#a creature turning to his creator and asking WHY

[oh-jail-for-mother]

when the creature in Frankenstein said, "Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?" and when The Last Days of Judas Iscariot said, "Why didn't you make me good enough so that you could've loved me?" ANYWAY IN THIS ESSAY I WILL—

[cimoris]

- ⚜︎ Our Youngest ⚜︎ -

A Cookie Run Kingdom Reader Insert Fanfiction

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Relationship: Child!Reader & Parent!Shadow Milk Cookie, Sibling!Reader & Sibling!Black Sapphire Cookie, Sibling!Candy Apple Cookie & Sibling!Reader

Summary: Shadow Milk Cookie's latest masterpiece, a child.

Series/AU: Chasing Home

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“Tadaa!!!” The Fount of Knowledge, with a puffed-up chest, waved his staff at the object. “Behold, yet another one of my masterpieces!”

Y/n blinked as she stared at the floating object on her father’s desk. An apple, larger than the usual one they ate, swayed within a bubble of magic. It glistened underneath the natural skylight with fresh syrup dribbling on its edges. In the middle of the fruit was a blue closed eye.

“And… what exactly is this?” Black Sapphire Cookie asked with a tilted head. He leaned his weight against his staff, staring incredulously at his father’s so-called masterpiece. Y/n turned her attention to her brother, waiting for their father to answer.

“Ah! A terrific question! Thank you for your eager participation, dear child of mine!” Shadow Milk Cookie twisted his way from the front of the desk to behind it, hovering his hand lovingly over the giant fruit. “This, my dear audience, is a cookie!”

Y/n and Black Sapphire Cookie blinked and glanced at each other before facing their father with an equal amount of ridicule in their eyes–their father had been lacking sleep for the last few weeks, and it seemed to have finally messed up his brain.

“Of course, grandpa. Now, let’s get you some rest–”

“Shush!” Shadow Milk Cookie huffed and crossed his arms, floating over to the siblings with a pout. “I see your distrust. And I understand that as a fellow scholar. But, would it hurt you to trust your old man just a little more?”

Y/n smiled sweetly and avoided her father’s gaze. Black Sapphire Cookie stared back with a grimace. 

With a gasp and a dramatic flair, Shadow Milk twisted in the air of his study and landed behind the desk. “I cannot believe I had raised such unfilial children! The pain, the hurt! My heart as a parent is broken!”

Y/n watched the familiar ordeal with half-lidded eyes. If she were a little less behaved, she would have rolled her eyes just as Black Sapphire Cookie did. Black Sapphire Cookie sighed and rubbed his temple. 

“Can you please just tell us what it is exactly?”

The Fount grinned–sharp-toothed and warm–before hovering over the apple again. Blue hands gently reached toward the apple. The magic that protects the apple bends and makes way for its creator, allowing him to touch its surface. 

“As I said before, this is a cookie. They are still developing within this capsule… it will take another 9 to 12 months before they’re ready.” Shadow Milk Cookie’s eyes softened as he continued his affectionate touches. “They will be a glorious little creature, beautiful and shiny like this apple. Another member of the family.”

Y/n tilted her head. “Another member?”

Shadow Milk snapped his head to the other siblings, grinning. “Yes! A new little sibling! I noticed that the two of you are getting a little lonely. So, why not spice up our life with a cute little one?”

Y/n placed a hand under her chin, eyes wandering to the ceiling while her mind pondered the possibility of a new little sibling. Well, a younger sibling will be nice. They would be a fine replacement for Black Sapphire Cookie’s prank victim. Or even better, the new little sibling can be her partner in crime. 

If they are going to be a little brother, then maybe Y/n can introduce him to some of her favourite bugs. It would be nice to have somebody else than her father to share her interest with. Oh, the many beautiful things she can introduce them to–praying mantis, centipedes, arachnids, and many more.

If they are going to be a little sister, then no doubt that Y/n will spoil them rotten. Share her favourite sweets, her favourite clothes, and accessories… It will be nice to have another girl in the family. As much as she loves her father and her brother, they would never truly relate to her like a sister would. 

“A quick question, Shadow Milk.” Black Sapphire took a deep breath. He tucked his staff under his armpit before clapping his hands and pointing it at his father. “Why did you not make a newly baked cookie using… a natural way? Like the way the witches intended us to do?”

Shadow Milk Cookie rolled his eyes, waving his hands in a circular motion, “Pfft, and complicate things with romance and mortals? No, thank you!” Shadow Milk floated behind the two younger cookies and cradled them from behind, huddling them like a bird around their unborn sibling. “All I need is right here.”

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The apple jostled in her grasp, cradled within loving hands as Y/n rushed through the Spire. From a distance, she could hear the shouts of angered cookies rushing to climb up the Spire. Their pitchforks clanged against marbled flooring, and their torch burned through silk tapestries. Nothing in this Spire will remain standing once those greedy, foolish, idiotic, and blind cookies are satisfied. 

Nothing should be standing, but it will remain untouched. And in that object, Y/n bet all her cards on.

Y/n wiped her tears and smeared syrup all over her face, continuing her hurried steps toward her father’s study. Yes, she knew her father had told her to run with her little sister–oh, her sweet little sister that would never know how much Y/n and Shadow Milk Cookie loved her. But,..

There are too many of them. 

Too many angered cookies, too many pitchforks, and too many torches. 

All aimed at her. 

And the big red apple will only be a great target on her back. 

“At the very least, your brother will love you enough for both of us.” Y/n slammed her whole body through the wooden door, opening it just enough for her to slip in. “I know,” Y/n gasped, “I know he will. That’s just how your brother is.”

High on adrenaline, Y/n walked swiftly to her father’s desk, tearing the desk’s cabinet open. Her tired eyes lit up as she saw the familiar dark gem. One that shimmers within its confines with the overflowing magic only she, her brother, and her father could sense–the magic that belongs to the fallen Virtue of Knowledge. Y/n smiled and cradled the apple in her grasp tightly. 

“Dear sister, I might never have the chance to see you again, but I hope you know this.” Y/n kissed the top of the capsule, tasting the sweet syrup on its surface. “I love you. Your father loves you. Always and forever.” 

The young cookie crawled and touched the dark blue gem, summoning a small crystal-like dome that fits the capsule. Y/n gently placed the apple inside the dome and tried to ignore the impending doom of the crumbling spire. 

Her touch lingered on the apple, “Stay safe. May fate bring us together.” Y/n let go and watched as the dome sealed her sister in its protective embrace. “If … fate ever favour us again.”

With that final whisper, Y/n closed the cabinet and left the study. 

And she ran, and ran, and ran, leaving the apple of her eye behind. 

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Black Sapphire Cookie slammed through the door, coughing from the ashes that lingered in the air. His purple eyes scanned the empty room, swiftly glancing from left to right, up and down, then back to left and right. With increasing desperation, the cookie grasped his staff tightly, then left the empty room. 

His stepped echoed through the empty hallways, covered in soot and lingering resentment of the mob. Remains of tapestries littered on the ground along with the memories woven into them–and the sight made him wish to drop down and cry, despite him never shedding any tears over the last decades and a half of his life. But he could not cry, not just yet.

Not until Black Sapphire Cookie searched through this Spire. Searched through the crumbling buildings' nooks and secret places. 

Not until he truly confirmed that his sisters were not in the building. His father was imprisoned within silver roots already.

Gritting his teeth, Black Sapphire aimed his staff at the final door and blasted the burned-down wood with a great show of firepower. He huffed and walked into the room, one that used to be his father’s study. 

Again, it was void of life. 

Black Sapphire Cookie stood in the middle of the room, breathing heavily as he took in the smell of burnt wood and papers. Black mist seeped through his footings, spreading over the small study. In that moment of numbness, Black Sapphire Cookie closed his eyes. 

He could see the figure of his father sitting in his study, with a cup of warm Butterfly Pea Tea on his side. Its subtle floral scent brought a smile to Black Sapphire’s face as he walked in through the door, Y/n following close behind. His father, eyes warm and full of glee at their presence, grinned and abandoned his paperwork to attend to his dear children. 

And they would chat in the sunlit study, talking about everything from the stupid things to the greatest things. 

A family of scholars. Of geniuses. 

Their family.

Black Sapphire Cookie opened his eyes to dark rooms and ashes. 

He gritted his teeth, raised his staff, and slammed it onto his spreading pool of magic, summoning a mighty force of hurricanes. Bookshelves, desks, papers, and curtains–all ripped and shredded away. And when Black Sapphire Cookie’s mind cleared of the storm of emotions, the room no longer resembled the study he remembered.

“Aha..hah…,” Black Sapphire Cookie crumbled to his knees, still clutching his staff tightly onto the burnt marbles. “Haha… hah…” He laughed in tears, visions blurring from the anguish that leaked from his eyes. 

“Cursed the witches…” Black Sapphire clutched on the staff tightlly, not noticing how it begans to change following the shapes of his corrupting heart. “curse their desires…their powers… swines, hoes, whores, bitches, curse them ALL!”

And as he was about to continue cursing Earthbread and their witches, a flicker of light caught the corner of his eyes. He blinked away his tears, wiping them, before glancing at the shine again. 

Within the rubble of destruction, a small light flickered through cracks. Pulsing like heartbeats of a living being. It took a moment longer before Black Sapphire Cookie sensed the faint magic that the light emitted. 

Familiar magic. 

Like one of his father’s.

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Staff abandoned in the middle of the room, Black Sapphire rushed to the flickering light. Crawling on scratched knees and cut hands, he reached the mounds of jagged marbles. Ignoring his wounded hands, Black Sapphire Cookie began moving aside rubble and splintered wood. And when he finally saw the object, he laughed. 

“Y/n… you…swine.” He grinned with tears dribbling from his eyes as he reached to cradle the apple within the flickering dome. “You smart swine… why would you do this…” 

The apple looked exactly as it was the last time he saw it. Unschated and pristine. The one thing that remains clear on the remains of their home. The only thing that was untouched by the greed of those foolish cookies. 

“Ah, dear little sister… I am so sorry you have to see your older brother like that…” Black Sapphire Cookie brought the apple closer to his chest, kissing it and tasting its sweet syrup. “You must’ve been so scared… Our youngest sister… It’s alright now…”

Black Sapphire Cookie curled around the apple. The only bright thing in this gloomy world. 

“I’m here. Big brother is here.”

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A/n: And here is another instance of the series! Hope you all enjoy it!

And yeah, Shadow Milk Cookie makes his children using magic and science, like creating a homunculus. So no, no canon lovers. At least not for now~

[nikolliver]

DCA Geppetto AU Master-post

[I hope]

Tags:

#Geppetto AU

#Geppetto AU ask

Main info:

This AU is just a silly idea of following the daycare attendant's past and creator mostly referenced on Pinocchio.

José Geppetto, an old man with a complicated past with Fazbear CO., returns to that horror show just to revive a buried dream of putting his own animatronic under the spotlight of a stage. On the other hand, Geppetto finds himself questioning the advanced technology turning his creation way too "alive".

And a little creature of a child named Karma! They love climbing anyone and always guided by curiosity, learning about people like a whole different bug they've never seen before. No matter how human-ish or less they are!

The story will mostly be guided by their perspective.

Also the reason why you follow my profile in the first place: YOUR SILLY HALF-FACED ANIMATRONIC SPACE THEMED ACTOR!!!

At the moment known as "Drop Actors", an animatronic with dual roles and A.I. learning about a whole new reality awaiting for them far beyond the stage they were made for. Behind the curtains, there was no script to guide them on what to do around people outside their theater home. "Fuck around and find out" like people say, they will have to deal with the consequences of their own thoughts by themselves anyway!

my ask box is open if you are curious-

[is this how you make a master post-]

[evilmenshoe80]

ADAM & MIKA

The meeting  

(WARNING: this is a guitarhero endgame fic with past adamsapple, don't like don't read, pretend I don't exist and that's it, thanks! ❤️)

It was a beautiful morning in the garden of eden. The birds were happily singing announcing a new morning, the breeze of the wind gently rocked the trees, generating a pleasant melody that filled the entire place, the warm rays of the sun filtered through the trees creating a beautiful yellow and orange collage in the skin of the first man, Adam.  

He slowly opened his eyes, taking a moment to fully awaken, before rising with a yawn. It had been a decent night, no nightmares after what he had feel like an eternity of waking up crying in the middle of the night, maybe his father took pity of him an removed his capacity to dream, that would be the best, something he would gladly accept, why dream? When the two beings that he loved the most abandoned him without a doubt.  

Lucifer, his best friend, his guardian angel, the one that guided him on his first years of existence, the only one that didn’t kneel when god presented him because in his own words “they were equals”, the angel that had made beautiful promises of a bright future for both of them.......the angel he hated and loved.  

And Lilith, his wife, the first woman, the other half that he didn’t knew he needed, the other fundamental piece of God's plan so that both could give birth to humanity, his equal as a human....his first love and the person he though it would be by his side forever. 

 

He remembered the day he saw the two for the first time. 

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The earliest memory he has of his existence was waking up in a room full of light, with creatures similar to him, but not exactly like him, their shape was similar to his, but most of this beings were taller, easily covering him with their body, they had wings, their body was covered by a strange material, some had two eyes, others only one eye and some had many more than two and as a weird extra, they all had a weird looking golden shape above their heads, gently floating and following them everywhere they moved.  

But despite the strange look of these beings he didn’t feel scared or threatened in any way, he actually feel at peace, at ease, like he belonged there despite so many eyes looking at him, As he moved his gaze around, inspecting his surroundings, it landed on the figure next to him. A figure that left him speechless, this one has more similarities with him, but like with the other creatures it had some differences, the middle of her body was smaller, her hair was longer and with a lighter colour, similar to the light that shined in the place, her skin a different tone just like her eyes, which also were sharper than his, but with a similar light, she was beautiful, the woman looked at him with the same curiosity.  

Before he could try to form a word, an imponent yet gentle voice filled the room, silencing the whispers of the other creatures and making both humans turn around to face the origin of it. Their father, the creator of everything, god. Their voice was strong, with clear autorithy but at the same time, it was the most calming and beautiful sound adam remembers to ever hear, no singing of any other being or instrument could compare to the beauty that it was the melodic voice of the supreme being.  

“Adam, Lilith, my perfect creations” said the being of light “I welcome you to the world” 

“w-who are you?” said the first man, in a trembling voice that was more for lack of experience that for being afraid 

“i’m your creator, you can call me father”  

After some time of pure silence and of the first humans looking at each other, both with the same confused expression, lilith asked in a curious tone.  

“why...did you create us?”  

“I created you so you can start a new world togueter, new life, a new race, the human race, that’s your purpose”   

“purpose? What's that?” asked the first men  

“It’s what gives a reason to exist to every being that I create, and yours, it’s to create new life”  

“why?” asked both humans at the same time  

To this question, god stayed silent for a whole minute, which make the angels feel nervous and start whispering again, not because god didn’t knew the answer, they knew, but their father not wanting to answer right away had a meaning none of the humans could handle, at least not yet, so, god only answered: 

“because the universe cannot exist without it” said the creator, making the angels shut their bickering again.  

Both humans stayed silent and before either of them could ask another “why?” the father of everything pointed their stare at one of the angels in the room. A short figure with white skin, his cheeks adorned with blue dots that matched with his crystal blue eyes, golden hair that was decorated with a big blue hat with a golden ribbon, and a blue tunic that moved gently with the fluttering of his golden wings.  

“Lucifer”  

At the mention of his name, the angel spread his wings and approached the center of the room where God and the humans were standing.  

“Yes, father” the angel made a reverence  

God pointed their gaze at lilith and adam again “the name of this angel is Lucifer”  

Lucifer made a reverence to both humans 

“what’s an angel?” asked lilith  

“another of my creations, his purpose is to teach and protect you, guide you through the paths of life” he pointed his stare at every angel in the room “that’s the purpose of all of them”  

At this, all the angels started to kneel, understanding the weight of their creator words. Yes, all of them, except one. The angel that was at their side, lucifer. All the room was in a dense silence, the angels looking at each other and some at lucifer without daring to say anything. The humans stared at each other, like trying to get some answers, though both of them where in the same situation, neither knew why suddendly the atmosphere had become more than tense, suffocating.  

God seemed to be staring at lucifer, with an expression no one in the room could really read, everyone were expecting, waiting for god’s next words, their next reaction.  

“Lucifer” said the lord with a calm but firm tone 

“yes, father?” answered lucifer with a smile  

“Guide adam and lilith to eden” he looked at the humans “your duty is to name all the animals and plants in the garden, let your curiosity lead you to create new things” then he looked at the other archangels, lucifer’s siblings “accompany them, any question that adam and lilith have, you shall answer them”  

“yes, father” answered the archangels at the same time  

“I will visit you once you have properly settled”  

And like that, in the blink of an eye god dissapeared. After some seconds the other angels began to get up and stretch. Their whispering started again.   

“I hope everything goes well” 

“they look so fragile”  

“do you think they can make it?” 

“I can’t believe Lucifer didn’t kneel”  

“I know, his new position is getting over his head”    

Both adam and lilith looked at each other again, restless, hesitating to approach each other wanting to search some comfort at being the only “humans” in the whole place, life? Race? Purpose? What did all that really mean?. These creatures seemed to be have a higher understanding of things, why did they needed them?  

“adam, lilith”  

Both humans turned towards the soft but playful voice 

“I’m so happy you are finally here, we all have been waiting to finally meet you!” said lucifer with a smile “I’m sure that both of you have a lot of questions, but don’t worry” he pointed his hands towards his siblings “we’ll help you understand”  

One of the angels behind lucifer reached his hand towards him, patting his shoulder.  

“yes, michael?” said lucifer with a bright smile towards his brother  

“can we talk for a moment?” asked his twin with a conflicted expression 

“right now? But we have work to do! Lilith and Adam need-” 

“I can’t believe you didn’t show respect towards father’s creations” said gabriel “you know how much father loves them, how much effort he put in making them!���  

“geez, calm down gabe, I made a reverence and that was enough for father, he didn’t got angry or complained about my behaviour”  

“wow, a reverence, how respectful” said uriel with his arms crossed and an unamused expression 

Lucifer’s smile twitched at his brother sarcasm but before he could answer, michael interfered  

“Luci, I know you don’t mean bad or try to be disrespectful, but, try to follow the protocole next time, As high of your position is now and as much patiente father has, we have to remember our place and duties, ok?” said michael, with a sincere smile, full of brotherly love towards his twin  

At this lucifer stayed silent for a moment, like analizing his brother’s words “ok mike” then, his crystal blue eyes landed on the humans, who were standing very close to each other, and looking at the tense scene in front of them “I promise to behave” said the angel with a smile that made adam’s spine shiver. 

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Adam blinked rapidly and shaked his head, finally standing and making his way towards the lake to wash up, breaking free from that memory that hunted his mind constantly, he tried and tried to not think about it, it hurted, everytime that he remembered lilith’s curious stare, how she smiled at him, the way she holded his hand when they were walking towards the garden for the first time, how the feel of her soft skin made him shiver and feel heat on his cheeks, it hurted, remembering lucifer’s soft touch on his shoulder, his friendly chatting and mischievous smile that filled his heart with something he couldn’t understand at the moment, it hurted, it hurted, it hurted, IT HURTS, STOP! 

His mind was begging, PLEADING for rest, so many things happened before the angel and the woman decided to leave him behind, but it didn’t matter if they were good or bad memories, they all made him feel bad, feel things he couldn’t name or understand at all, and that only served to increase his anger.  

Adam arrived at his favorite spot in the lake, he let out a little sigh of relief at the feeling of the cool water on his feet, he looked at his reflection for a moment  

“Eve” adam said in a sad tone, as if someone just asked him about who he was thinking about 

The second woman, his second wife, his third love but not less special, his other half, the person that was created from his rib to fill the void in his heart, while the extraction didn’t hurt, her creation left a scar on his body that burned once he woke up from his sleep, a burn that he could still feel once in a while, he noticed that it was stronger when he missed her, which was constantly.  

Her eyes were the first thing he saw, they were the same as his, golden, with long reddish brown hair, her skin a little lighter than his but with the same golden freckels and shine, she was a little shorter but not too much, and her smile, that sweet and kind smile that he loved so much, that made him forget about the mess in his head, the feeling of solitude 

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you Eve” adam practically whimpered, feeling the hot tears running down his cheeks at the memory of eve being kicked out of eden, of her squirming and crying, trying to reach him, begging mercy from the angels, he had never see the angelic beings like that, it was the first time he felt an odd feeling towards them 

He had tried to reach her, but he was stopped, they couldn’t risk to lose him too, he tried to beg to sera, to the archangels, to every angel that was present at the moment but the decision was made, eve would be kicked out of eden for disobeying the only rule in the garden and try to tempt him to sin too, “luckily” for him the angels arrived before he could take a bite of the forbidden fruit, saving him from an unfortunate destiny. 

But the worst about all of it, as if the whole situation wasn’t terrible enough, is that she wasn’t alone in this, someone had tempted her, tricked her into disobeying god and ignoring her husband advice, the two beings that he had loved the most.... 

Adam couldn’t contain himself anymore and started crying, letting out whines of pain, letting out all the tears he didn’t though he had anymore, he already cried so much before, until his eyes hurted, until he felt like he didn’t had more tears to shed, but it seems like he was wrong.  

Why no one wanted to stay with him? Why no one choose him? Why it seemed like they didn’t cared as much about him like they said? would it be better if he took the apple from lucifer when he offered it? Would things have been different if he had the guts to bite the apple when eve offered it too? should he have fought harder to be with his wife? Was she doing ok? Where lucifer and lilith doing ok? Did they though about hi- 

The bombardment of questions in his mind suddenly stopped when he felt the soft touch of a large but delicate hand on his shoulder, soft and warm, he turned his head slowly until he found himself face to face with the owner of that hand.  

Seraphiel, or “sera” to shorten, the seraphim that was in charge of the order and correct progress in eden, it was needless to say that was not the situation right now, they had loss two humans and a powerful angel to sin, the plans for the progress of humanity had been put on hold until they could fix the current situation, the veteran angels were becoming more impatient and worried every day, and sera didn’t visit him as often as before, he was sure that she was angry with him, dissapointed, Adam was sure that they all would give up on him, that they would look for another way to give birth to the human race without him, since he was unable to keep his partners by his side. 

Adam was ready for bad news, for her to guide him to god and for his father to turn him to dust, to what he originally was, that would be merciful he though, that would stop his pain, his worries, every bad though in his mind, but no, for his surprise nothing like that happened, sera had that gentle and motherly smile she always gave to him, there was hope in her eyes, she didn’t say anything but something in her stare told him she has found the solution for all their problems.  

Without breaking her silence, she slowly moved, revealing a bright figure behind her. 

Adam was blinded for a second, before he laid his eyes on the person in front of him, it was a human, another man.....a very beautiful one.  

He was tall, taller than him, with a strong build and beauty marks in different parts of his body, his skin tone lighter than his with pink undertones, hair on his chest, arms and legs, he was wearing a short yellow chiton around his waist like him, his hair was long and blonde, some locks standing out from his shoulders, and his eyes, oh father, his eyes were sapphire blue, sharp and intense, locked on his golden ones, his pinkish plump lips curled in a charming smile that had adam practically hipnotized, he couldn’t stop looking, who...who was him? 

“adam, dear” said sera breaking her silence “this is your new husband, his name is Mika” 

“H-h-h-husband?”Adam stuttered 

Sera nooded and looked at mika “Mika, this is your husband, adam the firstman” 

Mika’s smile got wider before approaching adam and kneeling in front of him “hello adam, I’ve been told a lot about you, I hope we can get along, I’m really excited to spend time with you” 

Adam felt his body heat rise “I-I-I've been hope really excited to time with you”   

Mika gave adam an amused stare before letting out a giggle 

“sucessful introduction, excellent” the higher seraphim though to herself, now it was up to Michael. The warrior angel could do it, she was sure, after all, Michael never failed. 

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(HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!!! I FINALLY FINISHED THE FIRST EPISODE OF MY ADAM & MIKA (human!Michael) FIC!!! AAAAAGH I'M REALLY EXCITED! And omg, to the great writers of this fandom and any other, my respect for you is 100000 higher now, I erased so many parts of the history so many times, how do you do it?! 😭

And I'll be honest with you guys, this au at first was just an excuse to draw and write michael x adam smut hehe but know I really want to write something more meaningful for them, and I hope to do a good job, I'll do my best for my guitarhero fellows 🤝💕

also, I know what you may be thinking, "it's ridiculous how adam is so sad at the start of the story for his past lovers but sees Mika and suddendly he's happy and in love!" adam is shocked by his new mates beauty, that's all, Michael's new body was made specifically for adam to like it and feel attracted to, BUT believe me, I plan to develop their relationship more before we start talking about real love

thanks and good night!!! 😘)

@bluefrostyy I remember you wanted me to tell you when the story was out so, here it is 👍

[nakidoriii]

I’ll Take You (part 3)

Alucard x reader mini series (part 1 & 2 links at the end)

It had been four nights since your night with Adrian. You were both traveling and didn’t expect to see him again. Besides you two weren’t traveling to the same destinations, matter of fact, you didn’t even know where he was going. You secretly hoped that you could see him again, at least one more time. You and your bandmates had traveled to France for the next show.

You walked the streets of Paris, with your compact harp strapped to your back. You thought about the night you shared with Adrian. The way his words still replayed in your mind even days later. It was almost like he cursed you to only think of him.

“Can I carry that for you?” A voice from behind you asks.

You’d recognize that soft yet tender voice anywhere. You turn around to see Adrian’s golden eyes locked on you. You walk over to him and jump in his arms, hugging him. You really thought that you’d never see him again.

“Adrian, What are you doing here?” You ask looking up at him

“I wanted to see the traveling musicians from the West Indies. There’s a singer in the group I can’t stop thinking about… I fancy her.” He says in his usual soft voice.

“That’s funny, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind either. Will you join me for lunch?” You ask.

“Yes, of course. I know a great spot where we can be alone and talk.” He says.

You couldn’t believe he was standing before you in the flesh. You grab his hand and lead him to a bakery shop. You bought a small loaf, some cheese, and a bundle of grapes for the two of you to share. Once those were purchased, Adrian led you to that secret spot he had mentioned.

“Adrian, may I ask you something?” Your hand clutched onto his as you walked beside him.

“Anything.” He responds.

“How are you able to be in the sunlight?”

“I’m only half vampire. My mother was human. May I ask you something?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Why are you so comfortable with me being a vampire? I don’t sense an ounce of fear from you.”

“You are not the first vampire I’ve met. You see, my mother was a witch so I have met all sorts of other worldly creators. I, unlike most people, do not think that vampires and otherworldly creatures are inherently bad. I treat them as I would humans.”

Your response made Adrian start to fall for you. It was very rare that he met people that think as he does. He knew at that moment that he wanted to have you in his life. His fingers hook onto your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. He pulls you towards him, placing his big hands on both sides of your face. He caresses your cheeks as he stares into your eyes.

“To be the daughter of a witch while having such a diplomatic way of thinking. Your mind is as beautiful as you are.” He whispers.

He plants a quick kiss on your lips, leaving you wanting more. He grabs your hand and begins to walk with you again. You ask Adrian more about his life, eagerly wanting to know more about him. He answers you happily and with no hesitation.

“We’re here, darling.” He says.

He had brought you to an open field filled with wildflowers and lavender. You had never been anywhere like this before. Adrian notices your expression and says, “I’m guessing you’ve never seen anything like this.”

“No, nothing of the sort. Adrian, it’s beautiful.” You mumble taking in the vibrant colors in the field.

“Let’s go find a spot. Maybe you can play me a song? Sing for me? Please?” Adrian begs softly.

You let out a small laugh and nod your head ‘yes’. Adrian sits down in the field of flowers and pats the ground next to him, signaling you to sit. You take your harp off your back and sit down with it in your arms. Adrian smiles and watches you. Your fingers glaze over the strings as you begin to hum lightly. Adrian had to be your biggest fan. He didn’t tell you this but it reminded him of how his mom would sing to him. It was just as comforting. Once you finish playing, you set the harp down next to you and face Adrian as you both begin eating the food you got from the bakery.

“Y/N, would you… would you ever want to travel together?” He looks at you with pleading eyes.

“If you’d have me, sure. When would we do that?” You reply with no hesitation.

“After your show tonight. We can find a room for the night and head out in the morning.” He places his hands on your cheek. “I know we haven’t known each other long but I love being near you. I’m currently going to visit some friends of mine and I would love for them to meet you.”

Little did he know that you would follow him anywhere. You were in love with him but you wouldn’t tell him considering you just met. It filled you with happiness knowing he’d want to travel with you.

“That settles it then, I’m going with you.”

That’s the end of my mini series! Hope you all enjoyed it.

Part one Part two Masterlist

Do not steal or alter any of my work ©️

[mycurrentobsessionis]

I'm so protective of Victor Frankenstein, because everyone is like "the creature is actually completely right and he should have just made a second creature and it would be fine" or "he shouldn't have abandoned his creation" and like, come on.

First of all, he didn't abandoned the creature. He basically spent 9 months obsessing of creating this thing because (a) his mother died and he developed a morbid fascination with death to cope and (b) his father, instead of explaining why alchemy was a bad idea, just dismissed his interest out of hand. But the thing was that it wasn't //actually// supposed to work. And he also isn't eating or sleeping and he is mentally Not Well. But then the creature opens it's eyes and it's terrifying because even though it should be beautiful, being made of beautiful parts, it is still made of fucking corpses.

So, Victor passes the fuck out and wakes up after the creature has escaped. And then he's like, wtf was that?? Am I going insane?? He doesn't go looking for the creature because he thinks he made it up in his head. I think his friend was also like, "hey, dude, I think you just have a fever."

And then he finds out that his 6yo brother has been MURDERED and his childhood friend is accused of having killed the child, so he goes home. He can't even say, "hey, I think I made a monster that did this" because no one will believe him. And this creature shows up and tells him that it killed his brother simply because it hated Victor. It killed a young child because it wanted to hurt Victor. Now it wants Victor to make a second creature like the first.

And, for the record, the creature has been having a hard time because its a giant walking corpse and people aren't giving it a chance to prove that it can read Shakespeare. Here's the thing. The creature is smart. It reads classic literature. It speaks well. It is also cunning. After snapping William's neck, it frames Justine by slipping William's gold locket in her apron pocket.

Victor takes responsibility for this. He is aware at this point that he has fucked around and found out. He feels guilty about his little brother's death, and the execution of his friend. He agrees to create a second creature out of fear, but then decides that he will accept his fate and let the creature kill him because he is afraid that, given how terribly the first creature turned out, he will be endangering more people. What he didn't count on was that the creature would not actually kill him (he is its only shot at getting a companion, after all) and would instead kill his best friend and his wife.

The creature is lonely, but it's first response to rejection was not to seek its creator and ask for a companion. Its response was to murder people weaker than it, then seek out a companion from Victor through threats of violence. Why would he want to help it at that point? Why would he trust it?

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

128 of the angst prompts for the pAInter?

128) '"I need you, why do you always leave me?"

......

"Heyyyy."

"......."

"Suddenly you don't wanna talk? That's rude."

"Well so is turning my body into swiss cheese when you promised you wouldn't do that anymore." You huffed, sending a pointed glare at the sentient computer that sat behind a locked cage, before going back to checking the nearby drawers for data.

"Oh right.." Painter muttered awkwardly. "I was actually aiming for the Wall Dweller behind you, but the turrets like to pick and choose their targets sometimes...heheh."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"Well..do ya feel better?"

"Hm..I guess it beats being eaten alive by one of those things. So...sure." You glanced back at him, giving him a tiny smile. "Thanks for trying."

"You're welcome."

Of course, you still had your..issues with the computer, considering that ever since he gained access to the Internal Defense System, your runs to the crystal have become more treacherous than ever before.

It was bad enough that you had to worry about wandering towards the wrong door, with him using HQ's voice to misguide you.

But now at any given moment, you could walking into a room with turrets sweeping the area, red lasers waiting to catch you in their line of sight before spraying you with bullets--while he taunted you over the speakers and whined whenever you managed to find the lever to shut them down.

You hated him at first, but after coming across his containment room, where his main body was hosted on an old computer, he swore that none of it was personal. He blamed Sebastian for hooking him up to the Navi-Path system and asking him to delay your mission for as long as possible, convinced that he could find another way out of this place.

Of course, you were still upset, and believed his actions were very much personal, especially when you've come so close to escaping with the crystal....only for music, of all things, to cause your gear to detonate.

Maybe he was a reluctant accomplice of his, but why should you care?

Why waste time talking to someone who stopped at nothing to kill you? He wasn't a mindless animal like Pandemonium or the Wall Dwellers, but had total awareness that you could come back after death.

And he knew how to take advantage of that.

You used to roll your eyes at the news channels declaring that AI would be the death of humanity.

Now? This AI sure as hell was going to be the death of you.

But sometime ago, you acquired his document and had Sebastian show it to you, and you learned some rather...tragic things about him.

He was built and programmed with love, by his human creator who taught him how to paint and appreciate the beauty of the natural world. All he wanted to do was create things, and now he was being used as a tool for destruction.

It was all because of Urbanshade.

They killed the only person he ever cared about, tore him apart and put him back together to see how he "worked", and when they couldn't figure it out, they forced him into crypto mining, only giving him the promise of letting him paint every once in a while.

He might be a machine, but the pain he felt was real--so real that he'd rather die than continue existing.

Of course, it doesn't justify him killing you over and over, and making your runs through the blacksite a living hell, but you could understand why he's so bitter towards humans now.

If you were him, you'd definitely have a lot of resentment and built-up anger.

After reading that document, you had a little more sympathy for Painter, and eventually you two managed to work out a deal: if you found his room, you'd stop by to draw a small landscape for him, and he was free to replicate it on his program. In exchange, he promised to keep all turrets in further rooms disabled and not lock you in a "gauntlet" with Eyefestation anymore.

He still works together with Z-96, but at this point you've learned how to avoid the flesh creature at all costs. So that was the least of your worries.

"Anyways, what have you drawn for me today, hm?" He spoke up, growing a little impatient.

You took a few moments to open the notepad you had, grateful that the security cameras in this room were under his control, so HQ won't detonate your gear for talking to him.

You've overheard the higher ups mention something about Painter becoming a pain in the ass for expendables and operatives, losing a lot of them to the IDS and Z-96 attacks, and he was to be marked for destruction before he could take 100% control of the blacksite.

Whether they were going to declare that as an order in the near future or not remains to be seen, but...you didn't want to do that.

Did Sebastian know?

Does he know-?

"Welllll?"

"Oh. Right. I have this here." You showed him the sketch of a mountain range, trying to get as close as the chain-linked wall would allow you to. "This is the Himalayas, where Earth's highest mountains are located."

"Oooooh, yes I recognize it."

"You do?"

"Of course. Over a hundred bodies are still up there, most unrecoverable due to the conditions." Painter sneered. "It should have been left untouched. Why do you humans always wanna ruin nature with you stupid hikes and big egos?"

"...well if you don't want this one-"

"Never said I didn't. Show it to me again. And hold it steady."

You blinked in surprise, before turning the notepad back over so he could see the landscape, and you saw the MS Paint program on his screen going right to work.

While you could only draw it from memory and with the pencils you found in a random drawer, he managed to bring it to life--using vivid colors and beautiful shading to really capture the scenery. Almost as though a professional artist went to those mountains and studied them for hours.

With Painter's AI, it didn't take hours, but mere minutes for him to create a masterpiece.

And it was beautiful.

As soon as he finished, you put the notepad down and grinned. "It's amazing, Painter. It's like..I could walk into it and be there."

"Thanks. I also wish I could walk into it and just...escape all of this." He saved the artwork to his files, before his usual scribbled face appeared once again, but this time it looked rather...sad. "I'll..make sure the turrets don't turn you into swiss cheese."

"I appreciate it, buddy." Smiling, you grabbed the keycard that you needed to exit the room, but right as you walked over to it...he spoke again.

"Do you have to leave right now?"

"...pardon?" Turning back around, you could see him staring at you, looking utterly despondent. "You..want me to stay?"

"You're..the first positive human interaction I've had in a long time. I feel bad for all the deaths and inconveniences I've caused you. Seriously, I do. But...if you reach the crystal, you won't ever see me again.." He muttered.

"Painter." You walked over to him, frowning. "That's the point. I'm only here to get that crystal. We agreed that you'd turn off the turrets so that-"

"I didn't do it to make your life easier." He snapped, growing hostile. "I did it because I don't wanna be the one who causes your death. I'll leave that to somebody else...eventually they'll get you. And you'll come back-"

"No."

He went dead silent for a moment. "..no?"

"This time, I'm getting that crystal. I can't stay here with you forever, Painter. I'm sorry about everything you've been through, but in the end..you're still a threat in Urbanshade's eyes. They could kill me just for talking to you. I need to leave now before-"

As if right on cue, the lights in the room began to flicker, and somewhere in the far distance...you could hear the familiar shrieking and howling of Pandemonium hunting for its next prey.

"You better go to that door over on the right." Painter advised, his voice uncharacteristically monotone.

You failed to pay attention to that and rushed to the door, quickly inserting the keycard-

Only to come face to face with Z-96, whose long claws reached out to slash you across the face. You fell backwards as the door slammed shut, the creature barely managing to drag its arm back inside, with a message in red appearing on the screen beside it.

I need you. Why do you always leave me?

'Bastard. He tricked me-'

Then you heard one final loud scream, and turned around..

Seeing nothing but a gaping maw with crooked rotting teeth and dozens of eyes closing in on you.

You should have known better. You should have just focused on the mission and ignored him from the start.

Now he'll never let you leave, and he'll find other ways to make sure of that.

[ginnysgraffiti]

Paul Atreides x reader? Where the reader does not believe in the prophecy of the Lisan-al-Gaib or in any god or Messiah that they say will come, to which Paul is interested in her but also feels anger because the reader does not show fear or submission, and when inquiring about why she has no faith in anything she reads or gods is because she went through many horrible things and when she prayed for it to be a nightmare but it never happened, and that's why she believes in nothing but herself.

thanks for the request! sorry if i hadn't answered before :(

PAUL ATREIDES x yn.

your people lived on arrakis under one name: the fremen. people who have inhabited arrakis for many millennia, originally arriving after an interplanetary diaspora.

your planet became the center of immense interests of the empire following the discovery of the powerful drug called melange or spice, capable of significantly extending the length of human life and increasing.

you have been trained in guerrilla warfare since childhood, reason why you're considered among the best fighters in the universe, the only ones capable of holding your own against even the emperor's ferocious sardaukar.

people can comfortably call you interstellar nomads who follow a particular philosophy, people who live together in desert tents and who are more like a big big family or army.

therefore, you don't hide the fact that you get along very well, despite the fact that fremen have challenging, ambitious characters, and you often want to prove our superiority by fighting or calling sandworms.

if someone has already heard the famous prophecy "blessed be the creator and his water" well, that's you, these are the fremen. that's your prophecy or the thing people think you believe in. or at least, your people believe in.

you worship shai-hulud, the sand worm, a gigantic and dangerous creature that populates the deserts of arrakis and is the source of the spice cycle. your religion, like almost all those of the primitive worlds of the empire, was profoundly influenced by the bene gesserit missionaria protectiva.

if you ask stilgar, he will answer you by saying he believes in the arrival of the messiah, of the lisan al-gaib. so please, don't ask stilgar.

lisan al-gaib, in your fremen language, "the voice from the outside world".

in later use the name messiah specializes to indicate the "anointed one" par excellence, sent as a savior of the fremen, the chosen people, and to turn the desert into the green paradise it used to be. this is how stilgar would happily explain it to others.

bullshit.

the biggest lie you've ever heard.

you have waited ages for the messiah, and the only conclusion you managed to get was that even foreign people made fun of you all by saying they were the famous messiah you had been waiting for. really funny, right...

"the walker of the golden path" they say, just they don't know how much you have suffered or how different you feel about your people's adamant beliefs.

you know paul since a few weeks, and you hated every second of it, and you knew he did too.

at first you avoided him, dodged him or threatened him with your eyes as if he were an harkonnen. or, if you were in a bad mood, you ignored him completely, especially when he entertained stilgar with inappropriate and absolutely not funny jokes but that made the whole for-dinner-tent laugh.

you knew that everyone was at his feet, that they would even lick the sand he walked on.

you often heard your fremen friends talking or chatting about him, and you could have sworn some of them even wondered out loud of it would be to have sex with him.

you had never thought of paul as someone to have sex with, mostly because you hated him on principle.

for the first week you loved showing off your fighting moves when he looked, or throwing barbs at him to shut him up.

you knew that he was intimidated but also angry towards you, that he was curious about your people, and therefore you could show yourself superior anyway. you wanted to crush it like a desert fly and rejoice while it dies under your sole.

then, everything changed.

it was afternoon, and the wind was gently blowing, but not enough to make the sand rise.

he was a little too snuggled up next to you, on the highest dune you could reach from the fremen camp.

at first, you didn't even like the idea of starting a conversation, but paul was the one who talked first.

he told you about his visions first, about his nightmare correlated, about the mental torture he had to kneel upon when he used to live on caladan, because everyone thought he was the kwisatz haderach.

he told you about his training, his father's death and how he felt so alone, abandoned by the little people he loved and betrayed by the ones he barely knew.

something about it woke up a new feeling inside your chest. you felt understood.

and he was not there forcing you to go on your knees and pray the messiah and his rise to power.

he was simply chatting, his eyes almost tearing, playing with some sand in his right hand.

he wanted to understand you, to understand why you were the only one who refused to believe the prophecy and yet the only one who captured your attention.

your mind returned to the morning where a few of your friends wished to have sex with him, but right in that moment, when the sun was melting under the dunes, far away, you could only wonder how plump and soft his lips could become against yours.

that same evening, you got confirmed paul atreides was the best kisser you had ever known.

in your tent, with a slight scent of spice and body

skin and sweat, he held you close as if you were

his only lifeline, as if you were about to become

small microscopic grains of sand, and he would no longer be able to hold the right ones in his hands.

you stood there, under his slim and perfect body, stroking his curls in a slow and sleepy gesture, until he closed his eyes and let his cheek rest against your breasts.

messiah or not, you believe he was the love of your life.

[talesfromawannabewriter]

The First Man

@things-arent-what-they-seem66 here it is, also @beef-brisket you can also join in the yandere-ness if you wish, anyways enjoy part 1 ;)

The first thing he was aware of was a beaming bright light. It shined right where in front of him, causing him to squint and cover his eyes. When he opened them again all he could see were two blurry figures, one much bigger than the other. Soon though the blurriness faded, and he then saw the world around him. It was vast and spacious, seemingly going on forever. Everywhere he looked it seemed colors of all kinds, mainly green, covered the Earth. That wasn't even mentioning the things that were walking around so full of, of

"WELCOME TO LIFEMY CREATIONS THE FIRST MAN AND FIRST WOMAN. I AM THE LORD HIMSELF, GOD, YOUR CREATOR"

Startled at the booming voice he turned and gape at the colossal figure of light before him.

"DO NOT ME AFRAID FIRST MAN FOR I MEAN YOU NO HARM."

and the first man believed the voice, which spoke once more, "

"YOU HAVE MANY QUESTIONS I AM SURE BUT I MUST FIRST INTRODUCE YOU TO EACH OTHER"

With a gesturing wave of his hand the first man turned to see a creature just like him. However this creature made him gasp as his eyes went wide, what he saw had to be the most captivating thing he ever saw since he opened his eyes. This creature was much taller than him, not as large as the voice, but still pretty tall. Their hair was so long it reached to their bottom. He just wanted to comb his fingers through it. Their skin was pale like his though with a hinge of a tan to it. It looked so soft that he wanted to touch it. However, their most engrossing feature were most definitely the eyes. They were the same color as their hair with a shade of a type of yellow light. They simply sparkled to him, this creature was simply so, so

"Beautiful"

The voice smiled at his creations first word and said happily

"I AM GLAD THAT YOU THINK SO, FOR THIS WOMAN IS TO BE YOUR MATE"

The first man looked back at the voice

"Mate?"

"YES, SHE IS YOUR MATE IT MEANS THAT SHE IS YOURS TO LOVE, CHERISH, AND PROTECT AS YOU ARE FOR HER TO DO THE SAME"

He explained before moving on

"NOW THEN THERE IS STILL THE MATTER OF PROVIDING YOU WITH PROPER NAMES. FOR YOU TWO SIMPLY CANNOT BE CALLED AND CALL EACH OTHER MAN AND WOMAN. NO, THAT SIMPLY WILL NOT DO. (turns to the man) YOUR NAME SHALL BE LUCIFER FOR IT MEANS LIGHT BRINGER, (turns to the woman) AS FOR YOUR NAME SHALL BE ADA FOR IT MEANS BEAUTIFUL"

The man, now named Lucifer, felt his lips twitch upwards at the fact that he helped name his mate.

"THIS PLACE THE TWO OF YOU STAND BEFORE IS CALLED THE GARDEN OF EDEN. THIS IS TO BE BOTH OF YOURS HOME. YOU MAY DO AS YOU WISH HERE JUST AS YOU MAY EAT FROM ANY OF THE FRUITS THAT HANG FROM THE TREES. HOWEVER, THERE IS ONLY ONE FRUIT THAT I MUST ASK YOU TO NOT ONLY NOT CONSUME BUT STAY AWAY FROM ENTIRELY FOR IF YOU EAT IT, YOU SHALL SURELY PERISH."

The voice said as it pointed over to where a grand tree not too far away stood. Hanging from the branches were the forbidden fruit as it shined a tempting red.

"WITH THAT SUBJECT OUT OF THE WAY WE SHALL NOW DISCUSS YOUR DUTIES. DO NOT WORRY FOR THEY ARE ONLY TWO. YOUR FIRST DUTY IS TO GIVE EVERY LIVING THING IN THIS GARDEN A NAME AS I HAVE GIVEN YOU. YOUR SECOND DUTY IS TO BE FRUITFUL AND MULTIPLY, WHICH BRINGS US TO ANOTHER MATTER. YOU TWO ARE NOT SIMPLY JUST THE FIRST MAN AND WOMAN. LUCIFER YOU ARE THE FIRST ALPHA WHICH MEANS THAT YOUR SEED SHALL SPILL INTO ADA AND HER WOMB SHALL ACCEPT AND SHE WILL THEN CARRY A CHILD."

Lucifer didn't understand why but that statement...excited him.

"NOW I MUST MAKE MY EXIT FOR I AM SURE THE TWO OF YOU WOULD LIKE TO GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER."

In a flash of the light their creator was gone and it was just Lucifer and Ada.

[idkfitememate]

Hi I was wondering if you could do a polar bear 🐻‍❄️ anon? Like reader could be just chilling in shnezyha with the Fatui and come and go as they please, but they’re enjoying being a polar bear and just snooze anywhere and everywhere, eating a fish on the floor? No, let’s eat right next to Singora’s coffin R.I.P. if not that’s ok, thx for reading!!!!

Harbingers Encounter

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Polar Bear Reader x Harbingers

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 447

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Fluff, there is a penguin corpse tho

No one really knew what to do.

They all stared at the random ass polar bear that wondered into the room, in the middle of Signora’s funeral.

It was honestly baffling, and all Pierro could think about was how a few Fatui were going to get…. Let’s say fired, later.

“… What do we do..?” Childe questioned. He was - ironically- the closest to the bear and even he didn’t really feel like fighting it. As much as he and Signora “totally got along”, it would still feel mildly disrespectful to start going at it with a bear in the middle of her literal funeral.

“… I wish to take it back to my labs.” Dottore suddenly suggested, and immediately Pantalone was on his ass about it.

“Why? Whatever could you need a polar bear for?? It’s a waist if you ask me..” His disappointment was clear as day, despite the sterna smile etched into his face.

“Perhaps I could enhance its strength? Create a brand new type of creature to protect us.~” Dottore mused, his grin widening.

All conversation was halted however when a giggle rang out. Heads turned to see you gently playing with Columbina.

Your paws firmly planted on the ground as you nuzzled a blood-soaked-face into hers as you nipped at her ears.

She then took out a very dead penguin from under her coat and threw it at you, you catching it in your mouth and bending down to chow down.

You looked up after ripping a wing off the bird, offering it to her.

“Oh no, I’m alright for now my dear. Oh! But do save the large intestines. I may get hungry later, hehe!~”

Everyone stared at her as she conversed with you, a simple nod showing you understood before going back to ravaging and defiling the corpse beneath you.

“… What?” She asked now that all eyes were on her.

“… I suppose none of us were expecting you to have such an animal as a… pet..?” Capitano said, only to receive a giggle from the shorter girl.

“Oh they are no pet, simply a friend I made during a walk once.” She answered.

You lifted your head and nodded.

“Well did they have to attend?” Pierro asked, annoyance in his tone.

“Ah, I have no control ever where they go, though they have shown to have a respect for all of us.~” Giggles escaped her lips as she spoke, finding the faces of her fellow Harbingers amusing.

Pierro only sighed before continuing to speak. The funeral now continued without a hitch, even as you ate behind Columbina.

… Would the Tsaritsa ever consider making an animal a Harbinger…?

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Polar Bear!Creator after revealing they can control the elements: 🐻‍❄️

The Harbingers: One of us, one of us, one of us, one of us, ONE OF US, ONE OF US, ONE OF US, ONE OF US-

The Tsaritsa: 😐 Fine

And don’t worry I love your idea!! Never be afraid to share my dear ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚ (also, do you want to be an anon? It’s a bit unclear-)

[prostocupoftea]

Kinitopet Programmers AU

finally i am finished with this one, daaaamn

it is hard to draw pathetic men with midlife crisis when your style is mostly for anime boys

more info and sketch version under the cut!!

sketch version aka how it'll probably look like in comic version 'n some doodles

srry for my writing but i was too laisy to put it as regular text

It is a plot-based au, i already have most of the storybits and like... a vibe-chart (i tried to make a playlist for this au and understood that for different chapters and different characters that'd be a copleatly different music, sooo it's a chart now :) )

i will post a fog-o-wared timeline that im hopefully gonna reveal comic-by comic, but also maybe with just pure writing. Hopefully i can include songs that i chose for them into it but we'll see (:

aaand of course designs can change, hopefully not much but we'll see

Now about au:

Main story:

Story follows non-sentient AI Kinito, his creator Sonny and his beta-tester Victoria (oc)

Being literally the first AI (or RRA in-univere) ever, Kinito does not have any, and i mean, any ai safety features so of course his reponce to a goal phrased as "have user near me and/or interacting with me as much as possible" is digitizing them into his own virtual world while killing them in the process. why wouldn't it be?

So that happened. Like, a lot. And with Sonny and Vic too (at the different time but yeah)

Sonny is like "He kills people. We should turn him off because, you know, killing people is bad."

Vic is like "well, we will die if we do that, and it is not that bad here, we are kinda immortal. We should give him acces to changing his initial instalation code before admin priveleges and acces to social media so we can have everythin we want here. It is not that bad to digitize humanity, yk?" and yes i know it is 90, no social media, but shut up, if they made ai then, then i can make twitter then too

Sonny is like "...no??"

And then they fight about it for million chapters

Also they both can't do anything without agreeing bc they have two parts of that admin access key (the data you use to delete kinito in-game) so they are stuck with eachother (also that's why Kinito can't just kill them)

Little facts that may or may not to be important:

Kinito asks so many questions (and weird once too) and has most of the glitches because he needs to analise your responces to copy your mind perfectly (let's pretend that people wouldn't lie about that...)

Your house in your virtual world is made from important places from your memories and oh boy can i do character explorations with this one

I decided that Sonny and Vic are not related. There were thoughts about making then "The Kinito Brothers" (or, at least, siblings) that were mentioned in commercial, but nah, they are just coworkers now. And a bit of work-friends (bc if you interact a lot as a manager of the project and the best worker might as well be friendly)

Author has no idea how small dying toy companies that accidentally create technological marvel work. Author has some idea how AI-s work. So be prepared to be spoon-fed info abut which ai safety problem we are dealing with in which chapter (:

Kinito will mostly be unrendered (as drawn here) but for some cool moments i might pose him as for my other posts. Also his eye placement changes to the side that is most visible because i want him to be able to look to the right side sometimes--

Also when i say "fucked up mentally" i mean they have that them psychological problems with me projecting heavilly B) (guess on who i project most. trick question. all of them. the whole au is my problems split into three characters and forced to interact B) )

Also sea-creature analogies (that are gonna be mentioned like twice):

Victoria is a flying fish because deep character reasons

Sonny is a pufferfish because i said so

oh also there is 7 deaths in the plot as for now

on 3 characters

good luck figuring out who, how and when ((:

for my own sanity i will probably make little doodles where everything is great and kinito is a good guy and not a number-obsessed maniac (i mean... can u imagine not being able to feel any happiness from anything besides one thing... damn...) and you can differenciate them bc good-guy kinito will have a lot of stickers on him (i will explain it somehow but real reason is just bc it is cute af)

like this but even more stickers (he is unfinished here)

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hi how are you doing I happy you’re open could I request a yandere perfect cell x female android reader, she was created by dr briefs and was base on an butterfly insect humanoid, he made her to bring joy to the world and helps those in need, she is basically his opposite and he begins to feel a huge attraction toward her wanting to make his perfect mate

-He was perfection, he was powerful, he was everything, he was… lonely.

-Cell couldn’t help but scowl softly, annoyed by this nagging feeling inside his body, the desire for companionship, to have someone else to be by his side. He had researched the humans and found that there are things called wives, female partners in a relationship who stand with their husband- mates was a similar way of putting it.

-The thought of being with a human made his skin crawl, as they were beneath him, lowly creatures who should be worshipping the ground he walks on to let them live on his world.

-Perhaps there was someone else that would be worthy of his mate…

-Just as he thought this, you were heading down a nearby road, holding a basket of fruits for delivery, a smile on your face as you couldn’t wait to see the smiling faces of those you were delivering this basket to!

-Your creator, Dr. Briefs, wanted someone who’s sole purpose was to spread joy to the world around them, in a world filled with danger and sadness, someone who could make others happy.

-Sensing the movement, Cell had turned, seeing you first then hearing your beautiful voice as you were singing. His eyes widened, watching you, unsure of if you knew that someone very dangerous was nearby.

-He was quick to realize that you weren’t human, you were an android, much like the androids that gave him the power he needed to become perfect.

-As he listened to and watched you, he realized what an unusual person you were, you were so cheerful, so bright and warm. He didn’t even know he was following you until you stopped at the house you were traveling to, and he ducked behind a corner, peeking out.

-The people in the house were so happy with your gift, thanking you and he saw a child hugging you around your knees as you seemed so happy.

-It was strange, you were so happy doing things for others, gifting them things instead of just taking them, not demanding them of anything in return. Why were you doing this then? Just to be nice??

-When you started back, you passed by Cell, not noticing him at first, as he was researching you, trying to understand you but he couldn’t, and it was frustrating to not be able to understand.

-He stepped out and called out to you, “Hey!” you turned, your hair flowing around you, your eyes wide before they softened as you instantly smiled sweetly, “Hello there new friend!”

-Okay… you were little odder than he originally thought as you came over, smiling up at him, “Are you lost? Do you need help or directions?” you were trying to help him, a total stranger, a dangerous stranger! How could you be so trusting?!

-Cell’s thought process froze when you cupped his cheeks, your eyes sparkling, “You’re so many shades of green- that’s so cool! I’m Y/N, what is your name?”

-Okay it was official; you were definitely weird.

-However, your touch was so gentle, so warm as he felt himself leaning down into you touch a bit, “What a strange little being you are? Why is it that you’re so happy and willing to help others?” you were a bit confused, looking like you had been asked a trick question.

-You bounced back, smiling up at him as his hands lifted to cover yours, “I like making people happy, I’m willing to help anyone however I can so I can make their day just a little bit brighter!”

-Cell was confused, not understanding this and you noticed his confusion before you smiled, “Would you like me to help you? I could teach you how to be happy!”

-He chuckled softly, feeling already happy by just speaking with you and being with you, perhaps he could convince you to stay around, that way he would always be happy. It would be your duty as his wife after all.

[lafaiette]

Based on this post by @wendynerdwrites: Solas treating everyone at the Lighthouse except Varric like complete morons, but becoming a puppy as soon as Lavellan shows up.

Spoilers for Veilguard!

Davrin was used to facing dangerous situations - the life of a Warden was not an easy one -, but no fight against darkspawn, no exploration of dark, damp roads could compare to the horror of sharing a place with the worst enemy of his people's lore.

Solas, the Dread Wolf, was... a cold man. No unnecessarily cruel like old Dalish legends described him, but certainly ruthless, ready to make sacrifices if it could help finally defeat the Evanuris.

There was a certain distance in his eyes and tone whenever he spoke with the new guests of his old base - that, and badly hidden rage, boiling just below the surface. He was haunted by the failed ritual, by Rook's intervention, by Varric's wound, by years of regrets.

Davrin's superiors had always insisted on a particular point: don't fight battles you can't win. Giant ogre making its way through a narrow tunnel? Run, or you will die under the rubble. Too many darkspawn surrounding you and your fellow Grey Wardens? Retreat, and plan a better strategy.

The Dread Wolf haunts your dreams, turning them into nightmares? Be respectful, da'len, do not enrage him further, and avoid him.

So Davrin did just that. He greeted Solas, but didn't dare ask him questions. He wasn't scared of speaking up in his presence, but he did so with an even tone, not really wanting to attract his attention.

Unfortunately, his being a Grey Warden was something Solas simply couldn't understand - or forgive? -, for the Dread Wolf once found him in the courtyard, taking care of Assan's feathers, and spoke to him without hesitation, without mercy.

"That is a beautiful creature."

Assan chirped happily - he was one of the few ones in the Lighthouse, Varric and Manfred included, who wasn't scared of Fen'Harel.

"Ah, thank you." Davrin nodded at him, then went back to brushing the griffon's feathers. "He's growing up so fast."

A moment of silence, then Solas spoke again, a thin veil of ice in his voice:

"I could not help but notice he fights with you."

"Well... Yes?" Davrin didn't turn back, increasing his focus on the least oily feathers, the ones that needed more care. "Grey Wardens and griffons fight together. We're supposed to build a bond."

"Why would you bring your beloved companion into battle?" Solas sounded furious, now. "Among the Blight and the darkspawn?"

"Because that's what Grey Wardens must do." Davrin did turn around this time, hoping his glare directed at Solas wouldn't condemn him to a week of nightmares. "It's not like Assan fights at my side for the whole time. He flies above the battlefield, and attacks only when I call him."

"Because he is still young. But he will join you once he is older, and ready, and your bond strong." Solas shook his head, distaste clear on his face. "And then he will risk getting blighted, poison in his veins."

"It's terrible, I know," Davrin agreed, for the thought of losing his friend in battle had kept him awake many nights in a row, "but it's a risk we must run if we want to fight the darkspawn."

"Did you ask Assan if he wants to run this risk?" Solas arched an eyebrow. "Or did you decide for him?"

"What-"

Solas walked away, uttering a "tsk", and Davrin was left there, open-mouthed, shock and pain making his head buzz.

Assan let out a sad squeak, bumping his beak against his cheek.

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"You are doing it wrong."

"O-Oh?"

Bellara turned around, the elven device she was tinkering with falling on the ground. Solas, standing under the doorframe, looked at it, then at her, and she shrinked under his cold, almost disappointed gaze.

"What... What I was doing wrong?"

Oh, she hated how thin her voice sounded, but she couldn't help it! He was one of her gods! The deity of lies, trickery, and rebellion, the creator of the Veil, the reason why a breach in the Fade had appeared in the sky ten years prior! He scared her!

"Everything." Solas narrowed his eyes, then walked away, heading to his original destination, leaving her there, fuming and confused, angry at him and herself, angry at the device and its secrets, angry at her mind for not being able to understand them.

She picked it up from the floor, but didn't tinker with it again, leaving it on the table, like a forgotten relic.

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Harding gently closed the door of Varric's room, so that he wouldn't wake. The wound was getting better, but he was still weak, frail. His fever had broken just the day before.

She almost jumped out of her skin when Solas walked out from the shadows just around the corner - seriously, wasn't a lighthouse supposed to be well-lit?

"How is he?" he asked, almost whispering, dark sorrow on his face.

Harding glared at him, torn between telling him to shove it and answering in a civil way.

In the end, her polite side won, prompted by the memories of their days in the Inquisition, when Solas would accompany the Inquisitor in all her trips and explorations.

He would often narrate beautiful stories at dinner, when the Inquisitor decided to stop at the main campsites where Harding was stationed. He was always kind with the Inquisition soldiers, and once he had complimented Harding's study of a map.

But he had hurt the Inquisitor, and now Varric, and she found forgiveness hard to find in her frightened, enraged heart.

"He's alive." She shook her head. "He's sleeping now, so come visit him later."

"And the wound?"

"It's healing, but I don't like the look of the skin around it. It's getting inflamed, I think." She sighed, making a mental list of all the plants in her room. "I might have something to help him, but I'll need to check and-"

"My magic may help."

Her rude side won over the polite one. Oh, how her mother would scold her if she knew.

"Your magic? I'm sorry, but your magic is what caused all this in the first place!"

She approached him, teeth gritted, fists clenched, and he didn't move, staring down at her with that cold pain that morphed his face into a pale, ancient expanse of regret.

"Your magic almost destroyed the world ten years ago! Your magic almost destroyed it now! Your magic maimed the Inquisitor-"

Something passed over his face - more pain and sorrow -, and she realized she had gone too far, for his next words were too controlled, too calm. He was about to explode just like she had.

"Enough, child of the Stone."

"How dare you!"

All the pain, fear, and shock Harding had packed away in her heart - like many jagged rocks she wanted pick and examine in peace in the quiet of the room - erupted from her. Her eyes burned.

"How dare you call me like that, after what my people lost!"

"Your people are not the only ones who lost everything."

"Well, at least we're not the ones trying to destroy this world to bring it all back!"

She stormed away, hoping her outburst hadn't caused Varric to awaken.

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"He's here!"

"What?"

Lucanis looked up from the pot of soup he was preparing for lunch, and lo and behold, the Dread Wolf was indeed there.

Spite respected him and feared him in equal measure. He was the only one who could speak with the demon in a real, coherent way, and make it listen.

Sometimes Lucanis envied him.

"May I help you?" he said, stirring the pot after adding more salt. "It won't be ready for one more hour, I think."

"Spirit, how are you feeling?"

"It's not a spirit." Lucanis spat out before Spite could answer. It was standing next to him, not slouching as usual, but standing tall, almost proud. "It's a demon."

"That's a matter of debate."

"A matter of- it's possessing me!"

"It does not wish to be with you just as much as you do not want it with you." Solas glared at him, before setting his eyes on Spite again. His expression changed, turning kinder, more patient.

"How are you feeling?"

"... Constricted."

Lucanis gawked at it.

"Oh, for... Constricted by what? I bring you everywhere!"

Solas ignored him. "Have you tried shaping the world around you? We are in the Fade here, after all."

"I have, but it doesn't listen! Not as long as I am..."

Spite growled and glared at Lucanis, who glared back, stirring his minestrone with more rage the recipe requested.

"I see. I promise I will try to find a way to help you. It might be difficult, due to your particular circumstances, but..."

"You want to help it?" Lucanis dropped the spoon into the pot, staring at the tall elf with disbelief. "Do you know what this fiend did to me while we were locked away in Renata's prison? What about helping me get rid of it?"

"It tortured you because it was tortured. It still is."

Solas' eyes looked cold even under the light coming from the fireplace. Lucanis realized he would probably never convince him, nor understand him.

"Bah!" He went back to his dish. "No wonder nobody here likes you, lupo."

Solas went away, quiet, his steps the lightest Lucanis had ever heard.

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"You remind me of an old friend."

Taash looked up from the axe they were polishing, hoping they had heard it wrong.

Solas was checking some supplies. They hadn't exchanged a single word when he had entered, and Taash was glad of it, because they really didn't know how to act around that guy. Plus, their mood wasn't exactly the best these days, after a hard defeat against a particularly stubborn dragon that had badly burned their leg.

But now, this.

"How old, exactly? Millennia old? Decade old?"

"Decade. Do you know the Bull's Chargers?"

"I heard of 'em. Mercenary group led by the Tal-Vashoth who joined the Inquisition, yeah?"

Solas nodded, still checking the contents of an armory chest.

"So... I remind you of that guy?"

"Sometimes, yes."

Taash blinked. And waited.

"Why? Just because we're both Tal-Vashoth?"

"No." Solas barely looked at them as he closed the chest. "He also deeply admired dragons."

"Oh. Sounds like a cool guy, then." Taash grinned, dipping the cloth into a pot of oil and starting to polish a new area of their axe. "I bet he'd have enjoyed fighting that dragon from the other day."

"Oh, yes. But unlike you, he would have definitely prevailed."

"Why, you little piece of shit!"

They rose, furious and embarrassed, cheeks on fire and axe ready to be used, but he had already left.

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"What is that supposed to be?"

Neve almost dropped her pencil.

"A map?" She narrowed her eyes at him. She had tracked him down in Minrathous, yes, but he had still escaped her, in a certain way. She hated that.

"Of course it is a map." Solas' tone was as icy as hers. He knew it was her fault Varric and Rook had found him. "But what are you drawing on it?"

"Possible places where the Evanuris may be hiding."

"Hiding?" He snarled, letting out a disgusted noise. "They are not hiding. They are preparing, setting the stage, gathering power-"

"One more reason to find them as soon as possible, then."

"-And those are not the places they would choose for such a purpose."

Neve felt her right eye twitch.

"Well, since you know them so well," Solas' face turned into a mask of pure outrage at that, "perhaps you could kindly share your opinion so that we may find them sooner."

"How am I supposed to know? Don't you think I would have already done something, had I known where they are?"

He scoffed at her meticulous drawings and walked away. She gritted her teeth, frustrated, then looked back at the map, feeling almost embarrassed.

She refused to erase her marks, though.

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Emmrich believed himself to be a patient man, but oh, every time the Dread Wolf was involved he could just feel his patience run thin.

"Manfred, could you please hand me that book? Thank you."

A groan, rattling of bones, and Emmrich smiled.

"Indeed, it is quite interesting. I will give it back to you as soon as I'm done with these notes."

He heard footsteps coming from the staircase, but he ignored them, too engrossed in his research. He heard Manfred prepare more tea, sure it was one of their friends come to visit, but then...

"This is wrong."

Startled, Emmric raised his eyes. Solas was looking at Manfred, watching him choose the right leaves.

"I assure you, Manfred's tea knows no equal. Everyone in the Mourn Watch loves it!"

Solas glared at him, jaw tight, and the very air around him seemed to quiver. Emmrich realized he had said the wrong thing, and slightly bowed his head.

"I apologize if my words offended you, Solas. Is there something I can help you with?"

"You are torturing this poor spirit."

Manfred groaned, shaking his head, and Solas scoffed, shocked by his words.

"This is not your place! You are not supposed to be bound to a corpse!"

"I would let Manfred make that decision."

"How could he do that? You already did it for him."

A pang of pain, like the sting of a thorn in his heart, then Emmrich took a deep breath.

"You are mistaken. This is what Manfred wants."

Solas couldn't hide his disgust, his contempt, as he stared at him. Then he turned to Manfred, sorrow and grief replacing his ire, and he shook his head.

"This is wrong," he repeated, and Emmrich wondered whether he was still talking about Manfred or everything else, the Lighthouse filled with strangers, the Evanuris running free, the world on the brink of destruction.

"I am sorry." Emmrich said, but Solas ignored him and left the room, his steps heavy like those of the corpses that roamed the Necropolis.

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"Tell him to stop!"

"Tell him to leave."

"I can't do this anymore, Rook, I really can't!"

"He criticizes everything. He's always there, judging us, and nothing is ever right!"

"Doesn't he have another base he can use? Or maybe we should move."

"Varric, perhaps you may talk with him?"

"Don't worry." Varric smiled from his bed, tapping his fingers on the heavy blanket Harding had found for him. "I sent words to a certain someone just a few days ago. She will join us tomorrow."

Rook looked at him, confused.

"Who are you talking about?"

Harding gasped, not sure whether to grin like a madwoman or scold Varric for his insane idea.

"You did not!"

"I did." Varric looked extremely satisfied, his smug smile almost hiding the gauntness of his cheeks. "Wear your best outfits, guys - the Inquisitor is coming to visit us."

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She stepped out of the main eluvian, and the first thing she did was smile at everyone. And everyone thought she looked young, very pretty, but also sad, and a bit tired.

"Inquisitor."

"It's an honor, Inquisitor Lavellan."

"My lady, thank you for coming."

They bowed to her, except for Harding who got a hug, and she told them all those formalities were not necessary.

"I'm not Inquisitor anymore." Her smile was small, but sincere and warm. "Please just call me Scarlet."

Bellara admired her prosthetic arm, and promised her to show her the special gauntlet she used in battle. Davrin tried not to stare at her bare face, but everyone had heard the rumors - how the Inquisitor had come back to Skyhold after a trip with her beloved Solas, face free from vallaslin, her eyes filled with tears for weeks, her lover staring at her from a distance with grief in his eyes.

"How is Varric?" Worry and sorrow made her look older. "May I see him?"

"Of course. This way."

She didn't try to hide her awe and curiosity as they led her through the Lighthouse to Varric's room. She devoured everything, eyes setting on every minute detail.

She gasped when she saw the murals in the library, and it was clear she was looking for traces of Solas, too. She searched for him with her eyes, hoping to see him appear from behind a door or around the corner.

The more they walked, heading to Varric's room, the more she grew disappointed. Rook hurried to reassure her he wasn't hiding, not this time.

"Solas went to one of his old hideouts to retrieve some useful parchments. He believes they could be useful to track down the Evanuris."

"Oh." She blushed, pleased.

"He should be here soon."

"I see."

She was shaking due to excitement and anxiety. Ten years had passed since their last meeting, after all. Rook and their companions led her gently through her lover's Lighthouse, hoping she could be the change they desperately needed.

She gasped when they brought her outside, in the courtyard, and she stared at the giant wolf statue that stood at its center, right above the Caretaker's workshop, for a long time.

The spirit observed her in silence. She saw it and smiled, greeting it with a bow of her head.

"You are finally here, after all this time," it said, and her smile widened, looking almost impish.

"I never give up."

She hugged Varric with all the delicateness, love, and care of a daughter. He held her true hand as she sat next to his bed, patting it between his calloused ones, and tried to reassure her that he was fine, that he was recovering nicely.

Guilt and pain never left her face as they spoke.

"Shy, it's not your fault." Varric smiled at her, while Davrin and Rook prepared the poultice he needed to apply on his wound twice a day. Emmrich checked his temperature and pulse, and used a spell to soothe his fatigue.

The others stood around, ready to help, wanting to spend more time with that famous figure, with the woman who had stolen the Dread Wolf's heart.

"I never should have sent you and Harding on that mission."

"I would have gone regardless."

"Me too!"

Scarlet sighed, shaking her head.

"Well, then." She tried to smile again. "Tell me everything."

Neve was just about to share her theories about the Evanuris' possible locations, when the door opened.

"Why are you all here? Is Varric alright-"

Solas froze, staring at the Inquisitor, mouth slightly open. He looked on the verge of a panic attack, thought Harding and Bellara; or a heart attack, thought Davrin and Taash; or perhaps even a stroke, thought Lucanis and Neve.

Emmrich thought he looked ready to crumple on the floor and cry.

Scarlet stared back, cheeks red, then she slowly relaxed and gently said:

"Hello, Solas."

He let out an odd sound, something between a sob and a croak. Then he ran away, and they all shared looks with each other, bewildered.

They had never seen him like that. So... vulnerable. Soft. Inoffensive.

"You really tamed him, Inquisitor." Lucanis snorted, earning himself a smack on the arm from Bellara.

"Don't worry, Shy, you will catch him soon enough." Varric said, smiling at the empty space where Solas had stood. "He can't run from you anymore."

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Rook gave the Inquisitor one of the best rooms of the Lighthouse. She retired there for an hour or so to recover from her long journey, and in the meantime the other guests went to the dining room to prepare dinner.

"Do you think he's visiting her right now?" Bellara asked, smiling brightly, for she found the whole situation pretty romantic. Harding sighed, shrugging.

"Who knows. Maybe? I don't think so, to be honest. He needs to recover from the shock."

"He's probably hiding in a broom closet." Lucanis snickered while cutting the vegetables for their salad. "Or rehearsing their next conversation."

"Assuming he'll be able to speak this time." Taash mumbled, making Neve chuckle.

The door opened, and Solas entered, looking almost haggard. His eyes scanned the room, and he didn't hide his disappointment when he didn't see the Inquisitor.

It was rare for him to join them at dinner. He would usually eat his food alone, either in his room or in the library.

And it was definitely rarer for him to help them set the table, but he did so this time, making sure to choose the best plates, and placing a bowl of berries and fruits at the centre.

"Don't we have any cake?" he asked, heading to the pantry and glaring at the shelves filled with cheese, bread, and ham. "Not even sweet tarts?"

"I don't think so." Lucanis said. He raised an eyebrow when Solas went back into the dining room, a storm brewing on his face. "Is it for the Inquisitor? I could bake something special next time."

"No." Solas narrowed his eyes. "I will take care of it."

Lucanis swore in Antivan under his breath, ignoring Spite's protests to shut up and let the Dread Wolf be.

The door opened again, and this time the Inquisitor entered. Solas' demeanor changed in an instant - one moment he was a surly, grumpy old elf, the next an excited, timid puppy, looking at her with big eyes, drinking every detail of her.

"Good evening." Scarlet greeted everyone with her warm smile. She blushed when she saw Solas, and repeated, softly: "Good evening."

"Good evening, vhen- Inquisitor."

Her blush deepened, and they stood there, awkward and shy, until Emmrich took pity on them and cleared his throat.

"Lady Scarlet, dinner is almost ready. Where would you like to sit?"

"Oh, I have no preference."

She walked around the table so her back would be to the fireplace and approached the first chair on her right, but Solas anticipated her: he pulled out the chair for her and gently pushed it back until she was comfortable enough.

"Thank you," she said, smiling up at him, and his face turned pink, his eyes the biggest puppy eyes the group had ever seen.

He stood next to her, probably not sure whether she wanted him to sit at her side or not, until she noticed his weird behaviour.

"Solas, are you eating with us?"

"I... Yes."

"Then you should sit." She nodded at the chair next to her, and her smile was gentle, but also a bit amused, and he hurried to do as she said.

"Of course."

He sat down, clearly happy she had given him permission to be at her side, and they were so busy dealing with each other's close proximity, that they didn't see the look Davrin and Neve shared, nor heard Taash's snort and Lucanis' "Maker, aiutaci".

"How was your journey?" Solas asked, fidgeting with the napkin and the cutlery, his tone apparently neutral, but not really.

"Long." Scarlet sighed. "I'm not used to traversing such distances anymore. And I'm not a twenty years old Inquisitor anymore."

"You are beautiful." Solas murmured, and everyone around them froze, studying Scarlet's reaction.

Her blush reached her ears, and she breathed out a soft, flattered laugh.

"Thank you."

"Oh my." Emmrich whispered to Harding as they poured the stew - her mother's original recipe - into each dish. "He is truly smitten."

"If anyone can stop him from being an absolute ass, it's her."

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"Aren't you a cutie?"

Scarlet laughed and giggled as Assan chirped and rubbed his body against her legs, looking for pets. She gave them to him, stroking his feathers, his head, and Davrin smiled proudly at the scene.

"I have never seen a griffon before. Are they all as beautiful as you, Assan?"

A negative chirp, the little rascal puffing out his chest, and Scarlet laughed again.

Solas was standing a few paces away, also watching them, awkward and quiet, yearning for her touch. Davrin glanced at him, and his previous fears suddenly evaporated.

"Pity Solas said he might die soon."

"What?"

"What?"

The Dread Wolf went to them, his strides long and hurried, panic on his paling face.

"I never said such a thing!"

"You said I am risking his life by taking him into battle, where the Blight is." Davrin gave him a flat, cold look. "And I know you're right. I know I'm being selfish, following centuries-old traditions that make little sense to anyone who isn't a Grey Warden. But this is part of our sacrifice, of the grief we must carry."

Solas took a deep breath, visibly torn between arguing with him and not wanting to do so in front of Scarlet. But she intervened, her voice calm and solemn, and Davrin realized she must have spoken like that during her time as Inquisitor, too.

"Once the Evanuris are finally dead and the Blight is no more, you won't have to sacrifice yourselves and your companions anymore."

She stroked Assan's head, cupping his muzzle and looking into his big eyes.

"There will be finally peace, and griffons will be able to fly alongside people without fearing any corruption. Isn't that right, Assan?"

He squeaked happily, and Davrin felt a rush of gratefulness and hope invade his heart. But what most shocked him was Solas' reaction: he stared at Lady Lavellan with big, awed eyes, his expression the most stricken and softest Davrin had ever seen.

"You are right," he said to her, and the Grey Warden blinked, not believing his ears.

"I know!" She grinned at her lover, then went back to petting the griffon, while the Dread Wolf watched her as an once blind man would watch the first sunrise of his life.

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"I'm sorry, lethallan, I fear I don't understand how this works yet." Bellara fidgeted with her many pouches. "But...! Let me know if you have any ideas! Two minds are better than one, after all!"

"I'm not an expert by any means." Scarlet shrugged, turning the little elven device in her hands over and over again. "I could ask Solas, if that's alright."

"Oh." Bellara's face fell. She couldn't help it. "That would be... I don't think he would agree."

"What? Why?" Scarlet looked genuinely surprised. "Nonsense, he loves sharing knowledge and helping people learn!"

Bellara felt her face shift into a grimace, the one she would make whenever she ate something sour or her research didn't proceed as smoothly as she liked.

"I'll go look for him- oh, Solas, you're here!"

Scarlet rose from her seat as he appeared from behind the open door - had he been nearby for the whole time, watching them, waiting for her to call him!?

"Could you please help us unlock this? I fear neither me or Bellara know how it works."

"Of course."

There was a warm, pleased smile on his face. Bellara shuddered, not used to such a sight. Scarlet shared some of their theories with him, and he listened, proud and patient, soft and sweet, before gently taking the device from her hands (their fingers brushed, and they both blushed) and showing her how to activate it.

"Just like that!?" Bellara spluttered, shocked by how simple it had been. "You just needed to press it like that!?"

Scarlet gasped, curious and in awe.

"Oh, it's beautiful, it opened like a flower! What does it do?"

"It's a catalogue." Solas used a bit of magic to further activate it. "A small portable archive."

Bellara bit her lips, trying to contain herself, then she acted, unable to stop herself: she snatched the archive out of his hands and stared at every minuscule detail, overjoyed and excited.

"This is incredible! I can't wait to read everything it contains!"

She beamed at the Inquisitor, admiring her even more than before.

"Thank you, lethallan! I was going crazy over this!" She turned to Solas, giving him a flat look, which he returned.

"If only someone had deigned to explain how it worked sooner."

Bellara left, but not before turning around to see Lady Scarlet fold her arms and scold Solas with a simple, but very effective look. Bellara could almost see his ears drop and his shoulders slump.

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Lucanis sighed, rolling his eyes.

"My lady, Spite wants you to know you're very beautiful."

Scarlet smiled. He had explained his delicate situation to her, and even though she couldn't see the demon, she acted as if she could.

"Thank you, Spite."

Lucanis frowned, then growled.

"No, you little piece of garbage, I'm not telling her that!"

He grunted when Spite hit him, making his nose bleed again. Scarlet gasped, babbling something.

"Are you alright!? What happened?" Then she turned towards the door and called out: "Solas, come quickly!"

Before he could understand what was happening, Lucanis felt the Dread Wolf's hand on his head. The pressure caused by Spite's outburst vanished, and he could finally think clearly again.

"Oh. That was..." Lucanis stretched his neck. Spite was still with him, of course, but it felt as if he were sleeping, taking a much needed nap.

Scarlet beamed at Solas.

"Thank you."

Solas blushed and returned the smile. Lucanis glared at him, and the lupo had the gall to ignore him, completely enraptured by Scarlet's smile.

"Stronzo figlio di puttana, grandissimo figlio di buona donna..." the Crow muttered for the whole evening while reading on his cot in the pantry.

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"Bull would have liked you."

Taash's mouth was set in a thin line.

"Because he liked dragons, too, right?"

"Not just that. He would have loved fighting with you against one. It's clear you deeply respect them, too."

Taash glared at Solas, who was pretending to check the weapons and armors, but was actually accompanying Lady Scarlet wherever she went.

"I couldn't defeat one the other day."

"Oh, that's totally normal!" Scarlet laughed. "We couldn't defeat one in Emprise du Lion the first time we tried either! It almost burned us to a crisp, and Bull and Cole had to carry me and Solas all the way back to camp."

She giggled remembering the scene.

"Do you remember that, Solas?"

He cleared his throat.

"I do."

She laughed again, the old memories of better days making her face glow, and Solas' face as he looked at her was so sickeningly sweet, Taash felt a shiver run down their spine. They had never seen the Dread Wolf act like that.

"Is that right?" they drawled, judging him hard after their last conversation - but he had eyes for Lavellan only.

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"Thank you, Manfred. Your tea was delicious."

Manfred rattled happily, and had he been able to blush, he would have done so. Emmrich smiled at the scene.

"He thanks you in return, my lady."

"You can understand him, then?"

"Oh, yes! We hold many interesting conversations. Manfred is an excellent herbalist and alchemist."

"That's wonderful." Scarlet smiled at the skeleton, but then her expression slowly turned into something more pensive, kind of melancholy.

"Are you... happy like this, Manfred?"

He nodded, the green gems of his eyes shining brightly under the lights of Emmrich's study. Scarlet studied him for a second, then her smile returned, filled with trust.

"That's wonderful. I wish you all the best - should you need anything, just let me know, alright? Maybe I could find a way to understand you, too."

Ah, Emmrich could see why Solas loved her so much.

Manfred gurgled a "thank you, my lady", and when Emmrich raised his head to the spiral staircase, he saw Solas watching them, pining and yearning, the rage from their old conversation completely gone, replaced by wonder.

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"What about the High Reaches you marked here? I feel like they might be a good hiding place, too."

Neve scoffed despite herself. She wasn't angry at the Inquisitor, of course, but at her lover and his dreadful lack of tact and good manners.

"Solas said the Evanuris aren't hiding, but gathering more power. And that they wouldn't do that in places like this."

She raised an eyebrow when she spotted him on the railing above the library. Maker, he really followed Lady Scarlet everywhere, like a lost puppy.

"Oh." The Inquisitor looked back at the map, worried and deflated. "He's probably right. He knows how they think better than we do."

"That's...!"

Solas walked down the stairs - no, almost ran, cheeks red with embarrassment.

"Let me check, vhen- Inquisitor. Perhaps I was mistaken."

Neve's eyebrows reached her hairline.

"You mean here?" he asked, pointing at the range of mountains near Minrathous. His hand slightly hovered over Lady Scarlet's back, almost touching it.

"Yes. It's near Tevinter's capital, so I thought..."

"That is an excellent idea. Yes, they might be commanding their minions from there, close to their main objectives."

Neve snorted, not really angry and annoyed anymore. In fact, she was amused, and she realized she had found one more piece of evidence that proved how smitten, how sappy the Dread Wolf was when it came to Lady Scarlet.

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"How can you..." Harding sighed, took a deep breath, and tried again. "How can you look at him, talk with him, without feeling the urge to... to..."

She groaned, tossing a pebble into the pond in her room.

"I love him." Scarlet said, simply, softly. "I know you're very angry, Harding. I am, too. But despite all the rage, all the pain, I love him."

"I know."

Harding looked at their reflections in the shallow water. She looked grumpy, tired, a smudge of soil on her cheek. Lady Scarlet still looked a bit too pale and tired, but it was clear Solas' presence had rejuvenated her.

"If we survive all this..." Harding vaguely gestured at the air to indicate that whole mess. "What are you going to do, Inquisitor?"

"You mean...?"

"With Solas, yes."

"Oh, it's easy!" She grinned, suddenly very cheerful. "Once I save him from himself, the marriage is back on!"

She said that with so much sincerity, with so much candor and innocence, Harding couldn't help but cackle, falling backwards on the floor.

The Inquisitor laughed, too, but Harding knew she was serious, that that was indeed what she was planning to do. Always so bright and hopeful, looking for the best in every situation - one of the many reasons why people had loved her as Inquisitor.

They heard a sound just outside the door, and Scarlet sighed fondly, shaking her head.

"Eavesdropping on us? Really?" Harding said, but she was not really angry, just resigned and even amused. That stupid man couldn't stay away from Lady Lavellan for more than ten minutes, now that they were finally together again, with no more secrets between them.

"I think I'll go to sleep. Goodnight, Harding."

"Goodnight, Inquisitor." Harding gave her a lopsided, impish smile. "Sweet dreams."

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Someone knocked at her door, and she already knew who it was.

"Solas."

Scarlet smiled at him. Part of her wanted to drag him into the room and finally, finally hug him and kiss him after all those years, but she didn't wish to scare him. She could see and feel he still loved her, just as she still loved him, but she wasn't sure he was finally ready to let himself go.

"Vhenan." His voice was soft, a whisper carrying all his love and guilt and pain and adoration. "I missed you."

She swallowed her tears, but they spilled from her eyes all the same.

"Oh, Solas." Her real hand trembled as she reached out to cup his cheek. He leaned into her touch, sighing happily, never breaking eye contact. "I missed you, too."

"I want..." He took a deep breath. "There are memories scattered around the Lighthouse and the Crossroads. Scenes from my past. I want you to see them, all of them."

Eyes wide, she could just stare at him, at a loss for words. He rested his hand upon hers, clearly determined, fully resolved to finally share everything with her, the good and the bad, Fen'Harel included.

"I do not deserve your forgiveness nor your love." His hand on hers trembled, and a tear ran down his cheek. "But I love you, vhenan. I always will. If the world truly is going to end, if we won't survive this, I wish to die by your side."

He smiled, that sweet smile he had for her only.

"But should we survive this second catastrophe, too, I wish to walk with you wheresoever you desire, to share everything with you, to live with you. Not as Fen'Harel, not as a god of rebellion, but as Solas." His lips quivered. "Your Solas."

She sobbed, a luminous smile on her face. She nodded and a "yes" had barely left her mouth, when he stepped forward and crashed his lips against hers, holding her tightly. He peppered her face with kisses, smiling as well, their laughter and giggles filling the corridor, before scooping her up into his arms and entering the bedroom, their hearts the lightest they had ever been, soaring with hope and love.

[violetjedisylveon]

Shadowpeach AU, where Macaque is Lady Bone Demon's creation, that falls in love with Wukong...

LBD created Macaque to heal from almost any injury (the only way to permanently kill Macaque, is to completely destroy his body)...

When Wukong gave Macaque the eye injury (that would have killed other creatures), Macaque quickly healed + Macaque says some cold things, before leaving guilty Wukong with the pilgrims...

Macaque traveled across the world + adopted Bai He (who also had dark powers) + Lady Bone Demon possesses Bai He, to mess with her traitorous creation...

Macaque desperately tries to save Bai He from LDB + eventually teams up with MK's Team, to do this (while giving Wukong the cold shoulder)... 💙

Don't you just hate it when your precision crafted champion of destiny is a raging homosexual?

LBD probably didn't even give him an actual name, just called him Champion and called it a day.

He probably got that name from someone like Wukong or one of his other friends, or he just let them assume that was his name and was too self conscious to say that his name is actually Champion.

Macaque is a creature of bone and shadows, and still very much outside the natural order of things, so he's still a celestial primate, the universe just let LBD do the hard carry on making him, gave him his powers and set up things so that he'd be taken away from LBD eventually.

LBD's not a good parent, but when he was young and perfect, he thought she was, until the first time he failed her, when he strayed too far and met an other monkey like him, LBD's always told him he's unique and one of a kind. And his wanting to know more about this monkey drew him to break away from his "mother's" plans.

Shenanigans happened, boom gay monkeys.

LBD's pissed at him in only the ways an abusive parent can be.

Macaque taking a killing blow and literally walking it off like it's a flesh wound is great. Just flips Wukong off(or whatever the Tang dynasty equivalent is) and leaves.

The thing about Bai He, imma have a little fun with it.

After Macaque ran out on her, LBD needed a replacement, so she started making one, using the same materials she used to make Macaque, she made Bai He, though her second champion turned out to be much weaker than expected, it wasn't a true celestial primate like her previous champion, it was a one eared disappointment who couldn't even properly open a shadow. The infant still has it's uses.

Naturally, Macaque hears of LBD making plans for her new failed champion and needs to save it from her. So he goes to the pilgrims for help

Macaque: *rushing in through the shadows* Great Monk I need your help! Wukong: *confused as fuck* Mac-? *gets shoved out of the way* Macaque: My creator tried to recreate me and it's a baby and she's planning to use it for something terribly evil and I wanna save it.

And so they do go help and this is where LBD gets sealed, Tripitaka uses Macaque's power to help seal it for extra security, making it so he's the only one who could ever fully free her. Not that the bone bitch can't find a way around that, she's got a lot of time to wait and plot.

Macaque peaces out before any questions can be asked with his new baby sister, he gives her the name Bai He after her favorite flowers and it's dad-bro Macaque time!

Cause they're technically siblings, but he's functional Bai He's dad. They both mockingly refer to LBD as "the old bitch" and if anyone asks, they just answer vaguely that it's their mom, no one usually has follow up questions.

Bai He does have many questions about the other monkey she sees hanging around near them sometimes, and why they're always so quick to leave when he shows up.

Wukong's trying to get some answers from his ex mate meanwhile Macaque just wants to put his past in the dirt with LBD and raise his sister. Wukong stops chasing them after DBK is sealed.

This whole experience is very confusing for Wukong, his now ex mate walked off a killing blow like it was nothing, said his creator is making another one of him and that she's evil, and she turns out to be one of the worst demon's he's faced and very abusive towards Mihou when they confronted her, then once she's defeated Mihou takes the baby monkey she made and vanishes. Man just wants some answers damnit.

And answers, he shan't get.

By the time that the Mayor gets ahold of the skeleton key, LBD's figured out a way for part of her essence to escape her tomb, she takes control of DBK, causes all that drama in the city, which incidentally causes Bai He to get lost and separated from her dad.

She was very easy for the Mayor to find in the wreckage afterwards.

Bai He is held hostage by Mayor and LBD, she's not as tough as her dad and could be killed. Mayor drags macaque to LBD's tomb after revealing he has his kid and his mother would like to speak with him. Bai He's life is threatened and he's forced to release LBD, and as punishment for his treason against her, LBD uses the child he did it all for as a host.

Macaque is forced to work for her until he can get free, and help save the day, he had never attacked any of the monkie kids up until that part, but Wukong does make a few snide remarks about being back under his master's control and being her pet again, things he knows Macaque hates being called but he's in a pissy mood.

At the Samadhi fire, macaque angrily shouts how he wouldn't have done any of this is his daughter wasn't being used as a host for the bitch, Wukong remembers the baby and connects it to the girl he saw on new years, and feels real dumb, it's not his fault really he hasn't seen the kid that much.

Macaque urges Wukong not to fight her alone, because LBD is going to use him to hurt everyone he loves like she's using his kid.

I needa wrap this up and go to sleep so I'll end it there.

Thanks for asking!

[chickenkurage]

“I’m here” (The Alan Association Fanfiction)

Summary: Noogai notices something about Kit. Or recently, Kit has been hearing from the other Alan's that he sleeps too much. Which causes him to feel more self-conscious with his problem....

Tag/s: Comfort no Hurt, Fluff

*~*

Kit: Cursor Alan

Vee: Teen Alan

Feathers: Duck Alan

Noogai: Artificial Intelligence Alan

Snow: Creator Stickman Alan

Oji: Farmer Alan

Ascent: Ascension to Godhood Alan

Author: Reality Warped Alan

*~*

“Oh! We should wish for a gaming room so we can all have fun! Not going to lie, the living room is a mess,” Vee huffed, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration. 

Beside him, Author was deeply engrossed in balancing cards on the table. His focus was so sharp he hadn’t uttered a single word since earlier, completely absorbed in his task.

“That would mean we’d have to use the fourth floor,” Feathers sighed, slumping lazily against Oji, who was holding him with one arm while moving gracefully around the kitchen island, preparing lunch. “It’s tiring to go up and down just for that.”

The kitchen was spacious, but with seven people crammed into it, it felt more than a little crowded. Vee had dragged in his painting chair from the living room just so he could sit beside Noogai, who was quietly observing the chaos around him without a word.

Kit sat between Snow and Author. Snow was slouched over the kitchen island, absently watching Oji cook and occasionally glancing at Author, who was still laser-focused on his growing tower of cards.

“Ascent should come as well,” Vee added enthusiastically, his voice carrying through the chatter. Kit wanted to agree, but a strange lethargy crept over him. The warm, lazy atmosphere of the day made him feel like napping. On days like this, curling up somewhere cozy felt irresistible.

“I still don’t think Ascent is real,” Feathers muttered, earning a snort from Snow.

Vee puffed out his cheeks, pouting dramatically. “Guys! He is real! Kit wasn’t lying!” he whined, waving his arms around in exasperation. Noogai reached over and gently patted his head, a quiet gesture of reassurance.

“I believe you,” Noogai said softly, his calm voice cutting through the noise.

Vee beamed. “See? Even Noogai believes me! I told you, Ascent is real. He just comes at night, that’s all.”

He turned to Kit, who had been staring absently off into space. “Right, Kit? Last night, he was here too! We even played some games—it was so fun! And, weirdly enough, he’s really good at them,” Vee huffed, crossing his arms.

Why is the older man good at everything? It was almost unfair.

“I’m not saying we don’t believe you,” Oji chimed in, his voice steady as he set Feathers down on the counter. The duck-like creature waddled across the countertop, looking perfectly at home. “But maybe you should ask him to drop by in the morning so we can meet him too.”

Vee frowned, his lips curling into a pout. “He says he’s really busy, though.”

Snow leaned back slightly, drawing Vee’s attention. “I also want to talk to him. I believe Ascent is real. After all, I’ve already met his DJ,” Snow said, his tone casual but his expression slightly flustered.

“You did?” Feathers asked, snapping his head up to look at Snow, who flushed pink. He shrugged half-heartedly, his usual confidence wavering, before burying his face in his arms again.

Oji’s face lit up, visibly delighted. “I’m glad you’re coming out of your shell more, Snow,” he said warmly.

Snow ducked his head even lower, his face growing redder as he tried to disappear into his arms. Vee giggled softly at the sight, clearly amused by Snow’s embarrassment.

Meanwhile, Kit watched the scene unfold, a strange, warm feeling blooming in his chest. It was comforting, almost nostalgic, and it only made him feel sleepier. He longed to stretch out in the living room and nap, but the thought of leaving everyone here made him hesitate.

He sighed, pouting slightly, before noticing Noogai staring at him from across the room. Arms crossed, Noogai seemed to be silently trying to communicate something. Kit squinted, trying to decipher the unspoken message, but when nothing came to mind, he simply shrugged and turned his attention back to Author.

The card tower had grown impressively tall now, so much so that Author was on his feet, carefully placing the final card at the very top.

“Author, if that card falls, I am not helping you pick it up,” Vee whined, crossing his arms as he shot Author a pointed look.

Author grinned confidently, his fingers poised over the precarious stack. “Relax, little me, I’m a pro at this!” He winked at Vee, who only responded with a pout.

Vee wasn’t buying it. The last time Author had decided to show off his “pro” stacking skills, it involved a tower of canned beans. The table—complete with a glass top—had paid the price when the tower tipped over, shattering the glass and leaving a colossal mess for everyone to clean up. They’d had to request a replacement table, and the memory of that disaster was still fresh in Vee’s mind.

Author, however, seemed proud of the incident. After all, it was the first time he had managed to stack so many cans before the inevitable collapse.

Kit blinked, momentarily distracted. Was it just him, or did the lights in the kitchen seem dimmer? He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear his vision. Maybe he was turning into one of the other Alans… Did this mean he needed glasses too?

But that didn’t make sense. He wasn’t human—he was a cursor. Or, well… he used to be a cursor! Glasses seemed unnecessary for someone like him.

Still, his eyelids felt heavy, and the faint shadows in his vision didn’t help. He sighed, a sleepy haze starting to settle over him. Deep down, he knew he should probably just lie down somewhere—maybe even right there on the floor—just in case another wave of exhaustion hit him.

“Kit.”

The quiet voice broke through his sleepy thoughts. Kit turned his head to find Noogai watching him intently. Unlike the others, who were still busy in their own conversations—Vee and Author were on the verge of bickering, Oji and Feathers were chatting near the stove, and Snow was napping on the counter—Noogai seemed focused entirely on him.

“Yeah?” Kit tilted his head, trying to decipher the meaning behind Noogai’s stare. There was something in his expression, something unspoken that Kit couldn’t quite place. “Is something wrong?” he asked, second-guessing himself.

“I think you know what,” Noogai replied, finally standing up from his seat.

Vee noticed the movement and turned to him, confused. “Where are you going?” he asked, his brow furrowing as Noogai motioned for Kit to stand up.

“I have a patient to take care of,” Noogai said calmly, his quiet voice carrying an air of finality.

Vee frowned, glancing at Kit before nodding in understanding. “Okay!” he said simply, before turning his attention back to Author, who had briefly paused to watch the exchange before resuming his card-stacking.

Kit flushed, his face heating up as he followed Noogai. “What’s the meaning of this? Did I not tell you to not tell them?” he half-whined, his voice dropping to a whisper as they reached the stairs.

Noogai walked just behind him, close enough to catch him if he stumbled. “I didn’t tell them anything,” Noogai replied, tilting his head slightly. “I only said you needed me.”

Kit huffed quietly, his embarrassment growing as they made their way up the staircase. Noogai’s presence was steady and reassuring, but it didn’t stop Kit from feeling self-conscious. By the time they reached Kit’s room, he was practically burying his face in his hands.

The room was small and dimly lit, with only a tall lamp in the corner casting a soft glow. The bed was neatly made and clearly unused..

Noogai motioned for Kit to lie down. “I understand you’re embarrassed to sleep when the others are around,” he said, his tone calm and matter-of-fact.

“And I’ve seen what your room looks like, and I don’t understand why it’s just a couch and a rug.”

Kit pouted as he flopped onto the bed, his limbs heavy with exhaustion. “But the couch feels nice, and It’s so hard to design my room,,” he half whined, blinking tiredly at Noogai.

Noogai sat down in the chair beside the bed, his expression calm but firm. 

“I expected you to put your health first,” he said, his voice carrying a quiet authority. “I could see you almost falling asleep earlier. What if you had fallen?”

Kit frowned, averting his gaze as a faint blush crept across his cheeks. “Sorry…” he muttered, his voice small and apologetic.

Noogai was silent for a moment before reaching out to place a hand gently on Kit’s head. “I’m here to help if that’s the case. Next time, follow your protocol,” he said softly.

Kit nodded, a small pout still on his lips. But when Noogai began to pet his hair, his pout melted into a small, contented smile.

“How about you sleep?” Noogai suggested, his voice low and soothing. “I’ll wake you up when you’re ready.”

“Will you stay?” Kit asked, blinking up at him with wide, owlish eyes.

Noogai nodded. “Alright.”

Kit’s face lit up with a grin as he clapped his hands together, the weight of his exhaustion finally giving way to a sense of comfort.

[youandmedead]

𝕽𝖊𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝕬𝖙 𝕷𝖆𝖘𝖙 -𝕷𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖙 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Warnings: Swearing, blood, angst, basic vampire shit, rushed ending, Potentially ooc (been a while since I’ve watched QOTD)

Synopsis: (Y/n) finally reunites with their creator after so many years of deep slumber.

Notes: (!GN READER!) This'll be based off of Movie Queen of the Damned Lestat.

Some could claim that this Oneshot is a massive cliché…they would be right by that but I had an idea and rolled with it 🤷

The darkness that the night brought engulfed the sky making it bleak and misery induced. However despite the time, the streets of the vast city were still bustling and the kaleidoscopic street lights shun down to the Earth below and illuminated everything that was within a close proximity of them.

As (y/n) sat upon one of the tallest billboards and watched all of those wretched souls below, they couldn’t help but ponder over the idea about what life would have been like if they had not met him…if they had not been turned to the creature that they were today. (Y/n) drew their knees up to their chest and let out a deep sigh, they were always so conflicted over the emotions that they held for the now not so mysterious stranger that yearned so much for companionship.

At first Lestat had scared them, at that time it was either become a vampire and be his companion for years to come or die right on the spot and as fear coiled around their very being and held them in its vice like grip (y/n) panicked and accepted the vampire’s offer. Throughout those few couple of years, fear was the only drive in the relationship between the two…(Y/n)'s constant worry over displeasing their creator grew and grew as he became more powerful. However, not so long after that their views changed, he asked (y/n) about their life before he turned them and soon in turn, he opened up about his life both before he met you and before he also became a vampire....he became more thoughtful and a strange sense of twisted sweetness seemed to have possessed him. Love and fondness was beginning to bloom in their chest….perhaps they were crazy and perhaps they were not. They had constantly yearned for him, until one day the emotions that (y/n) held for Lestat were strangely reciprocated. They spent their days hunting, playing music together, and exploring the world.

Yet soon after Lestat disappeared and entered his great slumber the vampire (y/n) grew lonesome and eventually they too took to rest for many, many years up until the early 2000s.

~

Now it has been 3 years since they have awoken and they still have not seen the man who they held conflicted emotions for, in person. Whenever they had explored the ‘new’ world since their awaken (y/n) has saw his face along with a group of others plastered upon every biggest city’s billboards, much like the very one they were sitting on (one of which held a platform that ran against it).

They adjusted themselves and lay down with an arm propping up their head and an arm covering their eyes all whilst humming a song that had became increasingly popular since their great slumber came to an end. They felt themselves drift off into thought about the old days until they heard a startling creak and a vast rock of the ledge, which balanced on the billboard.

"Well, well, well…it seems that it was far less difficult to track you down. How are you…my little (Y/n)?”

(Y/n) bolted up and looked in the direction where that oh so familiar voice came from. Their eyes were blurry due to the adjustment but they knew almost automatically that it was him.

Lestat.

“Holy shit…” (Y/n) hauled themselves up and rubbed their eyes once again to get rid of the blur, “Is it really you?”

A slight chuckled escapes his lips, “Why of course…who else could it possibly be? You don’t see many who have as charming looks as I.”

They smirk and shrug, “Meh, you could be some poser.”

They walk towards Lestat’s towering figure and look up gazing into his eyes, “I think I may need some evidence that it is really the man you claim to be.”

Lestat gives a deep chuckled and hooks a finger underneath (Y/n)’s chin, it seemed as if he was staring straight into their soul…looking for something in particular.

“You gonna do something or not?” (Y/n) whispers, anticipation coursing through them.

He teasingly leans in further, his breath tickling their skin.

“Patience little one,” he replies.

He pulls them in further until both their lips are just barely touching, believing he would make the move (Y/n) closed their eyes and waited patiently, until he backed off suddenly. After they opened their eyes they were met with a sly smirk by Lestat.

They rolled their eyes tutting and whispered, “Asshole.”

There relief was almost instantly replaced by a sense of rage leaking venomously from the cavern, in which they tried to lock these thoughts and emotions away.

“Now, now…is that any way to greet me after so many years?”

Rage coursed through their being and they pushed Lestat out of the way, “It is considering you abandoned me…and then as soon as you awoke you replaced me,” (Y/n) then maliciously grinned and raised their hands up mockingly, “But then again that is on me, I should have knew that would’ve happened considering the way you went on back then.”

Lestat stayed quiet for a moment his smirk now faded away.

“Despite you complaining about betrayal and abandonment from those you loved and cared you still did it to the person who stuck by your side the longest….fucking rat bastard, after everything I’ve done for you?!”

(Y/n) paced closer towards him, fangs now being bared and a hand prepared to strike. Their right hand was prepared to slash his face until he caught it almost instantly, his grip growing tighter by the second.

They growled, “Fuck you, Lestat…”

They sighed and eventually the male vampire loosened his grip on their wrist, “The thing that pisses me off the most is that I can’t bring myself to hate you, even after all of the shit you’ve pulled.”

He placed a finger under (Y/n)’s chin again and forced them to look him in the eyes, “I am so sorry Mon Cher,” he rested his forehead upon the other vampire’s, “It was wrong of me to have just left you there.”

“Damn right it was,” they whispered, emotion overwhelming them.

Lestat leaned in and kissed them, an exchange of emotion flowing between the two. Lestat did not feel regret, that feeling was no longer as much of a role in his newly found and attained nature, however he must admit that he felt some form relief when he came across (y/n) after so many years. In addition to this (Y/n) felt a range of emotions coursing through them also; ones of which they knew would cause harm and they craved to act upon them however they also craved companionship once again…they knew that the man that stood before them and kissed them with such passion had them wrapped around his finger.

One of the main things that Lestat was talented at, was reeling his play things back in when he felt was necessary and on his own accord.

(Y/n) quickly reeled themselves back and gripped onto the collar of Lestat’s leather trench coat and looked down, “I just…”

Lestat took (Y/n)’s chin in his index finger and thumb and tilted their head up, making sure they looked him directly in the eyes, “I know it’s been a long time and I’m prepared to make up for all of that lost time mon Cher…nothing can excuse what I have done to you, I don’t expect you to forgive me right away…” he broke eye contact and look at the floor for a moment, “But if you do eventually find it within your heart, I will be eternally grateful and vow to never leave your side again.”

(Y/n) rested their forehead upon Lestat’s chest and they sighed in defeat. “I’m pissed you know? You randomly show up after all these years, famous and all the arm candy you could yearn for…” they slowly raise their head up a grit their teeth, “But what hurts even more is that you awoke much earlier than I thought and never bothered to come look for me! You didn’t even care if I was alive or not…you just never fucking cared in general.” Ripping their hands away from the man that had abandoned them so long ago, (y/n) took a step back and ran a hand through their hair, taking a deep breath they tried their utmost best to remain composed. Unfortunately, tears were brimming in their eyes and the sensation of weakness began to settle in - they hated it. Being vulnerable in front of someone was not in their nature, however within these circumstances their carefully crafted mask began to slip.

Lestat levitated towards (Y/n) and spoke quietly into their ear, “It’s okay to let your mask slip you know?”

(Y/n) whipped around and glared at him, "Are you also aware of that?"

He stays silent for a moment, “I know that you hold conflicted opinions mon Cher,” they grew closer and closer to them and tilted their chin up once more using his index finger, “Just please…”

They looked into his eyes and sighed heavily, “It’ll take time,”

Lestat’s eyes widened slightly at that statement.

“But don’t you dare be taking this lightly Lestat,” Y/n warned, “The things you’ve done would be irreparable to some, so be lucky that I’m giving you this opportunity to earn my forgiveness.”

They gave Lestat a stern glare, “Understand?”

The male vampire nods and takes one of their hands in his, he brushed the back of it with his thumb and speaks, “