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heyy, could i request maybe a harken/civilian reader fic or maybe some headcanons? either is totally fine, my girl is completely starved of any content and i barely see anything for her (sighhhhh one two three i want yuri)
HARKEN RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS
How would this relationship start?
The tale of how this relationship came to sweet, fruition could be told in two ways.
A. Classic scientist falls in love and runs away with the experiment.
At first, your work with Harken was purely observational. You logged patterns, how quickly she reacted to layered sound, which frequencies caused the most distress, how long it took her to “settle” after a disturbance. It had become a routine, predictable enough that you had begun to piece together your own hypothesis.
She wasn’t reacting to sound. She was reacting to what sound meant, you'd gathered through attempting to speak with her, testing her reaction with the familiar drawl of your syllables then the cacophony of TV static, and only the latter caused a outwardly negative reaction.
You were the first to suggest reducing environmental noise. Unfortunately, It was dismissed and you were only given the order, “Containment is priority, not comfort, remember that."; so instead, you made small changes, So you made smaller changes. Not exactly a complete act of insubordination but not exactly a coincidence either.
You started turning off idle machines earlier than required.
Delaying maintenance checks when she was already agitated.
Speaking only when necessary… and always softly. When you were questioned about it you always answered, "It was better for more controlled results."; but in the back of your mind you always thought, "It was better for her." And Harken noticed.
That’s when the lines between work centered in detachment, and tests and affection started to blur.
You began visiting outside of scheduled observation. After hours when everyone but the half-asleep fleet of security lingered in the facility, early mornings when the population of watchful eyes were sparsest , times when the facility was at its quietest.
You would sit just outside her containment and speak. About life, you even asked her about hers - before she was taken at least. No commands. No tests. Just… words. Your voice became the only consistent sound she could predict.
She doesn't answer, you didn't expect her too, but you don't stop. Only because whenever you stop speaking, or when you have to leave you feel an unexplained pulse beneath your pulse, like liquid lightning collecting in your veins that only ceases when you linger near her or dare to stray far enough away.
When the order came through for transport, you knew immediately how it would end. You hadn't hesitated, sliding your key card into the fixture wired to her heavy-duty titanium enclosure.
The lock doesn’t release right away.
There’s a delay built into it, a safeguard, a moment meant to give someone time to reconsider what they’re about to do.
You don't look back.
B. A Complete random chance encounter, she's badly hurt, and you help her recoup despite how strange she looks
By the time you stumbled upon her, the damage had already been done. You didn’t see it happen, didn’t witness the chaos she left behind, but you heard about it. Everyone had. The kind of story that spreads quickly, distorted and exaggerated until it becomes something almost fantastical. But she was very real
Although, she didn't look as monstrous as the media had described. No- in fact… she was otherworldly beautiful.
Folded into herself in a space just large enough to hold her, like she had run until there was nowhere left to go and simply needed time to catch her breath.
Something about her didn’t match the stories. There was no immediate aggression, no movement toward you, no indication that she even had the strength to act on whatever murderous drive controlled her.
You didn’t approach her right away. Didn’t speak at first either. You just… existed there, in some strange mixture of shock and awe, within her line of sight, allowing her to take you in without adding any new stimulus. You didn't seem like a threat, maybe that why she allowed you to tend to the extent of her injuries with a watchful, unblinking eye, and lead her to the quaint, door of your home.
What's Living with her like?
I've seen the Head canon that harken towers over everyone, both high and low, she's just that massive. If I had to give an estimate I'd wager she's just over 8ft or 243cm. While this was never a problem for her before you showed up, considering she'll be living with you, granted she has no way of returning to her own dimension; living arrangements will become a bit... Tricky.
Not only would her size pose a hurdle, but also her auditory sensitivity will be a challenge in your relationship. In which, you could go about solving one of two ways: One, move to a more rural, peaceful area, far far far away from the commotion of the masses. Or adversely, you could invest in custom noise cancelling devices if cottage living isn't quite as appealing.
As for Harken's opinion on the matter of location, she doesn't mind. So long as it's quiet, although rural, woodsy areas remind her of home. She misses it dearly.
She's unsurprisingly limber. It's graceful the way she navigates your home, seamlessly ducking under low doorframes, snaking between hallways without so much as a creak of the floorboards. More often then not you find yourself jumping at her sudden appearances. She thinks its amusing.
Is she a good listener?
Despite her ever present hearing-related sensory limits, she adjusts pretty well to communication in a long-term relationship. She doesn’t say much… in fact she listens, intensively, to any and everything. She barely moves at all when you speak to her, just stares, thoroughly processing your words, just her full attention locked onto you. It's a bit unsettling at first. The pressure of her gaze is intense, but longer into your relationship you begin to understand it's just her way of bonding... In a way.
Further more, she's grown to quite like the noises you produce. The volume of your voice doesn't instill the fear of death within her like the rest of this dimension does, instead, it's almost therapeutic for her. Like the sound of a crying baby to its mother, grating; yes, but it proves you're still there and that's enough to bring her some sense of peace.
What kind of struggles do both of you work through? How?
Sometimes, all the precautions you take fail and something startles her. Maybe it was a snap of a branch, the steps of animal hooves across rock, or alternatively maybe a plane flew over your home, gratefully, she doesn’t immediately lash out… at least not at you. Instead, She disappears. Not literally vanishing, but that fluid, silent movement. She relocates in a blink, pressing herself into the furthest, highest, darkest corner of the room, not unlike a cat.
It's best to let her calm on her own. Intervening too quickly, especially physically, can make things worse rather than better. When overwhelmed, her instincts scream fight or flight above all else. You reasoned, instead of trying to manage her reactions directly, or pointlessly try to soundproof the entire world, it's best to prepare for these moments in advance. Over time, you begin creating “safe corners” throughout your home, spaces designed specifically with her in mind.
This space provides both you and her with peace of mind, Harken's aware she’s the one who requires more support and consideration in your relationship. So if she ever seriously hurt you, despite all you've done to accommodate and love her, she'd be utterly devastated.
She likes to cup your face in her hands after a particularly bad episode, the warmth of your skin on hers, your voice meek- or as low as you can make it, telling her she's safe as you rest your forehead of hers. She could stay like that for hours, you whispering all the comfort and sweet nothings she can possibly think of.
What's her Love Language? Giving and Receiving?
She's a big physical touch gal both receiving and giving. She'll wrap her arms around you and rub the flat side of her head against the crown of yours, her hands will settle somewhere secure, your shoulders, your arms, your waist, wherever she can hold you without restricting you.
Flaws?
She has a possessive streak. It typically shows itself during one of her episodes, which she tries to stay away from you during, but she will have slipups that are usually just her pulling you away from whatever you are doing, no matter how important and if you're stubborn about it she'll throw the object or item away from you. She feels rotten after the fact, but c'est la vie.
With that said, she's also not above using her abilities on you. She's quite stubborn, so expect any resistance from you to be met with equal if not more resistance. Her way of enforcing her will starts subtle… at first. It starts with a shift in the room’s pressure. A quiet interference that makes it harder for you to move or think exactly the way you intended. Just enough to redirect you. To slow you down. To keep you where she wants you without ever making it truly feel like she's forcing you.
Or it can be more direct, this happens usually when you try to walk away, or when you leave for prolonged periods of time. Thick gold chains slip into existence without sound, threading itself into tight, tangled knots across your arms, your torso, your legs. before you can fully process it. Thin at first, they looked almost delicate in appearance, like strands of light rather than something solid. Yet when you pulled against them, the force only yanked you closer to her rather than away.
sorry like I genuinely just need to breed Lawrence. I need him in a mating press, I need to track his period and ovulation cycles and see when he's most fertile and just go ham. we're gonna have babies one way or another
So I’m having a MAJOR fucking problem right now. Tumblr isn’t working for me. At first I thought it was just temporary or that Tumblr itself was having issues. Turns out our FUCKING government decided to BAN Tumblr because they consider it a “GAMBLING SITE.”
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Are you fucking kidding me?
I’m literally losing my mind right now. They keep talking about “good governance,” but why the hell didn’t they try banning PH or Facebook??? Those platforms are literally SWARMED with gambling ads every damn day.
I usually don’t leak any personal info about myself, but damn. The Philippine government is so fucking incompetent it’s actually insane. 🤦🤦🤦🤦
I hate living here sometimes. Imagine prioritizing blocking smaller platforms instead of fixing your own corruption. Like yeah, sure, let’s focus on stupid minor shit like this. Let’s block apps where people actually create things, share art, write, and express themselves. Totally not suppressing people’s creativity or anything, right?
Meanwhile corruption is happening literally right in front of everyone’s faces, but sure — let’s just block apps. That’ll definitely solve everything. Yeah. Fucking brilliant logic.
Anyway. I probably won’t be around as much for a while. I had to go through a ridiculous amount of trouble just to change my damn DNS. Thank God it worked, because otherwise I would’ve killed myself
idk dude I call it karma for making lolicon and pedo art.
I feel bad for all the Filipino artists who are actually decent human beings, but I honestly can't wait for the day you and all your sick friends get the fuck off of my favorite platform.
I first started this paycheck animation back in November and after a lot of ups and downs with it I FINALLY finished ohmy god
If I had to give a guess as to how many hours this took, I’d say at least 50, the backgrounds alone took seven hours combined 🤧🤧🤧 all animated on ToonSquid!! Backgrounds are hand drawn by me as well :)) I did use a reference for the city but I did end up making my own custom brush for the windows following this tiktok tutorial I found I LOVE IT SMM
Short vignettes on the reactions of the Forsakened casts' reactions too a Survivor who looks identical to their Ex Lover/Ex Friend
Two Time
"Azure! I... You came back to me... I,-"
You whipped your head around at the sound of their voice, you hadn't recognized it nor had you heard them walk up from behind you.
For a moment, they were radiant- smiling so wide it looked like it hurt, like fragile, flickering light inside them had finally, finally been fed.
Your hand came to your chest, heaving a few startled breaths. Your brows lowered curiously as their face flashed from a ecstatic, cheerful grin that split from ear to ear, shatter.
You watched their expression crumple in on itself as if you had just took all of their hopes, and all of their dreams and ripped it to shreds infront of them.
You stepped forward instinctively, lifting a concerned hand out to them and their whole body jerked away like your touch would burn. Leaving your arm to hover uselessly in the space between you.
You were bewildered at their reaction searching their frantic eyes for any show of what could be wrong.
"I-Im sorry... Were you looking for someone? Could I assis-?"
You couldn't even finish before they had fled, Vanishing past the rows of garden beds, slipping between cabins where the could no longer reach. Leaves rustling in their wake, then stilled.
And just like that, you were alone again.
Chance
"So you’re sure you don’t know anyone named iTrapped? Tall, blonde… crown of ice, that whole deal? Nothing?"
You shook your head once again, an apologetic smile creeping onto your face as he studied your features for the umpteenth time.
"I... I can't fucking believe it," He nudged open his coat pocket, pulling out a crumpled pack of Nat Shermans. The cardboard was stained a dull rust color- too dark, too uneven. Like they were stained with dried blood.
He tapped one loose with practiced ease, rolling it between his fingers before offering the pack out toward you.
"I'm good, thanks." You shook your head with finality, you weren't keen on sitting here being accused of knowing someone you don't, and you weren’t about to sit here and smoke through the topic- with bloody cigarettes no less, but it seems fate had other plans as he began again.
"You could be his twin... Your face, your voice..." His hand dragged back through his hair, smoothing it, grounding himself in the motion. His eyes slipped shut briefly, like he was chasing a memory blanketed in snow.
007n7
"Do I look like your girlfriend?" You quirked a brow at the man, just slightly.
That seemed to snap something in him. His tired eyes widened, his mouth twisted into a unsure grimace. He kneaded the fleshy buds of his knuckles; just standing there... Looking at you as if you were some spectre there to haunt him with just your visage, he had been staring like that for several moments since he'd laid eyes on you but it seemed you comment finally broke him from his stupor.
"Gah-... M'sorry, No my," He hesitated, My... Ex...Partner."
You hummed thoughtfully at that, you saw how the others treated him, it was obvious as soon as you'd gotten here that he was bad news for one reason or another... It didn’t take much to guess he wasn’t exactly well-liked.
It was also obvious that the man was lonely too.
"What happened?" you asked, softer now. "If you don’t mind me asking."
His jaw tightened and for a second, it looked like he might answer. Like the words were right there, pressing against his teeth.
Then he mumbled something under his breath, his eyes drifting back to your features, lingering there before timidly retreating back to the ground, you couldn't hear it and you guessed it wasn't for your ears ways...
Jane Doe
"Did I remind you of someone?"
She jumped a bit at your words.
It was small, most people wouldn’t have caught it. Just the slightest dip of her head, the brim of her hat bobbing before she stilled again.
She made a small 'hmmm...' sound; you assumed that she acknowledged your question, following it with a small polite nod.
But... That wasn't really the answer you were looking for so you pushed for more about the aloof woman.
"Who was it?"
Her gloved hands had balled at her sides and a taut frown pulled at the ends of her mouth.
Her hand lifted, and for a moment you feared she would strike you, but instead her palms met the plane between your neck and shoulder patting the space twice. Light. Almost absent.
"No one important..." She turned before you could respond, slipping out of the cabin.
She lingered in threshold between the light of the community cabins and the resounding darkness beyond, through that space her voice carried out and around with a air of finality.
"Goodnight."
Her silhouette thinned as she moved farther away, dissolving into the dark like it was swallowing her whole.
You stood there, the echo of her touch lingering. Her answer was simple, polite, there should have been nothing strange about it. But deep down, something about that answer sat wrong.
Azure
It hurts. It hurts- everything hurts.
Light presses against your eyelids, too bright, too sharp, like it’s trying to carve its way inside. Your eyes were clenched shut, they needed to stay that way, even as your face began to soak with your own tears, and your lashes tremble from the pressure.
There’s a scent in the air, heavy and suffocating. It smelled like flowers- why do you smell flowers?
Too sweet. Too thick. It clings to the inside of your lungs with every breath, blooming deeper the more you try to inhale.
A hand cradles the back of your head. Cold against your feverish skin.
Relief floods through you at the contact the affect was sharp, immediate, almost enough to make you gasp like you'd been saved from drowning beneath the heat. The coolness spreads across your overheated skin, grounding you just enough to feel everything else. Which might be worse.
"Breathe Two Time." The voice is steady. Flat. Unyielding.
You try to listen. Greatful for the palm on your scalp that felt like ice on your burning skin.
You try your best to breathe in twice as you'd assumed he'd instructed, air drags into your lungs in broken pulls, catching halfway, turning into something closer to a sob. The scent is stronger now- overpowering. It coats your tongue. You practically can taste it.
You twitch, your throat seizing with the urge to vomit from the overwhelming scent, sending waves of nausea through you.
A weak, keening gurgling sound spills from your throat before you can stop it. It takes you a second to realize it’s yours.
Your fingers twitch uselessly against them, against the warmth of their hold, the strength of it. You’re pressed close, held like something fragile. Precious. Even as he was slowly suffocating you in his grasp, there was a strange sensation there, in the back of your mind... You felt safe.
Even as spasms ripple through you, sharp and uncontrollable. Each breath feeling thinner than the last, like the air is being replaced with something softer. Sweeter. You felt protected... Loved in that moment.
You still followed their orders, heaving sporadically as their intoxicating scent strangled your lungs. Sweet enough to make it worse.
It forced a broken sputter from you, your body spasming helplessly in their hold.
You could taste blood on your tongue.
Their scent-potent, cloying, mixed with the iron tinge coating the inside of your mouth, your throat, your lungs, it made you choke. It was killing you. You could feel it, creeping deeper with every breath you failed to take. Your body failed to fight against.
…but he held you so gently.
Like you were something delicate. Precious. Something meant to be kept safe, not poisoned, pitiful as your life flickered out.
Your fingers twitched weakly against them curling into the fabric of their shirt, there was no real strength behind it, only intent, too hold on to this love just a little longer.
Forsaken'd Killers & Survivors Most2Least Compatible with a Clingy Reader
My personal rankings of which of our cast would most appreciate a clingy significant other and who... Not so much.
MOST
Two Time, would love to be with you at all hours of the day. There's nothing more blissful to them than spending every moment, every minute, every second, by your side, studying what makes you laugh, cry. What excites you, what makes you angry, every expression so close they can touch it. There's no better bliss than experiencing the blessing of life with you, practically through your eyes, and if you want the same? It's a match made in heaven.
Noob, Loves your company. They don't mind you being their personal shadow and they also appreciate the security you supply them with. In this cycle of agony, death and rebirth, you make it liveable. When they can't find it in them to peel themselves from the depths of their loathing, you pull them out of it. You give them a reason to keep fighting and make them feel that It's you and them against the world.
Taph, He isn't #1 Only because he can be a bit shy with both receiving attention and reciprocating it with the same intensity. To put it lightly, he freaks the fuck out with a clingy partner at first mostly because he doesn't really know what to Do with you. Is he supposed to be... Doing anything with you? Should he entertain you? After some prodding on your part and some reassuring, this smooths over and he quite likes to feel wanted and loved. It soothes a lot of those deep-rooted truamas of his.
Builderman, is patient enough to have a clingy partner and skillful enough to both cater to you and the problems of the rest of the group. Of course, this means you won't have all of his attention at every given moment, he'll need private time with the other inhabitants. For privacys sake. You understand don't you? There's a nice gift waiting in you cabin for you as a small apology from him.
Guest 1337, while he certainly wouldn't mind you sticking so close(it makes his job of protecting you easier), but he is also a man who's spent a lot of time alone. That being said, he appreciates the occasional quiet time, time away too... Organize his thoughts or simply just to decompress the adrenaline hammering in his pulse. He gets a bit snappy when he's overwhelmed, just make sure he gets a couple hours to wind down and he'll be right as rain.
007n7, won’t ever say it, but you liking his company so much really makes his miserable existence actually bearable. He does like some occasional quiet time. Granted, because before you, quiet time and being shunned was all he's ever known, but otherwise he likes that you would choose time with him over time alone.
Chance, Don't get him wrong he loves spending time with you, but also it's important to give his friends some quality time too. It's okay with you right? You understand? Afterwards, he's all yours, just go easy on him, he's still sore from the last match.
Nosferatu, tends to his own things most of the time, but as long as it isn't anything private he's happy to share his space with you. Feel free to sit on his lap while he's at the organ, just be still, quiet, and pretty like the adorable little pet you are. Although when he says he's busy, respect that unless you'd like to find yourself drained, and unable to babble a single whisper, let alone a complaint.
Shedletsky, he'd think it was cute at first. At first. Yet, sooner rather than later into your relationship would those ugly old habits of his show. He’s not answering any questions about why he's being distant and the what happeneds', and begging him to communicate will get you nowhere. When he comes around, rest assured he’ll be around. He wants to be around you. But whenever he leaves you be, it’s because he just needs space to breathe. Once a irresponsible, emotionally constipated God always a irresponsible, emotionally constipated God I guess.
