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Medin was thirsty. One of the first times he'd been allowed out on his own to run an errand - Wen was still a little overprotective of him, and after the way his "owner" had treated him, Medin actually rather appreciated it. It just got... suffocating, from time to time. Though he'd proven that overprotectiveness was needed. He was supposed to get some herbs that Wen needed. What he'd actually ended up doing was chase after a butterfly (a rare and exotic species that was rarely observed in the wild, to be fair!), then promptly get distracted by some species of plant he'd yet to see in the woods. And now he was in the desert. He still wasn't sure how that happened. A wave of relief comes over him, however, when he spots the stranger on a rock. He was saved! Well, probably. "Hello there!" Medin’s grin is bright as he starts jogging towards the smilon - completely unaware of the danger he was fast approaching. The sudden burst of movement and sand is too quick for him to react to.

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The rocky expanse of the valley was surprisingly desolate today, the occasional breeze brushed up the stray flecks of sand peppered across its smooth, sandstone surface. The blazing sun beat down onto the cracked land below, which steadily soaked up its heated rays. For an outsider, the air would have been thick, dry and heavy to breathe without the aid of constant water, which was hard to come by in these parts having mostly been claimed by the parched land itself. 

Vek’khura liked it this way. To him the air was clear and fresh, easy to draw into his lungs. The stone was warmed and sturdy, perfectly comfortable for walking on barefoot and of course there was the breeze. It was light and occasional but the wispy coolness creeping across his soft, feathery scales was more than welcomed. 

He carried his spear in one hand and held a woven basket on his shoulder with the other, its coarse, rough texture rubbing uncomfortably against his skin in the heat as he trekked across the land. He kept his eyes mostly on the scenery infront of him, doing his best to avoid any unnecessary rubbing and irritation.

Having finally arrived at his destination, he found a protruding rock to take seat on and set his basket on the ground alongside his spear. Idly rubbing his shoulder and stretching before reaching down to retrieve his water skin from his side. 

He raised the flask to his split lips, surveying the area between sips, both of which he neglected doing on the long walk to the valley. Its not like he was in a rush, though he’d rather get the long walk out of the way before taking his leisurely time on the gathering itself. He withdrew the flask entirely when movement caught his eye, wiping a stray trickle of water from his chin as he turned to inspect the source. 

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There he go 

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Shipping Headcanons! Send Numbers & Ships!

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Who cooks?

Who’s the messiest? The cleanest?

Who fixes the vehicle after a breakdown?

Living space has a leak! Who fixes it?

Who buys the groceries?

Going out to eat: Who pays? Who orders the most food? And who has dessert?

Would they go to the beach?

Who knows how to swim? Who doesn’t?

Is someone multilingual? Do they try to teach another language to the other? How does it go?

Any pets? Or plants?

Baths or showers? Together or separate? Any bubbles or bubble fights?

Can they stand silence? Who talks the most? Who talks the least?

Who stays up late? Who sleeps the most? Does the other have to force them to sleep/wake up?

Who is the highest maintenance? Does the other mind?

Vacation ideas: who decides them? Where would they go, if anywhere?

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How often do they have sex, if at all?

Who brings ideas? Who initiates?

Any kinks they clash on?

Oddest place they’d have sex?

Favourite positions?

Dom/top? Sub/bottom? Any switches?

Genital headcanons?

Favourite erogenous zones?

Quickest turn ons? Immediate turn offs?

First to orgasm? Last to orgasm? Who comes the most? Does someone ever end up unfinished?

Favourite romantic gestures during sex/orgasm?

How are their afterglows?

Who’s loud? Who’s quiet? Does one try to make the other louder/quieter? How?

Lights on or off? Do they look at each other? Or is someone embarrassed?

Open or closed relationship? Do they sometimes share?

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Rage

“Chrysanthos?” The man utters a low, derisive snort. "You wanna know why they make him wear that muzzle? Because he's an animal. That’s what he is, that’s what he always will be.” Wen freezes in his seat, the words of the man beside him ringing in his head.  Chrysanthos – an animal? This man knew nothing of Chrysanthos, nothing of who he was underneath the mask, nothing of his motivations or beliefs or the little mannerisms that had endeared him to the wendigo. A surge of impossible anger gives him enough strength to twist in his seat, grabbing the collar of the man who had spoken. A single hand easily lifts him from the floor, Wen’s eyes narrowing dangerously. “He’s not an animal,” he corrects sharply, angrily, a low growl in his voice. Even as he speaks, the flesh on his face visibly begins to rot. His skull deforms, tearing away at the already weak flesh; the horns on his head elongates, his body lengthens, and his voice gains an almost ethereal quality. “You want to see a real animal? Take a good, long look.” Empty eye sockets flash red with anger, his fingers sharpening into claws, pressing just deep enough into the man’s skin to draw a drop of crimson blood and a terrified gasp - - And the anger drains as suddenly as it came. Wen’s human form snaps back into place, flesh knitting itself back together and forming into a stricken, upset expression. “I-I’m sorry.” That… wasn’t like him. He was more pained than he had thought, was letting the pain affect him more than he’d thought. And - He didn’t know Chrysanthos either, did he? The universe had changed around him, made it so the two had never met – for all he knew, that meant Chrys was different, too. He couldn’t treat the two as one and the same… Wen bursts outside. He needed air. He spends the rest of his time wandering aimlessly, lost in a maelstrom of thoughts and conflict. He doesn’t even realise where he’s ended up until a soft bark prompts him to look up – he’d wandered into… a sort of animal shelter, it seemed? And a Doberman was barking away at him, oblivious, pawing at the cage it was in. Despite himself, Wen allows himself a soft smile as he approaches and allows it to sniff curiously at his hand. Then with a happy bark, it starts licking away at him, prompting a slightly larger smile. Perhaps he wouldn’t be all that  alone after all.

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The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping I dreamt I held you in my arms When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken So I hung my head, and I cried There's still a hope here, hidden within me That times of old will bloom anew That all those shattered dreams will become true And let this broken soul renew

So I finally looked up the whole song, and I just…. 

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At First Sight

Wen's steps slowed as he approached the shop. Everything looked so familiar; it was all too easy to imagine that he would step in and once again be greeted with that same warm look. For a brief moment he envisioned stepping in and being wrapped in strong arms by the smaller man, held close and comforted. The image is enough to make him stop and shut his eyes briefly, shuddering and swallowing back the pain. A glance into the window. Wen held his breath for a moment; for just the briefest of instances, it felt like nothing had changed. Everything looked the same. All he needed was to walk in and call out with his usual smile and everything would be okay... Only he knew that wouldn’t be the case. Wen sighs softly, pushing the door open and stepping in.

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Dreams and Memories

His name. Wen's fingers hesitated over the canvas, fingers trembling. He couldn’t remember the name of the man he loved, the name of the man whose familiar eyes stared back at him from the canvas. His memories were fading from him, slipping from his grasp; he remembered enough to paint brilliant amber eyes, the smile his heart ached to see again, the hair he'd woven his fingers through countless times. But the name faded away every time he reached for it. His hold to the fading reality was tenuous to begin with; he'd known since the beginning. Grasping for memories was like grasping for water; his memories slipped through the fingers of his mind each time he looked, giving him the briefest of glimpses into a life he'd once had. Just like a dream. Wen had put off seeing the man for almost a week, now. He was afraid. Afraid to see eyes that wouldn't look at him the way they once did, afraid to see eyes that would no longer recognise him… Afraid that he’d lose him forever, if he didn’t do things right. Wen's fingers brush against dried paint. It was almost tempting to let the memories slip – to forget the pain and loss and allow himself a new life. He refused to contemplate the thought. There was one thing he knew for sure, despite everything that had happened. Sometimes, the pain was worth it.

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Paradigm Shift

However when he actually spots the monster, there's an empty look in the male's eyes. He's practically a statue, slumped over and motionless.

NS-6 quickly makes his way over and sits onto the bench. He makes sure not to plop down just in case the wood isn't that sturdy. At first the bot is sure not to invade his friend's space, instead gently asking, "Wen? What's wrong?" "Wrong?" Wen's a little confused, at first. He could barely remember making the plans to meet the bot; it felt like so long ago... Only a reminder in a notepad had prompted him to come here.

"N-nothing. I just... Had a dream, is all." Wen shifts uncomfortably. "...Just a dream." NS-6 tilts his head.

"A dream? What happened in it that's got you so troubled?" The bot pauses for a moment, then holds out an arm. "You look like you need a hug." "I do," Wen admits, leaning slightly into NS-6. He lets out a long, low sigh.

"It was a beautiful dream." Wen's eyes were downcast, and his smile sad. "And it felt so very, very real, Enes, every second of it. He was... beautiful. You should have seen him - he burned with a brilliant flame and drew me towards him like a moth. I loved him - god, I love him. I couldn't have asked for anyone better. He was always there for me, even though he would never admit it, and he rarely smiled but when he did... it was like watching the stars. All the beauty of the universe contained in his smile. He hated puns, but he made them just to see me grin. He was smart, and kind in ways that he wouldn't admit..."

"He wasn't a perfect man. He killed, to protect his home and family - but more often than not when I was around he'd just shoot them in the leg. He knew I hated death. He loved my massages and would just melt under my fingers when I gave them to him, we'd watch movies together and he'd be the shoulder for me to lean on. He cared so much about his work, too; he was absolutely dedicated to it. In many ways I admired it, even if it made him a little distant. I didn't mind it. I enjoyed just watching him work, the concentration etched on his face, the brief smile he'd shoot me every now and then..."

"Then s-something changed. I don't know what it was, but what felt like reality just... dropped away from underneath me. It hurt, Enes, it felt like a part of my very being was being ripped from my soul. I know he's real, but he won't know me, and... I don't think he'd love me. Not anymore."

Wen lets out a shuddering breath. He'd been crying while he was talking, and now he knew why. "Something's changed. I don't know what. I don't think he knows me anymore, or remembers. I-It's just a dream, but it feels-"

A thought strikes him. "Enes... I need to know if you see anything on my back." He pulls away, turns, lifting his shirt. There, on his skin, lies the mark of a single wing. The edges are jagged, as if it had been torn. It's fitting that, while not perfect, the guy seems like such a dream. Enes gets lost in it himself, chuckling at the part regarding the puns.

Then the mood changes. The bot's circuits crackle as anxiousness sweeps through him. He frowns. He didn't lose what Wen had, yet he can feel a small inkling of a pain. All those lovely memories experienced in full and then suddenly washed away...

To think... how would he feel if everything with Exa was suddenly a dream? No only would their romance be revoked, but he'd be back on the station, living a meager life and left to mentally rot. It was scary.

No wonder Wen was so distraught. Enes holds him, giving the silent promise that he won't let go until his buddy requests it.

Wen requests it far sooner than thought, but that's alright.~

Enes exhales a sudden, hot breath when he sees the tattoo. "Oh, it's a jagged wing tatto. It's neat! Where'd you get it?" Wen drops the shirt at the revelation and makes a low, keening sound - a desperate, pained cry, dropping down and curling up into a small, shaking ball. He's sobbing openly now, not at all trying to mask the tears; he'd been hoping he was wrong, that the dream had been just a dream despite the strength of his feelings, but this...

Eventually, after the sobs had died down enough, Wen speaks again. His voice is very, very small, as if he had to force the words from his mouth. "I didn't-"

He stops, shuddering briefly in a quiet sob. "I didn't. It appeared on my back in the dream, the first time I experienced pure happiness, the first time we trusted each other enough to share our bodies. It... opened something up inside of me, let me connect to others, to heal injuries by making them my own. It was a connection to the fabric of reality, but more than anything else, it was a connection to him."

"The thing is... there were two wings." Wen's voice is almost inaudible now. "I hoped it was just a dream, that the things I 'knew' were just... impressions left behind. They're not; I'm still connected, I can still feel him, I know he's real, that he exists, that...that he doesn't remember me."

He uncurls, and the look he gives Enes is anguished, pained. He hiccups softly. "Enes, I... I don't know what to do. I- I think we both knew what was going to happen before it did. The last night, the night before the shift, he didn't work like he usually would have. He just held me in his arms, and I held him, and the moment felt so... final. He has his mind's eye and I had my wings, and I think we both felt the shift coming. Neither of us would acknowledge it, but we knew. A change in reality that big, anyone connected enough can feel it, even if we didn't know what would happen."

"I just..." He looks at Enes again, hopelessly lost. "...I don't know what to do." The enthusasm fades as soon as it comes, disappearing completely the moment it is revealed there was supposed to be two wings. Enes felt like his presence was pointless. There was only one who could tell him that everything was going to be alright and really, really mean it.

If only that were possible.

The bot sighs. No matter what processes he runs, nothing he can think to say seems good enough. Defeated, he simply stands and offers his touch to Wen. If nothing else, he will be someone to hold his poor friend. It won't make things better - it might even make things worse - but it's worth a shot.

"I wish I could say I did." He said. "I'm sorry. You..." The bot experiences a crackle in his vocals - a new sensation. "...of all people, don't deserve this." Wen pulls Enes into another hug, gripping tight as though the bot was his lifeline, still crying softly. "N-neither does he," he says, his voice pained. "He was happy, Zac. He was lonely before, even though he hid it well; he'd been alone for seven hundred years until we met and I gave him a terrible, terrible thank you card." He almost smiles at the memory - almost.

"Now he's lonely again. I can feel it, and the worst part is that this time I don't know if there's anything I can do about it - I can't help right now, not the way I could before. I can be a friend, but not the man that brings him breakfast, not the man that can make him smile just by grinning stupidly at him, not the man that would join him in a perfect duet on the piano and then kiss him afterwards..."

"...We were happy, and now... now he's not. It's not the same anymore. I don't know if he'll ever smile that way again, that smile of trust and love."

"I just... I just want to see him smile again." The hug is reciprocated, of course. "You two sounded cute." Enes says.

Probably an awful thing to say, but the way Wen describes it just lent wonderful visuals in the bot's mind. What point did the world have in taking away such a perfect set up? NS-6 rubs the back of Wen's head.

"Maybe not." He says. "But you can still be that person he needs, be it friend or lover. Maybe he will smile the same way."

Maybe towards someone else. Enes keeps his mouth shut, regarding that. Instead, he squeezes Wen against him. "You come tell me if you need someone to hug or talk to, alright? This can't be easy, but you're not in it alone." "I can." Wen's voice is still quiet, but when he speaks again, it's a little stronger. "I will. I- I'm not sure I can look at him easily, at first, but... I can try. He deserves that much."

He remains silent about the rest, appreciative but unsure. "Just don't forget to take care of yourself in the meantime, Wen." Enes says. Wen reaches back to the mark on his back. He doesn't say a word at first, his expression momentarily lost. "I can't be hurt any more than I already am." He gives Enes a sad, pained smile. "I'll be fine." Enes frowns. He wants to press the topic more, but doing so now would be a bit tactless. Instead, he rests a hand on Wen's back.

"I'll be keeping an eye on you, either way." He smiles. "You deserve that much." “…Thanks, Enes.” “You’re welcome, buddy.”

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the character death I’ll never get over

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Stargazer

The stars were absolutely beautiful. It had taken Wen a long time to notice them. He'd never really bothered looking, before; he'd seen them, but he hadn't looked - hadn't given much thought to the points of light that speared the sky. This time, something had changed in him, an impulse had caused him to turn his head to the sky and look. And it was breathtaking. Every speck of light was so much more, and baffled Wen that it had escaped his notice before. It made him feel small; to think that every star out there held a power that was as blazing and bright as the sun that lit up the sky, to think that each held the potential for life, to think of all the possibilities that the universe held... The sky was light again before he realized he had lain down in the grass to stare up at the sky, taking in everything he could see.

--- ...It was strange to say it, looking back, but that one moment had effectively changed his perspective. It was the day he had sold his home to own a business of his own - the day he acknowledged that there were risks he would have to take to have the life he wanted. He'd seen all the possibilities and potential living in the stars, after all.

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He'd calmed. A little. The bodies around him still made him nervous, but - quick, deep breaths - he was calming. His body shifts back, slowly, to the vaguely human form he'd been in before his transformation - white skin, black eyes, black hair... When he's done, he nods. "Y-yeah." He looks up at Chrysanthos, his body still half-hidden behind the robot. "T-thank you..."

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He gave the two a quick but attentive look up and down before he rose from his position behind the table and slipped his rifle strap over his shoulder. Fishing a skeleton key from his pocket, he wandered past them and over to the remaining hostage. They seemed to lighten up open seeing Chrysanthos, opening their mouth to speak, though they quickly closed it once more as if they were afraid to do so.

He stood once more and turned to address the bot as they spoke, slipping the key back into his inside pocket whilst doing so.  ”Well, for you, there are three possibilities. You can either stay here and wait for back up guards to arrive and contain you once more. Stumble your way around the establishment and hope you come across an exit… or follow behind me, and stay out of my way.”

He reached inside his jacket and retrieved a pistol, it had thin metal vents trailing along the barrel that were seemingly outlined with a luminous orange ‘paint’, “decide quickly now, we don’t have all day.”

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Two Years Ago Wen tugged at the buttons on the dress shirt nervously - he was dressed far more smartly than he was used to, on the saleswoman's insistence. She'd shoved the clothes into his hands and him into the dressing room while he was browsing through the store's selection. Wen hadn't gotten himself together in time to stammer a response. Still, maybe he would get the shirt. It did look nice... He popped open the buttons, shrugging the shirt off his shoulders. He'd managed to grab a turtleneck and some other designs in his basket before he'd been shoved in; he'd try those on too. The wendigo paused as the shirt tugged on his wrists. He'd... forgotten to undo the shirt cuffs - and when he tries to shrug it back onto his shoulders to unbutton them, he found he was too awkwardly positioned to do so. A slightly panicked look enters his expression as he struggles with the shirt; unable to pull his wrists out of the cuffs without tearing off the buttons. He'd managed to bind himself in a dress shirt. Several panicked "eep"s later, Wen crashed through the door of the dressing room along with a pile of clothing. He grabbed a random piece - the turtleneck - and threw it over both his head and the ripped dress shirt, leaving the collar to cover the entirety of his head. "...U-um. I'll... I'll pay for the damage," he told her meekly, through the fabric. It came out muffled and incomprehensible, but the saleswoman nodded along anyway, a somewhat terrified look on her face at the way the turtleneck monster loomed over her. And that was how Wen came to wear turtlenecks.

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Wen peeks out for a moment through his fingers. Was the spider still nearby?! If it was headed towards him, he should be ready to bolt- Instead of the spider, Wen was greeted by the sight of blood and corpses. He immediately squeaks, leaping up from his position and scrambling across the room.

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Chrys plied a couple ridges from the air vent cover, allowing enough room for him to stick through the barrel of his gun, but at the same time being subtle enough so that the gaps in the vent cover wouldn’t be spotted straight away. He lay in the vent, lining up his shots, his aim was to quickly pick the guards off one by one before they had enough time to react and/or alert the others. 

He lined the shot up with the first guard in his mentally mapped out order and placed his finger against the trigger a split second before the ‘explosion’ happened. He should have been surprised but instead he merely sighed as the guards left their positions to run into the cell and subdue to creature. 

He maneuvered as quick he could in the cramped space, having his legs face the vent cover so he could kick it open and slip down into the room. The guards hadn’t noticed him both in their current predicament and due to how silent his actions had been. 

He kicked over a table for makeshift shelter and shot from behind in his previous mapped order, not that it mattered at all now due to their scattered positions. 

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A spider scuttles across the floor. There's a loud squeak followed by an explosion of power as the almost-human almost doubles in size, his skull lengthening and body stretching to terrifying proportions. Said large, terrifying creature squeaks again as he scrambles into the corner of the cell, away from the spider. The movement had shattered the cuffs - not that anyone seemed to notice that, curled up as he was in the corner.

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XR-8 growls low under his breath, darting across the pavement - was that a store that sold guns? He was starting to think that was something he’d have to invest in; this damnable city was nowhere near safe. A shot whizzes past his head, charged with electricity, and he curses under his breath. One step forward. He discharges nanites to create illusions to either side of him, hoping to throw them off. Two. He spins to turn down an alley, the illusions spinning with him. Three. A bullet slams into his arm, sending searing pain through his body and shutting down his systems. The robot wakes up in a cell, lips pressed together in frustration and a lingering soreness. He’d found out too much about the traffickers in the city, and they’d gone after him - wanted to sell him as well. Offworld technology could be worth quite a lot. He had regenerated just enough nanites while passed out to generate a makeshift key. He lets out a soft grunt as the cuffs click open, but he keeps his hands behind his back and continued to look subdued. He’d bide his time; no need to draw attenti-