether they suffered before they died. He said it was about the big picture.” He takes a deep breath. “When we left those kids in the Dark...”

He trails off, biting his lip, but Jon comes in, fierce and certain. “No, Martin. It’s not the same thing.”

“Isn’t it?” Martin offers him a crooked smile.

Jon is already shaking his head. “You don’t believe that. I listened to your tapes, every one of them. I remember what you said to Fairchild. You told him you thought our experience of the universe has value, even if it doesn’t last. Even if it’s only a, a blip in the universe.”

He takes a step closer, cupping his hand over the back of Martin’s neck. “Don’t you still believe that?”

Martin’s breath catches in his throat.

“I have to,” he whispers, in a vast, near-featureless plain. Under a sky that feels like it looks at him and sees absolutely nothing of significance there. “I have to believe that what we do matters.”

Jon presses their foreheads together. “Then it does.”

Their voices are almost lost in the great expanse. But only almost.

[also available on AO3 here]

[my TMA fic on AO3]

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G/t Drabble (Crash landed on a hostile planet trope but NOT via the a tiny vulnerable human in a planet of mean powerful alien bigs route)

tw: a bit of censored cursing. Uh. I’m not sure what else. Maybe broaching of sensitive tops such as sexuality and religion. But not really. Mostly it’s just rlly dumb word play/lame humor and a confused alien being confused (and kinda freaked/troubled due to the confusion? you’ll see if you read it i guess). there is some sad lorg boi times. idk. no romantic relationships. just a shaky friendship is forming between a crash-landed big-arse alien (a human! *gasp* i woulda never guessed something as vile as that o: ) and one of the much smaller, very much not human locals. most want to kill the poor dude who got stuck on this planet of hostile lil guys who think he’s a monster and immediately decide they much off him asap. so like having this one ally is kinda important to him. But it’s hard. because. lots reasons rlly. culture differences. the language tech can only do so much. the size diff creates definite issues because trust is hard in general. and trusting a big being that could easily cause havoc on your planet mostly just cuz he /seems/ nice is not a very good foundation... there is much to learn between the two before they can be truly good frens. so uh good luck to them lol *raises glass* I mean. I don’t think I’ll ever write these two again. but I’m sure they’ll end up good friends. probably.

Anyway without further adieu, here have a disappointment (read: attempt to be creative but i’m kinda lazy tbh and still kinda bitter I can’t draw for more than like 10 minutes before I start spacing out :/ )

"We are called humans or the scientific name is homo sapiens" spoke the large alien, Lyle.

"Homo sapiens? That is rather long, is it not? Why is a "scientific name" even a thing? Why would that be necessary? Scientific name versus what kinda name? Emotional name? Why are these science names two words? Seems annoying. What is wrong with just calling yourselves simply homos? Or something else just as nice and concise. Straight to the point if you will. Probably. I... Uh.. I obviously don't know what exactly is the purpose of a scientific name as i already implied... Sooo..." The much shorter – and much scalier- native being (called Torrynts) awkwardly looked off the side to stare at the plain, blank, siding of their dilapidated, isolated house as if it were the most interesting thing in the entire vicinity. Which it wasn’t of course. There was a f***ing alien 15 times their size only a few them-sized lengths way…

Lyle gave his new comrade – and only friend on this gawdforsaken planet that mostly wants him dead- th pondering, and possibly ironically, rather colourfully scaled Torrynt by the name of Kyvlar a bemused look, bordering on coy.

"Huh. 'Straight' to the point you say?" He paused with a small snort. "Well, my not-so-statuesque friend, do I got news for you~"

Kyvlar suddenly blanched, giving a Lyle a look that was like a knife to the heart while blurting out. "Wait, wait, wait! Hold up! We? There are more than one of you? Here? On this planet? Were you just a distraction the whole time. Oh... Oh no.... Have we really been victim a secret homo invasion this whole time! I-"

Their panicked monologue was interrupted by a most horrendous noise. Like a slowly dying tornado with the hiccups or something.

"STOP. Stop I-I can't. I can't. This is too much much!" Spoke Lyle with his hand covering the bottom half of his and his eyes scrunched shut.

'Welp,' thought the Torrynt, 'This is the end. This is when I die. I should have known better than to immediately put my trust in such an enormous obviously dangerous specimen. Ho-'

Kyvlar’s dramatic internal speech was interrupted when the alien surprised them by uncovering the his face, revealing a huge grin. ‘They weren't upset? Huh?’ The Torrynt blinked owlishly at the human in confusion.

"Sh*t, bite-size (Kyvlar noticeably paled at the impromptu nickname not 100% the foreign joking tone, well it would have been noticeable to someone their size at least), I know you don't mean to, context-wise, but you reminded me of my great aunt Karen when my Uncle Todd and Uncle Copper decide to have their friends over along with relatives for a gatherin'."

Plastering on a faux distraught look and blatantly mocking tone, he continue with exaggerated hand gestures. "Oh no, it's the...the...," he paused with snort, "... the homo invasion... No, no, no... Not here... not in this... this good, Christian neighborhood. Aren't just two of them enough? Oh woe is me!" The alien dropped the mocking tone and smirked towards the smaller being. "Heh. Good ol' great aunt Karen could never remember Uncle Todd was Jewish and so was the majority of that neighborhood.... It’s where my Uncle Todd was raised actually…"

The said smaller being just stared blankly at the homo-no-human they supposed as just “homo” meant something else, they weren’t sure what else, beyond just something else.

"Uhhm. Wh-what? U-Uhm, so what exactly is “homo” then? And what’s Christian? And Jewish too. What’s that? Are... Are those other types of -uh- intelligent, sentient creatures on your planet? Y-you know, b-beside hom-er-h-humans? Or are these subtypes of humans? What kinda are you? What is a great aunt? or Uncle? Does the great indicate a larger size? Oh gawd, a-aren't you humans b-big enough regularly? Oh... W-wait. O-or are you a great- uhm- great aunt, was it? E-er, g-great something? Ohhh. Zyntall (Torrynt swear). I'm sooo confused r-right now... " The timid tiny being, sighed in frustration before their eyes snapped open wide in a panic, and they did an immediate one-eighty with their behavior, and it was off all their previously trust, as wavering as it was, vanished in an instant, squeaking out a quick "sorry. oh, Z-zyntall... I'm so-so-sooo sorry. I-I hope I d-didn't offend y-you or anyth-thing... p-please, oh please, don't hurt me" while gazing everywhere except towards the much larger alien, hoping desperately the 'bite-size' nickname was just a bad joke...

Clearly they not only didn't get what so hilarious about the whole thing but also thought he was a monster prone to violence – still. Lyle sighed, all the mirth that was previously in his expression draining out of him leaving him with an uncomfortable grimace on their face. How disappointing... They really wish there was another human here to share in the jesting. But alas, that was not meant to be. At least as far as they knew there was no "homo invasion" in the making. Lyle wasn’t naïve. He knew humans were easy to slip into a gray moral state, at best. The role of villains at worst. And many of his kind would likely take advantage of a planet full of tiny, vulnerable people. Lyle couldn’t help but inwardly cringe at the thought, getting nervous about something that wasn’t an issue. At least now. Currently, human-wise, it was just him on this distant planet. And as far as he knew, no one - well, no other human at least- had any clue where they were. It probably just seemed he simply disappeared. Never to be seen again most likely. Trapped on this random alien planet in scenario that is akin to some sort of a personal hell of sorts.

'Wow. Hello, major depressive episode that’s making me overly dramatic. I haven't seen you since I was - what - eighteen?' thought Lyle regretfully. Calling this planet a personal hell was probably a bit over the top. But still, he couldn’t even seem to keep the trust of his single native ally. It only adds to his feelings of lonely isolation. And he feared his lonely angst will only get worse and worse. But only time will tell.

Giving a small sigh, he mentally prepped himself to try and get back his small friend’s trust. At least he was able to laugh for a wee bit earlier. It had been so long since he had done such. It was nice. Hopefully next time it will not lead to a backtracking in his attempted friendly ships with an open local, or even worse, a hostile local. The little laser guns that native being had stung like a b*tch. It reminded him when he got bit a couple times by some fire ants during a vacation as a child.

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So yeah these were rando improvised characters made on the spot.

But Lyle is a guy (he/him. He’d be chill with they/them too)

And Kyvlar is… a Torrynt. So like they/them I guess. Torrynts don’t have genders. Like at all. I guess they hermaphroditic (intersex if talking by human terms but not really as they are capable of reproduction and they aren’t human so… I dunno… Not even sure if hermaphrodite is a useful term. As idk if hermaphroditic animals, in nature, are capable of reproduction… I don’t think so? But I’m not sure tbh…). There is no variants like there are with human “sex”. And male/female concepts are 200+% foreign to these wee reptile-like aliens (albeit warm-blooded minded, so perhaps more draconian than reptilian idk. Also aliens being described as reptilian gives me hives due to a conspiracy theory that is like super bigoted actually n’ stuff. Very yikes. Don’t want to talk it about it rlly…). Their reaction would def be “wtf. That’s the weirdest sh*t ever” to such a thought as male n female binary dynamics & whatnot. No exceptions. They’d be like why a lot of you guys limiting yourself because of whether or not you are a potential offspring vessel or not. I don’t understand.

So Yeah. Uh. Anyways.

Their conversation about this prolly (or close to this):

Lyle: Hi. I’m Lyle. Just some random dude form Earth I guess.

Kyvlar: a random dude what?

Lyle: uh. I’m a dude. I guess I meant that I’m a boy though dudes don’t really have to be boys I think. But not to derail too much… Yeah. I’m a man/guy/boy/brosef, whatever you wanna call the male gender. Please not by brosef actually, heh. Anyway. Yep. A boy. That is what I am. Uh. How about you. I can just tell… you ….you have uhm two legs. Oh damn. Wait. That sounded so stupid. I wouldn’t assume your gender or anything. I just… You don’t look exactly human so..uh. UGH. Nevermind. I don’t even know where I was going with that... Heh. ANYWAY, so yeah what’s your gender is what I’m trying to say. Sorry I’m awkward as f***. I’m not used to socializing much. Been doing deep space sh** on my own for a few years now and.. uh.. yeahhhh….

Kyvlar: *stares blankly*

Lyle: Uh. Yeah. So. A Gender? Do you, uhm, have one? Or…????

Kyvlar: Uh. I think so? I mean I’m mostly a day-by-day I’ll figure it out then type but I, I really want be able to fix my home up. I want to learn to cook. Kinda suck at it now. Uhm. I guess… Uh. I should probably help you get on good terms with my people so they stop trying to kill you. You seem nice n’ stuff… so yeah. There’s that. I could use a little more purpose in my life. Not to-

Lyle: wait. Huh? What are you talking about? Are you talking about an agenda?

Kyvlar: Yes????

Lyle: *snorts* I didn’t say an agenda. I said a gender. As in A. Gen. Durr. Like are male or female or maybe something off the typical binary track??

Kyvlar: Uh. Er. Huh??? I, I’m so confused right now…

Lyle: Hooo boy. I’m so not prepared for this discussion at all.

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One of these days I’m gonna have a character that’s silver-tongue and smooth af and not some bumbling awkward doofus (*cough* like I am *cough*).

#g/t #g/t writing #i think this is sfw #i don't know why it wouldn't be #giant/tiny #giant dude #but he's really a human #it's like the crash landed on a hostile planet g/t trope #but the crash landed is a human #and he is the BIG #and the tinies are a bunch of hostile aliens #except for one #and they aren't really tiny #they are technically normal I think #i mean it is their turf yknow?#the tiny alien in this drabble is non-binary I guess #or maybe agender would be a better term?#the tiny aliens have no gender #or rather they have one gender #so it basically is means little to them identity to wise #like how humans are humans and thus that doesn't honestly say much about them.#except gender means even less to these aliens than that #not in a offensive way #in a they have no knowledge of gendered creatures so the concept of gender is very new to them #actually it's a non-issue to most of them because they don't give a shit about Lyle at all #oh your a guy #we don't care just die already #poor dude #he just wants a friend #but's awkward

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