hii, can you please write about a whumpee that can’t sleep alone without caretaker, but the caretaker has an urgent business trip thus leaving whumpee alone at night?
Whumpee turned over again, eyes blank, staring at Caretaker's empty side of the bed. A soft sigh, almost a huff, brushed past their lips.
They'd meant it, when they'd said they'd be fine.
Or at least, they thought it would be fine. Just two days. They could certainly manage that, they had assured Caretaker. And they did. Everything went absolutely fine - not great, just fine like they'd said. Until night fell.
They never fully realised it, but just having Caretaker next to them made them feel safe. Even when he was completely conked out, snoring, far from this world. Just watching him, breathing softly, it was comforting. Knowing they weren't alone, knowing they weren't waking up in that cell--
They let their arm fall down, stretched out over the flat duvet.
Yesterday they didn't sleep at all. Just tossed and turned, hoping sleep would finally come. You can't sleep with enemies nearby. There weren't any nearby. Or so Whumpee hoped. But unfortunately, they carried their enemy with them. All the time.
The mocking voice in their head wasn't the only thing keeping them awake, but it certainly made things most difficult.
"I bet Caretaker is having a blast, finally having a day to himself."
Whumpee punched their pillow in frustration and almost threw themself on it, pulling up the blankets. Caretaker wasn't like that.
"I don't know. Maybe he grew tired of you. Scared little mouse to comfort at every little bit."
Deep breaths. Don't think. Don't engage those thoughts-- Okay, yeah, they were a scared little mouse. Even now, willfully ignoring every little sound in the house that made them want to snap up and scour every room every time something creaked. But they didn't. They had to prove that they could do this. That they didn't need Caretaker for everything.
Maybe that's why they had been so adamant in getting Caretaker to accept this business trip. Maybe they just wanted to show him - and themself - that they could do this. Could perfectly stay alone for a weekend and be absolutely fine.
"Are you sure it's a business trip?" the voice crooned and Whumpee's eyes snapped open. "Would make total sense if he just desperately needed a break from you."
No, that--. No, they'd seen the pictures he sent yesterday evening. Large podium. Nice snacks. Meeting room with some Zzz emoji's from Caretaker. It was a business trip. It definitely was!
"He probably volunteered, then. Needing some time away. Awful, really. He knows you can't be alone yet he still went."
"That's not true," Whumpee said out loud. Great, now they actually were arguing with just the darkness in their room. They knew that wasn't true. And they knew that horrible voice only echoed their own horrible thoughts pushed back to the back of their mind. The only one awful here was themself.
"It's okay, darling. You're just uncomfortable. You know why? Because you're doing something that would get you punished. That's why you're all jitters..."
"I'm not--"
"Your shirt. You know I don't like it when you cover your scars."
A chill went through them. The cotton of their oversized shirt snagged around them from all the twisting and turning, uncomfortably pulling at them. That's not it. That's not the reason why they couldn't sleep. No one could punish them anym--
"Take it off."
This is ridiculous, they huffed to themself. They flipped to their side, forced their eyes shut. But the brewing anxiety in their stomach only turned more heavy. And the shirt tangled around them started to feel constricting.
With a snap they sat up. Ripped their shirt over their head. And threw it across the room.
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I'm not going to say this is clever because I don't think it was on purpose but
Okay okay so, we know that popular/sci-fi depictions of hive organisms get queens wrong, right? The queen is the ovary of the hive, not the brain?
But! Actually, the Borg Queen specifically does fit.
The Borg don't reproduce biologically. They reproduce by assimilation.
The Borg Queen's focus on war strategy — even the mind games with individuals — is just as much about reproduction as an ant queen laying eggs.
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I love Elle and Tao, they're literally so amazing and they will be this incredibly artsy straight couple who dress extravagantly (and amazing obviously) and have all these niche artsy interests and hold soirées or sth and their apartment would look so cool and so artsy and weird, and at the same time they are also silly and dramatic, and obviously warm and kind and excited for life and always cherishing their friends. Like i see in my mind how they might be in the future and i love them so much.
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friday snippet
I was tagged by @spindrifters on Monday....and then the covid booster kicked my ass....fortunately laying flat on my back for 48 hours gave me time to cook up another unhinged WIP, so.
“Let’s dance.”
Remus stared at him. “What?”
“You. Me. Dancing. We used to be quite good at it.”
Remus’s lips quirked. “I don’t think that kind of dancing is exactly wedding appropriate.”
“I can do an excellent waltz. Come on, Moony, it’d be a shame to let all those Pureblood etiquette lessons go to waste.” Sirius waggled his fingers. “Dance with me.”
“Sirius, we’re not--”
“So we’re on a break. Doesn’t mean we can’t dance.”
Open tag! Except for @soloorganaas b/c I want a Good Omens snippet from you.
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